Some not-so-humble apologies are in order. It has been a long time… sorry? Just a bunch of personal crap and blah, blah, blah that I'm sure you've read before on numerous occasions. Plus, my laptop broke (like literally snapped, not just overheated) so I've lost every scrap of my work. Stupid footrest…

So, I did warn you that I have some strange quirks about me. This story will be very interesting to me, but how much you enjoy it depends on how well you deal with my abnormalities. Good luck.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to own Danny Phantom? Well, keep wondering.

Lancer groaned as he entered his classroom. How was he supposed to keep teaching with all these pranks messing with his lessons? He had no clue how, but one of the pranksters had managed to attach all of the desks to the ceiling without getting caught. With another groan of frustration, he began to pull out the ladder that had been concealed in the closet after the last prank involving meat dangling just above a certain Gothic vegetarian's desk. Lancer was sure Mr. Foley had paid dearly for that one despite the school's inability to act due to lack of evidence.

The pranks had been very distracting to both the students and the teachers. Lancer, having been informed by an invisible entity early on that the secret-keeping trio was behind it, did nothing but sigh when the pranks got too far out of hand. What was he supposed to do? Tell Ishyama that three ordinary children had the ability to cause all of this havoc? He was fairly certain the ghosts were doing most of it, anyway, and that wasn't anything new.

Besides that, the trio seemed to be enjoying themselves. It must have been something about blowing off all that steam in an annoying, nearly innocuous way.

That didn't make it any more enjoyable.

He was willing to overlook it, though and not just because of the firm lecture he'd been given by the floating girl. It provided an excellent distraction for young Daniel and his hawkeyed friends.

Over the past week or so, watching the raven-haired teen covertly had been almost laughably easy. The results of his espionage, on the other hand, were no laughing matter. He had to stay his tongue in the hallways as the small boy was shoved roughly into lockers. Several times, he had to prevent himself from marching straight into the hallways with pen drawn and his trusty detention slips at hand.

He had discovered the living horror that was Daniel Fenton's life at school, but he had yet to find the courage (or really, sense of moral indecency) that would allow him to actually stalk the boy outside of Casper's walls. His threatened job had also prevented his following the boy out of the classroom. He had decided through an epiphany early that morning that he would remedy this by simply not allowing the boy to leave the classroom.

What could possibly go wrong?

Oh snap…

Danny had a sense of foreboding following him around all day. No matter how many times he told it to back off, it just wouldn't stop flicking him in the ear.

Oh, wait. That was Sam.

"What?" he whispered, annoyed and cranky from staying up all night.

"Whoa, okay. No need to snap. How much sleep did you get last night?"

"Told you positive attitudes don't work," Tucker said smugly.

Danny yawned, topping it with a scowl, and answered, "That was weeks ago, Tuck. Get over it already." He shivered suddenly as cold air ripped through his lungs, exiting through his lips in a small puff of slightly visible air. He groaned and cast an anxious glance through Lancer's classroom window. The foreboding feeling had increased tenfold. Sighing he raised his hand.

Lancer didn't even have to look at the class to know who it was. Without glancing up to meet the boy's gaze head-on, he answered with his own deep sense of trepidation.

"No."

"Excuse me, Mr. Lancer?" asked a thin girl from the front of the class.

He said it again, louder this time, feeling the anxiety creep an inch up his chest for every word he uttered, "No, Mr. Fenton. You may not be excused. You should have thought to use the restroom in your own time."

This is ridiculous! Lancer thought, Why am I nearly having a panic attack for telling one kid not to leave the classroom?

This is ridiculous! Danny thought, What am I supposed to do now? Maybe… maybe it was just the Box Ghost. Or Vlad. Vlad wouldn't risk his secret by actually barging into the school, would he? Skulker would. It was probably just the Box–

His thoughts were suddenly cut short by a loud crash in the next room over.

Guess not…

Mwahaha! And so the weirdness begins! I know it's short, but I don't want to get all wrapped up in the storyline only to cut it off halfway.