Chapter 89 - 37
Chapter 37: "Press the Glowy Button, They Said. It’ll Be Fine, They Said."
In which I break every lab safety rule, accidentally unlock my ghost powers, and Naruto forgets to warn me about spontaneous DNA rewiring.
So, remember how some kids get bikes or game consoles from their parents?
Yeah. Mine built a gateway to another dimension.
To be fair, it wasn’t like Jack and Maddie Fenton woke up one morning, stretched, and said, "Let’s casually rip a hole in reality today." No, this had been years in the making. The big project. The Holy Grail of ghost science. And now... it was alive. Literally. Glowing green, humming like an angry toaster, and sparking with the kind of energy that made your hair stand on end—especially if you had ghost-sensitive hair. (Which, fun fact: I do.)
I stood in the middle of our lab-turned-sci-fi-battleship, staring at the completed Ghost Portal, and thought: Well, this is going to go terribly wrong at some point.
My parents were bouncing with pride. Mom was grinning like she’d just won the Nobel Prize and Dad looked like he wanted to high-five the universe. And maybe tackle it. They’d been at this for so long that I almost forgot they were building something that could theoretically collapse reality if someone sneezed too hard near it.
They called it "the ultimate solution." The plan was simple(ish): if a ghost showed up uninvited—which happened more often than I’d like—we wouldn’t have to punch it into submission anymore. Nope. We’d yeet it back through the portal and lock the door behind it. Ghost problem solved.
On paper, it sounded genius. In practice? Well... have you ever built a laser-guided ghost funnel and hoped it didn’t explode?
Didn’t think so.
Naruto—yes, that Naruto, still living rent-free in my head—actually agreed with the whole plan. He called it "strategic containment" and said his world had something similar called the Demon World Gate. Apparently, if demons couldn’t just pop up anywhere like surprise party guests, it was easier to plan, defend, and you know, not die. Logical, I guess.