Three periods later, and the dubbed freak trio of Casper High was finally able to hold a decent conversation. They were sitting at their usual lunch table and Danny had pulled his hood over his hair once again in an attempt to hide the scar that run down the side of his face. Thanks to ghostly accelerated healing abilities, the cut was completely sealed and was now a light pink colour.

"As I was trying to ask earlier, what happened to your face?" Sam asked as she swallowed the first bite of her grass sandwich.

"Box Ghost." Danny mumbled as he took a bite out of his own sandwich. Sam's violet eyes widened.

"The Box Ghost did that?!"

"And Skulker and Tecnus." The halfa added.

"Ah. That makes more sense." The goth nodded, "Skulker get new upgrades?"

"Yep."

"How are those stings doing anyway, Danny?" Tucker cut in while still chewing his meat. Sam's

nose scrunched up in disgust.

"First off, Tucker, can't you chew your food with your mouth closed?" She turned to Danny. "And what does he mean, 'how are those stings?'"

"The Box Ghost met box jellyfish and decided to have a field day."

"Yikes. How are you even in school?" Sam asked in concern, placing a hand on Danny's shoulder.

"Increased healing is probably one of the reasons." The half-ghost sighed.

"But why didn't you ring us? We could've helped you out."

"It was two in the morning, Sam. I couldn't drag you guys out of bed. Besides, I handled it fine."

"Yeah, because having a scar that runs down the length of your face is 'handling it'." Sam said.

Danny said nothing in return, but took another bite of his sandwich.

"Come on, Danny, it's not that bad." Tucker attempted to brighten Danny's mood.

"Scars are pretty cool, in my opinion." The goth added, understanding exactly what the techno geek was trying to do.

"But if anyone sees it, my secret will probably get exposed!" The halfa groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose while he tugged at the edge of his hood.

"Sure, it'll make people suspicious," Tucker said as Sam shot a glare at him, "But nobody'll know exactly how or what happened, Danny. So for all they know, you could've just injured yourself, meaning your secret would still be safe."

Sam looked at Tucker with slight suprise.

"Good to know I'm not the only one who hasn't lost their head yet." She nodded approvingly.

"Hey! I'm sitting right here, you know." Danny said indignantly.

The rest of the day passed without too much trouble, until their last lesson however.

"Mr Fenton, take your hood down in my classroom."

Sam and Tucker shot the hooded teen joint expressions of worry, which seemed to go unnoticed by their teacher. Danny slowly brought his fingers to the edge of his hood, wincing as his thumb brushed past the half-healed wound which seemed to be taking forever to heal.

"Do I have to?" The halfa asked, unwilling to perform the request that had been asked of him. The teacher glared coldly at him.

"I will not ask again, Mr Fenton. Now please remove your hood."

Danny let out a small exhale of air as his fingers grasped the edge of the hood, pulling it back over his black bangs. He kept his blue eyes locked onto the blank surface of the desk he sat at, not wanting to meet the gaze of anyone within the room.

He rested his temple against his palm, mostly obstructing the view of the long scar that ran down the side of his face. This action, of course, did not mean that the wound was completely hidden from the view of his classmates.

A collective gasp and a "Holy sweat socks, Fen-turd, what happened to you?" answered Danny's unspoken question. His gaze shifted onto Sam and Tucker, who also appeared shocked. In the shadow of their best friend's hood, they had not been able to see the severity of the injury themselves.

He glanced back down at his desk again, his raven-coloured locks casting a shadow across his face that hid his eyes.

"Mr Fenton? What happened?" The teacher's voice was now softer and his tone held concern.