Friday, Casper High, Behind the Cafeteria Kitchens


Weekend. Glorious weekend. Was all that went through Danny's head as he headed towards school. He had slept over his alarm so he was running late, running late meant having to fly to school to make it. God knows he didn't want another reason for Mr. Welles to hate him.

Landing in his usual spot behind the dumpsters by the kitchens, he paused when there was a cry of pain and a sick crack of something hitting flesh. Is Dash kicking someone's ass again?Peeking around the corner he froze. Halfway across the span of the empty cafeteria outer wall a female ghost stood over the Box Ghost, a retractable baton in her hand splattered with ectoplasm while he cowered against the brick wall.

She was small but... had an oddly intimidating aura. Instead of the usual green of most ghosts her skin was a lavender shade and she was wearing a white and black outfit that reminded him of someone but he couldn't quite put his finger on it; a blouse with puffy short sleeves, black gloves, a white and black skirt with a black belt holding a gun and holster like a cowboy, white stockings with black pinstripes, and black cowboy boots with sharp glowing green spurs.

"Now Boxy we spoke about this before..." The girl ghost spoke, voice eerily calm and somewhat gentle and sweet like scolding a mildly naughty dog. She stood up fully, putting on a black cowboy hat to complete her ensemble, and jabbed her baton into the palm of her hand to collapse it.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you w... were here!" Box Ghost cried out through a mouth full of blood, slowly moving backwards to try and get some space between them, "Please don't... don't tell your dad!"

She smiled, her face hidden in shadows from her hat, "I might consider it if you do me a teeny weenie itsy bitsy favor and all will be forgiven~ "

"Anything!"

"Hey!" Danny decided to intervene and stepped around the corner in full Phantom mode still. Nobody beats up the Box Ghost but me dammit!

Box Ghost took that chance to flee and the girl raised an eyebrow as she turned slightly towards him. "I hate nosy people..." She muttered softly, wrinkling her nose.

"You're coming with me! I'm taking you back to the Ghost Zone!" He shouted, reaching for the Fenton Thermos hoping he could get her before she retaliated. However a gunshot rang out and he gasped as the Thermos flew from his hands down the alley.

She grinned coldly at Danny, shifting the shiny silver and black six-shooter to Danny's head. Ectoplasmic energy swirled down the dark shaft of the barrel and he stepped back.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" She fake gasped, putting a hand to her chest before purring and pulling back the hammer on her revolver, "I don't recall ya having any sort of authority, sugar. Mind showing me a badge?"

"This is my lair! My territory!You can't stay here!" He tried pulling, remembering that ghosts respected such things but knew it was a long shot if she didn't care.

"Oh? That so? Then why haven't ya kicked out Ol' Plasmius?" She tilted her head amused.

"B... Because..." Shit she knows about Plasmius? Danny swallowed hard trying to think, "Because he was invited!"

"Funny... he seems to think ya hate him ever so much." her gun hadn't moved an inch from Danny's head, arm steady as Skulker's with that green dot ready to be fired. The shrill last minute bell rang out and the girl frowned briefly, "Ya better get to class shouldn't ya? Gotta keep up that double life doncha, halfa?" She hummed, walking backwards slowly.

"I'm not letting you terrorize people in my territory! And what do you know about-" The gun went off again and his eyes widened as he felt the ecto-energy breeze by his ear. A coldness and then sharp burning pain. He reached up, touching with his gloved hand and finding the white rubber stained with neon green.

"Get moving. Or I won't miss. I got things to do ya know." The gun clicked again and he saw her eyes glowing brightly in the shadow of her hat, "I've given ya two warning shots already. Don't ya think I'm being mighty generous?"

"You shot me!" He gathered up energy and fired a beam of ice, the ghost dodging quickly and sliding across the dewy grass with a feral smile.

"It's not yet time to play with ya Phantom. But be assured I will soon. I promise ya that." She fired at him again, clipping his side and while he was distracted in pain she disappeared.

"Fuck... another psychopath after my blood... ectoplasm... whatever..." He groaned, going to his backpack as final bell for class rung, as if the day couldn't get worse before even starting. His healing factor and a bit of ice energy to dull the pain let him get to class with none the wiser beyond having a dull headache now from his ear.

Mr. Welles certainly let him know what he thought of Danny coming into his class tardy but changed the absentee mark on his attendance sheet to a present as if in pity. "Perhaps you should ask your parents to make you a new alarm clock since they enjoy making those fancy gadgets all the time." He commented before addressing the entire class to hand in their homework.

Next to him there was a soft tap on his elbow and Dolly smiled sympathetically, offering a sealed packet of aspirin. "Bad morning?" She asked.

"More than you know. Thanks." He took the packet and swallowed them dry, glad to dull the phantom pains in his body at the moment.

"No problem." She turned and handed in her homework to Mr. Welles and Danny froze. Shit I forgot my homework... He groaned and his head hit the desk. Needless to say Mr. Welles was not pleased.