Portal Bound.

Δ. Damn Portals.

There's a certain point in one's life, say like when swirling green portals don't phase them, that one might begin to question their own sanity. To look upon a neon green vortex of which it is uncertain where it leads or where it came from, and not feel surprised at all to see it, means there is probably something a little bit odd about them. This is what young Daniel Fenton thought as he gazed nonchalantly at the toxic green portal placed haphazardly on the wall between the stalls and sinks of the Casper High's boys bathroom. 'Hmm.' He thought with no real enthusiasm. 'That should not be there.' Of course considering it was was the middle of his English lesson and he was not in class he shouldn't really be there either, so who was he to judge the portal? Maybe it just really needed to pee. Being the polite half ghost he was, Danny thought to give the portal some privacy, and he very quickly left the bathroom. Left unawares that the portal snapped closed as soon as he was gone.

It appeared again on his way back home and rather than be unnerved Danny regarded it as a stranger once met on a late night, seen again many years later. 'We meet again old friend.' He thought dramatically as he skirted around the Portal, that was now snuggled between two trees in the park path he'd taken as a short cut. The portal seemed to hum with an urgency, one Danny was all too happy to ignore. See defeating so many foes, turning a planet invisible to avoid a disasteroid, becoming the king of ghosts and keeping his ghostly alter ego a secret from his parents and town since the young age of 14, led the now 16 year old to regard random portals to unknown places with a special kind of careful wariness. Not because he was afraid but simply because he was tired and really didn't want to bring any extra trouble to his already troublesome life. For one, it was hard enough to keep a secret when a life of crime fighting had inevitably given him quite a new look. The fact people seemed to be getting smarter meant that the connection of similarities between himself and the town hero Phantom where hitting a little too close to home. If he was seen poking around portals, well it just wouldn't be a pleasant string of questions he'd be stuck answering.

Ignoring the portal didn't seemed to work though because when he got home he was met with one open on the stairs that lead to the second floor, more importantly his bedroom. He felt rather scandalised by this blatant betrayal on the portals behalf. Here he was, just minding his own business and the portal seemed adamant about stalking him and barring him from the bliss that was face-planting into his bed and laying there until dinner. This was his usual schedule, granted it was often disrupted, but that was usually by disgruntled ghosts that didn't like their new ruler being a half dead child. Danny was all too familiar with this, expected it even, and so the interruption was not so frustrating. However the portal was a new level of disruption, and so he was certainly not happy to see it. "Shoo!" He said as if the portal would listen, unaware of two pairs of eyes watching him. "Go away. I want to go upstairs. It's incredibly rude just sitting there you know. Off with you." He murmured. When the portal didn't respond, as expected, he rolled his eyes, walked to the side of the stairs and scaled that, climbing over the railing and trudging up to his room, leaving the portal. The witnesses watched as the rejected vortex snapped closed, disappearing as if never there in the first place.

If Madeline and Jack Fenton were the average parent they might have been concerned about their son's sheer lack of alarm towards the portal. But they weren't the average parent. In fact their daughter Jazz would even go so far as to describe them as the 'absent' parent. She practically raised Danny herself, the 18 year old was now off at college now which meant that for the most part Danny looked after himself. He'd been unlucky enough that his parents had come upstairs to be parents at the particular moment he'd come across the portal on the stairs. Not because they had questions for him, no they passed off his lack of concern as 'knowing his mother and father would handle it'. No he was unlucky because their thoughts of actually functioning as a family were cast aside in favour of examining the staircase, it was probably haunted after all.