Phantom Sight

School for a ghost

Three Years Later

Danny woke up to the beeping of his twelve year old alarm clock. He swung his legs off the bed and leaned on his dresser while putting his clothes on. He left the house without breakfast or seeing his fathers face. A typical morning, he grew to appreciate the quiet.

Outside waited his motorbike. Danny drove past the houses he never visited. The students were spilling in to Capser High School as Danny parked his bike. He unfastened his arm brakets and swung them in a steady motion.

After the accident, there were whispers and rumors and sideways glances.

After a while, it all died down. Now it was normal to see the Fenton kid with his jacked up nerves and scar leading from the right side of his forehead, down the side of his neck to his back and outwards down his arms to his palms.

His "limited abilities" gave him a free pass to sit out in gym, which made the jocks mad, because even they couldn't sit out in gym. This made him they're target.

Danny was constantly falling asleep in his classes, making his grades go down along with his teachers' expectations. So, no nerd friends.

Everyone had a group, a place where they belonged. Danny had nobody. At one point, he had a friend, two friends. Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. They didn't talk anymore ever since Danny blew up in Sam's face and called Tucker a Tecno-maniac.

It was Dannys own fault he was a friendless loser. He wasn't even sure why he did what he did anymore. Why he kept putting the ghosts back everything they ran amuck.

Maybe it was because it gave him purpose. Who knows.

"Daniel Fenton"

Danny jerked awake, "y-yes sir." There were snickers as Dash mocked Danny.

"See me after class."

Dannys eyebrows furrowed, and he slammed his pencil down.

The bell finally rang, and Danny tried to sneak out the door,he was unsuccessful.

"Daniel, I know you have been more tired lately. I'm aware of the situation in your household right now as well- " Mr.Lancer held up a hand to silence Dannys' questions.

"I want you to try harder, but i know how hard it can be, so I'm giving you the spare key to my office. I have a couch in there you can nap on from time to time, and hopefully, it will put you in a more academic mood. "

Danny didn't know what to say.

"If you ever need to talk, I'm here, Daniel."

"Thanks," Danny said, taking the key, "and I am trying."

Lancer nodded. It was a step in the right direction. Danny didn't go straight home. He went to the school library to study. It was so quiet and peaceful, and Danny eventually ended up falling asleep over his textbook.

He had a short dream about the Shakespeare play Macbeth before he finally woke up. The librarian had left, and the school was fairly dark. It was around nine.

"Dammit, slept too long." Danny slung his backpack over his shoulder and pushed his way out the library doors. He paused on each step, using his braces as a crutch.

Danny was sure that his father didn't hear his motorbike pull up to the house. He got inside and searched around the house for his father. He found him asleep at the kitchen table.

Like father, like son. Always tired.

"Dad, you can't sleep at the table." Danny shook him awake.

"You just get home?" Jack slurred slightly.

"Yeah, I did. Just didn't want you to hurt yourself sleeping at the kitchen table. Night dad."

Jack stood up and looked at the clock.

"Don't come home so late, you'll miss your chores,"

Danny sighed. It was like his dad didn't even hear him anymore.

"I'm gonna find Maddie, I'm gonna find your mom, Danny."

Danny ignored it, even though he heard him. He went upstairs, closed the door, and tried to sleep. The next morning, he was woken up by the sounds of Hunter Ghost Skulker.

"Seriously, skulker?!" Danny shouted, avoiding the giant glowing blade.

"YES child, I am a hunter. The hunt never sleeps."

Danny fired a blast clipping Skulker in the shoulder, "Well, maybe it should!"

Skulker ejected a wave of small blades at Danny, some actually hitting their marl for a change. Danny pulled out his thermos and trapped Skulker.

"Ugh, gonna have to bandage that up before breakfeast," Danny said, yanking a tiny knife out of his forearm. Danny made his way back home.

Danny changed back before walking in the house. He grabbed his arm braces from the bushes, careful not to set off another trap. The house was silent. His father must've still been asleep.

He found the gauze in the bathroom and cleaned up his wounds before making his way downstairs. He needed to finish this so he could eat and lounge around like a normal teenager on a Saturday morning. As Danny approached the portal, he noticed something. A note tapped to the wall.

"Danny, I know you've been coming down to the lab. I'm glad we have something in common. I'm glad you never gave up on finding Maddie either. She's in the portal, I know it. I've gone to find her. We'll be a family again."

It was a hastily scribbled out note.

"Agh, no,no,no,no,no,no dammit!" Danny  whined.

He dialed Jazz's number. She didn't pick up. Right, there is no reason to involve her. He could find Jack on his own. Hopefully.

Danny took a tentative step towards the portal. Then, a step back. He was gonna need some gear.

Armed with a backpack full of things he may need, including ecto-rope, Danny stepped into the portal. After his eyes adjusted, he floated further in.

It was something he had never seen before, gravity defying things. Doors floating everywhere.

"Dad?" He called as he opened one of the doors. A creepy room with a little girl sitting in front of a broken TV greeted him. She grinned at him with wide, sharp teeth.

"Nope. Not my dad!" He shouted, slamming the door shut. He hoped Jack hadn't gone in any of these doors. As he kept going, he saw fewer doors and more islands.

Wherever he went, he was met with animosity.

"What are you doing here, dipstick?" Ember asked.

"Passing through," Danny offered weakly. He almost got run over by a sound wave attack from her electric ghost guitar.

As the day wore on, so did his mental capacity to dodge physical attacks from several different ghosts.

It was midnight by the time he made it back to the lab, and he ended up passing out on the floor from the strain.

He dreamed about Jazz showing up and finding Jack and seeing his fathers smile again. That would be so nice.