Chapter 2: Forgetting
Third POV
~December 14~

PART 1

DANNY FENTON GROANED, slamming his locker door shut, leaning against it. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, bags hanging under his eyes, as he tried to hide in the warm hood of his winter coat. The hood was suddenly grabbed and pulled down over his face, Danny stumbled, shaking his head as his hoodie fell off of his head. He stared, unimpressed, at his two laughing best friends.

Tucker Foley and Sam Manson- and despite how completely different the three were, they got along incredibly well.

"H-hey, g-guys," yawned Danny, stretching his arms, and grinning lazily at his best friends.

Tucker looked at him with sympathy. Sam rolled her eyes. "Another busy night?" she asked, shaking some of the soft snow out of her hair that had covered it like the stars at night.

Danny smiled softly at her, nodding tiredly, "Y-yeah."

Tucker whistled, "Too bad we don't have a snow day today, dude."

Sam grinned, which was unnatural for her. "Yeah, school's out after tomorrow. And can you believe it?" she asked, "It's almost Christmas!"

Danny groaned, slamming his head onto the locker door. "I still hate Christmas."

She glared at him, "I thought you learned your lesson last year."

"Of trying to ruin Christmas," he correcting in sing-song voice, his blue eyes shining sarcastically. "But Mom and Dad still haven't stopped arguing over Santa Clause."

His best friends shrugged, yet another cliche trio walking past them.

The one in the lead whipped their heavy hood off. A girl. She had dull, redwood brown eyes, inky black hair braided to the side, and a rather unnerving look in her eye. She appeared part Indian, her skin a smooth dark cocoa. Her shoulders were tense and ridged, her eyes constantly sweeping over her surroundings with narrowed eyes.

The next girl shook the snow out of her dark hair that fell in her face in waves.. She had pale skin and startling green eyes. She didn't seem to be the very competent type, she looked jittery and loaded with sugar and uneasy nerves.

And the last had surfer blond hair stuffed inside a red beanie and dark brown eyes. His hair that wasn't under his beanie was windswept from the bitter wind, his nose was bright red from the freezing weather. His eyes flicked around the hallway nervously, glancing continously back and forth between the twogirls for comfort.

{A/N: In order- Atalanta Brave, Lou Ellen, and Wyatt Granson}

"Who the heck are they?" blinked Danny. Tucker and Sam stared at him like he was crazy, "What?"

Sam rolled her eyes, "Atalanta, Lou, and Wyatt."

"Why are they starting school now?"

They gave him more odd lucks and Tucker shook his head, "Dude, they've been here since the beginning of this school year."

"No, they haven't," he protested, furrowing his eyebrows.

But even as he said it, Danny was racking his mind. He remembered nothing of three new students this year, at least not freshman. They looked like they were his age, sophomores.

"Ugh, you okay, dude?" Tucker asked.

He scowled lightly, his eyes lingering on the spot where they had once been. "I'm fine."

Tucker and Sam exchanged glances. "Atalanta sits next to you in English, she's your partner for that Romeo and Juliet assignment." she said.

"No," Danny shook his head, staring at her, growing more confused by the minute. "You are."

Her eyebrows shot to her hairline, "I'm with Tucker."

He glanced from one best friend to another, they both looked like they were telling the truth. Danny may not be the most observant person, but he was pretty sure those three kids were new and something was seriously wrong here.

"Fine, then, what about the other two?"

"Lou is pretty cool-" started Sam.

"-Wyatt hogs all the ladies!" complained Tucker, she glared at him and he whimpered.

She rolled her eyes, turning back to Danny. "And Atalanta, well..."

Tucker shivered, "She's just scary..." he trailed of wryly.

"Nope," he stated bluntly. "Not ringing any bells."

Hi sbest friends glanced to each other, shrugging nonchalantly, but the bell interrupted them before they could continue their conversation.

DANNY WISHED TUCKER and Sam were lying or playing some trick on him.

However, his luck was known for not being the greatest.

The three walked through the door, sliding into empty seats, and the ghost boy watched them suspiciously, eyes narrowed; Why was it always a trio? Mr. Lancer sat down on his desk, pointing at the bellwork on the board like it explained life's answers.

His blue eyes traced over the board, the question felt numb on his mind. Students around him scribbled down the answers into their composition tablets, quietly exchanging their answers. A frown dug into his face.

Everyone remembered those three except for him. Nothing was correct. He didn't receive a memory loss from a concussion, he hasn't hit his head in weeks.

Danny groaned, slumping deeper into his chair. Maybe Sam was right, ghost fighting really wasstarting to get to him.

He spaced out half-way through the lesson, resting his head in between his arms, and slowly drifting off into dreamland. He didn't even realize the bell had rung till Mr. Lancer slammed the yardstick onto his desk and shouted: "Daniel, get up, before I give you detention for sleeping in my class!"

Danny jumped, his blue eyes snapping open. "Y-yes, Mr. Lancer," he yawned, collecting his books. He looked around the class, empty. Oh, yeah, passing time. "Well, bye!" he shouted, darting out of the room.

Lancer sighed, shaking his head.

Atalanta was wise, she understood the tides of danger and that there was no possible chance of them leaving Amity Park with Daniel Fenton. That's not how a half-blood's life worked.

There was something different about this town, though- and she didn't like it.

Lou was in control of the Mist here and she saw no monsters. Just lazy mortals who only have to worry about homework and social status.

Unless... Her brain internally groaned, there was a creature who could control the Mist, even against demigods...

Styx! she thought, complaining loudly in her subconscious. They would have to complete this mission a lot sooner than they had thought they would. She wasn't exactly holding high hopes for getting this demigod to camp...

Why had she agreed to this again?

Right, Wyatt.. He's too adorable to say no to... She shook her head in an attempt to ride her mind of the thoughts.

Then again, they were in a ghost infested town, and where there are ghosts, there are obsessed ghost hunters.

She nibbled her lip as she walked, she had heard on the news a long time ago about a pair of ghost hunters: The Fentons. Maybe they would be of some help?

Wyatt wasn't the smartest lot in the bunch, but he did have enough common sense. And yet, when it came to monsters, he was practically hopeless. He had only been in the Greek mythology business for a few months, in fact- come to think of it, he never actually fought a monster on his own.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't his best idea to volunteer for this thing.

Part 2

Atalanta leaned into the uncomfortable chair behind the desk as a teacher yapped on about the lesson. She stared at the desk, her mind trying to place the details she saw of Danny Fenton into a godly parent category. When you learn to fight more with weapons over the years, you begin to observe and see more than the average person.

Fenton was built to lanky and skinny to be a sibling of hers, he wasn't nearly as intimidating. Children of Athena all had grey eyes, but his were blue: bluer than the ocean, bluer than the sky, bluer than paint and everything blue. Descendants of Demeter tended to have a certain peace to them, but he didn't seem like the flower boy type. His hands were far to nimble and small to belong to a child of Hephaestus. Aphrodite kids tended to have extravagant physical features, Daniel's eyes certainly could fit under that category. If all else failed, he would probably be a child of Hermes or a minor god, but Nico had talked about him too powerfully for that. A child of the Big Three was unlikely, but then again the gods weren't well-known for having the greatest self-control.

Not to mention that ooks were deceiving. Your own features and characteristics were not defined by your godly parent.

She herself didn't look or act much like an Ares child.

When you imagine a child of the war god, you imagined Clarisse: someone tall, large, brooding, short-tempered, and always picking fights. Atalanta herself was average height, her hair was too nice to be birthed from war, her shoulders were small, and she was quiet, preferring not boast of her strength. She was dangerous, though, yes- just in a different way. She was intimidating, her gaze withering, and she was aggressive and incredibly short-tempered if her buttons were punched correctly.

But despite how badly her siblings treated her, Camp Half-Blood was her home. Like many other demigods, it was their only home.

Lou jumped as the classroom door was suddenly flung open, and Danny slammed the door behind him. Panting wildly, leaning on his knees for breath. "S-so-orry I'm late," he gasped. His black hair dotted with white snow.

The Spanish teacher scowled and rolled her eyes, "Detention, Mr. Fenton."

The dark-haired boy groaned, sighing, and shaking the snow out of his dark hair and walked to the only empty seat right next to Lou Ellen. She laughed hysterically inwardly to herself for her horrible luck, now was the time to confirm he was a half-blood.

Lou scribbled down a note onto a piece of binder paper, slipping it to Danny.

Danny looked down at the note she had slipped him, something was strange about it; how she wrote it.

L: Do you have ADHD or dyslexia?

D: Yeah, both... What are you, my stalker?

L: I'm not a stalker!

She grumbled under her breath, shooting him a dirty glare.

D: Sure- you are.

L: Do you have both parents?

D: Yes.

Lou nibbled on the erase at the end of the pencil nervously.

L: You sure 'bout that?

D: Well... I have an older sister...

L: Is she hyperactive or dyslexic?

D: No, she's a genius if that's what you mean. Why are you even poking around in my personal life?

L: To make sure you don't get chopped into pieces by a monster.

D: O_o

L: ;)

"Mr. Fenton, Ms. Ellen!" shouted the Spanish teacher, snatching the paper up, "No passing notes during my class!"

"Give it back," pleaded Lou, green eyes droopy and upset.

She snarled, "I think not." Her eyes scanned over the paper, the Spanish teacher's eyes widened, "What language is this?!" she demanded, holding up the paper for the class to see, revealing a bunch of unknown characters. Ancient Greek.

Lou giggled under her breath in success, he had ADHD and dyslexia, enough to confirm he was a demigod. Except one problem: He has both parents. Unless his actual mortal parent remarried and didn't tell him.

Danny's eyes widened, he swallowed down the lump in his throat. He wrote in a language he didn't even know?!

The Spanish teacher straightened up, "I must say, I am impressed by your use of..." she scrunched her nose up, "ancient Greek?" she stared at them for a second, "I'll let you two off with a warning this time," she crumbled the note up and the bell for recess rung. "Class dismissed!"

Lou dumped her things in her bag and raced out the door. Her feet shifting in her boots as she ran, weaving through the hallways as people began to flood out of their classrooms. Her braid flew behind her as she searched for Wyatt and Atalanta.

"Um, Lou," said Wyatt wyrly. "No offense, but that makes no sense."

"That rhymes," grinned Lou. Her and the blond high-fived.

Atalanta sighed, shaking her head disapprovingly. "I find this all very odd and unlikely."

"Guys," Lou said, her eyes glowing with excitement, "he can read Greek and he has ADHD and dyslexia!"

The daughter of Ares crossed her arms, "That's not something to be proud of."

"Ok, so maybe he has both parents and an older sister," admitted Lou. "But his mortal parent could've remarried or had an affair and didn't tell him! I mean, when a foster family adopts a kid, they try to keep the fact that the kid's adopted a secret, right?"

"Ok, then," stated Atalanta, uncrossing her arms. "Let's say he is a half-blood. What then?"

"His parents are ghost hunters," supplied Wyatt.

She squinted at him, "Where did you get this information?"

"In the hallway."

She shook her head, turning away.

"-Who you gonna call?" Wyatt suddenly sang. He stared at Lou, pouting.

She grinned, "If there's something strange... in the neighborhood... Who you gonna call?"

"Someone else!" Wyatt whooped, he and Lou burst into hysterical laughter.

Atalanta turned away, sighing and shaking her head once more.

Danny hated the Box Ghost. He was the weakest ghost of his kind, but he always somehow knew shortcuts in the Ghost Zone that got him here quicker. If he heard that annoying cry one more time-

"I am the Box Ghost!" cried the ghost in blue overalls, "Prepare for my destruction using my four-sided cardboard containers with bubble wrap!" he screamed. The Box Ghost hummed, "I think I'm forgetting something... Oh, yeah!" he cleared his throat, "BEWARE!"

Danny as Phantom floated above Casper High. He sighed, face palming, "Why can't the Christmas truce take place all year?" he asked to nobody in particular.

"Because then it would not be Christmas!" the Box Ghost cried.

He sighed, "Boxy, go home."

"I-"

"Go home," he stated bluntly, crossing his arms. "I'm really sick of this."

"Nobody is-"

"Oh, go perite!" he scowled to himself.

The Box Ghost blinked, "Ugh, what did you say?"

Danny's eyes glowed a brighter green, "I said, go fuc-"

The Box Ghost screamed loudly, "The halfa cursed!" he cried to the Heavens, preparing to fly away.

But Danny unattached the thermos, the Fenton Thermos, on his hip and uncapped it. A bright blue beam exploded from the end and incased the Box Ghost, who screamed again, trying to break fry, as it pulled him into the thermos. Then Danny quickly capped it shut, rolling his eyes.

"Beware my non-four-sided device!" he laughed to himself.

Danny flew through the school invisibly, watching the students chat and talk during recess, as he went towards the nearest janitor's closet. He turned intangibly, passing through the door, and became solid and viewable again.

The pure white rings- that were the color of his aura- wrapped around his torso, they split in half, and switched in opposite directions. His snow white hair turned black as night; when he blinked, his green eyes became the same color of blue as ice; and his HAZMAT jumpsuit was replaced by jeans, red sneakers, and a white t-shirt with red trim and oval in the center.

Phantom, Fenton.

Fenton, Phantom.

Two and the same.

He pushed open the janitor's closet door, he ventured out into the buzzing hallways of his classmates chatting, recess was still on. He sighed in relief, maybe he'll actually be on time for once.

Oh, great. He jinxed it, didn't he?

Danny sprinted towards his locker where Tucker and Sam were talking. The techno-geek was bright red and the goth was smirking smugly.

The halfa blinked, "What happened to you?" he asked Tucker.

His cheeks flushed further, Tucker turned to glare at Sam. "Sam's what's happened."

She shrugged, her purple eyes gleaming in the light.

"Look," Danny sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I have to tell you guys something... And it's about Atalanta, Lou, and Wyatt."

Tucker and Sam glanced to each other after a moment of silence and burst into hysterical laughter.

Danny's eyes flickered green, "What's so funny?!"

"W-wha-what's so f-f-funn-y?!" gasped Tucker, tears springing from his eyes.

"Y-yeah," Sam agreed. "Because apparently," she rolled her eyes, "Atalanta, Lou and Wyatt are ghosts who can place fake memories in people's mind!" she said sarcastically, snorting.

"Ugh," Danny groaned, slamming his head onto his locker. "This is why I didn't tell you guys sooner." he grumbled. Danny sighed, "But you guys have to believe me. I don't have any memory of those three!"

"Do you guys believe me or not?" he asked, scowling frustratingly as he crossed his arms.

Silence.

"Ugh," the halfa groaned. "Fine," he mumbled.

He watched as Atalanta walked past him, her eyes caught his. Her eyes were the color of redwood and just for the tiniest second, he could've sworn he saw a flame flicker inside of them, before she turned and continued walking away.

{It pains me to read this. My writing from months ago was awful and I want to delete and erase all of thesefirst chapters, but I can't. Uh. It pains me.
On Wattpad, this is four very short chapters, but I decided to just cram them all together. A lot of this was heavily edited actually. Originally, Atalanta is the one to interrogate Danny and some of Atalanta's back story was mentioned but honestly, it wasn't the right timing. Too much is already going on.

Thank you to everyone who has commented, followed, or favored!
-Book117Worm}