Continuation Of The Vision:

continuation of The Vision:

good lird. the PARALLELS between leo and danny. do you understand. do you understand how cathartic it would be to find out that you're not the only one who (nearly) doomed reality to an extradimensional being hellbent on pure destruction and (nearly) got everybody you loved brutally killed over a single mistake you made because you committed the horrific crime of…*checks notes* being a teenager who didn't want to go full-speed gung-ho into full-time heroing/leading and instead just wanted things to go back to normal so your loved ones would no longer have reason to be mad at you. do you understand. except WHOOPSIES you have now ensured that those very loved ones will now be the first to go! except you can save them if you give it everything you've got and then some! except not really because the odds are just too slim! except not really because a time traveler smacked you upside the head and gave you those precious few moments you needed so all that bad stuff doesn't really have to happen, or someone broke the laws of time and space to put you back where you belong, or both! do you understand the catharsis of learning you weren't the only one and neither of you are blamed by your friends and family, so maybe, just maybe, you don't have to blame yourself either. and you both quip the pain away (and also just to get a rise out of people). do you understand. i am metaphorically gripping you by the shoulders DO YOU UNDERSTAND

i also think all the teens would play online games together :)

I might be the only one snickering about it, but I couldn't stop thinking about this all night

Donnie actually knows what it's like to be torn apart molecule by molecule

Oh childhood… How fast you go by. Needed some Turtle Tot Disaster twins in my life….

Thinking of this as one of those classic ‘Danny accidently went through a Ghost Portal to another dimension and is now stuck there’ situations.

Splinter told him he could stay as long as he can get the boys to nap since they seem to like him (especially Donnie and Leo).

Chapter 1: Beginning of an End

For @sheabeeprime and @uniasus for this year's @phicphight !

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The thing about Fenton is that he’s not…..subtle. 

Star thinks about this as she watches him struggle with his locker. Kwan’s just about to offer to help—she can see it in her peripherals—before Fenton groans, looks left and right (completely missing them loitering across the hall directly behind him) and sticks his hand into the locker. 

He’s fiddling around with the lock, trying to unlock it, instead of doing the completely reasonable thing and just. Grabbing the thing he wanted to grab. Why bother with the lock at all if he’s just gonna stick his hand in anyway?

She and Kwan share a look at that. Kwan scratches the back of his head, looking around to see if anybody else could tell him what to do, before settling on her pleadingly. 

She sighs, shaking her head and closing her eyes against the headache that she feels coming on. It’s Senior Year. You’d think after 3 years, Fenton would get better at hiding, not worse. 

But then again…it did take the majority of Casper High a year to even realize something was wrong with the boy.

She thinks about that, before correcting herself. There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s just….not all right either. She shakes her head, walking off to the nearest classroom door. It’s early in the morning so the halls are still relatively empty. Star and Kwan are only here because of morning practice. 

She wonders, idly, why Fenton is so early. He’s usually late, but then again the ghosts have been getting better about leaving him alone these days. Fenton’s lost those wretched eye-bags he kept carrying around like Paulina and her prada bags. 

She opens the door softly, placing Kwan in front of her and placing her hand on his broad back, as if pushing him out. She slams the door behind her, pushing Kwan who blessedly goes with it. 

“Star! What’s the rush?” Fenton jumps, yanking his hand out and inadvertently tripping the locker open. 

“We’re gonna be late to practice.” She says, primly. 

“Alright alright, oh, hey Fentino.” Kwan chuckles, as they pass by Danny. 

He flinches, picking up the books that spilled out. “Hey, Kwan. Star.” 

He starts pulling at his sleeves, always long sleeved nowadays, but no sleeve is long enough to cover the scars that litter his wrists and fists. She gives him a sweet smile, staunchly ignoring the way his answering nervous smile has too many teeth. 

“Morning Danny. See you later.” She stops pushing at Kwan to pull up beside him. He takes her hand, squeezing it gently as they make their way down the hall. Just before they turn the corner she sees Danny stare at his hand in fear. He flexes it, and she notices that it has claws, before they disappear and he breathes out a shakey sigh.

“It’s getting worse, isn’t it?” Kwan says softly. She looks up at him, and his sad far away stare. 

She doesn’t want to answer–doesn’t want to face the truth of it. But this is Kwan.

“Yes.” Of all the A-listers, she’s the only one that seems to be on neutral terms with Danny, and the only one who see exactly how many times it’s been a close call. 

His hand squeezes hers, and the rest of the walk to practice is deathly silent. Because what can you say to that? Nothing. 

She squeezes back. 

Dash, now a Junior, has had a Realization. Fenton does not weigh nearly enough.

He was doing his usual thing, picking on the dweeb but toned down because he's Maturing With Age, when he decided to pick Fenton up. Just to make fun of him for being short, that was all.

But Fenton weighs practically nothing.

Fenton wriggled out of his grip and scurried away with his friends, but Dash couldn't stop thinking about how...concerning. That was.

Dash starts looking up nutrition.

Starts paying attention in Health Class.

Starts watching cooking channels to learn how to cook.

Starts making more food than he can eat, balanced nutritionally for Fenton, and sitting menacingly in front of the dweeb until said dweeb ate the whole thing.

Starts stalking up behind Fenton and shoving snacks into his backpack, with whispered threats against his wellbeing if he didn't eat them.

Dash, over the course of his Junior year, becomes the school's most terrifying fitness coach the student body have ever seen.

And he charges everyone for his services; except Fenton.

He's decided forcing Fenton to be healthy is his new, socially acceptable way of bullying him.