Danny' Interview

"What is your name then?" Mr. Clutter asked the boy in front of him.

"Danny Fenton," the boy answered as he looked around.

"Good Master Fenton, or could I call you Danny?"

Danny winced at the beginning of the question. "Just Danny is fine, thanks," he said.

"Thank you. Now, Danny what is your age?"

"Neglecting time travel, fifteen."

Mr. Clutter blinked, confused, before remembering who sent the boy to him. "Including time travel?" he asked.

"Uh," Danny muttered as he thought, "A few months older? I never kept track," he admitted as he shrugged.

Mr. Clutter muttered about abstinent time masters as he made a mark on the application. Then he looked back at the teen in front of him. "Any special abilities?"

Said teen shifted uncomfortably at the question. "Does being a trouble magnet count?" he asked hopefully.

"You are here because of Clockwork, that stands to reason," he answered.

"I guess so," Danny agreed. "Can I just say that I'm a fast healer and that I'm pretty sturdy and leave it at that?" He looked at the man hopefully.

Mr. Clutter resisted the urge to say no and demand the truth, but he restrained remembering what Clockwork had told him right before depositing the boy in his office.

"He will not give his secrets easily and with very good reason. The boy has been hunted by humans and ghosts alike, and has seen the consequences of revealing himself to the world. Do not push him, when the situation demands it, he will do what he can, even if it reveals him."

"As long as we also say unknown, hmm?" he asked instead.

Danny thought about it for a moment before agreeing, albeit reluctantly. "And it stays that way, no updating it for others to see," he said softly.

Mr. Clutter saw it for the demand it was and agreed. "Good. Now, would you have any problems traveling with female adventurers?"

"No," the teen replied with a look of 'heck no', "They might have problems traveling with me, but I don't mind traveling with anyone as long as I know they won't try to hurt, capture, or turn me against my morals."

Mr. Clutter obediently marked that on the application, wonder just what the teen had been through, before deciding that he was better off not knowing. "Now, Do you believe in brownies, dragons, dwarves, elves, fairies, ghosts, goblins, griffins, pixies…sea serpents, skin changers, trolls, werewolves, and wraiths?" He looked up and saw a blank look most often associated with zoning out and was prepared to regain his attention when Danny blinked and his eyes regained their focus.

"No offence, but I'd have to be insane not to believe in ghosts. They're pretty common where I'm from," he said. "And I've seen a couple of dragons. I saw a dwarf ghost with Freakshow when he came through town, and one of my friends could maybe be described as a werewolf. Not to mention Frostbite and his people. Soo, uh, yeah, I guess so." Danny blushed as he finished.

"Well, you are quite experienced now, aren't you?"

"Not really. All of them are ghosts. So, they have to come from somewhere, right?"

"I suppose so. And I'll just mark number seven as yes."

"Number seven?" Danny asked, lost.

"Everybody says yes to number seven," Mr. Clutter said by way of explanation, which, of course, explained nothing.

"What do you know about your magical ability and resistance to curses?" the man asked, looking back up.

"Absolutely nothing," Danny replied bluntly. "I've been controlled, but that was specially tailored, so…and magical ability. Would you count manipulation of a very specific energy substance as magic?" he asked in such an off-hand manner that Mr. Clutter knew he was revealing, at least partly, another ability.

"If it isn't versatile, then no," Mr. Clutter answered.

"Then I have no idea."

"I'll put unknown for both then."

"Thank you."

"And would you be willing to learn magic?"

Mr. Clutter looked up when Danny didn't answer right away.

"Only if I have the ability," he said after a moment of thought. "I don't want to end up needing to use something I have no idea how to use."

"Good, good." Mr. Clutter smiled. "And any evil intent?"

"No way in all the Realms!" Danny exclaimed.

Mr. Clutter blinked at the response, then put down 'no' in capital letters.

"Any experience with weapons?" he asked, eager to move on.

"I used a sword a couple of times and I can use any of my parents' inventions easily, but I don't have any training," he answered honestly. "I usually use my parents' inventions or whatever's available."

"Alright, how about no then?" Mr. Clutter asked before marking it down at a nod from his guest. "Just sign here and I will get a hold of you when someone asks for you then," he said, smiling.

Danny shrugged. "Alright."