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Desiree growled.
Honestly it would it really kill one of these humans to make a wish? Any wish. Now that Phantom was watching over the town like a hawk, warning people not to recklessly do anything that might summon a vengeful spirit, finding poor unfortunate souls to grant wishes to had become increasingly rare. Of course, though, not everyone is as careful as the resident ghost teen and his entourage. All she had to do was keep searching. Someone was bound to slip up and utter those forbidden words in her presence.
She found herself loitering around Casper High. Why she did so, she hadn’t the slightest clue. Hanging around the school wasn’t the smartest idea. This was one of Phantom’s main haunts after all. Even if he refused to call it that.
After giving the building a thorough look over from a distance, she floated closer to the grounds. The school was relatively quiet and devoid of life. Understandable really. Students rarely stick around after school hours unless they had a reason. Even the football team finished their training for the day.
Desiree slipped into the school, elegantly and quietly weaving her way through lockers and walls. She peeked in and out of classrooms, hoping to find one, single straggler. A student, teacher, janitor...anyone. The building couldn’t be completely empty…
“...I know! How does no one know about him?”
Desiree froze. Finally! Someone was still around. She silently zipped towards the direction of the voice, hearing it rise in volume as she approached. Invisibly she passed through the classroom door and found herself surrounded by a group of chatting high school girls and a few boys. Each of them sporting some article of clothing with Phantom’s annoying symbol and she fought to stop herself from groaning at the sight. One girl with long, black hair sat with her arms crossed over her chest, pouting.
“Look Paulina,” a muscular, blonde haired jock sighed, “we wanna know more about the ghost kid too, but like, it’s not like we can just ask him all this stuff. We don’t even know how to find him when he’s not fighting ghosts!”
A sly grin split across Desiree’s face. So they wanted to know about the ghost boy, huh?
“I know!” Paulina whined, “I just wi–”
“Shhhh!” the blonde haired girl beside her loudly shushed, having the audacity to try and cover Paulina’s mouth. Paulina slapped her hand away and the girl ushered her a quick apology. “I mean, you remember what Inviso-Bill said! Don’t say the ‘w’-word. You never know when that one genie ghost is listening!”
Paulina opened her mouth to chastise her friend for calling Phantom the wrong name, but the sound of deep, feminine chuckling stopped her. The laugh echoed around the room, freezing the teens in their tracks.
“Now, now...I’m not that terrible, am I?”
Green smoke billowed throughout the room and the teens huddle together wishing (internally anyways) that they had a way to contact the ghost kid. Or maybe even the Fentons if they were desperate enough...which they weren't.
The smoke molded itself, slowly but surely, into a feminine form. Ample bosom, thin waist, wide hips. Thick, luxurious black hair took shape behind her. Her beauty only grew as her form solidified.
“What has that awful ghost child been telling you about me?” Desiree sweetly asked, red eyes wide with feigned sadness. “I hope he hasn’t been spreading lies about my wishes. I only want to bring happiness and prosperity to those around me. Isn’t there anything your heart desires? Anything at all?”
No one spoke a word. The teens kept huddled together, whimpering and squeaking and shutting their eyes tightly, silently praying the ghost would leave them be. Or at the very least they hoped the ghost boy would find and save them.
Desiree’s chuckle deepened, chilling them down to the bone. “I see you seem to care for that ghost child. What was it you called him? Ah yes...Inviso-Bill.” She couldn’t keep her lips from twitching upward in delight. “I could help you learn about him, you know?”
Paulina’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“All knowledge about him can be yours. All you have to do is say the magic words.”
Desiree felt her lips splitting into a wide grin. The Paulina girl was easy. Shallow and self centered. Who cares if Phantom warned her against making wishes? She seemed like the sort of girl who would take advantage of a golden opportunity such as this without thinking of the consequences. Especially since the consequences were so unpredictable…
“Don’t do it,” the blonde girl whispered, frantically shaking her head, “You know what the ghost boy–”
“Yeah, I know what Phantom said!” Paulina grit out. She mutters a quick “¡Por Dios!” under her breath. “But c’mon! How many times do we get the chance to learn about him? He wants to be super mysterious which yeah makes him so dreamy, but how will I ever know if he’s good boyfriend material if he won’t be honest with me?”
Even so, Paulina hesitated to speak the words sitting on the tip of her tongue. She’d hate to go against her precious ghost boy’s wishes and if he said that making a wish in the presence of the genie was a bad idea, she should listen. She wanted to listen but…
Temptation was one hell of a drug, intoxicating her with the promise of knowledge about the ghost boy. Knowledge about who he was, where he came from, and most importantly, the ways she could seduce him. And while, yes, the smart thing to do would be listen to him, she simply couldn’t let this opportunity pass. In time he’d understand. She needed to do this. For herself of course, but also for the others with her. The rest of the Phan Club. They deserved to know about him too. After all, were they not his biggest fans?
“What do you say, child?” Desiree asked.
Time slowed and the atmosphere grew thick and heavy. Desiree’s seductive voice echoed in Paulina’s mind, mimicking her own selfish desires. Behind her, the rest of the Phan Club begged her not to say a word. Who knows what the consequences could be?
But what if it wasn’t so bad? The ghost boy never told them what the consequences for wish making were and if it was something they could handle, wouldn’t it be a worthy trade off?
Paulina met Desiree’s eyes. She’d made her decision.
“I wish…”
“No!” someone shouted.
“...that we all knew more about the ghost boy!”
Desiree’s grin turned sharp and her hands glowed with pink energy. “So you have wished it…”
She snapped her fingers once. “...so shall it be.”
For a second, nothing happened.
Then everything went black.