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They just demand to become him out of the way while they gear up things up for the surprise... what's a goose chase they can ship him on...
Oh! In that location's this place chosen Amity Park that's known for ghosts. Let's send him at that place. It's not similar ghosts are real afterwards all.
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It's Raz's 11th birthday, and in lite of everything he'due south done the Motherlobe wants to throw him a party!
They only need to get him out of the manner while they set things upwardly for the surprise... what's a goose chase they can send him on...
Oh! At that place's this identify called Amity Park that's known for ghosts. Let's send him in that location. Information technology's not like ghosts are real after all.
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- #2
"Indeed, Agent Aquato," Otto Mentalis said, and homo Raz was never going to go tired of hearing that. Information technology was getting close to a twelvemonth with the Psychonauts now, but getting called Amanuensis notwithstanding fabricated him a little giddy every time. "Or at least something the locals recall are ghosts."
"Feh, hogwash and superstition," Ford grumped. "Ghost's aren't whatsoever more real than curses, Razputin. More than likely than non, information technology'south a vein of psitanium that got exposed giving people hallucinations."
"Most likely," Otto agreed. "Which still deserves looking into."
"Are yous sure?" Raz asked, frowning. "In True Psychic Tales number--" he stopped, but information technology was too belatedly.
Ford snorted and pulled down a jar from the shelf labelled 'TPT'due south Not E'er True'. Raz grumbled and put a dollar in. "Fine," Ford said. "Sometimes when a person dies violently they tin leave behind a psychic repeat, but nix substantial. Without a brain to anchor it a mind just isn't equipped to do real damage, and even that's rare enough. For as many ghost sightings equally this town's had, information technology'due south more likely the psitanium thing."
Raz shrugged and accepted that. They knew what they were talking nigh, after all. "And then where am I going?"
Agent Forsythe pressed a button, and the holographic earth zoomed in on the American Midwest. "A town chosen Amity Park, Illinois."
Raz'due south eyes lit up. "Oh, I've been there!" At the adults' surprise, he explained. "The Aquato Family Circus passed through there once, a few months before the whole thing with Coach. Nosotros got a pretty decent crowd, even. They called themselves 'Nearly Haunted Town in America.'" He looked to the side, a little sheepish. "I was, uh, starting to experiment more than with my psychic powers past that bespeak. Someone saw me levitating a few things and the local ghost hunters nearly tore the tent down trying to observe the spirit."
Ford chuckled, but Forsythe tsked. "What happened?"
"...Well, nosotros managed to convince them that it was just a circus trick, but Dad had united states of america leave boondocks pretty quick." He brightened. "Hey, maybe I tin take the family with me and put on a prove again! It'll be like going hush-hush as myself!"
"Actually," Otto started, "We don't plan on this being a particularly long mission. You lot should be in and out in a day."
"Oh. Okay."
"At present off you get, Raz," Ford said, shooing him away. "Sasha's getting the jet set, only in one case you're there you'll be on your ain." At Raz's look he smiled. "That's right. Your kickoff (official) solo mission!"
The junior agent saluted. "I won't allow y'all downwardly sir!" And without further ado, he turned on his heel and ran out to the landing strip.
In one case the door closed behind him, the three adults sagged in relief.
"I tin can't believe that worked," Otto said.
"Pfft. That kid'll believe anything," Ford mused. He rubbed his mentum. "We'll have to work on that really, but it'due south useful for now. Who's getting the cake?"
"Compton and Cassie are baking it themselves," Otto answered, pulling a clipboard into his hand and checking it off the listing. "How about the presents?"
"All taken care of," Forsythe confirmed. "Donatella should be wrapping the last ones now. Bob and Helmut are on their way back from the Chill, hopefully they'll get hither in time."
"Oh, did they find--"
"They accept, but Helmut's body is going to need some work before it's safe to resuscitate it. It doesn't await like nosotros'll be able to run across his face again just notwithstanding." Hollis hesitated. "Is it alright to send Aquato off alone? Yes I know he's accomplished a lot," she said when Ford opened his mouth, "but he'south till only x."
"Non for much longer. Only it's fine. He'southward merely chasing ghost stories," Ford said, waving his fingers dismissively. "Even if he does find one of them psychic echoes, they're harmless. Barely even find other people. Doubt he volition though. I ran the Psychonauts for twenty years and I never saw a 'ghost' just once. Now come on, we got some decorating to do. Raz is only gonna turn eleven in one case, after all."
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Afterward
Raz stared at the vaguely humanoid pile of meat shambling down the street.
"...That doesn't await like an repeat to me..."
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The senior agent shook his head. "Information technology's your mission, Raz. As well, someone has to keep an eye on the jet."
"But won't y'all get bored waiting out here?" Raz asked, looking around. Agent Nein had parked the jet in a forest clearing just within the city limits.
"On the contrary." Sasha held upwardly a volume. "Milla's been trying to get me to read this serial for ages. I figured I'd have the opportunity to finally have a look at it." He sabbatum down and smiled. "Get on, Razputin, and good luck."
Raz nodded and exited.
The walk out of the woods into the town proper was eerily quiet... but the birds were probably but scared off past the jet, so Raz put it out of his heed.
"Correct," he said to himself, cresting a colina and looking downwardly over the town. "First thing I demand to do is gather intel. So... I'll only inquire effectually? Surely someone effectually here knows about ghosts..."
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"Excuse me, can you lot tell me almost the ghosts?"
"Not my job."
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"Tin you--"
"Nosotros don't desire any!"
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"How-do-you-do, my proper noun is Raz, and I was wondering--"
"I already know where my soul'southward going, I see information technology every week."
"No, that's not--"
"Beat it, brat."
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"Certain, I know nearly ghosts."
"Really?!" Whew, finally. Raz was showtime to suspect that being a child presented bug he hadn't previously considered. No ane was taking him seriously!
The older black girl laughed, patting his head. "Yep, I tin can tell yous the nigh important thing anyone needs to know nearly dealing with ghosts."
"That would be great!" Raz said.
The teenager's cheerful confront morphed into something serious. Haunted, y'all might say. "Stay away from ghosts."
"I--huh?" Raz leaned back, surprised at the sudden change. "But I was told ghosts are harmless--"
"Yeah? Well you got told wrong!" She held her arms up, anger seeping into her voice. "E'er since these ghosts take shown up my life has been crazy! My dad lost his chore, everyone'southward in danger every single twenty-four hours, that stupid ghost kid--" She paused and took a deep jiff. "Sorry. I have... opinions well-nigh the whole thing."
"I can see that, Ms....?"
She looked at him suspiciously earlier shrugging. "Sure. Valerie Greyness."
"My name is Razputin Aquato. Ms. Gr--"
"Is it actually?"
"Yeah. Ms. Grey, I'one thousand hither investigating the local ghost problem," Raz said, tapping his Psychonauts bluecoat. "Annihilation you lot can tell me about the situation would be helpful."
Valerie glanced at the badge with no recognition. "Cute button, child." Blowing air through her lips she rolled her optics. "Okay, fine, if you really want to know about the ghosts, go talk to the Fentons. They'll tell yous everything. Heh."
"Okay! Where are they?"
"Can't miss them. They're in the house with the giant UFO-looking thing on tiptop. Got their proper noun on it too."
Raz smiled broadly, then attempted to school his expression. "Thanks, Ms. Grey. You've been very helpful to my investigation."
"Whatever you say, child," Valerie said, grinning despite herself. She watched Raz run away and tilted her caput. "I wonder if I should be worried about the form-schooler running around unsupervised." Her watch started beeping. "Oops, guess I don't have time for that!" She ducked into the nearest aisle. A moment later, a red wink went flying out.
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"Alright. Talk to the ghost experts, and so... Uh..." Raz blinked. "I guess I... investigate? Something? Huh. I don't remember Agent Forsythe actually told me what I would exist doing once I got hither..." He snapped his fingers. "Right, right. I need to determine if it's a case of psitanium poisoning and notice the source." He looked upwardly. The Fenton Works building, every bit the sign proclaimed it to exist, really did loom over the residue of the neighborhood. He kind of doubted it was upwards to code; it didn't look like information technology was properly supported, and it was overlooking several neighboring buildings...
It just looked generally dangerous. Just and then, the Motherlobe had floating platforms everywhere that would pose a danger if they ever ran out of power.
"I guess some things are only too cool to worry about safety."
He walked upward the stoop to knock on the door, eyeing the silver vehicle on the curb appreciatively.
The instant his knuckles touched the wood, an alarm sounded within. Red light flashed in the window and louds running could be heard.
"GHOST! Get GO Go!" someone shouted inside.
Raz dove to the side every bit the door flung itself open and the largest man Raz had always seen in the real world charged out, followed by a much smaller woman, both wearing jumpsuits. Neither noticed him every bit they piled into the RV then drove into the distance, tires squealing. This all happened in the space of three seconds. They didn't even shut the door behind them.
Raz stared after them. "Oh. Them." He was wondering why the name 'Fenton' was familiar. They were the couple who nearly wrecked his family'due south circus. "Possibly I can find help elsewhere..."
"Ugh. Really, guys? That's not even the right way."
Raz looked upwardly equally a lanky teen peered out the door, looking exhausted. He frowned in the Fenton'due south management, then Raz coughed and he looked down to run into Raz sitting in the bushes.
"Oh he-heck. Did Dad knock you over on their manner out?"
"I got out of the way in fourth dimension." Raz picked himself upward and the teen squinted at him.
"You look familiar. Yous go to the elementary?"
"Uh, no. I was with the circus that came through concluding yr."
The teen's eyes widened, running through surprised, frightened, confused, then finally recognition. "Oh, the other circus! Non the Cirque--okay, yeah, I recollect." He held his hand out and helped Raz back onto the stoop. "You guys back in town? I'thousand Danny, by the way."
"No, it'due south just me," Raz said, picking a foliage out of his pilus.
Danny eyed the foliage, looking confused for some reason. He glanced at the bushes, and so shook his head. "Anyhow. What're you doing hither?"
"Well, I'm investigating for the Psychonauts, and--"
Danny gasped.
Raz preened. "That's right, the Psychonauts! And I'one thousand here to look into these rumors of... of..."
Danny wasn't paying attention to him, looking around worriedly before his gaze snapped to wait in the reverse direction as where his parents had gone.
"Hey, wait at the time," he said, talking quickly. "I gotta take care of something, but you tin can come dorsum afterwards I'g sureMomandDadwouldlovetohelp--"
He ran dorsum inside slamming the door. Raz blinked, then pressed his ear to the door.
"...look a minute, I tin't get out a kid out there!"
Raz stepped back as the door opened over again, Danny smiling nervously. "A-actually, why don't you expect inside? They'll be dorsum soon, I'chiliad sure."
He not-quite-pulled Raz inside and led him to the couch. "Okay, only mayhap you can respond my--"
"Can't! Homework!" Danny shouted as he ran upstairs.
Raz stared later him, then sighed. "Homo, I'm glad I never went to schoolhouse." He looked effectually the room. Information technology was all, oddly, in shades of bluish-light-green. The walls were blue, the furniture was blue, what little he could run across of the kitchen from here was almost light-green-yellowish. "These people really like their primary colors. And is that a metal plate?"
Indeed, at that place was a metal plate just... bolted over the plaster on one wall. A moving picture frame was hanging from one of the bolts. Weird.
Well, he inappreciably had room to judge other people'south decorating. He was in and out of his room at the Motherlobe and so oft he all the same hadn't decorated information technology in months.
Oh, hello. At that place was an open door with a staircase leading downward. A sign overhead read "lab." Maybe he could observe some useful information; after all, Sasha and Dr. Mentalis' labs were ever full of useful things.
He stood and was about to make his way downstairs when he felt... something... in the back of his listen. Razputin had been getting lots of practice at the various psychic powers, including the well-nigh basic ones like sensing emotions. He'd gotten to the bespeak that he could tell where Lili, Sasha and Milla were anywhere in the Motherlobe, and he could tell nigh of the interns apart without having to see them.
This was... kind of a pressure, but also muted? It felt like acrimony, but kind of aimless notwithstanding focused all at once... It was kind of disorienting actually, so Raz airtight his mental walls to cake it out. So he went in the direction he'd felt it coming from and looked out the window.
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Raz stared at the vaguely humanoid pile of meat shambling down the street.
It had glowing greenish eyes, pieces of miscellaneous meat floated in the air orbiting around it, flying out of open windows and doors and out of one unfortunate hot dog stand, whose vendor started weeping.
Raz ran outside, and it was pandemonium. People were running, cars abased.
The Meat Monster roared something incomprehensible, only nevertheless conspicuously meant to be words. The hot dog vendor wailed, property onto a string of hotdogs and trying vainly to proceed it from flight into the monster'south mass.
"Lousy ghosts!" he shouted, despair flipping to anger. "That's information technology! I'm moving to Tremorton!"
Raz boggled. "That'due south a--"
"Ghost!" some adult female screamed as she ran by.
The junior Agent stared. He idly watched as a rancid piece of ham floated slowly out of the Fenton Works building only to be rejected by the meat monster.
"...that doesn't expect like an echo to me..."
- #4
This was nice. It was so rare that he had the take chances to sit down and enjoy a good book. He really shouldn't have resisted Milla'south recommendations for so long. Clearly, being meant for children didn't mean they weren't worthwhile. Possibly he should render the favor and give her 1 of his favorites. Asimov'due south Norby: Robot For Hire, perchance? He bet she'd like that.
The jet'southward console beeped and Sasha marked his place before answering.
"Agent Nein reporting."
"Alright, Sasha darling, we're nigh prepare with all the decorations!" Milla's voice said cheerfully. "We should be set past the time you get dorsum."
Sasha stood, stretching. "Very well then. I'll go collect him. I'll let you lot know when we're close."
He turned the comm off and strode out of the jet, setting the alert as he left.
Reaching out with his mind, he found Raz'south signature fairly easily. The boy felt... he felt anxious? Stressed? Reading Razputin's mind had simply barely gotten easier with familiarity, and the distance was not helping. It well-nigh felt similar he was deliberately blocking his mind off...
Whatever it was, he was certain it would agree until Sasha establish him. Raz could take care of himself.
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Meat.
It had been months, and Raz had idea he'd done pretty well. He didn't gag when he ate hot dogs anymore, he was (commonly) able to enjoy steak without imagining writhing, and final month he and Coach were on a mission that took them through a butcher shop and neither of them freaked out even for a moment.
Raz thought he was over the Meat Circus, but apparently he wasn't considering his feet felt glued to the ground as the meat monster meandered in his management, senselessly knocking over street lights and cars. He watched in fascinated horror as a more and more meat streamed in from the surrounding houses. A human walked around the corner holding a sandwich, had the ham slip out from the bread and race towards the mass, and plow around to bustle away.
Raz... he had to do something, right? Only what could he do against that? Did he... did he cook the meat? His range with pyrokinesis still wasn't very skilful, and he didn't want to get whatever closer. But... he was a Psychonaut! A giant monster was kind of exterior his usual wheelhouse (in the real world anyway) merely if this was a ghost like that woman shouted, this was technically part of his mission.
...Perchance he could summon his classic and get him to fight it instead...
The monster roared, and suddenly a flash of black and white came from the top of the Fenton Works building and started flying circles around information technology.
"What the--"
"Hey!" The blur stopped, resolving into a... teenager with white hair and a one-piece, floating in the air. Another psychic? He cupped his hands to shout. "I thought the Truce lasted until after New Years!"
The monster roared, but more alarmingly it then spoke. "City Hall cancelled the annual New Years Barbeque! It'south a tradition!"
"Seriously? They cancelled considering you lot crashed it final year!" the teen retorted.
"They switched to gas grills! Charcoal produces a better flavor!" It--she? The voice almost sounded feminine--swiped at him suddenly and the teen didn't quite manage to become out the way in time, the glancing accident sending him spinning.
Raz blinked. The monster was mad about a barbeque? Weird. Nevertheless, at least this situation seemed taken care of. Maybe Raz wouldn't have to deal with the meat--
The meat ghost's left arm dissolved into a mass of sausage links, each whipping effectually like tentacles, and swung the arm at the teen. He was ensnared, not able to become out of the way when there was meat in every direction, and then she threw him into the ground.
He skidded across the street, flipping terminate over end. Raz jumped to the side, finally able to move again, to get out of the fashion as the teen crashed in the mailbox adjacent to him.
He rubbed his caput. "Ergh... Detest when she does that."
"Are you okay?!" Raz asked worriedly.
The teen'due south caput jerked equally he noticed Raz standing in that location. "Wha--I though I told you to wait--get out of here, kid!"
Raz frowned. "But I can help! Does cooking the meat exercise anything?"
"Uh, I don't think then?" the teen said, confused. Raz frowned. His vox was familiar... The teen shook his head. "It'south not like nosotros have a large enough microwa--get out of here!"
With that, the teen got to his anxiety and shot back into the air. Raz watched him punch the ghost, and he must have been stiff considering he actually knocked its--her--head to the side, just she didn't seem to be much more than annoyed past it. Several identifiable pieces of meat were knocked off, but the moment they touched the ground they started squirming back towards the primary mass.
Gross. Also, odd. Why weren't they flying now? Was the ghost too focused on fighting to pull the meat back quickly?
The fight seemed stalemated at the moment, and then Raz took a moment to call up. The teen--Raz only just noticed he was glowing, what was that about?--was just punching the monster, and all that meat was arresting the blows. Hey wait, the monster was glowing as well--no, focus!
"Well," he said out loud. "What tools exercise I have for finding out a foe's weakness?" Clairvoyance was unremarkably useful. Could information technology work on a ghost?
Just one way to find out.
Raz advisedly opened upwards his mental walls, wincing every bit that strange feeling came dorsum. Now that information technology was and so close, he could tell it was coming from the ghost, just that was promising. If it could affect him, it stood to reason he could affect it correct back. Reaching out, he pictured placing his astral manus on the dorsum of the monster's head--ugh, he could experience the meat--and and then sinking it behind its eyes.
"Oh wow that's a heck of a headache," Raz said, gritting his teeth. It was like being in PSY King's heed for the kickoff time again. Disorienting, confused... It was like wearing the wrong prescription of glasses. It was either too abrupt or besides blurry--in fact it was somehow both.
In fact it reminded him of something.
Another mission, 1 he'd gone on with Milla to investigate a Telly producer who'd been suspected of beingness a psychic stealing ideas from writers by pulling them directly out of their heads. Within the homo's mind, there was a place where at that place was a big television set representing how he read minds. In guild to focus on specific memories of him doing and so, Raz had had to tune the antennae. Once he caught on that they were at that place, he'd started tuning them himself to try and trap them.
Trying to connect to the ghost'southward mind felt a lot like that, similar he was... tuned in at the wrong frequency.
With that in mind, Raz pictured turning the dial on a radio, and then everything snapped into place, just in time to go a showtime-person view of getting punched in between the eyes.
Raz winced, simply then focused. Bizarrely, the ghost saw the world in shades of purple, green, bluish and gray. A ruby-red-bricked edifice Raz could encounter in the corner of her vision was a lite majestic, and... Oh, interesting. On the ground effectually the ghost, meat that had been knocked off of it was outlined in bright green.
"So she'due south enlightened of all the meat effectually her, that makes sense," Raz mused, simply then he noticed one flake was outlined in blood-red instead. "Is that... is that the rancid bologna from before?" It wasn't moving. And the monster was avoiding stepping on or well-nigh it.
Interesting.
The teen, who the ghost saw equally a starving child, hit information technology again, and Raz let himself get knocked out of its head. "And then maybe... if the food is inedible, the monster can't utilize it?"
He didn't need to cook the meat. He needed to scorch it.
He took a footstep forward, carefully avoiding the monster's legs and the teen'southward lasers--because that was apparently a affair he could exercise, never seen a dark-green psi-nail before--and focused on heat. Rut and burn down, and the monster'due south leg.
A hand rested on his shoulder, and Raz was startled out of his concentration.
"What are you doing here?!" some goth girl asked, trying to pull him abroad from the fight. "Information technology's besides dangerous, where are your parents?!"
"Somewhere in Kentucky, now let me focus! I'thou trying to help," Raz said, shaking her off.
The girl scoffed. "Kid, It'southward cool yous're a fan, simply Phantom can handle himself. He's fought this ghost earlier and you'll simply go in the--"
The monster'due south leg flare-up into flame, eliciting a startled scream from the ghost. She tried to pat information technology out while the teen--Phantom, patently--broke off, startled. Then Raz lit her arm on fire too. The mostly-uncooked meat hissed and snapped equally it cooked.
Raz was vaguely aware of the daughter recoiling in daze, and of a blackness teen emerging from a nearby alley, just he kept his focus on the fire.
"Ooh, something smells adept!" the newcomer declared.
Raz put more than power into it, and several hot dogs in the ghost's mass burst. The meat began to blacken.
"NOOOOOO!" the ghost said as clumps of ruined meat roughshod off of it, losing the glow as they did.
"No, the meat!"
"Can it, Tucker!"
"Canned meat is bad for you!" the ghost snapped, noticing them. Her glowing eyes focuses on Raz, who lowered his hand and tried to look like he had nothing to do with information technology. She scowled and held upwardly a manus to pound him, but Phantom restrained her, regaining her attending. She tried to twist and smack him, simply forgot her other hand was one-half-burned abroad and whiffed. Snarling, she took a moment to redistribute her mass, leaving Raz to set her on fire again. "How dare you lot! Don't you know that yous're wasting food?!"
Raz shrugged. "Y'all're walking on the footing. I wouldn't have eaten any of that anyway, the streets are filthy."
The ghost blinked, as though that had never occurred to her before. She lifted 1 leg and made a face at the pebbles and $.25 of leaves stuck to the bottom of her pes.
Phantom took advantage of the moment's distraction and blasted her again. Now that she was missing and so much meat, some of the touch got through.
Raz sighed, trying to fight a headache. He'd pushed harder than normal and now he was paying for it.
"Dude, what even was that? Are you a ghost as well?" the blackness teen asked.
Raz blinked, looking at him. "Do I expect similar a ghost to you?"
He shrugged. "Ghosts look similar a lot of things--expect out!"
All 3 of them pigeon out of the way equally one laser nail cut the meat ghost'south arm off and information technology landed where they had been continuing. Raz, unfortunately, dove towards the fight and then got swept up in the tide of meat equally it tried to rejoin the master mass.
The ghost looked surprised to discover itself holding him when its arm came back, then smiled nastily. "Well well well, if it isn't the arsonist. I'd similar to run into you spoil your dinner now!" Then the grinning turned more than genuine. "Would you like a cookie, little boy?"
Raz looked at the offered treat, held betwixt meaty, wet fingers. "Uh... I don't desire to spoil my dinner?"
"And so perish!"
"Only you just said--!"
Another blast of energy from Phantom splatted the monster'south head, sending it burbling in protest.
A second, red blast cut its arm off again, and Raz was lowered to the ground in a much friendlier grip.
Sasha'due south telekinesis set Raz down as the senior amanuensis sighed. "Razputin, how do you get into these messes?"
"I didn't accept anything to practise with this, Sasha! It just happened!"
Sasha made a sound of acknowledgement, and so focused on the monster in the process of reforming. Phantom was attempting to dig into the meat and pull something out. "A most unusual application of telekinesis, this," he noted. "Whoever this psychic is they must be fifty-fifty more than obsessed with meat than Oleander was."
"Sasha, no, that's a ghost!" Raz said.
He looked down at Raz, i eyebrow quirked. "This is hardly annihilation similar a psychic echo, Raz."
"That's what I said, but--"
Phantom succeeded in finding whatsoever he was digging for and grinned.
"DON'T YOU DARE--"
He permit loose one big blast that knocked something out of the middle of the mass, and without it the meat all collapsed into one disgusting pile.
Raz and Sasha both blinked in confusion at the older, plump woman who was floating in mid air. More importantly, they were taking in the red eyes and phosphorescent greenish pare. She growled at all of them.
"There are too many cooks in this kitchen!" With that said, she turned run into-through and flew through the nearest wall.
"Oh no you don't!" Phantom flew later on her, passing through a closed window without shattering it.
Sasha stared. He removed his glasses and inspected them, every bit though they had betrayed him. "I... am unaware of whatever psychic ability that grants intangibility."
Raz folded his arms. "Those were ghosts. Both of them, plain."
Sasha candy that, for long enough that Raz began to worry that he'd broken. Then he hung his head and sighed. "I'k going to take to brand a call for backup. I'm going to have to explicate this."
"Uh..."
Both of the agents looked over to see the two teens still standing there, focused on Sasha. "Yes, tin can I help you lot?"
They exchanged a look earlier the boy cleared his throat. "Are you a ghost?"
"Of course he is, Tucker, he's got dark-green skin!" the girl said.
"I am not, what does my peel color accept to do with--"
The RV Raz had seen the Fentons drive off all of a sudden came back around the corner, screaming to a end on the adjourn.
"I take an eye on the target!" The large orange man jumped out of the driver'southward seat and shouldered a massive argent... well, information technology wasn't clear what it was merely it was shaped like a gun. "Eat ectoplasm, ghost!"
Green goop splattered Sasha, knocking his spectacles off and extinguishing his cigarette. Zippo else happened.
There was an awkward silence as the man checked his weapon, confused. "Weird. That was supposed to brand any ghost so bloated and total that they barbarous unconscious."
Sasha sighed. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, brushed the goop off, and relit it with a thought. Then pulled a 2d pair of glasses out of his coat pocket.
This was non at all how he expected his day to go.
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Raz accepted his cup eagerly. He wasn't as bothered by the cold as most, but he'd never say no to chocolate.
"Information technology's of no consequence," Sasha said, adjusting his glasses. He gear up his mug directly on the coffee table, yet reading the papers in front of him. "I accept been through much worse than merely existence slimed. It isn't even the first time…"
Sasha grunted when the human who insisted they call him Jack patted him on the dorsum. Because Jack's hands were nearly the size of Sasha's torso, the smaller man aptitude double from the force of it, nearly losing his grip on the documents.
"You lot might want to get some sun, Nein! It's no wonder I thought you were a ghost, what with that deathly pallor!" Jack grinned.
"I am of more than employ in my lab."
"Oh no, I get you! Just you lot take to make time for the sun; you invent things also?"
"On occasion--"
"Then you have to become out in that location and do some field-testing! All-time way to get a tan."
Raz really wanted to inquire them most the jumpsuits. Mrs. Fenton'due south teal was fine, but that traffic-cone orange was an eyesore… He was careful not to retrieve that also loudly though. It would be rude to accidentally broadcast it.
A snort drew his attention to 1 of the teens, who'd come up into the Fenton's home with them. The girl, named Sam, smirked and leaned over to whisper.
"I know, right?"
Raz did non. "What?"
"The orange jumpsuit. Nosotros've tried to convince him to at least go for a darker shade, simply he won't budge." Sam shook her head. "I don't actually think I've ever seen him in annihilation else. He wore a tie once, but it was simply over his usual outfit."
Raz eyed the large man again, who was standing just slightly inside Sasha'south personal bubble. "...He at to the lowest degree has more than i, right?"
The black teen, Tucker, hummed. "You know, I've never asked? He has to, right?"
Raz shuddered, taking a sip of his cocoa to endeavour and take his mind off that mental image.
…
He smacked his lips. "This is… kind of an odd flavor. Kind of minty?"
Tucker frowned and sniffed his own mug. "Ooh. Might want to set that bated, I think some ectoplasm got into these."
Raz's eyes widened. "What?!"
The adults looked over at the burst, but Sam must take waved them off because they went back to their talk.
"Don't worry, kid, 1 sip's not going to hurt you lot. Ectoplasm is totally condom in small doses," she explained.
"It has to be," Tucker chimed in. He shrugged and continued drinking. "You can't get away from the stuff around here."
"I must say, Dr. Fenton--both of you," Sasha said when Jack and Maddie both looked up. "This is… fascinating." He waved the sheaf of papers. "I almost can't believe I've never heard of your ghost research before. Ectoplasm and post-human consciousness. I had thought a listen couldn't exist supported without a brain, only I don't know if we ever considered a new medium could sustain it just besides."
Maddie smiled. "Well, not just besides. Ghosts are barely sentient. They accept the memories of former humans, just the vast majority are trapped in old patterns of behavior."
"Nonetheless. This could exist a boon to my field." Sasha glanced over the research paper over again, looking at the appointment. "And this is from years agone! Why haven't I heard of this?"
Jack frowned. "I'm not sure, to be honest. We publish the papers and nothing comes of it. Nosotros don't even get letters from universities telling u.s. to finish sending letters anymore!"
Maddie rolled her eyes. "I doubtable, though I don't have proof, that the GIW are blocking information well-nigh ghosts from reaching the wider populace."
"Oh, I dubiety that," Sasha said. "The Ghost Investigation Wing is a laughingstock. Afterwards all, they spend millions hunting fairy tales when they could exist chasing real… ah." He considered that for a moment. "I see. Well, that's a idea for later."
"What is your field by the way, Mr. Nein?" Maddie asked. "Or is it Dr. Nein?"
"Either is fine. I am a… psychiatrist, of sorts."
Jack beamed. "Are you at present? I should introduce you to our girl, she'd honey to talk shop!"
"Possibly, perhaps," Sasha answered, noncommittal. "And then, this portal--"
Sasha?
Sasha and Raz both perked up. The Fentons looked dislocated, while Tucker and Sam looked around, worried.
Sasha darling, where are you? I was expecting you to call half an hour ago.
"Excuse me, I have a call," Sasha said, standing. "Wait here, Razputin."
He stood and walked into the next room. The Fentons shrugged and roughshod into a quieter conversation.
Raz felt himself being watched, and he turned to see the 2 teens watching him.
"...what?"
"Dude, is that actually your proper name?" Tucker asked.
"Aye? Why, what's wrong with it?" Raz said, slightly defensive.
"Wrong? Your name is Razputin Aquato. That'southward astonishing!"
Raz rubbed the back of his head. "I prefer Raz, please…" A thought occurred to him. "Oh hey, exercise you know what the deal with that affair before was?"
The teens looked at each other. "The matter?"
"With the ghost, and everything!"
"If you desire to talk about ghosts, you lot should talk to the Fentons," Sam said. It sounded most automatic.
"They didn't show up until it was over," Raz insisted. "What was with the meat monster? Why meat? And what about that other teenager? Yous called him Phantom?"
"Phantom?!" Jack yelled.
The kids jumped when the homo suddenly loomed over them.
"Phantom was there?! Why didn't you kids say annihilation?"
"We didn't exactly get a ch--" Tucker began, but Raz talked over him.
"Yous know nigh him? He seemed pretty cool, saving everyone from the monster."
Maddie scoffed. "'Saving.'" She shook her head and gave Raz that sweet grinning that told him she was nearly to condescend to him. "Mr. Aquato, Phantom is a ghost, and ghosts aren't 'cool' or 'heroic.' You'd best steer clear of him."
"We'll take care of that ghost!" Jack declared. "One time we finally catch him."
Raz blinked. "And so… he's not a psychic?"
Maddie laughed. "Oh sweetie. Psychics aren't real."
There was a sound, and everyone turned to see Sasha continuing in the doorway, having dropped the papers.
"Excuse me, I can't possibly have heard you correctly," he said dully. "Did y'all but say psychics aren't real?"
"Of course they aren't," Maddie said. "There'south just no proof that the human mind tin can produce that kind of ability, and if it could the brain wouldn't be able to handle the strain. Ghosts, at present, those are much more conceivable by comparison."
Sasha stared at her for a long moment.
...Sasha?
"Excuse me, Milla, I need to call you back." Sasha held his hand out and the papers flew back into his hand from the ground. "Someone is wrong nigh psychics, and I aim to correct information technology."
The Fentons stared at the papers in his manus. Jack slowly lifted an ecto-gun into view.
"Don't fifty-fifty retrieve about it," Sasha said.
Raz felt a poke against his mind, and he turned to run into a lanky teen coming upwards the stairs from the basement. It was the same guy who'd permit Raz in before before the meat matter.
"Uh…" he said, taking the state of affairs in. "What did I just walk into?"
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Milla frowned to herself. That didn't audio good. "Oh no… that's the tone Sasha uses when he'due south found a new projection…"
"Vodello, what'southward wrong?" Hollis asked. "Where are Razputin and Nein?"
Milla shook her head. "You lot won't believe me if I tell you…"
"Try me."
"Let me gauge," Ford said, rolling his optics. "Raz has stumbled into nevertheless another massive conspiracy. Or meliorate nevertheless, he found a real ghost."
Milla was silent.
Ford blinked. "No. No, he didn't, because ghosts aren't real."
"...Sasha seemed convinced," Milla said quietly.
Ford looked to the ground. "...damn child needs to stop shaking my worldview, I'm likewise former for this to keep happening to me." He snapped his fingers. "Or better nonetheless, I bet they ran into a cache of Psitanium after all and got all bamboozled. Guess we gotta go pick'em upwards."
He strode off, muttering to himself.
Hollis and Milla watched him go, awkwardly.
"So," Milla said. "Practise we need to move the party to them, or wait, or what practise we exercise?"
Hollis took a deep breath. "...I'm non as optimistic as Amanuensis Cruller. I doubt they found ghosts, but knowing Raz he had to have found something. The party'south probably a bust."
Milla looked over her shoulder at the interns' classroom, where streamers and psy-based decorations were everywhere and people milled around waiting for the birthday boy to show upward. Oleander kept sending hungry looks at the cake.
"Of grade, someone's going to have to tell everyone," Hollis connected. "Milla, would you--" She turned to find the Amanuensis nowhere in sight. "Milla!"
Her shout drew anybody'southward attention. She sighed and drew herself upwardly to be equally dignified as possible.
"Great, go out me with the muddy work as usual. Bad news everyone!"
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The Lunch Lady grumbled to herself, wiping some dust off of her apron.
"Would it impale that deviling to clean the thermos out every at present and then? That's not sanitary, someone could get sick! How dare he treat his food storage like that!" She already had an idea of what to complain nearly next time they fought.
"My Lady!"
Lunch Lady's eyes lit up and she turned. "Boxy!" She pulled the man into a hug. "Are you on your style out, dear?"
"I am!" he declared. "The world shall gustatory modality my corrugated terror!" He paused. "Are you alright, Tiffin? The ghost child didn't hurt yous, did he?"
"No more than normal…" She scowled. "You might want to wait a bit longer, though. Phantom has some new helpers, I think. That brat burnt my meat to a crisp!"
"A ghost with fire powers?" the Box Ghost asked. His eyes widened. "My boxes cannot handle fire! It is I who am doomed! Wait no, the only ghost who goes out the portal with burn powers is Ember, and she hates the ghost child."
"Not a ghost. A little brat. I don't know how he did information technology, but he set me on fire with his mind."
The Box Ghost scowled. "...That sounds familiar to me, in some way I practice not know…" He shook himself, flight so that he was a head taller than the Lunch Lady. "Fear non, my Lady Luncheon, for I, The Box Ghost! Shall avenge y'all and your barbeque! No weird child shall stand up in my fashion!"
Tiffin smiled. "Aw, you lot're sweet. Would you care for a slice of pie?"
"Ooh, what flavor?"
- #vi
KFSCrimson looked over this for me, thanks Crim!
I'm taking a intermission from my big projects to try doing shorter, snappy fics in the Ao3 manner. Nosotros'll come across how the experiment pans out!
- #seven
forrad?Considering Jack's hands were near the size of Sasha's torso, the smaller homo bent double from the force of it, near losing his grip on the documents.
Oh yeah, information technology was mentioned in notes that original programme was to brand Sam a psychic. Gauge that means Void is running with thought and she picked up on Raz'southward manual.Raz really wanted to enquire them well-nigh the jumpsuits. Mrs. Fenton's teal was fine, merely that traffic-cone orange was an eyesore… He was careful not to remember that besides loudly though. It would exist rude to accidentally broadcast information technology.A snort drew his attention to one of the teens, who'd come up into the Fenton's dwelling house with them. The girl, named Sam, smirked and leaned over to whisper.
"I know, right?"
Raz did not. "What?"
"The orange jumpsuit. We've tried to convince him to at least go for a darker shade, but he won't budge." Sam shook her caput. "I don't really call back I've ever seen him in anything else. He wore a necktie once, merely information technology was merely over his usual outfit."
ghost research?"I almost can't believe I've never heard of your ghosts before.
Of course we know this is false, simply to be fair not like Fentons went out of way to talk to a ghost.Maddie smiled. "Well, not just equally well. Ghosts are barely sentient. They have the memories of former humans, but the vast majority are trapped in old patterns of behavior."
Hehehe, Sasha at present realizing he might have to take a rival system seriously and they were right about stuff.Maddie rolled her optics. "I doubtable, though I don't have proof, that the GIW are blocking information about ghosts from reaching the wider populace.""Oh, I doubt that," Sasha said. "The Ghost Investigation Fly is a laughingstock. After all, they spend millions hunting fairy tales when they could be chasing real… ah." He considered that for a moment. "I run into. Well, that'south a thought for afterward."
Hehehe, at least Sasha and Raz are rattling their worldview too."Excuse me, Milla, I need to call you back." Sasha held his manus out and the papers flew back into his manus from the ground. "Someone is wrong nearly psychics, and I aim to right it."The Fentons stared at the papers in his manus. Jack slowly lifted an ecto-gun into view.
"Don't fifty-fifty call back nearly it," Sasha said.
I imagine that just like Hellboy's organisation while Psychonauts are not a total hugger-mugger they don't advertise very much and psychics are rare enough most people think they are myth.
Heck, both organizations even brand comics of their adventures that is assumed fiction past most!
Shaking worldviews is what young are useful for!Ford looked to the ground. "...damn kid needs to stop shaking my worldview, I'grand likewise old for this to keep happening to me."
- #8
Just I think that they can really benefit from studying both ghosts and psychics along Sasha.
I can't help only feel that there is some kind of conspiracy going on and that's why they never heard of each other's fields of study.
In any example we already have a couple of futurity antagonists to look forwards to, I practice wonder if more than volition come up out of town.
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Autistic Lover of LOLs
- #nine
I wonder what that was all about? We'll just have to wait and run into!
The fact that they were wrong virtually psychics, maybe that will help Maddie open to the idea that she has Ghost Racism.
- #10
"Pie flavor!" *guitar sounds*Lunch smiled. "Aw, you're sweet. Would you treat a piece of pie?""Ooh, what season?"
- #xi
It is inevitable.
Lol.
- #12
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- #15
My ane negative about this story, is it's even so another fic to share your attention betwixt amidst all of the other fics you lot write that I'm waiting on the edge of a seat waiting for y'all to update.
- #16
My 1 negative about this story, is it'southward yet another fic to share your attention betwixt among all of the other fics you write that I'm waiting on the border of a seat waiting for you to update.
If I knew how to stop making new stories, I notwithstanding wouldn't.
- #17
If I knew how to stop making new stories, I still wouldn't.
It kind of feels when you lot (I) open up up a bunch of tabs with youtube videos., And you say yous have to picket them all but instead of starting with the first one y'all opened you showtime with the last ane yous opened.
Everytime I see you lot've updated something I say "He'southward updated Fiddling Owl!?"
"No. He'south made something entirely new once again."
"...*Sigh* Great. Now I take 'yet another' fic to adore."
- #18
It'southward like yous tin can't bring yourself to detest what he makes or the way he is... but it nevertheless drives you up a wall.It kind of feels when you lot (I) open up a bunch of tabs with youtube videos., And yous say you have to watch them all simply instead of starting with the starting time one you opened you start with the last one you lot opened.Everytime I run across y'all've updated something I say "He's updated Little Owl!?"
"No. He'due south made something entirely new again."
"...*Sigh* Great. Now I take 'yet another' fic to adore."
- #19
NullenVoid what bespeak in testify timeline is this?
- #twenty
I am curious if you tin Astral projection into a ghost'southward mind and what minds they wait like.NullenVoid what signal in bear witness timeline is this?
Danny is 16. We're somewhere in season 3, earlier Dani's second return, only I haven't decided whether it'south before or after he gets his ice powers.
I'thousand leaning earlier though, because then the Zanottos become to meet Undergrowth.
- #21
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- #23
I dear the thought that there's a possible conspiracy to cover up ghosts to the wider public, only the Fentons are simply somehow ignorant of not only the world famous psychic criminal offense fighting arrangement (a grouping with recognized international backing) but psychics in general."Of course they aren't," Maddie said. "There's but no proof that the human mind can produce that kind of ability, and if it could the brain wouldn't be able to handle the strain. Ghosts, now, those are much more believable by comparing."Sasha stared at her for a long moment.
...Sasha?
"Excuse me, Milla, I demand to call yous dorsum." Sasha held his paw out and the papers flew dorsum into his hand from the ground. "Someone is wrong about psychics, and I aim to right it."
And I totally believe they are that stupid.
- #24
I always assumed Psychonauts were more than like Hellboy's BPRD. Not a secret, but too not advertised and rare enough to interact with that most people presume they are myth, heck fifty-fifty True Psychic Tales is based on their missions same way Hellboy comics are supposed to be but nearly people accept them every bit pure fiction.I love the idea that there's a possible conspiracy to cover up ghosts to the wider public, just the Fentons are just somehow ignorant of not only the world famous psychic crime fighting organisation (a group with recognized international backing) just psychics in general.And I totally believe they are that stupid.
We know lore in first and 2d games there are people out there that assume psychics are fake too even when proof of them exists and outside of Amity Park not a lot of people believe in ghosts either.
Heck, given their overall mission is to destroy anything paranormal could be that GIW actively limit info on Psychonauts as well.
- #25
Oh it's possible, in this case it's simply egregious considering of the Fentons research on the paranormal, ghost specific or not. It makes the whole affair amusing.I always assumed Psychonauts were more similar Hellboy'southward BPRD. Non a undercover, but also not advertised and rare enough to interact with that well-nigh people assume they are myth, heck even True Psychic Tales is based on their missions same way Hellboy comics are supposed to be just most people take them as pure fiction.We know lore in start and second games there are people out there that assume psychics are fake too even when proof of them exists and outside of Amity Park non a lot of people believe in ghosts either.
Heck, given their overall mission is to destroy annihilation paranormal could be that GIW actively limit info on Psychonauts as well.
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