"Wes, can you remember anything about what happened tonight?" Mrs. Fenton asked the redhead sitting on their living room couch.
Since the Fenton portal was the only official public portal to the Ghost Zone, Wes was very familiar to the room. Over the years it became more and more like a waiting room, then a family one. Many times the room was treated as a place mourners, that just couldn't handle the loss of their loved ones, would crowd and cry loudly over the morbid reality of life. He couldn't see it ever being a place of birthday parties, thanksgiving, or other family fun most living rooms were known for.
That was it, it wasn't a living room, it was a dead room. Though the two scientists that lived their with their half dead son and granddaughter, did try their best to make it feel welcoming. Crochet ghost portraits to cheesy one liners, and the demotivational poster everyone damn sure knew their son hung up for a laugh, doing there best to bring a little humor and comfort to those that would visit.
The Fentons, were never mean or insensitive on purpose. They after all understood death more then anyone. But, as a family that valued research and logic over emotions, some times they seemed a bit disconnected from the world. It was most evident a few years ago, when their son came into class, missing an arm and a leg, because they wanted to see if the limbs would regrow in his human state. It was horrifying, yet their son didn't seem to care, as he too sated he wanted to know.
So here was Wes, sitting in front of two scientist. One with almost seventy five percent of his boy made of metal and radioactive chemicals. The other who may has seen more battles and explosions than he could count. Talking about their crazy half dead son, and the trouble he stirred up.
"Well, as I said we were attacked." Wes sighed. "Fen... Danny, caught me just as I dropped off Ryan at a friends, to go chasing what he thought was an alien or something. Well... We 'found' the 'aliens' and they attacked us. One was short wearing ano orange jumpsuit and the one that attacked me, was a giant white tiger. Obviously it just was the Masters' kid and their tiger, the same ones I told you about the last time I brought your son home."
"A child and a exotic cat, couldn't have possibly have done all of your injuries." Mrs. Fenton stated. "Even without his ghost form Danny has a black belt in Defendo and lift a full city bus, unless... Jack what did the results come up on that tick?"
"Uh? Oh! Well we know it's made of unknown methods and metals." Mr. Fenton said. "It was blocking the connection between Danny-o's core, and causing him extreme pain when remembering certain events. You think it could have also effected his fighting ability?"
"It's possible as it was attached to his central nervous system..." Mrs. Fenton poundered. "The thing is... Wes, do you believe these... Two, are extraterrestrial in nature as well?"
"Huh? No, not at all... At least I doubt it." Wes shook his head and shrugged. "The Masters, you know when Vlad was around, they have always been into ghost stuff like you guys. You've seen their products, like Miss Gray's ghost hunting suit. I think the kid could have possibly be testing a new prototype ghost hunting suit for the Red Nexus... The tiger, well maybe it's a ghost tiger or something from the Ghost Zone. But, not aliens from space."
"Interesting..." Mrs. Fenton said before standing up. "Well, Wes, it's been a long night for all of us. You're scheduled to visit the Ghost Zone this morning right? Feel free to sleep on the couch, blankets are in the end table drawer next to you. We'll look into this later."
"Huh, yeah... Thank-you." Wes said holding back a yawn.
