I do not own Danny Phantom or Extreme Ghostbusters. Those are owned by their individual companies. This is a sequel to Unclogged Graves.
The Fenton's stared at the new team of ghost fighters: the Extreme Ghostbusters. Besides the uniforms, each of them wore a large backpack that could be described as Sci-Fi laser blasters from the 80s.
The first one, Eduardo, was a Hispanic boy with unruly brown hair that was the taller of the group. He didn't seem interested in the Fenton's, but something in his eye contradicted his body language. He wore regular clothes, a t-shirt, and jeans, with an orange vest with the GhostBuster logo. He waved hello as he stared.
Beside the boy was Roland, someone just as tall, if not shorter, because of hairstyle. The dark-skinned boy had his attention in different directions as his eye zigzagged from Jack and Maddie to their children to the Fenton Assault Vehicle and then to his own equipment in rapid succession.
"Easy their, Roland, you might break your neck if you look too fast," Garret jibbed with an elbow motion. The fair-skinned, light brown-haired boy pushed himself forward on his wheelchair as he eyed the spandex on Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, comparing the suits to the standard Gjostbuster uniforms he and Roland wore. "Gotta say, you seem to be well stocked. Get a lot of calls?"
As the Fenton parents explained their jobs as inventors, much to the envy of Garrett, Danny was staring at the last member of the Extreme Ghostbusters, Kylie. She was the only girl in the group and the shortest. To put it bluntly, the girl seemed goth with her black hair and lipstick against her pale skin. Her aesthetics put his own goth friend Sam to shame with piercing eyes that actually spoke of darkness.
It wasn't long before he realized he was caught staring and looked away. But that didn't stop the goth girl from staring back. For the moment, the two took a glimpse at each other's eyes, seeing something more, if for a moment. And they were not the only ones staring.
"You...never seen a goth chick?" Eduardo asked, watching the exchange.
"What are you talking about? There's goths in town. Why one of Danny's friends is goth, right son?" Jack explained.
Danny sent an angsty teenage stare at his father. It was one thing for his folks to constantly embarrass him with their ghost obsession, even if it has toned down, but he did not like having his parents tell about his personal life.
"Dad, could you maybe not tell people we just met about my life?" Danny asked, emphasizing the last two words.
"Now sweetie, there nothing to embarrassed over. You were just staring at another goth girl, I'm sure Sam wouldn't mind," Maddie added.
"Why are you saying it like that?" Danny asked with a groaning tone. Right he felt like he just warranted something unwanted but didn't know what. His parents went on, ribbing the boy with jokes about back home, laughing.
But the joyous mood changes as a blue wisp escapes from Danny's mouth. The boy's eyes went wide as they started around the room. He noticed a Slimer green ghost phase from the ceiling. It was goopy in nature, almost looking like a misshaped potato spud with a face and arms.
The ghost boy waited as he watched the ghost wave at him with a smile before going to the group to greet everyone.
This can not end well. Danny thought in dread.
The ghost spoke in sloppy gibberish as it waved. The ghostbusters replied with a wave or hello to the boy's surprise. His parents, on the other hand...
"Ghost!" Jack and Maddie screamed, brandishing weapons from their pockets. They looked angry and were armed to the teeth.
The ghost screamed as it flew behind Egon and Janine. The Fenton parents ran over to corner him, but the Extreme Ghostbusters stepped in their line of sight.
"Put down the weapons. Now." Kylie's tone was stern yet authoritative.
"Trust us, you don't want to hurt,
Jack and Maddie were perplexed, seeing the Ghostbusters defend a ghost. The green slime peeked from behind his hiding spot, shivering in fear.
"Oh, it's okay, Slimer. They just haven't seen a ghost," Janine said, patting the ghost n comfort. She regretted that as slime coated her palm, but nothing a towel wouldn't remove.
"Yes, we have." Jack sputtered like a child defending himself. He kept his gun aimed at Slimer as his wife looked for a safe angle.
"Then why did you go gun ablazing when Slimer came in?" Eduardo asked.
"Well, he's a ghost," Maddie answered.
"A good ghost," Roland added.
The Fentons, save for Danny and Jazz, stared at busters, still unable to comprehend. Their children rolled their eyes as the oldest smirked towards her brother. The ghost boy did not like the look on her face.
Eduardo took position directly in front of the slimy ghost. He had an annoyed look as he stared at the Fenton's.
"I guess this means that not all ghosts are bad. Kinda like Phantom," Jazz said with a perky tone.
Danny smacked his face at that comment. It was now his parent's turn to roll their eyes. This was the umpteenth time the parents heard of this conversation and weren't in the mood for it now.
"Sweetie, we've been over this. That Phantom punk is a no good ghost and we've all seen it," Maddie remarked, not noticing her son was silently sighing and shaking his head.
"So you say," Kylie said, walking up. The tiny goth walked up, and despite the height difference, managed to keep the ghost hunters' attention. "But ghosts and spirits are nothing more than embodiments of elements or the souls those precious to us. Taking a weapon to them can be the same as unaggravated assault to them."
Danny stared at the girl for a second time. Maybe it was the logic or the soothing way her voice sounded, but he couldn't help keep his eyes on the girl. He glanced at the Ghostbusters, who agreed. In fact, many were nodding their heads in unison, Slimer included.
"But that still doesn't mean we can defend ourselves when they attack!" Maddie raised a brow at the goth girl's words.
"True, but Slimer doing nothing but hiding. How's that attacking us?"
The Fenton's paused as they looked at Slimer closer. The little guy was more scared of them than he let on. There was no mocking or rude gestures from the green ghost, just shivering. Egon walked up to the ghost hunters. He took a moment to study their weapons before pushing them down.
"You do realize that ghosts can be a combination of raw human consciousness mixed with plastic energy that take raw form as ectoplasm which can be manifested through a person's own mind or a collected mix of many, right?" Egon adjusted his glasses as he gave a dead stare.
Jack and Maddie now put down their weapons, but their hold is still firm on the trigger. They look back at Egon. Their faces are not of fans anymore but of ghost hunters.
"If you're implying we don't study ghosts, I'll have you know we have looked at plenty of ectoplasmic samples and residue back at our lab. We are not uneducated," Maddie replied sternly. She brought her weapon, a large barreled master held under-handed, aiming back at Slimer. "We know how to act when a ghost appears."
Danny and Jazz were shocked to see the entire ghostbusters standing in front. They were not moving an inch for the Fenton's. They did not like where this was going, so the ghost boy stepped in between.
"Uh, mom...I think that maybe we should let the Ghostbusters do things their way. Besides, I think Jazz and I can handle anything here," Danny suggested while his parents heated their weapons. They sighed before saying their goodbyes, wishing their children luck.
As Jack and Maddie left, they heard Egon say one last thing. A little fact they'd be thinking about throughout the ride home.
"Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, I think you need to take a look and study ghostly behavior patterns. You will find more than by just looking through a microscope."
While frustrated, the ghost hunters nodded in acknowledgment. They were not changed in their ways towards specters, but they had too much respect for Dr. Spengler and the Ghostbusters, so any knowledge or wisdom would reach their eyes. The only question was would they listen.
"We'll do that," Jack said as he turned to his children. He tried to smile for them since they wanted to stay. "You kids have fun."
"You're...seriously okay with this?" Danny gestured to the Ghostbusters. "I mean—"
"Danny, look. Your father and I may have...—" Maddie glared at Slimer. "—issues with ghosts, but we want you and your sister to have fun, plus, we already spoke with your school and everything, so there's no point in arguing against this."
"Especially if you kids do want to stay," Jack added.
With that, the parents hopped inside and started the engine. They waved goodbye as they opened the window but gave one last glare at Slimer. The gooey ghost kept a safe distance as he watched the RV drive away.
"Sheesh, what the heck is their problem?" Garrett snarked.
"They just have...something," Jazz commented. She reached into her mind as she went through critical memories. "Well, that's what I'd call it. I can't say issues, but mom and dad are obsessed with ghosts."
"More like obsessed with ghost hunting," Garrett quipped. "And not the kind on TV."
"I honestly thought they needed therapy," Roland remarked, staring at the door. The parents' violent reaction to Slimer left a mark on him. "Who brandishes weapons when they see a ghost?"
"Don't you guys do that?" Jazz asked.
"Not exactly. In fact, there times when we leave the spirits be," Kylie retorted.
"Well, that's something. Don't you think, Danny?...Danny?" Jazz turned to her brother, who was staring at the Ghostbusters. He turned his attention back to where the Fenton Assualt Vehicle was a few seconds ago.
"That was awesome." Danny's voice was low but full of awe. He turned to Egon and Janine. "Mom and dad always go shoot first and dissect later, but you—" he pointed at Slimer. "—you just protected this guy and made them back off. I've never seen that."
Slimer floated around Egon, Janine, and the others. He zoomed over to Danny, speaking a gibberish no one could understand. The ghost boy stared at the slimy ghost, curious about his presence but mostly wondering.
"Uh...is he trying to say something?" Danny asked. "Cause I don't think I speak it."
"Eee, that's just Slimer being thankful. But you might want to duck, like right now," Eduardo remarked.
"Why?"
Danny had only blinked before Slimer started hugging his face. The ghost boy recalled countless times he managed to avoid being goops by his parent's exploding inventions and wondered if this was the universe saying something. He could feel Jazz holding in her laughter as she watched.
The elder sister couldn't hold it forever and burst out laughing. Slimer noticed and floated over, having sufficiently coated Danny's entire head in green, gooey slime.
Well, at least it's not as bad as the time Joe Gutchern vomited on me. Danny thought as he left, looking for the nearest bathroom.
Jazz stopped as she noticed the slimy ghost wave at her. She returned the gesture but noticed Danny was gone and that Slimer was giving her a grin.
"Oh, no! No!" Jazz got up. "I've been cooped and slimed waaay too many times." She pointed at Slimer. "There is no way you're sliming me."
Slimer nodded, gurgling a sound similar to okay, and flew away to find Danny, who just came back in. The boy was clean as a whistle as he smiled.
"Hey, how'd you get degooped so fast?" Eduardo asked.
"I...uh, used a towel."
"Just one towel for that much slime?" Roland asked from his position by the Ecto-1.
"I, uh., may have used a bunch, sorry."
The Ghostbusters shrugged, not caring about slime at the moment. Roland grabbed the ecto-containment unit and walked out as Danny and Jazz stared.
"Well then, I say we order in. A couple of out of towers should try New York's pizza before they leave." Garrett wheeled over to the phone, dialing in the numbers for the best pizza joint nearby. "Double extra large with pepperoni, anchovies, and mushrooms, anyone?"
As the group started debating what to order, no one noticed that the scanners and detection systems went off. They were lighting up for Christmas as only a few blocks away, a ghost on horseback stood, watching everyone from afar.
"This concrete jungle shall do for our match.
Granted, you will not last.
And on the coming night that is my domain,
You shall all fear my name."
And all the while, from within the firehouse, more sinister activity was afoot. Inside a larger ecto-containment unit, a ghost was sitting still, chanting the word evening as it waited and watched. It paused for a moment, glancing in the distance, giving a smile with its thin, gaunt teeth showing in the middle of the predatory darkness.
This had become more popular than I expected, though I'm mainly saying that compared to Unclogged Graves. Now that Jack and Maddie have left, with some advice about toning down their ectoplasmic hostility, Danny and Jazz will have a real New York experience. The question is, can they handle the ghosts in the Big Apple?
Special Thanks! to Flower Princess11 for all her help!
Reviews:
RonaldM40196867: Yes. You'll see. They are fans, but they do not know everything, shown in Slimer's introduction. Yes. The idea of the lore in this story got me pumped.
Mazamba: If you want, they have the series on Crackle right now.
danifan3000: You'll have to read and find out.
LordGriffin1000: Glad you like.
Ironchef13: You'll see. Cujo won't be making any appearance, mainly because I forgot about him when I was thinking up the story.