To GirlFish, it's never explicitly said who exactly cursed Fiona, but there's a theory that it was the Fairy Godmother. I believe there's a video about that somewhere on YouTube. As for how Danny himself got "cursed", I'm planning on making two sequels to this that are essentially parodies of Shrek 2 and Shrek 4-D: The Ghost of Lord Farquaad. The Shrek 2 spoof will go more into Danny's past, who he is, who his parents are, where he's from, how he got "cursed", and what his life was like before his imprisonment. In order to make that possible I need a vote: Flynn, OC, or No. The option with the most votes by the end of this fanfic will decide the key elements of The Goth Girl and The Ghost Prince 2.
Leave your vote in your review!
Also I'm hoping this Paulina doesn't seem too OOC like I think she is.
Now with that out of the way, I am here to announce that I do not own Danny Phantom or the Shrek quadrilogy. I do own the OC that I introduced in the last chapter and the OC that is mentioned in this chapter.
Enjoy!
"You have reached your destination," Technus intoned, fading into the dark abyss that was the screen of Tucker's PDA, which reverted back to the default home page.
"FINALLY!!" Sam cried. During the entire trip since this morning, Tucker had been close to rupturing Sam's ears with his horrendous "singing", if it could even be called that.
But now, staring at the ashlar gateway with the massive gonfalone of faded cardinal and cream fabric emblazoned with a dull blue black raven, with the words: "Welcome To Casper!" just below it in bleached off-white, the Goth girl would've cried tears of joy, if that hadn't been against the Gothic code that is.
Passing through the gateway, the two found themselves in the outdoor foyer, which was a large, circular space of cobblestone, lined in a concrete sidewalk, a combination of half-timbered and palazzo-style buildings lining that, with three streets, one down the middle, one leading left, and one leading to the right, breaking it up. And in the very center, was a cast stone ringed, kiddie swimming pool-sized pool of glistening yet murky water, complete with a washed-out white sign that said: "Not For Public Use."
"What's that for?" Sam asked, pointing to the pool.
"That? Don't know. Paulina had it installed a few months ago. Had some water-based ghost called H2O in it for some time," Tucker replied, "Don't know what happened to them." He stepped towards the pool, staring down into it. "Although, now that I think about it," Tucker continued. "I never really realized just how deep this thing is," he picked up a loose stone from the street and threw it into the water, watching as it sank deeper and deeper into the pool, eventually disappearing into the murky darkness. "I can't even see the bottom!"
Sam smirked, "Do you think she's trying to compensate for something?" The Goth laughed at her own joke but stopped when Tucker just gave her a confused look.
"Is this place normally a ghost town?" Sam asked as they walked through the streets of Casper, noting how they were seemingly deserted. Not a soul walked out of any of the buildings, nor did a soul walk on the sidewalk, where the occasional street lamp jutted out from.
"No," Tucker answered. He pointed to the red and white silver fast food joint further down the block, "The Nasty Burger's usually packed full at this hour."
"I'm sorry, 'The Nasty Burger'?" Sam catchezied, finding it hard to believe that someone would give their restaurant a name that sounded like someone should call the Health Department.
Tucker nodded. "Yep," he confirmed with a smile. "'Nasty is only one letter from Tasty!'" He recited before frowning. "But seriously though, where is everyone?!"
"Paulina's deporting people now?" Sam suggested.
Tucker snorted. "She'd never do that. She, the jocks and the A-list will never admit it, but they need us "geeks" to keep Casper technologically up-to-date with the Capital and the other city-states. They'll push us around and insult us, they'll feel our collars if we stand up for ourselves, but they'll never, ever get rid of us. At least, not in this amount."
It was then that both Tucker and Sam spotted the first person they had seen since they arrived at Casper: a middle-aged male in a long-sleeved white polo work shirt, beige overalls and black tennis shoes, a white custodian's cap covering his gray hair*. The gray-haired man was brushing the sweepings from the street and sidewalks into a dustpan and tossing it into the trash bag beside him.
"Hey!" Tucker called out.
The man looked up from what he had been doing, staring at the Goth girl and the technogeek with his tired bayberry green eyes.
"Yes?" The man replied dully.
"Where is everybody?" Tucker asked, as he and Sam approached the janitor.
The man gave the four-eyed teen and the Goth an off-white smile.
"Haven't ya heard?" he said, pointing to the basalt, Yule marble, and bluestone coliseum towering above the other buildings just a few blocks down. "The Governor's hosting a big competition at the Casper Fields! Says the winner receives something special."
Paulina smiled.
It took about an hour for the non-competing jocks to get the stadium up and running for this, a few minutes for Mikey and his nerdy loser friends to brainstorm up sufficient challenges to test Dash's group of select eight, with a little "motivation" courtesy of Captain Dash and the non-competing jocks to help speed up the process, another hour for the non-competing jocks to gather the equipment needed for the games and no more than thirty minutes for Dash and the non-competing jocks to round up an audience. After all, this was to be a pretty big event, she might as well make the most of it.
The young governess surveyed the ocean of people in the stands. All of Casper had to be in attendance. Dash and the jocks had done their job well.
Paulina herself was seated in the luxury box high above them all, seated in a Louis XVI style giltwood wingback chair. To her right stood Kwan, and to his right, in a wine-colored velvet wingback chair, sat Judge Mei Ishiyama, Head Judge of Casper's High Court and Kwan's mother**. Standing to the left of Paulina was Dash, and to the left of him stood the ninja girl. And sitting behind all of them on a raised dais, were Paulina's cohorts.
It was time.
Paulina nodded to Dash who nodded back with a smile, utterly oblivious of the death glare the ninja girl was giving him, and motioned to the band "geeks" below, who nodded shakily, sounding their trumpets. All the chatter in the stands ceased, all eyes turning to the luxury box above.
"Brave jocks!" Paulina said. "You are the best soldiers that Casper has to offer," the young governess flashed the group of jocks below a dazzling smile of pearly white, she and everyone else in the coliseum not noticing that two certain people had just arrived uninvited.
"And today, one of you will prove yourself far greater than the rest," Paulina continued. "The winner shall have the honor… no… the privilege to go forth and rescue the young Prince Daniel from the decaying lie of the Beast. If, for any reason, the winner is unsuccessful, the first runner-up shall take his place, and so on and so on," she added grandiloquently, dismissively waving her hand at that last sentence.
"Some of you may be hurt or even die, but it is a sacrifice I am willing to make," Paulina finished with a smirk, not noticing the disapproving stares from both the ninja girl and Judge Ishiyama.
The crowd roared their applause, two certain people noting that a few jocks were holding up giant cue cards that read in capitalized letters:
"CHEERS, APPLAUSE!"
"Let the games begin!" Paulina announced with a smile.
The audience roared their applause again. It was short-lived, however, turning into looks of confusion as the sound of the jocks arguing caught their attention, looking down at the group.
Dash, Kwan, Judge Ishiyama, and the ninja girl followed their example.
Paulina scowled down at the jocks. What were those idiots doing?
The group of jocks roughly parted, scowling at two people that Paulina had never seen before in her life.
"What is that?!" Paulina asked in horror as she gazed at the female, who could be no older than sixteen. "Ugh! It's so tacky!" she added, mentally criticizing the girl's appearance.
"Yeah!" One of her many satellites agreed, half out of desire to appease Casper's young governess, and half out of genuine agreement. "Her skin's so pale, does she get any sun?!"
It was true, the girl's skin was pasty white, like a vampire's. It contrasted heavily against her short dark hair that was styled by that lame ponytail at the top and back of her head, and the tacky purple lipstick she was sporting.
"And her clothes!" Another girl chimed in.
Her clothes? Dear Mother of God, her clothes! All black with hardly any color? It was better suited for going to a funeral than out in public!
"Ugh, it's one of those gloom-and-doom Goth freaks!" Paulina spat in disgust.
Sam ignored the leaden weight of over a thousand glares on her and glared up at the luxury box.
"At least I'm not the one dressed up like a peacock!" She retorted.
It was true, Paulina, the glossy ebony-haired Latina with those doe-like eyes of teal blue, Sam presumed, was wearing a glitzy bright navy blue, tea length dress with many-hued accents, elegant swan white opera gloves with showy silver threading covering her hands, a festoon necklace of burnished gold and glittering marquise cut white sapphires hanging from her neck. Talk about no modesty!
Flanking Casper's governess on either side were two jocks who Sam recognized as Captain Dash and Kwan from yesterday (Tucker had told her their names), and sitting next to the Asian jock, was an almond brown-eyed Asian woman in a denim blue blazer dress over a white dress shirt with a cardinal skinny tie, a denim blue pencil skirt, and black court shoes with white ankle socks. Sam assumed she was Judge Ishiyama.
Standing to the left of Dash, surveying them and the broken up mass of jocks, was a helenite green-eyed, dark brunette Latina, dressed in a night black and lilac purple ninja garb and armed with various ecto-weapons, all of which were fashioned from a dark metal. Sam guessed that she was Deadly Nightshade, the famed yet mysterious ghost-hunting ninja of Casper, who specialized in anti-ectoplasm poisons.
Standing behind all of the previous, was a group of girls in flashy finery and bling, the A-List, the co-governing council that turned milk-and-water after Paulina replaced the members with her yes-girls.
Back up in the box, Paulina glared daggers at the Goth. Just who did she think she was?! Coming here in those tacky, sables, interrupting her tournament and insulting her clothes!?
Dash leaned in closer to Paulina, failing to notice the hole Deadly Nightshade was attempting to burn into his back with her eyes.
"That's that wise-cracking technogeek Foley and the Goth witch that helped him escape," The Captain of the Jocks whispered.
Oh yes, Paulina heard about that. About how some tech-obsessed loser thought he was too good for her rules and standards and had attempted to trick the jocks after being caught having Ecto-Contraband and harboring a spectral entity inside his nerd device. And when Captain Dash and a few of his men had attempted to rightfully arrest him, a Gothic plant witch had appeared from the shadows and attacked them with monstrous, Venus Flytrap-like creatures, one of which taking a bite of Dash's sword.
Her charges were aiding and abetting a criminal and assaulting authorities.
So-
Paulina smirked, "Jocks!"
The competing eight looked up at Paulina. So did Sam and Tucker.
"New plan! The one who apprehends these two will be named the champion! Have at them!"
The jocks nodded, turning to Tucker and Sam with fish-eating grins, drawing their weapons as they stepped closer to the Goth and the technogeek.
The latters took a collective step back for every step the formers took toward them.
"Don't make this hard on yourselves, geeks." One of the jocks sneered.
Tucker shot Sam a glare.
"See?! Didn't I tell you that I'd be collared if I came back here?" He hissed. "Now we're both going to be arrested!"
"No," Sam replied. "No we're not."
Tucker scoffed, "And how do you suppose that's gonna happen?"
Sam said nothing, instead approaching Tucker and rummaging through his randoseru.
"What are you doing?" Tucker asked, glancing back and forth between Sam and the advancing jocks.
Finally, Sam fished out an ordinary-looking metal baseball bat with a lime sticker on it with the word "Fenton'' on it in darker lime green, brandishing it. "Like this."
The jocks all rushed forward, the majority going after Tucker while the other three went after Sam, clearly thinking her as the "weaker" of the two "losers".
They were wrong. Dead as a doorknob wrong.
About fifteen minutes later, all of Dash's selected "best" were on the ground, either unconscious or groaning in pain, which was drowned out by the roar of the crowd.
Some sported bruises from when Sam had bludgeoned them with her bat or when Tucker had nailed them with a bo-staff. A few would eventually discover that they had minor, slightly static, stinging burns from when Tucker blasted them with a COP .357-style ecto-gun. Others might even have shallow gashes from when Sam had lashed at them with the vines she summoned from beneath the dusty earth of the Casper Fields. They would be alright, with some medical assistance and time, but their wounded pride would hurt far more than their injuries.
Bent, snapped in half, crushed and otherwise broken and useless weaponry littered the ground from when Sam had used those exact same vines to deprive the jocks of their weapons, even using some of them as projectiles against said jocks.
Deadly Nightshade glowered at Dash.
"These are your best men, Captain Dash?" the ninja demurred, pointing to the downed jocks. "Are you sure these aren't just your plug-ugly buddies?"
Dash flinched at the harsh tone of the ninja, "If your "best" can't beat a Goth girl and a technogeek, the whole lot of them will get themselves killed trying to take on the Great Beast!" Deadly Nightshade zinged. She turned to Casper's governess, "What now, Pauly?" The ghost-hunting ninja asked.
Paulina didn't answer. She was too busy fuming at the two freaks who just ruined her tournament. Now how was she supposed to decide who was worthy enough to go and bring her her prince!? Then, Deadly Nightshade's words registered in her brain. It was true, if these trained jocks failed to beat two untrained losers, they would all fail her in delivering her future husband to her as well. She observed the Goth girl and Foley, who were currently basking triumphantly in the crowd's applause. But, if she sent these two-
"Dash," Paulina said suddenly, "Call in the rest of the jocks."
The Captain of the Jocks flashed her another malicious smile, ignorant of Deadly Nightshade's poisonous, green-eyed glare, grabbing a walkie-talkie from his odd, full-metal belt.
"All jocks to the Casper Fields!" The blonde barked into the speaker.
Before Sam and Tucker knew it, a legion of jocks stormed into the stadium and encircled the two, ecto-guns blazing. All those gathered in the stands above gasped, falling silent soon after.
"May I, Paulina?" Dash asked eagerly, more than ready to teach these two a lesson for humiliating his friends in front of all of Casper.
Deadly Nightshade looked astonished for a second before moving to grab the blonde by the back of his letterman, glaring all the while.
Judge Ishiyama started up from her seat while Kwan looked flabbergasted.
"Don't you dare do that, you-"
"Don't get your tie in a twist, Ishiyama," Paulina said rather rudely to Casper's Head Judge, placing her hands on her wasp-curved hips with a nasty scowl marring her otherwise pretty face.
"We are not on sole name basis, Miss Sanchez," Ishiyama stated, narrowing her already sharp almond eyes at the governess' disrespect.
"Whatever," Paulina said, rolling her eyes and turning back to Dash.
Deadly Nightshade glared at the young governess before flashing Judge Ishiyama an apologetic look.
Ishiyama just shook her head, sitting back down, but not before giving her son Kwan a disapproving look, the latter developing a sudden interest in the Yule marble and bluestone railing of the luxury box.
"No, Dash," Paulina answered, much to the confusion of the blonde. "I have a much better idea." The Latina explained, getting up from her own seat. "Citizens of Casper, I present to you, our champions!" Paulina announced to the stadium.
All those gathered in the stands roared their applause.
Sam, Tucker and the jocks, however, looked around in confusion.
"Champions?" Both Tucker and Sam said in disbelief. They, along with the jocks, looked up at the box high above them.
"Congratulations, you two," Paulina started with a sweet smile of blinding white. "You have the honor of carrying out a great and noble task."
"'Task'?" Sam repeated incredulously. This toffee-nosed little princess just sicced her muscle boy lackeys on her and Tucker, and now she was telling them to do something for her?!
The. Nerve.
"I already have a task: a task of getting my woods back!" Sam retorted.
"Your woods?" Paulina scoffed, quirking an eyebrow at the Goth. What was she talking about?
"Yeah, my woods! That you dumped a bunch of ghosts in!" Sam snapped, not caring to be cordial. This governess didn't deserve it.
Paulina narrowed her eyes at the Goth girl. How dare that freak in black talk to her like that! She was the Governess of Casper! She could have her put to death for showing her such disrespect! Well, maybe not that. The death sentence required the approval of the Head Judge, and that stuffy old Ishiyama didn't look like she'd cooperate with her anytime soon. Still, she could have that Goth witch locked up in the Detention Center for the rest of her-
"Miss Sanchez," Paulina turned to Judge Ishiyama and barely managed not to flinch at the withering glare Casper's Head Judge was giving her. "Is this true?" Ishiyama asked in a steely, edged tone. She wasn't happy to find that Casper's new governor had done something like this without her consent… again.
Deadly Nightshade scoffed. "I was wondering why that special section of Casper's Detention Center was so empty," the ghost-hunting ninja said in a wry yet unamused voice. She turned to Judge Ishiyama, "I wouldn't be surprised if this is just the beginning of complaints we'll get from the people Paulina probably dumped a bunch of ghosts on." Deadly Nightshade looked at Paulina, who was now death-glaring at her, "What now, Paul?" The ninja asked, smirking behind her scarf.
Paulina managed to control her reaction at being called 'Paul'. Instead, she looked back down at the Goth and Foley.
"Indeed," The Latina started with a straight face. "How about a deal then, Goth? You and Foley do this task for me and I'll relocate those ghosts, hmm?"
Sam scanned the ocean of jocks surrounding her and Tucker. Eight? With the element of surprise and some skill, she and Tucker could take them. Probably five dozen? Sam was quite certain they'd blast her and Tucker if they saw a flicker of green in her eyes, and Sam didn't relish the idea of being blasted by sixty ecto-guns. Those weapons may have been designed to harm ghosts, but the amount of ecto-energy being fired from sixty different ecto-guns all at once had to be very painful. As much as Sam didn't want to be the stooge of this puddle princess of a governor, she had to do what was best for the health and safety of both her and Tucker.
So looking up above her at Lady Paulina of Casper, the Goth girl asked, "What kind of task?"
The Governor of Casper grinned down at her smugly.
"Your task is to bring Prince Daniel to me from the derelict great-house of rotting rift-hewn oak and maple and decaying cedar not very far from here, as my bridegroom." Paulina explained.
Her, Sam, Tucker, Dash, Kwan, and Deadly Nightshade were in one of the many drawing rooms of the Governor's manor, which, like many of other rooms in the estate, all that remained to prove that the place had once been owned by the retired Lord Ernesto Montez, was only a few bits of Federal and American Renaissance revival furniture, the wallpaper and flooring, which was a faded forest verdant with stripes of lighter verdant and a varnished oak planking. Paulina lounged on a hot pink cabriole, while Kwan and Dash sat cross-armed on creamy white and rosy pink mid-century modern, staring daggers at Tucker, who was perched cross legged on an ink blue bean bag, fiddling with his PDA. Deadly Nightshade (who was now out of her ninja suit and in a Caribbean green camp shirt, black flare jeans with a military belt, and cinnamon-colored Beatle boots) was settled in a comfy fuchsia camelback. Seeing her out of her costume helped Sam and Tucker to realize that the ghost-hunting ninja of Casper was also wearing silvery charcoal eye-shadow to accentuate her virulent green eyes. Currently, she was tucking into a squircle platter of chicken fingers and mozzarella sticks with multiple different dipping sauces and a cracked open can of cola resting on the room's large coffee table of gilded fine oak. As there wasn't a couch or chair that wasn't obnoxiously brightly colored or taken, Sam was standing, her arms crossed as she studied Paulina, taking in the governess' words.
"So you want me and Tucker to fetch you a prince from an abandoned mansion and bring him here so you can marry him?" Sam summed up.
"In layman's terms, yes." Paulina confirmed, earning her a glare from Sam, which she ignored.
"And why exactly do you wanna marry a guy you probably know next to nothing about?" Sam questioned.
Paulina shot the Goth a scowl, which had no effect on her, "That is none of your business." The governess hissed.
"If you say so." Sam deadpanned, rolling her eyes.
"But the task will not be easy," Paulina continued, "Prince Daniel is guarded by a great beast with fur of glowing green. I suspect that this "great beast" is really a hideous ghost-"
"You suspected it was a ghost?" Deadly Nightshade said incredulously, "I was the one who told you that!" The ghost-hunting ninja glared at Paulina from a handful of honey mustard dipped chicken fingers.
Paulina glared back at Deadly Nightshade.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, this "great beast" is probably just a hideous ghost, so you will be provided with ghost-hunting weaponry from our armory to help you combat this spectral abomination." Paulina finished.
"Alright," Sam said.
"And to ensure that you don't fail," Paulina pointed to Deadly Nightshade, "My cousin Jayde will go with you" she finished.
"But I just got back!" Deadly Nightshade, aka Jayde, protested, a single, four cheese dipped mozzarella stick just inches away from her mouth.
Paulina narrowed her eyes at her cousin before saying in a clear and definite 'No buts, no excuses tone', "My cousin, Jayde, will go with you."
Jayde gaped at her cousin before shooting Sam and Tucker dirty looks, begrudgingly getting up from her seat and storming off, her half empty soda can and platter in hand, muttering foul things that would've gotten soap shoved down her throat back where Sam was from.
"Dash, Kwan," Paulina said, turning to the two jocks. She pointed to Sam and Tucker. "Take these two to the armory."
About thirty minutes later (most of which consisted of Tucker emptying his randoseru of "excess" ecto-weapons), Tucker and Sam were ready to go.
Sam had on one of the jocks' full-metal belts, a Whitney Wolverine-style ecto-gun in the belt's metallic black holster along with a sheathed smatchet with a radiant, whitish blue blade. And on her back was her knapbasket.
Tucker still had his randoseru on his back, along with a Winchester Liberator-style ecto-gun and a metallic silver targe with lime green and darker metallic silver details. In a black metallic holster of his own of the jocks' full-metal belts, was a Beretta U22 Neos-style ecto-gun.
Exiting the armory, the two saw Jayde and Dash outside, the former in her Deadly Nightshade ninja suit and talking to the latter, four small burlap sacks in her hand.
"So I better not hear from Kwan and Star that you've been eyeing up Paulina while I was away, OK? Don't forget it, Dash," Jayde said sweetly, tenderly caressing the blonde's cheek before roughly grabbing the front of his muscle shirt and yanking him down to her eye level. "Or I'll see to it personally that you regret it!" Jayde growled in the face of the Captain of the Jocks. "Get it?"
"Got it," Dash replied meekly, gulping under the Latina's gaze.
"Good." Jayde smiled.
It was then that the jock and the ninja finally noticed the Goth and the technogeek's presence, the formers' eyes widening.
A very palpable silence filled the air.
"How long have you two been standing there?" Jayde asked quietly.
"YOU'RE DATING?!" Tucker blurted out.
The ghost-hunting ninja of Casper, while well-known, was shrouded in mystery. She was a hot topic among the gossip circles. Some believed that Paulina had hired her to deal with the rising ghost issue. Few believed that Deadly Nightshade was a supernatural being in her own right.
There was even a theory that Paulina had paid for someone to clone her, but with different characteristics to distinguish them, hence the green eyes and the dark brown hair. (Tucker didn't really believe that one; Paulina despised any supposed "posers''). But the ghost-hunting ninja of Casper dating the Captain of the Jocks?! Tucker had not seen that coming!
Jayde and Dash glared daggers at the technogeek, red-faced. The Captain of the Jocks turned to Jayde.
"Please feed him to the Great Beast for me."
Tucker turned ghost-white at this.
"I don't make promises involving murder, Dash," Jayde said, "You know that."
Tucker let out a sigh of relief.
"Besides," Jayde continued, "You've got more important things to worry about than a geek knowing about our relationship. Like, oh I don't know, checking on your "best" who were beaten by a Goth and a technogeek?" The ghost-hunting ninja snickered.
The blonde glared at the Latina before walking off, but not before shooting the Goth and the geek a poison-laced glare.
"C'mon, you two," Jayde barked. "The faster we get to the Manor, the faster we get to leave!"
"But we've been walking for hours and I'm tired!" Tucker whined as he, Sam and Jayde trudged through a heavily wooded meadow, the sun dipping off into the distance just ahead of them.
The cousin of Paulina didn't even look at him, "Less complaining, more walking!" She snapped.
Sam and Tucker scowled at Jayde's back before glancing at each other.
Who would've thought that Deadly Nightshade, the illustrious ghost-hunting ninja of Casper, was such a grouch?!
But, Jayde had a point: the more ground they trekked before dark, the faster they got to this run-down mansion. And the faster they got to the mansion, the faster they could deliver this 'Prince Daniel' to Paulina, and the faster Sam could have her woods (and her privacy) back.
Still, Sam felt sorry for the Prince. He had probably spent years in that place, and now he was going to be married off to Paulina, a person who Sam now knew was just like the girls back where she was from. A doll who judged people based on appearances, and would no doubt henpeck the poor boy until the end of time.
A fate worse than death in Sam's opinion.
That poor, poor Prince.
Sorry about the wait.
Fight scenes can be painful to write sometimes.
I was originally just going to have Paulina order the jocks to kick out Sam and Tucker, but then I realized that Tucker broke two of her laws, so he's basically a criminal, and since Sam helped him escape from Dash and the jocks, she's technically a criminal too. So I decided it was more appropriate for Paulina to order the jocks to arrest our Goth and technogeek.
We meet Prince Daniel in the next chapter! How will Sam, Tucker and Jayde handle the Great Beast?
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Notes
* Not an OC (See Unnamed male janitor with gray hair)
** Yes, I made Principal Ishiyama Kwan's mom. Sue me.
Next Time on The Goth Girl and The Ghost Prince:
The Manor, The Beast, and The Prince