Welcome to Amity Hills.

Twenty years ago the cities of Amity Park and Hillwood were joined together when Gregor Masters built an enormous bridge to straddle the Nickelhoedeon River and join the twin cities together around a new corporate campus that was to become the beating heart of Masters Plasmics, the leader in cutting edge ectoplasm engineering. Over the last two decades Gregor Masters's company has transformed the twin boroughs of Amity Park and Hillwood into a single cosmopolitan super city.

Change has not always been easy, especially on the Hillwood side of the Masters bridge where gambling, prostitution, and legal narcotics have transformed proud old neighborhoods into vice ridden ganglands where the strong prey on the weak and where everything is for sale at the right price. However, most people see Gregor Masters as hero. A genius who pioneered whole new industries. A man who has made Amity the home of a trillion dollar company and brought thousands of high paying jobs to the city, revived its harbor, restored its beaches, and reinvigorated the arts, sports, and green spaces of the city. Transforming Amity Hills into a place which millions of people are proud to call home and millions more visit for a good time.

Of course, rumors swirl about on the internet that Masters Plasmics is hiding terrible secrets. The stories range from the commonly accepted about Gregor Masters being a demanding employer who expects total devotion from his employees to wild stories about Gregor Masters being a demon who is using his company as a front as he works to open a gateway to Hell and bring about the End of Days.

What is undisputed is that Gregor Masters is an unapologetic polygamist who is said to enjoy collecting women for his harem as much as he enjoys collecting vintage cars and antique swords.

***

Jasmine Fenton was just about to run out to her first belly dancing lesson when she heard the doorbell. With her mom and dad out and Randy sleeping in, it fell on Jazz to put on a smile and once again be the responsible one in the family. Jazz opened the door to see Randy's friends. "Hi Sam." said Jazz with genuine enthusiasm. "Hey, Booker." said Jazz with **** enthusiasm. As much as she wanted to be nice to everyone, Jazz could not help but wish her brother had a best friend who was not a porn obsessed hentai collector.

"Well, hello Jasmine, as always you are looking wonderful." said Booker.
"Hey Jazz, is Randy alright? We were supposed to game last night but Randy never logged on. He is not responding to our texts and his phone has been going straight to voicemail." said Samantha.

Jazz frowned. "That is strange." Jazz had not seen her brother since dinner the previous night.

***

Dinner had been typically tense. "So, Jazz. Are you volunteering as a fire fighter again this summer?" Maddie asked her daughter. "Randy, no scrolling at the dinner table." the mother said to her son.
Randy rolled his eyes as Jazz answered the question. "Part time at least. But Paulina and Star have been really on me to join them for dance lessons, so I signed up for a few classes, I am taking my first belly dancing lesson tomorrow."
"Oh how nice." said Maddie.
"Dance lessons? Not at that place on the corner of Poe and King St, is it?"
"Zack..." said Maddie with a stern voice which even someone as thick headed as Zachariah Fenton knew meant 'drop it, do not ruin this for our daughter.'

"I'm just saying, that place is off the charts on the ectograph, and when we offered to give the place a full spectral sweep and you know what that weirdo with the bracelets said to us?"

"'we don't believe in tooth fairies, goblins, or ghosts.' We know Dad." Said Randy.

"I think that it is nice that you are having fun with your friends." Said Maddie. "Though it makes us feel better if you wore and ecto shield while you were in that place."

"Really?" Said Jazz. "Your going to **** me to wear a..."

"I can make it tasteful and discreet." Said Maddie.

"I'll think about it." Said Jazz.

"and do you have any plans for this summer, son?" Zack asked Randy.
"Just staying out of trouble." said Randy. "After all, the whole world is a dangerous, ghost ridden, hellscape. The only safe place is in my room playing video games." said Randy, his voice oozed sarcasm.
"Randy..." Maddie words were cut off when Zack jumped to his feet.
"Now son, you are not a child anymore. It is high past time you started learning the family business. Hunting down spooks, specters, and the filthy ectoplasms that have been infesting our planet since The Manhattan Breach of '84, and turning them into energy cells!" Zachariah Fenton exclaimed before pulling a metal cylinder the size of a AA battery that glowed with power. "sweet, beautiful E-cells, unlimited clean energy for us, and an eternal prison for those damned, dirty, ghosts." Zack marveled at the miracle of engineering that he, Maddie, and their old friend Gregor Masters had invented using The Spengler-Venkman General Theory of Ectoplasmic Dynamics back when they were undergraduates in college. "Your pal Book seemed excited when I offered to take him out into the field."
"Yeah, such a shame his parents disagreed." said Randy.
"Well, the lad is eighteen now, perhaps that will change." said Zack.
Randy sighed. "Can I be excused. I promised Booker and Sam that we would drop into Malevalon Creek tonight." The eighteen year old asked.
"Sure sweetie. Have fun with your friends." said Maddie.
"Thanks, Mom." said Randy.
"Something's off with that boy." said Zack.
"It is called being a teenager." said Maddie.

The phone rang, Maddie answered. "Hello. Konichiwa Toranaga-san. ええ…分かりました…ゾンビのように振る舞っていると…悪夢のようですね…想像できます…今すぐですか？本当に待てないんですか？料金は4倍で、Eセルはそのままお預かりします。分かりました。できるだけ早く駆けつけます." Maddie hung up the phone. "Zack that was the Yakuza. Another bathhouse has become haunted and they want us there now."
Zack stood up with a sigh."Well, they do pay our premium rate, and in gold no less. Jazz, be a dear and watch over things. We shouldn't be more than a few hours."

***

This was not the first time that 'a few hours' had turned into an all nighter for that paranormal investigators. Jazz tried not to worry, or think about Booker staring at her ass, as she lead Randy's friends up the stairs and to his door. "Randy." Jazz knocked on her brother's door. "Sam and Booker are here. They were worried about you." Silence. "Randy..." Jazz knocked harder. "Get up, you have company." more silence. Jazz pounded on the door. "Randy!"
"Is he even in there?" asked Sam, sounding concerned.

Just when Jazz was about to kick down the door, she heard her brother shouting. "I'm up! I'm up! Just give me a second!" said Randy, sounding frantic.

Jazz looked at her watch. "I really have to run. Great seeing both of you." the teenager bolted out the door thankful that the hover train station had been built in such a convenient spot to her house.

***

Randy Fenton opened the door and gave his two friends a big hug. "You have no idea how happy I am to see both of you."
Sam and Booker were in shock. "Dude, what happened last night?"
Randy smiled. "Right, it has only been a few hours for you two." It was at that point that the pair noticed that Randy Fenton looked different. Their scrawny acne faced friend was now clear of skin and toned with lean, sinewy muscle. "For me it feels like it has been days." Randy led his friends into his bedroom before the door closed by itself.

"Randal, what happened last night? You never logged on. We tried calling you, you never responded to our texts. You owe us an explanation." asked Booker.
"We were worried about you." said Samantha.
"I appreciate that." said Randy. "and I am sorry about last night. But guys, you are not going to believe what I have to tell you."

"Really?" said Booker in a tone of incredulity.
"Really really. But before that, let me get you guys something to drink. Trillium." Randy snapped his fingers and a woman in a maid's outfit materialized out of nowhere.
"You called, master?" said the woman as she performed a curtsy with her too short skirt.
"Earl grey tea with honey and whole milk for The Book, a black coffee for Sam, and I will have an orange juice, fresh squeezed."
"As you command, master." The smiling maid vanished into a misty vortex.
"Was that Star's step-mom?" asked Booker.
"What is that psycho-bitch doing dressed like a maid? and what is with the disappearing trick? Randy, what..."
"That's nothing." Randy snapped his fingers. "oh kitties."

Three girls appeared suddenly in a puff of colored smoke. At first glance, Booker thought that they were wearing colored morph suits while Samantha thought that they were covered in full body paint. It was only after the pair noticed that the girls had long tails and fluffy pointed ears that they realized that the trio had green, blue, and snow white skin respectively.
"""Master.""" The trio said in unison.
"Kitties, these are my best friends. Sam, Book, these are the kitties." The trio of car girls wrapped their arms and tails around Randy. The teenage boy casually caressed their bodies. "They were a gift from Pharaoh Tuckwoehotep for helping him conquer one of his rivals. Girls, make Sam and Book feel welcome."

The three cat girls floated over to where Sam and Booker were standing in shock and confusion. Randy laughed at the expressions on his friends' faces as they felt the delicate fingers of the **** ghosts caressing them, the girls laughing seductively as their tails wrapped around the humans.
"Last night. There was some kind of accident. I was looking for snacks down in my parents lab when something caused the spectral-portal to go haywire. It sent me out of this world to another dimension. A dimension filled with ghosts. But more than that. It changed me."

Samantha and Booker watched Randy's eyes begin to glow green before their friend was engulfed in a wave of energy that turned his hair white and his clothes black and skin tight.
"Wow. Randy. You're a..." Samantha was cut off when the maid popped back into the room with their drinks.
"The term is a halfa." said Randy. "at least, that is what the ghosts called me."

"So, now you believe in ghosts?" said Booker.
"Believe? Dude you have no idea. This whole city is one giant shopping center for the spectrals to hunt, feed, and collect trophies." said Randy.
"How do you know this?" asked Booker.
"That is a long story." said Randy as he sat down with his maid in his lap.