Phantom shifted uncertainly in the alley way behind the school "Are you sure that this is going to work?"

Tucker shifted his glasses back up his nose "Well, it was the best we could do. Since you almost never take off that HAZMAT suit. I still can't believe we were able to convince you to ditch the boots and gloves."

Phantom looked back down at his new alter while trying to not think about the odor of the ally way. He had a black leather Jacket, dark blue-genes, with a plan white t-shirt. As well as blue sneakers. Of course, all of this was over the HAZMAT suit. "Where did you guys even get this stuff? I look like a greaser from the fifties."

Phantom paused "Not that greasers weren't cool."

Tucker grinned "Good. Because we got those from the dumpster by the pawn shop."

Phantom blinked "wait. What?"

Sam gave Tucker a shove "He's joking. I got them from Amazon."

Phantom looked back at the Jacket and lifted the hem "That explains the fact how this isn't real leather."

Tucker adjusted the backpack on his shoulder as Sam grabbed hers "So man, ready for school?"

"Hell no."

Sam snorted "It's too late to back out now." She handed him a pair of dark sunglasses "I also got you this, to hide your eyes."

Tucker put his arm over Phantom's shoulders as he put on the glasses "By the way Phantom, the name I put down for your school application? It's Bill."

Phantom gave Tucker a look "Bill?" He looked desperately at Sam's direction for confirmation that this was also a joke.

Sam put the straps of her bag on her shoulders "Short for inviso-bill."

Phantom groaned as he started the all-too-short walk to school.

. . .

What surprised Phantom the most, was the fact that no one recognized him. Seriously, he didn't even die his platinum hair a more normal color and his HAZMAT sleeves showed whenever he took off his jacket, the white t-shirt covered the logo but still.

This was both reliving and concerning.

Well, almost everyone seemed fooled. Phantom may not be the most observant guy, but even he could tell that Danny wasn't duped.

As soon as they're eyes met, they froze in the hallways. After seconds pasted, both avoided eye contact and walked past the other. Somehow, a silent agreement was made.

The simple deal that they would avoid each other at all costs.

Too bad that this "contract" of sorts didn't make past third period.

In fact, as agreements go, this was by far the least well kept. Mainly because they were both now stuck in the custodians' closet together. Alone.

Ghost monsters sucked. Especially the one that was creeping outside the closet long after "Phantom" with the help of Sam and Tucker, of course evacuated everyone out of the school.

Almost everyone.

He had to hand it to Danny, the guy could disappear if he wanted to. Which is really saying something considering the fact that Phantom was a ghost. Well mostly.

Both of them froze as the monster's footsteps echoed outside.

This monster, truly unnerved Phantom. The ghost wasn't looking for petty revenge or have complete dominations over everything under the freaking sun. Yet, this ghost wasn't a mindless beast ether that raged and torn down whatever was in its' path.

This ghost, was very, very different. And if Phantom was honest with himself, that terrified him. Not just because she was different, or unfamiliar. But because how she was so.

She walked around with a porcelain mask that was stoic and cold. At least, one would think it was porcelain with how delicate the fetchers where, how one could make view of cracks down the left side of the forehead. But as soon as Phantom naturally looked further for strings or something that held up the unnerving mask, he saw with a mute horror that nothing like that held up the mask at all. It was sewn on.

And the mask was never porcelain to begin with. But rather a once beautiful individuals skin.

As soon as Phantom knew what "the mask" made of, he realized bit by bit how gruesome the face was, and that it was never beautiful to begin with. That the lips as red as blood were torn in microscopic shreds, as if those were sewn closed once, or that one eye being slightly lower that the other wasn't the fault of an unsteady artist hand, but the flesh decaying. Though, there weren't really eyes, just an empty, dark, black gasp like O's where the eyes and mouth were supposed to be.

And when she spoke,

all Phantom could hear was nonsense. A series of wet hissing and a soft melody, was all he could hear.

As soon as the being lumbered away, Phantom grabbed ahold of Danny's arm, they need to get out of here, now. Phantom refused to admit to himself how much it stung when Danny winced at his touch. And-

wait.

When Phantom grabbed Dannys' arm, the sleeve shifted to show ugly burns. Phantom's eyes widen. Those burns should've healed months ago.

Danny wasn't paying attention to that though, he was more focused on the fact that the longer Phantom held on, the more the wounds faded.

Danny's voice sounded dry and small, as if those words could shatter him. Yet there was a forced playful manner to them "Ok Bill C. Gaplord, what now?"

Phantom gave him a lively annoyed glance, well aware that Danny's teasing of his false persona was him trying to cope. To give him a sense that nothing was wrong. Like it was a game, a game Phantom need to join to get what needed to be done. A game that Phantom could play. "My name is Adam Leatherwood. Thank you very much."

Phantom froze, that was not what he wanted to say. A thrill traipsed down both of their spines. Which was insane, how could Phantom have any ability to know what Danny was feeling? A raw power sizzled the air, as if a pledge, or a vow of sorts was made. Fear orchestrated through Phantom's nerves, raising hackles. What sort of idiot was he?! Giving his name, and not just anyone, oh no. But a son to a ghost hunter.

As agreements go, avoiding Danny was by far the least well kept. No doubt on that.

The ghoul with the mask must of felt the pulse of eldritch power as well, for she roared with a strange sort of hunger. 

Much to Phantoms confusion, blue mist pooled out of Danny's mouth.