When You're a Mystery Kid

I am Danny Phantom - Part 2

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By the time they arrived, everything was in chaos.

People running and screaming in terror. Cars crashed and overturned. Street vendor stands demolished, their wares scattered on the asphalt road. Roadside buildings wrecked, their windows shattered and some even missing chunks of their walls. It was all a shocking sight to take in for Norman. However, the most shocking sight of all was of the seeming culprits behind the chaos.

Ghosts.

They had to be ghosts. Norman had no doubts about it. About two dozen of them, all floating, all wreathed in an otherworldly, green glow. They tossed objects about with reckless abandon and fired strange blasts of energy from their hands in random directions, all seemingly with the intent of causing as much destruction as possible. The violence they engaged in left Norman at a loss for words. He had never seen ghosts indulge themselves in such mindless destruction before in his life. Although, Norman noted with suspicion that the ghosts all seemed to posses blank, glowing red eyes. That cannot be a coincidence.

Norman glanced about at his friends, who looked just as appalled by the destruction as he was. He gritted his teeth; how would they be able to face off against enemies they couldn't even see?

"Flying, red-eyed green men, huh? That's new."

Norman whipped his head towards Raz, who had stated that so casually. "You can see them?!"

Raz gave him an incredulous look. "Of course we can. Why wouldn't- wait..." Realization slowly dawned upon Raz's face. "No way..."

"They're ghosts." Norman said grimly. "No doubt about it. They're all ghosts."

The Mystery Kids looked at each other for a moment, looking appropriately surprised and confused. Norman spotted Neil vigorously rubbing his eyes before looking back at the direction where the ghosts were.

"Uh, right, since when was that a thing we can do?" Wybie asked.

"Well, as far as I know, when a ghost is powerful enough, they can choose to make themselves be seen." Norman explained. "Like Aggie. Everyone can see Aggie."

Coraline breathed out a long sigh. "So, what you're saying is, we're going up against two dozen ghosts who might be as powerful as Aggie?"

"No. I mean, hopefully not?" Norman shrugged sheepishly.

Mabel, who had so far kept her eye on the ghosts with her head cocked to the side, turned to look at him. "Welp, you're the master of all things ghostly. What do we do?"

Norman turned his gaze towards the still-rampaging ghosts, considering the question. "I'll try to talk to them. You guys stay back for now." He eventually replied. "Ghosts don't get this... destructive for no reason. I need to at least find out why."

Judging from the frowns on their faces, his friends seemed to have doubts about Norman's plan, but eventually they all nodded, agreeing with him, even if reluctantly. "Be careful, Norman." Neil said, which Norman replied with a reassuring smile.

Taking a deep breath, Norman stepped forward into the chaos. He scanned the area, quickly spotting a pair of ghosts nearest to him. One was lanky and gaunt-faced, while the other one was relatively bulkier and more muscular, and they were both occupied with reducing an overturned car into nothing but scrap metal. Norman was careful in approaching them, making sure none of the other ghost would notice him talking to them. Deciding he was close enough, Norman drew in another deep breath, before he called out to them.