The Ghost and Molly McGee X Reader

The Curse

In a spooky place; ghosts traverse before clearing up to reveal the spooky island. This is the Ghost Council, who is currently interviewing ghosts to sprinkle some misery to the human world. "Your performance... is disappointing." Sir Alister said. Thunder strikes. "Misery is declining..." Bartholomew poofs a meter, currently at the green. "In Cedar Valley!" "While joy is on the rise!" Lucretia shows the meter, which confirms just that. "There's nothing I can do! They... opened a dog rescue! You can't expect me to compete with puppies!" The pink ghost said. "That is precisely what the Chairman expects." Sir Alister said. The Chairman is a towering black phantom. He points... the pink ghost is suddenly wrapped in wind. "Don't send me to the Flow of Failed Phantoms!" She shouted. The Flow re-emerges. "Please! I can do better! They had... PUPPIES!!!!!...." The pink ghost is sucked in; and there is no more of her. The flow retreats. Sir Alister sighs. "Just one last ghost to review..." he said. The other members voice their disapproval. "Not him." Lucretia said. "Must we?" Bartholomew asked. In comes a green member. "The Ghost Council summons... Scratch." 

From the ground, a portal surfaces, and... out comes a trashcan with a ghost in it. Scratch is munching; then realizes where he is. "Hm-what?" He waves at the council, holding a pizza slice. "Hey! The Ghost Council! You guys are lookin' good." He said. He goes up to the chairman. "Especially you, Mr. Tower of Dour, here. Mr. Chairman, emanema-nee!" He chuckles. The pink member order him down, and he goes. The slice lands on the aquamarine member. "Scratch, you are rude..." Grimbella said. " ...crude..." Bartholomew said. "...and disgusting!" Sir Alister said. "But we can't argue with your numbers." Lucretia poofs the meter again, this time one linked to Brighton. "Your town of Brighton is truly a miserable place." "We shall mark your performance as... "adequate." Now, our work is done!" Sir Alister said. "Yes, we are off to the Haughty Haunts Club!" Grimbella said. Scratch sucks his finger, perking up at the very mention of the Haughty Haunts Club. "Oh! I've never been. I hear it's nice. Is there a dress code? Should I put on pants? Also, should I put on legs?" He asked. Lucretia laughs. "You are not invited, Scratch..." she said. "...but you are dismissed." Bartholomew said. At an old, run-down house somewhere, the top window glows a bright blue. Scratch plops to the ground and gets himself up; he takes in the sights. "Jerks! Who needs 'em?! Didn't wanna go to their stupid club, anyway! I LIKE being alone! I LIKE being by myself!" He zoops over to that web hammock and lies down. "I don't need... Any. Body. Else!"

Time Skip

A yellow car drives by. "Ah, Brighton!" Molly said. Inside the car. The girl whose voice is heard just now is looking out the window along with her twin sister. "You know what I see here? Limitless potential!" (Y/n) said. She waves at someone outside - a man sitting on a bench, which breaks. The sign next to him falls just close to him, and a pack of raccoons take him away. "Know what I see? A clean slate." Darryl said. "And let's keep it that way, Darryl. No more disasters, flammable or otherwise." Sharon said. "I make no promises." Darryl said. The parents glare daggers at him; he scoots over to his left. A phone rings as Molly and (Y/n) smirk his way. "Hey, Mom! We're almost there." Sharon said. On the phone is the McGees' grandma Nin. "I know. I've been tracking you. Tell Peter to step on it!" She said. "Hi, Grandma Nin!" (Y/n), Molly and Darryl said. The car pulls up to a pink, elegant house. "Ah! Here we are, McGees!" Pete said. An angelic stinger plays as a ray of sunlight shines on the beautiful house. "Well, it's not the worst house we ever lived in." Sharon said. Pete looks at the front. "Oh. Hold on, that's not our house." He switches lanes to the old run-down house. "This is our house." He said. 

A crow flies out the roof. "Ohh." (Y/n), Molly, Darryl, and Sharon said. The new tenants exit. "Turn me around so I can see." Grandma Nin said. Sharon turns the camera over; Grandma Nin reels in disgust about the condition of the house. "Ew! Turn me back." She said. "Granted, it IS a bit of a fixer-upper." Pete said. One of the window panels break and fall off its original position. "Dad. I'm not gonna lie to you." Molly began. "WE LOVE IT!!!!!" Molly and (Y/n) run into the house, laughing away. "Whoo!!!" Scratch is looking through the attic window. "Huh, what? A family moving into my house?! Oh, no-no-no-no!" Scratch flies into the attic hatch. "I gotta stop—" His efforts are thwarted by Molly and her broom. Molly brings her moving bag into the attic along with (Y/n) bringing in hers. "Ooh! Oh, wow! Our new bedroom is..." Molly began as her and (Y/n) are looking over it. "Kinda lame, huh?" (Y/n) asked her twin. "Yeah. It needs the Molly and (Y/n) McGee touch!" Molly said. The two high five. They both use brooms to start sweeping. Scratch rises up from the floor. "Ugh... Hey-hey!" He circles around Molly and (Y/n), spinning them around. "Those cobwebs are vintage!" He scolded. They both looked shocked. "Okay, that is a ghost." (Y/n) said. Molly gasps. "A ghost?!" Instead of being scared, Molly puts on her excited face. "Okay, Molly. Okay, focus up. You've never met a ghost before. Make a good impression... GHOST HUG!"