Danny
Danny toyed with the Box Ghost as the fight moved into the hallway where Danny's locker was.
"Is that all you've got, Boxy?" Danny laughed.
"I am the Box Ghost, and I will have my corrugated cardboard vengeance!"
"I don't see any boxes around here," Danny teased as he threw ectoballs.
Glowing green boxes flew in through the wall. An ectoball hit a box and splattered the contents. From another box, scalpels rose up and flew at Danny. He turned intangible, and the scalpels stuck into the locker behind him.
"Hey, that's my locker!" Danny yelled. Anger flashed hot in him, and the need to protect his property clouded his judgement. "You'll pay for that!"
"Danny!" Sam called out.
Danny turned to see Sam and Tucker standing in the doorway of the classroom.
"Calm down," Sam said. "It's just the Box Ghost."
Danny shook his head to clear it. She was right. This fight was going on for too long. Time to wrap it up.
"Tucker," he said, holding out a hand. "Thermos!"
Tucker threw the thermos, and Danny caught it. At the same time, a box slammed into him. He was forced into the scalpels, denting his locker even more. Not only that, but the scalpels would leave major bruises in his side.
"No more boxes!" Danny shouted, activating the Fenton Thermos.
The Box Ghost wailed as he was sucked into the thermos. Danny was too heated to hear his threatening words.
Tucker and Sam ran over to Danny, who hovered closer to the ground and examined his locker. Sam reached out to touch him but hesitated.
"You alright, man?" Tucker asked.
Danny turned on them. "I'm fine!"
His outburst made Sam withdraw her hand. Danny looked at her hands without really seeing them. Was she scared of him? The thought made the emotion drain from him. His shoulders slumped.
"Sorry," Danny said. "I… I don't know what got into me."
Tucker clapped him on the shoulder. "It's okay, man. We're here for you."
"Yeah," Sam said. "Whatever that was, was no big deal."
Danny searched her eyes. She acted like her normal self, but what was she hiding? He dropped his head. "I'm sorry."
Sam and Tucker laughed.
"You said that already," Sam said.
"It's okay," Tucker said.
"I—" Danny started.
The bell rang, and students poured into the hallway. Danny turned invisible.
"Gotta go," he said, and flew upward. He watched as students marveled at the mess of boxes and things in the hallway, and the disaster that was his locker.
"It was a ghost fight!" Tucker said.
Danny slapped his forehead.
Danny - Tuesday Night
That night, Danny finally found time to release Skulker and the other ghosts into the Ghost Zone. He was exhausted and really didn't want to fight Skulker again, let alone any of the other ghosts. Hopefully they would all just scatter.
Danny hid behind a rock and pressed the "release" button. Ghosts spewed out, but there was no sign of Skulker. How was that possible? He was huge! Then Danny remembered Skulker's true form and laughed. All that worrying was for nothing. Skulker was probably blending in with the other ghosts.
Once all of the ghosts were gone, Danny flew happily back home. No big fight tonight!
Danny - Wednesday
"How is it that the Box Ghost trashed just my locker?" Danny complained the next day to Tucker and Sam. "I've been assigned a new one." He read the number off of a paper in his hand. "Locker… seven-two-four."
His two friends gasped and looked scared. Tucker pointed behind Danny with a shaky hand. Danny turned to see a rusty locker bearing the number 724. They walked to it.
"Guys, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Danny chuckled. "Or something really scary that we don't see every single day."
"Hello?!" Tucker said. "Locker 724? How do you not know the legend of locker 724?"
Danny opened the locker with the combination given on the paper. Inside hung a small oval mirror with a gold frame. He touched the mirror. Something about it felt… familiar. He shook off the feeling and asked, "What's the big deal with 724?"
Dash showed up out of nowhere and said, "Cool new locker. Let's see if you fit inside!"
Danny dropped his paper as Dash picked him up and shoved him in the locker. Dash slammed the locker closed, and his laughter receded away.
"I was gonna tell you the locker was cursed," Tucker said as he opened the locker, "but I think you figured that out."
Danny fell out of the locker, landing on his feet.
"I'll show you cursed," he growled.
He grabbed Tucker and Sam by the shoulders and positioned them so they hid his ghostly transformation. Invisibly, he moved the janitor's mop bucket in front of Dash, who tripped over it and landed face first in the water. Danny went back to Tucker and Sam, swiftly transforming back to his human self. He and Tucker high-fived, but Sam glared.
"Danny," Sam warned.
"Relax, Sam," Tucker said. To Danny, "It's about time you used that Phantom advantage for some ghostly get-back."
Sam sighed and walked away, Danny and Tucker following.
Danny - Lunch
Danny ate his lunch, happy for once because the popular kids were complaining.
"And all of a sudden," Dale said, "this locker door flies open and nails me."
Meanwhile, Paulina brushed her hair, which was coated with fire extinguisher foam. "I'm gonna be brushing this stuff out of my hair for a week!"
"It's like this school is haunted," Kwan said.
Danny laughed. Finally, people were noticing!
"Apparently, someone's been busy," Sam accused.
"It wasn't me, I swear!" Danny said, still smiling. He discretely shot an ectobeam out of his finger, causing Dash to dump his lunch tray onto Paulina. "Now that was me."
"Danny," Sam said, "I don't think you should be using your powers like—Lancer. I'll be right back!" And… she ran off.
"Don't listen to her, Danny," Tucker said. "It's about time somebody struck a blow for Sidney Poindexter."
"Sidney who-dexter?" Danny asked.
"Sidney Poindexter," Tucker repeated. He took out his PDA and tapped through screens. "Locker 724 was originally owned by a Poindexter back in the fifties. Poindexter was the victim of more cruel pranks than anyone in the history of Casper High School. Apparently, picking on him was a graduation requirement. He got stuffed into his locker so many times, it's believed his spirit still inhabits it to this very day."
Sam walked back to the table looking suspicious and carrying a box of frogs.
"Sam," Danny asked, "what are you doing?"
"Nothing," Sam said. She put the box on the bench. "Certainly not trying to smuggle frogs out of the bio lab while Lancer isn't looking."
Before anyone could respond, a slab of hamburger hit Danny's face.
"Hey, guys," Dash said. "What do you say we 'meat' my new locker neighbor?"
Danny wiped the hamburger off his face and glared at Dash. Sam put a hand on his shoulder.
"Easy, Danny, Take it easy," she said.
Danny sighed. "You're right, Sam. I—"
More hamburger ingredients splatted onto his face.
"Enjoy your sandwich, neighbor," Dash laughed, walking away.
Angrily, Danny pulled all of the food off of him.
"Hmm," Tucker said. "I wonder how Dash would feel with a frog in his throat."
"Or twelve," Danny said. "In his pants." He looked at the box of frogs with an evil smile.
Sam, however, picked up the box. "Oh, no. You're not gonna exploit innocent amphibians for some juvenile revenge scheme."
Moments later, Danny carried the box while in ghost form. He found Dash, went invisible, and poured all of the frogs down Dash's pants.
"Hey!" Dash cried out. "Wh-ow! Ow! O-ooh! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" He danced down the hallway, swatting at his pants.
Danny laughed, turning visible.
"Bullies!" came a voice.
Locker 724 glowed green and slammed open. A gray-scale colored teenage ghost pulled himself out of the locker. Danny stopped laughing.
"Hey!" the ghost said. "I'm free! Finally, the doorway's been opened!"
"Huh? What?" Danny said.
"Leave that poor kid alone," the ghost said.
"What? Oh," Danny chuckled. "Oh, man. That's good. Man, do you ever have it backwards."
"Don't you hand me that jazz, Clyde," the ghost said. "You're the bully from where I'm standing."
Danny pointed at the ghost's feet. "Uh, floating."
"Uh, okay," the ghost said, adjusting his glasses. "Floating. Let's see how you like getting bullied."
The ghost raised his glowing green hands, and lockers opened up, sending their contents flying at Danny. Danny went intangible, so nothing hit him.
"Look, you don't understand," Danny said, turning tangible again.
"I understand a bully when I see one," the ghost said.
He shot an ectoray out of his eyes, which hit Danny square in the chest. Danny fell back, going through the wall into the library. When he returned to the hallway, Sam was collecting all of the frogs. She stood between the ghost and Danny.
"Put an egg in your shoe and beat it, bully," the ghost said. Tucker walked up to Sam, looking confused. "I'm Sidney Poindexter, and wherever there is a single nerd in need," he said, gesturing to Tucker, "I shall be there!"
"Hey," Tucker said, "who're you calling a nerd?" To Danny, he said, "That's the guy who used to have your locker. In your face, Mr. Skeptic."
"Now's not the time, Tucker!" Danny said. To Poindexter, "I am not a bully. Dash is. I was just getting revenge for all the trouble he's put me through."
Poindexter stopped. "You're… not a bully?"
"No," Danny said. "I'm the victim. Now can we call it quits and stop fighting?"
Poindexter narrowed his eyes. "How do I know you're not lighting up the tilt sign?"
"Um, if you mean lying, I'm not," Danny said. "You can follow me around if you want. Invisibly, of course."
"A ghost that's bullied by humans?" Poindexter asked. "That sounds like baloney."
Danny looked around. The hallway was empty except for the four of them. Everyone else was still eating lunch. He alighted on the ground and transformed into his human self.
"Holy socks!" Poindexter said. "You're the halfa!"
"The what-a?" Danny asked.
"The halfa," Poindexter said. "Everybody in the Ghost Zone talks about you, even in my small corner of the Zone. You're half a boy, half a ghost. The halfa!"
"Check that out," Tucker said to Danny. "You're famous!"
"What do you say?" Danny asked Poindexter. "Do you want a chance to shadow the halfa?"
"Fat city!" Poindexter said. Danny took that to mean yes.
Danny's parents and Mr. Lancer appeared at the far end of the hallway.
"Quick," Danny said, "go invisible!"
"Right-o," Poindexter said and vanished.
The adults appeared to have not noticed Poindexter.
"Is it true?" Mom asked. "Did you kids just witness a ghost attack?"
"Fear not, young ones," Dad said. he wore metal gauntlets that crackled with electricity. "These gloves are made for grabbing!"
"Uh, no ghosts here, Mr. and Mrs. F," Tucker said.
"Only a girl trying to create a diversion for her own needs," Mr. Lancer said, eyeing Sam and her box of frogs.
"Right, right," Sam said. "No ghosts here."
"What are you even doing here, Mom and Dad?" Danny asked.
"We heard you got a new locker," Mom said.
"And that it's haunted!" Dad said.
"Don't worry, son," Mom said. "You'll barely even notice us while we're staking out that locker during normal school hours."
"And the best part it," Dad said enthusiastically, "thanks to the new ghost gloves, when that ghost comes out of that locker, I can spar with it mano a ghost-o."
Danny groaned. "I'm going to class." He, Tucker, and Sam left he adults.
"Give those frogs back, young lady!" Mr. Lancer called after them.