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Mattress Factory, Amity Park. 10:20 am

“So, that’s why he was so eerily calm.” Senketsu realized, this coming after Ryūko told him about her chit-chat with the ghost boy on the balcony.

“Yup, and I ain’t gonna let the tuxedo pieces of shit kill his parents.” She added, apprehending the situation ahead, following the instruction given by Tucker’s PDA to reach the mattress factory of Amity Park through the air. “I don’t want him to go through the same shit as me when the loli bitch killed my dad.”

Despite its fractured screen, the PDA pinged her, revealing that she reached the docks. Ryūko dived towards her destination and landed on the ground. After she reverted to her default synchronized form, Ryūko pulled a string out of Senketsu and attached the PDA to it, akin to a waist pocket. Senketsu then gave her the scissor blades, which she reverted to their full size.

“You know, I was expecting you to ram through the Guys in White until you found your way, as you’ve always done.” Senketsu realized, clearly used to her louder and more direct approach.

“If it wasn’t for the tuxedo pimp daddy with his fancy ghost life fibers, I would have done that by-”

She cut herself off abruptly, and her gear-shaped eyes widened as a chill ran down her spine. Senketsu sensed the shift in her body, the sudden tension in her veins, and turned to scan their surroundings. What they saw made his fibers shudder colder than he had ever felt before. Both laid their eyes upon dozens of naked Operatives, all knocked out and bleeding profusely on the ground in a battlefield of ice and necrotic ooze. Some of them even had their purified banshi clearly exposed, each of which were pulled out like magnets onto Senketsu’s fibers. 

“... Holy shit.” She noted, impressed that the halfa’s anger could equal hers, as evident by her walking down the alley of beaten Operatives. “And I thought I was scary with my anger issues.”

“Guess we won’t have to go ghost on that one.” Senketsu nervously remarked with a pun to raise the mood, seeing their path riddled with neutralized GIW Operatives.

“But this ain’t lookin’ good.” She concluded, her blood becoming more tense to the kamui’s tastebuds. “We gotta save ‘em before the tuxedo pimp daddy makes the space boy go apeshit on the looney-”

BOOM!

A massive, mint-green shockwave burst from an equally sized warehouse in the distance, its billowing energy puncturing the factory’s walls. The sign overhead read “Amity Park Mattress Factory.” alarming Ryūko and Senketsu of where the execution site was.

“Piss off, you undead freak! You don’t care about th-Urraaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!” An Operative hissed at his phantom aggressor before he was cut off by a sharp necrotic strangulation, making him go through a painful experience until the God Robe exploded and knocked him down with enough blood loss and shock.

One by one, all the Operatives stationed in the halls were dragged to the darkest corners of the factory’s corridors, screaming for their lives as Danny took them away for an excruciating interrogation. Out of all of them, only one remained, and that operative, seeing the bloody end to the others, decided to escape the mattress factory to warn his colleagues. He saw everything and knew that even with his Ecto-fibers God Robe, he couldn’t fight him.

“Foxtrot to Beta! We need backup now! I repeat, we need backup!” The GIW agent frantically cried out to his superiors through his communication devices.

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“Goddammit…” He hissed, gritting at the ghost noise assaulting his ears. “We lost communications with the motherboard.”

“Where…are… my parents?”

“... What?” The Operative asked, trying to keep his fear in check.

“I said… WHERE ARE MY FUCKING PARENTS?!”

The walls were freezing on their own, sculpting visages of enraged specters through the ice, their ethereal eyes locking onto the escaping Operative. The fellow’s heart zoomed upwards in tempo at this display of paranormal activity, forcing him to look down to keep his sanity intact, whatever was left of it.

“WHERE ARE THEY?!”

“Leave me ALONE!” The GIW agent protested, getting more and more anxious with each passing second listening to the halfa’s voice.

The ice began to rise from the walls, forming razor-sharp stalactites and stalagmites, each ready to pin the Operative in their subzero grasps. Each one was becoming sharper than before and some scraped the sole secret agent standing, leaving small stains of blood on the ground.

“Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!” The Operative begged, ripping his walkie-talkie device out of his ears from the phantom pain induced by the unbearable ghost noise.

Throughout his run, the Operative sprinted around corridors, rooms, and even the stairs to avoid Danny. He tried any path to get out, but the halfa wouldn’t let him get away. The agent even thought about jumping through the windows.

But nooooo!

Danny made sure that every window he passed changed into vertical icy bear traps, all of them primed to clamp any Guys in White who was bold enough to bust through them. The Operative’s frantic escape finally led him to the largest room on the first floor—an industrial-looking chamber dominated by a massive, boiler-like machine with the sticker “Nasty Sauce” plastered on it, and it was being heated by dozens of blowtorches.

“No… That’s not the exit.” The Operative stammered once he realized where he was.

He tried to backtrack away from the room, only to bump into the coldest human being. And before he could turn back, the Gob Robe’s collar was furiously taken by the halfa who pinned him to the ground. With enough power, Danny sent an incredible amount of his new ghost ice power to rip the Ecto-Fiber uniform to shreds. The agent howled in agony, his screams of fear and pain filling the air—until Danny Fenton launched him out of the mattress factory with an earth-shaking concussive blast.

“DANNY!” Jazz screamed at her brother from the top of her lungs, making him snap out of his spectral rampage with his eyes reverting to blue. 

His gaze darted toward the machine—toward the people bound above the boiling tank. Strapped to the boiler with thick industrial ropes, Jack, Maddie, Sam’s parents, Tucker’s parents, and Mr. Lancer struggled against their bonds, unable to move.

“This all your fault, Mr. Fenton!” Sam’s father spat at Jack, giving him the stink eye. “None of this would have happened if you two didn’t create that portal!”

“Hey! Don’t you dare insult my husband!” Maddie protested, defending Jack’s good hearted inventions. “If you want to blame someone, blame the Ghost Investigation Ward!”

“Yes! What she said.” Angela Foley joined along the Fentons.

00:10

“HURRY! IT’S ABOUT TO POUR THE SAUCE!” Jazz yelled, gritting her teeth at the digital countdown above the boiler reaching ten seconds.

Without thinking, Danny began to run as fast as he could.

00:09

The strange boiler began to open its contents into a cylindrical trapdoor, which let out a billowing display of steam, making the prisoners scream for their lives.

00:08

He had to make it. He knew exactly what was going to happen if he failed.

00:07

Clockwork didn’t give him a second chance just to waste it because of ghost hunters curated by the US government destroying everything he had built.

00:06

Even with all his strength, every ounce of speed, he couldn’t do it as Fenton. He wouldn’t reach them before the sauce reached the boiler’s insides.

00:05

Unless he made the ultimate choice—sacrificing the one thing he had kept hidden for so long. The secret behind his deepest fears.

00:04

“I’M GOING GHOOOOOOOOST!”

00:03

With a timed jump, Danny transformed into his ghost form and flew at Mach speed, revealing his deepest taboo to those trapped.

00:02

With a ghost laser, he cut the rope holding the hostages from the death machine.

00:01

Once close to them, Danny pulled all the prisoners to him, making sure they all touched him before the overheated Nasty Burger sauce was finally poured inside the boiler.

00:00

BOOM!

“HOLY SHIT?!” Ryūko shouted, forced into planting the Rending Scissors into the docks’ ground, and shifted into her Seijin form, letting the spikes dig themselves deep into the concrete at the sight of the incoming explosion.

“Hold on tight!” The kamui yelled, shooting all the spiked ends of her short skirt as additional support to avoid getting flung by the blast.

The entirety of the mattress factory exploded in a nuclear-like explosion, killing off every GIW operative in the vicinity. The Nasty explosion struck everything that enveloped it, with all the force of a typhoon, including Ryūko herself, who was getting pushed more and more by the shockwave. Despite her anchored position, the shockwave pushed against her, its scorching heat licking at her skin, searing her alive. Yet, her Life Fibers' regeneration outpaced the flames, barely keeping her intact against one of the nastiest explosions the world had ever seen.

For a moment, Ryūko really thought she was going to die. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the explosion faded, leaving nothing but charred remains. Ryūko barely had time to process her survival—because something far worse weighed on her mind.

“… Fuck.” She stuttered at the collateral damages, overwhelmed by despair and guilt.

She bolted to the source of the blast, her heart hammering, refusing to let her emotions consume her. She really thought they failed to save everyone there, as evidenced by the sheer height of her jumps. It reminded her too much of when she found out about the murder of her dad, lying on the floor, and the explosion that happened after she pursued his murderer.

However, her fears faded away when she finally saw a group of people at the center. It was a familiar halfa facing eight people, all miraculously alive and unharmed from the explosion.

“… He did it.” Ryūko whispered, her blood temperature dropping to signal the end of her worries once she recognized everybody safe and sound, wiping off the few tears that came out.

“No… We did it.” Senketsu corrected, emphasizing the teamwork of the Ghostketsu Crew—the effort that made this moment possible.

Ryūko considered running to Danny, but she could tell something big was happening because Jazz noticed her and told her through sign language from afar to let him come out.

“Danny… ” Maddie asked her son in his ghost form, gently holding his hands. “Why you didn’t tell us about it.”

“I… I didn’t know how to put it, Mom…” He hiccuped, drifting his green gaze away in shame from hiding this to his parents. “I wanted to tell you about my powers… The Portal… Everything… but I was afraid… Afraid I won’t be your son anymore…”

“Is it because of all those threats we’ve been doing to ghosts? About the many times we’ve been ripping them molecule by molecule since College?” Jack wondered, to which Danny confirmed with a slow, silent nod.

“You think that… the moment you would have told us about it, we would have given you the same treatment as any other ghosts?” Maddie added, trying to understand why Danny lied to them all this time.

“That’s… the gist of it.” He revealed, expecting them to scold him or worse.

“Why would we do that to you?” Jack revealed with a genuine smile, putting his hand on the half-ghost’s shoulder. “Just because you’re a half-ghost doesn’t mean we won’t stop loving you, Danno.”

“... Really?” Danny gasped, shocked by the outcome.

“Want me to give you an example? V-man!” Jack revealed his knowledge of Vlad being half-ghost, his face shifted from pride to guilt, looking away for a few seconds before coming back to Danny with an awkward smile. “ Sure … it’s definitely my fault for activating the Proto-ghost portal back in College and giving him Ecto-acne… but I still love him nonetheless! Whether I see him, I always make sure that even with this, he always feels like he’s still part of our big Fenton family!”

“But I lied to you. Over and over for a really long time. If I were you guys, I'd be furious.” Danny told his parents, feeling a sense of déjà vu by saying those exact same words .

“Yes, you did lie to us, young man, but… we never gave you a reason to.” Maddie revealed, feeling guilty for hurting her son. “We tried to learn from Vlad by making the new one safer… but we still failed. Failed at protecting you from the same dangers.”

“You may be a boy, ghost or something in between but deep down, you are a Fenton first and foremost.” Jack proudly told him, touching his son’s chest where his heart was. “You are still part of the most gifted and beloved family of ghost hunters in the whole country… No. Even better. In the whole planet!”

It felt unreal, but… they accepted him for who he was. It happened three times now and he always dreaded this moment. But now, he felt something changed this time, and he won’t let this one pass.

Three times’ the charm.

“... Thanks.” Danny cried, hugging his parents for accepting him.

“If I knew you’ve been doing all of this for us, I wouldn’t send you to detention. I would have given you private lessons instead.” Mr. Lancer said to Danny, scratching his head out of guilt for punishing the one kid who took it upon himself to save his town from ghost attacks. “I always knew you were gifted like your sister, but I wanted to know why you’ve been sleeping in classes, why you struggled with homework, and especially why you were always there after a ghost attack.”

After Danny left his parents’ embrace, the halfa paid attention to the English Teacher walking up to him. Lancer almost looked back in shame at Danny for all those times he scolded the boy for what he believed was truancy.

“All this time, you were trying to balance your everyday life with saving this town from all those ghosts, sacrificing both your physical and mental health so that we can still go through our ordinary lives in peace.” He comforted the halfa with a warm smile. “Thank you for everything, Mr. Fenton.”

“I… Ugh… Thank you, Mr. Lancer.” Danny said, scratching his head.

“Wait, I don’t remember there will be a storm today.” Tucker’s father suddenly noted a blueish black cloud above them.

“Not the rain!” Sam’s mother protested. “It’s already a miracle my dress wasn’t stained by those agents!”

What the Foley and Manson noticed wasn’t a storm per se. It was a cloud of Ecto-fibers, ready to slaughter them all while everybody was too busy in their “wholesome family bonding”. The smog faded out as it got closed, revealing General Alpha with his spinning cross blades, cracking with thousands of blue bolts.

Before it could hit, the GIW director was flung sideways by a scorching, crescent crimson attack, pushing him away from the group and into one of the ruins of the mattress factory. The sound provoked by the attack and the sudden concussive blast that flipped the ruins again interrupted the wholesome scene, prompting Danny to look at the scene.

“You couldn’t stay where you are.” Alpha grumbled, hearing stiletto heels coming closer to him as he steadily stood up. “You had to intervene in something you’re not even related to… ”

“If you wanna fight us, wait ‘till he’s done comin’ out.” Ryūko instructed, pointing the tip of her half-moon handles scissor blade at Alpha to keep him at bay.

“ Coming out? Bah ha ha!” Alpha laughed, staggering his way up to regain his balance. “Spawns of the Ghost Zone aren’t even human. How can they be part of any community?”

“You’re aware that comin’ out ain’t limited to the gays, right ?” Ryūko called out on his fallacious argument. “What if, one day, your kid tells ya that he has superpowers or mutations you ain’t fond of?”

“Spare me your lecture. I already know the definition.” Alpha sternly corrected, pushing her blade with the back of his hand. “There’s a gargantuan difference between being part of the LGBT community and being a half-ghost.”

“I dunno ‘bout that…” Ryūko objected, smelling his phobia kilometers away. “You look like you’d crucify your own kids with those spinnin’ blades for being trans.”

“My point is simple, Ryūko Matoi. ” Alpha explained, wiping the blood off his mouth with his black handkerchief. “Half-ghosts do not have families nor friends. They see anyone but themselves as pawns they will devour once they become useless to their machinations.”

“Well, guess what? He has both, and he’s willing to go to the Moon for ‘em!” She retorted, proving her support to Danny. “He didn’t tell ‘em about his ghost powers ’till now ‘cuz of some four-D chess, shitty world domination plan. Danny was afraid they’ll reject him for havin’ superpowers.”

“And what makes you think he isn’t manipulating you and everybody else right now for his… emotional drive ?”

“Stop lyin’ to me! We both saw this and even you, could tell it ain’t fake!” Ryūko threatened, redirecting her blade back to his scalp. “Otherwise, why would you kidnap everyone he knows to kill ‘em with ectocontaminated fast food sauce and a freakin’ fryer?”

“One. We used a boiler and overheated, untainted Nasty Burger sauce for the execution.” Alpha harshly corrected, grabbing the blade to push it again from him. “Two. What makes you think he won’t dump you into the deepest bowels of the Ghost Zone before you can retrieve those Life Fibers your sister ordered you to fetch?”

“‘Cuz he’s my second-best friend.” Ryūko bluntly revealed to him. “We saved each other’s asses more than your cheap-ass Goku uniforms caught ghosts in this looney town, even before I knew the space boy and the ghost boy were the same guy. We barely knew each other and yet, we kept helpin’ each other through this mess. Even when I was at odds with him, he never wanted to kill me. Otherwise, why would he tell me through this weird dream superpower that we’re essentially sides of the same coin?”

“Hmpf… No wonder you two became… friends .” Alpha huffed, sidestepping away from her scissor blade’s range. “You freaks support each other against the Laws of this World who should have killed you both, sticking together in a vain attempt to mimic the bonds that we, humans, have. Bonds you will eventually ditch once you’ve embraced the fact that you’ve been nothing but the monsters preying on us.”

“Then, riddle me this, General Alpha… Who’s the true monster in this situation?” Danny questioned him out of nowhere, coming closer to where Alpha and Ryūko were, already knowing the answer but wanting to know the General’s opinion nonetheless. “The two teenage mutants trying to make the World better with their weird superpowers they never asked for… or the perfectly biological human being who’s willing to kill entire families for a Greater Good where humans, aliens and ghosts can’t live together?”

General Alpha did not answer Danny’s questions. Instead, he materialized the newly-reforged Templar’s Forgiveness from his hands and locked it into Gunslinger mode. The GIW director aimed both ends of his twin cross blades point-blank at the teenagers’ skulls, ready to pull the trigger. In an instant, Danny became intangible, and Ryūko ducked beneath Templar’s Forgiveness right before concentrated Ecto-Fiber shells of thunder and lightning  punctured the concrete ruins in a flurry of shockwaves, takingthe nearby warehouses with it.

“Wow! What a shocker !” Danny ironically said, starting the fight with yet another witty banter about the humongous, electrical-themed collateral damages. “I wasn’t totally expecting you to take it this personally.”

“Says the one who terrorized my whole patrol over his dear parents.” Alpha mockingly retorted, reminding Danny of the rampage before the nasty explosion.

Alpha twirled his finger to change into his Swordsman stance and aimed the shimmering swords toward Danny’s throat, primed and ready for slicing. Templar’s Forgiveness spun faster and faster until it was abruptly stopped by the smoking hot Rending Scissors, creating an invisible concussive blast. 

“We’re two in one this time around.” Ryūko added, pushing the cross blades to prevent them from reaching Danny’s throat.

Ryūko stopped the attack by overriding the Ecto-Fiber weapon’s rotation system, pushing the blades counterclockwise until General Alpha removed them to fix them back. She then seized the opportunity to trap him in the scissor blades, throwing him to the other side as if she were holding a baseball bat. Her Herculean strength, combined with the force of sending him with the cutting side of the Rending Scissors, created another concussive blast that dug a school bus-sized, volcanic crater into one of the still-standing walls of the mattress factory.

“Yes… A two in one thorn in my side.” Alpha muttered, his lips twitching at the heavy flow of blood pouring down from the two large deep cuts Ryuko made to his chest, staining his perfectly tailored and cleaned up Ecto-Fiber tuxedo. “ Suéltame, puta .”

He stood up from the attack and let the Ecto-Fibers stitch the wounds back to perfect health. While he waited, Alpha noticed he was very close to the convicts he arrested hours prior.

“Oh no! It’s him!” Pamela screamed, hiding behind her startled husband as Alpha menacingly walked slowly towards them after the Ecto-Fibers did their job.

“Whatever you think of us, Tucker is not a pro-ghost terrorist!” Maurice said, trying to keep his stance and protect his wife, but deep down, they were both shaking in their boots. “My precious boy did nothing wrong!”

“Trust me, Mr. Foley. He already has a full case from helping his undead freak of a friend.” Alpha corrected, switching to Gunslinger mode and let his canons accumulate enough energy. “If anything, taking our data using the servers of Casper High to stop our Overwatch is what broke the camel’s back.”

He set himself into position and aims Templar’s Forgiveness’s white-hot canons at the Fentons, Mansons, Foleys and Mr, Lancer, preparing to execute all of them. Alpha was about to pull the trigger when his collar was grabbed from behind by a chilling force.

“Don’t. Even Try.” Danny whispered, his voice freezing Alpha’s blood, though the Operative tried to hide it.

General Alpha forced his fingers onto the triggers, but Danny tipped the director upwards and thus, the cannons missed their target entirely, instead releasing their charges into the sky. Four great, train-sized bolts of crackling electrical blue Ecto-Fibers came off, scaring anyone who heard the thunderous booms it made on its way out.

With that dealt with, Danny kept Alpha’s collar and spun around, gaining enough momentum to envelop his foe in necrotic ice powers.

“Don’t even think about hurting my parents or my town EVER AGAIN!” the halfa shouted, his warning ending with a howling scream as he threw General Alpha away from those he loved.

Danny flung the seasoned director off to the outside wall of an abandoned warehouse nearby. The phantom crash formed a subzero explosion of green that not only dug another house-sized crater but also spread out into shrapnel of stalactites, covering the impact zone with razor-sharp ice.

“This fight is only between the three of us, you hear me? ” He bellowed his warning, channelling his dual ghost-ice powers to neutralize the Ecto-Fibers. “Try to electrocute them again, and I’ll stain that freaking Ecto-Fiber tuxedo so hard, the other Guys in White will fire you without even giving you a cleanliness breach notice!”

Alpha ignored his threat, tasting the blood pouring down from his scalp, and switched back to his Swordsman pose.  Now fully prepared, Danny unleashed a flurry of subzero ectoplasmic lasers aimed at the Operative. Alpha dodged the first wave with a jump and circled around Danny, looking for an opportunity to strike.

“Ugh!” Alpha grumbled, feeling the sting of one of the lasers scraping his skin and uniform by his right arm, noticing that his Ecto-Fibers weren’t regenerating from Danny’s new dual ghost-ice  power. “I’ll make you pay for this.”

He released his fingers, letting Templar’s Forgiveness spin until he was entirely enveloped in black clouds, each of them crackling with blue bolts. As he circled around the fighting arena, he created a thick ring of tempest that shifted into a dome that enveloped the factory, trapping him, Danny, and Ryūko inside.

“What’s happening?” Senketsu asked, hearing the hundreds of thunderous booms echoing in the arena. “Are we in the eye of the storm?”

“Guess he wanna flex with his fancy tempests.” Ryūko mocked, watching the Operative director’s attempt to scare them with the many bolts striking down with enraged booms in the area.

“Aw, c’mon! Why did you have to do the rain dance?” Danny pestered, noticing the growing black cloud of pulsating electricity blocking his view.

General Alpha’s advanced sunglasses picked on the halfa stopping his wave of lasers to escape. Using the stealth granted by his storm dome, he charged at the ghost with his arms wide open. Danny had to focus on the sound to orient himself, and the dozens of thunder booms didn’t help at all. But he did barely detect the electro-charge coming from behind thanks to the Operative’s polished shoes sliding on each step.

“It’s the end of the line, Danny Fenton!” Alpha shouted, aiming to finish him off with a pincer attack and decapitate Danny, only for Templar’s Forgiveness to phase through a puffy, cold blue smoky imitation that dissipated into the clouds.  “ HIJO DE PUTA! ”

The clash of both cross blades created another clap of thunder that resonated throughout all of Amity Park, shattering every window in the remaining warehouses within the docks. General Alpha concentrated on the flowing blue smoke within the dome of tempests. Unbeknownst to him, the black clouds were sucked into a crimson centrifugal force, spinning all around the borders of his storm, ditching their electrical properties for fiery ones as the temperature rose rapidly.

“You wanna be flashy, Suavemente Inquisitor ? I’LL SHOW YA HOW TO FLASH!” Ryūko yelled at Alpha through the thunder and lightning of the dome.

The scarlet typhoon of heat and flash slammed into General Alpha, leaving a fuming trail of magma behind. Her flashy threat interrupted Alpha’s focus on tracking Danny and forced him to block her charge using his cross blades as shields. The heat typhoon backtracked and charged again. Alpha switched to Gunslinger mode and let his cannons vomit a rat-a-tat of Ecto-Fiber bullets to stop Ryūko. Yet, she zigzagged her back to him, dodging the rain of ghost life fiber shells until she reached him. 

“FLASHBANG!”

CRACK!

Ryūko pounced out of her white-hot typhoon to punch Alpha’s left ear with the handle of her scissor blade, breaking the left side of his sunglasses and the communication device connected to them. Her strike, combined with the growing heat she accumulated from stealing clouds from the dome, managed to make a hole within the dome big enough to dissipate the entire tempest with the concussive blast of her attack. Alpha was knocked back meters away from Ryūko, crashing into yet another crater within the walls of the abandoned warehouse. The piercing hit onto the head gave the GIW general a temporary but severe case of tinnitus, combined with blindness from her glowing punch, forcing him to remain still until his senses returned.

“Phew! Lance Thunder won’t have to worry about his hair and weather forecasts anymore.” Danny joked, seeing the black clouds and lightning fade out as he materialized back from his smokey form.

“My dome…” Alpha seethed with anger as he realized the extent of Ryūko’s flashbang attack, furious that she had sabotaged yet another of his plans.

General Alpha switched Templar’s Forgiveness back to its Swordsman mode and bolted to slice her down. Ryūko returned the favor by ramming into him with her dual scissor blades, which had transformed into their molten form. 

Both screamed at each other until their mutual swords clashed in a flurry of electrifying and scorching shockwaves that resonated all through the docks.

“Can’t you and your sister see all the efforts I’m putting?” General Alpha yelled, trying to sway her to his cause while trying to break through her parrying. “I didn’t create the Ecto-Fibers for absolute domination like Revocs did! I curated them so that Humanity can be set free from the Evil of the Ghost Zone!”

“Shut ya hole! You ain’t better than Ragyo!” Ryūko spat at him with a stink eye, deflecting every electrical blow of Templar’s Forgiveness. “At least, she didn’t act like a righteous paragon to hide her heinous shit!”

“Why do I even bother reasoning with you?” Alpha angrily remarked, disappointed by her explosive stubbornness. “You are nothing but a bloodthirsty beast guided by hatred, created by a demented dead man, who sees red everywhere, sets things on fire, and destroys anything that makes you REMOTELY TILT!”

“AND YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ PSYCHO WHO THINKS HE’S A WHITE KNIGHT!” 

She successfully spun his cross blades against his wishes with a dual uppercut of her scissor blades, halting his flurry of attacks. General Alpha was forced into backing up to reset the rotation system of Templar’s Forgiveness, but unlike the previous time, Ryūko won’t let him. The thruster on her back glowed crimson red until it vomited its explosive flames.

“Scissor Blades: Decapitation Mode!” She shouted, letting her dual swords extend to their full force and glory.

The dark magical girl blitzed toward Alpha while he was busy reinitiating his weapons. He barely finished the protocol when Ryūko landed an uppercut with the Rending Scissors, vertically slicing his entire chest before throwing him high into the sky in a blood-orange, burning comet. Alpha screamed in pain as he soared upward, vomiting a great amount of blood while his uniform burned from Ryūko’s fiery uppercut.

Being sent this high above the clouds gave him a new idea. As gravity began to slow his ascent and pull him back down, General Alpha let his dual cross blades until they became blueish white-hot, pulsing with lightning. When he passed through a flock of puffy clouds, the combined efforts of Templar’s Forgiveness and his Ecto-Fibers God Robe turned the entire sky over Amity Park black, filling it with lightning and thunder.

“Okay, It’s getting fucking ridiculous.” Danny sighed at General Alpha summoning the biggest storm yet with his rolling eye and tired voice, slapping his forehead.

Danny refocused after his brief moment of disbelief and extended his arms, channelingl his dual ghost ice edges. His eyes picked on General Alpha plummeting down in a black comet of tempest and flew in his direction to stop him from crashing into Amity Park.

“Is Vortex your role model? That would explain why you like to shock everyone you meet!” Danny loudly inquired, his breath now visible as his icy aura intensified, the white parts of his body and jumpsuit glowing into a growing mint star of ice and death.

“HA! This scale ten ectoplasmic entity is nothing compared to what I can bring at my fullest!” Alpha boasted, starting to spin until became a black meteorite of thunder and lightning.

Both combatants bolted toward each other in the tormented, gloomy sky until their blades clashed—just as Ryūko and Alpha had earlier. Each strike created shockwaves of chilling and electrifying power, able to change the weather between storms and blizzards as they fought near the clouds.

“Look at my son!” Maddie noticed, seeing the mint green star fighting off the black star of tempest, a tear of motherly joy falling down her cheek. “He’s so good at fighting now. I’m so proud of him!”

“Go Danno! Smack that Ghost Investigation Ward director with your brand of Fenton genius!” Jack cheered on from afar.

“Mister Fenton… Can’t you see your son is ruining our gala clothes with his cool powers?” Sam’s father pestered, showing the few snowflakes that fell down onto both his shirt and Pamela’s dress.

“Jeremy… snowflakes are solidified water drops. It’s not like these will ruin your clothing or anything.” Maddie retorted to the Mansons. “You can still buy another one even if these were, in fact, ectocontaminated snowflakes.”

“ Buy another one? Revocs has been dismantled by the Japanese Government, Miss Fenton!” Pamela yelled, showing a square, black label with a golden R on the back of her dress. “Do you have any idea how expensive these clothes have become?”

Another flurry of clashing swords of ice and thunder followed, and Alpha used the propelling power of the last shockwave to fly up again into the clouds. Instead of striking Danny with the swords, he switched to its Gunslinger mode and accumulated an unstable amount of electrical power. Templar’s Forgiveness acted as a lightning rod, drawing in all the electricity generated by the storm he had created.

“Taste the lightning of Judgment!” Alpha roared, aiming his cannons at Danny and pulling the triggers.

The combined powers of the Ecto-Fibers and the storm unleashed massive lightning bolts, striking down at the population of Amity Park with the force of an enraged Zeus. Each blast boomed through the sky, destroying nearby warehouses and forcing the humans on the ground to take cover.

“You really need to get therapy to remove that god complex you got going on!” Danny sighed at the exaggerated move, dodging the many lightning bolts trying to fry him.

The halfa tried to dodge the lightning fury the old-fashioned way, but there were simply too many of them. He had no choice but to use his intangibility and invisibility to get past the wrath of the weather. Thankfully, the clouds proved to be a great cover for Danny, making him able to charge a concentrated snowball stuffed with unstable ectoplasm. Once that was ready, Danny then snuck behind General Alpha, a wide grin on his face.

“Hello Zeus! Vortex just called—he wants his weather exhibit back!” Danny shouted his joke threat before he dunked General Alpha from the back with his ghost-ice snowball.

His calculated strike struck the director with the strength of a nuclear bomb, sending him plummeting like a meteor into the concrete below. The impact detonated into a violent burst of ice and necrotic energy, the sheer force of it dissipating the storm entirely and restoring the sky to its original, sunny state.

“My storm!” Alpha belched after he stood up from the stadium-sized crater of ice and ectoplasm he was dug into.

His fractured but still working sunglasses picked on a cold signature rapidly diving to him. Alpha was about to aim the canons of Templar’s Forgiveness, until his movement were suddenly impeded, unable to raise his arms.

“Oi, Space boy!” Ryūko proudly told Danny with a cocky smile, waving at him with the Rending Scissors slung over her shoulder. “I’ve just caught a huge storm bitch! Whatcha think of that?”

“Neat! Did you learn that from that Fishing Club president Mako told me about?” He asked, landing next to her.

“Nope!” She revealed, wiggling the string from her kamui. “Funnily enough, it was from the Rodeo Club President.”

Without knowing, Ryūko took yet another string from Senketsu and used it to lasso General Alpha, keeping him in check. The director struggled greatly, but Senketsu made the rope tighter, ready to use him as a guinea pig to explain one of her infamous club fights back in Honnouji Academy.

“After I got out of the bastard’s own lasso, I made him eat his own medicine by wrangling his ass like THIS!”

“OOF!”

“Then, I made him eat the freakin’ dirt by dragging his ass like THAT!”

“ARGH!”

She kept the rope tight while humiliating the director by staining the Four-Star God Robe tuxedo. With each enraged roar, she violently dragged him on the concrete floor riddled with a potent mix of dirt, ice, ectoplasm and the blood from his own wounds. Each strike was harder for Alpha’s body to handle, even with his Ecto-Fiber reinforced tuxedo.

“And once I did all of that, I attached his ass to his mechanical bull and stripped ‘em of his Goku Uniform.” She told Danny, her rage spontaneously gone almost by magic.

“Do you mind if I make the bull so you can properly finish your demo?” Danny suggested, summoning his ice powers to give additional control, which Ryūko instantly accepted with her cocky smile.

Danny wasn’t just offering for the fun of it. He had noticed the director playing with the buttons of the handles of Templar’s Forgiveness to set himself free. He quickly charged his ice beams, which he instantly shot at a bleeding and wounded Alpha, trapping him nice and tucked inside a frozen sculpture of a mechanical bull, ensuring he stayed put.

“Let’s wrap up your demo against the Cowboy Club President.” Danny muttered, his white parts glowing brighter, his soul getting cooler.

“Hell yeah.” Ryūko confirmed, her red highlights glowed blood orange, and her blood getting fired up from the oncoming victory.

Both extended her arms behind and their mutual eyes glowed bright. Danny’s ghost edges came back to cover his white arms. Ryūko’s scissor blades morphed into molten lava once more and ignited into blood-orange flames.

“Ghastly Edges: Postfrozen Beheading mode!” Danny howled his signature finishing move, sending incredible gusts of ice.

“Scissor Blades: Afterburn Decapitation mode!” Ryūko roared hers alongside, creating heatwaves from the crimson flames.

“Initiate the Four-Star Retreat protocol.” Alpha muttered, his sunglasses and God Robe starting to pulse blue.

With their combined heat and cold powers, they bolted at General Alpha, ready to finally strip him of his Four-star God Robe. But then, Alpha’s uniform shattered his icy prison, swirling around him in a violent cyclone. Almost instantly, it shrunk into nothingness, denying Danny and Ryūko the chance to hit him with their anti-Ecto Fibers powers.

“The hell?!” Ryūko stammered, stopping her charge to look around.

“Where did he go?” Danny wondered, absorbing his ghost ice swords back into his hands before looking with her.

Both teenagers kept the guards in case Alpha would strike them from behind, going as far as sticking their backs to avoid backstabs. Yet, they heard no buzzing of the cross blades, no crackles of electricity, no storm coming ahead, and no polished shoes running up to them.

“Did… General Alpha’s uniform teleport him away?” Senketsu wondered, his eye crest leaning forward as if to aid in their investigation. “I could swear it moved on its own.”

“If he managed to create something that bypasses my ghost sense, I’m gonna beat the shit out of him.” Danny groaned, rolling his eyes at the possibility of dealing with a ghostly kamui.

“Oh, hey. You’re startin’ to speak like me.” Ryūko teased to her second-best friend, proud to have taught the ghost boy her fighting style.

“Pretty sure that’s because Alpha made me tense by almost killing my parents.” Danny objected, leaning his head left and right.

“ Tense? You went Sadako apeshit!” She corrected him, pointing with her scissor blades at the few ice attacks still standing from the Nasty explosion. “I mean, thanks. You made me and Senkets’ reach ya faster but still … pretty sure everyone at the cozy shack shat their pants when you saw those photos. Even your ghost Spaniard wolfman bro noticed it.”

“Aw come one. You didn’t see me back when Vlad was an actual threat.” Danny shrugged off, recalling the heinous acts of the fruitloop. 

“And you definitely didn’t see me back when I was lookin’ for whoever shish-kebab’d my dad!”

“I’ll be honest. You two are on the same level when it comes to… anger issues.” Senketsu interjected with his signature remarks. “You both just happen to have a different way to show it.”

“ Me? Having anger issues?” Danny poofed out of laughter from the remark. “C’mon, Senketsu. I’m the coolest guy you’ve ever met.”

While they engaged in a small chat, the Fentons left the makeshift cover and went back to their son to check up on him after the fight. They recognized the girl standing by Danny’s side despite her rather skimpy outfit, which they weren’t even repulsed by it but not aroused either.

“Sweetie?” Maddie called out to Ryūko, which made the sukeban blush at the unexpected nickname.

“Um… Ma’am?!” She babbled, struggling to keep her Bloody Valor persona. “You… must be mistaken. I… ain’t your sweetie.”

“Don’t try to hide. We know it’s you thanks to those fancy red swords you showed us when you first came.” Jack added, steadily taking both scissor blades with his hands. “Look at these babies! They’re even more majestic now that you have the Fenton patch built in!”

“You even used the third one on your jumpsuit, which honestly, complements well with what you have going on.” Maddie added, gently lifting Senketsu’s eye crest to see the Fenton logo on the center, making the kamui blush in response. “I’m going to repeat myself. Danny must be lucky to have someone like you on his side.”

“I’m sure your dad must be proud of you, whether he is right now.” Jack comforted her with his big ol’ smile on his face.

Even if she didn’t care that much about her secret identity, seeing the Fenton compliment her outside of her synchronized form felt… comforting in a way. It reminded her of the Mankanshokus, an insane family who accepted her for who she truly was. Plus, Jack’s comment about Isshin Matoi reminded of how far she had grown since the events of Honnouji Academy.

“... Thanks.” Ryūko nodded with a slight smile, her blood becoming sweet at the compliments she received.

“Also, I adore that costume, Rukia!” Jack told her, beaming with joy, pointing his two hands like guns at Senketsu. “It reminds me of one time when me, Maddie and V-man hunted down that ghost hooker in that superb dungeon back in college! Such good memories!”

“Honey… Her name is Ryūko.” Maddie reminded her husband, tapping his back. “I wrote her name on the lists of clients, remember?”

“Oops! My bad!” Jack realized, slapping his forehead until he heard a certain car coming closer, raising his attention to the sound. “Wait! Is that the Fenton Family Assault Vehicle I hear?”

“It is!” Maddie confirmed as she, too, heard the unmistakable Fenton honk blaring louder. “I wonder who’s driving it, though?”

And they were right! The Ghostketsu Crew finally arrived at the scene, drifting their way to what was once the mattress factory with maddening efficiency. The remaining people on the scene had to jump away from Maiko’s insane driving as she skidded to a stop after three mad loop drifts. 

“Nobody moves!” Sam shouted, kicking the car’s door open as she stepped out, wearing her Darkest Revolt Fenton Jumpsuit and holding the Fenton Smiter.

“The Ghostketsu Crew has finally arrived!” Mako yelled along, jumping out of the Fenton Family Assault Vehicle, dawning Miracle Regalia along with a golden chained mordekaiser, hyperactively scanning the area for the Guys in White. “Eh? Where are the tuxedo Goku Uniforms?”

“You’re right. There are no Guys in White in here.” Tucker realized, coming out of the truck in his Trojan Bullseye Fenton Jumpsuit, gazing on at all of the collateral damage. “What happened?”

“The Guys in White essentially killed themselves with their own execution plan…and Alpha went all Zeus on us.” Danny explained to his best friend, turning around the area.

“Huh? Practical.” Sam noted, placing her warhammer above her shoulder. “If the Guys in White could kill themselves first, this would help us a lot in the long run.”

“Oi, Tuck!” Ryūko yelled at Tucker, throwing his PDA after she untied it from Senketsu. “Catch!”

“Thank you!” He nodded, catching his faithful gadget with the grappling hook of his jumpsuit, which he kisses until he noticed Charal is still strapped to his jumpsuit. “Don’t worry, son, You’re on the same level as my tech.”

“Look Mads! Danny’s friends came to help us, all wearing their Fenton jumpsuits!” Jack wiped a tear of joy from his chunky face as he watched Sam and Tucker reunite with their parents and Mr. Lancer. “Isn’t that beautiful?”

“But I don’t remember we gave one to these two in particular.” Maddie remarked, pointing to the girls with their Goku Uniforms. “And they look an awful lot like the God Robes the GIW have been making.”

“Don’t worry. Our uniforms are far more advanced than what these idiots have been making.” Maiko assured the Fentons, opening the door to get out.

She then took Mako aside and began pulling out hidden weapons from the genki girl’s Bansho jacket, showcasing the true power of pure Life Fibers.

“These are Three-Star Goku Uniforms, outfits made out of thirty percent pure Life Fibers, personally tailored by the Kiryūin Conglomerate to combat any threats. Which includes these knock-off Ecto-Fibers the Ghost Investigation Ward created for their God Robes.” She explained, flexing with Hunter Regalia through promiscuous poses, making the rest of the Ghostketsu Crew but Mako cringe in disgust.

“God dammit, Maiko!” Ryūko groaned, her left eye twitching as she smacked the back of Maiko’s head, fed up with her provoking attitude. “Why do you have to act like the naked perv’ in front of Danny’s parents?”

“Well, they seem mesmerized by Hunter Regalia.” Maiko remarked, letting Jack and Maddie observe both Goku Uniforms while keeping yet another seductive pose.

“Hey, Danny!” Tucker chimed back to the group after he brought the rest of the former prisoners inside the truck. “Jazz told us you finally came out to your parents.”

“How… was it ?” Sam asked Danny, taking the temperature of such a profound moment, knowing the importance of such an action.

“Let’s say that… I did what I had to after a pep talk.” Danny revealed, giving a quick look at Ryūko, who gave him a relaxed smile and a nod, letting Team Phantom smile in return.

“Okay, can I go now?” Wes asked, ready to get out of the Fenton Family Assault Vehicle, only to reek at the sight of Maiko’s erotic movements. “What the fuck am I looking at?”

This moment was suddenly interrupted by the saturating screech of the thousand megaphones scattered throughout the city, forcing the whole town to cover their ears against the piercing noise. Everyone’s eyes darted toward the nearest megaphone, mounted on a pole by the shattered remains of the docks.

“Citizens of Amity Park! We, the Ghost Investigation Ward, have an announcement to make!” General Alpha’s voice calmly explained to the entire city, hiding a much sinister tone.

“Would you look at that…” Ryūko noted, turning around to see the megaphone. “The tuxedo pimp daddy is back.”

“But he’s nowhere to be found. Something’s up.” Danny told her, paying attention to the announcement.

“Your town is no longer safe. Without knowing, you have become thralls of the Ghostblood Incursion, and thus, you are now a threat to Humanity.” The director firmly continued his announcement.

Suddenly, the entire town was abruptly covered by a blue digital force field that imitated a storm, blocking anyone from leaving or entering the city. Any plane that passed through the force field instantly exploded, killing everybody aboard. Then, all screens of the city both internal and external were hijacked by a single black screen with a one-hour countdown, and the words EXTERMINATUS DECREE in bold, capital letters.

“We tried everything to cleanse your town of the ghost corruption seeping into your walls! And still, you keep worshiping Inviso-Bill and Bloody Valor as these mutant paragons of heroism despite their clear admission of their monstrosity!” Alpha shouted, coldly watching the massacre from a faraway base out of Amity Park. “AND FOR THAT ALONE, YOU THRALLS DO NOT DESERVE OUR MERCY!”

Then, dozens of massive GIW cruiser ships flew above Amity Park, dropping entire armies of Guys in White, both normal and wielding God Robes. All units phased through the force field and crashed down on every conceivable border of the city. Armed to the teeth, they led a city-wide slaughter of the whole populace without pity. Their screams of pain were heard from the docks, sending chills down everyone there.

“Hunchback of Notre-Dame!” Lancer shouted, watching the God Robes descend on the streets with a rain of fire and thunder. “What is this madness?”

“But do not fret, my fellow citizens! We shall save your souls from your wicked devotion to Inviso-Bill and Bloody Valor! Not by kindness or love… but by RIGHTEOUS BULLETS AND NUCLEAR FIRE!” Alpha yelled, dropping his calm demeanor to present his righteous disgust over Amity Park in full glory.

“Geez, guys… stop with the 40k monologues. This is getting ridiculous.” Tucker deadpanned, rolling his eyes at the very concept of the literal US government nuking entire populations to stop even the tiniest of threats.

“GOD ROBES! KILL THEM ALL! AND LET GOD SORT THEM OUT!”