It was the next morning after the stressful day Danny had before. He told both his parents he wasn't feeling well so he asked if he could stay home for the day. Much to his plea, they refused. Danny frustratingly stomped upstairs to his room and plopped himself on his bed.

"Fine, if that's how they want it, I'll go to school. But.." He sat up and sat on the side of the bed.

"If I don't feel better by tomorrow, I'll just have to skip. Because there's something weird going on. There hasn't been any ghosts making trouble in the last week or so, not even Box Ghost has poked his nose and tried stick his annoying mug around."

Then an idea came to him, he decided to tell Jazz.

"She's probably busy with homework, but I know she'll hear me out, she might know something." He thought cheerfully.

He went out his bedroom door, and rubbed his eyes to get the sleep out, but stopped.

"What in the...?" He kept rubbing his face with his hand. He felt something oily on his skin.

"What is this stuff on my face?" He frowned.

He rubbed his hands together, there was some slight green substance on his palms.

"I' hardly have problems with my face or acne, even though kids like me have problems with it, but what is this?"

Not only was it oily, but it was slightly sticky. He thought it could've been light traces of ectoplasm but didn't want to put that out just yet. But that changed his mind after he brought it closer to his nose, and smelled it; it was the same scent that ectoplasm has..

"I'll just wash my face and get to Jazz after I'm done."

He went to the bathroom and hastily rinsed himself with warm water and a bottle of face soap he rarely used. He dried with a towel, which had "Fenton" stitched on and it annoyed him.

"Dad and his self-selling towels." He huffed, he looked at himself in the mirror and gasped.

He was so pale!

"I really am getting sick, and I have bags under my eyes, and Mom and Dad didn't notice?!" He fumed.

He quickly headed to Jazz's room, he needed to talk to her and get to bed quickly, because he was having trouble staying alert. He knocked on her door, and after the 3rd knock and before calling her name she quickly opened it. Her face lit up like stars.

"Danny?! I was just about to ask if you were busy, I need to show you something!" She said happily. She opened her door all the way.

"But-" Danny started but was cut off after Jazz grabbed his arm and forced him inside her bedroom.

"Okay, I need to show you if I made this right...You see, I made my own device that can detect ghosts from a 10 mile radius..."

She went on, Danny couldn't pay much attention because he wasn't just tired but tried to get her attention but she kept cutting him off. Ever since their dispute with Vlad, he let her be a part of Team Phantom and much to his enjoyment she had been thrilled ever since.

He took a deep breath.

"JAZZ!" He yelled sharply.

She stopped talking immediately, slightly startled.

"Oh what? I'm sorry, I've just been really excited and.." She paused to look at him, and her enthusiasm was replaced with concern, "Oh, what's wrong with you? Have you been sick?"

She walked closer and put her hand on his forehead.

"I don't feel any signs of a fever..hmm."

"Never mind me, there's something I really need to ask you."

"What?" She took her hand away, now full attention to him.

"Have you been able to detect any ghosts? Because so far I haven't and I haven't seen my Ghost Sense go off in over a week." He explained.

"Really? Now that you mention it I have noticed,..."

She went to her computer and rapidly typed on her keyboard, her expression firm and concentrating. Danny stood behind her chair and yawned. After 5 minutes of typing and Jazz staring at her screen, she turned around.

"Nope. No ghosts in sight. That's kinda freaky." She commented.

"Maybe they got tired of having to fight me all the time." Danny lazily suggested.

"And you, get to bed, I'll show you all this junk for another time." She said sweetly.

"Yeah.." He said tiredly. He noticed Jazz was looking at him funny.

"What?" He shrugged at her.

"Um..your face uh..." She shook her head and smiled, "It's nothing, I think I just saw things."

Danny made a face at her confused and left her room, and didn't bother to change clothes because the fatigue was so consuming. He crashed the moment he hit the bed sheets.

Jazz, after sometime thinking to herself about what Danny told her, then herself seeing he was sick, she went to her computer again and searched something up..she found what she was looking for. An article that her own parents wrote during their college years for the Science Fair entitled;

"Ghost Diseases and it's Effects on the Atmosphere."

The oldest Fenton sibling did not go to bed on time like she usually did, because what she read in that very article scared her...


"Hey, ghost kid."

Danny moved uncomfortably in his sleep. He moaned at the call of his nickname.

"You need my help." A figure in the distance stood, it was dark all around in a room.

"Ugh, what is it?!" He sat up irritated, and tried to pull of the blankets that rested on himself off, only to find them not there. Instead there were chains and bracelets on his wrists and ankles.

"What the orange juice is this?!"

"Uhh...Your salvation, me trying to not have you killed; blah blah."

Danny looked up. He couldn't see clearly what he was looking at. It "floated" in the air. He adjusted his eyes, but the more he tried, the blurrier it became. It looked like someone with a black suit and white hair...

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