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Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or the song Victorious by Panic! At the Disco.
I'm like a scarf trick, it's all up the sleeve
I taste like magic, waves that swallow quick and deep
Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red
Fifty words for murder and I'm every one of them
I Walk the Line: Emotional Language
Word count: 4,288
11/15/15
September 9th, 2014
Tuesday
Casper High
1:45 p.m.
"Tuesday. How is it only Tuesday?" Tucker complained loudly as he leaned against the locker next to Danny's. Danny and Sam rolled their eyes at him – Tucker muttered 'Lovebirds under his breath.
"You've been complaining about it being Tuesday all freaking day!" Sam growled, "Give it a rest already."
"Yeah man, I'm kinda on Sam for this one."
"On Sam?" Tucker stressed, raising a brow.
"With! I meant with Sam."
"Really? I didn't know you guys, Ow!" Both of them punched his shoulders, pink coloring their cheeks.
"Shut up, bad luck Tuck." Sam quipped, closing Danny's locker door.
"Shh!" He threw his hands over her mouth, "I don't want that to come back!"
Sam smirked and shoved his hand away, "I know. Bad luck Tuck!"
"Sam!"
"Guys! Give it a rest already." Danny groaned, rubbing his temples.
They stopped their argument but Sam kept up her smirk and Tucker his glare. They threw glances and odd faces at each other till they made it into Ghost 101 and class was starting.
"Afternoon class." Agent Z stood from his desk as the class replied lazily back. "Well, I guess that's the best I'm gonna get from you all." He sighed and pulled down the overhead screen where another PowerPoint sat ready for them.
The title that was staring back at them had not only the trio gasping and gaping, but the entire class.
Learning Ghost Language
The trio looked at one another, confusion written over each of their faces. The class itself had broken out into loud conversation.
"How in the world?" Danny voiced their aghast aloud.
"I have absolutely no idea. A ghost wouldn't give up that information. Plus it's hard enough to understand. There's no way they have the entire language down."
"Maybe it's only guesses, you know?" Tucker stated hopefully. "Maybe it's their own version."
"Ugh." Danny rubbed his temples, "I don't want to have the wrong version of ghost language floating around in my head. It'll just make everything that much harder." Tucker and Sam placed one of their hands on his shoulders comfortingly.
"Alright. Alright!" Agent Z shouted, the class falling instantly quiet. "Have we got our shock out of the way?" When no one answered he continued on, "Now, the ghost language is an extremely difficult language. We'll be focusing on important words that you will need to know and putting together simple sentences." He clicked to the next slide.
"Now the basics that you will need to know are…" he looked are around the room, glaring at the people who didn't have their notebooks on their desk. "going to be on the test, so I suggest you write this down." He continued on as people scrambled for their notebooks, "We've noticed that when ghosts speak their structure is simple and does not change whether the sentence is past, present or future. We've also noticed that it does not change structure upon negation."
Danny sucked in a sharp breath. That was almost exactly similar to what Dora had told him. The only thing that was wrong was the use of negation. It only changed the sentence a little bit. He shared a nervous look with Sam and Tucker before going back to the board.
"The simple structure makes it seem as though they are incapable of understanding how to comprehend complex sentences."
Danny growled lowly not liking the implication that all ghosts were dumb.
"Interestingly enough, what helps support this thought is that ghosts don't use conjunctions. Absolutely none."
The trio couldn't believe that Agent Z had gotten another thing correct. Sam instantly raised her hand.
"Yes, Sam?"
"How did you all learn about this?"
"That information is classified. However I am able to tell you that I have been studying the language since I became a part of the GIW – 14 years."
"So you know everything on ghost language?" Sam quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes, the language hasn't changed for a long time."
"So if I were to say something that I heard a ghost say early this morning you could translate it?"
The Agent's eyes widened. "You saw a ghost this morning? Why did you not call it in?"
Sam waved her hand dismissively, "I saw Danny Phantom chasing him. Anyway, the ghost said, 'Faastr mih dnua mih Blufbpwerafppe oedr dschoosalm'."
Danny snorted from her side trying to keep a straight face along with Tucker. They had heard the Box Ghost say 'fear me and my bubble wrap of doom' so many times that they had the phrase memorized.
Agent Z stood in front of them with a blank look on his face before speaking, "Fear me and tremble at my power." He nodded in affirmation. "I hope that this will give you more incentive to call on the GIW the next time you see a ghost and, or Phantom
Sam kept a tight knowing smile on her face, "Oh yeah, definitely."
"Good." He turned back to the rest of the class and the PowerPoint. "Now, ghosts haven't changed their language as I told Ms. Manson, and we at the GIW believe this to be because it is considered a dead language and that there is a ghost that stays in the Zone 24/7 that controls the language."
The trio rolled their eyes at that idea. Not that they knew everyone in the Ghost Zone but it seemed unlikely that there would be one ghost that controlled the ghost's language. Danny pulled out a loose-leaf piece of paper and began writing a note to Sam and Tucker.
He seriously only knows enough to get him by. I still want to know how he got this information in the first place.
Sam grabbed the paper before Tucker could; Maybe they have a ghost gabber like Maddie and Jack?
Both Tucker and Danny contemplated this silently. Tucker came to a conclusion first and reached for the paper that sat on Danny's desk. - Maybe, but then wouldn't that mean that he would have been able to tell us exactly what you had said? -
Danny let Sam read the paper before writing on it. Not unless they're only using the ghost gabber when they are translating a ghost. Letting it do all the work, while they just get what the ghost says.
True. But then how does he know these few things that he's teaching us? I mean the GIW would have had to have had written reports on what ghosts were saying for a long time to be able to come to these few, slightly correct conclusions.
- They probably have a linguist in their departments and they probably record all of the interrogations and what-not that they do so they can figure out how ghosts talk. -
Since he tried to translate what Sam had said though, he hasn't said one right thing. I haven't even had to concentrate on writing in English. Though I know sometimes I can't tell when it happens, but still.
- So more than likely they've picked up a few things, but they've constructed it towards what they think a ghost is saying than what the ghost is actually saying. -
We really, really need to get into their files to see what they've got. I don't like being in the dark when they're staying here all this time.
Tucker and Sam wrote down their agreements with Danny just as the bell rang. They had kept dutiful notes as Agent Z had lectured, not wanting to miss any of the information that the Agency thought they had correct.
The rest of the day was spent updating their ghost files – what they learned in Ghost 101. They fought a few ghosts, had a run-in with Jack and Maddie out on patrol, but were able to evade them eventually. After dinner where Danny's parents actually attended, Sam and Tucker headed home and Danny back up to his room.
The next day, Wednesday, everything was going as normal as it could considering it was high school. Class went well until third period, Pre-Calculus, when his ghost sense went off. He flew off to go find out who it was, but through the whole time he had to fight off Valerie.
"Can't you just leave me alone? It's been a refreshing week of not seeing you." Danny said as he dodged a blast from her ecto-ray.
"I've been waiting for some new weapons to come in." She cocked her gun again and shot. He had to dodge through the nearby apartment building to escape being hit. He rose through the roof, wanting to make sure he was above her. Except she seemed to be expecting that and met him up there.
"Whoa!"
He could practically see her roll her eyes. "You do that so often it's not hard to see where you're going to go next. You really need some new moves."
Danny stood there with his arms folded across his chest, "Yeah. And you really need to stop working for Masters."
She cocked her head to the side and slowly lowered her gun. Not enough that Danny could get away, but low enough to know she wanted to say something. "What do you have against him anyway?"
"Nothing."
"Really?"
"Yeah, Really."
"Then why do you always have negative things to say about him?"
"Eh," He shrugged, "He's a billionaire and he takes power when he shouldn't." He figured that was the best answer to not lead her towards figuring out their connection. Just because she was working for Vlad didn't mean he wanted her to end up finding out about him. Mainly because she'd shoot him first and then ask questions later. Or at least that's what he thought she'd do.
"That really doesn't give you reason for having such a negative tone about him."
"What's it matter to you? You're one of his lackeys." Danny knew he went too far when she raised her gun and shot at him.
He was off. The chase lasted another thirty or so minutes with Danny working to catch the few ghosts he saw out with Valerie on his tail. He finally was able to avoid her for a few minutes near the school and changed back before she could find him. He was thankful that it was only fifth period when he got back. Of course it was the end of fifth period. But still.
He walked into the lunch room sans lunch box and found Sam and Tucker sitting at a table in the far corner.
As he made his way over to them he saw Dash and Paulina rise from their table with the other 'popular kids' with their lunch trays. As they passed through the rows of tables, Mikey and Nathan were making their way back to their own table from where he had thrown away his own trash. Mikey was talking with Nathan while Dash was listening to Paulina whine more than normal about getting mud on her new Prada tote.
He watched almost in slow motion as Dash hit shoulders with Mikey hard, sending him into Nathan who had to catch himself on the table they were passing. Danny stopped in his tracks. He had to see if he needed to intervene or not.
Dash turned to Mikey, his eyes wide in something Danny had only ever seen once before towards someone who he thought was lower than him. "Whoa! I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."
Mikey straightened out and smoothed down his shirt. Shrugging his shoulders he said, "Eh, your brains not large enough to handle that capacity of thought, so I'll let it pass." And with that everyone went on their separate ways.
Danny stayed rooted in his spot. He seemed to be the only one who noticed what had happened. Even the surrounding tables hadn't noticed. Everyone had gone back to what they were doing before the strange occurrence. He shook himself out of his shock and continued to his table.
"Did you guys just see what happened?" He questioned them, taking a seat next to Tucker.
"No." They both answered.
"You're kidding."
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"Dash totally bumped into Mikey and said 'Sorry' and Mikey retorted with a sarcastic comment about Dash's intelligence."
Both of them looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. Tucker's hand was halfway to his mouth, his fork filled with mashed potatoes.
"Are you sure you heard him right?" Sam asked, her eyebrows furrowing. He gave her his 'are you serious' look. "Okay!" She held up her hands, "Just Dash has never said sorry for hitting someone before. I mean the only time I've ever seen him say 'sorry' was when everyone found out about you."
"He's not exactly the apologetic type." Tucker added.
"I'm telling you, he said sorry to Mikey. Paulina was with him too and she didn't even say anything when it all happened."
"You think he's being possessed?" Tucker asked, then took a large bite from his burger.
"Maybe?" Danny shrugged. Sam offered him one of her apples and he took it heartily. "But that doesn't explain Mikey, or Paulina, or Nathan just standing there."
"Did your ghost sense go off?"
Danny took a bite from the apple, juice dribbled down his chin. "No."
"Just cause his ghost sense didn't go off doesn't mean that nothing's going on." Tucker said.
"I know that. I was just asking." Sam rolled her eyes. "Come on, the bell's gonna ring any minute."
They stood up from their seats and made their way out the doors with a few other people. The trio grabbed their gym clothes from Sam's locker and made their way to their respective locker rooms just as the bell rang. The trio was sitting in the gym trying to figure out what was going on with Dash and Mikey quietly to themselves as the other students piled in and finally they were joined by Mrs. Tetslaff.
"All right! I'm going to count you off into four groups. We're playing kickball." She announced, then counted them all off into groups of 4. The trio separated themselves enough to when they counted off that they were in the same group. However, they were also in the group with Dash and a few of his football buddies. "Group 1 against group 3! Group 2 against group 4! Whoever wins plays each other!"
"Group 2 let's go." Dash said taking immediate charge. They all followed him to the right side of the gym. "We're kicking first."
Everyone moved to get into line like Dash said. He himself made his way over to the trio before they could follow suit. "Hey Fenton. Foley." That pulled them up short.
"What is it Dash?"
"Look, I just…" He ran his hand through his hair and looked them both in the eyes, "I just wanted to say that I was sorry for the incident this morning. With the lunch box."
There was stunned silence from the trio and the few friends of Dash that stood beside him.
"I uh… I don't know what to say." Danny said.
"Me either." Tucker shrugged.
"What's wrong with you Dash?" Tyler, one of captains on the Varsity Basketball team asked.
"Nothing." The trio found it odd at the calm tone in his voice.
"It's okay to apologize to them," Star said, "Sometimes it's good. It keeps everybody on their toes."
Dash shrugged and took off towards the kicking line; the other populars followed him.
"That… was… weird." Tucker told them.
"I'll say." Danny agreed.
"Come on. Let's go." Sam pushed them to the end of the line.
Throughout the rest of gym class there were more instances of people not acting like themselves. Nathan had yelled out "You suck loser!" when one of the middle-grounders, Caitlyn, wasn't able to kick the ball at any given opportunity. He was always quieter than Mikey. Another girl that was typically a chatter box was intensely quiet. One of the best baseball players at Casper High was practically sleeping while playing the game. Which might not have been weird for some people but he was always someone who was on the move.
"Okay, it's not just me right?" Sam asked as they all made their way to Ghost 101.
"No way. Something strange is definitely going on." Tucker commented, fiddling with his PDA again.
"When we go on patrol tonight we're going to have to look for certain different types of mood behaviors going on to find this ghost."
"It's always a ghost." Tucker sighed.
"What else would it be?" Danny laughed.
"Hopefully this one will be easy to find." Sam opened the door to their classroom and they all made their way to their seats.
"Probably not." Danny advised. They both agreed.
A few minutes later Agent Z began class by announcing that they were going to be having a quiz over the things they'd learned these past two and a half weeks they'd been in school. The class collectively groaned. "Would you like me to make this a test grade instead of a quiz grade?"
"No!" The entire class practically chorused.
"Then no complaining. You have thirty minutes and then we'll finish up a few things on Ghost language. You may begin when I hand you your paper."
Danny had to hold back a chuckle as he looked over the 20 question quiz. This was going to be the easiest quiz he'd ever taken.
What level is a ghost determined to be able to have more than basic powers?
Danny rolled his eyes. Though he knew it was worded to throw some people off it was easy for him to remember that Level 5 was the answer.
He was only able to get five minutes into the quiz when his ghost sense went off. He sighed, and rubbed his temples. Of course. Of course this would happen when he was taking one of the easiest quizzes in his easiest class. He looked down at his paper. He had been able to answer 7 of the questions so far. If he left now and didn't come back he'd get an 'F' on the quiz and he really didn't want to do that.
He sighed again. Danny knew that he needed to leave. It was probably the ghost that was making everyone act differently. Maybe if he answered a couple more questions. He'd answer till number 10 then see if Agent Z would let him go to the bathroom.
Just as he made this decision however, his ghost sense went off again and a ghostly woman phased into their classroom. She had long dark green hair that reached her waist, bright green eyes stared them down in a way that made the entire atmosphere go cold. A golden robe flowed from her shoulders. She wore a white shirt with black pants and golden boots with her robe.
"Well, isn't this a surprise. I didn't expect to find you here." Her throaty and ghostly echoed voice contradicted her beautiful appearance. Her green eyes locked on his.
Agent Z pulled a weapon from underneath his desk and quickly aimed it at her.
"Oh, you really don't want to do that." She waved her hand towards him and Agent Z instantly lowered his guns. "You don't feel like shooting anything." A green wave surrounded him. When it disappeared he put his weapon down completely, and sat down in his chair and closed his eyes.
The class screamed and ran for the door. In no time the classroom was empty besides the laughing ghost, Agent Z and the trio.
"So I guess you found the place okay." Danny quickly changed into Phantom.
"Eh, the emotions of a high school are always so easily findable."
"Glad we could be of service to you." He rolled his eyes. "Should we get down to the fighting or would you like to talk a bit longer?"
"I could fight. There's been too much down time for me lately."
"Good." Danny shot an ectoblast at her chest. She quickly dodged and shot her own wave of ecto-energy towards him. He was barely able to dodge away in time and shot his own blast back at her.
Tucker and Sam got out their wrist rays from their backpacks and took shots at the new ghost as she was focused on Danny.
"Excuse me!" She yelled, throwing a large wave of ecto-energy towards them both, wrapping around them. Danny shot an ice beam at her and she was unable to avoid it and hit the classroom wall.
"You guys okay?" Danny asked making his way over to them as the green disappeared from around them.
"What do you care?" Sam glared up at him. He looked to Tucker to see him glaring as well.
"Sam, wha…" He turned to the new ghost. "What did you do to her? To both of them?"
"The emotion or mood as it were, they're feeling right now is morose. Intensified."
"Change them back." Danny growled, lighting both hands with ecto-energy.
"I don't think so." She smiled at him and lit her own hands with green ecto-energy.
"Who are you?"
"Oh!" She looked shocked. "My apologies I didn't introduce myself before. I'm Seraphina."
"Not so glad to meet you. Why are you doing this?"
She rolled her eyes, "Like I'm going to tell you that. Let's just say I wanna have a little fun." She shot a wave of energy at him as he shot an ecto-ball at her. It collided in mid-air sending sparks of green energy everywhere.
Then she was on him. Punching and kicking and trying to shoot him with her mood beams.
"Guys, get out of here! Take Agent Z with you." Danny shouted trying to get Seraphina out of the classroom but she was just as good as a fighter as Sam or Valerie. He needed to get them out of here so no more of the mood beams would hit them.
"O-okay, D-Danny." Tucker stuttered out, fear clear in his voice.
Danny looked over his shoulder to see him pulling a now crying Sam from the classroom and a stumbling Agent Z. Great, now make that three times he's seen Sam cry in public in his life. This distraction cost him however as he was shot in the chest and sent into a row of desks.
His body hurt from his landing but warmth flowed through his legs and up to his head. A sense of boredom overcame him.
He could be doing something better with his time. He knew that. But this fight was boring to him. He shot an ectoblast at her. He sighed and waited for her retaliation. He moved to the left to avoid her fired shot. A yawn escaped his lips as he fired back. She sent another wave towards him and came close behind it, punching him in the jaw as another warmth flowed through him, and then he was pissed off.
He punched her back hard in the stomach, with an uppercut to her jaw sending her through the ceiling. He followed her, but he was unable to see her. Danny growled angrily, "What? Too scared now?"
"Not even close." She said reappearing a few feet to his left and hit him with another blast. This time however he didn't feel that warmth flow through him and he was slightly disappointed.
"I have had," He did a spin kick but missed her, "to deal with messed up emotions too many fucking," he hit her in the head with an ice ray, sending her through the outside wall of the classroom they were in. "times. And I don't…" He was hit again and crashed into the brick and threw an oversized ecto-ball into her stomach. "need anyone else messing with them again!" He threw another oversized ecto-ball at her and she hit him with another wave.
Back and forth they went. All over the school. Danny kept up with her the best he could but she would hit him again with another emotion and whatever it was, it typically drove his fighting. They were over the football field when she got in a good hit that Danny had trouble getting up from. Green ectoplasm leaked from his right shoulder at an alarming rate and he had to focus all his energy on not passing out when he tried to stand up.
"Good luck, Phantom." She winked at him before waving her hands skyward. From them emitted a pulsing green wave that covered everything from where they stood to the parking lot on the other side of the school. "You're gonna need it." She winked again. Seraphina lowered her hands and disappeared with a twirl of her robe.
The green energy stayed for another minute before completely disappearing.
Danny was positive that the wave was supposed to change his and everyone up at the school's emotions. But he felt just like himself. "Maybe it backfired on me." He said aloud to himself. He tried to move again and winced. Quickly changing back into Fenton, not wanting to explain himself as Phantom, he wasn't too concerned about it, but figured it was a smart move. Danny wiped the blood on his shirt from his hands. He pulled up part of his T-shirt, grabbed a hold of his undershirt and ripped a large chunk of cloth off and applied it to his wound.
He tried to stand up again but got too dizzy and had to sit back down. He sighed and pulled out his phone and texted Sam and Tucker to pick him up down by the football field.
September 10th, 2014
Wednesday
Amity Park, Park
2:30 p.m.
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NEXT CHAPTER HINT!: Will our Lovebirds finally confess their feelings?
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GL translation – "Fear me and my bubble wrap of doom."