It's almost spooky month, so what better way to celebrate spooky month by writing spooky oneshots? And what better way to write spooky oneshots than to write them about the JITS crew being silly goofy ghost hunters?

Enjoy!

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"Are we really doing this?" Skizz asked, glancing at the little screen in front of him showing Impulse and Joker playing a worryingly intense game of Tic-Tac-Toe in the back of the truck. He looked at Tango, who sat next to him driving the vehicle. "I really don't like this, Top."

"Relax," Tango answered, turning on the windshield wipers as the rain picked up once again. "It's not like ghosts actually exist anyway. It's easy money."

Skizz groaned. "Yeah, but if ghosts aren't real," he said, "then why is there an entire organisation dedicated to hunting them?"

Tango shrugged. "Dunno, but if you crap your pants, it's on you."

"I'm not gonna poop my pants, Tango!"

Tango laughed as Skizz's cheeks turned slightly pink from embarrassment. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He smiled at his friend fondly. "You'll be fine," he promised. "Besides, you've got the rest of us to protect you in the case that you do need protecting."

Skizz returned the loving smile. "Okay." He jabbed a finger at Tango's arm. "But you better not pull any pranks, you big jerk-face!"

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Joker looked up from the Tic-Tac-Toe board as he felt the truck come to a stop. He heard a wooden smack! and looked over to see Impulse grinning triumphantly at him. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "What. Did. You. Do."

Impulse turned up his chin and crossed his arms proudly. "Take a look for yourself," he said, and upon looking back at the board and seeing that Impulse had won (again), Joker gasped.

"You cheater!" he shouted.

"Am not!" Impulse shouted back. "It was literally my turn!"

Joker quirked an unimpressed brow at him. "Oh, really?" he said, and Impulse nodded, confused on why Joker was so suspicious of him. "It's awfully convenient how it's suddenly your turn as soon as I look away."

Impulse narrowed his eyes incredulously, then huffed. "You're just mad because you haven't won a single game this entire ride," he said.

Joker looked away, pouting and crossing his arms. "Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"Okay, you babies," Tango said with a goofy smile as he opened the back of the truck, Skizz standing and fidgeting behind him. "Come on out, we're here."

Impulse gave Skizz an almost worried look. "You okay over there, Skizz?" he asked, clambering out of the truck. "You look nervous."

"Nervous?" Skizz repeated, laughing to himself. Oh yeah, he's nervous. "Why would I be nervous? I'm not nervous, I'm never nervous. I don't know what you're talking about. You're crazy, Dipple Dot. Absokutely bonkers- Out. Of. Your. Mind. If you think I'm nervous. In fact, I think you're the nervous one and you're just projecting onto me because- well- because you are!"

Impulse snorted and patted Skizz's shoulder. "Okay, buddy." He shivered a bit as the cold rain hit his head, face, and arms.

Joker followed Impulse outside, grumbling about how the latter's last win "didn't count" because the truck wasn't moving when he won so, in his mind, Joker was the real winner. "Dumb Impulse," he said, purposely being loud enough for the brunette to hear.

"Mememememeh," Impulse murmured, earning a swat from Joker. "Hey!"

Joker ignored Impulse, marching off toward the building, which looked rather neglected from the outside. There were overgrown rose bushes and ivy vines crawling up the sides of supporting posts and the walls of the building, the path was cracked and crumbling, and the company logo sign was falling off the front of the poor establishment. It looked spooky enough for even Tango to want to leave already.

"Nope, we already drove all the way here," Joker said. "Besides, we wanted to do this."

"We?" Skizz said. "You guys wanted this. I just got dragged along with it!"

Joker rolled his eyes. "Because quartets are better than trios and you're lame so you don't get a say in it." He stuck out his tongue and Skizz did the same. "Come on, let's get out of this rain already."

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"I told you they wouldn't show," a slim, tall Japanese girl named Seari said, sitting on Mr. Arcouri's desk and checking out her fingernails after filing them. "They probably chickened out."

Mr. Arcouri sighed. "And I told you that they would probably be late due to the weather," he said. "I have faith those boys will show up any minute, eager to start their internships with us." He smiled at her.

Seari rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, boss."

As if on cue, the camera alert system dinged on Mr. Arcouri's computer, telling him that there were people coming into the company building.

"And here they are," he said with a grin, making Seari chuckle in surprise. "Let's go greet our new employees, shall we?"

Seari nodded.

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"This place is mad scary," Skizz said, wrapping his arms around himself. He made sure to let the others go in front of him so if anything happened, he could run and get away quickly. It was selfish, but he was terrified!

"It's only scary because you're a chicken," Joker said.

"I am not!"

Joker laughed and flapped his arms like a bird. "Bawk bawk!"

Skizz scowled at him and huffed. "Least I'm not a jerk!"

Tango and Impulse looked at each other, trying not to laugh at their bickering friends.

"Okay, Joker," Tango said, drawing Skizz's and Joker's attention away from arguing with each other. "That's enough teasing."

Skizz huffed, grinning. "Thank you, To-"

"For now," the blonde finished, making Skizz freeze. "We can all tease him later when we're actually ghost-hunting."

"Top!"

"Guys, we're supposed to act professional," Impulse said, huffing dramatically. "Do we want this job or not?" He narrowed his eyes at Skizz. "Don't answer that."

Tango sighed. "Imp, we're in our early twenties," he said. "There's nothing 'professional' about us."

"Ah, you must be the JITS Crew," a man's voice said from the other side of the lobby, startling all four of them. Next to him was a very pretty and slender woman.

Tango, Skizz, and Joker stared in confusion. "JITS Crew?"

The man nodded. "It was the name on your resumes," he said, and the three of them looked at Impulse.

"What?" the brunette said. "It sounded cool."

The man laughed a bit. "My name is Jonathan Arcouri," he said, "but you can call me Mr. Arcouri, or Mr. A for short." He turned to the woman next to him. "This is my secretary, Seari Katashima."

"You can call me Seari," she said in an Asian accent. "A pleasure to meet you."

Skizz looked around a little bit and saw Tango bow his head a bit. Skizz suddenly felt a little out of place.

"It's a pleasure for us to be here," the blonde man said. "We're really looking forward to this job."

Mr. Arcouri seemed delighted by that response. "Excellent!" he exclaimed, clapping joyfully. His face formed wrinkles as he smiled brightly at the four young men. "Then you'll be excited to hear that we have a job all ready for you to get cracking on tonight!"

Skizz let out a small squeak. "To- Tonight?" he stammered.

"Yes," Mr. Arcouri said. He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded toward Seari, who promptly left the room through a hallway on her left at the action. "While Seari fetches you your brand new ghost-hunting journals, I'll take you to our equipment shop to show you all of the tools we use here." He walked off in the opposite direction that Seari went, and the four guys hesitated slightly before Joker huffed and followed after the old man (though not before turning to the other three and bawking like a chicken, of course).

Mr. Arcouri led them to a large room that was filled with cheap-looking equipment on one side and very expensive, shiny equipment on the other.

"This," he said, "are the tools you'll be using during your investigations, my new friends." He walked over to the more cheap-looking items. "These are what you'll start off with. The company will provide each of you with an ultraviolet light, an EMF reader, a thermometer, a D.O.T.S. pen, a notebook and pencil, a spirit box, a video camera, and a flashlight to get you started. As you make more money, you can buy more items, and as you earn higher-ranking badges, you'll be able to buy better equipment."

Impulse looked around the room, gawking at how cool everything was. He didn't expect such a run-down place to house such high-tech gear. Well, a third of it was high-tech. A portion was lame, cheap stuff and the rest looked like you could get it from Walmart. "This is awesome," he said, then turned to Mr. Arcouri. "When do we get our stuff?"

"When you have your first mission by yourself," Mr. Arcouri answered. "Which will be another time. I'll be going with you tonight to teach you how all of the equipment works, but after that you're on your own."

Impulse nodded.

"So, uh..." Joker picked up what looked like a little radio or walkie talkie off a shelf and turned it over in his hands, inspecting the little gadget. "What's this thing?"

Mr. Arcouri gently took the gadget from Joker and flipped a small switch on the side of it to turn it on. "This is a spirit box," he explained. "You'll use it to try and communicate with the ghost, but I'll teach you about the equipment when we leave for the house."

Joker pursed his lips, feeling a little awkward knowing now that he wasn't supposed to be touching things.

"So, are ghosts actually real?" Skizz asked Mr. Arcouri nervously, to which the old man laughed.

"Are ghosts real?" he repeated, and Skizz cowered behind Tango. "Of course, they're real! We'd be out of business if they weren't."

Skizz frowned and lightly slapped Tango's arm. "I told you!"

Tango rolled his eyes. "I'll believe it when I see it."

Mr. Arcouri chuckled, shaking his head, then clapped when he noticed Seari walk into the room. "Ah, Seari, you're back," he said cheerfully. He seemed to be a very cheerful and happy man despite what his job is. "These, folks, are your brand new ghost-hunting journals."

She handed them each a book with a leather cover, each of them surprised by how much it weighed. "You'll record your evidence findings and notes about each ghost's behaviours here," she said. Impulse opened his to see a long list of maybe 25 names. "It has a list of every type of ghost we've discovered so far and a little bit about them, but you'll need to fill out the rest with your own findings."

Skizz grimaced. "But why?"

"Because it's part of the job of being an investigator," Mr. Arcouri answered. "On this day next year, you'll be tested on your knowledge and given a bonus based on your performance."

"I like money," Joker said, perking up at the sound of a bonus.

Impulse rolled his eyes.

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"For your training mission," Mr. Arcouri said over a radio, driving his own van with the 'JITS Crew' in the back, "you'll be helping me gather evidence about a ghost. We've already identified the type and we've given you an easy one so you won't be hurt on your first day. And if you do get hurt, I'll pay for the damages myself."

Skizz gulped. "Hurt?"

"The ghost's name is Robert Andrews," Mr. Arcouri continued. "When using the spirit box, it responds only to one person, alone." The vehicle came to a stop. "The house keys are by the keypad. Grab some gear and let's go."

The four of the hesitantly reached for some equipment, Impulse being the first to do so.

"Look at this thing," he said, picking up what looked like a Sci-Fi blaster gun of some sorts. Except it had headphones. He put the headphones on and pointed it at Tango, freezing when he saw his friend's lips move but not say anything. "Huh?" He took the headphones off. "Say that again?"

"I said, don't play around with stuff that isn't yours," Tango repeated. "We don't know what that does, so put it back."

Impulse frowned. "Aww..." He put the blaster thing back on the rack and reached for what he knew was the spirit box. "Well, I know what this thing does."

"Look at all of these tripods," Joker said with a laugh, pointing to five tripods that hung from the wall. "We should use, like, all of them." He glanced over at Skizz, who was visibly shaking as he fiddled with the zipper of his jacket. "Hey, buddy, you okay?"

Skizz shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. "I don't want to be here," he said quietly, to which Impulse walked over and hugged him. "Do I have to be here?"

Impulse shook his head. "No, but at least give it a try," he said gently. "There's no harm in trying, right? And you can stay right beside me the whole time. I'll never let go of your hand for a second."

Skizz looked up at Impulse and nodded. "Okay."

The back of the van opened and Mr. Arcouri stepped in, handing everyone a walkie-talkie. "You'll need these to communicate while we're working," he said. He looked a lot more serious now, a stark contrast between how cheery he was before at the company building. He grabbed a black box, a small flashlight, and a big flashlight, then left the van.

"I guess we just... go, then?" Joker said, sounding extremely unsure. He shrugged, grabbed a camera, a tripod, and (hesitantly) a black, remote-looking thing, then followed Mr. Arcouri.

Skizz walked over to the board and grabbed a thermometer. "I'll take this, I guess." He looked at the flashlights and picked two up. "Looks like Joker forgot his."

Impulse grabbed a flashlight and said, "Come on, Skizz, let's go." He held out his hand, to which Skizz huffed dramatically before taking it and walking out with Impulse.

Tango grabbed the notebook and pencil and a flashlight and left, too.

"The first thing we need to do is turn on the breaked, then find the room that the ghost is haunting," Mr. Arcouri explained, and Tango took off to find the breaker. "The easiest way to do find the room is to look for doors that are left ajar or lights that are left on. That way, we know the ghost is in the general vicinity." He turned to the crew, all of the confused, and smiled. "But that'll be more useful when you're more skilled and experienced. For now, just look for the coldest room in the house. Which one of you has the thermometer?"

Skizz hesitantly raised his hand.

"Fantastic! Lead the way, little one."

Skizz stared blankly at him. Little one? Really? He sighed and looked down at the thermometer in his hand. It read about fifteen degrees Celsius. He started walking slowly down the hallway, the temperature dropping ever so slightly as he moved, Impulse trailing behind him and holding tightly onto his hand. He stopped in the kitchen when the Mercury in the instrument went below the five and he turned to Mr. Arcouri. "How do I know when I've found the room?" he asked. "What's the lowest temperature?"

"Well, every ghost will be different," the old man said. "Some will drop the temperature to negative ten, some will barely drop the temperature at all. It'll do you good to just keep mental note of which rooms are the coldest as you search the house."

Skizz nodded and looked down at the thermometer, seeing it had dropped to just above zero as they were talking. "Oh! Is it in here?" He showed the thermometer to Mr. Arcouri.

Arcouri smiled. "We found our ghost room, fellas."

Under Mr. Arcouri's instruction, the four young men set up their equipment in the kitchen to hunt for the ghost. Skizz, Impulse, and Joker went back to the van to grab a photo camera and check to see if the camera was set at a good angle.

"Looks good over here," Joker said over the walkie-talkie radio, peeking at the cameras. "I can see the whole room."

"Good," Mr. Arcouri responded through the radio. "How about that breaker, blondie?"

"I found it," Tango answered. "It's pretty old, I'm not sure I know how to turn it on."

Joker snickered. "Aww, is the tech nerd stumped?" he teased.

"Shut up!"

Mr. Arcouri laughed into the walkie-talkie. "There should be a big, red switch at the top," he said. "Just flick that to the green light and you'll be set."

"Got it."

Joker watched in the camera as the lights flicked on in the kitchen, and Mr. Arcouri congratulated Tango. "Oh, woohoo," Joker said unenthusiastically, not using the radio so Tango and Arcouri wouldn't hear.

Impulse turned to Skizz, who was staring down at the photo camera in his hands. "Hey, how are you doing?" he asked softly whilst Joker stared intently at the camera. "Skizz?"

The other jumped when Impulse put his hand on his shoulder. "Oh- uh, yeah, I just..." He sighed. "What Mr. Uh... Acorn...?" He shook his head. "What the guy helping us said really freaked me out. Do people really get hurt doing this? And does that mean that ghosts are actually real?"

"Well, it certainly seems like ghosts are real if Mr. A's seriousness is anything to go by," Impulse said, which certainly didn't help Skizz feel any better. "But he said he already knew what kind of ghost it is and that we probably won't get hurt, so... I think the best we can do is trust him." He smiled a bit. "Besides, you can't let some dumb ghost spook you after all the horror games we play together." He nudged Skizz with elbow, and Skizz snickered.

"Yeah, and I crap my pants every time," he said with a laugh, which made Impulse feel better. "Come on, let's go get some pictures of a ghost."

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"Now, place the notebook there," Arcouri instructed Tango, who opened up the notepad to place it and a pencil on the floor. "If ghost writing is one of the pieces of evidence, then soon it'll write in the book and we'll have our evidence." He turned to Impulse and Skizz (Joker was in the van watching for ghost orbs) and held out the spirit box. "Who wants to try it?"

Impulse and Skizz looked at each other nervously.

"You can do it," Skizz said with a small laugh, backing away from the device.

Impulse pursed his lips, then sighed. "Sure, fine," he said, then took the little radio. "What do I say?"

"Just ask it simple questions like, 'Where are you,' 'Are you here,' 'How old are you'," Mr. Arcouri said. "It may take a moment to respond, so give it a good several tries." He patted Impulse on the shoulder, then beckoned Tango and Skizz to follow him out of the kitchen.

"W-wait, where are you going?" Impulse asked, whirling around to watch them leave.

"The ghost won't respond to you if we're in the room with you," Arcouri explained. "Just relax, you'll be fine. This ghost isn't very aggressive." He smiled and waved, then ushered Tango and Skizz down the hallway.

Impulse sighed and turned back around. "Okay, ghost," he said shakily. "Let's hear what you have to say." He turned the spirit box on, jumping at the static noise. "Where are you?" he asked, pausing before asking another question. "Are you here?"

No response.

"How old are you?"

Again, no response.

"Where are you?"

"Behind you..."

Impulse let out a shriek and jumped, throwing the spirit box out of reflex. He watched as the notepad and pencil lifted off the ground, and the pencil began to write on the paper as a loud tone came from the EMF reader, which read at a level of five.

The young man darted out of the house screaming, not stopping until he got to the van. Even then, he was still freaking out.

"Jeez, Dipple Dot," Skizz said as Impulse sank to the floor, hyperventilating. "What the heck happened?"

"G-g-g-ghost-" Impulse took a long, deep breath. "Ghost- spirit box, I- Ghost!"

Joker burst out in laughter, holding his stomach as he cackled. "'G-g-g-ghost!'" he mimicked Impulse jokingly. "Did you really see it?"

Impulse shook his head, finally getting his bearings after what had happened. "No, no, I- I heard it," he said. "Then it wrote in the book and the EMF reader went crazy-" He sighed. "I need nap."

Mr. Arcouri began to clap. "Well, you can get a nice long one when you get home because you just finished your first ghost investigation," he said, applauding them. "Go ahead and look in your journals to see which ghost you got."

Slightly confused, the four of them looked at each other. "We're done?" they asked in unison.

"Yes, sirs," the old man said, nodding. "You got all the evidence you need, now look in your journals already! You need to record your findings, it's part of the job, people."

They pulled out their journals and scoured through the list.

"A spirit," Skizz said finally, stopping his searching. "'Spirits are very common ghosts. They are very powerful, but passive, only attacking when they need to. They defend their place of death to the utmost degree, killing anyone that is caught overstaying their welcome. Weakness: A Spirit can be temporarily stopped by burning incense near them.'" He paused and looked up. "So, they're typically more agressive, then?"

Mr. Arcouri shrugged. "Depends on the ghost," he said. "Now, come on, let's get your rookie asses back home to get some sleep."

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"Can't wait to see that paycheck tomorrow," Tango said as he unlocked the front door to the four guys' house, letting the other three in first.

Skizz laughed. "Tell me about it," he said with a grin. "We get a hundred bucks just for getting the ghost type correct, so that's automatically four hundred buck-a-roos for us."

Impulse sighed. "I'm just glad to be home," he said before flopping onto the sofa, nearly hitting his head on the side table.

"What are you doing?" Joker asked, judging Impulse with his eyes. "You're going to ruin the sofa by sleeping on it."

"I'm not gonna sleep on it," Impuse said, then he grabbed the TV remote. "I'm just going to watch some TV for a bit before I go to bed."

Joker rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure." He yawned. "I'm going to bed. You coming with, Tango?" He and Tango shared a bedroom, as did Skizz and Impulse. It was a small house and all they could afford, so they had to make do with sharing.

Tango shook his head. "I'm going to make myself something to eat first, I think," he said. "I'm starving. I'll come to bed in a little bit."

"'Kay 'kay." Joker waved a bit before heading to the back hallway to go to his and Tango's bedroom. "Night, guys!"

"Goodnight," Impulse and Tango said.

Skizz stretched his arms out. "Can you make me some food, too, Top?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Thanks!"

Tango ended up reheating some leftover chicken wings from the gas station (which were surprisingly good considering they were from a gas station) and he and Skizz sat and watched TV with Impulse...

Who did eventually fall asleep on the sofa.

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AAKSHAKAJAKKAJSJABAJSBDGEKAREEEEEEEEEE PHASMO!!!! JITS!!!!! THEY AND THEY DO GHOST STUFF!!!!!!!!! :D

Anyway, happy almost spooky month!!! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, there's another coming in about a week!!!