Sam and Tucker knocked on the door which lay under the towering FentonWorks sign. As usual, the teens opened the door without waiting for a response, having already established Danny's house as their second home.
"Hey Mr. and Mrs. F," Sam called to the two adults in the living room. "We're just going to be in Danny's room working on that very important homework project I'm sure he's told you about. No need to get up, we know the way."
"It could take hours really," Tucker threw in. "Don't bother checking on us, you wouldn't want to throw off our concentration. You know how important it is for kids to stay focused." Sam elbowed him as they climbed the staircase to their friend's bedroom.
Pausing at Danny's door, Tucker knocked. "Bff's barging in," he announced. Before the accident he and Sam would have waltzed in without a thought, but with Phantom in the house they all decided it best to give a warning so they wouldn't freak out the young ghost. In a house full of ghost hunters, one could never be too careful.
Sure enough, opening the door they found two boys studying on the floor, one of whom was giving off a faint glow and floating ever so slightly. He looked up and smiled.
"Hey guys," Danny said, closing his English textbook. His breath floated to the ceiling as he spoke. Phantom had been helping him with homework, trying to explain to the human what on earth a quatrain of poetry was. Danny welcomed the excuse for a break. "You bring the fabric, Sam?"
The girl swung her backpack off and rummaged through its contents. "I don't have any spandex but I've got some fantastic leather." She pulled out a wad of jet-black material. "And here's some cotton and nylon stuff too." No one was surprised that the other fabrics were also entirely black.
Danny felt each material thoughtfully. "That should be good." He stood and pulled an old box of sewing supplies from the back of his closet. "Phantom, toss me the jumpsuit and I'll see what I can do."
The ghost boy tried unsuccessfully to phase out of the black and white outfit. Every time he turned intangible the clothing came with him. His frustration grew and after several attempts he sighed, opting for the mortal method. He fumbled with the zipper, rubber gloves making it hard to grasp the small object, but soon he was able to unzip the jumpsuit down to his waist and shrug it off his shoulders.
Sam cocked an eyebrow and suppressed a grin. It was remarkable how much the ghost truly did resemble Danny. His now bare chest was tanner than his human counterpart's and even without the jumpsuit his skin continued to glow—but his slender physique was otherwise identical to Danny Fenton's.
Phantom blushed under the gaze of the three onlooking teens. He glanced down at the remainder of the jumpsuit which he had yet to unzip, and instantly vanished from sight.
Tucker laughed. "What, too shy? It's not like Danny and I don't have gym together every day. We can always kick Sam out into the hall." In response Sam pushed Tucker onto the floor.
"I'm not Fenton," came a reply from an unseen source. "We may look the same, but don't you forget we're different." The voice that spoke was full of agitation. Danny, Sam, and Tucker exchanged a wary glance.
Two white rubber boots came into visibility and flopped onto the floor. It was surreal how they continued to glow despite Phantom taking them off. If Danny didn't know any better, he would swear the glow they emitted turned a shade of ghostly green.
Next the black jumpsuit sank to the floor as it too returned to visibility. Danny picked it up and ran the material through his fingers, deciding which of Sam's fabrics to use for a pocket. He turned the jumpsuit inside out and began to work.
The dresser drawer at the side of his bed opened seemingly by itself, and a pair of jeans levitated in the air.
"Hey!" Danny protested. "Stop messing with my stuff."
"Chill dude," came the response from the dresser. "I'm just borrowing them. Unless you don't think they'll fit me." The three friends could hear the sarcasm practically drip from Phantom's mouth.
"Whatever," Danny said rolling his eyes. He began measuring off lengths of morbidly black nylon fabric. The jeans that had been floating in the air disappeared as Phantom pulled them over his invisible legs. Then a black t-shirt floated out of the dresser and the ghost flashed into sight, back turned to them.
Two of the teens on the floor couldn't help but notice Phantom's bare skin as he slipped his arms into the sleeves. The third teen was on his PDA and hadn't even noticed Phantom regain visibility. The specter pulled the shirt over his head and ruffled out the wrinkles, but before he did two pairs of eyes caught the bruises on his back from his battles, the way his ghostly glow rippled around him like a living entity, the way the jeans he wore failed to hide his polka dot boxers—
"Ow!" exclaimed Danny, clutching his finger. Sam turned to him in surprise, and Phantom glanced behind his back. "I'm fine, I just pricked myself with the needle. No harm done."