a/n: seeing as my plunnies are bothering me, I guess I'm continuing this fic. Maybe for good inspiration, I should watch another episode of GF. Why not? I don't see why not, it might be good motivation for me. I don't own DP or GF and it's sad that Butch had to leave, but hey, leaves me free to do what I need to do with his characters.

Oh, and I'm gonna put Vlad in here, somehow. I just don't think it's gonna be the usual "he's plotting with Bill" kind of thing. Should Gideon make a reappearance, and if so, how? I suppose a few of the DP villains should show up. What do you guys think? I'll put up a poll about who should appear in this fic and face off against our heroes.

Anyway, it's not dead-it's like I said before, Danny Phantom fics and (even rping him) is incredibly hard for me because my writing abilities for him come and go-idk why, danny phantom is a kids' show, why in the world I can't grasp him for very long is beyond me, other people do it, anyways, get ready for another crazy chapter. I can write crazy people better than I can write Danny fucking Phantom, that's how bad I am with him, lol.

Also, there's someone living in my house with all their boxes and I'm half-tempted to wish the Box Ghost into existence-maybe then the Box Ghost will move him out and take his boxes with him. It's like an environment the dude would love-boxes, everywhere.

Anyway, seeing as this is already here, I might as well try to throw together a chapter, even though I personally think it sucks. But hey, thanks for, uh...47 followers and 31 favorites, you keep this zombie fic going. Hey, surprisingly it's working, but uh...it's really short because 1. it's hot as fuck here and I can't think straight enough to write longer than this, 2. I'm tired and need sleep, and 3. I promise I will make more frequent updates. I'm still overcoming Carpal Tunnel so I have to take it easy on my hands still.

Chapter 5 Bill Cipher the Talking, Flying Dorito. Can I go home now?

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...You know what, I can't keep silent about this any longer. If I chew this plain, old, dryasdust hotel cereal any longer, it's going to stay in my throat and that will not be pleasant. Just gotta keep my eyes on the bowl and avoid the stares that Mom and Dad keep getting.

Now we are practically outcasts at the hotel.

What could have happened? I'm glad you asked, it's not like with parents like these, that you wind up expecting them to not do insane things. But, let's just say they crossed the line last night. Mom accidentally put her "ghost weenies" in the fridge (the normal fridge) and they wound up escaping and trying to bite the ankles of every person they ran across, which pretty much caused the whole hotel to evacuate, because, you know, seeing food trying to bite at your ankles is terrifying. Meanwhile, Mom tries to explain that it's her weird attempt at cooking and that they're toys with batteries in them, and then one grabs Jazz's hair-and that's when Dad grabbed his ghost hunting equipment and successfully got it out-by which I mean it landed on his face and then landed on an old man, who started screaming loudly.

(I later on sucked up the dogs with the Fenton Thermos, but the damage was already done.)

The public had seen ghosts and blamed my parents for it, calling them evildoers and would-be villains. Dad tried to explain, but we were pretty much at a table by ourselves, as no one wanted to see the "Ghost Dogs" reappear and try to take more bites out of their ankles. Jazz refused to talk to my parents for a whole day, which was awkward as hell because I had to mend the damage, and that's hard to do.

"Jazz, it was an accident." Mom began, but she would have none of it.

"You nearly tore my hair off with your crazy ghost inventions! Please don't take this stuff with you anymore, it's embarrassing, mom!" She was also mad because some guy at the hotel now wouldn't look her way, having called her a crazy ghost freak and run off. Girls are a bit strange like that at times. I sometimes don't get the way that Sam thinks. But that's beside the point.

Dad kept trying to prove people wrong, but he was banned from using any more of his devices in the hotel, so we just ate in silence and left to head back to Gravity Falls, where our presence was refreshingly forgettable. Although Dad could stand to not wear orange all the time, people tend to stare, like that Soos guy.

"Old Fiddleford says he's seen a ghost!" Soos said to me and Jazz as we entered the Mystery Shack, desperate to get away from our parents for like, five seconds. (They insisted on making sure no Ghost Weenies had followed us.)

"What kind of ghost?" Jazz asked, as I busied myself with looking at the strange artifacts instead.

"A ghost hot dog, says it bit his toes. I'm not sure I believe it, after all, hot dogs don't grow teeth. But the mailman here is a werewolf."

"Seriously?" Jazz said skeptically.

"I've got evidence!" He said, trying to convert her, but I wasn't sure it would work.

It was then that I saw Dipper.

"Is Soos trying to debate his werewolf theory again?" He said.

"I don't think she's going to buy it." I said, sitting down before telling him about the whole disaster.

"How the heck did your mom cook murderous hot dogs? That's the question I want answered." Dipper said, putting his head in his hands.

"I don't know. Sometimes, their inventions work, other times they don't. Their ghost finder thing always is accurate with me."

"Ghost finder? Sounds rough." He said, looking at me.

"It is, but they always assume it's broken, so, uh...works for me." I shrugged, not really interested in talking much now. My mind was on the old man, I could've sworn he'd seen me before as a ghost, or was I just imagining it?

"Hey, Dipper, Old Fiddleford says he saw a ghost with white hair the other night!"

Shit, I really should not have gone out for a midnight flying session. Need to keep myself invisible.

Instantly, Mom and Dad were on the alert.

"Invisobill, here? We're going to look for clues, nobody move!" She shouted.

Everyone just stared at her.

"He's a very dangerous ghost!" Dad yelled, before getting a head start, much to Mom's frustration.

"Wow, ghost hunting. I know they won't catch anything, but I applaud their efforts." The girl named Wendy said in boredom.

"No ghosts around here for miles!" Mabel shouted, on my head for some reason.

"Mabel, get off him!" Dipper said, pulling her off me.

"You have such soft hair!" She chirped.

Yeah, not gonna comment on that.

"So, you gonna tell me about the gnome story?"

Mabel's eyes lit up. "It was a while back and I met this new boyfriend-"

"She meets them like every other day."

"Dipper, I'm telling the story!"

This felt familiar. I could tell Jazz was listening in, even if she pretended to be glaring at the statue across from us.

But then, some boxes went flying by themselves and I knew things could only go from bad to worse.

"THESE BOXES ARE NOW MINE, I THE BOX GHOST, CLAIM THEM FOR MYSELF!"

"Is that one of the ghosts?" Dipper said weakly.

"Yeah..." I said.

To think I'd have to go ghost hunting again. Wow, give me a break.

But more concerning to me was the floating, talking dorito. What did it want with me and why was it so interested in appearing in my dreams? Can I use an adblocker in my dreams to keep him out?

"Hero time again?" Dipper asked.

"Yep, unfortunately. I often have to suck him back into the thermos." I said, "It's weird that he's showing up here, unless of course, there's some kind of portal open..."

"Portal? Are we talking Doctor Who portals?" Dipper said. "I don't know if there's any here. But we've never had ghosts here until you guys showed up."

"Well, just keep your eyes open for a portal then, because if there is one, then ghosts can get through." I said.

More portals to the Ghost Zone? Just what I need.

"Also, I don't know why, but Grunkle Stan keeps staring at you." Dipper said.

I paled, wondering if maybe he knew my secret, but how? He was just a weird old man.

This is getting to be too much.