Danny had developed a new power, and he hated it.
It had started small, soft even, little sensations in the back of his mind on how people around him felt, what an opponent's next move would be, know what those close to him needed; but after a trip to the Ghost Zone turned into escaping from Walker's prison again... it had escalated.
Powered up, the voice on his mind that was his own corrected.
"... must study for that test..."
"... can I join Ember's band if I'm alive?..."
"... gosh, Fenton's being weird again..."
"... if I bomb this test, Fenturd will get his yead shoved down a toilet..."
"... Phantom has been acting strante, it's probably planning something, I'll have to attack before it does..."
"... Fenton is a weirdo..." "... Fenton is a loser..." "... Phantom is a menace..." "... a total nutjob..." "... soace case much..." "asshole monster..." "Freak."
"Shut up!" Danny screamed, standing up from his seat and looking around at his classmates, feeling their annoyance swell up, angee, mockery, disdain. How they felt for him, what they thought him to be.
"... there he goes again..." "stupid Fenturd..." "... weirdo..." "... loser..." Freak.
"I said, SHUT UP!!!" Danny, yelled, screamed, wailed.