The sight was pretty unimpressive, all things considered. A two-story suburban home, very appropriate for an entitled white kid like Danny. It had all the modern amenities expected of a 21st century home, the entire place so aggressively normal that it could almost make one wonder if Danny really did come from a haunted town.
But Aku wouldn't have had long to wonder any of these things. Not with the humming ecto-gun aimed at his face, and the fat man in an orange jumpsuit all too happy to wield it.
"HONEY, WE HAVE A CODE GREEN! LOCK THE PLACE DOWN!"
"YOU'VE GOT IT, JACK!"
And instantly, the doors and windows seemed to all be slammed shut. Metal shutters appearing out of nowhere, a klaxon alarm blaring all around. The entire house seemed to come to life, weaponry coming out of every crack, every surface seemingly coated in some kind of green glow.
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But Aku wouldn't have had long to wonder any of these things. Not with the humming ecto-gun aimed at his face, and the fat man in an orange jumpsuit all too happy to wield it.
"HONEY, WE HAVE A CODE GREEN! LOCK THE PLACE DOWN!"
"YOU'VE GOT IT, JACK!"
And instantly, the doors and windows seemed to all be slammed shut. Metal shutters appearing out of nowhere, a klaxon alarm blaring all around. The entire house seemed to come to life, weaponry coming out of every crack, every surface seemingly coated in some kind of green glow.
"Any last words, ghost?"