Amity Park L.I.V.E.
Chapter 4
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"Advice? For surviving Amity Park?" the freshman boy chewing his lunch asked. In the background students watched curiously but didn't interfere. "Don't piss off a ghost."
"I'd get rid of your phones if I were you," a blonde said, throwing a football before staring at the camera. "Or get the Fenton's or Foley to put their anti-ghost software on it. We've got a ghost that can control technology."
Now a black man was rubbing his chin on the screen. "I mean, for outsiders? Learn ghost drills fast and don't talk about B.O.X.E.S. It summons him. Actually, just get rid of anything vaguely square shaped."
A voice from behind the camera asked who 'him' was and the man shuddered.
With a wave of her hand, a gothic looking teenager appeared, shrugging. "Stay out of the way, don't touch objects that glow, and if you see a pretentious asshole with a white cape and horns just run."
"Okay, so you know fire drills, right?" a younger looking adult explained to the camera. "Ghost drills are like those except you run, cover your head, and try not to scream."
The scene switched to a group of kids sitting on the steps of a high school.
"The Fentons in one word?" a kid hummed, his friends laughing in the background. "Crazy."
"Eccentric," another added.
"Bat-shit insane."
"But they keep the town safe," the first kid finished. "They know their ghost stuff, and their inventions aren't half bad."
"When they can aim," a girl snickered, and the group dissolved into laughter.
The scene changed to a redhead pulling books out of his locker.
"The Fentons are geniuses, especially the older child, Jasmine," he said, smiling. "Danny's got this thing with ghosts where he just knows how they work, and their parents are a bit much, but I admire them."
"We had ghost sightings before the Fentons," an older man said. He sat outside a popular restaurant and was watching the teenagers hanging out after school. "Of course, at the time no one believed the victims. Even when the Fentons moved here, guns blazing, it was hard to believe."
The old man smiled. "We all laughed. Funny how only outsiders laugh now."
Fade to black.
"Amity Park, hotspot for the supernatural or hoax for government funding and a festering tourist trap?" a deep voice announced.
Clips of news anchors overlapped each other.
"A small town in Illinois claims it"–
"In a surprising turn of events, the government comments that"–
–"disappeared for several days only to reappear"–
–"still no evidence of"–
An old, bald man in a suit faces a woman in a pink dress sitting in the sofa across the studio. The music builds.
"Do I think we can take this town seriously? No, Janet, I don't. And I don't know what their play is but whatever they want – a reaction, money, fame– they're not going to get it, not from me at least. If we continue to entertain the ridiculous notion of ghosts and disappearing cities, sooner or later this town will succeed in whatever unsavory plan they have to create mass panic, steal our money, and control our country."
"You feel they are a threat to us?" the woman in the pink dress clarifies.
"They're something, that's all I'm saying. They're a close-knit, recluse town who returns tourists with unbelievable stories and posts doctored photos on the internet for likes. They're up to something, and it's dangerous."
The scene cuts to a young teenager balancing cheerios on his nose.
"Sixteen," he says, face stiff and arms straight out to keep balance.
The redhead sitting next to him hums. "I once did seventeen."
"Bullshit."
The girl watches, amused, as the curse almost causes cheerios to tumble off the boy's noise. He catches himself just in time.
"This is why I have all the talent in the family," she claims, turning another page in her book.
"Shut up," the boy hisses through his teeth, reaching up to add another cheerio. Just as he places the seventeenth one on the tower, a large man wearing an orange suit bursts into the room with a scream.
"GHOST," he cries, aiming a large weapon at the kitchen table. He blinks down at the cheerios covering the floor. "Oh, hey Danny, Jazzy-pants. What's on the floor? "
"Just my dwindling self-esteem," the boy says.
"All sixteen pieces of it," the girl comments.
Scene cuts to opening.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.
James decided it was best that he and two of his more patient cameramen were to follow the Fenton parents. He regretted the decision shortly after.
Day four of recording the Fentons and he was wondering how he was going to survive months of this. At least he wasn't responsible for editing all this together by the end of the week. That was Mac's job.
(Mac hated his job).
The women and two men he had following the Fenton children seemed to be having an easier time. All the kids ever did was go to school, the arcade, hang out at some sort of "Nasty Burger" and have sleepovers. The parents, on the other hand, did nothing but tinker with gadgets that should be impossible and combine their physics-defying inventions with the incredulous claim of ghosts.
At least he was getting good footage. His boss was ecstatic.
"He shared a promo already?" James hissed into the phone, trying to keep his voice low. He weaved past the two cameras recording Mr. and Mrs. Fenton working on a 'Boo-merang.'
"Sorry, kid," James' old friend from marketing said. "The boss loves this family. He's got a lot of interested parties. No one knows what Amity Park is like and you guys get an inside look? People are going nuts."
James moaned, rubbing his chin. He needed to shave.
"Seen any ghosts yet?"
"I hate you."
The man on the other end of the line laughed.
"I'll keep you updated on any changes, but we're definitely putting out a segment this Monday so make sure Mac has that ready for us."
James eyed Mac who was sitting behind his laptop in the Fenton's family room, desperately downloading and rendering clips of footage with a panicked look on his face.
"Yeah, I'll be sure to tell him."
James hung up the phone and sighed. He'd tell Mac when he didn't look two seconds from breaking down.
He heard the stairs creak and saw Daniel Fenton and his sister Jasmine Fenton fully dressed for the day. The older sister was arguing with one of the three cameras following them.
Jasmine Fenton was an intelligent individual who was very set in her ways, as far as James could tell. Danny Fenton fit the role of sarcastic teenager well enough that any other personality traits hid underneath his desperate need to comment on how much life sucked.
Personally, James thought their close relationship was what endeared people the most – or would endear audiences despite the weirdness of the family. Siblings were known to fight, but Jazz and Danny fit in each other's lives like puzzle pieces.
"–the new theory, of course, being that ghosts feed off the emotions of the living. It's not necessarily fear like folklore might tell you. I've been trying to get my parents to research the topic more, but they're still warming up to the belief that all ghosts are not ectoplasmic globs of spectral waist and false human emotions," Jazz explained.
Danny brushed past her to grab a granola bar and yogurt. Another thing James found odd was the fifteen – almost sixteen, Danny liked to remind them – year-old's diet. Most teenagers lived off candy and chips.
"I-I see," the women behind the camera said, completely lost.
"Don't bother," Danny said, grabbing his sister by the sleeve and tugging her to the kitchen table. He eyed his parents working in the family room. "What are they doing now?"
James answered, "Something called a Boo-merang."
"Okay, nope. Yep. Okay, why don't you come closer" Danny said, motioning to one of the men recording him. The guy looked startled but followed. "Little bit more. Nope, a little left. Yeah, perfect, stand right there."
The man was practically towering over the teenager with a very close look at his breakfast.
"If you zoom in you can see the little chocolate chips are ghost shaped," Danny said, as if that explained anything. Although James did hear his cameraman gasp. So, Amity Park had ghost shaped chocolate chips in their granola bars now. Interesting.
"Finished," Mr. Fenton shouted from the kitchen. James turned his back to the kids and watched the excited man show the camera their invention.
"What does it do?" one of the men asked.
"It's a ghost locating device," Mrs. Fenton explained, snatching it from her husband. "It's nothing new, but we still can't seem to fix this one bug."
"Bug?"
Jack snatched it back and raised it to the sky. "But we Fenton's never give up!" He quickly pulled his arm back – James panicked thinking about all the expensive technology in the room and holy shit he's really going for it – and launched the boomerang forward.
It swiveled through the living room in an angle that would be completely impossible of a normal boomerang and headed for the kitchen. It smacked straight into the back of the cameraman filming Danny's breakfast.
"Ah!" he cried, pitching forward. Danny, completely unfazed, caught him.
"What was that?" the women with the camera asked, clutching her equipment closer.
The Fenton parents ran past James into the kitchen and sighed.
"Another failure," Mrs. Fenton muttered, picking the boomerang off the floor.
"What just hit me?" the cameraman panicked, clutching his back with his free hand. "Oh my god. Was I shot?"
Mr. Fenton slapped the man on his back, right over the spot the machine hit. "Nothing to worry about, my friend! Just a location device meant to track ghosts. Of course, for now it only seems to track Danny."
Danny smiled when the cameraman blinked down at him.
"I am not a shield," the man said, aghast.
"Sorry, but I've been hit with that thing enough times to leave brain damage," Danny explained, munching on his granola bar.
Beside him, Jasmine nodded. "Just think of it this as training. In Amity park, you've always got to keep your eyes open. If you can make it through at least a week in this house, you just might survive this town."
James ignored the panicked, incredulous, and annoyed looks of his co-workers.
(James hated his job).
o.O.o.O.o.O.o
The camera showed footage of police offices eating lunch at a local restaurant.
"Prison?" a woman officer clarified. "Sure, we've got one. Haven't had use for it in years."
"Crime's basically nonexistent," another officer explained. "Humans fighting other humans? What a joke."
A voice behind the camera asked, "You haven't had a single crime in years?"
The group exchanged glances, thinking it over. One officer hummed, rubbing his head.
"Well there was that one guy abusing his kid a while back," he answered.
"Is he in jail?"
The man smiled. "The ghosts got to him first."
The scene changed to a bald, overweight man sitting behind what looks like a classroom desk. He was marking papers with a green pen.
"I'm not certain what you're asking me," the man said, not looking up from his work. "Amity Park has a lot of history. What do you want to know? I'm a teacher here at Casper High so I can tell you what typically happens here."
The cameraman answers affirmatively, asking him to explain whatever he wants to.
"We have attacks nearly twice a day, but they've been slowing down since the Fenton's started regulating the natural portals. One of our lockers is haunted by a student who died here in the 50s. The principal accidently hired a ghost for a school counselor who fed off the misery of the students."
The teacher looked up, thinking. "There was that one teen popstar everyone loved so much – Ember something – who was a big hit for a while. Too bad she was only using it as a cover to enslave the world."
There was a long pause until the teacher stared at the camera and asked, "Need anything else?"
The scene changed to a shot of the street in chaos.
"Did anybody call the Fentons yet?" a girl yelled over the panic of people running from absolutely nothing. The camera panned the street, taking in the citizens ducking for cover behind designated 'ghost shelter' areas and the few stragglers running over the street.
"Phantom's been scarce lately," another said, standing close to the cameraman. "Maybe the Red Huntress?"
"I don't think she can see this one," someone else yelled. Several people groaned something along the lines of "Why is it always this kid?"
Whoever was operating the camera was obviously very confused as he kept turning back and forth, filming across the street where a smoking flag lay on the ground.
"It's just a small fire," the voice behind the camera whispered, filming the girl hiding next to him.
The girl snorts. "That's his signature. Stay low, someone will take care of him."
The camera turned to face the street again where nothing but a lone flag lay smoking on the ground. The sound of a jet engine startled the man and the camera shook when it tilted upward to film a figure in red racing to the scene.
"Damn it," the figure yelled, stopped above the flag. "Any kids here? Someone point me, quick."
"LEFT," a small girl yelled from behind a shelter. "Above the sign!"
The figure in red fired up her gigantic gun and shot a pink ray at the sign of the restaurant to her left.
"Higher," another voice called out. "He's flying towards you."
The woman adjusted her aim, stepping on something on her hover-board that caused it to reverse. She fired.
"Straight above!"
"Almost, he's got the parrot!"
"Parrot behind!"
"He's below now!"
The camera desperately tried to follow the shots the women was firing, but everything ended up a blur until one of the pink lasers smoked and shattered in midair, as if hitting something. The woman grinned and fired twice more at the area where the smoke was coming from until it gathered on the ground.
She then pulled out a soup can and clicked a button on the side. "Ectoplasmic levels at three, ghost," she said, pointing downwards. "Bye-bye."
The soup can proceeded to shoot out a blue light that condensed around the area of the ground and sucked up a large ball of light. When the light ended, the woman capped the soup thermos and shook it. People cheered.
"Anyone seen Phantom?" the woman asked, clipping the thermos on her belt. At their negative answers she shook her head. "Damn, what the hell has he been doing, slacking off? Keep an eye out for him. Post if you see anything."
The cameraman filmed the woman flying off into the distance and then followed the citizens who crawled out of their hiding places to continue their day. Everyone went back to what they were doing before a child had screamed 'ghost'.
"Hey," the girl from earlier called, grabbing the camera's attention. She frowned when the camera was shoved in her face.
"#PhantomWatch," she said, waving her phone. "Keep an eye out. Phantom loves messing with outsiders so just post if you see him."
"Who is he?"
The girl laughed. "Just look for the glowing, spandex-wearing, white-haired teenager with a giant D on his chest. You can't miss him."
Scene fades to black.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o
A voice announces over videos of two teenagers and two adults, "A typical day in the Fenton household involves explosions–"
"GHOST!" BOOM.
"–inventions–"
"This one can translate a ghost's language into English." A pause, then a machine's voice says, "Fear me."
"–odd breakfast foods shaped like things they should not be shaped like–"
"–ran around town for a while until my parents caught up and fixed me. And that's why I hate toast, particularly Fenton toast with my Dad's face on it."
"–and sarcasm."
"Jazz has the worst love interests," Danny Fenton explained to the camera, dodging his sister's shove. "She fell in love with a ghost who tried to use her body to bring his dead girlfriend into the human world."
"Oh, like every girl you've dated hasn't tried to kill you," Jazz snapped.
The camera pans to a relatively normal looking brick house with a glowing sign on it, only to zoom out quickly to a large, otherworldly contraption on the roof.
"But in Amity Park, the town haunted by the supernatural, one can hardly expect normal citizens."
"I turned into a dragon once," a beautiful girl says to the camera, brushing hair out of her eyes. "Cursed amulet. I think I tried to eat someone."
A blonde jock shrugs at the camera. "I think all of us have been possessed at least once. I still have nightmares about it."
"One thing is for certain, there's more to this town than meets the eye. With its chosen isolation, no one's ever gotten a good look at the town or it's people."
The Fenton family stands outside their house, Jack Fenton with his arms around his family and the teenagers waving with amused grins. The drone zooms out until you see the top of the Fenton household with the city lights in the background.
"This is Amity Park L.I.V.E., an inside look at the United States' greatest mystery."
A deep laugh echoes as an animated bed-sheet ghost flies across the screen before cutting to black.
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Malik_Productions
Stream the first episode of Amity Park L.I.V.E., an inside look at the United States' most "Haunted City in America" on Netflix today at 9AM est. (attached link) Like (10k) Comment (891) (7:03AM)
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TooTween7 oh ym god they mentioned the box ghost
– REPLY Kay_K who?
– REPLY GhostGal the ghost guy in overalls on twitter. He's all over the tags.
GhostGal For anyone who wants it: here's all the Amity Park tags and social media from Amity citizens. Facebook, Insta, Twitter, Tumblr, and Snap. My personal favorites are:
totallycorrectDannyPhantomquotes (link)
Welcome to Amity Park (link)
DP official (link)
Amity Park Snaps (link)
The Spook Crew (link)
Narwalsarefalling (link)
Diddly-darn-ghost (link) ß this one's a bit weird and is mostly art of some kid named Phantom
A-Squad (link)
reallydumbdannyphantomAUs (link)
englishteacherDOOMED (link)
ICanHackY0urAssS0Fast_FryerTuck (link)
VegansWillPrevail (link)
WarOnGrass (link)
Channel4News_w/Thunder (link)
Hate to do this to ya'll but none of them make sense. hoping the show will give us some context
(link) (link) (link) (link) (link) (link) (link) (link) (link) (link) #PhantomWatch #allthingssquare #ontheSKULKagain #hotvampire #ghostwatch #backatitagainwiththeinsurance #JACKFENTON #CasperH-elloGhost #CodeBlack #CodeYellow #CodeRed #anyonedeadyet
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– REPLY Don'tTouchDon't_seven DON'T CLIK ON DIDDLY
– REPLY REPLY SamIAM why
– REPLY SamIAM oh my god I regret everything
JaneDoeDoes is no one going to talk about the floating pirate child?! Like (1.5K) Comment (2k)
– REPLY Kay_K What
– REPLY 33333_682 What
– REPLY Samantha-Gal428 Yeah, that was a bit excessive. How are they supposed to get people to believe this isn't ataged when they hook a kid covered in green paint up to suspension cables and make him and his parrot attack another lady on a fake flying piece of cardboard
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– REPLY MemeKing2013 I don't get how all of you are missin it? Look right at 10:34 before the lady in red with the hoverboard shows up
– REPLY REPLY Space_Case7 I'm? Looking?
– REPLY REPLY MemeKing2013 click the link
– REPLY REPLY Space_Case7 I DID
– REPLY TITAN1010 Fuck no. We are not living #thedress again Like (53) Comment (12)
– REPLY GameOnnn30 No, wait, guys, I think I figured it out. all the people who see the ghost are kids. Because the boy with his dad was the first to scream at 10:23 and when the red lady shows up she asks kids to point her in the right direction
– REPLY REPLY DAN2731 Well I'm 22 and I can see it so
– REPLY REPLY I'm Fifteen and there's nothing there. Am I surprised Amity Park put together this absolute nonsense for likes? No. Neither should any of you.
Samantha-Gal428 The Fentons are fucking hilarious tho. Can I marry Jazz? And I want Danny as a little brother with crazy ghost hunting parents-in-law Like (244) Comment (12)
REPLY TwentyRed_flight gay
– REPLY REPLY Samantha-Gal428 (gif 'nofuckingshit') Like (120) Comment (2)
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A/N: So, due to a lot of reasons, I was inactive for almost a year. In that time, all of my docs deleted. I'm working from scratch right now, guys, and it's depressing as hell. This was one of my favorite stories, however, so I want to update it. No idea when the others will be updated, but they're still not abandoned.
I am, however, writing more on AO3 and if you like BNHA I started a story for that one a couple months ago.
I'm trying to gauge interest on this story so please review if you'd still like to see updates of this one.