I just wanted to say thanks to you all for being supportive and reviewing my story! I'm terrible at updating at regular intervals, so I apologize for that!

To reply to some reviews:

-This is already the longest fic I've already written so I don't know if I could handle writing longer chapters sorry .

-For all those asking me to update, here it is ^^

-And about the story possibly being taken on a website called Quotev, I'm on Quotev with the username Mongolia, so if it's under there it's me! :D

Also, Merry -late- Christmas and Happy -late- New Year!


Danny packed up a couple of minutes early, to the disapproval of the teacher. The ghost kid gave the teacher a sweet smile and darted out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. Not many teachers appreciated kids who did such an action so Danny narrowly avoided a lecture about 'respect' in relation to packing up early.

"Oh, I see him!" Jake's voice crackled to life once more.

"Where?" Danny asked almost instantaneously.

"Well... it looks like he's talking to someone, it's a teacher, he looks old and has a huge belly. He's also bald."

"Sounds like Lancer."

"Who?"

"Facility from my school."

"Ah, I see."

"Although, it sounds like Cunningham got into trouble." Tuck joined in with a 'hmmm' sound, "familiar territory anyone?"

"Okay, whatever, I'm going to go talk to him." Jake dismissed Tuck's comment, and began to walk forward.

Despite the fact that Danny wasn't all that close yet, he could hear the conversation through the fenton phones.

~POV switch to Randy~

"And that, young man, is why literature is the most important human relic still in existence." The aging teacher finished his thought in his quiet monotone voice.

"Why thank you for the invigorating speech, I feel more inspired than ever to learn about our cultural history." Randy replied, quoting what the sub rambled on about during the music class, though why he got lectured about literature during his music class is beyond him.

"Oh really? I mean-" The teacher was cut off before he could continue with his next paragraph of lecture.

"Hey Mr. Pan-" The voice stuttered, then corrected himself, "Lancer..." He paused -Randy assumed to think of an excuse- then gave a small chuckle, covering it with a cough. "I heard that someone was burning a copy of The Whale in the cafeteria."

"Moby-Dick!" The teacher exclaimed and stomped off towards the cafeteria.

Randy turned towards his savior and blinked a couple of times before he realized that he had to look down to see the teen's eyes. "Hey, thanks for saving me from a lecture."

"Yeah don't sweat it dude."

A second of silence passed.

"Ehm... So why are you still here?"

"Oh- I have this class next." The boy smiled easily, "The name's Jake by the way."

"Randy." The two exchanged a handshake before another silence took place.

Jake rocked back and forth on his heels, then continued the conversation awkwardly. "Would you, uh, would you like to sit with me and my friends at lunch?"

"Could I invite my Biffer?"

"If by biffer you mean friend, then yeah sure."

"Okay."

"We sit in the back corner of the lunch area."

"Sounds bruce." Randy questioned once more why the teenager was approaching him and a wild thought came to his mind: He knows I'm The Ninja! He shook off the thought, then started walking. "So... Nice talking to you. See you at lunch tomorrow then."

"Alright, see you tomorrow."

Randy shuffled off towards his History class, both confused and excited about meeting that kid for lunch tomorrow. For all Randy knew, this Jake kid could be the most popular kid in his school. Then Randy and Howard could get some much-needed attention and fans.

~Skip to afterschool :D We're at Randy's house, and Howard is there too~

"...dude, he could be the most popular kid in his school!" The purple-haired teenager gave off a big grin as he retold the encounter to Howard. "We'd totally make it into the Fish Cage!"

"But what if Jake is a loser like us?"

"Well then, that would be totally wonk."

"Wonk, yes, but it may be true." Howard stood up and paused Grave Puncher 3 (the two were binge playing all of the games for the 20th time). "Consider all of the possibilities here, Cunningham."

Randy joined his friend and stood, "Sure, that's one possibility, but think of the popularity."

Howard thought for a moment and laughed. "Imagine if this Jake kid is a part of the duo you keep encountering."

"Ha! That would be some coincidence wouldn't it." Randy gave a laugh as well, "It'd save me time. I am trying to find them after all."

"For the Trio!" Howard lifted his controller to the sky.

Randy did the same, tapping Howard's controller as if it were a toast. "For the Trio."

~POV skip back to Danny!~

"So... We learned his name is Randy... And we're going to meet him tomorrow at lunch?" Danny asked to confirm. The six were in Lao's shop in order to compare notes.

"Yeah." Jake nodded.

"Don't forget the fact that I saw him with a kid named Howard almost all the time." Trixie added.

"I still think he's the ninja." Jake commented absentmindedly. "He disappears as often as Danny does. I've seen him go to the bathroom every other day in English."

"Maybe he just has... issues." Tuck joined.

"I second Jake's intuition." Spud went back to playing with Jake's action figure collection.

Both Trixie and Jake looked at Spud, then at the same time, said "Jake's right." and "I'm right." respectively.

"Wait, why are you changing sides Trixie?" Sam asked out of curiosity.

"Spud's a genius that's why." Trixie responded instantly. "His intuitions are pretty on point."

"Really?" Jazz was skeptic, but seemed open to the idea.

"Anyways!" Danny tried to call the conversation back to its roots. He was honestly surprised the group didn't derail that much. "What should we say to Randy tomorrow?"

"Well, maybe we just reveal your identity to him." Jake gave a small smile.

"What?"

Jake shrugged, "both Spud and I believe he's the ninja. We could do a swap secrets thing."

Danny shifted with unease, "it seems like I worry about my identity more than you do."

"Whatever, we'll figure it out tomorrow when we see him." Jake finalized the concept without letting others butt in and comment.

~time skip to tomorrow at lunch :P ~

Danny was nervous. Of course he was. Jake hadn't given any signs that he was intending to keep Danny's secret. He was starting to question his choice in friends.

"Jake I still don't like this idea." He whisper-shouted, yet still continued walking with him to the back corner of the lunch room.

"Oh relax, I'm right, remember?" Jake replied at a normal volume.

"No, you're not. You're jeopardizing the entire realm on a feeling."

"Oh please, like you haven't done that before."

"Yeah, but at least I GOT THE FACTS FIRST!" Danny's whisper-shouting sounded more like a regular voice at the end.

"Chill, I got this." Jake nodded as he repeated the same phrase.

The two kept arguing until the table, where they shut up for a second to sit down, only to continue once settled in. The rest of the group decided engage in the same conversation, but among themselves. Sam, Jazz, and Tuck against the idea, Spud and Trixie for it.

"Ahem."

The two separate conversations stopped dead as Jake and Danny looked towards the throat-clear.

"Oh hey Randy. What's up?" Jake casually addressed the purple-haired teen.

"Why are we whispering?" the shorter one -Howard Danny assumed- whispered loudly.

"Were we whispering?" Danny asked back, trying to keep his nerves in check. "Tuck was telling us a joke."

"Yeah, I was telling a joke that had whispering a part of it." Tuck added to Danny's alibi.

"Come sit down." Jake gestured to the table, ignoring Danny's third death glare.

"Okay." Randy shrugged, then set his food down. "So, I happened to notice the lack of fangirls here."

"Fan-" Danny began.

"Ah yes, the fangirls are just getting lunch." Jake cut Danny off and gave the ghost a quick glance.

"Erm, yeah. That's right...?" Danny joined, confusion on his face.

"To be a part of our group we need to interview you." Jake stood and gestured for Danny to do the same.

Danny stood then whispered to Jake, "what are you even doing?"

"He thinks we're popular. We can use this." Jake whispered back then nodded, "come on Cunningham."

Randy looked spooked. He glanced to Howard, who gave him a nod and whispered something to him. After Howard whispered, Randy looked more confident and stood.

The three, led by Jake, walked to the center of the room. They sat down at an empty table and Jake gave a smile.