WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS?! I CAN'T WRITE ALL OF THESE AT ONCE SOMEONE HELP
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Everyone was excited.
Two months ago to the day, Amity Park's mayor signed a treaty with a ghost chosen to represent Earth's alternate, and very spooky, dimension. A picture of the mayor shaking hands with a green, one-eyed ghost flooded the papers for weeks afterwords, especially since no one had seen this ghost before. Interviews with resident ghost experts revealed little to no information at all; the Fentons had no idea who this ghost was; the GiW didn't seem to care after learning the entity's ectoplasmic power level was only two; and the Red Huntress, caught by a willy reporter directly after she sent the Box Ghost screeching, only shrugged and growled about how no ghost could be trusted, and this one was no different from the others. Many people tried to turn to Amity's more familiar undead visitors, but most ghosts seemed uncomfortable discussing the treaty and the ghost who signed it. The most anyone got was when a reporter called out a question to Phantom when the ghost boy captured skulker in his thermos device after the hunter started openly attacking reporters. The teenage ghost had paused, looking at Lance Thunder incredulously, before snorting.
"You mean one of the Observants? Yeah, they're annoying as hell."
"So you're saying this 'Observant' was not an accurate representative for your kind?" Lance questioned, desperately holding a microphone toward Phantom.
Phantom grunted again, floating lower. "Nah. They're the ones in charge, so they're kinda the only ones anyone could agree on. Annoying, but since they work with Clockwork, no one dares mess with 'em."
"And who is this mysterious Clockwork?" Lance pressed, eagerly shoving his microphone towards the ghost boy and frowning when Phantom quickly moved back.
"Ah, would you look at the time! I should g–" Quite suddenly Phantom clapped both hands to his head, scowling as a huff of pain escaped his jaws. "Oww! Cut it out! It was just a pun!"
"Are you...alright?" Lance asked nervously.
Still frowning, though with an amused glint in his eye, Phantom waved away the reporter's microphone, gingerly tussling the back of his head. "Yeah, 'm fine. Old fart just clonked me on the head is al– OUCH!"
He crashed to the pavement. Zooming back up, Phantom waved his hands erratically, shouting up to the empty sky.
"You knew I was going to say that! What's the point in whacking me anyway?!"
"Um..."
Noticing Lance was still there, Phantom let out an awkward chuckle, his hand returning to the back of his head. "Yeaaah...I'll just go now." And he phased into the ground.
Needless to say, the citizens of Amity were quite curious about this mysterious Clockwork who could hurt their hero without even being there. Seeing how familiar Phantom was with him helped ease their worries, though many people had not dismissed the almost playful tone their hero had taken with a being that seemed incredibly powerful, and from what they surmised, worked as a leader of the ghost zone itself. The ghost boy had more powerful friends than they previously thought.
A few days after the short interview with Phantom, the treaty's details were released to the newspapers. Everyone was shocked to read that ghosts would be frequenting their city, not as citizens—but as students. Apparently, this "Observant" thought it best to educate each worlds' young in the same environment. "We believe this arrangement will help promote future coexistence between humans and ghosts alike," the mayor stated to an army of reporters. "Every ghost young enough will attend our very own Casper High and participate in this learning experience. Likewise, I expect all students to respect one another, ghost and human alike. My counterpart will return next month with a compiled list of names for Amity's newest ghostly students. Until then, we can only prepare to accommodate our future friends."
That speech was exactly one month ago. A week had passed since the school year started, and now everyone in Casper was sitting on the edge of their seats. Even some teachers were twitching. It was only four minutes now...four minutes until the new students would arrive. Hundreds of eyes watched clock hands in each classroom slowly twitch by.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
The excitement was palpable; heads constantly darted to the doors, the windows, the celling; no one knew how the ghosts were going to make an entrance. For all anyone knew, it would end up one gigantic brawl between the ghosts from the zone and Amity's permanent undead resident. He was bound to be here.
Three minutes.
When the Observant ghost had returned, he came bearing a long list of names, many of which no one had heard of before. Among them were ghosts whose personas were well known in the city, while others were only known through word or deed. Still more were completely unknown. Once the newspapers got their hands on those names, there was a huge debate over the ghosts everyone knew, and the ghosts no one recognized. However, though the debate was fierce, newspapers were most enthusiastic about one name in particular, so much so the streets of Amity were filled with the shouts and whoops of those who attended Casper as students. Their age group was his biggest supporter, after all.
Two minutes.
No one had really noticed how young he was. He always seemed so strong, so immovable. When Pariah Dark appeared, their hero had fought him with courage unsurpassed by any proud figure in history. He was always putting himself before others, actively carrying out the common good. To think that Phantom would have been worrying more about homework and prom if he were alive was a concept mind-boggling to Amity's citizens. And now he would be.
Sixty seconds.
His name had been on the list. Halfway down, in slightly different handwriting than the others, had been the name Daniel Work Phantom. No one had thought of him as a high schooler. No one had even considered he had a middle name.
Thirty seconds.
Work? People wondered. What kind of name is that? It couldn't be found in official directories, so it wasn't a name from when he was alive.
Twenty seconds.
Phantom used to be alive...he died recently, didn't he? He was exactly high school age. He must have died right before attending. To think of their hero, dying so young, and yet protecting them despite his naivety, people couldn't help but respect him even more.
Ten seconds.
It was almost time. In just moments, Phantom would be in their school. What would he do? What would he be like? Would he need to borrow a pencil? Did any of the ghosts come prepared?
Five seconds now. All throughout the school, ghosts were entering the building, phasing into classrooms holding glowing binders and twirling pencils. Students and teachers alike held their breath, all wondering exactly the same thing. If he would come. If they shared a class with Danny Phantom.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick...
BRIIIIIING
Phantom was late.
-_- Like I said at the top...I have too many ideas and not enough time to keep up with them. What to do, what to do... *mild humming*
*humming turns into panicked wailing*
WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE