Ladies and Ghosts, welcome to Monster Inside Me, revamped; and redited! This was a story I did from last year and I took every chapter and went over them and added more detailing, I felt some of the charming and funny side from the original show was missing and it felt so lacked. Shoutout to a person important helping me out wish you were here to see how successful this story has become.

"Run, Danny, Run!"

A familiar voice in the distance rang in his ears as he continued to stride towards the words, his breath in a panic. His ears could only catch slight notice of it, deteriorating as the seconds passed by. Increasing in pace, begins to believe that his light is getting closer, only to take realization that it has disappeared before him, an indeterminable figure growing in place. Radiant green eyes breaking the darkness left in place, a large claw flew out to grab his waist, lifting him into the air. "L-Let go! This is so unfair," his voice let out, the tightness forcing grunted words. With a final gasp from Danny, the figure finally let go, a revealed face exposing itself through the dream fog as he descends..

"I'm trying to help-"

SLAM

Danny jerked up, cold beads dripping down from his head. "Mister Fenton...may I have a word with you after class?" The figure ahead of him came into focus as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Mister Lancer staring straight down with unsurprising disbelief. The slamming sound showed it was his hand smacking the desk for his attention.

"Uhh...I guess I have no choice," He yawned.

Behind him were his two best friends, Tucker Foley and Sam Manson. Both attempted to gather Danny's consciousness before, but their attempts were forced down by their teacher, leaving them slumped in their seats.

"S-sorry dude, we tried!" Tucker's bright voice cracked as he said those words, Lancer looking towards the two. "Hard to try when you have him breathing over you like a hawk" he muttered, looking away.

Before any arguments began, the bell rang from the side of the room, dismissing the class. "See you all again tomorrow." Lancer looked then at Danny, still sitting in his seat with drowsy eyes.

For the next few minutes, Danny yawned non-stop, so he put his hand over to keep them quiet. He was tempted to go invisible and fly off, but of course, he'd risk his ghost side being seen.

"Come on up." Lancer urged him with his finger to come forward without looking at him.

Danny groggily stood up, shoes tapping loudly against the floor.

"Mister Fenton...do you see what this is?" His hand just happens to be holding a constant issue for Danny, a test marked with a large "F" in cherry-scented ink.

Danny groans, "Ugh, again? I thought I got that thing done by now."

Lancer laughs, a serious face appearing on his face straight after, "Haha...no. Mister Fenton, this has been the fifth test you've slept through, and you do know the consequences of this...right?" He tapped his fingers.

"Detention, a call home, maybe a risk for my future," he offered sarcastically, as if told about this multiple times before. The multiple times lectured on this situation had Danny remember the risks like the back of his hand, despite not having enough of a care to let it bother him.

"Yes, but it also means you'll get to enjoy another year with me if nothing happens, and we don't want that do we?"

A shiver goes down Danny's back, "G-good point...I'm trying though, I really am! I studied all last night too!" Danny protested.

Lancer taps a pen on his desk, debating on his argument. "If what you say is true...then I'll let it slide this time. It seems your friends were also right on you looking sick, you're sweating...profusely..." He pumped the sanitizer bottle, cleaning himself of the sweat left by Danny's test. "Do you need me to call the nurse for you?"

Danny rose from his desk, walking towards the door. "No thanks, thanks for understanding though, Mister Lancer!" He left the room, finding his friends waiting at the lockers in front of the room. Danny grabbed his dirty purple-backpack.

"Are you okay, Danny? I've never seen you that tired before," Sam noticed, concerned.

Danny was used to walking home alone as well as with his friends, they insisted walking home together would be safest for him.

"Yeah, I'm more awake now. This really blows, though. I was so sure I'd make at least get a "C" on it." Danny ponders on this as they walk.

"Oh, have you guys noticed that there haven't been any ghost problems lately?" He ushered to them,

"Now that you mention it, there has been a lack of ghosts lately, but what do you mean exactly?" Tucker shrugged.

He looks to Tucker, the bags under his eyes hanging ready to move out if they could.

"Well, it's really given me more time to catch up on things, you know what I mean?" Danny smirked.

"Haha, with sleeping skills like yours, it'll be fun seeing how that'll turn out," Tucker teased.

"Sleeping skills? What?" Danny's voice grew confused.

"Oh you know, you were sleeping like a baby in there," Sam answered, chuckling herself.

"What? I was sleeping?" he asked, annoyance heard in his question.

His confusion caught them by the wheels, Tucker putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, man, why would you deny that? Mister Lancer tried to wake you up like 2 times."

Danny put his head in his palm as they walked, his eyes dimly glowing when he goes ghost. "Tucker, what are you saying? I remember being awake and doing the test..." He said slowly with dread.

"Danny, are...you ok?" Sam's hand reached out for him before he turned, a chilled smoke leaking from his mouth without notice.

"What are you guys trying to tell me? Did I miss something?"

His interference stops them all in place. His friends only look to him with gradually increasing concern.

"Well?"

"Danny...don't you remember? You were fast asleep the whole time..." Her words were slow, assuring he heard every word she said.

His hands showed trembling, as if his fight or flight reaction was going off within. "But...I don't remember falling asleep..." His palms slide up to his black hair, trying to process what happened before.

Sam wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Forget about it, Danny. Maybe you are just getting sick, Lancer did say so." she tells him reassuringly.

She then sees what seemed like what they've been fighting off this whole time.

"Since when is he right about anything?...I'll kill him..." He stares down, frosty air snarling out the cracks of his mouth, his radiant eyes darkening as if corrupted through.

Sam stood petrified, unsure what to think on what he had just said.

"Danny?" Tucker raised his voice in hopes of getting his attention.

He tilts his head up, the greenness in his eyes going back to the icy blue colour they were before. "W-what?" He smacks his cheeks a few times, recollecting his location. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." His tone returned back to the sweeter tone from before.

Despite what they heard, Tucker only chuckled. "I think you need a day off, dude."

Danny smiles, "I think you're right, I must be losing my sense of time with how tired I am..." From there, they proceed to the Fenton household.

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