Danny growled as he turned around. There, ectoplasm and all, was Walker, the d-bag of the Ghost Zone.
He charged up and ectoblast and death glared the warden. "Why are you here?"
Walker simply had his hands behind his back, but he frowned. "I'm not here to arrest you, Punk, for we have a larger problem on our hands. Plus, I do not want to get on your bad side, for we need your help."
Danny raised an eyebrow as the ectoblast in his hands disappeared. He crossed his arms. "Okay, explain. Why do you need my help?"
"You may or may not believe this, but you are one of the most powerful ghosts in the Ghost Zone." Cue Danny looking at Walker in shock. "Yes, it's true. So we need you to help us look for a prisoner."
"Wait a minute," Danny started, "Why would I help you? All you've done was try to arrest me and all of my friends!"
Walker glared at the teen. "He escaped."
Danny's eyes widened in fear. "Oh my gosh, are you serious?" he looked at the warden and saw no funny business. "How did He escape?!"
"That, I do not know. All I know is that He is no longer in the prison, and I've ordered my guards to search for Him. Human Realm and Ghost Zone. So, will you help or not?"
"Fine, I will, only because it's Him." Danny glared right back at him. "What do I have to do?"
"Just keep an eye out, or go search for Him yourself. Or with friends. It doesn't matter to me, as long as that lunatic gets put back in prison. Later, Punk." With that, Walker nodded at the goon next to Danny, and then vanished.
"This isn't good," mumbled the teen as he flew back to the school as fast as he could. He flew into the bathroom and transformed human, and quickly scurried off to the rest of class.
"Mr. Work, you were gone for a long time. Explain." Mr. Lancer asked as Danny ran into the class.
"Uh… the handle to the toilet wasn't working, and I fixed it." He lied smoothly. "Sorry, I should've called the janitor or something, but I guess I felt kinda bad and wanted to fix it myself."
The teacher looked at the student in shock, before quickly recovering. "Alright, but next time, call myself or a janitor. Take your seat."
Danny complied, but chuckled silently when the bell rang. "Daniel, may I speak to you? You will get a pass for gym, do not worry."
He shrugged when all of the other students rushed out. He stood up and walked over to Lancer's desk. "What is it?"
The teacher tapped a pen on his desk before looking at Danny. "How do you know Latin?"
"Is there anything wrong with the fact that I know Latin?" he shot back instantly.
"No, no, of course not. I would just like to know, is all. Do you know any more languages?" asked the teacher, not paying attention to Danny's annoyance.
"Yep," his eyes narrowed. What is this guy thinking, trying to get all in my personal life? Or… after-life? "But I'm not telling. You're going to have to find out, sir." Danny then smirked, grabbed the pass Lancer wrote, and left without another word.
The halfa continued down the hall and to the gym. Honestly, he missed Cujo's company. The dog had always been with him, through the thick and thin, but now he was in the Ghost Zone healing. Danny sighed and walked into the boy's locker room.
It was a good thing that gym was starting in thirty seconds, which was twenty more than he needed. He grabbed his gym clothes and fast as lightning and looked around to see if anyone was in the rooms. Since no one was, he phased all of his clothes off and put the gym clothes on at the speed of light. He then used his telekinesis to make the clothes float. His eyes glowed green, and suddenly, they fabrics went intangible. He stuffed them in a random wall, grinning them running into gym.
He ran over to Sam and Tucker who were standing on the outskirts of a large crowd. "Hey, guys."
"Where were you that whole time? It was literally the whole period!" Tucker looked at Danny.
The teen just shrugged in response. "I had to deal with this jerk ghost named Walker. He arrests people for no reason, he makes up rules on the spot. He tried to arrest me when I was five, doing what, I don't know." He flashed a grin.
Sam and Tucker stared at him, eyes wide. "Uh, Danny..." Sam started. "You have fangs."
"I have WHAT?!" Danny whisper-yelled. He opened his mouth and touched one of his teeth. Sure enough, there was a sharp point where his normal teeth should be. His eyes widened, and made a duplicate invisibally. The duplicate showed his teeth, and there were two fangs.
"Holy freaking poop on a stick," Danny muttered while the second Danny vanished. "I have flipping fangs. That'll scare the kids..."
"ATTENTION, WEAKLINGS!" a manly voice cried out. Oh, wait, Narrator's mistake, it's Testlaff.
Danny kept licking his newfound fangs but walked over to the trio's teacher. He probably had to be more careful around people now, but this wasn't the time for worrying, it was gym time.
Oh boy.
The large teacher looked over everyone, then her eyes contacted with Danny's. He smirked a little, causing Testlaff to shiver a bit. "We have a new student here today, Daniel-"
"Danny."
"Work. Any physical attributes? You look pretty scrawny." The teacher finished with a inspection of Danny's frame.
"I train with my dad, he helps me a lot," he replied. "I also sometimes slip into Latin on accident, just to warn you. Sue me, but my father also helped me learn that," he replied with a smile. He made sure his new fangs weren't in view when he talked. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard…
"TEN LAPS AROUND THE BASKETBALL COURT, NOW!"
Danny smirked and ran with about 1/10 of his speed, knowing it would be suspicious if he was going about… huh, he was going to have to record his speed later that day. He came in first, ha!
School went pretty okay, even if some people swore they saw the halfa with fangs. They just shook heir heads and said they were going crazy.
"Guys, what do you want to do?" he asked as the last bell for school rang. He put his hands in his hoodie's pockets.
"I gotta go home and help my mom clean the kitchen," Tucker grumbled. "Bye, guys."
Danny and Sam waved goobye. "Just you and me again, huh?" the halfa joked and grinned. He shut his mouth quickly when he saw Sam flinch. "Oh, sorry… Not really used to the whole 'fangs' thing yet."
"It's okay, I am a goth, so I should like it. They kind of suit you, in a weird vampire-undead way," she replied with a smile.
"Maybe I should ask Dad about that," Danny thought, rubbing a non-existant goatee. "I'll go right now, in fact. Want to come?"
Sam was startled by that question. "Come with you? Where?"
"The Ghost Zone," he replied. "Aw, come on, it's creepy, sure, but it looks amazing once you get used to it!"
Sam hesitated, but slowly nodded then smiled. "Sure, I'd love you."
Danny grabbed the goth's hand and teleported them to an alley where no one was looking. He summoned his scythe and created a portal for two, Sam stepping in first. He closed it once they both entered, while Sam ran over to a window in the tower.
"Wow, it looks awesome, and… Creepy!" Sam grinned. Then she blinked. "Oh, wait, we're here for your fangs, not my goth indifference."
The halfa chuckled while his scythe disappeared. "Dad! Are you here?"
"In here, Danny," came the reply.
He motioned Sam to follow him, and they ended up in Clockwork's work room. "Dad, why do I-"
"Have fangs? For the short explanation, you're starting to grow, and look like Him," Clockwork explained sadly.
Danny's face became as pale as a ghost.