A/N: Sorry it's sort of a filler chapter, I just wanted to update the story!
The mayor of Amity Park paced in front of the three caught rebels. All of them were halfas- figures. She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear before looking at the three teens. "You cannot begin to comprehend the trouble you are in."
One of them, with iridescent curls, retorted, "You're torturing our people!" Luckily, she was bound to the chair by ropes. A simple thing, in all honesty, but when you weave in threads of all kinds of weaknesses to the halfas, it holds back their power.
"Your people do not deserve to be called people." the mayor said. "Before I send you off to factories to live your lives in endless labor, I need to ask you one thing." The three halfas gave each other an anxious glance. "Where is his body?"
"Whose body?" The iridescent curls replied curtly. "Who are you talking about?"
"Danny Phantom. Where did you put it?"
"We don't know what you're talking about." The redhead with a lot of piercings said. "We never touch it- we can't even walk by it without being creeped out!"
The mayor sighed. They would be tough to break. The rebels had to do something with his body. What was she to do? Picking up her phone, she said into it, "Take 'em to the factory, give 'em the worst jobs. I want them out of my sight."
And she got what she wanted, for the most part. But where was Danny's body? The Mayor sighed once again. The rebellion, the resistance, needed to stop now. They took a step too far by messing with his grave.
"Danny!" Phoenix called. "Danny, what's up?"
I had spaced out again, but for a good reason. My ghost sense went off. That meant one thing, really. An obvious thing. "There's a ghost nearby."
"Well, duh." She replied, as if it was an obnoxious statement. "We live in peace with them now. Sure, we've got residential haunts, but nothing too big."
I couldn't shake the wary feeling I got, but I nodded. "They're peaceful?"
"Have been, since Danny Phantom's- err, I mean your- death." It was an odd subject to casually mention in a sentence. Phoenix couldn't get over me being the Danny Phantom for a few hours after I told her. The most famous halfa was sitting on her couch! The most famous halfa was eating her cooking! It just wouldn't end!
We were out and about again, a casual tour of the city, when my ghost sense went off. Old habit kicked in and I tensed, spacing out from reality, looking for the ghost. Of course, it wouldn't have worked if they were invisible.
"So, the whelp lives again." I heard, and I swirled on my heel. I recognized the ghost behind me- Skulker. Phoenix turned too, looking at the ghost in slight awe.
I ignored the urges to go ghost, and instead, crossed my arms. "Yeah, I'm back. Is the hunt going to continue again?"
"No." Skulker deadpanned. "All of the 'maleficent ghosts' went through some stupid reform program. I'm just a regular hunter now." He paused. "And, with all the halfas in the world, you're no longer that unique."
"Gee, that hurt." I replied. "So, what have I missed these past, what…"
"Twenty years?" Phoenix added in.
I knew that, I thought snidely, as if Phoenix could hear my thoughts. I knew she was trying to be a smart-alec.
"A mayor took over Amity Park. She kicked out all ghosts and any other people who could be dangerous to her city." Skulker explained. I already knew that, also. Was everyone dead-set on pointing out the oblivious today? I never understood why they called me clueless boy back then."The resistance isn't doing too well, either, I heard."
"The resistance?" I wasn't sure exactly what it was, I've only heard about it. "What's that?"
"It's the rebellion in Amity Park. They call themselves many names, the Freedom Fighters, the Bald Eagles, etc." Phoenix explained. "The only reason the Mayor can't find them is because they're underground- the only place their anti-ghost shield can't go."
Interesting, I thought. I had never questioned my parents if the ghost shield could go underground, or if there was some barrier that broke up underground.
Suddenly, an idea hit me. I was always so obsessed with protecting Amity Park. Now there was some tyrant mercilessly ruling, practically killing the halfas in the city! Not only were they sort-of my own kind, not even the ghosts could step in and help! Is this why I was brought back? I wondered. To save Amity Park once again?
"I need to go back." I said, noticing Skulker had gone off to Ember, who waved to me. I didn't like the nice, peaceful vibe I was getting off the ghosts, but it didn't matter. "I need to go back to Amity Park."
"Danny, that's practical suicide! The mayor will eventually find you and have you killed." Phoenix said. "Amity Park is just like any other warring nation- we need to stay out of it."
"I was born there, and spent protecting it from harm for so long. Then I die, and chaos breaks out! Phoenix, I have to go back there." I retaliated. "You don't have to come, Phoenix."
She crossed her arms. "Looks like you can't be persuaded, huh?" She sighed. "I'm coming with you, you dork. I don't want one of my first friends to get killed."
"I'm not a dork!"