So danny and all of his English class are going to gothem as a graduateing feild trip
By this point in time everyone knows danny is phantom, danny knowes everyone knows, all of amity knowes
But because of the way the government reacted to the ghosts, ignoring the problem and just sending in people who want to commit genocide.. they've made the decision they dont need the government
At this point, danny English class is very protective of eachother
Dash and the a-listers apologised
Once Wes was proven right, he was told of what would happen to danny should outsiders find out about him and apologised
Mikey and the neards have gotten more confident dew to the a-listers and in return thwy help dash and kwan with their grades
The point is, their ALL protective, and because danny is the most protective of all once he heard they were going to gothem he handed out fenton brand wepons like candy
They were all enjoying it so far, it was getting annoying whenever dash or kwan had to knock out a few petty criminals but its going fine...
Until the riddler and penguin decided to make a hostages situation out of them
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When batman arrived to a hostage situation he was expecting crying and scared kids, especially after learning they were teenagers from out of town...
What he walked in on was this
Paulina and star making matching scratching posts out of a pair of goons
Wes was full body slamming people left, right and center, your in his way your getting knocked over
Sam was following wes and after he knocked them over she used the fenton-anti-asshole-tazer on them
Tucker was sitting on a chandler and making sure all the coms were disconnected...and recording everything
Mickey ran up to dash yelled "FOOTBALL ME" and dash picked him up like a foorball, threw him several feet in the air where he proceeded to tackel and claw penguin
Danny was fist fighting the riddler while distroying him with banter
Mr.Lancer had a fuckin fenton-lighsaber and was changing from obi-wan canoby and darth vader impressions
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Batman went out side for a good 30 minutes trying to processes what he just saw, unfortunately leaving the goons the riddler and penguin to the mercy of feral, overprotective angry amity parkers
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When batman walked in later Tucker yelled "THE CONTROLL ISSUE FURRIE IS HERE"
After he yelled that everyone froze
Danny was choking out the riddler
Mickey was holding the fenton-ecto gun at penguin
Dash was mid punch
Kwan was using fenton-sneakers to walk on the roof and was stringing up goons
Stat was using the fenton-lipsick gun to blast people
Paulina was using the fenton-glitter nunchucks with star as backup
Wes was putting a goon in a headlock
Sam was using fenton-thorn gloves to distroy all wepons the goons were using
And Mr.lancer was mid darth vader impersonation
And they all stopped their feralness to stare at him, it went from chaos to silence
Even the goon, riddler and penguin were silent waiting to see WTF was about to happen
And batman had a feeling life was about to get more complicated
Decided to do the DP Side Hoes Week just to do some quick prompts, so here’s the first one for Lancer.
I love how Mr. Lancer swears in book titles. How well read do you have to be for that??? I decided to use two different versions of the world “reflection” for this, so both a personal reflection, and a physical reflection.
Words: 1159
Summary: Mr. Lancer is busy grading essays when he gets a visit from Danny
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Mr. Lancer shuffled through the scores of disappointing essays once more, just checking to make sure. There were always a few students who turned the assignment in late, or never at all, and Daniel Fenton had once again missed an assignment. Mr. Lancer wasn’t sure if it was simple laziness that prevented the boy from succeeding or not. He had seen the bruises, the dark bags under the thin, pale teen’s eyes. He had also seen that utter look of exhaustion since around the mid-point of freshman year when the ghost attacks had really ramped up.
Mr. Lancer had done what was expected and appropriate of him as a teacher to help Danny. He had made multiple calls home, and still did, he had doled out every punishment the school had in the system, he had even talked to the boy personally every now and again. But nothing seemed to help or do the trick. It wasn’t an at-home problem, or at least not an obvious one. Mr. and Mrs. Fenton had also remarked about the strange bruises and tiredness over the past year and a half. They wanted to know too but were deeply wrapped up in trying to solve the Haunting of Amity Park, because maybe ghosts were the root of all of Amity’s problems.
Mr. Lancer, like any other teacher, knew about most things that happened in the school, much more than the students ever realized, especially since he had been a high school teacher for the past 20 years. He had seen countless cases of high school relationships gone awry, bullying, shading, club initiation, and even fight clubs and gangs. But nothing quite like the case of Danny Fenton. He heard the rumors spread in his classroom and in the halls, the teachers were almost more tuned into the local gossip than the students were.
Mr. Lancer had definitely heard the rumors about Danny Fenton that haunted the halls like the ghost of Hamlet’s father.
The ghosts had taken after the football team and decided Danny was a good punching bag. Danny was just dreadfully clumsy (this was certainly true the first part of freshman year). Danny had some sort of disorder where he bruised easily. Danny was in some sort of fight club. Danny was hurting himself. The list went could fill a book comparable to Les Misérables. Even then, those were the tame ones, and some of the ones Lancer had confronted Danny about personally.
Then there were some of the odder ones. The ones that powdered Danny himself, not just his injures. Ones that questioned his humanity, which Lancer regarded as ridiculous. Rumors about how injuries Danny walked in with in the morning were gone by lunch. Another girl swore she saw Danny stick his arm through his locker. A quieter boy claimed he saw Danny vanish into thin air in the boys' bathroom on the second floor. Danny’s skin was cold as ice. Danny’s eyes glowed. Danny had fangs. The list also went on for ages with this one. There was something off about Danny Fenton, something more than the typical Fenton ambiguity. The reasons for these odd sightings claimed anything from human experimentation to contamination, to guessing Danny was an alien. Ghost, however, was off the table. His parents were ghost hunters, surely, they would notice if their own son was a ghost, or possessed by a ghost.
Mr. Lancer pulled out another paper, where he decided to start grading. He slowly began to sift through the same essay written over and rephrased 160 different times. The lamp on his desk glowed a pale yellow, which reflected off of the windows on the one side of his classroom. The oncoming storm of black clouds had turned the glass into grim mirrors. A dim, quiet room full of empty desks, sometimes filled with the noise of teenage life, felt like a forgotten, almost liminal part of the world, a forgotten fragment, like the empty halls of a school often did.
There was a knock on the door, quiet, almost nervous. Lancer looked up, grateful and irritated for the distraction.
“Come in,” he called out, and in walked Danny Fenton.
“Hi, Mr. Lancer. Sorry I came here so late, but I managed to finish that essay, so I thought I might at least attempt to turn it in,” Danny explained, sheepish and most certainly out of place.
“Mr. Fenton, I’m moved by your dedication to this essay, though I’m sad to say it might not help your grade much, but the effort is appreciated.”
As he spoke, Lancer saw the acceptance of failure in Danny’s eyes, and his heart panged. The boy was expecting another lecture and hung his head in shame and embarrassment. Mr. Lancer knew this wasn’t the face of a boy trying to fail or rebel, Danny grades were an unfortunate sacrifice for something else. His heart panged, though there wasn’t much he could do, nothing he hadn’t already tried.
“Thanks anyway, Mr. Lancer,” Danny said sadly and went to leave.
“Mr. Fenton, I could grade it for you right now if you’d be willing to wait a moment. I could give you pointers as well for your next essay while I’m at it,” Lancer offered, and Danny stopped.
“Really?”
“Absolutely, Mr. Fenton.”
Mr. Lancer looked down at the essay, scribbled down in messy, rushed handwriting. It looked like it was done in two parts, the second half noticeably more messy and less focused. While barely legible and perhaps a bit rushed, it was a complete essay using quotes with sound reasoning and an adequate thesis statement. Mr. Lancer used a red pen to annotate where he could, but there wasn’t as much red ink on the paper as some of the other essays in the pile (Dash Baxter’s essay almost had more red ink than black). He handed the essay back to Danny and glanced towards the window, the storm getting ready to break loose from the crowd.
Then he paused. There, in the window’s reflection, he could see himself, the pale-yellow circlet of his desk lamp, and Danny. Only Danny’s reflection had bright neon green eyes, so saturated in color that nothing in nature could hope to compare. Mr. Lancer discreetly looked back towards Danny, who had pale blue eyes, just not in the reflection.
Danny looked up once he was done reading the annotations, confusion, and surprise on his feature.
“Are you sure this deserves a four, Mr. Lancer?” Danny asked, handing the paperback.
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with it outside of a few things,” Mr. Lancer accepted the paper, “You do just fine when you actually submit your work, Mr. Fenton.”
Danny almost seemed to glow at the light praise. Perhaps he did.
“Thank you, Mr. Lancer,” and Danny Fenton scampered out of the classroom.
Mr. Lancer let out a long sigh. Picture of Dorian Gray, what was he going to do with that boy?
So i like to think everyone in the fenton household is genuis in something.
Obviously all of them inherited the engineering skills,
Maddie is amazing at martial arts, and physical activity
Jazz is a prodigy in phycolgey, while being good in a little of everything else
Jack i think would be a good baker or something along those lines
Danny would be good with linguistics and either engineering or chemistry
I like the idea of danny being too sleep deprived to properly pronounc any words his brain forgets so he just uses one of the others he knows
Mr.lancer calling on him and danny says maybe half in english before switching to Arabic, then looks down as if he said everything in English
Mr.Lancer is looking in shock that DANNY FENTON knowes another language let alone can use it so fluently
Sam and tucker are thinking about how dannys hit a new level of sleep deprivation and making plans on how to get him home the easiest
Everyone else in in a state of confusion over fenton saying...what ever he said, Mr.Lancer looking shocked and fentons friends looking like their having an invisible conversation
Then Mr.Lancer thinks its a good idea to ask danny how he knew Arabic
Danny says the first half of his sentance in Latin, a quarter in engligh and the other quarter in German
Mr.Lancer looks like he wants to intergate danny so sam and tucker intervein
Sam starts telling Mr.Lancer and the class about how dannys amazing in language and chemistry, he just sucks at school work because of his ADHD and because his parents tought his a vastly different way than the school dose
Meanwhile tucker is picking danny up and subtle carring him out the room after he texted jazz saying
: New level unlocked 🔓 multi-lingual: school parking lot
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2 days later all the teachers get fenton to take a few tests in a way he can learn and find out the prodigy gene was passed to danny
Lancer catches danny doing his homework in the park as Phantom™️
Lancer takes note that its the homework he assigned just today but doesnt know why the ghost boy is doing it or how he even got it. Curious he sneaks up behind him to see if hes actually working on it and then notices how much hes struggling with a question. (Like maybe it was a question based on the notes Lancer gave in class to make sure his students actually paid attention) Upon seeing how upset Phantom was getting over not being able to answer it he steps up to him and starts helping him with it. After a while he asks where the ghost actually got the work sheet. Phantom gets flustered, unable to think of a good answer, and starts stuttering over his words till Lancer cuts him off telling him its fine he didnt need to say. Wait im not a fanfiction writer what am i doing here have a dumb idea you butts
Lancer always takes note on how Danny Fenton isnt around during ghost fights
One day after a fight he takes danny aside to tell him its ok to be afraid of ghosts even with his parents being ghost hunters and if he ever wants to talk to him about it he can
