A/N: Displaced pop star, shady manager, the most haunted city in America. What could go wrong? Time to find out but not quite yet.
First, a cow.
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Sleepy little town.
Those were the only words to really describe Amity Park from the overhead view he got of the pickup that finally picked him up.
No creeper or greaser. Just a normal looking guy with thin wire glasses and a clean pink muscle shirt with a tiara and a trace of blush.
Perks of having a little girl he'd explained.
"Sorry but at this point I have to turn straight into another city," he said.
"No of course I understand," Phantom assured. Then he sifted his pack. Not much to give. "Uhm I'm sorry all I really have are--"
The portly man laughed at the Phantom souvenir shirt he pulled out.
He blushed crimson. "they're worth--"
Nah don't worry about it happy to help," he said, already starting with the gearshift. "Good luck and watch yourself now. No more hitchhiking."
With a swift nod he swore to such.
Likely a promise he would break soon, least depending if Vlad's maybe noticed he wasn't on the bus anymore.
Dawn was coming over the hills turning a once gloomy misted sky to beautiful pink. A shine flashed across the truck as it chugged off.
So began his descent towards the town of Amity Park.
Birds beginning their song, the first steps of his new adventure were here.
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Discordant Ray Guns
FanfictionTwo years ago no one knew who Phantom was. Two years ago he'd been a country boy fresh out of an orphanage. Now he took the world by storm under his punk, soulful style of music. He was living the dream right? Well, not so much. His manager Vlad M...
