AUTHOR'S NOTE: (VERY IMPORTANT!)

I would like you all to know that in the following scene, there would be a mention of a stage crew, something to that of High School Musical. I would like to point out that this will not be a musical. Don't expect Jason to start jumping up and singing or taking the lead role or whatever you are thinking related to musicals. It's just a punishment and Jason is a horrible singer. Even though the punishment is relative to the plot, don't think I'll start making him sing. This is not Phantom of the Opera, ok?

Jason: I think by the time I sing, the world will die.

Specs: Yeah, what he said. I actually agree with you for once.

Jason*rolls eyes*

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny, therefore I am not Butch Hartman. Nor do I own NERF guns and Spongebob Squarepants. T3T

Jason sat down on his window, silently watching the dark blanket slowly enveloping the once bright sky. He sighed heavily as he leaned against the glass of the window. His whole life just went down the drain in an instant. It just happened a few hours ago…

"Hello again Mr. Fenton, Mrs. Heathers," Mr. Lancer said in his usual monotonous voice.

Jason sat beside his dad, silently praying for everything to go easy on him, even if he knew that he was fighting a losing battle against Greasy Hair. He was completely scared of the fact that his dad didn't bother to look at him, not even talking to him since he arrived. He leaned heavily against his chair as he tried to ignore Matt's smirking face while his mom did all the talking for him. His mom had blond hair, eye bags clearly visible despite her youthful face, and bright blue eyes to match her personality. There were floral prints all over her shirt and bright colored skinny jeans in a desperate attempt to make her seem younger but to no avail. Her name was Star Heathers.

"Why would my son be in trouble?" Star said in her high voice, "Look at all the etiquette classes I took him to! The money we wasted for him there! All the great friends he has! The best of the best I'm telling you! I can't see him ending up in… in… DETENTION!"

"Mrs. Heathers," Lancer said, rubbing his forehead, "I know he has a clean record and he is the best actor we had in the drama club but he got into a fight with Mr. Fenton here…"

"Fenton? FENTON?" Star turned her attention to the man on the chair. Danny jumped in surprise as she screamed his last name.

"No wonder why my little boy got in trouble!" she exclaimed. She pointed an accusing finger at the father as Jason watched with his eyes wide in shock. "It's that Fenton freak!"

"Please," Danny said crossing his arms, "Those were ages ago, Star. Couldn't you at least try to be a little bit more mature?"

Jason watched Star as she opened and closed her mouth in silent rage. She looked for something else to complain about then her eyes fell on him. Jason shrunk back as she began her relentless rant. "Mature? Look who didn't grow mature Fenton! Look at your son! He beat up my dear Matthew! The way he is dressed, his looks, his hair, his…"

Star grew silent as she looked into Jason's eyes. He was afraid on what she was going to say next but thankfully, Mr. Lancer took advantage of Star's silence.

"Mr. Fenton, I'm really sorry to say this but your son had been brawling with Mr. Heathers here," Mr. Lancer said as he gestured towards Matt "It was one of the most outrageous things I have ever seen ever since you were here."

"That's because he provoked me!" Jason said, finally finding his voice to speak, "He talked horribly about Toni and…" Jason gave a hinting gesture towards his father but Danny wasn't even looking at the people to his left.

"But is violence the answer?" Mr. Lancer said as he leaned towards him, giving him the point. Jason was stunned to silence. He couldn't find the right words on what made him want to kill Matt. How was he supposed to explain that he just had the sudden instinct to pounce on him? Just as he was trying to answer, Mrs. Heather interrupted him.

"That's because he is both a Fenton and a Manson! It's a savage combination of two lowly common people if you ask me."

"Can you please stop it?" Everyone looked at Danny in complete surprise, as he seemed to have finally snapped. "Don't you dare accuse my wife of raising him up like an animal! We are able to manage to take good care of him…"

"But it's not good enough!" Star said. She looked as if she were ready to blame a famous scientist for making the greatest invention the world has known for making only the slightest flaw. "He nearly choked my baby to death, isn't that tight Matthew, dear?"

Matt nodded. "He was also going to punch me right in the face! Good thing I was able to stop him from doing so!"

"Nectar in a Sieve, people, can you please calm down!" Mr. Lancer said as he tried to stop the fight from heating up any further. "Both Matthew and Jason were seen fighting in the middle of the cafeteria and as most people had seen it, Jason was the first one to throw his fist. So I would like to compromise by letting Jason become a backstage crew for the drama club for this entire one and a half months for the upcoming play and Matt has to help him. Would that be fine?"

Jason was left to silent shock while Matt seemed to be triumphant. Matt's mother hugged him screaming words like, "I knew it" and "My dear" while Jason looked down in shame as Danny expression was completely unreadable but Jason knew deep down, his dad was extremely disappointed…

Jason just sighed deeply as he heard a knock from his door. Then a small voice came from it's other side, "Jah-son! Everyone's waiting for you! Can yah please come?"

Jason suddenly began to think on how gloomy his birthday dinner would be. He didn't want anyone to stare at him with anymore disappointed looks weighing him down. He shouted back, "Your big brother's not that hungry, ok? C-can you just tell them they can eat without me?"

There was silence from the outside. Then Lilia replied, "Oh-kay. I'll tell them your not goin's tah eat. And big brotha…"

Jason spun around, almost forgetting that Lilia wasn't even inside the room with him, and saw a small note slip underneath the door.

He walked up to the door and leaned down to pick up the almost crumpled piece of paper. There he leaned against the cold wall as he read it, a small smile forming on his face. He saw little Lilia's drawing smiling up at him. She did her best to draw herself, his mom and dad, and at the center, himself. He couldn't help but stare upon the innocent drawing of his sister. He wanted this little drawing to become real. He really wished it was a Happy Birthday, like it said on the card, not a "The Most Depressing Birthday Ever Celebrated". He sighed heavily as he walked up to his bed and place the card on his desk. He collapsed helplessly on it, probably hoping that his dad cancelled the party and re-scheduled it on another day because he was grounded, like he said in the car.

"God," Jason said to himself, "I hate being fourteen." As he said those words, he fell into an uneasy sleep.

Thump

Jason woke up with a start, which was probably the worst thing that he ever did. He found himself underneath his own bed, rubbing his sore head from the incredibly large bump that he got just at that moment. No matter how painful it was, that wasn't a matter of importance right now. His heart raced as he saw to foreign feet walking around his room at that very instant. He reached a horrifying conclusion; there was a thief. As silent as he could, he tried to get a better look of the creep. Unfortunately, the stranger came up to his bed so chances of Jason looking into his face was being shot and killed. He tried to think of something fast and suddenly had an idea, yet also the stupidest. He grabbed the stranger by the ankles in hope to pin him down and call his dad and the police. His plan backfired immediately as he was sprayed on the face. The mysterious liquid: Pepper spray.

"AAAH! GOD!" Jason screamed as he tried to wipe away the burning liquid from his eyes.

"Jason, is that you?" Jason stiffened at the sound of the voice. No, it wasn't a man's voice, it was a girl's voice. He tried to get a better look as he tried to open his eyes despite the pain. Sure enough, he could see two dark green orbs greeting him.

"Toni?" Jason said as he rubbed his eyes like a little child, "What the heck are you doing here in my house, in the middle of the night?

"I always come here on Fridays," Toni answered, helping Jason get out from underneath his bed. "I try to go ghost hunting here since I really believe in your grandparents. I just want to see a ghost even it's the last thing I'd do."

"Toni," Jason said in great annoyance, removing the last of the burning liquid off his eyes, "there are no such things as ghosts! Go home, before any of my folks catch you!"

"But I have all my ghost equipment," Toni protested eagerly, removing the backpack from her back and dumped all its content on the floor. Out came comic books, candles, a sleeping bag, a small NERF gun, a paddle ball, more comic books, a book on ghost stories, a camera, a match box, a flashlight and comic books.

"See? I'm probably prepared."

"Toni are you seriously going to hunt with this?" Jason said, picking up the paddle ball from the floor.

"It said it was effective against ghost in Spongebob."

"It's a kid's cartoon for crying out loud!"

"It probably has a deep dark meaning in it," Toni insisted some more, "like the fact that the characters of Spongebob represents the seven deadly sins."

"What? Really? Wait, I don't care if they have deep dark meanings in it," he said before he got completely distracted by this fact and began to point the paddle ball threateningly at Toni ,"All I know is that you have to go home. Now."

"Let me stay here, just for one last night?" she begged. "I wanna see a ghost. I promise, promise, promise I will leave as soon as I find one."

"You won't find one."

"I will!"

Jason sighed. If this game keeps up, one of the adults in the house is bound to find her soon and he was already in as much trouble as he is.

Finally reaching to his final decision he said, "OK, fine. One night only and that's it. After that no more visiting my house in the middle of the night ever again, understand?"

Toni nodded but she didn't really seem to listen. She had already left the room.

"Why me?"

He quickly followed after Toni and stayed to stay as close as possible behind her. She seemed like she knows what she was doing as she was able to navigate her way in the pitch black house. He just kept silent that he could see perfectly in the darkness.

"Where do you plan on going exactly?" Jason asked after they had reached the bottom of the flight of stairs.

"Let's see, I already went all over your house, even the OPS center, though I've never been in the basement."

Jason's eyes widened in shock when she mentioned the last word. "No Toni. That's the most horrible idea I have ever heard."

She was already on her way down by the time Jason finished his face-palmed and muttered to himself as he ran after her, "Why does she keep doing that?"

"Toni?" he said as he reached the last flight of steps leading to the basement.

"Jason, I'm over here" she said as she turned on her flashlight. The light landed upon the several pieces of machinery Jason had seen earlier this Monday. She looked around in a daze, fascinated by the sleek weaponry. "Mr. and Mrs. Fenton talked about their inventions thousands of times but I never thought I could find it here. I thought it was all in their OPS center."

"Toni, I know your ecstatic about finding this room but can we get out? Now?"

"Just let me stay here awhile."

Jason completely gave up on arguing with her any further and resided to sit down on one of the rusty chairs found in the room. As he looked, Toni's eyes landed on a particular device. It had a large bulky satellite on it top and it looked like a really old fashioned cellphone. She heard the soft beeps as it's circular screen flashed every now and then. She picked it up and her fingers slowly traced her finger on the name of the machine.

"The Fenton Tracker."

At that exact moment, she nearly dropped the said invention as it weakly started making cracking sounds and then a woman's voice, though not clear, began to speak.

"Ghost…shk… right…front…shk…fool… not…see…shk…ghost."

Toni's eyes widened as she looked up immediately from it. All she could see was Jason yawning in his chair, apparently from lack of sleep. She looked back at the machine, shaking her own head at her own panic. She began to think about what it had said. There was a ghost, it had said. Where is it though. It said right then front. Right in front? Probably. Fool. The previous owner of this device was probably oblivious to the ghost all the time. Not… see… ghost. Was the ghost invisible?

"Toni, how long are you planning to stare at that thing?" Jason finally spoke as he stood up and walked towards her. The device beeped faster and faster as he came closer. She finally realized what it had been trying to say all along.

"Stay away from me," she stammered as she moved away from him and dropped the tracker onto the ground.

"Toni, what's wrong with you? It's just me and I'm not fixing that thing"

"Y-you're not Jason," Toni kept on insisting, "Who are you and what are you doing in Jason's body?"

"Toni, this isn't making any… Oh God, put that thing down!"

Toni had picked up from the desk on what looked like a white gun with green streaks on it. She was aiming it at Jason as her hands shook in fear.

"This w-will only hurt you g-g-ghost and not Jason. If you don't want to get hurt, walk out of h-him and show yourself."

"What has gotten in to you? I'm not a ghost," he tried to sound angry but only fear rang in his voice.

"In the count of three. O-One…"

"Toni."

"Two…"

"Please Toni."

"Three!"

Jason realized that there was no changing her mind as he ducked for cover. Toni closed her eyes as she pulled the trigger, only to miss him by a mile. It caused a loud bang as it ricocheted of the wall and bounced all over the room. Both Toni and Jason watched in shock as it finally landed on the tall cabinet. It rocked dangerously back and forth and fell in the direction where Toni was, completely frozen in fear. Jason had watched all of this slowly, his brain felt like it was jammed by the sudden turn of events. Quickly taking in the situation, his insides were suddenly freezing as he tried to save her. He didn't want her to be squashed like a bug. Something snapped within him and saw a bright flashing light as he dived into Toni's rescue, right when the cabinet fell on the floor.

The dust began to spread where the cabinet landed. There was too much dust that Toni wasn't able to see the who just saved her. She coughed as she squinted her eyes to see who it was. It was a white haired boy, his skin so pale that it seemed like it was actually glowing. His clothes were composed of a black, spandex, short-sleeved shirt, black baggy pants that was being held by a single white belt. His hands were covered by a pair of black gloves and around both of his wrists were white wristbands. His eyes were tightly shut but when Toni tried to inch away from him, his eyes opened to expose glowing emeralds. He looked a little dazed as he looked at Toni and spoke, his voice sounding more like an echo.

"Are you okay, Toni?"

Evil cliffhanger :D I'm sorry if it seems a little rushed, I'll re-edit it again. I promise I will update faster but I'm starting to type real long chapters and new stories so I apologize. Please leave a kind review or criticism on your way out. Moar will come soon :D

Finally edited :D If some people are wondering, yes, it was the same cabinet that nearly fell on Jason earlier. Who it got back in position? When Danny was looking for the box.