Hey everyone, I'm back. I'll skip the small talk. Just letting you know that I've been working on this project for months. I think I started it back in November of all times. Yeah, got tired of waiting. Truth be told, I'm still not done yet.

Got distracted with some things- mostly I fell back into alcoholism and got my car stolen.

Yes, in that order.

Sooo, not in the best place right now.

Enough personal stuff. Instead of waiting until this super long chapter is 100% done. I'm chopping it up and posting it in parts. Sound good? The first chapter, and probably the second is going to be mostly plot stuff setting it up.

Chapter 3 on is going to be the lemons.

Oh, and yes. The title of this story is a pun on 'booty call'. After you read this, you can probably guess why.

Enjoy.

Ghouly Call

Chapter 1- Pilot

"Alright, I'm almost done over here."

Danny announced, his hand on his earpiece as he flew through the air. Room through room. Wall through wall. Head first, feet last. His body parallel to the ground. All of this in the dark and dormant castle of brick that was the Casper high school. The spectral hero himself was invisible to the naked eye. Not that it mattered, considering how lightless and empty the place was.

"Everything is all clear on my end." Tucker answered, annoyed but focused. The tech support of team phantom's voice buzzing through the earpiece.

"Happy to hear it." Danny nodded, turning a corner and straight through a chemistry lab.

"Shouldn't be a surprise. I just circled a couple of blocks in my electric smart car." Tucker said, the sounds of buttons being pressed and the oh so silent purr of an engine in the background.

"Why are you doing that?" Danny asked, gliding through a wall and cruising across the school gym. "I thought you were all about drones now."

"Oh, I am." Tucker answered, with the kind of cadence you'd only get from a confident nerd. "But I just swapped out the battery and upgraded the software. Needed to test it."

"By test, you don't mean set stuff on fire... right?"

"Hey, that was an accident." Tucker defended. "It only happened six or, seven times. Yes, I do have a fire extinguisher with me."

"You still have the drones out?" Danny asked, gliding into one of the school's many vending machines. Swiping a snack on the way. "The unarmed ones meant for recon. The non-boom boom fly bots I specifically asked you to make just for patrol."

"Yeah, they're out too." Tucker sighed, his voice bored and more than a little embarrassed. "So far I've got nothing... wait, I'm seeing some ghost activity down by the docks."

"Yes!" Danny growled, excited. The spectral flier turned a complete 90-degree angle on a dime, ready to blast at full speed. "Finally. Heading over there now."

"I'm gonna stop you right there." Tucker said, not an ounce of regret in his voice. "Valerie's on the scene, smashing ectoplasmic skulls."

"R-Really?" Danny stuttered, slowing down. The ghostly hero sighed. "I-I can still help her."

"Yeaaaahhh..." The tech boy stretched out through clenched teeth. "Last time you tried 'helping' Val, she tried to kill you, and it ended with two buildings burning down."

"They were abandoned." Danny defended, in the same ready tone about something that came up a LOT.

"Come on, man."

"Fine." Danny sighed, defeated. "I'll do one last loop before heading back to Fenton works."

"I'm already on the way back." Tucker informed, eagerly. "I'll check on Sam's progress with the new gadgets. Should be fun."

"Ugh, never thought I'd miss the box ghost." Danny rolled his eyes. The ghostly hero hoped that something, anything, would come up, so he wouldn't spend his Friday night going over dry as dust performance reviews and weapon statistics. Suddenly, just as Danny was about to phase through the auditorium walls- he felt some buzzing in his pocket. Danny pulled out his phone. His eyes bulged out of his head he saw the number on the screen. The picture was a hot pink lipstick kiss mark. "O-Oh boy."

"Whaph fuss zat?" Tucker asked, clearly biting into something, fallowed by a gulping sound. "I didn't hear you."

"Um-Ouch!" Danny 'answered', coming back into phase and ramming face-first into a wall. Drifting back, Danny shook his head clear before noticing an imprint of his face in the cheap sheet rock. "Never did like looney tunes."

"Kaaayyy..." Tucker said, stretching out the word. "Elaborate."

"I have to go."

"Not helping with the elaborating." Tucker quipped, clearly intrigued now.

"Its nothing. I'll meet up with you and Sam soon..." Danny announced, shooting straight up and phasing right through the ceiling of the old School. There was nothing above his head now but the stars. The spectral hero ignored the mumbling of his friend in the background as he scanned around himself, getting his bearings. Soon enough, Danny found his target. "Just, don't call back. I'll call you."

Danny hung up and streaked across the sky at full speed, superman pose and all.

It didn't take long. 112 MPH got you pretty far, pretty fast. Especially in a city like Amity Park. Still high in the sky, the nearest tower that matched him was a half mile away. Everything else was a good chunk below him. Just the way Danny liked it. With a bird's eye view, Danny checked the address again.

"52 Apparition ave, on Wraith boulevard." Danny grumbled. "The town's gotta lighten up on the ghost gimmick. On the fifth floor. Okay. 1, 2, 3..."

Danny said, forced to count the number of windows on the wall because they don't mark the levels on the outside. Eventually, he got it. Still in phase, Danny slid right in to the residential building. First through what appeared to be a living room full of Jackson Pollock paintings and conspiracy boards. The spectral hero could've sworn he'd seen his face stabbed or crossed out in there more than once, but chose not to think about it. Thankfully, Danny managed to get to the hallway, and then his target's apartment.

"Room 13."

The ghostly hero shook his head at that. Though, aside from the cliche, everything seemed pretty normal. No signs of traps. Nothing had set off his ghost sense. Danny could only guess whatever was out there was keeping a low profile. The spectral hero wondered if he should just ghost in or knock. It was how things usually worked. Even just that night. If it was a trap, they'd have him the second he slipped in. Knocking would trip them up. Though, if it wasn't a trap, he could fly into something horrible. Like the incident last week. The phantom was phasing through buildings as a shortcut. In one of the apartments was a crazy old lady being licked clean by her cats... yeah.

"Soooo, possible death or nightmares that will haunt me for the rest of my afterlife?" Danny asked himself. The hero thought for maybe half a second. "Knock. Knock."

Nothing. Danny knocked again.

Silence.

The ghostly hero was many things, patient wasn't one of them. Just as he was about to holler, Danny's phone shook in his pocket again. The same lipstick mark on the screen.

"Okay, fine." Danny whispered, phasing through the door. To his surprise, it was a regular, if empty apartment. "This the right address? Screw it, I'm calling."

Instantly, the spectral hero heard the standard dinging and chiming of a phone just down the hall of the apartment. Danny squinted down the bright hallway, put his phone back in his pocket, turned invisible, and floated toward the room. Taking in a breath, Danny phased through the door. The room he slid into echoed with the rings of tiny bells. Turning toward the noise, the phantom cursed under his breath as he saw cheap tourist trap dream catchers nailed to the door he just came through. Small bells tied to their strings. All of them still jingling.

"Hello, ghost boy."