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"Party!" A boy in a toga and laurel wreath screamed from the dance floor. Chugging down punch while he jammed to the beat as anyone who heard him cheered in tandem.
The Country Club had always been the premier spot for the most festive celebrations, from weddings to Sweet Sixteens, Quincimeras, and Bar Mitzvah. And after this, Halloween parties were sure to be another affair in the future.
Teens were dressed in a variety, from stunning hand made cosplayers to store-bought outfits worn by all partygoers. Even some guests dressed casually in festive ensembles with glow sticks and face paint. The multi-colored lights danced in the darkness as everyone celebrated.
More of Amity Park's young came in. Some had gone trick or treating or helped their parents with dispersing candy before they could come to join the fun.
Wolf whistles were heard as Frankie and her group walked up. The ghouls drew a lot of stares, able to blend in as they wore human costumes; their monstrous complexions charmed nearby mortals as they strutted toward the club.
"This looks fun," Frankie said, hearing the music grow louder. "And it sounds like they're having a real party."
"Careful, Frankie!" Draculaura stopped her friend, pointing to the hanging skeletons above the entrance. "It could be a trap. Just look at those poor skeletons."
The ghouls stopped at the steps to the club, looking up to see an array of plastic skeletons swaying in the wind.
"Those poor monsters," Cleo said, almost ready to faint.
"Y-you think this might be a bad idea?" Lagoona said.
"Aaaaa..." Ghoulia walked away from the group despite some protests. She raised a slow hand, grabbing one of the skeletons and rubbing a finger on one of the tibias before rasping, "Moum..."
"They're plastic?" the ghouls said in sync. Squinting their eyes, they leaned in, seeing how, despite the grimy decor, the bones were not real.
Most bony decor would look plastic, but these had been too detailed to be fake, scaring the monsters as they huddled together.
Coming out of their stupor, the ghouls took a moment to study the decorations. They had read about how humans would dress up as monsters. A look around showed bats plastered on walls, making them wonder how monsters were seen from the other side.
"Something tells me we're gonna learn a lot more about normies as we go through the night," Frankie commented.
"I just want to know why you insisted we dress up in these costumes." Clawdeen pulled at her outfit, careful not to tear it with her claws.
"Clawdeen's right. I don't think normies would recognize us as monsters. I mean, Spectra did find out they dress up as monsters for Halloween," Lagoona added. She pulled at the straps of her bikini top. "I mean, I guess thet could be cute? Do normies find these cute?"
Draculaura hummed in disagreement as she noted the stares she and the others were getting. While the Monsternet provided more information about Halloween in the human world, part of her wondered why their costumes differed from the uniforms they copied.
The ghouls mostly dressed in basic worker attire, albeit limited in modesty. Frankie had gone through a few pages, picking out the costumes. For herself, she kept to a mad scientist look, with her black hair styled up, her white streak showing like a lightning bolt. Her shiny white jacket was more clingy, accenting her curves as it stopped above her knees. With her gogo boots matching the pattern in her hair, her green skin and stitches blended in perfectly.
Draculaura followed in her police uniform. Her short skirt and crop top shirt did not match, nor did they exactly say disguise, but she did not protest, partly finding it cute as she accessorized it with some pink strips running down her sleeves, blouse, and length of her umbrella skirt.
"Well, what do you expect? We look—are spooktacular!" Cleo flaunted, flipping her hair not contained by her Nemes as she walked further up the steps. She had come all this way and would not wait at the entrance.
However, she did pause at the skeletons hung. The figures were still threatening to her as they swayed in the wind.
"Uhhh..." Ghoulia rasped.
"Yeah, Ghoulia has a point. What happen to your costume, Cleo?" Frankie pointed at the ghoul's almost golden attire. "I don't think normie presidents dress like that."
"President? Hah! Please, I'm a pharaoh, monster royalty!" Cleo posed, showing off her handmade, custom pleated robes of gold and blue. While not made of actual gold, something she would not wear in front of normies, the foil did its best to shine. Her one mandatory fashion accompanied all this: burial wraps, clothes wrung her arms, neck, legs, and waist. There were even wrappings on her high heels.
The prideful ghoul would not stoop to wearing a cheaply made costume. The term monster royalty came to mind as she flaunted her looks. Her tanned skin radianted with the shiny outfit.
"And why didn't you ask me to help with your costumes? They're so...cheap," Cleo added.
Ghoulia hummed, giving a dopey smile at her attire. She gave a spin, showing off the red dancer outfit. Her jacket was open, showing off a black tank top underneath, allowing others to see a studded belt. The material was slick, giving a small shine off the light. She eventually replaced her usual white glasses with some sunshades.
"Aaah..." the zombie girl rasped.
"Oh yeah. That is totes thriller!" Draculaura giggled as she listened to the music from the steps. "You'll fandsolutely blend in."
"Enough chatter! Let's get inside, already!" Clawdeen pushed the group forward. "Who the heck goes to a party and waits outside?!"
"Well, technically Holt did...but that was for different circumstances," Frankie answered, but quickly realized that was a rhetorical question.
The ghouls smiled sheepishly as they entered the building. The doors swung open to show the reception area decorated with familiarity as they saw walls covered in darker shaded coloring with spider-webbing curtains. All the chairs looked like they could electrocute you with all the wiring stitched into them, carpets with white outlines of people on them, chandeliers with half the lights working, candles with spooky faces on them, plastic rats and spiders on the floor, and more. The place was a verified haunted house in human terms.
The ghouls walked along lanterns, entering a hallway leading to the courtyard, where the music was coming from. They passed by humans in monster costumes, chatting and laughing as they enjoyed the festivities away from the loud outdoors.
"Kinda reminds you of home." Frankie commented.
"Only with a lot more sweets offered to you." Lagoona pointed out as the rest of the monster girls noticed the large array of human candy at the huge snack tables aligned by the walls, holding a buffet of specialty sweets.
"I hope they have sugar eyeballs!" Frankie stared at the table with some salivation until Cleo gave her a not-so-happy stare. "But hopefully without any cursed ones, of course," she added nervously.
"Can we eat normie food?" Draculaura asked. "Although I'm more than willing to try the veggie platter." The pink-skinned vampire wondered if she should try one of the carrots shaped like fingers or the celery sticks shaped like severed legs. However, she put away those thoughts as she did not want to risk eating flesh, unaware of the artistic presentation.
It was a question on the ghouls' minds, now present as they thought about the cuisine at the party. Only through the monsternet were normie cultures shown, and with everything in arms reach, there was a temptation to taste what was possibly the forbidden fruit.
As they neared the exit, Clawdeen's nose twitched. She sniffed the air as a familiar scent immediately caught her attention, making her mouth water.
"Forget the snack table, Do you ghouls smell that?" Clawdeen asked as she followed her nose. "This party is serving up something tasty." She sniffed again, taking a deep whiff. "Smells like they're serving casketdilllas, screechburgers, crunch cries, screechza, and more!"
Clawdeen was intoxicated by the smells, now drooling as she ran to the exit, ignoring Dracukaura asking about any vegan options.
The ghouls entered the main event, the courtyard, where they saw practically the entire teen population of Amity Park in attendance. Lights of orange, purple, yellow, red, white, and green danced to the beat, showing the partygoers grooving along the floor. The DJ was mixing sounds, combining the usual scary sounds with some techno remixes to add a rhythm.
It was something to behold for the ghouls as they walked down the steps and entered the fray. One by one, they were soon greeted with wild salutations of whistles, followed by some ogles as the humans noticed their new dance partners.
"Is it just me or are we gathering a bit of attention from the party goers?" Spectra gripped the edge of her costume, making sure she was covered.
"Well of course we're catching a lot of the normie's attention. Have you looked at us? Obviously we're the most freaky fine girls in the entire party. So it shouldn't be that surprising that so many eyes arr on us." Cleo responded as she enjoyed being the center of attention, flipping her hair at the crowd.
"Aaaah?..." Ghoulia rasped.
"Ghoulia's right, aren't we trying to blend in and not stand out in this normie party?" Clawdeen asked, looking over their costumes.
Lagoona glanced at her attire: a lifeguard outfit in a sports bikini style. The red, aquatic crop top and short shorts showed off much of her scales, which she accented with some sea shells. Her blond hair was tied back into a nokktail with a red visor.
Clawdeen drew eyes as well.
While the werewolf was not as glamorous compared to her ghoulfriends, she still stood out in her gold and purple leotard. Borrowing a lettermon jacket from her brother, she walked around in her favorite platform wedges.
The jacket got a lot of attention as some jocks took notice of it, exchanging glances amongst themselves.
"Dude, check out President mummy over there with the long legs." A dark-skinned jock in a ninja outfit jabbed his friend with an elbow.
"Nice! But have you seen the fishy lifeguard? Gotta be from a different school or something," The boy, a boxer, replied.
"I think they're all from different schools," One boy, a knight, commented. "You think the pink cop is taken?"
Murmurs about the monster girls and their costumes grew as they walked along the studded lights that lead to the dance floor. The ghouls giggled, blushed, or ignored the words of the boys and girls as they strutted along.
"I guess they like our costumes a lot." Draculaura beamed at the attention, bouncing with energy.
"Can't say the same for Spectra," Clawdeen said, pointing at the ghost girl with her head.
Spectra had originally chosen a reporter's outfit, but seeing as she was entering a town that housed ghost hunters, a more selective, yet conspicuous ensemble was chosen. Donning a brown deerstalker hat and hefty Inverness cape, she played the part of a detective, hoping the costume would not draw attention as she asked around.
However, to seal the deception, Spectra could not float. At first, she thought of some magic to solidify her, but there was trouble with that. Instead, she had bought a special pair of shoes made to weigh her down, forcing her to walk.
She wobbled against each step as she glanced around from the cover of her cape. Her purple and yellow eyes shined brightly at the potential scoop.
Here she was, in the haunted town, seeking an interview from a half-ghost, and she had to focus on putting her left foot in front of her right. Or was it her right foot in front of her left?
Either way, each step was heavy, giving her a new workout routine.
The borders of the courtyard were filled with tables of snacks and beverages as the kaleidoscopic spotlights wandered around the dancing teens. Frankie and Draculaura had almost joined the crowd if not for Clawdeen's grip holding them back.
"Ghouls, I know it's a party, but we gotta focus." Clawdeen pulled her friends back as the girls huddled together.
"Remember, we're here to see if Danny Phantom will be here so Spectra can interview him," Lagoona explained.
"Not to mention, we have to avoid being discovered." Spectra held her cape tighter as she peered around. "I really want to get this interview, but this is still dangerous territory for monsters, especially ghosts."
"Are you even sure he'll be here?" Cleo asked, watching the crowd.
"Of corpse he will. Ghosts can't resist a good party." Spectra kept her eyes on the dance floor, tapping her foot in rhythm. She swayed her hips to the beat, promptly stopping herself as she remembered her reasons for being here.
Now was the time to investigate, not have fun...yet.
"Soooo...I guess we should start asking blokes about Phantom?" Lagoona asked with a puzzled look.
"Right! We should...split up then," Frankie suggested, but her words drew in the ire of Cleo, Clawdeen, and Lagoona. "What? Was it something I said?"
"Then, that means no going into dance floor?" Clawdeen pointed a perfectly manicured claw at the lights.
"But that's where everyone is."
Clawdeen leaned into her Frankensteinian friend. Her yellow eyes glow as she spoke. "We need to keep a low profile, or we can get caught. We don't need you losing an arm or leg just because you want to dance with the normies."
Frankie held in her voice, accepting there was a time and place for anything. Though she felt a need to dance and mingle, wondering when was the next time she would be hanging out with humans. A jacketed arm was slung around her shoulder, where she turned to see Clawdeen's yellow eyes staring at her in sympathy.
"Look, ghoulfriend. I get you're excited, but we need to focus. We'll come here another time. What do ya say?" Draculaura said, placing her hand in Frankie's, making her friend smile.
Lagoona, Clawdeen, and Spectra nodded as they looked around for any eavesdroppers, just to be safe. However, anyone that was nearby were more focused on food, costumes, the girls in them, or the loud music which sheltered the ghoul's conversation.
Cleo and Ghoulia started at the dancing teens, perplexed and partially intrigued.
"Aaaah..." Ghoulia pointed at the crowd of humans as they tripped the fantastic lights to a funky beat as a synthesizer repeated in the background, evoking a spooky tune. She gave a wide, dopey smile, clapping her hands to the beat as the dancefloor swung to the left in an almost zombified manner.
"True, but their coordination could use some work," Cleo added before turning to the ghouls. "So, how should we do...this?" She twirled a pointed finger at the crowd finger.
"How about with a dance, good looking?"
In came the quarterback of Casper High, Dash Baxter, wearing a gym teacher costume with a tank top and shorts. Stitches were applied to his face, arms, and legs for cosmetics. He walked over with the same entitlement he wore at school, inserting himself into group.
"Hey there. You like quarterbacks?" Dash asked, flexing his muscles. With closed eyes, the boy almost kissed the closet arm, almost as if it was a national treasure.
Frankie stared in confusion, her head tilted to the side. Like her friends, a frog was stuck in her throat, now remembering how they also needed to talk to the normies. They had so much fun flaunting and staring that their mission was almost left to the wind.
"Uh...Hi." Frankie said with a gentle smile. "I'm Frankie, and these are my friends."
"Franky, huh? Weird name for a chick." Dash now stopped showing off as he stood tall with a cocky smile. "Name's Dash Baxter. King of Casper High and star quarterback. Maybe you heard of me?"
"Not really. You see we're new in town and—"
Lagoona did not finish as Dash swooped in and wrapped an arm around her waist with such speed nobody had time to process what happened. Cleo got the same treatment as the boy squeezed his arms.
"New in town. Then, let me show you gals around," the boy said.
Cleo released herself from the boy's arm, as did Lagoona, though the latter did so with as much dignity she could muster.
"Uh...thank you for the offer, but I dont think my boofriend would like that," Cleo said, not so subtly rejecting him.
"Nor mine," Lagoona said, frowning.
Dash frowned, going to Dracularua and Clawdeen. But he was met with the same routine, granted the latter was ready to chew him out, both figuratively and literally. Frankie tried to change the subject before things got hostile here.
"So...interesting costume. What are you supposed to be?" Frankie asked, trying to settle things with a friendly attitude.
"Oh, this?" Dash pulled at his shirt. "I'm a zombie gym coach. Pumping iron, and eating the nerds, cause they have, like, brains and stuff."
Ghoulia heard this and felt offended, as did the other ghouls, but they knew they could not voice their complaints. Not now, anyway.
"Ugh..." Ghoulia let out a low groan while Cleo glared at the jock.
"How positively scareable! It's like you just say whatever's on your mind," the mummy girl retorted.
"Thanks," Dash said with a smile, walking towards the other girls. Another round of arm rodeo would have begun if not for the words of a fellow jock drawing him away.
"Hey Dash, you gotta check out the cheerleaders from Jasper High!" Another popular guy called out.
"Scuse me, ladies. The king of Casper High's gotta swim free," Dash said as he left, dramatically strutting with his arms swing.
The ghouls frowned, some flabbergasted as they saw the boy walk with arrogant confidence. They cringed and gagged as they finally felt his presence gone.
"Geez, and I thought Manny could be a jerk, but this guy just took the crown," Clawdeen criticized.
"That was a waste of time. I mean, I know normies and monster don't always get along, but did you see how that bloke was acting?" Lagoona did everything to keep calm, taking a deep breath to center herself.
Ghoulia was silent, wearing a sad face. Her mouth opened, but she said nothing as Cleo patted her back.
"Ignore thst fool, Ghoulia. Your a 1000 times smarter than he will ever be," Cleo said, trying to cheer her up.
"Yeah. Ask anyone," Draculaura added as she turned to the group. "Isn't that right...Spectra?"
The ghouls looked around to notice their ghostly friend had already left, obviously searching through the crowd for answers and clues. Their reason for being here had been pushed into the back of their minds during the time spent with Dash.
Sheepishly chuckling, the girls split up, wandering the party as they mingled with other humans. They could find what they sought there, as the ghost girl had started.
Spectra was already inquiring with other people. Of course, asking a question was easy. Not tripping over her two feet proved to be a challenge. If she was not careful, one slip could mean either the interviews were over, courtesy of a teenager's short attention span at a party, or they were more interested in what was underneath the cape.
She knew what that meant and the consequences, if any saw her transparent complexion. But at the thought of a big scoop for her blog, specifically anything about Danny Phantom, she was willing to risk what could come next.
Lost in her thoughts, the ghost girl did not see in front of her, bumping into two girls. The first was a Hispanic girl dressed elegantly in a frilly pink dress with a decorative white skull painted on her face, followed by a blonde in a white crop top with a red and yellow S symbol on it, along with a blue skirt with a red cape.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" The first girl snapped.
Spectra apologized, trying to keep her balance as the two girls stared at her.
"Sorry about that. I'm just lost in thought," Spectra said.
"Don't care." The Hispanic girl flicked her hand in the air.
"But I just wanted to ask questions about Danny Phantom."
"Excuse me? Why do you want with the ghost boy?" Now, she got in Spectra's face with a dangerous glare.
"I was just curious." Spectra backed away. "I was hoping to write something for my blog. Do you know Phantom?"
This made the first girl smile widely. "I am Paulina Sanchez, the president of the Danny Phantom Phan Club. I know everything there is to know about the handsome ghost boy," Paulina said before gesturing to the girl behind her. "And this is Star."
"Oh! Then, can I ask you some questions." Spectra entered full journalist/reporter mode as she held out her pen and paper, almost invading the girl's space.
Both popular girls seemed a bit put off by this girl, whom they had never seen before, but ignored any questions to enjoy the party. This was a once in a teenage-lifetime event. So it would not hurt to answer a few questions for the Sherlock dress-up in front of them.
"You came all this way to ask about Danny Phantom?" Star asked, not seeming to be bothered or annoyed by the sudden interview. She looked to Paulina, who hummed neutrally at the ghost girl.
"Fine, whatever. Just make it quick and don't take up too much of my time. I have a party to enjoy," Paulina responded, her tone full of apathy.
"Spooktacular! Then you mind telling me when Phantom first appeared?" Spectra leaned in, asking in rapid-fire.
The girls, however, made a face at that.
"Spooktacular? What is this? It's like Halloween is going to be everyday," Paulina said in a snobby way. "Ugh, goth culture is so just a phase."
Spectra's smile dropped at that.
"To answer your question, ghosts started showing up sometime ago and started haunting the place. They were everywhere, and one took over my flawless body. Then the ghost boy saved my life and that is where our love story began," Paulina said dreamily.
"Love...story?" Spectra tilted her head but continued to listen as Paulina went on and on about the subsequent supernatural occurrences.
The Phan club president could go on forever about Danny Phantom, most of it gushing over how handsome, strong, and brave he is.
Meanwhile, The ghouls were having a grand time at the normie party, with some hanging together and some doing their own separate thing.
Clawdeen had been preoccupied with the buffet laid on the tables. She could not help herself from wolfing down a sixteen-ounce steak in just a few bites. To her surprise, she got cheers from a crowd of partygoers. Cleo was on the dance floor doing The Egyptian Walk, which, thanks to her peerless beauty, got many costumed people to dance alongside in a dance flash mod with Cleo at the lead. Ghoulia was by her side, dancing along in return, all the while enjoying herself.
Frankie, Draculaura, and Lagoona were taking a break from partying at the punch bowl and for a bit of privacy to chat with each other.
"So, ghouls. You dug up any info about Danny Phantom? Because the only thing I got were compliments on my costume. They said I look like a real scientist," Frankie said, making sure her hair was still standing on end.
"I've got diddly-squat when I asked around about the Halfa. Almost all the guys I questioned didn't even look in me eyes," Lagoona said, upset that normie boys seemed to see her as the fresh catch of the day. "Bunch of bloody, empty-headed dingos, that's what they are."
"I was...a little busy having fun at the party to question anyone." Draculaura said, admitting her guilt. "They all said I look super cute in my police officer costume and even liked my pink body paint. Although I'm not sure why they would think that I'm even wearing any body paint." Draculaura added, not yet understanding what the friendly jock pointed out to her.
"Boys...always so clueless," Cleo muttered, walking in from the dance floor with Ghoulia beside her. "I take it nobody got any answers?"
The others hung their heads. The dance music played in the background as they silently watched the humans enjoy themselves. Their swaying tempted the group the group.
"Ghouls!" Spectra soon ran up, tripping once again on her own two feet, dropping her notepad. "There you are."
"We're sorry, Spectra, but nobody here seems to know about Phantom. If anything, everyone's here to party," Frankie explained.
"No worries, ghouls. I found something," Spectra happily said. She held out her hand, missing its notepad. Looking around, it was still on the floor, threatened to be trampled by nearby partygoers.
Reaching down, the ghost girl grabbed her pad and picked it up. Her ghostly pale face glowed in the spotlight as she smiled excitedly.
"Atta ghoul, Spectra. Now that's real journalism talent ya got there!" Lagoona would have pat her friend on the back, but she instead opted to give a smile.
"Well, don't keep us in the dark. Tell us what you found out." Draculaura was starting to bounce. It was adorable seeing the small vampire giggling like a child with her arms pumping.
"After some investigation with the president of his phan club...well, more like listening her go on about-nevermind. Anyway, I got a location we can investigate as Danny Phantom is mostly seen—"
"At Casper High, right?"
Clawdeen came in with a smirk, now joining the group from the buffet. A small burp was heard as the werewolf picked at her teeth with a toothpick. Her stomach was stuffed from the various foods that had been on display.
The ghost girl frowned. This was supposed to be her big moment, and now her friend stole her thunder.
"Where did you hear that?" Spectra asked.
"From one of the boys, I asked at the tables," Clawdeen replied, inspecting her free claws nonchalantly. The other was still using the toothpick to clean between her teeth. "They even told me that's where most of the ghosts like to attack."
"I've been wondering about that—" Frankie interjected, but before she could speak the rest of her mind, the lights flicked as the music dropped.
Everyone in the courtyard gasped, freezing in place as they looked around. Murmurs ran rampant through the cliques as a techno sound began ramping up. A loud clash was heard as the lights centered at the entrance. A puff of smoke came as Ashli Mitchell appeared dressed in a provocative huntress suit.
The teens hollered and whooped as she strutted and danced over to the heart of the yard. From within, a girl was heard scoffing, snarking about how shallow the girl was. Drones buzzed around as the party guests parted ways, allowing their host a dramatic entrance.
"Hello, Amity Park! Is everyone having the time fo their life or what!?" Ashli hollered, dancing to the beat as she reached the center. She waved her hands as she heard the teens yell and scream.
"We love you, Ashli!"
"You look so hot!"
Most, if not all, of the partygoers in costumes were loudly cheering at their host. Fists were pumped in the air, caffeinated drinks in plastic cups were raised above people's heads, and various sweets and candy were thrown in every direction like confetti.
Ashli Mitchell drank all the praises, smiling almost wickedly at the compliments as she gave a sideways pose, showing off her figure to rile up the boys before standing up with her hands out.
"Alright. Alright. Thank you. Thank you. I just want to say—"
"Incoming!" Yelled a voice. The teens looked up to see an ecto-green glow coming crashing down.
The teens screamed as they parted from the dancefloor as the cometing glow fell with increased velocity. The ghouls could only stare as they watched the courtyard flash with lights as something exploded onto the floor.
As the dust settled, the ghouls stared in shock and awe as they saw the ghost boy in question in his usual black and white hazmat suit with the DP symbol. His glowing green eyes and snowy white hair were visible from the shore distance, staring at the other end. The sound of a clomp brought their attention to where Phantom was staring, seeing a knight on a bat-winged steed.
"Alright! It's Danny Phantom!" Screamed a random partygoer, making the crowd cheer.
Ashli coughed a bit from her spot on the floor, narrowly jumping out of the way as she saw the ghost boy. Intrigue, she barely moved as two blonde boys picked her up. This was to be Amity Park's most fabled ghost, and it was exciting that he finally showed up.
The monsters could only gasp as they watched the two ghosts circle each other.
"What is that?" Frankie whispered to her friends, pointing to the unexpected specter.
"Don't know, but I don't think he's friendly. Spectra, do you know that bloke?" Lagoona asked.
"Everyone in the Ghost Zone knows him. That's the Fright Knight, the long-time spirit of Halloween!" Spectra inched away, tripping backward and knocking her friends back as they saw the stare-off. She was trembling at the sight of the infamous spirit.
What was now an interview became much more as the ghouls stared in disbelief.
BCW: Not much to say on my end. Thank you all for your patience, and next chapter will have things from Danny's perspective of the night. Soon, worlds will converge.
Special Thanks! to Flower Princess11 for all her help!
Jay: Sorry for the Delay in posting a new chapter for HHS. Some personal stuff IRL had to take priority for me. Plus, October came around much quicker than I expected. Hopefully, this new chapter will make up for it. We're currently only 15 days away until Halloween 2023. Also, BCW and I would like to Thank FP11 for all her help in writing this chapter. Thank You So Much, FP11!
Reviews! Same format as before:
BeconFuzzled Writer
Jay The Average Fanboy
RonaldM40196867:
I don't have a favorite. Ghostly wail. No. It was alright. A streamer.
1. My favorite is a Tie between G1&G2 Draculaura, G1&G2 Lagoona and G1&G2 Toralei.
2. My Favorite is another Tie between Danny's Ice Powers/Cryokinetic, Duplication, and surprisingly his Telekinesis that he showed off during the "Boxed Up Fury" with the rake.
3. Sadly No.
4. I Absolutely Loved It! It's in my Top 10 Favorite Death Battle Match-ups. :)
5. An OC.
IrishKatana:
Eats crow? Now, that sounds hypocritical.
Why would Sam eat an animal? She's a Vegan.
pokemon fan 1991:
Thanks!
Thanks. :)
Jebest4781:
Thanks!
Thanks and Stay Tuned. :)
Luiz4200:
Given they are stars of different genres, I think Sam likes them all equally.
In my opinion, she's probably favors the original over the newer stuff. That doesn't mean that Sam won't stay play the new games from "Trinity of Doom" though.
Invader Johnny:
Indeed.
I liked the Reverse Psychology scene too.
Shogun lord poke burst:
No, it's Ashli Mitchell, an OC.
Ask BCW.
R33dr3b3l:
Hopefully, chapters will start coming out more frequently.
Will this do?
Hyde115:
Thanks!
Here's a New Chapter.
JAKEkenstein:
No romance has been decided yet.
Ask BCW.
LockAndKey989:
No romance has been decided yet.
No Spoilers
Red Ron:
I won't.
I can not speak for BCW. But I can only promise to try.
Guest 1:
Honestly, the ghouls are just taken by his looks. It's more a hormonal reflex found in teens.
We all have our own favorite Pairings and are entitled to our own opinions in making new Pairings in our respective Fanfictions. You spoke your mind and I respect you for that.
Guest 2:
How's this?
No Spoilers.
Ironchef13:
Well...there's this chapter.
Now it's 15 Days until Halloween. Thanks for asking and you have a Phan-Tastic Halloween too.
Soggy Fysher Woods:
Romances have not been decided yet.
Just be patient and We'll find out.