And you thought I was kidding about getting the word count up there. This is the first time that I remember actually writing something over 3000-4000 words. This whole chapter alone is about 6,330 words. Holy crap. It's going to take me a lot longer to update if I keep making them this long, but luckily I had half of this chapter done when I posted the prologue hence that I was able to get this one up quick.

I'll just update this fic whenever I get the chapter done, so it can range anywhere between two days and two weeks, but that's not too bad I think considering I want to make them long and most people don't update their fics at all- which is okay I guess since I can understand how hard it is to write sometimes.

~CWA

(P.S. Please review! And thanks for all the favorites and follows! I'm so excited for this story! It's my first Big Hero Six one too!)


CHAPTER ONE


Danny Fenton

San Fransokyo Institute of Technology

I'm practically skipping as I enter the campus of San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. I can't help but just look around absolutely gob-smacked. I mean I expected this place to be huge, but this is… This is something else entirely. A building that seems to disappear into the clouds. Windows that soak up so much sunlight. A green courtyard. Blossoming trees. A few buildings are off to the side. Long, wide sidewalks with just as wide stairs. Ramps for people in wheelchairs. This place just looks so welcoming. So friendly. It's more than I ever dreamed it could be really.

There's people everywhere. Everywhere I turn there's someone, most are looking at their phones or textbooks. Nearly everyone has some sort of caffeinated drink in their hand. Though one guy has several mugs of coffee, shaking slightly with bloodshot eyes. It's likely he has some sort of test coming up soon and pulled an all nighter. It wouldn't surprise me. I'm just thankful that with my ghostly abilities I'm at least able to stay up later than most humans with minimal damage to my system.

Though the most comforting thing about this place is the aura. It's one of my more recently developed powers. But with it, I can see and sense the auras of everything. People. Plants. Ghosts all have a visible aura- which results in our otherworldly glow. Buildings and public areas, however, just have a kind of residue-like aura that's just a result of the overall auras of the people who go there. Each aura is almost always unique to that person and shows true emotions and souls. Some are draining. Dark. Others are healthy and normal. Some are more vibrant than others. This whole place is just thriving with a healthy aura, pulsating with nothing but hope and fascination. It's refreshing to see a college with an aura that's so inviting. Which means the people must be just as friendly.

I can feel the hope in my own core forming as I grin to myself. Adjusting my grasp on my suitcases, I eagerly walk up the steps in search for my new dorm. I already have completed my registration as well as other forms needed, with Jazz's help on some of them. Most papers they gave me are folded into a neat blue folder in my book bag- such papers include a map, schedule, and even a handbook. Though there's heavier stuff they gave me too such as many text books and other reading material. I almost have to use some of my ghostly strength just to carry all of that plus my own personal suitcases (which are a hefty three to four ranging in sizes). But at least I convinced Jazz to not fly all the way here with me just to see me off to college. That would be… embarrassing… to say the least.

I'm half way to the college doors when I notice something falls behind me, making me groan when I realize how hard it will be to pick just that one piece of paper without dropping everything. I could always use my powers easily enough, but telekinesis is a work in progress with me and I don't feel like making an invisible duplicate just for one lousy paper. Thankfully, my saving grace comes in the form of a nearby student. He picks up the paper carefully before handing it to me, placing it between the two fingers I hold out with a small smile.

"Don't think I've seen you around here before, must be new."

Something about him reminds me of Tucker. He has the same aura as him. That type of aura that says I'm particular about my things and people better not mess up my groove. I give him a small friendly smile, shrugging my shoulders the best I can,

"Is it the bags or my overly eager smile that gives it away? Name's Danny, by the way. Danny Fenton. And yes, I'm new- I'm actually trying to find my dorm. A605?"

I add a bit of a pleading tone to my voice, hoping maybe he'll help me out. It's not like the map in my bag is easy to get to. But he just laughs a bit, shaking his shoulders as he does so,

"Sorry, I don't mean to laugh at you, per say. But the dorm building is all the way on the other side of the campus, this is the main building…. And what a way to meet my new roommate."

He gives me a slightly sly grin. New roommate? I stare at him blankly for a moment before it clicks in my mind. Oh yeah. I forgot all about that. The papers did mention I would have a roommate. What's his name again? I click my tongue slightly before I go to speak, his name suddenly coming back to my mind, but he cuts me off before I get a chance to say his name.

"Yeah, look, it kinda feels weird when people call me by my real name thanks to Fred so everyone just calls me Wasabi."

Wasabi? Strange nickname. But then again, half of Amity Park knew me as Invsiobill so I don't really have room to talk. I furrow my brows for a moment before just nodding, figuring if that's what he wants to be called than Wasabi it is then. He seems a bit relieved that I don't question the nickname and before I can protest, he has two of my bags in his arms,

"Well since we're going to be roommates, I may as well help you out. Come on, the dorms are this way."

At least I have a nice, friendly roommate (dorm mate?). I'm still smiling as I follow him eagerly through the courtyard toward one of the large extra buildings off to the side. Just like the main area, it's huge with many windows and plenty of room to house its students. I like the aura of this one a lot better than the aura of the main building. It just gives off a homey feeling. So many students house here so that's reasonable. Makes me feel so much more at ease, that's for sure.

Wasabi eagerly leads me through the building, occasionally saying hi to people we pass, before we finally reach dorm A605. He opens the door a bit dramatically, declaring a large welcome as we enter. My eyes wonder around the room. It's a fairly large size, which is to be expected since SFIT is such a high-profile college. I would honestly have been surprised if the dorms weren't up to par. Nice, solid tiled floors that are going to make me prone to slipping but it does look rather nice. Sleek walls. A large window covered with a pretty heavy curtain made to keep out the light. Or maybe it's just for privacy reasons. Two twin-sized beds, two desks, one large walk-in closet, two dressers. A standard basic set up. I nod a bit in approval, happy with the way it's all set up- even if it means sharing a closet with Wasabi, I doubt we'll have any issues. Plus if all else fails, I'll find a way to fit everything in the dresser…. Though the idea that this means there's a large shared bathroom for the whole floor makes me want to vomit. Not that I don't mind, per say, but I don't want anyone seeing anything they shouldn't. Namely the large scars that I have from the Battle of Amity. Burn scars. Incisions. Stab wounds. Ectoplasm-related injuries. I have it all. And I don't want just anyone seeing that and asking me all sorts of questions that the only answer I recall have is uh experiment gone wrong? Which, technically, is a legitimate excuse considering this is a college for people doing all sorts of experiments and inventing. There's bound to be a few accidents every now and then, hopefully nonfatal ones.

It seems like Wasabi has claimed the bed far off to the right, farther from the windows and the door. A quick observation of his side of the room tells me he's a fairly neat person. Not a single thing looks messy or out of place. Not even a stray paper. All pens and pencils are put up in their proper place. All of his blueprints are neatly rolled up and in a nice stack beside his desk. Even his bed looks something from a sterile hospital- fresh, tightly tucked in, pure white. It's so clean and fresh that for a moment, I wonder if I'm the best roommate for him since I tend to lean toward the more messier side of things. Not that I do it on purpose. Things just tend to… spread out.

Wasabi and I both set my suitcases on the free bed with a grin.

"So what do you think," Wasabi asks, gesturing toward the room, "Is it okay I took that bed? Last year, I got the bed by the door and couldn't sleep at all. Kept thinking someone was going to break in. My roommate moved out half way through the year as a result."

He scratches at the back of his neck a bit sheepishly with an embarrassed look on his face. I smile at him, trying to let my peaceful aura flow to make him a bit more relaxed.

"It's fine," I reassure him, "I actually like the bed near the door and window. Keeps me alert."

I wink, causing him to laugh as he shakes his head, quickly going toward his own little section of the room to work on whatever it is he needs to work on. Shaking my own head slightly, I turn my focus on my section of the room. It looks pretty empty since I have yet to personalize it. It won't take too long though. I waste no time unzipping my suitcases and unpacking away. Blueprints get taped and thumb tacked the wall- or at least blueprints I don't mind showing anyway, ones for the portal and a few others are rolled carefully and put beside my new desk. Pens, pencils, notebooks and other things like that are put in a desk drawer or left on the desk top. The thermos (and a few other things) gets shoved into a drawer of the desk that I plan on securing later on with tech so it's harder to get to. Picture frames of my family and friends are put up on a shelf. Clothes go in the dresser and since I didn't really bring much in the clothing department, I'm able to fit all of it into the dresser which saves me the stress of sharing a closet with Wasabi. Something tells me the guy wouldn't be too fond my habit of just shoving things in the closet. It takes a while to put up a few posters of the night sky on the ceiling above my bed with some other posters (Humpty Dumpty mostly) and covering my bed in sheets/blankets/comforter that resembles the stars in the sky. Finally, after putting my laptop on my bed and shoving my suitcases under the bed, I'm done.

I look at my finished product with a bit of pride. Now it looks like I live here. Which is good. Makes it a lot like home. Makes it more me. From the corner of my eyes, I see Wasabi pause from writing in his notebook to look over toward my section of the room. His eyes scan over everything and he only seems mildly irritated that I didn't put the posters in any sort of pattern, they're all just taped randomly on the wall with the blueprints. As soon as his eyes hit the blueprints, I can see the curiosity spark in his eyes as he gets up to walk over.

"Just what are you planning on building," he mutters just a bit, his eyes scanning the RV blueprint on the wall, "Is it some sort of tank? Military vehicle?"

Technically it can be a military vehicle. Though the idea of the Guys in White (though they have disbanded after the Battle) using the RV makes me want to vomit. Thankfully I'm saved from answering as both our stomachs growl a bit louder, causing us both to laugh as we realize it's about time for lunch.

"Come on," Wasabi gestures for me to follow him, "I'll take you down to the cafeteria and afterward I can show you where the lab is that you'll be using. Thankfully, it's the same lab room as me so it's not like it'll be out of my way or anything. Or unluckily if you don't want to spend so much time with me, but you strike me more as a loner type of guy so you don't have to worry about me bothering you. I tend to stick to myself too. Well sort of. I do have friends in that lab so we do talk to each other a lot, but- I'm babbling again aren't I? You know you can just hit my when I do that. That's what GoGo does."

We're already half way down the hall and almost out of the dorming building when he mentions GoGo. I quirk an eyebrow at the name, causing him to flush as he tries to find a good explanation,

"It's… It's all Fred's fault. He gives everyone nicknames and for some reason, they just stick. I'm Wasabi. She's GoGo. Another one of my friends is Honey Lemon. Strangely, he hasn't given Tadashi a nickname yet but I think that's just because Tadashi doesn't make a fool out of himself like the rest of us. If you want, I can introduce you to them when we get to the lab. I'm sure you'll like them and I just know they'll like you. Even if you have the whole loner vibe-"

He gestures toward my whole body. I understand. I don't exactly dress like most of the people here seem to dress. I mean really, here I am in a sea of science nerds with a leather jacket and a dark shirt. Not to mention that there's not really many people I've seen that walk around with their hair dyed two different colors (though there are a few who have a more darker look to them). Man, it was so hard to dye my hair in human form and make it change in ghost form. With it cut to an undercut that's a lot shorter on the sides and more up top made it easier to dye though. With the shorter sides and back of my head as my normal raven color, the top scruff is pitch white like snow. The pros of dying with my 'specially made' hair dye means that my hair in ghost form is the same as it is in this form. Really though. I can't stress how hard it is to mix hair color dye with ectoplasm so it stays in both forms and I don't just phase it off. I managed to dye it just before the Battle. If Sam wasn't interested in hair styling at that time, I doubt I would have been able to do it without her help.

"-you do remind me a bit of Tadashi so if anything, you two will get along."

Huh. I wonder what this Tadashi is like then. I muse a bit to myself, mulling over the various possibilities of who this Tadashi could be, but I get a bit distracted as I realize we've already made it to the cafeteria. It's larger than a normal cafeteria, thank goodness for that because this place seems to hold a lot of students. Each one must be brilliant in their own way. Though I'm a bit wary of the guy in the dragon-like suit that's spinning a sign in the corner.

I tap Wasabi on the shoulder and point toward the dragon suit guy,

"Is… Is he a student?"

"Technically speaking," Wasabi drags it out just a bit, before cutting it short, "No. But he is a friend. Hey Fred!"

He waves toward the sign spinning guy, who stops just briefly enough to wave back before returning back to spinning the sign; as much as I hate to admit it, he seems to be really good at what he's doing. So that's Fred, huh? Suddenly the nicknames make a bit more sense. Fred doesn't really seem like a normal guy. Then again I'm one to talk. Shaking my head, I join Wasabi in line and it's not long before we have some lunch at a nearby empty table to ourselves.

"So Danny," Wasabi speaks up, "Where did you live before you moved here? You don't seem like a native to San Fransokyo. No offense."

I wave the comment off, swallowing a bit of food before replying,

"None taken. I actually lived in this small town in Illinois for a long time, it was where I was born. And I do mean really small. Like we were barely on the map. But I moved here form New York, where I lived for a few months until now. Left back some friends there that where also from Illinois. As well as some family."

Wasabi nods, taking the information in. I'm careful to not spill to much information, but he's just being friendly and really, it would be nice to have a friend here. As much as I love Sam and even Dash (whose improved since the Battle), I do need more friends. While I'm here anyway. Doesn't mean I'll be spilling any deep dark secrets anytime soon.

"Family, huh," Wasabi prods just a bit, "I don't really have much of a family myself, but my friends have become my family so it's not so bad."

I laugh a bit, shaking my shoulders,

"I know what you mean. For a long time, my friends were a part of my family just as my actual family. My parents died a few years ago, but I still have one sister. She's a lot older and already finished with college- she's a Harvard girl. Got her degree in psychology and everything. Though now she wants to try going for a law degree. She's a pretty good psychologist so she has the money for it right now at least. But her plus my cousin and our very strange dog make an interesting family."

Pft. Cousin. I hate using that word when I talk about Ellie, but there's not many people who would be understanding of me having an already two year old daughter when I'm only nineteen myself. Jazz is at least very supportive of it- helping pay for child supplies including toys and clothes. Personally, I just think that because she can't have kids of her own (a sort of ovary problem that I forget the name of), she's thrilled to have a little niece to dot on. Now that I think about it, Jazz is probably spoiling her as I speak.

Wasabi laughs in understanding. Judging from the fact that Fred is one of the friends in his little 'family', I bet he has a pretty strange family too. Though I doubt it's as strange as a halfa with PTSD and probably a few other mental illnesses (aka myself), a half ghost daughter that was literally born in a test tube with the DNA of myself and an ex-but-now-dead-girlfriend (Ellie), an overbearing older sister with protective issues (Jazz), and ghostly guard dog (Cujo). Don't even get me started on Ellie's ghost training either. The girl's a menace to train.


Wasabi leads me straight to one of the many labs of the college. This lab in particular is labeled Lab A-7 and judging from what Wasabi told me on the way here, is shared by himself, his friends (Honey Lemon, GoGo, Tadashi and more or less, Fred), and a few other people. Now that group also includes me of course. As we enter the lab, I feel the excitement bubbling up inside of me as it really sets in that I'm here. I'm going to do this. Going to invent. Going to help people. I feel like I could just scream from sheer excitement alone.

The lab is just as big as I imagined it would be, maybe even more so actually. It's all split up a bit evenly, diving people's work space while still leaving a lot of neutral area for people to wonder. That makes sense. I mean not everyone's inventions are going to be very safe, so it's best for people to avoid other's work space unless necessary. There's so much to take in though. Metals everywhere- lots of it scrap pieces laying in the neutral ground. Old wrinkled blueprints. Black blueprint paper in a stack off to the side for anyone who needs it- as well as pencils and a few other basic materials including a form that I suspect is to fill out for any needed materials for your project. Everywhere I look, I see people working on their own projects. There's even one guy who has some sort of hovercraft-like boots on a cat. Heh. Flying cat.

"Pretty cool, isn't it," Wasabi comments, looking around a bit himself, "My area is all the way over there, but your area will be that space back there. If you need something, feel free to come get me unless you want your space that is and I don't want to bother you sooo..."

He trails off slightly, but my eyes go back and forth between his area and mine. His area is filled with what seems to be some sort of plasma-powered device. A type of laser maybe? Plasma laser? That'd be pretty cool. Then I look toward my space. There's a few things already in it, stuff that I asked Callaghan to provide for me to get started. Most of it is metal and metal wielders and tools on a table. Aside from that, it's rather an empty space that leaves me lots of room to work. It's in the back of the lab so I suspect I won't bother too many people when I wield the metals. Or when I play some music while I work. Though I have a feeling if anyone ever has a problem that they'd let me know- that thought causes me to glance briefly toward the dark-looking girl working on some sort of bike. She has a gothic feel to her, a lot like Sam actually. At least I'm not the only one who likes darker colors and leather. But when she glances toward me, I yelp at the dead glare causing Wasabi to laugh as he pats me on the back.

"Don't let GoGo scare you. She's really not that bad."

Oh. So that's GoGo then. One of the other members of Wasabi's little group. Her aura reminds me a lot of Sam as well. A strong, fierce aura that tells me that she won't be anyone's doormat. Though there's a softness to it that suggests she has a softer side to her. She looks up at Wasabi's comment, revealing more defined eyes that suggest Korean or some other similar relation.

"Others may disagree with you," GoGo chimes in as she pops her bubble gum.

Her voice is a bit flat and slightly fierce. A type of don't mess with me I don't have time for bullshit tone. She eyes me up and down for a moment but I stand my ground. As intimidating as she is, I have faced worst. Dan. Vlad. Countless other ghosts. I match her stare easily and I seem to pass her test as she gives me a nod of approval before returning back to her work without giving me another glance. Well. At least I'm apparently on her good side.

"Not often she approves of someone so quick," Wasabi muses slightly, "You must be a good one. But either way, that's GoGo. And that over there is Honey Lemon."

I follow his gaze toward what seems to be a very hyperactive, friendly girl. Long sunny hair that probably gave her the nickname Honey Lemon in the first place. Though she does seem to be pretty sweet like honey too if her smile is anything to go by. She's practically dancing around in her work area, picking up this and that, mixing that and this. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she wears necessary protective equipment that's to be expected if one works with chemicals. Such protective equipment doesn't really do much for me now- apparently my ghostly status makes it harder for chemicals to actually have an affect on me.

It takes a moment, but she does eventually notice Wasabi and I staring at her, causing her grin to grow as she pulls out her earbuds.

"Hello Wasabi," she greets cheerfully with a wave, "Whose that with you?"

She practically skips her way over to us, making sure to take off her glasses, gloves and apron before she leaves her area. Her gaze is on me, but to her credit, she doesn't seem fazed by my colored hair or dark clothes. She just continues to smile as she sticks her hand out toward me. When I grasp it in my own for a handshake, I feel like she's trying to tear my arm off with how enthusiastically she shakes it,

"It's so nice to meet you! Everyone around here calls me Honey Lemon! What's your name? Are you the new student?"

It takes a while before I'm able to wrench my hand free of her grasp, looking briefly toward Wasabi for help, but he just shakes his head. But she's so small. Tall, yes, but there's no visible muscle. Just where does she get that strength from anyway?

"Uhh yeah," I finally speak up, "Danny Fenton and it's nice to meet you."

She looks like she's about to say something else, but she doesn't get the chance to as yet another person comes up to me. Probably the last member of Wasabi's group that I haven't met (aside from Fred that is).

"Danny Fenton, huh? Welcome to SFIT. I'm Tadashi and I look forward to getting to know you. I think I saw you in the cafeteria earlier? Is Wasabi showing you around?"

Ah so this is the Tadashi Wasabi told me about. I guess we are a bit similar in appearances, though he's easily taller than I am, I'm at least more toned and muscular. He's pretty lean. Cute, friendly face though. Dark hair and eyes. I resist the urge to whistle a bit at his appearance because I have to admit, the nerdy look really works for him. I can picture him in large black glasses reciting the entire periodic table as well as facts of the different elements and different mathematical equations. He would make that look cool. As cute as he is, it's his aura that grabs my attention the most. The most friendly, welcoming aura that I have encountered yet in anyone. Not as protective as my own aura, but it sure is close. It tells of a loyal, family man. A guy who likes to help others.

I nod a bit in approval and agreement, eying him over in a way that he doesn't really notice, but a glance toward Wasabi and Honey Lemon tell me that they noticed. They share a type of are you thinking what I'm thinking glance as they look between Tadashi and I. Even GoGo has stopped working to look at me briefly with an amused expression before turning back to her work. Judging from their looks, they can see there's a bit more than just a typical curious look in my eyes. Catching Wasabi and Honey Lemon's eyes, I wink, confirming their suspicions of my sexuality. Or at least of my attraction to Tadashi anyway. Because technically speaking, I'm more pansexual than homosexual. I find attraction in any sex or gender, or even species really. I still remember how flustered I made Ghostwriter after I apologized for ruining his book. He didn't talk to me for weeks because he was so embarrassed.

Not to say that I'm really attracted to Tadashi. I just happen to notice that he's an attractive, obviously friendly and nice guy. There's nothing wrong with that and admiring the view. But making other people fluster and uncomfortable is my specialty as well as a good laugh.

My wink causes Wasabi to blush as he quickly looks away as Honey Lemon giggles, though there's a faint blush on her face as well. Tadashi looks mildly confused, but he doesn't seem to catch on what's going on. Heh. This is going to fun. I mean, I'm pretty oblivious myself, but if this guy is as oblivious as I am when it comes to noticing come ons, this is going to be so much fun to mess with.

"Yeah," I finally vocalize an answer, "Wasabi is actually my new dorm mate. Or rather I'm his new dorm mate. He's a pretty decent guy, then again a lot of people here seem so friendly and welcoming that I doubt there's a single bad guy here."

Tadashi laughs at my statement, shaking his shoulders in it,

"I hope not. If there is, I have yet to meet them, that's for sure. I see you already met the rest of our little gang," he gestures toward GoGo and Honey Lemon, "And I think Fred should be here soon. He usually comes just after lunch time, claims that we have the best food he knows. Though I encourage you to branch out and find the friends you like, I mean there's a lot of interesting people here to get to know and there's a lot of different clubs too. I think the robotics club is looking for some more members if you're into that. There's also a dimensional theory club. Though they're more theories based on facts rather than all facts. But if that's your thing, go for it."

Judging from his tone, he's less enthusiastic about the dimensional theory club than the robotics club. Figures. He strikes me more of a robot type of guy than a theory guy. I even see GoGo roll her eyes at the mention of the club so for a brief moment, I wonder if she just doesn't favor the club or if the club has done something that's frowned upon at the college. But none of the auras suggest the latter so I have faith in the club's credibility.

I muse for a moment. A dimensional theory club sounds right up my ally, especially since I'm planning on doing a portal to another dimension. Not just any dimension though. The Ghost Zone. The world completely parallel to ours. I may even make portals to other alternative realities in the future. Who knows what the future holds? I grin a bit to myself, clasping my hands,

"A dimensional theory club sounds pretty fun."

The grin on my face is almost predatory. Oh I'm going to have so much fun messing with my clubmates' heads. If I get in that is. I'm hopeful that I will and I doubt that I won't get accepted into the club considering I already do have several papers on the subject of dimensional rifts and alternative realities. Such papers that got even Callaghan himself interested. It's because of those papers that he even gave me a chance to do a project to get into the school. Though as to why a man like him is even interested in dimensional theories, I'm not entirely sure. Maybe he's just trying to expand his field? I mean he has done robotics for a long time so I suspect that he would want to broaden his field eventually.

Tadashi's smile falters for a brief moment when I say that I'd rather go into dimensional theory than robotics. Ah well. Can't please everyone I guess. To his credit, he does recover quickly and the smile easily returns to his face,

"Well in that case, you'll want to talk to Christine Bachmeier, being the club leader she's the usually the one to decide who gets in the club and who gets kicked out. You can probably find her in the courtyard if you ask around."

Christine Bachmeier. I file the name away for later use. I will have to find her and hopefully get on her good side so I can be in the club. The name sounds vaguely of German descend. I shouldn't have too much trouble finding her, but there's so many students at this school I may run into some difficulty.

"Just look for the chick that has lots of piercings and a butterfly tattoo," Wasabi throws in.

I nod, remembering that for later as well. It's helpful information so I don't have to keep asking around if anyone knows where she is or ask what she even looks like. At least with a description, it will be easier to find her. Before we continue our conversation of the club and its leader, we're interrupted (again) by the same guy in a dinosaur suit that I saw earlier. Fred. He just strolls in a bit loudly, proclaiming that he has had a long day, and slips out of his suit to reveal normal casual clothing before he plops down on a nearby beanbag chair with ease. Something about him reminds me of Shaggy from Scooby-Doo, probably because of his clothes and slightly longer blonde hair.

"You will not believe the long day I had," Fred speaks as if he doesn't even notice me, "I'm telling you some people are really crazy. And I know crazy."

I hear GoGo mutter something about Fred being crazy himself, but Fred doesn't even hear the comment as he just takes out a bag of chips from under the bean bag chair. I quirk an eyebrow at the others, but they all shrug as if they gave up trying to understand Fred's behavior/thinking. I'm sure Jazz would be in seventh heaven if she had a session with him. Being the psychologist she is, she still loves analyzing people's behaviors and personality traits. I'll have to remember to introduce him to Jazz if I ever get the chance. If anything so I'm not the one stuck being Jazz's guinea pig for once.

Fred still hasn't noticed me. He isn't really paying attention to anything or anyone else as his eyes are focused directly on his comic book. At least it's not an issue of Inviso-Bill. I still don't know how they legally made that comic of me when I never signed any consent forms. Quietly, I hover around him, leaning over his shoulder to see the comic's pages.

"What comic are you reading," I ask curiously, but my voice causes him to yelp as he jumps out of the bean bag chair.

Fred is gasping for his breath as he dramatically clutches his heart. Wasabi and GoGo laugh at him openly. Even Honey Lemon and Tadashi are chuckling a bit to themselves. Wasabi comes to the rescue, clasping his hand on my shoulder,

"Fred, meet Danny. He's my new dorm mate and the new student here at SFIT. Danny, meet Fred."

Fred sticks his hand out toward me with an easy going grin, easily over the fact that I just scared the crap out of him,

"Nice to meet you, Danny dude. I'm Fred. Genius of all things superhero, not so much a genius with anything else."

He shakes my hand before pulling away. The carefree smile never falters on his face. Wow. Not only does he vaguely look like Shaggy, but apparently he has the same carefree, laid back attitude. It's pretty clear he's a bit of a fanboy when it comes to superheroes. If he finds out I'm from Amity Park, then there's no doubt he'll question me about Phantom/Inviso-Bill. I don't think he'll connect the dots between Phantom and I, but if the others get in on it? I'm at a college full of geniuses, one of them is bound to make the connection if they look.

Guess I'll just have to be careful then.