Phantom Gallery: A Narrative Fiction

Wes and Danny decided that they would go back to Wes's place to work on the project. So the two of them walked in heavy silence to the Westons' apartment. Wes tried to initiate conversation multiple times, but Danny usually only responded with simple answers, unwilling to talk to the red-headed boy. Soon enough, they reached their destination, and Wes showed Danny to his room. He let Danny walk in first, who promptly froze in the doorway. “Uh... Danny?” Wes said, “Are you okay?” “I think the real question is if you're okay.” “What?” Wes said, thoroughly confused. “I mean, sure, I have some ghost stuff in my room – but that's only because of my parents. This... this is another level of unhealthy.” Ghost stuff? What was he talking ab – oh,

Danny shrugged, sitting on Wes's bed, “Don't bother.” He suddenly broke into a grin, “I mean, at least you got my good side.”
L I N E B R E A K Ten days later, and Wes still hadn't pulled down his 'Phantom Gallery' as Danny had dubbed it. Sure, it was mortifying for when he had unexpected visitors, but Wes wasn't willing to let his personal embarrassment get in the way of his precious research. He and Danny ended up getting a D on their history project. Danny had a long week hunting ghosts, and Wes... well, Wes had a long week hunting Danny. Unfortunately (or fortunately for team Phantom), Wes's evidence hadn't progressed in the slightest since the dragon attack in the cafeteria. However, an encounter with ex A-Lister Valerie Grey on October 5th leaves some unanswered questions in his head. “Hey, um, Weston,” Valerie approached him at his locker, “can I talk to you during

“It's killing me knowing that I've been attacking an actual human for the past year. And even though you're kind of a dick, that's better than a coldblooded ghost with absolutely no morals bent on the destruction of humanity.” “Is this some sort of prank?” Wes asked. Valerie broke from her ranting, “What do you mean?” “You think that I'm literally Phantom. Like, half-ghost and all?” “I know that you're Phantom. Come on, Weston, I'm not as thick-headed as the rest of Amity Park. When people started comparing you to Phantom, you tried convincing people Fenton was Phantom instead as an alibi. But I know the truth, you can trust me. I mean, we've allied probably about five times now, and you're not someone I particularly want as my enemy now that I know who you are. So is there anyway you can find it in your heart to forgive me?” “Forgive you for what? Look, Valerie, I don't know what you think is going on, but I'm not Phantom. I'm telling the truth, it's Fenton! If you want to confess all your sins to someone, go blather to him.” Valerie growled, “Stop playing dumb!” “I'm not! I literally have no clue what you're talking about!” “Then why'd you meet me up here? If you're not Phantom, why'd you come to talk to me