Never mess with a Teacher
an: This is... okay, admittedly, probably VERY OOC... and cracky... and... yeah... it is randomness.
Although sometimes he seemed harsh, uncaring, and borderline evil, Mister Lancer in truth wanted nothing more than to provide his students with the tools to lead a successful life. He intended no ill will towards any of them, even if on more than one occasion they really pushed his patience, and he hated seeing anything bad happen to them. Mister Lancer was, surprisingly, a very protective teacher of those youth left in his care.
"Great Gatsby! GHOST!" Mister Lancer shouted.
Students jumped from their seats in fright and rushed towards the door. The ghost's eyes glowed ominously and raised its hand towards the fleeing students. A blood red orb of pulsing spectral energy formed threateningly in its palm. In another second, it would be loosed upon its war path. And his students weren't fast enough. They would never reach the door before the blast destroyed them all... well... minus Danny Fenton who seemed to decide that ducking under his desk was the best survival plan. Perhaps it was, considering.
Still, in that moment, Mister Lancer swore he saw red. That ghost was about to kill his students who were his responsibility to teach and protect during school hours. No damn ghost was going to take their lives from them on his watch!
"WRAHGAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he screeched, tackling the ghost in a way that could put a professional linebacker to shame.
The ghost's hand flew up and released the blast into the ceiling, creating a sizable hole and a fair bit of dust to cloud the air. The student screamed at the loud sounds of impact. But it was nothing compared to Mister Lancer.
Mister Lancer was straddling the downed ghost in a practically blood frenzied barbarian rage, mouth frothing and eyes crazed as his hands strangled the ghost's neck like a wild animal. The ghost's eyes widened in horror at the teacher turned psycho and pushed the middle aged man off with a strong shove.
The teacher landed on his backside but was quick to rise to his feet, posture crouched like a zombie on the prowl and eyes narrowed dangerously at the floating entity. The poor ghost. He couldn't have predicted this. Mister Lancer shot forward like a bullet and grappled the ghost, fists pounding like a gorilla on steroids on the ghost's corporeal body.
Needless to say, it didn't take the ghost long to realize it should GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE. Obviously, the older teacher was CRAZY. And even ghosts get intimidated. Though it was hard to say whether it actually left because the teacher was freaking it out with the unexpected mannerisms or if the ghost just decided to leave just because.
When the coast was clear, Mister Lancer heaved in and out heavy breaths and turned to look at his young charges pressed against the wall with wide eyes.
He cleared his throat.
"Now, if you will please turn to page forty two..."
And they jumped into their seats, frantically flipping open their textbooks.