I'm really sorry, I have no excuse, really.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...And...that's why I went missing for two days!" Danny chuckled nervously.

"...What..the hell, man..." Tucker sighed.

"Even I could tell that wasn't even the whole story." Jazz scoffed.

"Yeah man, what's the problem?" Sam asked.

Of course Danny had left out parts of the story... Like the part about Fright Knight... And about him running away and being... completely miserable... And all the work he had to do after he woke up.

Some secrets were worth keeping.

"Uh, guys...I think there's something you need to see.." Tuckers voice was filled with something that Danny couldn't make out.

Danny's phone beeped on his bedside table where he had left it earlier, seeing as he doesn't use it very much. He heard the familiar sounds of Sam and Jazz's phones over the headset as he rolled off the bed and slid his phone off the table, before promptly crashing to the floor.

"Really, Danny? Are you just falling your way around the house?" Jazz sighed.

"...maximum effort..." Danny mumbled, his head resting painfully on the hard floor.

Tucker sighed over the headset again. "Never mind your laziness. A problem has worked it's way around to us all on its own. Check your phones, you are not going to believe this..."

__DP_

Dash sighed, pushing his phone back inside his pocket once again.

No calls, no texts, nothing...what was the point of trying to be with this girl if she doesn't even bother to make an excuse for not showing up? Another evening wasted waiting for Paulina to show up for a movie, and Dash wondered blandly if the girl thought that it would not start until she showed up. Well it doesn't matter now, it ended twenty minutes ago.

Dash sighed and stood up from his high bar stool. "Sorry I stayed so late this time, Matt... I'll pay extra next time for keeping you up..."

The blue haired boy behind the counter shrugged as he continued eating his bucket of popcorn. "Meh, the money doesn't matter to me. The pleasures all mine watching you fail miserably with your bitchy bitch of a girlfriend. She's a bitch, by the way." The working teen snickered in amusement, lifting another handful of popcorn to his grinning face.

Dash sent a half-hearted glare at the makeshift bartender, before sighing sadly. "I have to try though...," he said.

Matt snorted through his mouthful of popcorn. "Yeah, and look where that got you... She ain't worth half a penny, and unlucky for you, you got her for like, a dollar!" Matt cackled loudly as Dash rolled his eyes.

"Why are you enjoying this so much?" Dash shook his head. Matt shrugged, pushing up his glasses. "I dunno, not like I wanted to. Just got caught up, I guess."

"We've done this to ourselves for about a week man. If you didn't wanna 'get caught up', why would you keep up with this?" Dash asked.

Matt scoffed. "How else would I get free popcorn, hello..."

"Crawl back inside your cave, you prehistoric idiot."

"Yeah, whatever. I just love seeing you wallow in your own misery. It's...it's so beautiful..." he fake sobbed, before frowning. "Actually... I really think its only for the popcorn..."He rubbed his chin in thought.

"When will you stop being such an asshole to me?" Dash snapped.

"As soon as you stop being such an asshole to everyone else." Matt quipped. "You might think you'll be able to boss around everyone who you think is weaker than you, but you need to realize that power is more than strength. The 'nerds' who you shove into lockers will be the same people who decide whether or not you have enough money to feed your family in the future. Those so called 'losers' in music class, they will be the ones to become international pop stars. The same 'freaks' you see making their own art that you put down so much, their open-mindedness will go down in history. But you... you won't even be mentioned. You'll just be pushed back, far far back into the memories of each and every person, and you...You'll be nothing."

Matt chuckled darkly, his glasses glinting in the low theater light, a harsh smirk gracing his face. Dash took a step back, and narrowed his eyes at the weird teenager.

"O-Okay...I guess I'll be leaving then..." he stated hollowly. Matt's dark demeanour instantly disappeared, and he smiled brightly, as if he didn't just spout a rant from nowhere.

"Feel free to stay again next time you get ditched by your bitchy girlfriend! I'm always up for some destructive criticism!" he smiled.

"Don't you mean constructive criticism?"

"Nope!"

Dash's phone beeped.

"Oh, Oh! Opportunity!" Before Dash could react, Matt had snatched his phone, scrolling through the notification list.

"The phone is beeping, let us see, is it Bitchy girlfriend calling thee?" Matt said in a weird voice. Dash looked slightly hopeful until Matt laughed. "Alas, from Bitchy girlfriend it is not. It is from 'Nerd Mikey', aaaand... I.. can't.. rhyme anything with that, so yeah, here's your phone."

Matt shrugged and tossed the scowling boy his phone back.

Dash caught his phone with a sneer, glaring at the nineteen year old, and then checked his phone. Dash frowned, wondering why and how Mikey was texting him. But then again maybe he (like Dash) had the numbers of every student from school, just so he knew who not to answer when they called. If that was the case, then it must be desperate if Mikey was texting him, and he could be in danger.

Dash opened the message and raised a blonde eyebrow as he saw it was a multimedia attachment. Dash rolled his eyes and played the video, which came around to six minutes long. But as the video played, Dash's eyes widened and his face filled with confusion.

_DP_

"Can I go get something from my locker?" A slightly hurried voice asked.

The camera focused on a black haired teen who walked past a few desks to make a hasty exit through the classroom door.

A second voice (the person recording perhaps) spoke not a second after. "Can I go to the bathroom?" The camera followed the previous student outside the door.

The camera gave view to the hallway, which was completely empty, despite the person who left merely seconds before. "What... where did he go?" The recorder muttered. "Now I gotta catch up..." he grumbled, and the scene paused, before resuming at a different scene.

The gray stone of the low front wall at the front of the school obscured most of the screen.

"He's still hunting them..." an angry voice said lowly.

"The warden admittedly does not like you. He will stop at nothing until he has even you locked away in his hold."

The camera shifted up over the wall, giving a grainy view of Danny Fenton with his back facing the camera. Standing in front of him was a black haired teenager wearing a green shirt and a black leather jacket.

"Well that's not gonna happen. Get the others. Meet back here later, we're taking him down." Danny said, turning back to the school.

What little of the other teens face that wasn't blocked by his hair showed a frown. "Why not come now?"

"You know I have school." Danny sighed.

The teen's body language became tense. "You need to remember that you are not human anymore-"

"What?" Mikey whispered.

"-situation will only get worse. You have no need to be here."

Danny growled and turned back around. "Know your place, Fright." Fright sighed.

"Fine. How long will you stay here, sir?"

"As long as I want, Fright. I'll take what's left of this and enjoy it while I have it."

"But-"

"Later, Fright." Danny's exasperated sigh was barely audible.

"Yes, sir." the teen said, and as he turned around, the camera showed red trails where his eyes shifted across the screen. The camera quickly dropped back down behind the stone wall.

"Oh crap, he almost saw me!" Mikey panicked quietly.

The camera shook in place for a moment, then moved clear of the wall again.

No one was there.

The video glitches and a view full of sunlight hits the screen until the camera auto adjusts itself, revealing a view of Danny, Tucker, and Sam sitting under the shade of a tree eating lunch.

"I mean, I had such a wild weekend. And after what I told my parents, I don't think they will let me out of the house ever again. But I'll just sneak out anyway." Danny sat next to Sam, with Tucker on the other side of him.

"Hey what did you tell them anyway?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. What excuse did you use?" Tucker scoffed.

"I told them I got kidnapped and escaped and stole a wallet and all the stuff that fits into that category!" Danny smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, cause we totally expect you to tell them what really happened..." Sam muttered.

Tucker put on a contemplative look. "Well, it could be sorta like a fake half lie. If you ask me nicely I'll tell you exactly how to do it." Tucker hinted badly.

Danny rolled his eyes. "I'll buy you an extra large super ultra mega meaty Nasty Burger."

"Yes!" Tucker accepted. He leaned over and whispered his idea to Danny.

"What is up with this guy?" Mikey mumbles.

Danny grimaced and sat up.

"How am I supposed to tell my parents that I got kidnapped by a obsessive woman who turned me into a vampire? They would kill me! Or at least try..." Danny shook his head.

Tucker smiled ruefully. "And do me a favor. Never, ever, and I mean it, never eat at school Danny."

Danny grinned, and suddenly he was behind Tucker.

"No promissesssss..." Danny hissed as him.

Tucker slapped his hands away. "Dude! Get away from me!" he said, freaked.

The camera suddenly flips into the air and lands on the ground at an angle, no longer showing the trio and only the sky and part of a bush that Mikey was apparently hiding behind.

There is muffled shouting and what seems to be hissing off screen and a shadow leaps across the screen yelling, "EVANGELINE!"

There is the sound of struggling, and a loud thud.

"GO!" Danny's voice yells.

The camera is picked up pretty fast after that, showing Mikey's pale face and in the background, for a second Danny is seen pinning a demonic looking woman down to the ground.

The camera immediately shifts away in a blur as Mikey starts running.

His panicked mantra of "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-!" is barely heard over the wind.

The video cuts off there, with the screen frozen on a swirl of colors as the camera passes the sky.