AN: I had hit some writer's block for the crossover I'm writing so I asked on my Tumblr for story prompts and this was one of the prompts.
Dash Baxter led the group of jocks down the empty, dim hallways of the school, paint cans in hand. Their plan was simple: spray paint dicks on the doors of everybody they hated whether it be the doors of annoying teachers or locker doors of students. One of them had stolen the keys from the janitor and the sports free weekend offered the perfect opportunity.
They made their way from the first floor to the top spraying along their way. They had also bought way too many spray cans and intended to have them all used up by the time their little trip was over.
Soon enough they had reached the top floor where all the freshman teachers and lockers were.
"Hey, Ted, toss me the hot pink spray! I have a little surprise for Fentina!" Dash caught the can as it was lobbed his way and started going to work on the locker.
"Dude, that's gross!" Kwan laughed. "I didn't know you were such an artist!"
The group all roared with laughter and spread out with their paint cans to tag the lockers of their least favorite classmates.
However everyone froze when they heard a soft moaning sound coming from down the hallway. No one moved or made a sound, listening as it came closer to them.
"It's a ghost!" Someone hissed.
"Quick! Dash, get Lancer's door open! We can hide in his classroom!"
Dash pulled the keys from his pocket almost dropping them as he fumbled looking for the key to the teacher's doors. He found it with a small "aha!" and quickly opened the door. The group poured into the classroom, shut the door, and then gathered around the small window to catch a glimpse of the ghost.
The moaning drew closer and closer, and the group could see a faint white light coming closer in the dim light. As haunting as the echo-y voice was, there was almost something beautiful about it. Like it wasn't it quite moaning anymore and it had taken on words even though they couldn't quite make out what the words were.
Finally the ghost came into the view and every jaw dropped at the snow white hair that they had become familiar with seeing. Danny Phantom casually made his way down the hallway, his mouth wide open and filling the air with his song.
It went silent, though, when he approached Fenton's locker and facepalmed.
"Seriously? Who does this?!" Phantom exclaimed. Then he just sighed, turned the locker intangible letting the paint fall off of it, and opened it. He grabbed a Fenton thermos inside the locker then closed the now completely clean door.
He turned and looked around at the different lockers spray painted and shook his head. Then his singing resumed as he walked off.
No one dared to even move until everything had once against become silent. Then Kwan asked the question that was on everybody's mind.
"Was that Phantom? Singing opera?"
"He's really good," someone commented. "I think the echo really helps out."
"So is that where Phantom of the Opera comes from?"
"Shut the hell up, Chris."
Slowly the jocks filed out of the classroom and resumed their graffiti but they were quieter now. After they were done, they all went home and more than half of them added opera to their playlists.
AN: Thank you all for reading! I do take requests on my Tumblr but I can't promise I'll do all of them (I say as I stare at the already backed up request queue). 3