Mikey liked to think he was more observant than your average high schooler. He got good grades, and avoided getting yelled at for being a know-it-all by being able to know when his knowledge was and wasn’t wanted. He’d learned about that after freshman year, and was still fine-tuning these skills. He also noticed a lot of things around him that others didn’t pay attention to. For example, Wes.
Sure, the kid was the school’s resident crackpot, but he did make a halfway decent argument. Fenton and Phantom looked and sounded very similar, and Fenton disappeared during classes when ghost fights were going on, but that was about it. Their report in history class made it abundantly clear that was around since the Roman Empire at least, and had made it to Salem, and even feudal Japan. There were also the obvious differences in personality. Fenton was timid, except for snarking off toward bullies, lazy, only hung out with his two friends, and tried not to attract attention to himself because he was already considered weird for being a Fenton. Phantom was bold no matter what opponent he faced, generally elusive unless you brought snacks -something the A-Listers used to have a talk with him whenever they got the chance- and when he did stick around, he was very pleasant. Cocky, snarky, and made bad puns, but generally easy to get along with.
Even though ghosts could change their appearance, and aforementioned report proved the Phantom has done so a few times, he thought the point Wes made of Phantoms suit looking like the Fenton’s jumpsuits was a fun little detail.
Mikey was not, however, paying enough attention to where he was going, and as such ended up smacking into a pole. Fortunately said pole stopped him from being blasted a second later. Mikey, being a smart kid, immediately ran for cover behind some cars parked along the street.
It was fine. This was okay. It seemed to be a giant wasp ghost, but that was fine, this is fine, everything’s fine. What wasn’t fine was when he heard Danny yelling at the wasp thing. Danny. Danny who could barely pass gym. Danny who could barely run without getting winded -and coming from Mikey that was saying something- and falling on his face. Danny who ran from every ghost attack at school the second it happened and passed out somewhere safe Danny. That Danny.
Mikey peeked out from behind the car. Yeah. This was that Danny. What the fuck is he doing here. Wait, his tone changed. Why did his tone change? Mikey decided he should actually start listening to what was being said, just in case he needed to get Danny out of there. Yes. That’s why. That’s totally why he needed to start listening. He was going to to start listening now.
“I swear Bertrand, I am going to lock both you and Spectra in the thermos for a week, no, two weeks if you don’t stop bothering me!”
Bertrand? The fuck? How did his classmate know this ghost’s name, how did-oh the shots were getting closer to him now. Better pick a new car. So, he did. And not a moment too soon, because just as he crouched behind the new car, his old one flipped over entirely. There was also a lot of dirt turned up by the wasp thing hitting the ground, and that was great because that meant Phantom was here! He was going to get the two teens out of the way, and-
“Buzz off!!”
That wasn’t Phantom.
That was Danny.
Mikey looked at the direction the shout had come from, and there was only Danny. His clothes were definitely torn up, and there was generous amounts of blood, and- why doesn’t he have sleeves? One being torn off Mikey could understand, but both of them? The ghost wasp’s wings started buzzing again, and Mikey turned around to watch it get up, only for a cone of familiar blue light suck up the ghost.
“Losing to a teenager must really sting.”
That sounded like something Phantom would say. It was really weird to hear that smug tone coming from Danny, though.
“I feel bad for whoever’s car that is. Hopefully they have ghost attack insurance.”
They probably do.
“They’ll have enough problems fixing this, might as well save them the trouble of turning it back over.”
Danny -raven haired, oblivious Danny- walked right past Mikey, and straight to the car. Mikey, who has been trying not to breathe too loudly this whole time, decided to hold his breath because why the fuck did the most picked-on kid in school have arms with muscles like that? More importantly, how did Danny plan on flipping the car back over with no equipment. Sure, it was on the smaller end of things, but those still weigh a t- what.
Mikey couldn’t get the incessant what the fuck looping in his head out into the real world, because his jaw decided to stop working when he saw the school loser pick up a whole-ass car. Danny proceeded to turn it right-side up, and that was when Mikey’s jaw decided to catch up with his brain. Unfortunately, it was still a jumbled, so instead of what the fuck or how the hell, what came out was “What the how fuck?” And then his mouth immediately resumed its attempt to catch flies.
Danny glanced to see his classmate staring at him, jaw agape. He slowly put the car back down on the ground. He was very, very clearly nervous, like he’d been caught. Which, yeah he was, he was caught lifting an entire car!!! How was he supposed to explain that?
Mikey, to his credit, picked his jaw off the ground as soon as his brain finished rebooting. He did, however want answers, and good ones. What he got was-
“I uh, go to the gym a lot?”
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