ghost boy enthusiast

Old-ish exploration of a monstrous Danny. The result of a dissection gone wrong enough that it rendered some half of Amity uninhabitable due to a bad case of ghost-induced Time Shenanigans. I imagine his eyes follow people like a haunted painting

i think danny should be pointy and sallow and weird. as a treat.

There’s something underneath Amity Park…

Foley's voice carried around the corner of the hallway, stopping Kwan dumbfounded in his tracks. Like, the fictional popstar?

Fenton stuttered a response. "I—no—WHAT—" It sounded like he clapped Foley on the shoulder. "Why would you even say that?"

Holding the gutted Fenton-blaster-slash-badminton-racket, ordained a bathroom pass by Tetslaff herself, Kwan was drawn forward by the enticing possibility of blackmail.

"You know." Foley broke out in song, which was akin to someone shaking a box of cats. "When you're famous it can be kinda fun—"

"Dear Ancients, stop."

"—it's really you but no one ever discoversss—"

"Tucker, I will pay for your silence."

"Hmph. You have my Venmo."

"Fuck you." The pair stopped by Fenton's locker. "Why Hannah Montana? Why not Peter Parker?" his voice soured. "That'd be more accurate."

Foley snorted. "Accurate how? Sure, you have the same gig, but that's where the similarities end, my friend. Hannah-slash-Miley, though..."

Fenton's voice was laced with venom. "I hate this."

"No one expects Hannah Montana to have a secret identity. Spider-Man? Everyone knows there's someone under the mask. Everyone wants to know who he is, dig into all his secrets. You and Miley? Cut from the same cloth. All you gotta do is switch the hair and—" Foley gestures vaguely around Fenton. "Incognito. Best of Both Worlds, if you will."

Fenton let his head rest on his locker. "I must be sleep deprived to see your point."

"When aren't you sleep deprived?"

Something like a muffled "never" came from Fenton before Kwan's eyes stopped working. It looked like Fenton's head clipped through his shut locker. Foley didn't react and moments later Fenton pulled his head out from the locker, frowning. "I think I left the book at home."

"Lancer's gonna kill you if you don't come back with it."

Fenton scrunched his eyes shut. "Best of Both Worlds, my ass." He slipped off his backpack and threw it to Foley. "Cover for me?"

"You can't keep doing this, dude."

"I'll be in and out, five minutes tops."

Foley shook his head. "Fine. Don't get into any fights, or help cats out of trees."

Fenton popped his neck and then threw his hands forward. A halo of light appeared around his waist and Kwan suppressed a shriek when it started to change Fenton. Black translucent clothes appearing over his hoodie and jeans. White bangs falling over his green eyes and tinted skin.

Phantom.

"I can't help it if the cats don't know the way down!"

"Five minutes, Danny!"

Phantom gave Foley the finger and disappeared into thin air.

Kwan let the hall pass drop to the floor, fingers shaking.