"Look, I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S BEEN THE SAME FOR OVER 50 YEARS!" The goth stood up and yelled at the ghost, ignoring that she was towering over her. By now, the entire canteen of children was struck silent for a moment, only to be filled with screams and the sound of students running out the doors. All students and teachers with the exception of Danny, Tucker and Sam.
Danny rummaged through his bag hurriedly, looking for something to fend off the ghost.
A thermos.
A wristband...
A sringe...
But nothing useful that might work in his eyes. He looked around for the most useful projectile in his eyes and snitched a butcher's knife.
He barely pulled it out when he had to dodge a bunch of plates that were whirled in his direction, ducking, and swinging in the direction of where it came from, he realised that Sam and the ghost were yelling at each other, with Sam winning the logical arguement, and the other winning the physical fight.
Danny pushed her to the side as a dish nearly hit her head, sending a few clangs and the sound of breaking porcelain against the wall.
"Alright then, no logic with her." She crossed her arms and spat, pushing herself up with her elbows and rolled onto her back.
"Well, Less talking and more dodging!" The Techno geek not far behind them yelled.
A low hiss escaped from the raven haired boy's teeth. Keep your cool Danny. Besides, you hardly know how to fight. Yet.
"I control lunch! Lunch is sacred! Lunch has rules!" The poltergeist announced proudly. She seemed to open her mouth to say more but was interrupted by Danny.
"SO DO I! AND MINE IS NOT TO INTERRUPT ME WHEN I'M DOING THINGS!" He growled and threw a tomato he found not far away up the the air and hit it like a cricket ball, in the direction of the specter.
She phased through it and stared at him blankly, clearly unamused.
Looking shocked at it's uselessness he held the knife up and using this projectile, charged at the enemy. Hitting her as hard as he could, using the blunt side of the knife, it miraculously flung her and she hit the wall opposite.
"It worked!" He exclaimed and grinned from ear to ear. "I think I can join the school baseball team hmm?" He turned to his friends and raised an eyebrow.
"Nope." They deadpanned, looking at his scrawny figure and grabbing their own weapons as the Lunch Lady came back, clearly more furious than before.
A second pile of dishes was flying towards Tucker in a wave and despite being able to push him out of the way, with the familiar clanging in the background, one flying saucer hit his arm and felt a sharp numbness in his left arm.
A first wave of pain. It grew. It was like something had cut through his arm, yet pieces were still wedged between his skin. He tried to move his arm but was shocked by the numbness. At that moment, he felt nothing at first, but fear. Danny's face scraped along broken shards of porcelain and pushed himself up with his other arm, now sitting upright and glaring at the ghost in his presence.
Danny rocked himself back and forth to release the remembered pain. IF they planned on defeating the Lunch Lady, they needed a new plan. The trio had had no time to think of anything truly useful whatsoever when she came in and everyone ran out of the school.
"DANNY!" Both children gasped as they ran to his side.
"This is what I get for thinking as an individual? Do you even have a CONSIENCE?" The goth growled as she glared at the Lunch Lady, half in anger, half in sorrow.
Just then, a loud crash was heard not far away and the lights turned out. Turning to look for the cause, two lockers opened up, causing school supplies to fly out and swirl around the ghost, pieces of meat attached themselves to her and she was completely covered.
Only the bright green menacing eyes were seen.
"Run?" Danny turned to the other two and raised an eyebrow, wincing at the pain.
"Run." They nodded and ran to the nearest door after grabbing Danny's bag. It was blocked by a pile of meat that was sent whirling towards it, blocking their exit.
Tucker pulled out the Thermos from the bag and a small gun like gadget.
"You think this might work?" He tilted his head and turned to the raven haired boy.
"How would I know? I only made it last night!" Danny frowned and brought his right arm to his left, trying to minimise the pain.
"Oh wow. At this rate, you might out-tech Tuck!" Sam chuckled nervously and grabbed the gun from the Techno-geek's hands.
"Hey!"
"Alright. Danny. How does this work?" She frowned and glanced at him.
"Well, if it's charged with enough botoranium, if my parent's notes were correct, if you aimed it at a ghost, it would destroy the ectoplasm which she's made of!" He nodded. "I think right now it has just enough to knock her out... I think."
"You think?" Tucker raised an eyebrow and nudged Sam. "Well, HURRY then!"
Pointing the ray at the entity, a familiar whirring sound was heard.
The children ran.
Sam and Tucker were standing outside the house which the Haydens lived. Danny had been living there for about a week and let's say that after the meat incident, things got a bit complicated.
The door opened to show a lady with fair skin, bright blue eyes and ink black hair who seemed to be in her 30's, wearing a beanie, a crocheted sweater, and was looking at the two children hesitantly. The foster home had tried to fit the children with parents who looked the most similar to them.
"You aren't Jeplins are you?" She squinted her eyes suspiciously, ready to slam the door any moment.
Jeplins. Ah yes, the group of children who were overly susperstitious. A cult group. No one cared about them and said it was simply child's play and that they would grow up eventually, until the Casper High incident. Everyone knew how Daniel Fenton was sent to the hospital and had a skin deep laceration on his left arm, elbow downwards. Tucker had avoided the place so they had to bring Danny to the doorstep of the Hospital and call from the outside for half an hour for a doctor to come out. People now knew ghosts existed, and didn't want their children to have anything at all to do with them. Most of all, The Haydens and Mansons.
Then came along the 'Witch of the well'.
Some kids sneaked out in the middle of the night, some Jeplins, and thought they'd perform some ritual at the well. The poor unfortunate children found a dusty old book from the back of the library on rituals and superstitions and borrowed it. There was the rumor that if you held a candle up to the well and chanted a said phrase, you would summon the ghost. If the ghost came, it would grant you a wish, ANY wish. Most of all, any wish you ever made or will make.
The kids came running home, screaming their lungs out and one of the 6 kids didn't come back.
One went to the hospital.
One went to a Phychiatrist.
One died a day after.
And the last two? They were diagnosed with Schizophrenia.
Danny, being one of the kids who believed so strongly in ghosts, and was injured, had gotten a few lectures from his foster parents (and Jazz) about the company he was with. He was not to spend time with any of the Jeplins, and most importantly, had a curfew. Never to go anywhere else except school and home until the police had found the missing child.
Even then he'd still have the curfew. The trio had discussed investigating while telling the Haydens' that he'd come home safe. Well, by telling the Haydens they were going to Nasty Burger on the weekend because of the 'Funday Sunday's.
After all, the faster the girl was found, the faster Danny could get out of the fixed route of school and home. A Fixed route of getting bullied for being soft and hurt by a 'useless little ghost', and getting lectures form his 'parents', and arguments about complaining to the school principal about firing Mr. Lancer for not taking care of his class students properly.
Mr and Mrs. Hayden, Pamela Manson and Jeremy Manson, had went straight up to the school principal and demanded a chance to talk to the poor literature teacher. When thy were denied the chance, they went straight up to the school board to talk about it, causing Lancer to be placed on work probation.
"We're Danny's friends." They chorused. Looking at each other briefly to exchange a startled 'Jinx'
"YOU OWE ME A SODA." The boy shouted, leaving the older woman to jump with shock.
The goth glared at the techno geek and turned back to the woman.
Just then, a rather held up Fenton came over with his huge bag on his back and a light blue cast on his left arm. He wore a pair of thin framed glasses and a red sweater. He walked over with a pout on his face and sighed when he saw Tucker opened his mouth to speak.
"Let's not talk about my this, until later."
The boy shut his mouth sheepishly and raised an eyebrow, holding back a snicker.
"Mrs- erm, I mean Mom? These are my friends." The raven haired boy walked out and gestured to the two. "Don't worry. They aren't Jeplins, we're just going out. They don't even believe in ghosts!" He rolled his eyes and tugged at the sweater, looking at Tucker expectantly to back him up.
"Yeah! I mean, ghosts? Really? One little accident can't mean that our school is haunted right?" Tucker shrugged and the side of his lips tugged upwards slightly and chuckled nervously.
"It's just a passing fad, I'm sure it'll go away sooner or later." Sam added on abruptly.
"If you say so..." she sighed and flattened the boy's hair out, causing it to stick to his head.
~fade out~
A/N: Yep yep. I'm gonna get killed for injuring Danny.