Here is the long awaited chapter! I don't own Danny Phantom!
"That just proves that it needs to be changed."
"COLE!"
"What? I was just speakig my mind!"
She glared at them as Danny scowled, speaking through gritted teeth. "Well can you speak your mind behind me beforeyou make the sitaution worse."
She just shrugged, getting behind the black ahired boy with her other two friends. "Wow," Sam deadpanned, lowering her eyelids halfway. "I feel safe."
"I'm going ghost!" Danny raised both his hands over his head, letting glowing white rings run that came from his stomach spread over his body and over his limbs. His clothes turned into the oppisite version of the jumpsuit that he was wearing during the accident.
His hair turned into a silver-white while his eyes became a toxic neon green, complimenting his now tan skin. His body was in a black jumpsuit with a pair of grey boots, pair of gloves, and a grey belt and collar.
He crouched down, pushing himself off the ground as he flew up, stopping to float in front of the ghost. "I, uh, command you... to go away!" He shakily pointed a finger at the ghost, like it would work.
That seemed to irritate the ghost even more as her hand started to glow, the dishes gaining a green tint. They moved toward Danny quickly, who successfully managed to evade them by turning intangible, smiling as they crashed behind.
He's going to do awesome stuff and be an even more amzing hero!
The rest of the plates started flying towards Sam causing Cole to grab the back of her shirt, pulling her to the side as Danny let them pile up in his arms, moving over to Tucker as she did the same and held them both by her side. She pulled away as she set them by each other, Danny talking to his reflection in a plate after he was done setting them done.
He noticed immediately that the ovens behind him started shaking as the ghost stared talking. "I control lunch! Lunch is sacred! Lunch has rules!"
Cole felt a sarcastic thought find it's way on the tip of her tongue but she held it back, trying to Danny's wishes to keep the situation from getting too out of hand. "Anybody want cake?"
They all nodded as the ghost burst into flames. "Too bad! Children who change my menu do not get dessert!" The ovens started to flame up as she floating up, out of their line of shot. The flames shot towards them as Cole pushed their bodies out of the way, the flames catching the back of her shirt.
"That was close." She said, pullng at the back of her to try and examine the damage. They gaped at her as the ovens came to life, moving towards them. Danny flew up behind them, his hands gripping Cole and Tucker's shoulder, both of their arms hooked around Sam's as he turned intangible. He flew backwards, the ovens colliding with the wall. They landed on the ground in a large tumble.
"Hey! It worked!"
"This is the thanks I get for thinking like an individual?!"
"What was up with that ghost? Calling me a queen and the ruining my favorite shirt!"
The hallway started to shake as the lights expelled eletricity. The lockers started to shake with the hallway as the items inside flowed out to the Lunch Lady ghost at the end of the hallway.
Tucker sniffed the air, his narrowed as he started to list out the meats flying towards the ghost. They attached to her causing Cole's nose to crinkle in disgust. "Is that even sanitary?"
"But where did it come from?" The meat-lovers eyes narrowed in anger. "Lancer." A piece of paper flew onto his face, blocking his angry expression as the ghost stalked closer to them, like a predator (A/N Vald!) watching it's prey.
"Prepare to learn why meat is the most powerful of the five food groups! Her face softened as she smiled , holding up a chocolate chip cookie. "Does anyone want a cookie?"
"No thanks, we're all good here." COle said, waving a hand as she smiled nervously. She then took a few steps back as the ghost started shouting.
"THEN PERISH!"
Danny slid in front of the goth, pointing a finger up at the angry ghost. "Wait a minute! The only thing here with an expiration date is you!" He clenched a fist, which seemed to be a trigger for the rings to transform him back, turning him human. "Whoops, I, ah, didn't mean to do that."
The ghost grabbed Danny, tossing him to the side so that he knocked Tucker over, papers landing around them. Cole tried to grab Sam but the oil fromthe cooked meat caused her to slip, falling the floor.
They disappeared around the corner as Tucker tried to get Danny to change back. "You three aren't going anywhere!"
Mr. Lancer grabbed the back of the boy's shirts as she got up, felling around in her mouth to see if it was bleeding. Ow, I hit my chin.
"I told you that you'll have to pay, Fenton!"
Oh goodie, Dash is here to make us feel even worse.
The bald and overwieght teacher hoisted the two boys up, glancing at girl still on the floor. "You the routine, Ms. Waters." She silently mocked him as she got into crabwalk position, walking ahead of them.
She was the first persion in the office, the staff sighing at her. When they finally got to his tiny office, she stood up, getting a worn chair with three and a half legs. As she set it in front of his desk, in between Tucker and Danny's chairs, Mr. Lancer went to the file cabniet, pulling out their files.
He went to Tucker's first.
"Tucker Foley. Chronic tardiness, talking in class, repeated loitering by the girl's locker room," the techno nerd let out a small smile as Mr. L continued onto Danny. "Danny Fenton. Thirty-four dropped beakers in the last month, banned for life from handling all fragile school property, but most servere mischeif today." He glanced over at Cole's which was overflowing and worn from use, giving it a small shudder. She, herself, was surprised she wasn't expelled yet. "Cole Waters, most servere mischief was the First Day of High School Paintball War."
They named that?
She gave him a small smile, flashing her braces as he slammed the folder down. "So gentleman, lady," he leaned towards heir faces, and anger vien appearing as he shouted at them. "WHY DID THE THREE OF YOU CONSPIRE TO DESTROY THE CAFETERIA?!"
Danny opened his mouth to explain but Cole covered it with her hand, shaking her head as turned to face the assistant principal, clearing her throat. "Mr. L, let us explain. It all started when Dash Baxter, the apparent 'victim' of this situation, attemped to bully poor Danny Fenton, the 'accused', into eating one the mud pies he bought in the cafeteria. We, Sam, Tuck, Danny, and I, tried to diffuse the issue with words but Dash wouldn't give up so we were forced to attack then retreat in the fear that Dash might stuff us in a locker, which caused a food fight. If you ignore this bullying that will prove that this school allows bullying and favoritism, making it a legal issue, which will have to fixed by a lawyer and a lawsuit.
His eyes narrowed as he glared at his student. "Are you threatening me?"
She let out a fake laugh, shaking her head. "No, I am just merely telling you the efects of your actions." He got inot a glaring match with her before sighing and backing down.
"Is that true, Mr. Baxter?"
"Yes but-"
"I'm afraid that you will have to be benched for four weeks." He glanced at the trio, catching Cole's smirk. "You three, however, are not going to get a punishment as easily decided as Mr. Baxter's. I'm also sure that you, Ms. Waters, are skating on thin ice."
"So I'll have to tread lightly." She replied, nodding her head.
He sighed, shaking his head as he walked towards the door. "Mr. Baxter," he grumbled. "Make sure they do not leave." Dash nodded, walking out the door while closing it behind them with a slam.
She moved her hand off of his mouth, standing up. "Okay, we'll have a good five minutes seeing as he has to consider all the factors for our punishment."
"I feel like it is my fault Sam got kidnapped by that ghost."
They stared at him in confusion and disbelief. "Maybe you feel like that because you told the ghost she changed the menu. Did you think about that?"
Tucker started sniffing the air again, probably catching the scent of meat. "That steak is still in the building, two hundred yards tops."
"Which direction? That could help us narrow our choices down."
"Basement level."
"Look, meat trails."
"Oh, look! There's also boxes of meat there too! There's no way that meat could make meat trails!" She said sarcastically, pointing at the boxes as they glared at her. "Oh, look! There's also cameras in here if you want to keep your powers a secret," she pushed the off button as the screens turned black. "Turn off the cameras!"
They ignored her, Danny transforming and grabbed both their arms, and phasing through the floor.
They ended up the entrance of a meat storage room as Tucker walked up, hugging the boxes of meat, hugging it, while talking about meat heaven.
"How am I the one with the ghost powers and you're the weird kid?"
They the heard cackling, like horrble old lady who smoked for years and had mucus in their chest cackling and peered around the corner. "My dear chile, meat is good for kids! It helps them grow and makes them smile! Why won't you eat?"
Sam was most likely experiencing any type of vegetarians' worst nightmare. Piled under meat, meat shoved in her face by a ghost... Cole was surpised she hasn't started crying but then again, this was Sam.
"People don't need meat. That is a freaking fact!"
"Silence! You need discipline, manners, respect! DO you know where all that comes from? MEAT!" The ghost basically growled before calming down, holding a chicken leg and a fish up. "Now, chicken or fish?"
"Okay," Danny turned to them. "I'll take care the ghost, you two just find a way to get Sam out of that pile of meat!"
Cole gave him a salute. "Aye, aye, Captain Danny!"
Tucker held up a fork and knife. "Way ahead of you."
They all jumped from behind the boxes, Danny already in motion. As soon as the ghost turned around, he slammed his fist in her face, her falling over to a wall. They used that moment of distraction to go over to Sam.
He started cutting the meat while she shovled it off of Sam. "Dont worry Sammy," he stuck a huge chuck of meat in his mouth, trying to talk around it. "We'll have you out in no time."
The girls sighed, speaking in unison. "Youve got to be kidding me." Shestarted shoveling faster, seeing as Tucker was no help just as the ghost started ranting to Danny about meat. She must have been pretty peeved off because soon the meat covering Sam was floating over to and on the ghost.
Once again, another sarcastic thought find its was on her tongue as "Captian Danny" floated in front of the ghost in shock.
The ghost extended a meat hand, grabbing Danny as the trio of humans got up. "Don't worry, buddy! Help is on the way."
"Feel free to worry. You're dead meat." Cole chuckled at the goth's unintentional pun. The ghost, seeing them joking around, flung the halfa at a wall, him turning intangible on instinct and phased through it, leaving them with the ghost. The meat monster possessed by a ghost turned shining green eyes on them, roaring.
"I think Danny needs help. Who thinks we should go help him?"
"Run?"
"Run."
They turned, running in the oppisite direction of the ghost as they sharted shouting. The ghost chased after them, shooting out a fist of meat that blocked the exit. They, then, proceed to run in the oppisite dirrection, still yelling.
Danny, who had stuck his head through the wall to see them running, flew forward, grabbing them all and fell the wall, barely staying straight.
"Gee, Danny. Fighting meat monsters, flying through walls. You must be exhausted."
He just continues trying to fly steadly for a few secons before answering her. "No...! What gave you that ideas?" He let out a yawn, closing his eyes as they started to head downwards, tumbling in a pile.
There was a flash of light as Danny turned back into Danny Fenton, them sitting over him, watching. They glanced at ech other as Cole stood up. "Today's been eventful." Cole grabbed his arms, rolling his over as she hooked her arms under his. "Tucker, can you get our stuff? Sam, can you get his legs."
They nodded, getting their respectable items. As soon as tucker came back, they started on their quick journey to Fenton Works.
When they made it, Tucker got the door, allowing the girls to walk in first with a still sleeping Danny. "Hi Mrs. F, Mr. F!" Cole greeted, a smile on her face. "Danny's had a really busy day that he just fell asleep on us when we were walking home. We just thought it would be easier to carry him inside of waking him." She partially lied. "So we're just going to put him in bed."
"Without any parental actions what-so ever."
"Don't get up, we know where to go. Bye!"
They walked up the stairs the stairs, turning a corner and walking to his room, where they put him on the bed. They stayed there, waiting for him to wake up, doing different things. Tucker was on his PDA, Sam reading one of her new books while Cole studied.
After a couple of hours, Danny opened his eyes with a start, imstantly reconizing the familiar walls of his room. "W-What's going on?"
"You passed out!" Tucker exclaimed with false panic. "We took you home but you've been asleep for four days!" She furrowed her eyebrows. More like four hours.
He flashed up. "Four days?!"
The techno geek started to chuckle. "Ha, no. It's only been a couple of hours."
"Knock it off, Tucker. This is the second time today your carelessness almost got him killed."
"Sam, that wouldn't have killed him." Cole interrupped as she put down her biology textbook.
"Me? I almost got him killed? The only reason this happened was because you had to be unique and take the meat away! And I'm going to get it back!"
"Somehow this always ended up going back to your food disagreements."
"You want to change the menu back?" Sam shouted, stalking over to the door. "You're going to have to go through me to to do it!" She closed the door with a slam.
Danny sat up, looking over at his friend who had traded her biology book for a history one. "Everything will be fine, right Cole?"
She glanced up from her book, sighing as she closed it, her finger tucker in it to hold her place. "Yes Danny, I'm sure everything is going to be back to normal tomorrow. Now go back to sleep, that ghost is still on the lease."
He seemed to accepted that answer, nodding his head as he pulled back the covers, tucking himself under the sheets. She stood up, about to leave, when his vioce stopped her.
"Can you stay with me till I fall asleep? I feel like this is all my fault." She covered her surprised expression with a blank face as he glanced over at her.
"Sure," she said, smiling lightly. "I'll stay with you." She setted back done in the beanbag, opening her book as he turned back around, most likely falling asleep.
When she heard soft snoring coming from the bed. She stood up, slamming the book closed as she stood over him, watching him take deep breaths.
Danny, you big baby... Always worrying about other but... She glanced down at him again, her finger itching to move his bangs away from his face. I lied, everythings not going to back to normal bacuse knowing those two, they could start World war III with food.
"Irony, a giant punch in the gut for anyone who decides to believe the best of a sitaution."
"You said everything would be back to normal. Is this normal to you?!"
The school was split in half, the meat-lovers on one side while the veggie-lovers were on the other, chants from both side clashing with other.
"Not in the slightest bit," she replied, her eyes watching the feuding friends as they treaded over to them. "Do you remember when we were in fourth grade and our favorite foods used to be ice-cream?" He gave a slight, his eyes trailing them too. "I never thought I would miss those times."
"I agree with you, one hundred percent."
"Glad to know."
The two stopped right in front of them, stopping with angry looks at each other and irritated postures.
"You guys managed to put together two major protests in one night."
"Meat-eaters, Danny. We're always ready to fight because of our high protein diets, which give us the energy to do it quickly."
Sam let out a little scoff, crossing her arms. "Ultra-recyclo-vegetarians, Danny," she mocked, rolling her eyes. "We're always ready to protest because we don't have to cook our food meaning there's less time wasted and we move faster than meat-eaters."
"You just always have to one-up, don't you?!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about! Stop making assumptions and use your brain! Oh wait! You don't have one, do you?!"
And anouther arguement was started as Cole sighed, pushing them apart. "This is pointless and extremely wasteful." She shouted, losing her cool. "Why would you do this just to up each other?! If you both used your brains for once you could have just proposed to have a mixture of both menus instead of bring meat out in the open when a ghost, who use meat to make a meat suit, is still on the loose! Now make up right now or I am never talking to either of you!"
"Cole..."
The wind started blowing harder as Danny's ghost sense went off, pain spreading through Cole as she gasped, stumbling back into him.
The meat flew out out of the trucks, swirling together to create the Lunch Lady's meat form, glowing green eyes staring down at the teens as a cruel smile twisted her lips.
"It's lunch time!" She roared causing the teens to stand in shock for a while before bursting into screams and shouts of fear.
"Cole, you knew this would happen. That's why you to so mad."
"No!" She shouted as the wind blew stronger. "I got mad because you two were so blinded by anger that you two would do something this stupid without thinking about the consequences! not to mention you didn't even think about Danny and I! So I think it's time to make up!"
There was an underlying to her words which they caught, pulling each other in a hug with Danny in the center. There was another flash as they pulled away, exposing his ghost half. He ran forward, shooting off of the ground.
He flew up, going to float in front of her. the ghost moved forward, probably to punch him, when he flew up, out of the way. The ghost then went to strike causing him fly around, drawing his leg back and kicking it. It fell forward, pieces of meat falling off as it hit the ground.
"He really is getting better."
Cole momentarily forgot her anger as her eyes sparked, clasping her hands together. "A high kick!" She exclaimed, a wide goofy smile going on her face. "I've never seen one in midair! That was perfect."
Danny, having heard their praises, smiled in pride, aloowing the ghost to swing a punch at him, knocking him upwards.
"Then I sure hope he can take a punch!" Sam exclaimed, their eyes watching him fly up and phase through a plane. He flew back out, his fists out to punch through the ghost, which is what he did.
It caused a mini eruption, causing them to shield their eyes while trying to doge pieces of flying meat. Somehow, Sam and tucker ended up getting trapped under meat but cole was too focuses on the fight to notice.
She felt nervousness creep up in as Danny crawled out the pile, ending up right in front of the ghost. That was when she went back into a bad habit she hadn't had in years. Her teeth meet the soft flesh of her lips as the ghost started a conversation with Danny.
"Oh dear," the ghost said, glancing around the area. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he said simply, grabbing his shoulder and rolling it. "I thinks so."
"Not good enough!" She barked, her face srunching up. "You being okay is not apart of my balance diet of doom."
Her eyes narrowed as the ghost created five mini meat monsters. That attack was amazing on Danny's part but how is he going to handle this? The best way to deal with this is to do a spinning low kick sense they are surrounding him...
As if he could read her thoughts, he spun, his heel kicking through all of the knee-high piles of meat. The ghost counter-attacked this by creating five more monsters, just as he transformed back.
Ah, attacking him while he's weak. That's was a good move on the ghost's part but how will Danny get out of it. He'll need a miracle.
Her teeth clenched her lip hard enough that she felt blood trickle down her chin. She was not only nervous but completely terrified about what could happen.
At that moment, each mini monster grabbed a part of him, flying up. Once they reached the top of the school, the two holding the top his body flew away causing him to now be hanging upside. She soon lost sight of them as they flew to the other side of school.
She saw him phase up from the ground a while later, letting out a breath of relief. "What?! Soup is not on today's menu!"
"I'm changing the menu!"
"I hope this works!"
Danny started to glow, putting all his energy into the thermos as he transformed back, unknowingly. A net-like blast of blue energy came out, coiling around the ghost and pulling her in. She screamed, shouting out her promises of being back and destroying him.
It was silent for a few moments before he went to help his two friends out of the meat. "What happened to the ghost?" She subconsciously answered the queston in her mind as helped Tucker up.
The Fenton thermos creates a vortex like net that attaches itelf onto ecto-energy, pulling it into the thermos and forcing it to reshape the energy into something that will fit into it with little-to-no trouble, depending on how powerful the ghost is.
"Cole!" She blinked at the hand in front of her face, glancing at Danny before looking down at the ground. "You were staring off at space again. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in your head."
I was scared that I would lose Danny during the fight...
"I'm fine." She said firmly as his parents strolled up, a probably new device in thier hands. His mouth curved in a nervous smile as he hide the thermos behind his back.
"You must be sme kind of moron to not notice the ghost directly in front of you." The said out as she let a smile slip on her face.
"Sorry, dad, you just missed him."
His parents struck some kind of wierd pose as his father declared "we got a runner" running ahead with his mother. As they moved away, they exposed an angry Jazz, who crossed her arms, scowling in their direction.
"Great, back to square one."
She stalked off towards them, the four teens watching as the techno geek spoke. "You're not going to tell them?"
Danny shook his head, giving them his normal goofy smile. "Naw, I think I finally figured out what these powers are for. They make me-!"
A hand shot out, gripping his shoulder tightly as the clenched voice of Mr. Lancer followed. "In a world of trouble."
They paled as they realized how bad the sitaution looked.
No, they make him unique, different. Himself, I guess?
"Ms. Manson! Pick up that T-Bone!"
The goth glanced down in disgust at the meat, her face paling. "With my hands?"
"Foley! Pick up that turfwich!"
The techno geek picked up the offending piece of food. "With my hands?"
Sometimes it's funny how much alike they are.
Mr. Lancer bit into a chicken leg, smiling as he did so. He turned, walking away from the tormented students.
"This seriously sucks! I have to try out for a least one school activity in the next week or I'll be suspended! And the only things available are cheerlading and boys' basketball!"
"I'd love to see you in a skirt," Dash said, leaning on his hand. "Maybe we could..." He trailed off suggestively.
"No way in hell, pig."
He shrugged, leaning back and watching them, letting out a few chuckles when the young halfa swept past him.
He walked to the other side of the trashcan, out of Dashs view and turned the trashcan intangible, the meat that had been piled inside was on him.
"Fenton! A little help here?" He raised a hand, it falling back hen he lost his strength.
"Whatever you say, Dash." His eyes glowed green. "Whatever you say."