A.N. I guess that's where the plot divergence from the original begins.

Third person POV

It was one peaceful morning in Amity Park. And a quiet atop of that. Yet, the only thing that protected the neighbours from the extra noises were the soundproofed walls of the Fentons' household. The couple of ectologists had no dedication to spare in vain. The whole trip was their illegitimate offspring, and such characteristic came from the fact that the GIW took the charge of that plan, assigning the roles from that moment on. For now they took care of the bureaucratic matters, to make sure everything was sound on the legal side side of things. Leave wondering about the implications and the means of getting it to the others. Yet, the hunters were not the only ones who prepared. Those who were pretenders to such role were certainly not beating around the bush in the meantime.

During those two days Phantom was carefully planning. There was no room for failure. He had the advantage of this world being his absolute domain and it had to be exploited. Especially the mostly barren lands right near the gateway were the free roam. It was a precautionary measure to make everyone move out of there, by force if needed, because it was for their own good. His plan had several layers, and each was brought to life only for the most of them to perish immediately. In the desperate act to let go of his grudge and prevent the trip from happening at all, he even tried the legal measures. But everything seemed legit, even the governor's signature was there glaring at him from the list of paper. And it made the teen wonder just how far up the hand of the GIW could reach.

Hence, one of the plans went down the dumpster. Then came the attempt to discourage the parents from letting their children go there by sending the agents in disguise. Fortunately, most didn't even consider this option, clearly understanding that the Ghost Zone was no Luna Park in Coney Island. Some, however, could not be convinced. Be it the families of spoiled brats who held the reigns in their family and were, by chance, his huge fans, or the Mansons and the Foleys. In those cases it was too dangerous. He could, theoretically, do it. Go into their houses in his true form and put up a scene worthy of an incredible show. But it had to wait, for Phantom had accepted the reality that the trip was to happen, and even breaking the vehicle would not help. It would only make Fentons more eager and only postpone the inevitable.

Which in turn left the trip itself. Alright, so they would enter the Zone. What was their following course of action? They could not dedicate their entire time to hunting. It would antagonise the passengers, because they would not like being put at risk. This, along with Jack Fenton's tendency to blabber to no end about ghosts and his general obliviousness of directions, meant that they would go down one big line forward. With the Ghost Zone having no up or down, the direction of the flight was even more predictable. From that moment onward, they would be in his caring and watchful hands...If someone could see him in the moment of such gloating, the unkind gleam in his green eyes would have caught them off guard.

Jazz POV

It was...a questionable experience, in all honesty. See, Sam and Tucker spent last night at Fentons'. Namely they occupied the only spare room that was available. The one that used to belong to their friends. The very fact caused my blood to boil, which usually didn't happen. How dare they. But I didn't show it, because they might have become suspicious and that was last thing we needed. The tiny note of satisfaction was given to me upon learning that Sam preferred a couch in the living room. Don't know if it is because of Tucker or her guilt, but it made the situation all the more satisfying. To me, of course. And I was sure Danny would love to hear about his former interest.

But I digress. Danny had asked me to tag along with group so I could keep him updated about the situation. And in case I was discovered and my cover would be blown, I would be on the friendly territory, safe from whatever could happen.

Now they all were sitting in the living room, waiting for the class to arrive. I wanted to avoid this awkward experience, so I locked myself up in the room even when I heard the commotion downstairs. Besides, Dash was there. I shivered at the thought of that football for head hitting on me again. I heard a plentitude of footsteps and then began to check my things. Danny would send a couple of servants to pick up the luggage that remained unnoticed only because of my parents' negligence. But I went downstairs with only my handbag, filled with basic necessities. Which, admittedly, wasn't much.

Once in the lab, I wasn't surprised by what I saw. Just as Danny had told me, there weren't many people. There were Valerie and Lancer, the teacher that favoured me so much and I, truthfully, did not return the sentiment completely. He was a very biased person. Valerie, however, got me thinking. As much as I now, Mr.Gray didn't want his daughter to risk her neck, going as far as forbidding her from hunting for a long while one time. Maybe I should ask her later. I always thought that Val was different. That she was better than other people of her occupation, since she was not the traitor here. Funny how Danny liked her much more despite her hunting him for a longer while.

My thoughts were interrupted by Jack's ever booming voice:

"So, kids, I'm Jack Fenton and this is my beautiful wife Maddie. And this," he opened his huge arms wide, "Is our lab. Please refrain from touching anything without my supervision. We've got the final things to tweak."

I never liked it here. It was always dark, filled with hundreds of chemicals that had a horrible smell. And ectoplasm. Ectoplasm was everywhere. I don't know, how they had got it before opening the portal and I don't want to. I didn't pay attention to their explanations. Now I just want to get away from this green substance, because, technically, that was someone's blood. Hell, I wanted to be a doctor that wasn't supposed to see blood. Rather, help someone to get over it. I myself was a subject to treat in this matter, but it would take time.

"Jazz? What are you doing here?" I turned around to see Tucker standing behind me. He looked confused.

"I live here," It took all my willpower not to scowl. Why ask the obvious?

"No, I mean why did you come down here?"

"I tag along," the second I said this, Jack appeared out of nowhere. Seriously, how was that possible for him to walk so quietly?

"That's great, Jazzy pants! So you want to be a hunter like your old man, huh?" He said wraping hand around my neck.

Hell no, no, no. But it's not like I could say 'I'm actually on the side of Ghost King, who just so happened to be my brother', so...

"Um, for now I'll just watch."

"Of course you can go, Jazz!" said Maddie with smile. I'm curious as to how they would react to the future revelations. That smile would disperse in a blink, I imagine.

I sat in the back of the 'Fenton bus' as it was oh-so-originally called. Would it kill them to make something without the word 'Fenton' plastered on it? I thought that that mug with suffering was empty, when someone added more in it. Like I hadn't enough stress already, with plotting against my parents that could potentially end with their deaths, Dash Baxter himself decided to land nearby, starting to flirt with me. That would be a problem if I wanted any privacy. And God knows I needed it right now.

"So, why are you here instead of Harvard or what was it you wanted to go?"

He could at least pretend that he cared to know.

"For your knowledge, Baxter, I'm taking a gap year. One that was not intended to be shared with you in any way."

I came out grumpier than I had expected. But Baxter still did not leave.

"Come on, bae, don't be so harsh. I come with good intentions."

"I am not interested in the incarnation of the textbook brat. Now back off, Dash. Have I not made myself clear during the past years?"

Now that was enough for him to frown and sit away, muttering something inaudible. It was when I sent the message.

Third person POV

Not so long after the metal doors closed behind the bus, several claws appeared in the basement, seemingly out of thin air, and seconds later a ripping sound was heard throughout the Fenton household and one green hole appeared, before the three figures stepped out of it.

The first one was what one could misunderstand as a werewolf. He was very tall, around two meters, covered in black fur and possessed an obviously wolfish head. He was dressed in a green sleeveless hoodie. His gigantic claws that had cut the hole in the first place were emitting eerie light. His name was Wulf, unimaginative as it may have been. The other ghost had green skin and red eyes, covered by the dark sunglasses. He was wearing a white lab coat and green gloves. Instead of legs the ghost had a spectral tail, which was seemingly a continuation of his coat. That was Technus, Master of technology, overlord of all things beeping, etcetera, etcetra. And the third one was Danny, who immediately went down to work.

"Overdrive code 0-827E," he spoke loudly and a loud beeping sound responded, "Who would have thought that the codes are unchanged," Phantom huffed.

"Wulf, you stay on the lookout, Technus, follow me," were his quick orders.

After a quick look around the lab Danny found what he needed — the console.

"Ghost child, you still haven't told me about my part of plan."

"All in due time, Technus," said the king, typing something on panel, "We must shut down the portal to not let the hunters get back easily. For that we need to remove one Ecto-Filtrator." he gestured to the small box on the right side of the octagonal construction that was the portal.

"Why don't you just take it off?" asked the technology ghost. He may have been a master of electronics, but there was always something new to learn.

"And take down a few city blocks with it? A wishful thought," Danny waved his hand, "At first we need to stop the flow of ectoplasm inside the machine, but for that I need you to hack system and unlock it. This password they did change."

Technus grinned. "Behold, Ghost Child, because I, Technus..."

"We don't have the whole day and I don't pay you for talks. So would you kindly hurry up?" interrupted Phantom. Only one person had bigger ego than Technus and that will be Box Ghost. However, they both were beyond annoying.

"You don't pay me," Technus grumbled, "You utilise my obsession to your own greedy ends."

"Are you questioning our economy now, Technus?" Danny raised an eyebrow, "I can always send you back and find another ghost for the job of my tech consultant."

With that being said, the Master of long eloquent and whatnot speeches flew inside the machine, having left a sigh. It took him about ten minutes, but in the end the ghost emerged victorious. Danny immediately began the procedure of disabling the Filtrator. Incredible, how such a little thing could be so dangerous. Nevertheless, after another few moments small box was in the hands of the young monarch. Then small group took their leave. Wait before Fentons and co. would find out. With portal turned off, they would have only one place to go. And for that, mind you, they would need a chaperone.

Upon entering portal the group of the students was amazed at how unusual Ghost Zone looked. The green and purple sky was a sight to behold, with its constantly shifting manner giving a new meaning to the words of  Heraclitus. There was also a giant black hole in one of the directions. Usually it was considered the bottom, albeit, again, there were no strict rules. It was the Pit. When one looked there, it felt as if they were looking into nothing, into metaphorical abyss, which created the feeling of emptiness inside of you in exchange. That's why it became the highest form of punishment in the Zone. Guards put on you in handcuffs and drop you there for the rest of eternity. Nobody knew what happened to the unfortunate afterwards. Nobody knew where it had come from, how long had it been there and what was in it.

Of course, not so many people had done enough horrible things to deserve that. Even Pariah Dark was just locked inside the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, but some thought that it was merely because of convenience rather than kindness of the heart. Last time the deserved sentence was given long before the wicked king, while this ghost made up for everything in the years of his reign. Poor sods who didn't do anything to deserve such punishment were shackled and tossed down in the waiting hands of oblivion. These were the people who opposed the tyrant, but, in the end, felt the agonising pain failure. The fear was supposed to keep his subjects in line. That was the reason why Pariah forged the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage, as if Tolkien himself came up with the concept. And everything worked for the time being. His subjects for the most part lost any courage to fight against the tyrant.

But you can't rely solely on fear, because it is unpredictable. And the fear of death might just as well turn against you, because an animal pressed against the wall would always fight back. There were people who never gave up, who continued to struggle against the Mad King. And those were the Order of the Ancients. It was group of powerful ghosts, together powerful enough to fight Pariah after their own domain had been tarnished. The Order had thirteen members, most of them are sadly forgotten by different reasons. The ones who are still known are either still living, like Pandora and Frostbite, or are simply very well known.

One year before his fall, Pariah came to Clockwork and demanded to know what will be his demise. To that Clockwork answered in his cryptic manner, "Your last battle will be against the child who doesn't belong to any of two worlds". So Pariah didn't look where he should, trying to solve this riddle and ignoring what was happening right under his nose.

And when the hour came, one of the greatest battles in Ghost Zone history occurred. A lot of ectoplasm was shed in that fight, but in the end, justice and anarchy prevailed. The Ancients locked King in the Sarcophagus with the help of a powerful artefact — the Reality Gauntlet. Pariah was gone and his place was taken by the Council of Observants, the beings, created by Alexios, the youngest member of the order, who now held the title of The Grand Inquisitor himself and who was, in essence, the true legislator, not the likes of Walker.

As for the trip from which we once again digressed, it was less entertaining after the initial excitement settled down. You would think that traveling into another dimension was more entertaining, but, with nothing of interest happening, and with Jack's words making less and less sense, some people would want to take a plunge. There weren't even any ghosts to see.

"...and then I shoved this nerd into locker, pretty cool huh?"

Even whilst sitting away Dash still managed to annoy Jazz. The hunters had their own little corner, in which they whispered to each other. And Jazz even knew why.

"Warning. Warning. Ghost portal deactivated. Please, reinstall Ecto-Filtrator," said a robotic voice. A strange request, seeing that they were inside the Zone and could do little.

It had a big effect on audience. The students immediately started to panic. Some even called for their mommy *cough*Dash*cough*. Lancer was calmer than others, but I wasn't studying psychology for nothing. I could tell that he was nervous, but was just hiding it pretty well. Props to him, he may be unfair, but at least he knew his job well. Finally, I heard Sam's shout.

"Quiet! We know the way out."

"What is it Sam?" asked Maddie.

"There is another portal in Wisconsin."

"Vlad has created his own,"  Tucker put in.

"That's V-man I know!" exclaimed Jack, "Always has plan-B!"

After GIW got Danny, Jazz expected them to come after Vlad, but they didn't. She thought that's because he just bought their loyalty. It seemed like Sam and Tucker hadn't even told them! They doomed their best friend to horrible suffering and the cheesehead came out without a scratch! As if there weren't any more reasons to despise them. Nobody noticed her taking calming breaths.

"So, we are stuck in the dimension full of vengeful specters and our only exit is hundreds miles away?" Valerie asked Sam.

She just knew that something like that would happen. Why not, Tucker had already jinxed them thrice over. As the chocolate skinned girl had told them before, it had been a bad idea since its inception. Valerie hadn't wanted to go, but there were two reasons that made her change her mind. For one, she needed to keep the class safe, even if it were just A-Listers and Mr.Lancer. And... she did want to know what happened to Danny and the key was probably somewhere here. He had just dissappeared without trace. Fentons said that he was kidnapped, maybe they were telling the truth. But, their attitude was very odd. Instead of grieving, they were excited for some reason. Instead of trying to find him, Fentons just continued their research with bigger enthusiasm. This was not a parental attitude. Completely the opposite. Something fishy was going on here, something must have happened that they just ignored the fact that their own son vanished.

"We don't have other choice Val," Sam answered. "I'm not happy about it either, but that's our only option."

Val never liked Vlad. Yes, he used to be her employer for a while, but there was always something devious about him. By just looking at Masters you could understand that you can't trust this man, that's why Valerie didn't work for him anymore. She always felt like a pawn in his unknown game. It was confirmed during the Ghost King's invasion, when he gave her a ring which just so happened to be the powerful artifact Pariah was seeking.

Speaking of Ghost King...

"Aim precisely, Skulker."

"I am aiming, whelp."

"Miss or destroy everything and I toss you into the pit."

"They go in a straight line!" Skulker exclaimed, "Now just let me aim properly."

Phantom raised his hands in mock surrender. The ghost, dressed in shiny armour head to toes, with a green fiery mohawk was aiming a bazooka right at the ship. It was a carefully considered bid that took some calculations. But yes, it should have punctured the ship and made it immobile, where the pull of the nearest sizeable chunk of land would finish the job in mind. Finally, the green projectile was launched. And hit the machine right in the engine, stripping it of any ability to move. The thing combusted lightly, and Phantom knew that that wouldn't be enough to pierce the hull. He grinned.

"Well, I guess it is time for my entrance, you scout ahead Skulker."

"Roger that, whelp."

With that Phantom bolted into the air, grinning from ear to ear. He flew right to the transport that was, for all intends and purposes, falling.