For the prompts, maybe “You know, I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying.” with Danny and Vlad?
ofc my pall also ive never written vlad so i apologize in advance
It starts when the doorbell rings.
Actually, he figures it started last night when his parents called him down to see their latest invention. In all honesty, he screwed himself over when in a momentary lapse of control he let it slip that he was late for his curfew due to a ghost attack. In an instant he had been dragged to the basement laboratory and shoved roughly into a chair, restrained for just long enough for his parents to slap some sort of bracelet onto his arm and, after a quick explanation, had been pushed back up the stairs and to bed.
He had tried all night to remove it, resigning only after receiving a nasty shock in response to the ectoblast he had glanced off the side. It was different from the spectre deflector in that way. It didn’t attack him for having ectoplasm, but for using it, and that was almost more cruel. He couldn’t fly over to Tucker’s, and any remotely human tactic to remove the device had failed.
That had left him with no option. Jazz didn’t have the skill or the know-how to remove it, and he certainly couldn’t ask his parents. That would only raise more suspicion, and he had noticed the way they whispered in the basement as soon as they had thought he was out of earshot.
In fact, maybe it had really started as soon as his ghost sense went off on his way home that night. He figures this is the most likely option as soon as his dad bolts out of his chair and rushes to answer the front door. He’s practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, his wife hanging slightly behind. Grabbing the doorknob, he swings it wide and crushes the man at the door in his arms.