This story is, by and large, written Myself, DhampyrX2, Meinos Kaen and Kamen Rider Leonite. We do not own the rights to any part of the Scooby Doo franchise, although apparently Leonite has a box of Scooby Snax.

This part is pretty much by me as a little interlude until we hammer out the next chapter.

Amity Park, MN

"So he just ran off?"

Three teens sat in a corner booth of the local diner. Not exactly a secret meeting place, or even that great of a diner (It actually has Nasty in the name, for Pete's sake), but nobody paid attention to these three much anyway.

"It wasn't that he ran off, but he looked scared," Danny said, "really scared, like Box Ghost facing the Ghost King alone scared."

"Weird," Tucker, the techie of the group, sighed.

"Tucker's right," the ever gothic Sam agreed, "Skulker might not be the strongest ghost, but it would take someone really strong to scare him off without a fight. Who was the ghost-girl?"

"I don't know, she just showed up in the middle of the fight, said she was my biggest fan and Skulker bolted when she looked at him. She said her dad got mad at Skulker at the Christmas party. I got away when she got a phone call. She said her name was Fantasia."

"That's Phantasma, dreamboat." a cool voice whispered in his ear. Danny's head shot to the side to see...nothing.

"What is it, dude?"

"She's here," Danny gasped, how had she not set off his ghost-sense? "...Phanty?"

A high pitched giggle came from the air in the seat next to him, "Riiiiiiiight." the ghost teen fading into view , oddly nobody in the joint noticing, "So this is how Danny Phantom spends his off time? I would have never guessed, I mean I've heard rumors you were half ghost, but that didn't seem possible. Of course, silly me, in a wonderfully weird world like ours I should never, ever, ever, ever say something is impossible because that's kinda like begging, no, daring to be proven wrong, Right? Like I once told little Tanis she'd never prank me, and what do you know, I wake up the next day bandage tied to Elsa's shock table, and I still don't know how the little terror did it."

The three living (or mostly so) teens watched her little speel go on in wonder. If she was alive, she'd be dead from lack of oxygen.

"Excuse me," Sam interrupted, already on edge around any Danny fan, "Who are you again?"

"Oh, silly me, I'm Phantasma, but you can call me Phanty, and you must be friends of Danny's."

Danny rubbed the bridge of his nose, he could already tell this would be a headache.

Danny sighed as he and his friends, plus one, left the Nasty Burger, he wanted to talk with Phantasma without risking people overhearing them, and she seemed the type to be loud.

Fat lot of good it does when the first people they run into outside is the A-list group.

"Hey, Fen-turd, you guys add another loser to your group," Dash called, eying Phanty. He approached with a cocky grin, "Hey, why are you hanging with the losers when you could hang with the all-star quarterback?"

Phantasma looked right into his eyes, not blinking or saying a word, and just as it was getting weird for Dash, it got even worse than weird. Phanty's eyes began to roll upward, her iris disappearing, rolling and rolling until they came back up from the bottom, having done 360 degrees in each socket, and locking back with his.

"BOO!"

"AHHHHH!" Dash jumped back, knocking over a trash can and ending up covered in day old Nasty food.

Phanty laughed high and loud, echoed by almost everyone in the parking lot. Finally, she calmed down a little, looking at the trash covered jock, her face eerily serious with an equally eerie smile, her tone seemed to chill the air, "You couldn't handle me, little boy."

Dash shivered as Danny grabbed Phantasma by the wrist and pulling her away with Sam and Tucker, he had to find out who this girl was he was dealing with.

Back at the Nasty Burger, Kwan helped his friend up, only to recoil at a smell, "Dude, did you crap your pants?"

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Danny and company finally made it to Fenton Works (Thankfully, his parents weren't home yet).

"Okay," he said, looking at the ghost girl, "Who are you?

Phanty looked confused, "I told you, dreamboat, I'm Phantasma."

"No," Danny took a few breaths, "I'm sorry, but we have some questions we need you to answer."

Phanty grinned, throwing herself back and hovering above the couch, "Sure, Dreamboat, fire away."

"How come my ghost sense didn't detect you?"

Phanty blinked confusedly for a moment before realization dawned on her face, "Oh," she reached into her shirt and brought out a small pendant with a blue jewel, "I always forget I'm wearing this. Daddy got it for me before I went to Mardi-Gras last year. With all the Voodoo practitioners, shaman and other mages and witches in the area, he didn't want me getting caught and used for something bad. It keeps people from detecting me as a ghost."

"Your daddy?" Sam repeated, "Danny said you mentioned him before."

"Oh, yeah, that metal guy, he got a bit drunk at the last Christmas party and got a little fresh with me, which creeped me out and really made Daddy mad."

"Is that why Skulker ran off earlier?"

"Oh, yeah, I mean I like to think I'm strong, but Daddy sends most ghosts flying without a fight."

"Why?" Danny asked, "Is your dad that strong?

"Well, yeah, but there are other reason," Phanty trailed off, "See, daddy is...The Phantom."

Danny was silent for a moment, "The phantom?"

"No, you have to say it with that dark emphasis, The Phantom."

They were silent for a moment, before Tucker finally asked, "Okay, who's The Phantom?"

Phanty looked at Danny for a moment before gasping, "Oh, right, you're half human, you don't know Ghost Zone politics."

Danny's eyebrows flew up, "There's politics in the ghost zone? I thought it was just, sorta, everyone does their own thing."

"Oh, well, yeah, it hasn't been all that organized since Daddy and some others lock that Ghost King guy up, but that was way before I was born," she ignored the surprised looks of the others, "but there are rules ghosts have to follow, set by daddy, so they don't get in trouble with other races. See, daddy is the ghost representative of the Council."

"The Council?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, the Council of the Mystic and Supernatural, its real name is, like, 23 syllables long and in elfish, but everyone just calls it the Council. It has representatives for most supernatural races, Daddy for ghosts, Count Dracula for vampires, the mummy Imhotep representing the undead of Africa and Europe, and so on, every type has someone on the council, well, except, I think since Winnie's dad retired the werewolves are still trying to choose a new representative, and the Goblin King is also filling in until his daughter can take her mother's spot for the Faries."

"Goblins?" Tucker fainted.

"Vampires?" Sam's eyes shined

"Werewolves?" Danny wondered if that explained Wulf's origin.

Even having known Ghosts, he knew their world was about to be blown away…

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Sam "Don't Call Me Samantha" Manson lay in her bed scowling after what had been a rather bad day. First she had to rush back home before school because she'd forgot her math textbook in her room, and found her mom trying to set up pink drapes in Sam's room, PINK. The yelling that followed got Grandma Manson involved (Thankfully on Sam's side), and Sam ended up getting to school five minutes after the bell, not long enough to miss anything, but apparently long enough to get a lecture from Lancer to give her a lecture on the "Virtues of Punctuality", which she had to hear again much later when Danny was almost 20 minutes late to the last period class.

Then she finds out about a ghost Fangirl, great, the very idea send chills down the goth's spine, at least Paulina only went after Danny Phantom, but a ghost fan would probably know to go after Danny Fenton.

Now, in retrospect, Phantasma wasn't that bad. She was nice enough (And one of the few ghosts who didn't attack on sight), the trick she used on Dash was pretty funny, and she was oddly chipper, but her cackling could get a little grating, and Sam still didn't like a ghost girl being after Danny (For reasons she wouldn't admit, even to herself), but the worst thing was the information she had.

Actually, some of it had been helpful, some insight on the Ghost Zone government (In the absolute loosest meaning of the word) had been a little enlightening, and knowledge of the few absolutely enforced rules may be helpful in the future (Unfortunately, none of those prevented the Ghosts actions in the living world), it was something else that was a bit more crushing to Sam...

Her entire life, Sam had loved the mythos of the Vampire, and Dracula had always been a classic favorite, and the knowledge that he was real was like a dream come true, but then she found out Dracula had become a bimbo-chasing, car-racing stereotype of a middle aged man had been a dream-crushing blow to the image of the proud children of the night.

"Good scowl, but don't you humans get wrinkles from that?"

"GAH!" Sam fell out of bed, startled by the voice from nowhere. Jumping to her feet, she found Phanty hovering above her bed, sitting cross legged on air and holding a sign.

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"Good sound and execution, but you need to work on your landing and expression, and it should be more of a scream than a yelp. I just wasn't feeling the fear."

Sam's eye twitched, "What are you doing here Phanty?"

"Aside from scaring you out of your bed?" The ghost girl cackled a little, "I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

Suddenly, Phanty's expression was serious (or as serious as she can look still having a grin that looked ready to turn back on itself like something out of Dr. Seuss), "About Danny, of course. I, as Sibella would say, seek to court him, and right now the only real problem I see is you."

Sam tensed, that sort of statement usually was followed by a threat, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, come now, I've been around the two of you for less than a day and I can tell the two of you share something special, I don't really know how deep your feelings are, but I can tell-"

"We're just friends," Sam Inturrupted.

Phanty cackled, "Whatever you tell yourself, doll, but I see three ways this will end," The ghost girl drifted closer, making the living goth step back, "1. I seduce Danny and we get to gether, and maybe you find someone else," Phanty took a hammy overdramatic pose, "2. You and Danny get over yourselves and get together, leaving poor little me alone in the cold, orrrr-"

Somehow, impossibly, Phantasma's grin seemed to widen, chilling Sam's spine, "Or?" She gulped, really wishing she had a Fenton Thermos right now, or at least a Spector Deflector.

Phanty didn't say a thing as she closed in on Sam, and Sam backed up until she was against a wall, Phantasma's face an inch from her own.

Phantasma Giggled, "Or #3, we share him!"

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Sam stared, wide eyed, "What?"

"Cobwebs in your ears?" Phantasma giggled, "I said we share him."

Sam blinked a couple times, and then shook her head, right before calmly...

"WHAT!"

...Okay, maybe not calmly.

"Oh, come on, you can be a little open minded, can't you?" Phanty asked, tilting her head, "I mean, I'm a ghost, you're a living human, and Danny's half of each, so it kinda makes sense for him to have one of each, Right?"

"Wrong! He's not some book or toy, he's a living person" She saw Phanta raise an eyebrow, "Okay, sorta a living person, but he's still a person, and so am I, and-"

"And what?" Phanty asked, "What's the big deal, in some ways it would kinda help. I mean, seriously, Phantom, Fenton, I'm kinda surprised nobody figured it out yet. This way, you can have a relationship with Danny, so can I, people see me with Phantom and you with Fenton, making it a little less likely for people to connect them, and me and you can get to know each other and determine our relationship later."

"O-Our relationship?" Sam asked, red faced.

"Well, yeah, why should Danny have all the fun of dating two people? Haven't you ever felt some curiosity?"

"NO!" Sam exclaimed.

"Ah, well, I guess it's kinda a difference of upbringing, I spent most of my early-death in an all girls school, so I had some thoughts..." She shook her head, "Anyway, we don't have to, I guess, and that's still only option 3. If we have to take one of the first two, then," Phanty stood-er-floated in a 'Gallant' pose, "Then we shall be respected rivals as we chase that most coveted treasure of love." Then she bent nose-to-nose to give the surprised goth an Eskimo kiss, "But think about that third one," She then erupted into a high pitched cackle, flying through Sam and the wall, leaving Sam alone.

Sam turned to the wall Phanty had just left through, staring for a moment.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

"SAMANTHA MANSON, YOU WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!" she heard her mother call from downstairs.