Here we see students shuffle between classes, lockers clatter open and shut. The camera pans to Marcella, Sam, and Danny walking down the hallway. Luna, her sleek ghost cat, trots beside them, tail flicking. Marcy’s hair gleams in the light, gold streaks swaying with each confident step. Her aquamarine eyes are a bit tired, but focused. A faint trace of ectoplasmic shimmer lingers on her skin like heat haze—residue from a ritual still recovering.

Luna: *soft meow* She hops up into Marcy’s arms and nudges her cheek affectionately.

Marcella: *grinning tiredly* Thanks, Luna.

Luna uses her small ghostly claws to gently hook a bottle of orange juice from Marcella’s bag, nudging it into her hand.

Marcella: *unscrewing the bottle* You always got my back.

Without hesitation, she downs the entire bottle of orange juice in one smooth gulp. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, exhales loudly—

Marcella: Ahhh… better.

She tosses the empty bottle over her shoulder—clean shot into the RECYCLING BIN.

San: Geez, Marcy… that’s like your tenth bottle today. What are you, made of citrus?

Danny: *tilting his head* Yeah, you okay? You’re usually more... you know, "tea with vampire elegance."

Marcella: *stretching her arms and cracking her neck* I’m fine. I just lost a lot of ectoplasma with that summon I did a few days ago. Still patching myself together.

Danny: *chuckling* That explains why you slept through all of Sunday. Jazz thought you were in a sugar coma.

Marcella: *rolling her eyes* I was so drained, I didn’t even move. Luna had to bathe my face just to wake me up.

Luna meows again and gently nuzzles Marcella’s chin. She instinctively scratches behind Luna’s ear while smiling softly.

Marcella: *baby voice, affectionate* Aww, don’t worry Luna. Mama Marcella will always be there for you.

Luna purrs and hops down, trotting happily alongside the group.

San: *raising an eyebrow* Okay, but like… why the OJ diet? Are you turning into a Floridian or something?

Marcella: *matter-of-factly* To make new blood, duh. Drinking orange juice helps the body build more blood. Basic vampire biochemistry.

San: *blinking* Wait—that’s still a thing?

Marcella: Yup. It’s a thing. Vitamin C plus sugar? It's like intravenous bliss to a recovering vamp-ghost.

Danny: *grinning* Huh… good to know. But seriously, what kind of summon did you do?

Marcella stops walking for a moment. Her tone turns more serious, her aquamarine eyes catching the flicker of hallway light.

Marcella: It’s called The Deadly Sin. *pauses* A ritual of the Umbra Witches—forbidden, even among them. It lets Infernal Demons ascend to a higher level of strength... by feeding them a piece of your soul. Or in my case, a portion of my blood. It’s not just summoning anymore. It’s... transformation.

As she speaks, a brief flashback overlay appears—Marcella in ritual stance, arms out, bathed in crimson and violet light, Simoon blades levitating, and her chest glowing faintly as she offers her energy to the massive batlike demon MICTLANTECUHTLI. The demon roars and shifts into a monstrous, burning-winged form.

Marcella: *V.O.* The demon becomes a reflection of your truest, most uninhibited strength. But… it comes at a cost.

Back in the hallway:

San: *impressed but disturbed* Wow... that’s… dark. And that’s me saying that.

Danny: *nodding slowly* Yeah. Sounds crazy powerful. But dangerous too.

Marcella: *groaning with a hand on her lower back* Ugh, trust me. Afterward, I felt like someone drained me and left me out in the sun. I was walking beef jerky. Spicy beef jerky.

San: *dryly* Well, if you keel over from a vitamin C overdose, don’t expect me to carry your glittery ghost butt to the nurse's office.

Danny: *smiling* Hope you feel better soon, though. Casper High’s weird enough without you crashing through the ceiling mid-lecture again.

Marcella: *smirking* No promises.

The Bell rings as the trio starts walking again, students rushing around them.

Danny: *casual* So... study group later?

Marcella: Only if we have snacks. I’m burning through calories like a hummingbird on Red Bull.

Luna lets out a tiny, proud meow, as if offering to help again.

San: *smirking at Luna* At least one of you is reliable.

Marcella and the others  head to their next class, hallway bustling with student chatter and lockers slamming.

Later on, the Camera opens on San, Danny, Marcella, and Luna exiting their last class of the day. The bell rings in the background. Students fill the hallway as they walk toward the main exit.

Marcella: *glancing around, curious* Hey... where’s Tucker?

San: *shrugs, adjusting her backpack* No clue. He mumbled something earlier about "securing college funds" and dashed off.

Marcella: *raising a brow, half-sarcastic* But... that’s years away. Although, I guess it’s never too early to prep.

They walk toward the cafeteria. Marcella’s long black-and-gold hair sways with each step. Luna pads beside her, tail upright and curious. As they round the corner and see The cafeteria is unusually crowded... and buzzing with excitement. Nearly every GIRL in school is gathered in a semicircle around Tucker FOLEY, who’s confidently seated behind a table decorated with glitter and a shiny banner that reads:“THE TUCKER FOLEY FUND – WIN A DATE WITH SILVER SABLE! PROCEEDS TO CHARITY!”

Tucker adjusts his shades, grinning ear to ear, then holds up a wooden gavel.

Tucker: *booming voice* Who’ll open the bidding? Remember, folks—it’s for a good cause!

Marcella blinks, taken aback.

Marcella: *reading aloud* “The Tucker Foley College Fund?”

Luna: *perched beside her, tilting head*

Meow?

Marcella: *turns to Danny, unimpressed* Danny. Explanation.

Danny: *awkward smile* Tucker did some digging. Apparently... you’re trending.

Marcella: *blinks* I am?

Danny: Yep. “Silver Sable” is more popular than Danny Phantom right now. I mean, you did vaporize a trio of angelic enforcers midair last week... someone posted it on YouGhost.

Marcella: *light chuckle, brushing a gold strand from her face* Heh, yeah... that probably did it.

San: *crossing arms, deadpan* Marcy, how could you let Tucker auction off a date with your ghost-powered secret identity?

Danny: *nodding* Seriously, that is so not cool.

Marcella: *hands raised defensively* Hey, hey it’s for charity! You know how I feel about that. *beat, sees San’s withering stare* ...But yeah, okay, point taken. I’ll talk to him—

Tucker slams the gavel down, grinning like a showman.

Tucker: Sold! To Paulina!

Paulina: *from the crowd, gleeful* Yes! I knew manifesting would work!

Camera pans to Marcella, her aquamarine eyes widening with soft shimmer, heart-shaped sparkles in her irises.

Marcella: *soft gasp, dreamy voice* That I’d love a date with the girl of my dreams...

San double-takes between Marcella and Paulina. Her eye twitches. Her fists clench slightly. Her mind flashes to Paulina tied to a ghost train track in a very cathartic fantasy. She snarls under her breath—

San: *voice cracking with venomous sarcasm*

Oh... great.

Just then, a faint rustling and floating is heard above the ketchup station. The camera pans up to reveal—

Box Ghost: *ominously perched, holding a box of ketchup packets* I AM THE BOX GHOST! MASTER OF ALL... CONDIMENT CONTAINERS!

Nobody pays attention.

Cut to Tucker counting his thick wad of money, smug.

Tucker: *grinning* So... jealous?

San: *without looking at him* Of Paulina? Never.

Luna: *tail flicks, low meow that sounds almost

judgmental* Meow.

The camera pans back to Marcella still surrounded by imaginary pink hearts, Luna now perched on her shoulder, licking her ear.

Marcella: *to herself* I mean… she did call me her dream girl…

The Box Ghost slips on ketchup, girls argue over bidding, and San’s eyebrow twitches harder as Camera holds on San, narrowing her eyes at Paulina, who’s daydreaming with hearts around her head, whispering “Silver Sable...” dreamily to herself.

San: *muttering to herself* Ghost powers, fine. Secret identity, fine. Paulina?! Unforgivable.

Later after school at Fenton Works, In Marcella's room, Her room is stylish yet comfortably gothic, decorated with candles, lush plants, books on witchcraft, and a few glowing relics humming with infernal power. Luna lies curled up on the bed, tail flicking. Marcella stands at her full-length mirror, brushing her hair as golden streaks shimmer under the warm lighting.

Danny and TUCKER sit on a nearby couch, half-sunk in it. Danny’s holding a can of soda. Tucker is fiddling with his PDA.

Danny: *grinning* Congrats on the date, Marcy.

Marcella: *giddy, hugging herself and rocking on her heels* Thanks, Danny! *giggles, eyes sparkling* Oh man, this is so awesome! I finally have a date with Paulina! She actually wants to go out with me!

TUCKER: *smirking, tapping the PDA off* No need to thank me, Marcella. You’re welcome.

Marcella: *turns, walks over and ruffles his hat affectionately* Oh, and thanks, Tuck. You actually came up with a non-awkward, non-creepy way for me to ask out Paulina. *blushes slightly* That’s like, a miracle.

TUCKER: *confident* Anytime, girl. I’m a Foley. I get results. Now get out there and do your thing.

Marcella turns to the dresser, picking up a shiny red, heart-shaped box of chocolates wrapped in gold ribbon.

Marcella: Good thing I got this heart box of chocolates. That’s what human girls like, right?

Danny: *nods with a casual shrug* In my experience? Yeah. Chocolate’s a safe bet. Just don’t melt it mid-ghost flight.

Marcella: *grinning* Noted.

Marcella steps back from the mirror, takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes. Her body begins to shimmer with ghostly energy. The red oval on her tank top glows as she transforms—her skin tone still deep brown, but now her aquamarine eyes blaze into glowing red, her hair shifts from black and gold to flowing black and silver, her sneakers darken with ethereal blue-gray shimmer. She’s now in her vampire ghost form—imposing, powerful, and radiant.

Marcella: *spinning slightly, posing* So… how do I look?

TUCKER: *blinking* Uhh… the same?

Marcella: *facepalms, groaning* Ugh… boys. Should’ve just asked Jazz.

Luna: *leaps onto her shoulder, meows sassily*

Mrrroww.

Marcella: *tilting her head at Luna* See? Even Luna gets it.

Marcella breathes in deeply, stands tall, holding the box of chocolates to her chest.

Marcella: Okay. I’m ready.

With one smooth, ethereal motion, she phases intangible and floats through the ceiling like mist, leaving a brief after-image trail of crimson light behind.

SFX: WHOOSH… faint wind rustle and chime echoes

Danny: *watching the trail fade* Still blows my mind how smooth she is now.

TUCKER: *grinning, counting on fingers* Half-vampire, half-ghost, all hot, confident, and trending. *leans back, smug* I give it twenty minutes before Paulina’s in love.

Danny: *half-laughing* More like twenty seconds.

They fist bump, fade out to Marcella streaking across the skies of Amity Park like a crimson comet was she  zips between rooftops, dodging birds, streetlamps, and glowing briefly under the moonlight. She clutches the chocolate box tight, hair streaming behind her. Her expression is focused… then nervous… then she smiles.

Marcella: *to herself, softly* You got this, Marcella Belladonna. Just a date with the girl of your dreams who happens to be the reincarnation of your dead wife. Nothing could possibly go wrong…

Later that night, the scene opens with a panoramic view of Amity Park under a star-studded sky. Marcella, in her vampire ghost form, gracefully flies through the air, her long, silver-streaked hair flowing behind her. Paulina clings to her, eyes wide with exhilaration.

Paulina: *laughing joyfully* Woo-hoo! This is sooo cool!

Marcella: *smiling* Glad you're enjoying it. Just to be clear, there are no barf bags on Air Sable.

Paulina: *giggling* Aye aye, Captain Ghost Girl.

Marcella: *chuckling* Still doesn't roll off the tongue like Silver Sable, but it's cool by me.

Marcella's eyes sparkle as she remembers something.

Marcella: Oh yeah, I got you something.

She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

Paulina: *surprised* For me?

Marcella: Just a little something to say—

Suddenly, a box bursts open nearby, and the BOX GHOST emerges, holding a crate labeled "Ketchup."

BOX GHOST: *booming* BEWARE! I AM THE BOX GHOST!

Startled, Marcella accidentally lets go of Paulina, who begins to fall.

Paulina: *screaming* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Marcella dives after her, catching her in a bridal carry just in time.

Marcella: *relieved* Just what this date needs! An annoying ghost who haunts boxes!

She turns to the Box Ghost, eyes glowing red.

Marcella: Good thing Box Ghost isn't the only one with powers.

Marcella fires an ice blast from her eyes, encasing the Box Ghost in ice. The crate of ketchup slips from his grasp, tumbling toward Paulina.

Paulina: *alarmed* Watch out!

Marcella quickly opens a portal, redirecting the falling ketchup elsewhere.

Paulina: *sighing in relief* Phew, thanks, Silver. That would have been horrible.

Marcella: Anytime. Tomatoes would definitely not look good on you.

Paulina: *giggling* You got that right. But why was that sales guy holding that crate of ketchup?

Marcella: Huh, that I don't know, but he's long gone now. So how about we continue our date?

Paulina: I say yes.

She hugs Marcella's arm affectionately.

Marcella: *blushing* Um, heh, thanks. Sorry about the chocolates, though.

Paulina: Aww, it's okay. You're the only sweet treat I want.

Marcella: *blushing deeper* I… uh… heh… th-thanks…

They walk off together, Paulina still hugging Marcella's arm.

Meanwhile behind a tree, we see Sam watches the scene unfold from behind a tree, arms crossed and scowling.

Sam: *grumbling* Grrr…! Come on! Boxy, you had one job! Could this get any worse?!

Suddenly, the portal reopens above her, and the redirected ketchup splashes down, covering her.

Sam: *exasperated* Gah! I just had to say it… Well, it's not like those two are actually made for each other. They'll have a horrible date. I just know it.

She wipes ketchup from her face, muttering under her breath.

We later see qla neon signs buzz softly as Marcella and Paulina sit at an outdoor table with milkshakes. Paulina dips a fry in her vanilla shake with a mischievous grin.

Paulina: *playfully* I swear, if you judge me for this, I’ll haunt you myself.

Marcella: *grinning, sipping her shake* No judgment here. I drink ectoplasm and blood. I’m not one to talk.

They both laugh as Marcela brushes a silver-streaked bang from her face. Sam is seen spying from behind a bush, talking into a ghostly earpiece.

Sam:  *whispering* Okay. Operation “Date Disruptor” is in effect. Phase one: stink bomb in the napkin dispenser...

She throws a small device—only for it to bounce off a lamppost and land squarely at her feet. FFFZZZ—POOF!

Sam: *coughing, covered in green fog* Gah! Skulker’s gym socks... why?!

In a nearby arcade, we see bright lights flash as Marcella and Paulina play a co-op shooter game. Marcella’s reflexes are vamp-fast, and Paulina is matching her pace with surprising skill.

Paulina: *in the zone* Eat laser, alien scum!

Marcella: *grinning* Dang, Paulina, remind me never to get between you and a high score.

Behind them, Sam, now wearing a hoodie and sunglasses, tries to overload the machine remotely using a ghost-tech app. But Luna the ghost cat sneaks up and chews through her wires. Sparks fly.

Sam: *quiet scream* Luna! No! Bad kitty! I will haunt your litter box!

Luna calmly licks her paw and strolls away like royalty.

Meanwhile at the Amity Park boardwalk, Marcella and Paulina walk side by side, sharing a candied apple. Paulina leans on Marcella’s arm.

Paulina: So, does every ghost date end with surprise attacks and ketchup rain?

Marcella: *smiling* Only if you’re dating me. Comes with the vamp package.

Suddenly, Sam rigs a haunted carnival prize stand to launch slime at them. She presses the remote.

Sam: *sliding sunglasses down* Let’s see you get cozy now—WHOA!

The machine misfires, spinning around and dousing Sam in purple slime instead. A group of kids laugh.

Kid #1 Hey lady, you lost the costume contest already!

Sam: *grumbling* I am surrounded by incompetence and goo…

Inside a photo booth, Marcy and Paulina duck into a retro photo booth. A series of flashes go off:

Photo 1: Both smiling.

Photo 2: Paulina kisses Marcy’s cheek, Marcy blushes.

Photo 3: Marcy makes a goofy face, Paulina sticks out her tongue.

Photo 4: They lean into each other, laughing.

Outside the booth, Sam tries to hijack the film roll with a ghost wire — but it zaps her instead, leaving her hair frizzy and singed.

Sam: *voice twitchy with frustration* Why won’t the universe cooperate?!

Meanwhile at a nearby rooftop garden, Marcella and Paulina float up to a secluded rooftop garden overlooking the glowing city. Lanterns float gently in the breeze.

Paulina: *softly*I never thought a ghost girl would give me my best night ever.

Marcella: *eyes glowing, bashful smile* I never thought anyone would call me a “best anything.”

They slowly lean closer, about to kiss when—

Sam: *offscreen, from nearby vent* *bitter whisper* Come on! You were supposed to trip on the rose petals!

The vent collapses, dropping Sam right into a fountain below with a SPLASH. Marcella doesn’t even look back.

Marcella: *smirking* Was that the wind, or the sound of karma?

Paulina: *laughs, holding Marcy’s hand* Let’s just say it was the wind.

They lean in again  as the screen fades to stars as their silhouettes are lit by the moonlight.

Later on, The stars glimmer overhead. A soft breeze rustles the trees as Marcella and Paulina approach Paulina’s front door. Marcella is still in her vampire ghost form—striking red eyes, silver-streaked hair, glowing faintly as she floats down beside Paulina.

Paulina: *sincerely, soft smile* I had an amazing time tonight, Silver Sable.

Marcella:  *grinning* Me too, Paulie. Still can’t believe you got the high score on that alien invasion game. That and—wait—you actually play video games?

Paulina: *giggles, brushing her hair back* Thanks! Just one of the many secrets I don’t tell anyone. Well... except Star and you, of course.

Paulina glances at Marcella with a subtle sparkle in her eyes.

Paulina: *V.O.* And I especially know that it’s you, Marcella.

Marcella raises a brow teasingly, arms crossing under her bust.

Marcella: Well, everyone’s got their secrets. But I gotta ask... why do you stick around with those guys at school? I mean, they’re kinda—

Paulina: *sighs, cutting her off* —Complete jerks?

Marcella: *nods* Yeah. And... I’m guessing that’s not really you, huh?

Paulina looks down, fiddling with her keys before answering.

Paulina: No. It’s not. I just... I pretend to be vain and shallow because it’s what everyone expects of me. What they want me to be. *pauses* But not Marcella. She’s... different. She treats me like a real person. So does Valerie... and Star too, in her own way.

Marcella’s expression softens.

Marcella: Well, sounds like you’re one lucky girl to have friends like that… *small smile* And me too.

Paulina: *blushes slightly* Really?

Marcella: Absolutely. You’re not some shallow popular girl, Paulina. You’re a kind-hearted, amazing person… *earnest* Someone I’d gladly spend every minute with. I’d even take a bullet for you.

Paulina's eyes widen. A small, bashful laugh escapes her lips as she steps closer.

Paulina: Aww... Thanks, Silver Sable.

Marcella: *smiling back* Anytime.

Paulina: Well... before you go... there’s one last thing I want to give you.

Marcella: *tilting head* Oh? What’s that?

Without warning, Paulina grabs Marcella gently by the sides of her face and kisses her full on the lips. The world goes still—moonlight glinting on their figures, a soft wind stirring Paulina’s hair.

From the shadows nearby, SAM spies the moment through binoculars—eyes widening in utter shock.

Sam: *whisper-yelling* Oh come on!

Back at the door, Paulina slowly pulls away. Marcella is completely dazed—cheeks flushed, red eyes wide behind her glasses.

Marcella: *dreamy tone* Wooah... mama...

Paulina: *giggling* Guess you enjoyed my gift?

Marcella: *still dazed* Y-Yeah... uh, I should get going… Stay safe!

Paulina: *smiling warmly* I will, ghost vampire girl.

Marcella, still flustered, flies off with a dreamy heart-shaped puff of ecto-cloud trailing behind her. She turns a corner and—

SFX: CRASH!!

—slams straight into a billboard with a comedic THUMP.

Marcella: *O.S.* *offscreen* I’m okay!

Paulina: *wincing, then giggling* She’s so cute.

Paulina walks inside with a lovestruck sigh.

Meanwhile in Paulina's living room, Carlos, Paulina’s dad, steps into the room in slippers and a robe, concerned.

Carlos: Mi cielo, are you okay?! Did she—?

Paulina: *grinning* Relax, Papa. I’m fine. And no, she didn’t try anything… *pauses* Though... I did kiss her.

Carlos: *on edge* On the cheek?

Paulina: *lying sweetly* Yes, on the cheek. *In her head* It was on the lips. She tastes like vanilla...

Paulina: *stretching* Well, I’ve got school tomorrow. Gonna head to bed. *kisses his cheek* Goodnight, Papa.

Carlos: *smiling, still suspicious* Goodnight, sweetie.

Meanwhile, back at Fenton Worms, The door swings open. Marcella, now in her human form, steps inside, her long black and gold hair swaying. Luna trots up to her, tail flicking.

Marcella: *sighing dreamily* Hey... I’m home...

Danny, lounging on the couch with a soda, raises an eyebrow.

Danny: Hey, so how was the big date?

Marcella: *leaning against the door dramatically* Amazing. Sure, there was a ghost attack in the middle of dinner, but… *sliding down the door* It went very, very well.

Danny: *grinning* Someone got a smooch, huh?

Marcella: *touching her lips, grinning goofily* Mmhmm. Come on Luna, let’s hit the hay.

She walks off with Luna padding behind her. Danny watches, amused.

Meanwhile, Paulina is in her room as she sits in her bed, wearing pink PJs. She hugs a plush ghost bear to her chest, eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Paulina: *sighs, thinking aloud* I have to tell Marcella I know she’s half ghost. But… how?

She lies back on her pillows, gazing at the ceiling.

Paulina: *muttering to herself* I’ll tell her tomorrow. *whispers* And maybe... maybe we can be more than friends.

Meanwhile in a nearby alley, SAM is fuming. Her hair’s messy, binoculars askew on her head. She kicks a metal trash can hard—

Sam: *shouting* That shallow puddle-witch so-and-so and such-and-such!

Unfortunately, The trash can Sam kicked flies and goes crashing into a parked car’s bumper. The alarm blares.

Sam: *startled, panicking* Oh crap—!

She dashes off into the shadows as the alarm echoes through the street.

Next: Chapter 32: Vampire Revelation