A/N You may recognise an early idea from one of the fan-fictions I was inspired from. I won't spoil it, but it involves dying kids. You know, regular things like that.

So... Before we start, did anyone get the pun in the title?

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No?

Ok.

One: Ow! Wait, what?

Dash in particular was starting to notice something going on with fen-tonne lately. This was even weirder than early in Freshman year, when the kid would drop everything and inexplicably appear from places. Danny would skip classes on a daily basis, only to return looking like he'd died and come back to life. And he'd just casually waltz in like he wasn't a complete freak. This account was one of the first actually freaky things Dash'd seen Fen-turd do, even on accident.

It was a regular sport lesson. The students were gathered in the sport hall, playing tennis three on three. The sun shone brightly through the lower windows, which gave Danny, Tucker and Sam's team the disadvantage. Mikey was sitting out, watching them play from behind because of an asthma attack from the humidity. Tucker was up front with Sam, and Danny was in the back, readying for the ball and squinting through the sunny windows. All the windows mirrored the ones on the opposing side symmetrically. Team DST (Danny-Sam-Tucker) stood on the court, waiting for the next team to play a match with them. Despite the constant heat, Fentina hadn't broken a sweat for the entire day. That wasn't the ultra-freaky-weirdo part though.

Dash was serving next. Danny rolled the ball under the net. Dash picked it up, bounced it particularly menacingly, and served. As it so happened, a ball was travelling at the same moment at around the same height. So, when Dash's mega-serve hit the other ball, it smashed a window. Not just any window though;

The one Fenton and Mikey were under. Danny watched the ball fly over his head and leapt into action. He immediately pushed an astounded Mikey off of the bench, but in doing so, was caught under a shattering rain of glass shards.

He shrugged it off.

Bewildered for a moment, Dash watched Fenton not tend to his own cuts from the glass, but check if Mikey was okay. Dash looked at Danny ask the shocked kid, "Did any glass fall on you?" While Danny picked a piece of glass from his arm. Dash could've sworn the blood was a bit green. The sport teacher, who had seen everything except for whoever hit the tennis balls, rushed over to aid the students and call on someone qualified to remove glass shards from the court. Danny rolled his eyes and smiled at his friends as he walked to first aid with blood dripping from his arm. Most people knew Danny was a nice, quiet guy in class, and a little clueless, but he wasn't so quiet he didn't notice smashed window shards sticking from his upper arm, was he?

That was half of the weird part.

The next day, Fenton was actually in class on time and didn't skip a single lesson. It was a little colder today so most people wore jackets and jumpers and sweaters, including Danny. You'd think that with this guy's reputation, he'd skip the school day altogether because of yesterday's accident, but no. In one of the last lessons of the day which happened to be English with the one and only Mr. Lancer, it started warming up and the windows were opened for fresh air. Practically every student had no jacket on save for Danny. Most people suspected it was because of the glass- after all, it did look like quite the painful scratch so he'd probably have bandages or a scar or something.

Actually, it was quite the opposite. As the end of class grew nearer and nearer, Fen-toenail removed his jacket. Instead of scar tissue or blood or bandaids or bandages or anything, the guy's arms were bare like nothing had happened. Mr. Lancer must've seen Danny with his cuts yesterday, because even he almost spat his coffee out onto his desk. How did he even do that?

Guess Freak-ton was a bit freakier than he thought.