700 Follower gift fic for @lexosaurus! Enjoy dude!
Up Above the World So High
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky…”
To the specimen’s obvious elation, his cheeks glimmered brilliantly with the mark of constellations. In this state, he was docile. Slower. Almost childlike in nature. He would pester the scientists, eagerly asking what they were going to do to him next. Like he wanted to be experimented on. His space obsession was fueled by wonder—as long as they played along, he was easily contained. His admiration of the stars provided them with a plethora of data.
His other obsession… wasn’t as passive. In his hero-mode, Phantom was more skittish, defensive, and cocky. Especially cocky. Unlike his space-mode, he struggled against the scientists and threatened to escape (as if he could). His defiance was a liability and made it difficult to conduct experiments. And he was always insisting that Amity Park—the nearest town—needed protecting and that he was the sole force between that town and oblivion. He just never stopped.
The scientists were trying to devise how to eliminate his hero-obsession, but they were at a loss. Phantom was the first ghost they’d observed with dual-obsessions, so this was completely new territory. They figured that they needed to slowly break down his hero-obsession by employing psychological tactics. Simultaneously, they would reward his space-obsession with subtle encouragement and mental stimuli. They couldn’t predict the result, but it was worth a shot.
“Twinkle, twinkle…” Agent Foxtrot traced a finger across Phantom’s cheeks. “Someone’s shining bright today, aren’t we?”
Phantom gasped. “I am? That means it’s a new moon! The stars always look brightest under a new moon! So mine do too!”
“And so your face… just does whatever the sky does, space freak?” Agent Kilo jabbed.
“Yeah-huh! Except my face doesn’t have clouds. Or birds. It only has astronomical bodies on it, not Earth sky stuff. That’d look really funny. Like you,” he laughed. “You look silly with that mask on.”
“It’s so we don’t breathe in any of the chemicals we’re testing on you today,” Agent Foxtrot explained. “Safety precaution.”
“Oh… okay. What are you doing, then?”
“Testing your reaction to different mixtures. Some have anti-ghost components, others are just regular toxic chemicals.”
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