"Are you sure about this?" One of the three teenagers sitting in a circle in the basement asked. She was wearing a black-and-purple tank top that exposed her midriff, a black skirt with green plaid stripes, purple tights, and black boots. The black-haired girl was Sam Manson. They were sitting cross-legged on the ground in a circle around a big, black, three-foot wide bag with strange green and grey gadgets in it.
"Absolutely, look, this is my parent's life work! They died without continuing it! I have to pick it up." a black-haired boy dressed in a white-and-red shirt, blue jeans, and red-and-white sneakers replied assuredly. He was Danny Fenton.
"And what makes you think it actually works? Seriously, it's just a soup container." The other boy sitting on Danny's left deadpanned. He was wearing a red hat with a yellow shirt along with green pants and brown boots.
"Really Tuck, His parents have been working on it for...like... SO LONG! You shouldn't judge by appearances." Sam huffed as she crossed her arms.
"Well, we'll just have to find out. I'll meet you at school tomorrow. I'm going up to 'my' room." The young Fenton got up and dragged the bag to a nearby wall.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay Danny? I mean, with this whole foster thingy, not the legacy stuff." Sam got up and asked worriedly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You're parents are gonna be asking where you are if you two don't head back soon. Bye." The boy dragged the bag up the stairs, causing a small commotion before waving goodbye.
"Yeah, bye." The two other teens were left to question themselves if their friend was okay.
Hopefully.
The other two walked out the back door.
(fade out)
Danny was busy eating cereal at the table of his foster parents. Mr. And Mrs. Haden, they said to call them. Now, the two adults are very peculiar people. Mrs. Haden worked as a part time waitress by day, whereas Mr. Haden worked, well, let's just say he never told them. All they knew was that his job needed him to be away at long time of the day, and even days at end at times!
Strange, but not uncommon to the younger Fentons was the clothes they wore. It was always, long sleeves and pants, with a coat and beanie for measure, and to hell with the climate! They were friendly and certainly welcoming, saying that they miss having children in the house. This was assured by the already furnished two rooms the children were told to go. Jazz had taken the initiative to go and talk to said adults, and discovered that their rooms has once belonged to two twins. One boy, one girl. Of course, Danny couldn't be bothered as he was busy with his 'gadgets'.
Jazz glanced up from her book. 'Psychological Strategies For Handling Losses', it was called. The yellow covered book was placed flat out on the table as she glared softly and Danny in annoyance. He was eating his cereal with his right hand, while using his left, poking at a soup container with a blue screwdriver. The Haydens had left earlier to get to work, and told them that it was just for one day that they would have to leave early. This has left the two alone at home and with half an hour before school started.
"Danny, you know ghosts aren't real right?" She asked, with a concerned tone in her voice. It was possible that her brother was using this as an outage to cope with sudden loss or to forget anything ever happened. Poor Danny. She turned her eyes down to the book.
'Psychologists have written extensively on the defense mechanisms that people use to eradicate something unpleasant or detrimental from perceived reality. A disastrous investment is a perfect example of something that literally anyone would like to reverse or undo.'
Anything. Anything that can be reversed.
If only one could control time.
"Yeah. Whatever you say." Danny put down the screwdriver and stuffed as much cereal in his mouth as he could before getting up and grabbing his backpack. He stuffed the Thermos in the bag put down his spoon.
"Look, Danny, this isn't good for you. You need to accept the fact tha-"
"Jazz! Jazz, I'm fine okay?" He raised his hands up in surrender.
"C'mon, I'll drive you to school." She ruffled his head and they walked to the door.
~timeskip~◇
Casper High, the school of students who probably never learn anything. Danny, Sam and Tucker walked through the crowded hallway and up a flight of stairs.
"You think I should tell Jazz?" The Fenton nudged the two teens on either side of him.
"Who? Her? She's practically a 'phychological adult'. Adults never listen'" Tucker reasoned.
"Even worse, they don't understand!" The goth added on.
"Yeah, but... she would understand that I would want to continue what mom and dad started right?" Danny frowned.
"Look, did you bring the tracker thingy?" Sam asked.
"Yeah? I even brought the container and this weird...wrist band?" The frowning boy looked in his bag awkwardly and leaned against the railing so as to not block any students passing by.
"Ahem, it's called a locator, wrist ray and Thermos." Tucker corrected smugly and leaned against the railing on Danny's right.
"Show-off." The other two chorused.
"It's just an example of how much I ACTUALLY PAY ATTENTION in class?" He fluttered his eyelashes innocently and they all started to giggle as they headed to the cafeteria.
"Well, you're the only one who does it seems." Sam joked.
"Hey, it makes him unique!" Danny shrugged.
"Yeah! And unique is good! That's why I'm an Ulto-Recyclo Vegetarian." Sam grinned and crossed her arms proudly and the headed to the cafeteria.
"Huh?"
"That means she doesn't eat anything with a face on it." Danny explained.
"Who cares about that stuff? Two words: Meat connoisuer." Tucker sniffed the air. Last night you had Sloppy Joes."
"Impressive."
"It heightens the senses. Yeah, and my all meat streak is fourteen years long." The boy announced proudly.
"Well that's about to change." Sam patted Tucker's back and placed a tray of 'grass on a bun' to him.
Lo and behold, the school board menu was changed to a banner that said 'Ulto-Recyclo vegetarian' week. Everyone was given a 'turfwich' for recess.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?"
"I wore them down." The goth smiled as a hand was placed on her shoulder.
"Miss Manson, the school board would like me to thank you personally for introducing this wonderful new experiment at our cafeteria." Suddenly, Mr. Lancer, their literature teacher, said as he walked by.
Just then, Tucker sniffed the air around the slightly overweight teacher, "Meat, Near."
He definitely had some strong senses.
"No, the rumor about the all meat buffet at the teacher's lounge isn't true. Now I'd better be going..." Mr Lancer walked away, leaving a bewildered Danny and a suspicious Tucker sitting at a table of Turwhiches.
"Thank YOU for making us eat GARBAGE Samantha." Tucker growled.
"It's not GARBAGE, It's recyclable matter." She corrected.
"It's garbage." Both boys chorused.
Just then, his bag started to vibrate and a muffled, automated voice could be heard coming from it.
'Welcome to the Fenton Finder. A ghost is near. Walk forward."
"Guys...did you hear that?" Danny eyed his own bag suspiciously.
"YEAH." The other two stared at the bag with just as much curiosity.
'Ghost detected. Turn right."
The trio turned their head to see the lunch lady behind the counter. She gave a shifty-eyed glance around before pulling a hamburger out of her pocket and sneaking away in order to eat it.
"Traitor!" Sam hissed.
"Er, shoudln't we be talking about how the tracker doesn't work?" Tucker interrupted before the goth could ramble on about how veggies were important.
"Oh yeah." Her cheeks flushed.
"I think it does." Danny motioned to a Lunch Lady Ghost phasing through the ceiling and glaring at the "Ultra Recyclo Veggie Lunch Menu."
He glanced back at the spoonful of grass on a bun he was holding and rolled his eyes, placing it down.
"FENTON!"
The teen grimaced and turned around to see the blonde jock storm over with a plat of mud in his hands.
"I ordered THREE MUD PIES. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY GAVE ME? THREE MUDPIES!" He growled. "And it's all because of your girlfriend!"
"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" Danny retorted. "I"M NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND!" Sam added on.
Tucker sat there smugly, pushing his plate away and crossing his arms.
"Savage."
"Oh Shaddup Tuck."
Dash picked Danny up from the collar and set him down at the table not too far away, placing the plate in front of him.
"Eat it. ALL of it." The jock taunted.
Danny shot him and glare and slouched in his seat. He was not gonna eat anything. He was not gonna listen to a silly jock, and he was definitely, NOT going to let his chance of catching a ghost go to waste.
"Dash. I am NOT eating mud." He said simply and stood up, pushing the plate away. This gained him a few shocked gasps and a facepalm from Tucker.
"TOPSOIL!" Sam corrected.
"Yeah, whatever. Sorry Dash. I'm really sorry. Eat your own food. It's good for you. Hey, Sam, mind telling him WHY?" He motioned for the goth to come over. Said person stormed over and looked at the blonde in the eye, pushing him down in the seat and took in a deep breath to start her lecture.
"My dear sir, Vegetables are good for you AND nutritious in ANY form. The best thing is that, they're always ready when you are! Look, They can be eaten raw, cooked, steamed, grilled and it ALWAYS retains it's vitamins!" She started and motioned for Danny to go.
As if catching what she meant, Tucker grabbed Danny's bag and tiptoed to the counter, where Danny did the same.
"It's garbage!" Dash huffed and attempted to get up. Instead, he was pushed down by two other vegetarians and Sam continued her lecture.
"It's recyclable organic matter." One of them said.
"It's good for you!" The other continued.
This gave Sam the perfect opportunity to sneak off and she grabbed the person closest to her and patted his back, saying that he's be doing his country a great help. If, of course, he'd only try. Too bad his fate was to get picked on by Dash at the end of the day...
~Behind teh counter~
"Riiight. We lost her." Sam complained.
"But... I got a picture!" Tucker held up his PDA and smirked.
"Lemme SEE!" The other two fought for the PDA, causing a ruckus. Tugging here and there was not the ideal situation for ghost hunting...
With a strong yank, The Manson gained hold of the PDA and looked at it and ruffled her brow.
"Erm. Okay?" She raised her eyebrow and placed it in the hands of Danny.
"She looks friendly enough." Said boy dumped the device in Tucker's lap.
"She should seriously consider haunting a different place. SHe probably doesn't belong here." The other boy shrugged and dumped the PDA in Sam's lap.
"Hey! It's YOURS." She then dumped back on Tucker's lap.
"Yeah. But who's gonna carry Danny's 'bag of gadgets'? You don't even eat meat. That means you don't have the strength to carry it. Even with BOTH hands." He argued as Danny placed his hand on his forehead and shook his head slowly. This however, went unnoticed by his best friends, who were arguing about whether veggies or meat was better.
"Oh! Hello there." They heard a friendly voice of the Lunch Lady appear behind them.
Danny nudged the two arguing two but they were to busy arguing to notice.
"Well I can do whatever I want!" Sam huffed, completely oblivious to the addition in the kitchen.
"WELL YOU CAN'T JUST CHANGE THE MENU!" The other retorted.
"Wait, SHE CHANGED THE MENU?" The ghost in their presence roared.
Now the other two noticed the other life, or deathform in the room and their eyes widened at the sight of friendliness washed from the ghost's face, to be replaced by a terrifying face filled with anger,
"THE MENU HAS BEEN THE SAME FOR FIFTY YEARS!"
A/N: Go away plot bunny.
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ME: *Cries in corner*