Fox of Light: Hey, this is kinda a chapter to get me back into writing. Since I've been writing essays for the past month, I wanted to go back to writing whatever I want. So, it's like me starting over...sorta.

So here's the next installment of Chicken Soup for the Danny Phantom Lover's Soul. Enjoy!

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Dash Bandster

Dash was the king of Casper High. He was only a freshman, but he was the quarterback of the football team, and the quarterback of the football team was king. As king, Dash enjoyed picking on poor defenseless nerds and geeks just for the fun of it. At least, that's what everyone though why Dash picked on these certain students, but it was not the truth...the truth was accidentally discovered by a poor geek named Danny Fenton.

"Fenton!" the muscular blond yelled from across the hall.

Danny quivered in fear at what Dash might do to him. He couldn't go ghost, or else his secret identity would be exposed, so he had to endure another painful thrashing.

"Because of your girlfriend's speech on why we shouldn't dissect earth worms, I had to do a report on earth worms, and you know I'm bad at reports, so I failed!" Dash said as he repeatedly poked his finger into Danny's chest.

Danny took a couple of steps back from Dash, putting his hands over his head to try to protect himself from his bullies giant fists, stuffing him in a locker. But just as Dash was going to bully Danny, he suddenly stopped.

"You're lucky, Fenton. I have to go take care of something." And left Danny alone.

The raven haired boy sighed in relief. "Wow, that was close. I wonder why Dash didn't beat me up?"

Danny jumped into a locker and went ghost,and tracked down Dash. Danny spotted Dash going into a closet, and the ghost went intangible and got in.

"I'm going geek!" Dash yelled, and his muscular football body turned into the body of a super geek. His muscular body was now nothing but skin and bones, his letterman's jacket was replaced with a button up plaid shirt and a tie. His jeans were now nice slacks that rode up to his naval, which his plaid shirt was tucked in. He wore thick black framed glasses with tape on the nose piece and his perfect teeth were buck toothed. The perfect blond hair was now parted to the side and messy. In one hand he held a trombone, in the other, a graphing calculator.

"I, Dash Bandster, must save a poor, defenseless geek!" and ran out of the closet.

Danny was still shocked at what he witnessed. "I can't believe Dash is a geek super hero. No wonder why he beats us up, the same reason why I try not to show I believe in ghosts. I'm going to follow Dash."

He found Dash walking towards two football guys beating up on the sousaphone player. "In the name of geekhood, I must stop you from hurting my fellow geeks and nerds!"

"Hey look, it's another band geek, let's beat him up!"

Dash smirked as he opened the spit valve on his trombone. "Super spit attack!" Loads of spit hit the two players.

"This is gross! Geek spit!" one complained.

"I'm contaminated for life!" complained the other.

"Now for my all powerful attack!" Dash turned on his graphing calculator and help it up high. "Polynomial raid!" The screen flashed, and the light blinded the two bullies.

"Ahh! Not polynomials! My head hurts now!"

"This is only a reminder that I'm failing math!"

The two bullies ran away in fear.

Sousaphone guy smiled at his savior. "Thank you, Dash Bandster! You saved my life again!"

"No problem, anything for my fellow geeks."

Sousaphone then walked into the band room.

Dash looked up and spotted Danny.

"Who are you?" Dash asked curiously.

"I'm Danny Phantom, I stop ghosts from bullying humans."

"Then I guess we have something in common! Maybe you could help me fight bullies sometime."

Danny smiled. "I would, but I have my own bully to fight."

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Fox of Light: So, um....yeah. I got the idea when it was costume day and one of my friends dressed up as a nerd....so I thought, what if Dash was a nerd/geek....thus this chapter was written and now I feel like I need some kind of therapy.

Signing out, Fox of Light