#iykwim

And, well? Team Phantom has to do something. The sidekicks of other heroes are doing the best they can, probably, but it's just not enough to save everyone.

"We can't let thousands of parents come home to find their kid dead or missing." Sam announced, only fifteen minutes after Mr. Lancer originally popped out of existence. The four teens are in Fenton Works, trying to figure out a plan of action.

Jazz looks horrified at the thought of it.

Tucker just looks sick. Either with stress or worry, no one can really tell.

"I might be able to fly, but I can't be everywhere at once." Danny muttered, hands knotted in his hair as he's bent over in thought.

Jazz snapped her fingers. "Ghosts! Could ghosts work? We could recruit uh... Wulf. Pandora. The likes."

Her brother looked pensive, but sat up at the thought.

"Wait. It— It could work. The time and age in the Zone is always weird. They could be excluded from the funky magic stuff."

Sam looked like she was about to start ripping out her black hair. "But what if it doesn't work? What then?"

"Sam, we're going to have to try. There's... there's nothing else we can do now." Jazz expressed.

Team Phantom had long dismissed being saved by adults, much less heroes. But it was a different thing to have to be ones for more than Amity.

But... They had to try. Kids didn't deserve to die just because the world they lived in was full of magic and problems.

Danny closed his eyes and let out a breath.

He wasn't some natural born leader. Not some amazing powered person or great ghost.

But he had a duty. Not just for humans and for ghosts, but to people in general.

It was better to do something right than nothing wrong right now.

"Sam, start making a list of the ghosts we know could help. We'll direct them once I can inform them of the situation and get them out of the Zone."

"Tucker, I need you to write out a message about what kids can do and translate it into all the languages you can find."

"Jazz, can you contact Red Huntress? Get her flying around and doing all she can to help or direct younger kids in other towns. She seems to like you."

He grabbed one of the Fenton headset-comm things and went inside of the Zone.

He only hoped it wasn't too late for too many kids.

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"I've always wanted to wear this for more than Amity. But oh my fuck am I scared right now, Sam." Tucker gulped, pulling on his hoodie and the black gaiter and tech-y looking goggles.

Tucker is ignoring how insane he's being, hacking into Justice League tech. Even after Robin, Kid Flash and some other Bats had given a message!

But it was encouraging... just. Not enough, you know? This wasn't some complex that they're somehow better, but—

"Tucker. Turn on the damn camera."

Sam was scary when she was stressed. The goth was poised next to him, in plant-themed outfit.

With his heart jack rabbiting in his ribs and keeping comms open for Danny, he hit the broadcast button.

"Minors everywhere— please, listen again. We know there has already been a broadcast, but you need to understand how to help your fellow kids."

A shaky exhale he hoped the mic didn't catch.

"You need to double check cooking machines, sinks, and showers are off, as well as dangerous machinery. If you're younger than fifteen, stay at home if you're safe. If you're older, please go search for younger ones and bring them to a school."

"Older teenagers, you're in charge. Get formula for the babies you might find. Make sure to grab medication and keep phones on you." Sam chimed in, voice modulated but trying to sound reassuring.

"Younger heroes will help you if they can. There also might be glowing green people or animals— please, don't be alarmed. They're also trying to help."

"And all of you," She finished for Tucker, "be brave. Be kind. And most of all, be alert. Cherry Bomb and King Tech out."