I peek behind the corner at my parents. Before I could walk away, my mom grabbed me in a death grip. "Danny! You're okay! My precious boy!" I could feel Dad join in on the hug, followed shortly after by Jazz.

I try my best to escape the hug then remember my ghost powers. I phase through their grips and stare at them, too nervous to speak. My parents were caught off guard from me phasing through, but quickly recovered from the confusion. I stuttered"I-I guess I have a lot of explaining to do, huh?" I look down at the ground.

My dad took a deep breath."Danny, we've had 5 months to process this situation." He confessed. "And we've decided we love you no matter what"

My mom smiled at me and put her hands on my shoulders. "We're proud of what a brave young man you've become." With that statement, it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders.

I began to silently assess the situation. So, this is how I'm gonna look from now on I guess. Flaming hair, red eyes, and green skin as a ghost. White hair, pale skin, blue eyes as a human. And these dumb fangs that won't go away in either form! I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize my fangs were poking out.

My mom stares at me for a moment. "Danny, your fangs are poking out a bit; and when I say a bit I mean a lot."

"I bet I can fix that!" My dad chimed in as he pulls out a new drill looking invention with tiny robotic arms attached to it.

I flinch at the sight. "Erm, I think I'll pass! I like my teeth in my mouth!"

"But you just said th-"

I cut him off as I begin to back away."Trust me! I said nothing!" I back away so much that I trip over the coffee table.

He stares at me as I trip over the table. He looks back and forth between him and his invention. Then looks down, and sighs. "I'll never get to use this stupid thing" He pouts and goes down to the lab to put it away

I begin to stand back up, using the couch as leverage. "Oh, don't worry! Don't ask if I'm fine. Just move on. That's fine."

My dad begins yelling from downstairs, "Danny! Next time you catch a ghost, can you let me borrow it!?"

My mom sighs and glares in the general direction of the lab. Then she looks over at me. "Well, at least things are becoming normal again."

I scoff in a neutral manner. "Since when has our family been normal?"

She smirked at me softly. "It's as normal as you'll ever get." I receive a gentle pat on the back

My dad begins to yell from downstairs, "Oh! I got another invention! This one ummm…. I have no idea what it does actually, I just combined the portal gun, a Fenton Thermos, and this odd gear medallion I found in your room while you were asleep. Wanna try it!?" I could hear his heavy footsteps coming upstairs.

I tense up. Dad with time travel technology? We're screwed! I think of flying away, but I'm not fast enough. Here he is with that stupid invention. "Uh, Dad! That's not a good idea!"

Dad is holding a big Fenton Thermos with the medallion attached to the side as the button. He opens the thermos and points it as the tv. The suction luckily failed. "Ah shoot, what's wrong with this thing?" He looks inside the thermos and laughs. "Hey, Danny, look at this!"

I walk over and look inside to see myself as a child doing a silly dance. Dad picks up a random item that just so happens to be a very old gummy, and chucks it into the thermos. Little me picks it up and eats it.

I sigh at this. "I'm just going to go to my room now." I go upstairs quickly.

The following week I return to school with a fresh haircut and a beanie to cover it. I don't need anyone making the connection between Phantom and I. My fangs were bad enough, but manageable.

As I pass through the halls, I can hear people whispering about me. Rumors upon rumors about why I was gone so long. Not that it bothered me. Things certainly had returned to normal besides that. I still get wailed on by Dash, I still hang out with Sam and Tucker, and I'm still practically ignored in class. Why did things feel so different, though?

I shrugged off the thought and continue grabbing my things for class from my locker. A cold chill ran up my back and a puff of air came from my mouth. Ugh.. Not now! I haven't fought ghosts since I woke up. I'm not ready to hear the screams of fear from my new appearance.

A cry of "Beware!" broke me out of my thoughts. Perfect! An easy target. I could just go ghost, fight, and be done before the final bell for class! Right?

How wrong was I. After I ducked into my locker to change, I lost all control of my actions. I pounced on Box Ghost like a wild cat and began wailing on him. No hesitation whatsoever. When I was done with him, there were too many holes to count. I sucked him into the thermos and changed back.

Why was the room spinning? Or was it my head? I tried to ignore it. But when I bent down to grab my backpack, everything began to fade to black. I quickly stood up back up. Big mistake. I fell straight on my rear and held my head.

I guess Sam had been in to hallway and saw what happened because, next thing I knew, she was checking on me. "Danny? Danny! Are you okay?" I looked at her blankly for a moment then came to my senses.

"Y-yeah. I think so."

"What happened?" She helped me stand up and made sure I was stable enough to stand on my own.

I paused for a moment, still coming to grips with what happened myself. "Well, the Box Ghost came. I went ghost. Everything else is a bit hazy. I guess I got him, considering he isn't here."

She seemed to be thinking the same thing I was. "Why did you black out?"

"I have no idea." As I tried harder to recall the previous events, the room began to spin again.

"Maybe we should go to the nurse." I didn't reply and let her guide me there.