Danny felt really, really awkward. Like, the awkward you-were-stuck-in-a-room-watching-two-people-doing-da-dirty kind of awkward.
Only this time, it was him stuck in a room watching Lancer and his briefcase make out.
Seriously.
It all started when Danny had realized he left his notebook in Lancer's classroom. He told Sam and Tuck that he had to go grab his book, ran back to Casper, sprinted into the Language Arts classroom, grabbed the notebook, and was about to rush back out when he heard Lancer coming through the door. Quickly turning invisible, Danny hid in the corner, and watched Lancer do the unspeakable.
He started making out with his briefcase. You read that right, people: HIS BRIEFCASE.
Suddenly, Danny wished he hadn't turned invisible.
It really didn't help either that his parents had put up ghost-shields over the school in case of an attack, so he couldn't fly away, nor turn intangible. He was, basically, stuck in an uncomfortable, cold, stony corner, secretly watching his most unliked teacher crooning over and kissing his freaking briefcase.
"Oh, you look so beautiul tonight, Cassie," Lancer murmured, and Danny felt bile rise in his throat as he saw his English teacher and his briefcase in a tight...lip/metal-lock? Whatever. It was still incredibly disturbing.
After maybe 15 more minutes of romantic human/briefcase interaction, Danny felt a tsunami of relief crash over him once he heard Lancer's walkie talkie speaking over the comm.
"Mr. Lancer, you're needed at the office, please. Mr. Lancer, you're needed at the office please."
Lancer sighed heavily and set the briefcase back down, heading towards the door. "Goodbye, my love!" he proclaimed dramatically, before shutting the door with a click behind him.
Danny slowly rose from the corner, still in utter horror at what he just witnessed.
He was about to take an unconscious step forward and out the room when he acquired the chance, but was suddenly greeted by a very beautiful, incredibly perfect-looking woman, her heels click-clacking over the tile floor.
She shoved her red-gloved finger in his face, eyes glowing a murderous red. "I just saved your sorry half-human butt from a life-shattering image of your English teacher kickin' it up with his oh-so-lovely briefcase, so you owe me, Queen, some...thing!" she yelled, and took a deep breath. "Believe me, I speak from experience," Queen muttered, before grabbing his wrist and in a whirl of green and scarlet, being dropped onto a cement sidewalk. "You're welcome, ghost boy!" she called, before disappearing in a tornado of ectoplasm.
Danny's voice became incredibly hoarse. "I already saw that life-shattering image."
SAM & TUCKER POV:
The rest of the trio ran up to Danny, who seemingly just dropped out of the sky.
"Danny, are you okay?" Sam asked, and Tucker noted that his pupils had dilated to incredibly tiny black dots.
They waited for a response.
"Danny?"
"..."
"Did you get your notebook?"
Silence.
"Danny?"
"Hello? Earth to Danny Fenton?"
"You want to go back and get your notebook back together?"
Danny's small pupils became even tinier.
"I'm not going back out there, man."
"Danny? Bro?"
"..."
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Yes, this really happened. So, I took the ghostanimal challenge about LancerxBriefcase, and it was surprisingly funny. I hearby dedicate this shot to IceQueenandFireQueen, who is a great conversationalist! Queen is her OC.(well, Jessamyn's)
Hope you liked!
-Cheshire