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The world had a cruel sense of irony, in Danny’s opinion. The final field trip for his class, the senior class, was to a water park of all places. Meaning him and his icy-armed self was going to get stared at and asked if that was safe to go in the water or if it would melt in the hot tub or if it would freeze the pool or if it could cause ecto-contamination; it was going to a pain in the fucking ass. At least the bus ride there was going to be maybe peaceful, no one to pester him, meaning he can listen to music and relax. Maybe he’d be talking to friends and such, like pretty much everyone else, if he actually had any these days… or any that were allowed on the trip at least.
Tucker got an advanced placement into some tech school with a guaranteed job already lined up in cyber security or something so long as he also got a piloting licence on account of him being on multiple no fly lists; they guy couldn’t pass up on the opportunity even if it meant leaving Danny and all the ghost hunting behind, Danny was glad for him but it still kinda sucked. Sam’s parents finally had enough and sent her off to a boarding school in the uk, her retaliation for that involved multiple attempted murders and a burned down building so now she’s in juvie and destined for adult prison, her parents moved out of Amity shortly after. And it was weird, after they’d both been gone a while he kind of noticed that his life hadn’t exactly changed much at all… which made him seriously wonder how good of friends either of them actually were. Heck! He got into less trouble nowadays. He did still have a sorta friendship with Val though, except she wound up flunking out last year; she was doing the huntress thing full time now and part time security where her dad worked.
Then of course his parents always viewed him as either a failure or damaged goods, so that relationship was shit and nonexistent. Jazz was in university of course, she tried to keep in touch and talk to him a lot but she didn’t really have the free time to be consistent about it, especially with Danny’s hectic schedule. It didn’t help that last time she came back for a visit it had turned into a fight with their parents.
So yeah. He gets to be a loner for his last year and his last years trip. Which is all well and dandy by him. That is until a fucking truck hits the bus sending both flying through a ghost portal. Why the fuck is his luck like this? What is wrong with him? Ancient’s fuck.
Needless to say everyone starts screaming or otherwise freaking out.
“Did we just get hit!”.
“Why was a truck driving through an alleyway?!?”.
“I think my bag went out the window”.
“Oh zone are we finally going to die! After everything!”.
“Fuck! My phone!”.
“I fucking hate this town”.
“The one time it’s not a ghost attack it’s a drive by beating instead!”.
“oh shit! We’re in the zone!”.
“Ah fuck I think I dislocated my shoulder!”.
“Shit shit Shit SHIT!”.
“There aren’t any ghosts around are there?!?”.
“Oh zone, if we die here how will anyone ever find our bodies!”.
“Heh, think you become a ghost if you die in the ghost zone?”.
“GREAT GATSBY PEOPLE! CALM DOWN!”.
“Ow my foot!”.
“You're the loudest one here!”.
Anyway, for some fucking reason the truck drives into the bus again, sending the thing spinning and rolling through the miasma that is the ghost zone and it’s questionable gravity; everyone holding onto anything for their dear lives and just screaming more.
“WHY DOESNT THIS THING HAVE SEAT BELTS!”.
“WHY DID IT HIT US AGAIN?!?”.
“We so did not need a round two!”.
“EVERYONE HOLD ON!”.
“WE ARE!”.
“If my shoulder wasn’t dislocated before it sure as shit is now”.
The bus hits a land mass and bounces back up into the air before coming to land back down on the mass; the entire vehicle is goddamn sideways. Danny scrambling, using the seats to climb, and kicks open a window, sticking his head out and staring at the truck… the truck that’s aimed at them and getting closer and seems almost angry? He’d guess ghost truck but it doesn’t have an ecto-field or anything. It also doesn’t have a driver? Great. Just what he needed. A driverless maybe sentient bus is trying to either destroy the bus or kill them or maybe just kill him specifically ‘cause that’s usually the way it goes. Ducking back down through the window and shouting, “BRACE FOR IMPACT!”. At least everyone does as he says before the truck goddamn rams into them again, completely tearing the bus in half. A tree impales through the windshield, scaring the day lights out of the one person who did have a seat belt aka Mr. Lancer. The other half of the bus stops skidding from the impact when it hits a rock, snapping everyone around. Fucking everyone was going to have a case of whiplash at this rate.
Meanwhile, the truck lands on the land mass and begins driving at the back half of the bus, people fleeing out the hole away from the incoming vehicle. Considering this is the half Danny’s in, back seats for the win, he’s officially convinced the trucks after him; so Danny doesn’t run towards the front half of the bus like everyone else, but instead goes to the side. The truck damn near runs him over, it would have if it hadn’t gotten snagged by a box and flipped end over end; Danny skidding to a stop and booking it in the exact opposite direction.
“DANNY!”.
“I THINK THE TRUCKS TRYING TO KILL HIM!”.
“Because he separated from the pack and is alone? Or because it was always after him? You think?”.
“FUCK! I don’t know, Todd!”.
“DANIEL!”.
“THROW SOME FENTONWORKS STUFF AT IT!”.
Danny blinks while he’s running, that wasn’t a half bad idea, too bad he had nothing on him.
“MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU HAVE FALLEN TO MY BOX OF DOOM!”.
Oh fuck him. Why is that idiot here? Why can he just never get away from Boxy? The ghost of course, flies right at his terrified schoolmates, assuming he’s why they’re frightened, “FEAR ME!”. Mr. Lancer, in a badass move, violently tears off one of the buses mirrors and bashes the ghost across the face with it.
But oh dear heavens the shit show doesn’t stop there, the truck’s righted itself and is on the chase again with Danny fleeing for his half life because there’s no way this is a normal truck. Apparently the FrightKnight agrees as he just comes out of goddamn nowhere, attempting to slam his sword down on the truck, shouting, “YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!”. The truck speeds up, Danny runs faster, The FrightKnight gives chase, “THIS WOULD HAVE NEVER HAPPENED UNDER PARIAH!”. Danny turns around enough to give his knight some seriously judgy side eye; the truck swerve's to avoid a meteor from ol’ Frighty.
The truck smashes into him before evaporating into purple mist, leaving his crumpled body on the ground for all his classmates and teacher to run over to while freaking the fuck out. The FrightKnight just stands there sighing into his hand, shaking his head; he never thought he’d have to deal with a truck god from another dimension, this was ridiculous.
“DANIEL!”. “DANNY!”. “FUCK I THINK HE’S DEAD!”. “ᴰᴼᴱˢ ᴬᴺʸᴼᴺᴱ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᶜᴾᴿ!”. And that’s the last Danny hears.
The FrightKnight sighs again before looking at his majesties humans, glancing back to the pulverised bus, and back to the humans, “you lot”. Everyone jumps and eyes the tall frightening ghost, granted they also knew this ghost helped Phantom out a lot so… The FrightKnight continues, “Phantom would want you all safe, come”, and summons some of his horses and chariots to them. He could take them through Phantom’s Keep’s portal right back to the Mortal Realm, but his liege would need time to get back; back here and back in his own body.
Mr. Lancer sighs thankfully, “thank Shakespear”, looking to the class, “okay everyone! Let’s get Daniel on a flat piece of metal! Chelsea, keep up the compressions!”.
This was officially the most disastrous field trip in Amity Park’s history.
As soon as the class is sent on their way The FrightKnight finds Walker and delivers the less than great news that Danny just got abducted by Truck-kun into another dimension. Walker glaring and slamming a fist down, “you can’t just steal OUR KING TO FIX ANOTHER DIMENSIONS PROBLEMS! THAT IS AGAINST THE RULES! SO MANY RULES!”. Cue searching for a way to not only get their king back, but also punish Truck-kun, and maybe an entire dimension. This was not how Walker wanted to spend his day.
Danny snaps his eyes open and takes one big ass breath. Oh thank fuck that’s over.. except that’s not the green/purple sky of the ghost zone or the off-white of a hospital ceiling and the grass he’s laying on is definitely not ectoplasmic and he’s also pretty sure he’s in ghost form for some reason. Maybe he did fucking die and this is the afterlife after the ghost zone or some shit?
“Yes! It worked!”.
Okay at that Danny sits up with a jerk, eyeing the people near him. One’s a… cat person? One’s got fucking horns. The other two just look like people but in armour or olden style travelling gear?
“We finally have enough members to defeat the demon lord!”.
Did… did Danny just get fucking isekai’d???