"I still can't believe that stuff actually happened last night," Tucker comments as the trio walks the familiar route to Casper High. "It's like a fever dream."

Danny lets out a snort. "More like a nightmare. At least you didn't have to smell a rotten corpse."

"I don't really know the guy, but I'd appreciate if you didn't talk about my granddad like that," Sam interjects with a sharp look at the boys.

Wincing, Danny turns his gaze to the school at the end of the street. "Sorry. I guess that was rude, huh?"

"A bit, but it's cool," Sam sighs with a shrug. "I don't know what he looked like or anything, so it's understandable that you're upset."

He makes a noncommittal noise in response, tightening his grip on the straps of his backpack. The fall wind bites at his skin, creeping into his bones in a way that's much more comforting than the icy cold of a poltergeist's aura. In fact, he welcomes the chill more than he ever did before. Danny takes a deep breath of the crisp air as he revels in how alive he feels, completely unlike the sort of dissociative, hazy feeling he's been plagued by since the accident. Even when Dash's car revs past and he slings a nasty insult at the three friends approaching Casper High, Danny can't bring himself to feel upset.

Alvin must sense his newfound happiness, because the ghost chuckles in an echo like water dripping off cave walls and ruffles Danny's hair. He doesn't swipe at the ghost's hand like he would if Jazz did the same thing- it would look quite strange if he did reach up at Alvin's hand- but he casts a mock look of annoyance at him, which makes the ghost laugh a bit harder.

It's a nice sound.

As they push through the school's heavy main doors, they're greeted by none other than Mr. Lancer. He blinks in surprise at Danny, then strides hurriedly across the hall to stop in front of them.

"I heard that you were seriously injured in an accident and were in the hospital for a time, Mr. Fenton." Mr. Lancer takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly before placing a reassuring hand on Danny's shoulder. "It sounded bad. You had me worried."

Before Danny can think to stop it, he replies with a quiet, "Sorry," to which Lancer waves a hand dismissively.

"There's no need for apologies, Fenton. I'm just glad to see you well enough to return to class," the teacher responds with honest relief in his tone before he hurries off down the hall towards the faculty room.

After a pause, Tucker blows a raspberry. "Damn, I've seen it all now: poltergeists, your weird eyes, an exorcism, and as of today, Lancer being nice to you. Might as well put my money on getting attacked by a slasher movie monster if this pattern keeps up."

"Y'know, maybe let's not bet on that?" Danny interrupts as they start walking again. "Because ghosts aren't the only things I can see, and I'd prefer not to deal with those creatures if I can avoid it."

Tucker stares at him with renewed horror. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Nope."

Sam starts bombarding him with excited questions about what these other 'things' are as they draw nearer to their lockers, to which Danny either gives a halting answer, or deflects it entirely.

But as if the universe is looking for any reason to throw him under the bus, Danny becomes aware of a presence in the school that certainly isn't a ghost. It's more robust, more fluid in its movement, and feels as if it's staring daggers in the back of his head despite the presence being a fair distance away. It doesn't speak, it merely prods experimentally at his consciousness. The clinical, plotting sensation of it makes Danny's stomach twist and his skin crawl.

"..nny? Danny." Sam's voice snaps him back to reality, and he flinches with a gasp.

At his reaction, Tucker lets out a defeated groan. "Don't tell me there's a ghost in here."

"It's-it's not a ghost," Danny stammers in a low voice. "I don't know what it is."

"Great! Now let's completely forget that it even exists and go about our boring highschool lives," Tucker squeaks as he reaches his locker and yanks it open.

"I don't think we have that choice." Sam sighs, running a hand through her hair at the same time a strange, raspy voice slithers into Danny's head.

How strange you are. You walk the line between the first and second planes, neither dead nor alive, neither here nor there. How amusing.

"Ohhhhh, good God. It's talking to me. Right now," Danny whispers, which makes Sam and Tucker stare at him in horror.

"What's it saying?" Sam begins, but Tucker interrupts by shushing her desperately.

"We still have a chance to pretend it doesn't exist."

"I-it's saying-"

Enjoy your current peace, halfa. It will not last, I shall make certain of it. I look forward to feeding on your flesh when I inevitably catch you.

Danny swallows, tossing his backpack in his locker and yanking out his books for their first period class. "It's not gonna do anything right now, but it, uh… it wants to eat me, apparently."

"Nice knowing you, dude."

"Gee, thanks, Tuck," Danny groans as he shuts his locker.

Before he can sink into his own dark, paranoid thoughts, however, a cold hand rests lightly on his shoulder and he lets his gaze flick to the side, where Alvin watches him with a serious expression. Once Danny's attention is on him, he removes his hand.

I can look for the spirit to make sure it doesn't catch you by surprise.

Danny gives Alvin a tiny enough nod that it would be imperceptible to anyone not currently focused on him, and with a reassuring smile, Alvin turns and phases effortlessly through the nearest wall. He lets out an anxious breath and tries to calm his nerves.

It's gonna be fine.

Despite all the jokes and wisecracks he's making about the situation, Tucker's actually pretty concerned for his best friend. He's just… never been very good at handling delicate emotional situations like this. The only thing he's good at is making people laugh, lightening the mood, all that silly stuff.

But his usual sense of humor just isn't enough to chase away the haunted look that lingers in Danny's eyes, and Tucker can't help but feel like he's not being a very good friend. He's overthinking, he knows it, but he can't shove those thoughts out of his mind.

Even now, as their third-period class with Lancer starts drawing to a close, he sees the way Danny's face twitches every once in a while, the way his eyes flicker to focus on things that only he can see, and the way a muscle in his jaw jumps whenever something invades his head and speaks to him. It's hard, not being able to help.

When Lancer turns back to the board, Tucker shifts to look under his desk at his phone in such a way that it just looks like he's adjusting his position. Letting his eyes flick up momentarily to check if anyone's looking, he taps out a hasty message.

Tucker (11:53)

hey danny u gud

Tucker shoves his phone back in his pocket then, quickly grabbing his pencil and jotting down a few more notes about Shakespeare, to make Lancer think he's paying attention. It's not long before Tucker feels his phone buzz and he steals a glance at his lit up lock screen.

Danny (11:55)

its talking to me. Have headavhw

hedachr

hedache

fuck

Barely catching himself before he snorts with laughter, Tucker glances back up at the board just as Mr. Lancer turns around to explain some more mind-numbingly boring crap about people who died hundreds of years ago. This continues for a few more minutes, but just before Tucker's certain his brains are gonna turn to mush and fall out his ears, the lunch bell rings and everyone leaps up in unison, desperate to escape the confines of Lancer's classroom.

Tucker, however, doesn't tear out the door with reckless abandon like he usually does. Instead, he scoops up all his books and makes his way across the room to stand next to Danny's desk. Danny himself is just shoving himself up out of his seat and carding his fingers through his hair like he's been doing often these days.

"You sure you're good, man?" Tucker asks with a worried look at his friend.

Danny takes a moment to screw up his mouth thoughtfully, then grabs his books and sighs, "I don't know, Tuck. This is… this is a lot."

"Can we do anything?" Tucker continues hopefully as Sam comes over as well.

Shaking his head, Danny replies, "I don't think so. But… why was it me?" They start for the door. "I'm nobody important, I'm just me. I'm not a hero or anything, and I don't know what to do."

"Oh, come on. You're pretty cool, Danny. You're the perfect person to get comic book superpowers," Sam says with a reassuring smile, which Danny doesn't notice as his eyes are trained on his feet.

Danny heaves a sigh. "I don't know, guys. I really don't."

They make a quick detour to their lockers to drop off their books, but after that they make a beeline for the cafeteria. And for a minute, Tucker's sure everything's gonna be just fine.

Of course, that doesn't last.

Danny stops stock-still in the halls, a blank expression on his wide-eyed face. Sam and Tucker both stop dead when he does and immediately rush to his side when they see the state of him. His body vibrates with minute tremors, his fingers twitch mildly, and for some reason, when Tucker tries to shake him out of his trance by the shoulder, his skin is cold as ice.

On the verge of panic, Tucker steps in front of Danny and takes a deep breath before slapping his hands on Danny's cheeks. This seems to do the trick, because Danny sucks in a sharp breath and flinches hard enough Tucker feels his wrists hyperextend. After taking a second to catch his breath, Danny drags a hand down his face with a groan.

"What was that?" Sam demands, more out of worry than anger.

Danny lets his hand fall from his face, and Tucker once again picks up on that eerily haunted look in his friend's eyes. "The monster, or whatever it is. It's in the cafeteria."

"Are you serious?" Tucker replies incredulously.

Danny nods. "It's… it's not doing anything bad, really, it's just creeping around the kitchen and scavenging whatever meat's lying around? I don't know, I can't hear its thoughts and it's not talking to me, but I can feel it. Like, I know where it is and what it's doing."

In an effort to lighten the mood, Tucker whispers, "Oh my God, it's your spidey sense."

"I guess?" Danny stammers, but some of the tension has melted from his posture. Tucker smiles. Mission accomplished.

An idea hits Tucker then- a terrible idea, but an idea nonetheless- and he adjusts his hat before sucking in a deep breath through his nose. He lets it out his mouth slowly, and only then does he muster up the confidence to bring it up to Sam and Danny.

"How 'bout we go look for the monster? Like, together? Danny leads the way, and if it pops up, we- I don't know, throw holy water at it?" He pauses. "I mean, it's targeting Danny. It's better if we stick together so it doesn't attack."

Sam presses a hand to her chin thoughtfully for a few moments before shooting an amused look in Tucker's direction. "Not a bad idea, geek boy. I'm down for that."

"No. Absolutely not," Danny says with a shake of his head. "I'm not dragging you guys into my-"

"Too bad, Paranorman, the three of us are a package deal. Your mess is our mess, and you can't pry us off of you no matter how many wacky powers you've got!" Tucker chirps with a cocky grin at his friend, who gives him a dirty scowl.

Sam hums in agreement. "Tough shit, Fenton, we're the ticks on your back. Except instead of leeching off of you, we're here to help you out."

After a long staredown between the three of them that Tucker finds incredibly uncomfortable, Danny lets out a long, exasperated groan and rubs at his eyes. "Fine. Fine. Okay. I guess this is what we're doing now."

"I knew you'd see our side in the end." Sam laughs impishly.

Tucker elbows Danny in the ribs. "We're a team. Lone Wolf mentality will earn you a swift kick in the ass."

"I hate you both," Danny mutters with no real bite to his words.

"Love you too!" Tucker and Sam singsong in reply as they round the last corner before the cafeteria.

When they reach their destination, Danny starts to understand why the spirit's agitation and fury isn't fading at all.

Back in the first year, Sam proposed 'Vegetarian Thursdays', a once-weekly event where all the cafeteria food is completely vegan- and vegetarian- friendly. Tucker hadn't been the most enthusiastic about it, even going so far as to make a petition on that ultimately flopped. Today just so happens to be Thursday.

Judging by the palpable rage pulsing through the cafeteria in waves, the spirit isn't a fan of Vegetarian Thursdays.

Danny casts a wary look around the cafeteria, searching for anything paranormal hiding under tables or in the shadows of trash cans, but to no avail. Not that Danny particularly expected to see anything out here; the spirit's aura radiates angrily from the kitchen.

He takes a breath before grabbing a lunch tray and heading for the food counter. "It's in the kitchen. There's no way we're gonna get close to it right now."

Sam shrugs. "Oh well. We'll just come back after school's out, or something."

"Yeah, we don't have to go running into the jaws of death and unimaginable horror right now." Tucker says with obvious relief, despite having been the one to suggest the whole thing.

Alvin chooses that moment to float through the nearest wall and tap Danny on the shoulder, which makes him flinch in alarm, heart hammering. The ghost floats into his field of vision to give him an apologetic look before speaking.

I can try speaking to the spirit, if you want. Spirits typically respect the dead, since that's what they used to be. I might be able to reach an agreement with it.

For a moment, Danny feels a pang of worry- if things go wrong and for some reason the spirit decides to attack… Alvin is the only kind paranormal creature he's met. He'd rather not lose his only non-human ally.

Though... the look of confidence on Alvin's face is just enough to sway him. He gives the smallest of nods, disguising it by grabbing a spoon and scooping some food on his plate. Alvin bids him a quick farewell, then vanishes through the lunch counter.

No sooner have Danny, Sam and Tucker sat down than a harsh cackle resounds in his head.

A spirit who doesn't know how to utilize the second plane to speak without human words. Now that's the funniest thing I've heard in fifty years.

Silence. Then, it continues on.

Why yes, I am projecting my words into the halfa's mind. He might as well listen in, if he's going to send his dead messenger boy over. Quite cowardly of you if I might add, halfa.

By now, Danny can slightly discern some traits in the spirit's voice; things like the rasp of an elderly person's grumble, the slightly higher pitch of a female voice. It's almost reassuring in a way, that he can discern these things without having to see the spirit face-to-face.

There is no way in all the planes that I will willingly give up my territory. Casper High is mine. And causing discord among the staff and students is quite an entertaining way to spend my immortality. I am staying right here.

Danny's grip tightens enough for the handle of his fork to bite painfully into his hand. He tries his hardest to keep the scowl off his face, but the looks Sam and Tucker give him tell Danny he's not doing the best job of it.

Ah, I feel your animosity. Quite a temper you have, halfa. You should respect your elders, both human and spirit. If I so wished, I could come out of hiding right now and tear you limb from limb.

He knows this intimately, and the nerves that come from the threat force him to choke back his anger and shovel some pasta in his mouth. As he tries to focus on the taste of the food in his mouth, the spirit chuckles in a low growl, Your days are numbered, my dear.

A shudder runs through Danny's body. At the same moment he starts planning out what to write in his will, he sees Alvin's ethereal form shimmer to his right and lets his gaze drift over to the ghost. After a moment where he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, Alvin lets out an imitation of a sigh and says, I did the best I could, kid. She's not gonna leave.

Danny gives a discreet thumbs-up as he twiddles his fork in his hand, trying to ignore the way Sam and Tucker stare at him in silence.

That's not all, though, Alvin continues, There's another ghost wandering the school. A child, about your age. He's too shy to let me get near him, but he might be of some help.

Another ghost…?

The thought hovers at the forefront of his brain, rattling around like dice in a bag, shaking his resolve, making panic creep up his throat like icy claws… but then Alvin places a reassuring hand on his shoulder and the ghost's aura seeps into him like spring sunlight. Warm, soothing, sleepy essence diffuses through his skin and fills him from head to toe, chasing the panic away and replacing it with something like confidence. Not cocky hubris, but vaguely optimistic self-confidence.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, holds it for a few seconds, then slowly lets it out through his mouth. With the tiniest smile, he glances at Alvin gratefully. The smile the ghost gives back tells Danny that he understands his gratitude.

The rest of the lunch period passes without incident, which is rare. Most lunch breaks at Casper High tend to end in food fights, actual fights, or with Dash Baxter inevitably picking on Danny and humiliating him in front of everyone.

In fact, Dash isn't even in the cafeteria. Odd.

The A-listers all sit at their usual table, but Dash is missing. They don't seem particularly antsy or somber, so Danny assumes he must just be catching up on some extra work. Or something. He's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth; any break Danny can catch from the most popular boy in school is worth savoring.

Danny finishes his plate of food moments before the end of lunch bell rings. Students all around the cafeteria grumble and groan about having to go back to class as they always do despite the way they hurriedly tidy up their tables and file out the door. Danny and his friends do as well, although at a slower pace.

Fourth period, the period directly after lunch, is usually when Danny, Sam and Tucker goof off, spray Dash Baxter's locker with fart spray, or something of the sort. It's their free period, and their favorite part of the day. Or, it was.

Now, with this whole paranormal nonsense, Danny supposes they should do something more useful.

Once the majority of students have gone to their classes, Danny finally speaks freely about their situation. "I… don't think the spirit will go out of its way to attack me right now. So, uh, I think it's a good idea for me to try figuring out more things about the spirit from a distance. Vulnerabilities, size, whatever."

"Sounds good. Lead the way, O Spiritual One," Tucker exclaims with an exaggerated bow.

Danny shakes his head with an awkward laugh. "Actually, I'm gonna go on my own."

"That has to be the dumbest idea I've heard since Sam started Vegetarian Thursdays," Tucker quips, which makes Sam whip around and punch him in the shoulder.

As Tucker whines loudly about 'the agony' caused by her punch, Sam shoots a stern look at Danny. "You realize that puts you more at risk, right? It's smarter to stick together."

"I know, but…" Danny glances off to his side at Alvin, "...I don't think I'm in any danger right now. And if we split up, we can figure more stuff out. The good stuff beats out the risks, y'know?"

Sam takes a deep breath. "I see your point. Doesn't mean I like your idea, but I guess we can listen. What do you want us to do?"

Danny lets his gaze drift from Alvin back to his friends. With a shrug, he says, "I was thinking you guys could try looking for books on the paranormal in the library. And webpages, if you feel like using the computers instead. Something in those stupid books has to have some kind of effect on actual spirits and ghosts."

Sam and Tucker exchange an uncertain glance, then turn to face Danny. After a few moments of silence, Tucker adjusts his hat and replies, "Alright then, dude. Be careful."

"'Careful' is my middle name," Danny snorts, to which both his friends respond with withering glares. This does nothing to dampen Danny's mood, however, and he gives them a small wave before wishing them luck and turning on his heel to head down the empty halls of Casper High.

Danny's just preparing to widen the scope of his perception- or whatever it's actually called- when Alvin taps his shoulder.

If you're alright on your own, I can keep an eye on Sam and Tucker. You have some lingering anxiety, I can feel it.

"You know," Danny remarks, "that's actually a really good idea. You'll keep them safe?"

Of course, kid. I fought that old geezer last night and wasn't injured. I can handle a stupid little spirit.

The distaste in Alvin's voice is enough to pull a laugh out of Danny, who tries to stifle it with a hand but fails miserably. Alvin's watching him with a smug grin, and Danny halfheartedly swats at the ghost, who flits out of reach with a chiming laugh.

"Alright, get out of here already," Danny snaps with a smile.

No need to get hostile, Alvin chuckles. I'm on my way.

With that, the ghost phases through the nearest wall and leaves Danny standing alone in the hall. Now, with no distractions and tons of time on his hands, he continues on his trek through the school. With a sharp breath, he tries to focus on the spirit's volatile aura.

Danny wanders the halls for about half an hour, stretching his senses to their limits, feeling for any vulnerabilities in the spirit's aura, looking for something… anything! Though unfortunately, he has no clue what he's doing. So despite his best efforts, he doesn't know what the hell he's feeling when he tries to get a grip on the spirit's aura.

This goes on for a few more minutes, right up until the spirit grows tired of him, cackles in amusement, and stabs its aura deep into his head. The sudden intrusion makes pain erupt in his head, scattering stars across his vision, and he quickly retreats into himself. It doesn't prevent him from feeling arrogant pride-like tar seep into his bones from the spirit's aura, though.

Danny lets out a frustrated groan and stops bothering her. She's just toying with him, it's obvious now that she doesn't take him seriously. Why should she? Danny's about the least threatening thing in the world!

In his exasperation, he shoves his way into the nearest unoccupied room without warning, which just so happens to be the boys' bathroom. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. Today, however, as soon as he opens the door, a very repressed, fearful aura tickles at his subconscious and he stops dead. The door bangs shut behind him at the same moment he locks eyes with a pale, flickering ghost.

For a few seconds, they just hold each other's eyes in stunned silence.

Unfortunately, it's not long before the spell is broken and the ghost lets out a panicked shriek, whirling around to phase through the far wall. Danny opens his mouth and calls, "H-hey, wait-!" but the ghost is gone before it hears him.

After a few moments where he merely stares blankly at the wall the ghost leapt through, Danny reaches up and rubs at his eyes with a groan.

I'm never gonna get used to this.

"You saw another ghost?!" Tucker exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. "How many ghosts are there in Amity Park?!"

It's the end of the school day, and the odd trio (plus Alvin) sit on the bleachers along the baseball diamond to share their findings away from prying ears. Danny lets out an exhausted sigh, dragging a hand down his face. "Too damn many. But it was scared of me and ran away, so it's not a problem. Anyways, what did you guys find?"

Sam blinks at his sudden subject change, but recovers quickly and reaches around into her spider-shaped backpack to pull out a beat-up old hardcover book. Danny and Tucker sidle closer to peer over her shoulder at the pages as she brushes some lingering dust off the cover.

"I found this shoved behind the books in the mythology section, and it has some pretty neat information in it." She gingerly opens the worn cover. "Some of the stuff in here is pretty dumb, but a few things are worth a shot."

"Like what?" Tucker pries.

Sam flips to a page almost halfway into the old book, dragging a finger across the page until she finds the paragraph she's looking for and taps it. "For starters, things like holy water, holy silver, all that sort of stuff which we probably won't be able to get our hands on."

Tucker lets out a bark of laughter as Sam hunts for the next paragraph she needs, "So does that mean Danny can't walk into a church anymore? I mean, if holy water and stuff messes ghosts and spirits up, and Danny's half-spirit, wouldn't that mess him up too?"

"I… damn, I dunno. That might be worth checking out, actually. I'd hate to be dragged to Christmas service with my family and end up finding out that stepping into a church turns me to ash on the spot," Danny comments, suddenly intrigued.

Before he and Tucker can launch into a whole new conversation about churches and the paranormal, Sam clears her throat loudly and continues, "ANYWAYS, another way to supposedly 'ward off evil' is to line your windows and doors with salt. It sounds dumb, but who knows? Maybe it's worth a try."

Danny takes a breath. "Okay, I guess I'll try that tonight. Is there anything else?"

"Mmmmm…" Sam hums, skimming over a handful of pages, " ...there's some mumbo-jumbo on wards, incense, and sage, but I think I'll read up on it a bit more before we do anything with that stuff. We don't wanna mess this up, especially now that we know the paranormal is real."

While he's not happy to only have one method to test out, Danny supposes it's better than nothing. He needs to try everything if he wants to 'exorcise' the lunchroom spirit, or whatever. He's not sure what to call this whole gig.

Sam shuts her book at the same time Danny rises to his feet and slings his backpack over one shoulder.

Normally, they'd walk home with him, but both of them have after-school plans. Yet another reason to hate Thursdays. As if the vegetarian menu wasn't bad enough. Danny doesn't hold it against them, though; at least they have passions they want to pursue outside of school and probably even after they graduate.

Himself, though? He doesn't know what his future holds.

As he bids his friends farewell and starts for home, he finds existential dread starting to settle heavily on his shoulders. What is he gonna do post-graduation? His grades aren't good enough to get into college for astronomy or anything space-related, even though that's what he really wants to do. Not to mention, if these powers are permanent, he'll be too distracted all the time to focus on everything he needs to as an astronaut.

Maybe he can just become one of those paranormal investigator TV personalities. Except he's not acting and actually can see dead people. Or maybe he can be a medium.

With a scowl, he shakes his head.

I'll just be known as another one of 'those crazy Fentons' if I do that.

You're anxious, Alvin's voice cuts through his messy thoughts. Y'wanna talk about it, kid?

Double-checking for anyone in earshot, Danny shrugs and replies, "Just worrying about my future, I guess. I'm not smart enough to be an astronaut like I wanted, and any jobs where I can use my powers to help out will get me labelled as a psycho." He drops his gaze to his feet. "I'm kinda stuck."

After a short period where neither Danny nor Alvin speak, the ghost finally murmurs in a gentle voice, You probably want to work at NASA someday. The good thing is that not every job there requires honors-level intelligence. And you have the opportunity to get promoted to a more important role. You could be a contractor, a teacher, or something like that. But I know you have the smarts to earn a place with NASA as an astronaut or scientist.

"But what about the whole 'I see dead people' thing? What if I slip up and accidentally talk to a ghost or something and end up labelled as insane or whatever? I'd lose my job there."

Mental illness is pretty common. If anything, you might go for a psychiatric assessment and they'll try testing you for schizophrenia or a similar disorder. They'll find fuck-all, and you'll be sent back to work. Maybe you'll be known as the eccentric one, but they won't fire you for something as minor as… oh, how about mistakenly thinking you heard a coworker say your name?

Danny mulls this over for the remainder of the trek back home, and as the time passes, he starts feeling the existential dread fade. His anxiety sinks back to a manageable level. With a surge of relief, he feels like he can breathe again.

Before he opens the front door, he gives the ghost a grateful smile and whispers, "Thanks, Alvin."

Sam (23:41)

hey danny you try that salt thing?

or did u forget

Danny (23:43)

yeah I swiped some table salt from the kitchen and poured it on my windowsills and along the bottom of my door and apparently Alvin can't phase through the walls now

so salt works ig?

Tucker (23:43)

Is alvin ur ghost friend?

also lmao ur Dean Supernatural

Danny (23:44)

yea alvin's the ghost

tucker stop bullying me

Sam (23:45)

Im glad it works

maybe we can use that against the spirit? we can trap it somewhere?

Danny (23:45)

idk but we can try

Tucker (23:46)

omg tomorrow u should walk into the cafeteria and say 'hey demons its me ya boy'

go full Shane Madej

Danny (23:47)

Tempting… but the spirit already wants to fuckin eat me so idk how good an idea that is

Tucker (23:47)

at least you'd go out like a legend

Sam (23:47)

go to bed jesus christ

Danny (23:48)

You don't have to tell me twice

night guys

Tucker (23:48)

sleep is for cowards

and i am absolutely a coward good night america

Sam (23:49)

god i need some more girl friends

night dummies

Tucker (23:49)

nightyyyy