I made a thing when I should have been writing CoaSP... (shrugs).

Warning: PTSD and mentions of death

Timeline: The ending of the episode "13"

And with that, let's begin!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. All rights go to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. Please support the official release.

[i][i][i]These Imprints on My Skin[i][i][i]

They were staring at him. He could feel it, and it wasn't just the crowd around him. Sam's and Tucker's were on him too. Even so, it wasn't the staring that bothered him. Their looks were nothing at this point compared the nearly crippling nerves shaking his shoulders, fingers, toes, and just about every part of this body to the point that he was surprised he didn't look like a vibrating mess.

Danny bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to ground himself, even as his skin crawled from the rubbery feeling stretching over his skin.

"Bye Danny! Have a nice day at school! Make us proud Fentons, son!"

The Fenton RV boomed away, leaving only Danny standing there, shuffling nervously. Hundreds of eyes watched him, waiting for something to happen.

Only two of them looked at him with a mix pity and apprehension.

"Danny…" Sam started to say. Her throat sounded dry.

He interrupted her quickly, "I know, it's…" Blue eyes cracked open and looked down at the hazmat suit, "Just… please. I brought another change of clothes to change in to. I…" Danny gripped his backpack tighter, not really able to put his mushed up feelings into words.

Tucker started to say something, maybe a reassurance. Who knew? A large arm wrapping roughy around his shoulder and a brutish voice interrupted their conversation, unwelcomed, unneeded. Danny looked up at Dash with dread.

"Hey Fenton!" The bully said with a smirk, "Nice outfit. Joining your family of freaks?" When Danny didn't respond, Dash whacked him hard across the back with enough force to send him sprawling on the ground. As Danny's friends came rushing to his aid, Dash only chuckled with his teammates, the sound ugly and cruel.

"Be careful Fenton," Dash called back, as he and his groupies started filing into the building, "you don't want to get your pretty white outfit dirty, huh?"

His group disappeared into the school, but the bully's words were heavy on Danny's heart.

Danny bit his lip, and, after brushing off bits of grime and dirt, stared at his black gloved hands (he didn't want to look at the endless, pale white). They were familiar yet oh so different from Phantom's. Same shape, same size, but he guessed the different color and lack of energy brought an entirely different feel to them. Unlike the feel of a second skin he had come to know, these felt unnatural, weird, and just plain wrong in a way that made something deep inside him sick. It took all his self-control not to whip the things off his hands and throw them as far, far possible as he could and then some.

The rest of the white and black hazmat suit fit similarly. The feeling of wrongness, even more so.

"I thought the suit disappeared when you went in," Tucker suddenly said. Sam swatted his arm, but Danny knew she was just as baffled. Her inquisitive purple eyes asked silent questions.

Danny shrugged and trudged forward, just wanting to get the day over and done with and get rid of his pressure in his chest and the never ending nerves prickling in his brain and the shivers crawling under his skin and-

"It did." Danny mumbled, his fingers clenching at the backpack, "Dad had... multiple of them."

The nerves passed through all three of them in a way. Tucker and Sam with flashing memories of screams blaring in the back of their minds. Danny, the feeling of electrocution and the brief numbness that made bile burn in his throat. It threatened to rise and overcome him, amplifying his already overactive nerves and infecting his chest with that not so long ago memory of numbness.

It wasn't until they got to Danny's locker did Tucker mutter, "Oh."

Danny snorted, not really looking at them, "Yeah...oh."

They didn't speak of the hazmat suit again.

It turned out that Danny had forgotten to pack the extra set of clothes in his bag. He would later find them on his dresser, neatly folded by his mother after he had left them thrown haphazardly on the couch earlier in the day.

And so with no alternative, Danny Fenton spent the school day in his death day suit.

AN: Word Count: 707 (Not including intro, outro, or title)

Critiques are loved! Tell me what you liked, disliked, or thought was just plain too weird. All comments are loved and appreciated, critiques even more so.

I just had a thought while reading a fic, "If Jack and Maddie had tons of hazmat suits, why didn't they have tons of them for Danny and Jazz?" And so this was born out of the ending of "13." Huzzah for angst!

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed. See you next time!

~LunagaleMaster