Ok so i normally dont use swearwords except 'shit', but if its like 'superhipermegashit' it equals 'fuck', ok?
In this chapter theres only one swearword, i swear.

  Dash speedwalked accross the hallways of the school. Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom. It echoed in his mind. Almost therrrre. He rounded a corner and spotted the doors a few meters from him. He really needed to go and the teacher had let him go the moment he asked. He grinned, advantage of him being a star player on the football team. He got unlimited free passes. Although he didn't always use them for the bathroom, the teachers didn't know that.

   He grabbed the handle of the boy's bathroom and pushed open the door. He took a step in and a scuttle could be heard. Dash paused for a second before continuing and blaming it on his imagination. His ears weren't that great after so many knockdowns and punches to the head. A disadvantage to being star player.

   The jock quickly scanned the doors. One was closed. The red mark of occupied showed on the lock. That was weird. It was the middle of class and few got let out of class like he did. Besides, everything was silent. Dash shrugged. Some dude probably locked it and climbed over the door. Dash grinned, he would do that later. It was funny and he always wondered how the cleaning crew got it unlocked.

   Dash opened the door next to the locked one and, not even bothering to lock, let it slam. He lifted the lid......and stopped when something appeared in his vision. He frowned and crouched down to look at it. It was liquid, seeping from the stall next door through the one foot space from the floor to the board of wood separating the two stalls. Dash squinted, it was red and it was glowing. He scrunched his nose. And it was smelly.

   He reached out his hand. Just when his hand was about to touch the thing when he paused. A green light was reflecting off of his hand. He yerked. The red water was glowing green. Is that normal? Dash shook his head. It was probably some chemical from the cleaning ladies.

   The blond pushed open his door to give him some space. He kneeled down and peeked under the stall in the other one. He saw more red, green glowing liquid. He also saw a big bump. Not sure of what it was, Dash leaned in more and squinted.

Whoa!, he yerked back, eyes wide. The thing moved. He leaned back in. He saw... he saw.... a hand!!

He slowly stood up and backed away from the cursed bathroom stall. Wide-eyed, his head turned and searched, as if he was expecting someone to see him doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. His eyes finally rested back on the door that hid...whatever it hid. Dash shook his head. He wasn't afraid. His mind immediately searched for an explanation.

   It was just some person with a cut finger. Or it was a human-sized doll and the maids had spilled some chemicals accidentaly. Or what was that that his little sister had. She said something about losing blood and that it was natural. She said it happened to all 15-year-old girls.

   He pursed his lips. Maybe he should tell one of the teachers. He stopped and laughed. The mere thought of running to a teacher like a little crybaby and telling him about it was ridiculous. He chuckled and froze when he heard a groan comming from the stall. It's not a doll. It's not a doll!!!!

   Dash took a step forward and hesitated. His curiosity won over when a more plausible explanation seeped into his simple mind. One of his buddies probably beat the crap out of one of the losers and he came here to lick his wounds. The jock grinned, accepting this as the truth. He put down the toilet lid in his bathroom stall and stepped on it. His head poked over the wood and he peeked down. The blood left his head, mirroring his thoughts of leaving the bathroom and never seeing the sight he was staring at now.

   The first thing he noticed was the glowing red liquid. Then the bandages covered in said liquid. And a bunch of clothes drenched in the liquid. And a boy clothed in said clothes. Wait... a boy?

Dash leaned in closer, trying to recognise him. It...it was. He gasped and pushed himself away from the wall. He slammed against the other wall and his hands shot out for a grip. When he couldn't find it he fell hard on the ground. He lay there awquardly. His legs still on the toilet and the side of his face resting on the cold floor. Dash barely felt the pain though because he was too busy staring wide eyed at the bump next door. The bump he knew now to be none other than Danny Fenton.

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Dash breathed in deeply. He stared at the mirror. A pale blond haired boy stared right back. The boy's face just as shocked at his.

"What do I do?" Dash asked the boy. His reflection didn't answer. It looked just as lost as Dash felt. The jocks eyes darted treacherously to the locked door next to his reflection. It seemed to be mocking him. Haha. Dash is afraid of a bit of blood. Dash is gonna run home to his momma.

   Dash growled at the mirror. "I'm not scared" he wirled around and stomped purposefully to the bathroom stall. He paused by the door. What if someone came in suddenly? What if they saw?

   The blond wasn't sure what he didn't want anybody to see, but a paranoic fear gripped him. As if he was about to do something he shouldn't. He whirled around and ran to the door of the bathroom. It had a lock but no key. He frantically searched for anything to put in front of the door. His eyes finally rested on a closet door at the end of the stalls. That was where the cleaning crew left all their cleaning things. He dashed to it and wrenched it open. He saw what he was looking for and snatched the broom out, taking a few bottles with him which clattered on the floor. He ran back and placed the broom by the door. Let's see. How did they do this on tv.

  Dash fitted the hairy side under the handle and pushed it in firmly. He stepped back uncertainly and slightly proud. He turned and walked towards his stall, hoping the broom would hold. He entered his stall and stepped on the toilet again. He climbed on the white water dispenser. He swung his foot over the wooden board that separated the two toilets. The blond pushed himself over to the other side quickly, afraid that if he stayed on any longer, it would break.

   Dash stood on the white toilet of Fenton's stall, his eyes were closed. He gulped. He wasn't scared. He peeked through one eye. His breathing accelerated. He opened both of his eyes. Mesmerized by the green glowing blood coming from a halfstitched wound on the stomach of Fenton. Dash swallowed. It looked creepy. What was he saying. It looked absolutely gross. The wound seemed deep. The skin around it was charred and burned. Fenton's hands, one resting next to the wound and the other holding a large needle, lay limp and covered in blood. His shirt was also soaked. It lay crumpled on the side. Dash figured that Fenton had used it to stop the bleeding, which must have worked because it wasn't pouring out or anything. Dash tore his gaze away from the unconscious teen and unlocked the door. He pushed it open and jumped from the toilet to the outside. He turned and crouched by Fenton. Sure, he had seen blood before. He beat up enough kids. But never this bad. He just beat them for fun and to show them that he wasn't a weak blondie who's brother is so much better. He never went for the kill, though. He wondered if any of his buddies had done this. And if so, then how?!

   Dash shook his head. All this thinking was giving him a headache. Right now, he had to figure out what to do with this injured and almost dead kid in the bathroom. He bit his lip and looked at the thread coming out from the halfstiched wound and ending in a needle. Should he...?

   He growled and made to stand up. Why did he care of what happened to stupid Fenton. Dash should just walk away, it was probably the loser's own fault. He paused and looked at the boy's face. He sighed and sat down next to the body. He couldn't. He didn't know why, but he couldn't leave.

    As Dash fought with himself, Danny twitched. Green eyes opened before they faded to the crystal blue that identified to Danny Fenton. He moaned and Dash yerked.

"Whoa!! You're alive"

Fenton squinted and looked at the blurry shape in front of him. Where- what-

He groaned as the pain set in from his side. Dash's eyes widened as he looked at the seemingly resurrected boy that squirmed in pain in front of him. What should he do?

   Danny scrunched his eyebrows and looked down at his stomach. His eyes cleared as memory came back to him. They drifted to the needle in his hand and he took a deep breath. He pinched his wound together and gritted his teeth as he slid the needle in. Tears collected in his eyes as he passed the tip to the other patch of skin. Dash paled even more as he saw what the boy was doing. He felt lightheaded as he watched the tip of the needle appear from the skin. Fenton grabbed it and pulled the rest out. He kept pulling until all the thread had passed through. The wound closed a bit more. Dash choked in his own air and fell to the ground. Danny, who was about to pierce himself again and had completely forgotten that another presence shared the space in the bathroom with him, yerked and looked at Dash startled. The jock lifted his white face and stared at his beat up punching bag.

   Dash couldn't believe it. The dude just stuck a needle in his own flesh without hesitating. Now that he thought about it. The wound was already stitched. He looked at the wound and suddenly noticed something he was to occupied to notice before. Other wounds. Wounds that had healed a long time ago. He found scars. There weren't that many, but the ones he found seemed to have been pretty serious. Not that he knew much about injuries...ahem. Dash also found something he never expected to find on this wimpy kid. Muscles. Barely there, but visible. Enough to pack a serious punch. Why did he never do anything against the bully?

   Dash stared slack-jawed at the boy and the boy stared back. Danny looked around at the bathroom stall he was still in, then his eyes found his wound and they finally landed on his long time bully, who looked like he had seen a ghost. He chuckled, feeling lightheaded and dizzy. It was half true.

   Dash's breath hitched. This idiot lay on the ground with an open wound and he was laughing. That was beyond creepy.

"Fenton?" Said boy furrowed his eyebrows in fear of what Dash would say, "What the fuck is happening"

Danny winced. He looked down at his lap. The shock of seeing Dash had made him forget about his injury for a second but now the pain came back with revenge. His vision blurred. The halfa looked up at the jock. "Don't tell anyone" he rasped.

Dash's shocked expresion was replaced by a scowl, "What am I supposed to tell if I don't even know what is happening!!"

   Danny closed his eyes tightly at the shouted words. He felt consiousness wanting to leave him again and fought for it. The ghost he had fought had come from far deep in the ghost zone and had found a portal by accident, thus ending up in Amity park. The ghost had been surprised by this new development but decided to try out his powers here. He seemed to get a kick out of scaring the humans and by the time Phantom arrived, the therapist already had five patients. Pretty strong too. Slightly different powers. The ectoblasts seemed to be mixed with elctricity. Phantom had finally been able to capture him, but at a cost. Most injuries had disappeared already but the deep ones always took longer and maybe left a scar.

   Dash noticed that Danny was slipping away and he rushed forward. He shook the other boy's shoulders in panic, "Fenton! Dude! Don't fall asleep! What do I do. You can't leave me like this!!"

  Dash rejoiced when Danny's eyes opened but they closed soon after and the injured boy went limp. Dash was hyperventilating. What should he do? Just go? Someone is bound to find him. But for how long. The wound started bleeding again thanks to the jock's rough handling and Dash was worried. How long can the kid last?

.....why do I care?, Dash was shocked at his train of thoughts, WHY do I care?!

   He looked down at the wound. He was dumb but he knew a burning hole in the stomach isn't the result of any bullying. He had enough experience to know this was the work of a ghost.

   Dash looked at Fenton's face. It was scrunched in pain and he was sweating. A sliver of simpathy wormed its way into the jocks heart. Dash recognised that expression. It was the same one his dad wore after being carried out of a wrecked building. The ruins were caused by a ghost. Phantom had shown up just in time to get him out alive along with a few others. Unfortunately, that was as far as his father got. At least on foot. He now lay in the hospital in a comma after suffering from a hit to the head and many other deep injuries.

   With his dad gone, Dash's brother took the responsibilty of the family. He was better than Dash. Dash wouldn't be able to take care of his dog. He shook out of his memories and took a decision. He grabbed the needle from Fenton's hand and brought it to the wound.

   His hand shook. His face was pale. Much to his horror, his mind conjured up a picture of how the boy had made a stitch. Dash pinched the skin together. He swallowed and...plunged the tip in the flesh. Hyperventilating, he tried to carefully bring it to the awaiting hand on the other side. Fenton flinched but otherwise stayed still. Dash pulled the needle out. His hand was shaking horribly and he was sweating profusely. He closed his eyes tight. The blond tried to compose himself as he felt bile come up his throat. He would not puke. He would not puke. He took a deep breath and made another stitch. And another one. And another one. After what seemed like hours but were probably just ten minutes, Dash reached the end. Now what?

   He decided he had to try to make a knot. He passed the thread through the stitch before and tied it. He cut it with a pair of scissors he'd found next to the still unconscious boy.

   Dash leaned back and breathed deeply as if he'd just ran a marathon. Then something horrible happened. Something truly appaling and awful.

The bell rang.

The blood left Dash's face and he looked at the door. Behind it, the sounds of kids leaving class and rustling about could be heard. Dash quickly checked to see if the broom was still in position and made a quick scan of the room.

   The floor was splashed with the weird red and glowing liquid that Dash knew now was Fenton's blood. Fenton himself was half in half out of one of the stalls and the ground around him was littered with a few bandages. Fenton's T-shirt was as bloody as Dash's hands.

   He panicked and propped all the bandages in Fenton's backpack, not even bothering to clean them of blood. He rinsed the shirt with water and washed the floor with a towel he'd found in the closet. He looked at Dan- Fenton for a moment before cleaning the boy's chest and stomach after rinsing that towel. He lastly washed his hands and pushed the injured boy in the stall. The handle of the bathroom door had already moved three times during this ordeal and Dash figured it wouldn't be long before someone called a cleaning maid to open it. He rushed forward and snatched the broom away, quickly throwing it in the closet along with the wet towel and closed it. He rushed in Fenton's stall and locked it. He slumped and sighed in relief. He then placed Danny- no!....Fenton on the toilet so that he had more space to stand. Hew as NOT getting emotional with the nerd now.

   And none to soon as the door was opened and someone came in. Dash paled. What if someone saw anything. What if they found out he had helped Fenton!! His whole reputation will go down the drain!!!!

   Whoever was in the bathroom went in another stall and did his business. He flushed and running water could be heard. Dash heard a bit of muttering and then a door closing. He sighed in relief.

   Four more people came in and left without any problems. They were almost caught once when Fenton moaned and stirred slightly. The dude outside paused but left eventually. The bell rang. Dash was trying to recover from the heart attack he almost had as Fenton kept moaning.

   Then his eyes opened. Danny looked around in wonder. Why was he sitting down on the toilet? His wound!

   He looked down at his injury and was shocked to find it stitched. It was messy and sloppy but it was stitched. He was clean too. He looked up and gasped when the jock appeared in his sight. Dash had his eyes closed and his head buried in his hands. He was breathing deeply and shook a bit.

"Ummm...D-Dash?"

   The jock's head snapped up. He looked at the conscious boy in front of him with wide eyes.

   They stared at each other for a long time. Neither saying anything.

Danny repositioned himself and shifted nervously. Had Dash stitched him? Had he seen his blood? What was happening? What should he say?

"Umm...so uuhh....nice weather we are having, right?"

Dash stared at the boy in shock. He opened and closed his mouth a few times until all the questions had built up so high he couldn't hold it in anymore. He burst. "Fenton! You better explain yourself right now!! I don't understand what's happening here!! Did a ghost attack you?! Why are you so calm?!!! And why were you stitching yourself up in the bathroom?!!!??!"

Danny flinched at the onslaught of questions and finally covered Dash's mouth when the questions got to loud. "Alright! I'll explain. Just shut up, will you?! Someone might hear"

Dash looked at Danny and waited. He watched as Danny got more and more nervous. "If you don't answer me right now! I will go out there and get someone to give a detention or something."

Danny paled. "Okay!!! I was fighting a ghost!"

Dash stopped, "I knew it!"

Danny sighed. "Yeah, I was fighting a ghost and it hurt me and I came here to patch myself up. And yeah....."

Dash frowned. That was a halfass excuse if he ever heard one. He lost his patience with this loser. He leaned forward and growled in Fenturd's face threateningly. "You. Will. Tell the whole story. Right now!! Or I swear I will go out and tell everyone how you lay here like the loser you are bleeding half your body's blood out"

He backed up and rested his back against the door. He crossed his arms and waited.

Danny racked his brain. Telling Dash he was Phantom was out of the question. He quickly spluttered out a story. "Ok so my parents are ghost hunters, right? So they're training me to become one too"

Dash furrowed his eyebrows but nodded anyway.

Danny swallowed and put up a confident mask to cover his scared one. So far so good. "So I've been fighting ghosts for some time, but today got slightly out of hand. My parents weren't there and I got hurt and if I tell them, they're gonna ground me so bad so I tried to fix it here so they don't know and please don't tell anyone."

   He was blabbering now, but he hoped Dash would take it as nervousness. That he would take it as not wanting Dash telling his parents. That Dash wouldn't take it as a sign for the fact that Danny was lying.

Dash narrowed his eyes but nodded, much to Danny's relief. "But why have I never seen you fighting ghosts with the Fentons?"

"Ummm...I'm what you might call an 'agent in training'" Dash raised an eyebrow so Danny quickly 'explained', "Because my parents don't want me to come out in public yet because....ummm they don't want other people to know. You now, there might be problems like ...the place that takes kids away or somehing might get involved and I might be taken away from my parents and....stuff"

Dash cocked his head "You mean 'The Child Care Center'?" He shivered. He had lots of problems with those people. "Ok.... Danny"

Danny smiled slightly at the name.

Dash continued "Ok. I guess I believe you. But.." he added after seeing Danny's relieved face, "I'll be keeping an eye on you"

Danny smiled, "Can it be a silent eye?"

Dash huffed, "Sure. It'll be a silent eye. But if I were you and didn't want to be found out, I wouldn't lay around in the bathroom bleeding half to death. If I hadn't come..."

His eyes widened and he quickly rushed out of the stall. Danny knew what was happening and his laughter followed him to the stall next door.

Dash had completely forgotten why heh ad come to the bathroom in the first place.

So here it is!!!
I know its not much but i got a good one stored. Its gonna take some time but itll be worth it. You just wait.
More action and death and stuff.
Bye, peeps