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Danny pushed himself to fly faster after Skulker. He had a class in less than ten minutes, and Sam and Tucker could only stall for so long.
Danny swerved to the left to dodge a mini missile, barely going intangible in time to not hit a tree. He shot off an ectoblast, narrowly missing. "Gah! Just stay still!" Danny yelled.
Skulker dove down into a patch of trees, and Danny was hot on his tail, managing to dart in front of him as he landed.
"Ha, you've fallen straight into my trap, Whelp!"
Skulker had his gun trained right on Danny, but whether by sheer dumb luck or the fact Danny couldn't allow his grades to dip further, he was quicker. He whipped out his thermos, sucking Skulker in as quickly as possible.
Danny glanced down, letting out a breath, before he noticed that he was standing in a net. Slowly, he stepped to the side, careful to not trigger it.
"Alright then," Danny said, "Now, to get back to schoo—" He broke off into a choked gasp when he felt something close on his leg.
He stumbled to the ground, gasping as the spikes of —was that a bear trap!?— dug further into his leg.
Danny let out a shuttering breath. "You," he said, glaring at the thermos, "are staying in there at least until tomorrow for that."
Danny looked over the bear trap, seeing if there was a release of any sort so he could get it off. After a few minutes of trying to phase out, freeze it off, and just straight up force it off, he gave up. It was not about to come off anytime soon.
Danny checked the time and swore. It looked like he was going to just wear it into class. He guessed he was getting used to the pain anyway, and really, what was one more reason for his classmates to give him weird looks?
He kicked off the ground, barely managing to get inside Casper High and transform as his watch beeped, signaling the start of class.
He ran down the hallway, ignoring the mix of mostly blood now soaking into his jeans. He jerked the classroom door open, crashing into his seat just as Mr. Lancer called out his last name.
"Here!" Danny was a tad out of breath, but no one mentioned it, far too focused on the muddy, reddish green substance and bear trap on his leg. Even Sam and Tucker were giving him looks, although theirs were less horror and more so resignation at the fact they'd have to successfully gaslight the entire class again.
"The Yearling! Mr. Fenton, what happened to you!?"
"Oh, that." Danny pressed his lips together. "I'm working on my Halloween costume."
"It's January," Kwan said.
"It's never too early to start making a costume, right guys?"
"Of course," Sam agreed. "I start my plans in November."
"Uh, me too," Tucker said. "When do you start your costumes?"
"Not in January," Paulina said.
"That's why my costumes are better than yours," Sam said.
Mr. Lancer cleared his throat. "That does not explain why you decided to wear it into class, Mr. Fenton."
"It got stuck."
"It got stuck."
"Yeah. It won't interfere with class."
Mr. Lancer just ran a hand over his face. "I fear it already has. I'll write you a slip, just go to the nurse."
Sam and Tucker jumped up, tugging Danny with them.
"Thanks, man," Tucker said, taking the slip with a strained smile.
With that, the trio were out the door.
They stood out in the hallway for a long moment.
"So," Sam began. "How'd that happen?"
Danny just sighed. "It's a long story."