Oh my gosh, I was reading this fan fiction of when Danny becomes a Guys in White agent. I'm thinking 'WOW'. That actually would make a good story. Unfortunately, the story never continued and is now considered DEAD. So, since I never leave my stories dead like that unless it's coe-written and I have to delete it, I decided to do my idea of that version. I will put a lot of my originality into it. Review please!
It seemed only yesterday I was arrested after finally being caught by the Guys in White. Who knows how many tests those guys did on me. They eventually discovered that I was Danny Fenton and brought it on the News. That was only two years ago. I'm sixteen now and they still have me in this stupid place called ghost prison. At least there are no more tests done on me, now that they have all the information they need.
I was in my cell just throwing a baseball and catching it like The Great Escape. I was bored as heck and the guards staring at me was getting annoying. There was also the part where I haven't seen my family and friends since I was captured. There was nothing that could be even more worse than this. Nothing.
There was a sound of the door opening in the cell chamber. I kept throwing the baseball on the wall and catching it like I really didn't care. The footsteps were approaching me, and then came to a stop. I caught the baseball and put it away before facing the guy. He was Operative F. Whatever letter of the alphabet meant.
"This is your lucky day, Mr. Fenton. You're free under curtain circumstances," Operative F told me.
"This should be good," I said.
"We have just proven that you have done nothing wrong and the Attack of the Mayor incident was a fluke. The mayor doesn't even remember what happened during the time," Operative F explained.
"Oh, and it took you two years just to figure this out?" I asked sarcastically. "After the experiments, the tortures, and keeping me away from my family and friends, you just now figure out that I am innocent. I thought I was innocent until proven guilty. You arrested me and it took you two years just to figure out that there isn't any proof of me ever being guilty. You and every single agent here are garbage."
"Yes... I suppose we deserve that. The truth is, it took us two years to discover that every ghost has a mind of his own and is no different than any other human. You being here has proven that. You have never tried to harm any of the other Operatives despite the recent experimentation and your identity being revealed. Seeing this, we have decided to let you out of this cell."
"Was this a court decision?"
"It is."
"Might as well take it while I still got it," I shrugged before getting up from my bed.
"But there are a few circumstances. The court has decided for you to be out and became an agent, so we can learn to treat a ghost like a human being."
I froze in shock. A Guys in White Operative? The same guys who shoot me like an animal just for the fun of it? The court wants me to join them? I was mad.
"I was wrong. You are BULL SHIT! Why in the world would I want to join ranks with the likes of you?"
"Because you will never have a normal life again outside of these cells and if you don't, the court says if you refuse, then you can join in with our rivals the Masters Blasters."
My eyes shot bug-eyed. The Masters Blasters? I supposed that Vlad had something to do with this. I didn't like the idea of joining the Guys in White, but over my own dead body was I to join Vlad's team. That was over the line. I narrowed my eyes and took Operative F's hand.
"Deal. Only because the Masters Blasters are more than likely run by Vlad Masters and I'd rather join you guys than that ass who wants to marry my mom."
"Interesting. It looks like we just might learn to get along," Operative F smirked while I kept my glare. He opened my cell door and I exited out. I wasn't going to like being a Guys in White Operative, but it was better than joining the Masters Blasters.
Operative F led me through the halls of the Guys in White facility. There were agents staring at me and most of them shot me glares. I really hated doing this. Operative F took me to a room with four bunk beds. 'This is going to be like Boot Camp', I thought. I saw two guys my age. They were both on the bottom bunks, which meant I had one of the tops. Both the guys had angry looks. My guess was that they weren't too happy about me rooming with them. I wasn't either.
"Here's your uniform," Operative F threw at me a Guys in White outfit with the suit, tie, and everything. He even gave me the black boots. "I will be expecting you bright and early tomorrow. You need to be ready at six. Do I make myself clear?"
"Sir, yes sir," I replied in a mocking tone.
"I'd watch that tone if I were you," Operative F warned me before closing the door. The other guys just stared at me with their angry glares.
"What?" I glared threateningly. The guys got back to whatever they were doing before I came through the door.
I got dressed in the PJ's they required every agent to wear. I was just glad the requirement didn't include shaving my hair, but it did have to be a curtain length. I laid on one of the top bunks and stared at the ceiling until I dozed off to sleep. Becoming a Guys in White agent was going to make the whole day tomorrow seem very long. Luckily, I had a good night sleep, because I was going to have a BIG wake up call.
When the morning came, one of the guys I was rooming with blew a horn beside my ear. I jerked up and landed on the ground. They both were laughing and having a jolly ol' time just waking me up. I just glared at them annoyingly.
"Time to get up, sleeping beauty!" The guy who blew the horn at my ear announced. "I'm Operative 50, but since we're on the same rank, you can call me Freddie.
"Nice to meet you," I replied sarcastically.
"I'm Operative 38, but you can call me Paul," Paul introduced.
"And what's my Operative name?" I asked.
"You should've been up earlier. You're number is 29," Freddie informed me.
"Do they just pick random numbers for us?" I asked.
"Yeah. They decided that numbers were easy to go by than letters since there are only 24," Freddie answered.
"Uh huh," I said. "When's breakfast?"
"That's why we woke you up at five instead of six," Paul said. "We have a limited amount of time to eat breakfast."
"Let's go. I'm starving," Freddie grinned.
The three of us entered the cafeteria. The breakfast there was way better than the breakfast I was getting in the cell. I had never had a decent breakfast in two years. I was dying to eat the food here. I sat with my roommates since they were the only people I knew. Surprisingly, I enjoyed their company. It had been two years since the last time I ever had a good conversation. I started laughing for the first time.
"I swear, M was going psycho after finding my fart bag under his chair," Freddie said before the three of us laughed hysterically.
"You think that's funny. One time I snuck some frogs and put them inside my teacher's desk," I said before the two other agents laughed hysterically.
"Oh man! Did you get caught?" Freddie asked.
"Nope. Then again, no teacher would if you had ghost powers," I grinned.
"Nice," Paul smirked. "I know something you can use those powers for."
"What?" I asked.
Paul pointed to Operative M, who was watching the Breakfast Area. I showed a smirk before giving the guys a wink. I turned invisible and stuck a note on Operative M's back before heading back to the seat. There were agents who were showing smirks and giggling at the note that read 'M for meany'. Paul and Freddie were chuckling while covering their mouths with their hands.
"I loved that," Freddie complimented.
"Me too," Paul smirked.
I soon saw Operative M notice the note I put on his back. He seemed really annoyed and everyone in the Breakfast Area started laughing hysterically. Operative M glared deeply.
"I'd like to know who did this!" Operative M announced. I knew I was busted, but it was worth it.
The room fell to silent. I was surprised, because everyone saw an invisible note float onto M, so it had to have been me. Since everyone in the Guys in White agency hates me, why isn't there one ratting me out? That was weird to me. I decided to turn myself in since I didn't want anybody getting in trouble because of me. I was about to say something when a random Operative came forward.
"It was me," The random agent lied. "I thought I could pull out a joke."
"You think this is funny?" Operative M glared before taking that Operative and dragging him out of the room. My eyes widened. That guy turned himself in, so I wouldn't get in trouble.
"I thought everyone hates me," I said.
"Most of them do, but we don't rat when it comes to practical jokes," Paul explained before I nodded.
