A/N: Haha, yeah-I'm alive.

Chiron was wrong. This place wasn't infested with monsters. It was deserted of magic and of gods, for cursed death hung in the air. There were no nymphs or satyrs that could be seen for miles.

The three demigods stood at the front door of a large brick building. The building had a large, UFO-like object protruding from the top and a light-up sign hung from the building. Christmas decorations were scattered around the outside, as if they had been placed up, torn off, then refurbished continuously. The wind blew bitterly, sharp and cold.

"This isn't our business," mumbled Lou. "I mean, it's not our right to know everything about him-"

"-We need confirmation from his parents," argued Atalanta. "Any sign that he could possibly be a descendant of a god."

She wavered,"Well-"

Wyatt stepped forward, pressing the doorbell.

"GHOST!" bellowed a deep male voice as the front door was flung open. On instinct, the three demigods jumped back, reaching for their weapons. Wyatt reached for the weapon in his backpack, Lou went for the dagger that was hidden in her boot, and Atalanta's hand wrapped around the flashlight in her pocket.

In the door way stood a ginormous man in an orange jumpsuit, holding a futuristic gun with neon green paint.

That should've been surprising.

It wasn't.

The man blinked, scratching his head, clearly not the most intelligible. "Ugh, who are you kids?"

Lou stepped forward in front of him, he scrunched his nose up, and the daughter of Hecate snapped her fingers. A soft, warm breeze rippled around them, diminishing some of the cold air that swirled around them.

Lou stumbled backwards for a second, her eyes swimming, and Wyatt caught her. She grinned sheepishly, feeling the small blush that crept up to her face.

Mr. Fenton blinked, his eyes swam for a second. "Ah, yes!" he shouted, grinning, "I, Jack Fenton, would be honored to show you kids: Lou, Wyatt, and Lana around!" he cried before pulling them into Fenton Works.

The house was a normal home on the inside, smelling strongly of apples and cinnamon from a holiday-themed candle. In the center of the living room was a Christmas tree decorated in green stencil and white and red ornaments. "Jingle Bell Rock" blared from the kitchen where they sat around a circular table.

"Mads!" he called, his loud voice boomed. "We have visitors!"

"Okay, Jack!" shouted a female voice from the basement door.

The sound of slow footsteps walking up a set of stairs could be heard, as the basement door was pulled open, but quickly closed, as a lady stepped out. She walked over to the radio, turning off the music.

She was very lean and wore a blue jumpsuit with a hood and goggles that were down at the moment, letting her choppy red hair fall in her violet-colored eyes.

"Hello," she said, her voice radiating with kindness. But her eyes flickered between the three teenagers suspiciously, hand resting on her hip where a similar gun to Jack's was fastened.

"Why, Mads, these three younglings wanted to have a look at the Fenton Ghost Portal!" he boasted proudly.

The demigods glanced to each other, What? they mouthed, Lou shrugged.

Maddie's expression morphed into concern,"I don't know, Jack-"

"-For the children!" he pouted. Hiswife knew though that he simply wanted to show of their inventions.

She sighed, "Well-"

"-Excellent!" he boomed, somehow managing to sweep up the three demigods and lead them to the door next to the cabinets. He pushed open the door, "Welcome to the Fenon Works' Lab, kiddos!"

The walls were grey with thick green liquid running down it. The tile floor was blotched with the same liquid, but it was also covered in broken glass, tools, and crumbled up papers. Counters lined the walls, filled of things like boilers and beakers, jars, and boxes of strange inventions. There was a large dream catcher in the corner of the room, hidden behind boxes of papers and false inventions. There were two examination tables that had... Holy gods, the trio of half-bloods felt like puking; crusted in what looked like dried green blood. And the main attraction in the room (if you could call it that) was a large, hexagon door with yellow and black stripes flying across it diagonally. The door was only cracked open a tad with faint, dark green light pouring into the room. The bright luminescent lights flickered and the computer in the corner hummed softly.

"Whoa."

Lou pointed at the door, "What is that thing?" she asked, glancing to Jack.

"The Fenton Ghost Portal," he grinned proudly, standing behind his wife. Jack placed a hand on her shoulder, brimming. "Our life's work."

"It rips a whole in the dimensional fabric, opening up a doorway between our world and the Ghost Zone," explained Maddie. "The Ghost Zone is mentioned in many religions with different names and associations, but generally, it's a place where ghosts inhabit after they die as humans."

She nodded, continuing staring the door in wonder as Wyatt gazed around the room. The only one not side-tracked was Atalanta who quietly observed the couple.

Jack and Maddie continued presenting their inventions to Lou, meanwhile Wyatt walked over to a counter that was holding a few broken vials, but one was still intact, filled of green ectoplasm with the cork still in. He gingerly picked it up, he stared down at the glowing substance with awe. He slipped it into his pocket, in hopes they didn't notice. He had a feeling they would need it soon.

He walked back over to Atalanta, who stood stifly, arms crossed. "You kleptomaniac," she muttered, scowling in his direction without looking at him.

"I'm not stealing for the fun," he mumbled. "Not a Hermes kid," he grumbled.

"Mhm."

"How is that portal possible?" he whispered, changing the subject. "I mean, the Ghost Zone doesn't exist. The Underworld does."

"Like Maddie said, it existed in many different religions and associations."

"Yeah, but this is real," he said. "How can there be the Underworld and the Ghost Zone?"

"It's probably the territory between the Underworld and Earth," she suggested.

"And the supposed ghosts with physical forms?"

"I don't know," she hissed under her breath. "Probably spirits who weren't guided across the Styx- Gods, Wyatt, I don't know everything."

He grumbled, "You sure act like it- and that doesn't explain why the ghosts in this town can touch things."

Atalanta rolled her eyes. As if on cue, Lou asked the Fenton couple. "Ghosts are always described as souls without a physical form, so...Why do these-?"

Jack beamed and was about to retrieve something, for he turned on his heels, but Maddie placed a small hand on his shoulder. He pouted as the red-head pulled out a mason jar from the counter, filled of thick liquid that faintly glowed green.

"Ectoplasm," she explained, setting it down on one of the examination tables. "Dangerous to humans due to ecto-contamination which can lead to ecto-acne and end you up in the hospital for twenty years. That's the reason why we where jumpsuits- to protect ourselves."

"There's your answer," scowled Atalanta to Wyatt.

"But that's the scientific answer-"

"-Science is just another variation of magic," she explained. "Eventually- you're gonna run out of something to explain."

They heard somebody open the front door, followed by footsteps, and Rachel walked through the door. "Mom? Dad? I'm home!"

No, wait. It wasn't Rachel stalking them, but the girl certainly looked like the Oracle. She was tall with frizzy red hair and turquoise eyes. She wore a black blouse with long sleeves, blue silky pants, and black flats. And she looked slightly older, sixteen or seventeen.

"Hey, Jazz!" the parents greeted.

Jazz stared at the trio of half-bloods for a second, eyeing them up-and-down like she already knew there was something up with them. "What?" she blinked, facing the Ghostbusters- no, wait, hunters; dammit. "Oh, right, Mom, Dad.. Anywho.." she trailed, she turned towards the demigods, and titled her head to the side in curiosity, "And who are you three?"

They blinked, "Jazzy-pants!" Jack shouted, breaking the uneasy silence, and it took all of Wyatt's willpower to not laugh or snicker at the nickname. "These are Atlanta-"

"-It's Atalanta-"

"-Lou and Wyatt!" his loud voice echoed around the basement walls, "They're in Danny-o's grade, remember?"

Jazz tapped her index finger to her lip and tapped her foot, "Well, from what I can remember: no."

The demigods stared at her; A clear-sighted mortal? No, that couldn't be it...

"Anyways," Lou said, she glanced to Jack and Maddie, and gave them a grateful smile. "Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton!"

"Yeah," agreed Wyatt, shifting on his feet. "We really should be going," he smiled nervously.

"Let me lead you to the door," said Maddie. They scrambled outof the lab door after her. The woman turned to her daughter as they walked past Jazz. "Go to your room, Jazz-"

She blinked, "Mom, why-"

"Jazz, please," she said. The young lady bit her lip before nodding, rushing upthestairs. She paused, looking down at them before disappearing around the corner.

Maddie held the door open for the demigods, they stepped outside into the cold. Wyatt turned around to say thank you, but Maddie glared at them. Her eyes scrolling over them, her body was tense.

"Stay away from my children," she hissed, slamming the door.

"Rude," scoffed Wyatt.

"It's her," Atalanta said, "she's the mortal parent."

"She knows what we are," said Lou uneasily. "Which means she knows about the gods."

"Which is more than enough confirmation."

Part 2

The ringing in Danny's ears continued to grow. He moaned, turning on his side, curling into his bed cover. The shrill nooise stopped, a wistful smile spread across his face as she drifed back to sleep, but the ring broke his peace once more. Danny jolted upfrom his be, scowling, rolling over to pick up his phone. Tucker's caller ID glowed on his screen.

He scowled, pressing the accept button. He pressed the phone to his ear, yawning tiredly. Danny glanced to the window, darkness covering Amity Park in a thick blanket except for a few lights.

"Dude," he rubbed his eyes. "It's not even sun rise."

"It's also winter, dumbass," shot back Sam's voice, he could hear her rolling her eyes. "It's 7:55, school starts in 5 minutes."

"It's still too early," he groaned, pausing, "and cold."

"Agreed," Tucker admitted. "But you might wanna hear this."

"Can't it wait?" he sighed.

"Nope."

He groaned, "Fire away."

"Well, according to my statistics, Vlad usually has a plan every 3 to 4 weeks-"

"-but-?"

"-But it's been two whole months since Vlad has come up with another one of his wacko I-shall-kill-your-father-and-marry-your-mother plans!"

Danny's blood ran cold. Sam's words only expressed his fear, "For him to be so silent, Danny- well, it's not good."

Danny swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat. He groaned, pressing his face into his pillow. "He's up to something big, isn't he?"

"Honestly, with your luck," admitted Tucker, "probably."

"Any ideas?"

He shrugged. "I dunno."

"This is Vlad we're talking about, dudes," said Tucker. "Anything is worth power. And that means blowing up the Nasty Burger!" he wailed, they rolled their eyes.

There was eerie silence between them for a few minutes. Sam spoke next, "I just I had a really bad thought, but after Danny sealed Pariah in his sarcophagus, what happened to the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage?"

"Um... the Ring of Rage was still on his finger, but the Crown..." a deep frown cut into the ghost boy's face, "I tossed it to the side- then I dun-dunn-no," he yawned.

"But don't the Observants have it?"

"They never said," he stated bluntly, the words cold and almost freezing on his tongue. "I just always assumed they had it.." his eyes flitted around nervously.

"Yeah, but what if they don't have it, dude?" asked Tucker, Sam and Danny gulped.

"Who would have the Crown, then?" wondered Sam out loud.

There was a horrified silence. "Vlad."

The school bell rang in the background. Danny kicked off his blankets, standing up, his body aching painfully. "I'm gonna be late, guys." he gritted his teeth. "I have some old friends I have to talk to."

The Head Observant floated in his red cloak that stood out amongst the other greens. His face which was nothing but a huge eye fixated on ClockWork. He snarled, "What do you mean it's missing-"

"-I do not have the items in my possession," he said rudely, rolling his red eyes.

The Head Observant sneered, "It simply could not have gone missing! You are the master of time, Clockwork! Surely you have seen the items-"

"Oh, I have," he reassured, floating higher into the air, changing into the form of a small child. "But if I do remember correctly, your orders were to: never influence the time stream ever again, under no circumstances." he smirked.

He shook with rage, "Did you just use my own quote against me?!"

"Rather well, too."

The Head Observant opened his mouth to retort something, but before he could, the Council doors burst open. The Observants jumped back in surprise as the halfa flew in, waves of anger rolling off of him intensely. Before any of them could stop him, he flew towards the Head Observant, grabbing him by his collar, and growling.

"Where is it, eyeball freak?" he sneered.

The Head Observant phased through his hands, sneering. "So, tri- halfa," he corrected himself. "You know the location of the Skeleton Key and the thermos?"

Anger flushed away from Phantom's face, replaced by confusion. "What?" he blinked, "I was talking about the Crown of Fire!"

He looked scandalized, "No- you had it!"

"I never-"

"-Wait a second," he interrupted, growling. He spun around to face ClockWork, "Father Time-"

A sly grin spread across his face, "I am afraid this is not my time and place." before they could stop him, he held up his staff, and a clock appeared around them. The minute hand spun from 12:00 am to 12:00 pm, and then disappeared, taking ClockWork with it.

One of the Council members stood up, "So, the Crown of Fire, the Skeleton Key, and the thermos are missing?" he called, immediately the room was filled with panicked shouts and mutters.

"Stolen!"

"Nonsense!"

The Head Observant held up his hand, "Silence!" he boomed, the noises evaporated. He turned back to Phantom, "So, then, Daniel-"

Danny's breath hitched when he suddenly remembered something they had said. "When you said the thermos is gone..." his voice trembled, his eyes wide, "You didn't mean-"

He snorted, shaking his head, and rolling his eyes (Er, eye). "Well, Phantom- what other thermos was in ours and ClockWork's possession?"

Danny's already cold ectoplasm-blood turned even colder, a flash of pearly white fangs danced across his eyes for a second. "No, no, no!" he muttered, tugging at his white hair, "This can't be happening!"

"Yes, well," said the Head Observant coldly. "Don't you have somewhere else to be, meddling halfa?"

His eyes flashed with anger, "I don't have a talking dog." he spat, flying out of the Council room at top speed.

But he already knew who had take the objects, the very person that him and his friends- by coincidence- had been talking about.

{I finally edited this to post it~ I edited a lot of this. On Wattpad, there's a brief chapter about Wyatt's backstory, but honestly, I don't really think it was at the right moment.

reader238: Tucker and Sam's reaction is admittedly a bit off on purpose. Danny is alone in his suspicions even though he knows his friends will always have his back. He's about to be thrown into a world of monsters and gods, a place where Tucker and Sam can't follow him. Despite the support and friendship that he will surely gain from others, Danny will always feel alone in the demigod world. As for the weird ghost sense, when I wrote that part, I had the intention of Danny having a sort of 'demigod sense', but I decided against it and forgot to edit it out. Thank you for your constructive review!

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