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a-closet-emo · 4 years

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Phic Phight 2k20

Team Ghost

Title: Fenton, the Theory.

Prompt: Wes forms a Conspiracy Club or something similar. A couple people join because they're interested, but it's really just a cover for Wes to rage about how Fenton is Phantom... except he actually convinces at least one person.

Prompt by: @babyhedgehog-cutebutdeadly

Word Count: 1411

Warnings: Gore

Edward Lancer strode down the empty halls of Casper High, cup of coffee in hand and clipboard in the other. It was a Saturday, and the school’s building was a ghost town (well, a ghost town in the more traditional sense), almost completely devoid of life. Today was not the first time he had taken an extra shift to make a little extra cash, and he was in charge of overseeing the clubs that held meetings on weekends and the students who had to take make-up tests.

He passed by the classrooms being used by the clubs, peeking in every now and then. The science club, the drama club, the anime club…. Lancer yawned and took a sip from his coffee. Everything was business as usual. He slowed down as he approached a classroom where a few teens were standing in the doorway. This club wasn’t familiar to Lancer and he looked at the list on his clipboard. Hmmm, let’s see, classroom 5B was scheduled to be used by… the Conspiracy Club? That’s new.

“—whenever he runs off, Phantom shows up!” Wes exclaimed.

“But haven't they been seen in the same room?” one student said as another interjected, “Save it for when the club meeting actually begins, Weston.”

Wes smacked a hand to his forehead and went on, ignoring the latter student. “Ghosts can duplicate! He obviously did that to save his sorry hide from being found out!” the redhead insisted.

This earned Wes a few skeptical stares. “Look, I bet you a couple - no, five - bucks that Fenton’ll come charging out of that classroom,” he said pointing at Lancer’s destination, “ any minute now, saying that he needs to use the bathroom or some other poorly concocted excuse.”

Lancer moved on, shaking his head. Another glance at his list told him that Wes was the club’s president. Of course he would form such a club. Oh well, the boy’s been too worked up lately. It would be good for him to have a healthy outlet to discuss an interest shared by others in an organized and calm setting rather than shrieking his theories at the top of his lungs standing on a table in the cafeteria. Lancer shook his head and moved on. By The Screwtape Letters, he would not forget that eventful lunch.

As he made his way to the classroom where the makeup tests were being held, the only student scheduled to take the tests today burst out the door, sprinting toward Lancer.

“Oliver Twist! Mr. Fenton, what are you—!”

“Sorry, Mr. Lancer, but I really gotta use the bathroom—,” Danny called over his shoulder, the boy already past Lancer. “—super quick I forgot to go earlier and now my bladder is acting up it’s really bad is that cool? Ok bye!”

Lancer stood speechless as Danny spewed out the last part while already sprinting down the hallway in the opposite direction of the nearest toilet.

Nearby, two kids lost ten bucks to Wes.

——

Lancer made his way back to the classroom where Danny was supposed to be taking the makeup tests, his spirits low. He had looked everywhere for the boy. He had gone in the direction Danny had sprinted away, he’d checked all the bathrooms on the floor and the one below it, he’d explored classroom after classroom, he’d gone on the intercom, but the boy seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Lancer sighed deeply. He knew the teen was bright and had lots of potential, if only he would attend class. By this point, he had missed so many classes he was at risk of being held back or even being expelled. Especially now, he just couldn’t understand why the young man was evading a makeup test he had even arrived early for, seeing as how he had been in the classroom before Lancer had even arrived at the school.

It was a shame, really.

As Lancer passed the classrooms currently in use, he heard muffled shouts coming from one of the clubs.

He stopped in front of the Conspiracy Club’s door and sighed. He hoped against hope that the commotion had nothing to do with Wes. He peeked through the door’s window, eavesdropping in case intervention on his part was necessary.

“—AAAND ANOTHER THING!” Wes said, pacing the room and making agitated gestures with his hands. He must have been relishing the only audience he’s had in months.“He always comes back or shows up with mysterious injuries! Cuts, bruises, hell, he even showed up to gym one time limping!—“

A brunette wearing glasses spoke up, “Wes, we know you’re president, but you’ve gotta give us a chance to talk here.”

Wes, however, went on. “—And once, I caught on on video Manson and Foley RESETTING HIS SHOULDER in the boys’ locker room! Of course Fenton later broke my camera, but how can everyone ignore all the other blatant evidence I’ve collected—“

Lancer shook his head as he moved forward, and the sounds of the club were replaced by the silence of the empty halls. The Rats of Nimh, that boy did not stop. He would have a word with Mr. Weston about spreading rumors later.

He finally made it to the classroom where Danny was supposed to be. He stopped in front of his classroom’s built-in window, and was surprised to see the boy already there. He moved to enter the classroom, but something stopped him.

The boy was at his desk, but the lights were dimmed and flickering, the curtains drawn. He was cradling his right arm, and Lancer peered closer through the window, brows furrowing in concern.

Then Danny stretched out his arm, and Lancer paled. The limb was peppered up and down with cuts and bruises, colored green and red by the malfunctioning lights. The arm itself was bent completely in the wrong direction, the lower half of it perpendicular to the floor in a way it never should be. He felt sick, but he stood transfixed, hand on the doorknob, and watched as Danny gritted his teeth and brought his other hand (also covered in scrapes) over to the injured one. There was a split second as Danny grasped his injured arm at the broken area that gave Lancer time to realize what the boy was doing. Then Danny quickly and forcefully pushed his bones into their proper positions, making terrible snapping sounds as he went.

Lancer let out a small whimper. Suddenly, the teen looked directly at Lancer, their eyes locking for a split second before the room’s flickering lights went out. That split second, however, had been enough for Lancer to doubt that the toxic green eyes he had seen were a trick of the light.

He backed away from the door, trembling.

Meanwhile nearby, a classroom door slammed open, and Wes stormed out.

——

“I can’t believe this! I’m the president of this club! I started it! How dare you form a conspiracy to depose me?” the redhead pointed accusingly at the brunette with glasses whose name he had forgotten. She was now standing at the front of the classroom, with the rest of the club standing literally and figuratively by her side.

“Wes, admit it, you made this club just so you could rant about your crazy theory.”

“I-“

“-Which,” she continued, “we wouldn’t have minded so much if you’d simply given everyone else a chance to share their theories and conspiracies. This is a community, and you completely ignored that.” The small crowd around her nodded and murmured their agreement. Someone in the crowd added, “Your theory is dumb, anyway!”

Wes spluttered, looking for a defense. Looking around, however, he realized he was defeated. So he held his head high, turned on his heel, flipped the bird, and marched out of the classroom slamming the door open as he went.

——

The young man stalked past Lancer, mumbling a few insults and curses.

“The theory’s not dumb,” Wes said to no one. “And it’s not a theory! Fenton didn’t even come up with a clever name! Phantom and Fenton sound the same!”

Then he noticed Lancer, whose back was against the wall.

“Uhh, Mr. Lancer?” the boy asked, waving his hand in front of Lancer’s face. With the man unresponsive, Wes shrugged and moved on, thoughts still on his recent kicking from his own club.

——

There was no way Wes was actually right, was there?

Moby Dick, Lancer needed a drink.

#phic phight #my writing #danny phantom #team ghost

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ringobean · 4 years

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Hambourg 1960

A week later, Hannah and her band settled the last details of the trip, loaded their belongings into a large van that they had equipped to store their instruments and mattresses to rest, and then set out for Hamburg, heading for the Kaiserkeller. After 8h drive they arrived at the club where Koschmider was waiting for them, the club was in the St. Pauli quarter, and was dangerous for anyone that looked different than the usual clientele.

"What a crappy rat hole, this neighborhood," Ben says.

"Damn, Hannah, what shit did you get us into, I knew we couldn't trust that fucking Nazi," Says Simon.

"you become weak or what guys, it's ok, we've seen worse" says David

they came out of the van.

Koschmider came to greet them, showed them the club, and told them how it worked.

"You will be 3 bands to play every night one after the other, for the moment one of the groups who'll be the headliner of the festival, isn't available, they'll be there in 2 weeks, so you and the another band'll play a little longer, 3 hours each, until the 3rd band come, as these two bands plays only covers, you will pass last, because I don't know how'll react the public, with songs that they don't know,but the majority of our audience are men, and your singer is charming, I think it shouldn't be a problem, you have questions?"

"It looks good," says Hannah.

"Well now follow me, I'll show you where you'll sleep and I'll introduce you to the other band."

They walked a hundred meters, then arrived in front of a porn cinema, "The Bambi Kino".

"Uh, but it's not a hotel" says Ben.

"I said that I host you for free, I didn't talk about hotel, I already pay you enough, to make additional fees"

They entered the cinema by the back door, there was a strong rancid smell, everything was dirty, they entered a small room, just as dirty as the rest of the cinema, with cots on the floor, and shabby blankets.

"you have the toilet right here where you can wash"

There were already 5 boys sitting on the ground playing cards.

"I introduce you to the Beatles, they come from Liverpool, you will play after them every night, I let you meet them. Hannah darling, I can't let such a charming young lady sleep surrounded by so many young men, it wouldn't be suitable, I can make you a small place at home, you will be more comfortable."

He said with a perverse smile while watching her butt.

"No thank you, I'm staying with my boys, I think I'll be fine, and they don't look very dangerous ..." she said with an air of disgust at the proposal of the old pervert.

"As you want, take care Mademoiselle, I leave you, see you at the club tonight at 18:30"

The 5 boys looked really young, especially 2 of them, who didn't seem to be of age.

"Hannah, I want to smash your skull, look at that damn fucking dorm, welcome back to misery, such a fucking Nazi," Simon said.

"don't bother me Simon, we've lived worse, you're not going to do your princess, let's stop talking French and we'll introduce ourselves. Hi, I'm Hannah, we're "The Frenchies" and here's Simon, Ben and David"

"Hi I'm John, and here's Paul, George, Pete and Stuart, nice to meet you, you're french then?"

"Yes, only Ben and I speak English, the other 2 don't understand a lot, they can be real assholes, with their looks of killers, but they're cool, when you know them," she said to the worried look of boys.

"Oh ok, I like France, I'd like to visit Paris one day"

"oh well, come and see us when you come. How long have you been there?"

"we arrived in Hamburg in May, before we played in another club that closed, and we play since early September at the Kaiserkeller."

"Oh so it's been a long time"

The young boys found Hannah super attractive, but with the 3 mastiffs who framed her, nobody dared to flirt with her. They get to know each other, and keep chatting all afternoon, even David and Simon got into the conversations, with their lack of English.

"So you're the singer, Hannah?" Says John.

"Yes, and im playing bass too"

"Women, shouldn't play guitar"

"Why John, do you play guitar with your cock?"

"Whaaat, uh no!"

"Well, i can't play bass with my pussy either, so i use my hands just like you, then woman can also play what they want..."

"ok ok, well done, you win"

"ahahah, she put you in your place in one sentence " says George.

"and I also write our own songs, Ben composes the music..."

""compose" a big word ... we try to find sounds that sound good with our instruments and David and Simon follow." Says Ben.

"With John we compose a lot of stuff too, but for the moment in public, we only do covers." says Paul.

"Why? You should play your own music, it'll be great!"

"we don't know, people mostly want to hear songs they know, maybe when we'll be enough famous, we can play our songs. Besides, it's surprising that the boss lets you play your own music."

"We also have to do covers, but I guess he let us play our songs, more because of my physical, than for our music, fucking pervert, he thinks I'll attract male customers to his club."

"without offending you guys and you of course, it's true that you're pretty hot, love."Says Pete with a charming gaze.

"Why do you call me love?"

"Chill out, it's just a British expression!"

"Oh, ok!"

They were cute, but none interested Hannah, she found them too childish, too kind.

it was almost time to go to the club, they tried to get ready and wash as they could, in the middle of the grime and stench of the place.

"3 months without a real shower, it will be long, fortunately this bastard pays us well"

"Simon you act like a cunt, even me who's a girl, I don't complain as much, you will be happy when you pay your bike!"

They were finally ready and went to the Kaiserkeller with the Beatles.

#hamburg #Kaiserkeller #the beatles fanfiction #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #stuart sutcliffe #pete best #60's #60's aesthetic #french

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