Newcomer

A mischievous ghost stole my disclaimer saying I don't own the X-men Evolution franchise.

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Alan Breck threw on his gray trench coat over his tan trousers and white Tour De France t-shirt. As he was about to leave his new room at the Xavier Institute out popped Bogel and Weerd, his two oldest friends from childhood. Bogel and Weerd weren't even human. They were ghosts. They didn't look that scary, their appearances were almost comical, but when they would meld with Alan they would create his mutant powers, Alan could fire bolts of spectral energy that were capable of disabling electrical equipment or knocking people out. Bogel was a short, round shaped and a pale white color. Weerd was the same color but taller and with a shock of unruly hair and a long nose. Neither was over four feet tall.

"Whoa, nice digs." Weerd said.

"Where are we?" Bogel asked.

"Guys," Alan said, his voice revealing a Scottish accent, "We're not in Scotland, that's for sure."

"Where are we?" Bogel asked.

"Guys, we're at some place called the Xavier Institute for Gifted Children."

"Great, a geek academy." Weerd blurted.

"Hoo hoo, that gives me an idea for some pranks…" Bogel chimed.

"Oh no you don't!" Alan said, his eyes glowing green as they always did whenever he would access his spectral powers. He could do that to a limited extent but when Bogel and Weerd melded with him they could access massive amounts of spectral energy. This was physically taxing however and if Bogel and Weerd melded with Alan too long his body would start to show signs of immense physical strain so they had to part ways.

"Sorry, no need to get mad." Weerd said.

"Guys, this is my first day here, I need to make a good impression." Alan said.

"Since when have you worried about being Mr. Popular, we've always been on the outside before."

"Yeah, but let's try seeing if we can't at least get to know some of these people." Alan said walking out into the halls.

"Who are you talking to?" Kitty Pryde asked, seeing the newcomer in the gray trench coat who looked like he was talking to himself.

Bogel and Weerd rendered themselves invisible either at will or when they didn't want to be found. Alan had the same ability. All three of them developed that trait for mutual survival against a world that hated them. Bogel and Weerd weren't sure if Pryde was any different.

"Guys, she's one of us, don't worry." Alan said.

Kitty saw two shapes appear, two white sheet specters, one short and fat, the other tall and skinny with a long nose. "Those are my friends, Bogel and Weerd."

"H-hi." Bogel said.

"Are they…" Kitty said.

"Ghosts, yes." Alan replied.

"Don't you think that's, like, weird?" Kitty said.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." Weerd chimed.

"When you spend most of your childhood among ghosts, you come to realize they're no different than us." Alan replied.

"Guys, breakfast in ten." Scott said.

"Boy does that guy have a stick up his ass." Weerd said.

"Wait a minute! I know you! You're the ghost that tied my shoelaces together in Scotland." Scott replied.

"Behold!" Weerd said, pointing down the hallway. Scott turned his head and Weerd phased into the wall.

"These lads have a thing for playing pranks on people." Alan replied, "Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's not."

"What you mean like putting live caterpillars in Mystique's hair?" Scott replied.

"Hoo hoo. Phase Two of Operation Prankstergeist was a success." Bogel said.

"Hey! Don't give away our secret prank operations!" Weerd said, this time wearing a secret agent getup complete with black suit and sunglasses. He yanked Bogel through the wall.

"Hey! Ow! Ow! I didn't tell them everything about Operation Prankstergeist! Quit it! Quit it!" Bogel shouted.

"Yeah well you gave away too much....Ow! Quit biting! Quit biting!" Weerd shouted.

Alan opened the door of the bathroom where Bogel and Weerd were beating up on each other in the tub. "Alright lads, break it up!"

Alan's fingertips and eyes were glowing green and Bogel and Weerd wisely decided to avoid trouble and broke up the fight. Alan's fingers and eyes stopped glowing, "They're always like this."

"Boy does that Summers guy have a major stick up his butt." said Weerd.

"You might, like, want to stay clear of Scott for a while Weerd." Kitty said.

"Sure, I'll just operate on that stick some other time." Weerd replied as they walked downstairs for breakfast, following Scott, "And Bogel, put a low profile on a strict diet."

"Hey!!!!" Bogel replied.

"Yeah fatty, I'm talking to you." Weerd said.

"Okay stick boy, you replace that stick up Summers' butt." Bogel replied.

"Knock it off." Alan replied.

Kitty laughed lightly at the hijinks of the two ghosts. "They kind of remind me of the Brotherhood if you know what I mean."

"The Brotherhood?" Alan asked.

"They used to be run by Mystique before she abandoned them." Kitty replied.

"Oh you mean that crabby lady we attacked with the caterpillars?" Bogel asked.

"Yes Bogel, Operation Prankstergeist's latest victim." Alan replied.

"Yeah, she's a shapeshifter." Kitty replied as they walked to the dining room, "You'll hear all about the Brotherhood before long."

Alan wondered what exactly he had blundered into as he started to eat...