Chapter 1: Danny - The Fenton family road trip goes wrong….. Again.
Seven hours. It's been seven, terrifying hours stuck in the car, with my dad driving. Normally, a trip from Amity Park Minnesota to New York City would take almost a full day; but with my dad behind the wheel, it takes only seven hours. Jazz and I are in the back of the Fenton family assault vehicle, or the Fenton RV for short, clinging desperately to one another for dear life (as always), or in my case, after life, considering my half-ghost counterpart. Long story short, never walk into a dark, unfinished portal to another dimension in your parents basement, unless you want to become your town's new hero involuntarily.
I'm jolted from my thoughts as the RV comes to a screeching halt, throwing me and Jazz to the floor.
"ALRIGHT KIDS! WE'RE HERE! The 51st semi-annual super-paranormal convention!" Dad yells excitedly. I just roll my eyes. He's been talking about this "totally radical and insane convention" since the tickets went on sale.
'Great,' I think to myself, as my dad struggles to find a parking space wide enough for our anti-ghost-weaponized RV. 'A whole convention worth of people who want to dissect me molecule by molecule.'
Pulling myself up I leap into the front seat where mom and dad are. "Hey, uh, mom, dad? Do I really have to stay at the convention this afterno-"
"Ah, Danny-boy! Here, take this box out of the Fenton RV, will you?" Dad says, shoving a box full of Fenton ghost catching equipment into my arms. "You never know what'll pop up at a convention about ghosts… So it's better to be prepared!"
That's it; I'm officially trapped. And here I was hoping to get maybe an hour out of the RV before I had to deal with a whole convention of people raving on about ghosts and unicorns and other mythological creatures that are supposedly real. Though, it's not like I can disprove them, if anything I only make their arguments stronger. But a boy can dream, can't he? I can only hope to find a booth or table about space creatures and hang out there while my dad is eyeing down every person in sight with his "Fenton Ghost-Gabber" to try to find a ghost. Anything to stay away from him while he's doing that.
I let out a big sigh as I accept my fate and as carry the overflowing box carefully out the the RV. An hour of unloading the RV and another two of either being unwillingly caught up in talks about the supernatural or avoiding crazed ghost hunters, we are finally done unloading the entirety of the RV, excluding luggage and things for the hotel.
After several attempts of my dad trying to bribe me with ghost-hunting devices (and fudge) to stay, I finally manage to convince my parents to let me go to the hotel that we're staying at to check in and go to the room. Getting outside, I throw my hands in the air, stretching out.
"Freedom at last!" I yelled, as I take a running start toward the direction of the hotel. Of course, I never am that lucky. As if a chilly breeze blows through I shiver and gasp as I see my breath. "Great, another working vacation…" I say annoyed, as I run around the building next to me and into the nearby alley to transform into my ghost form, Danny Phantom. Although, nobody from Amity Park seems to acknowledge me as such. Shaking off those thoughts, I fly back into the convention center while invisible, with a good idea of who might be showing up. As if on cue, I can hear the panicked screams of people with no real idea of who stands in front of them or how much of a threat he is.
"BEWARE! FOR I AM THE BOX GHOST!" I hear a familiar voice say. All I could do was facepalm at this point.
"Hey, Boxy! Shouldn't you be back in Amity Park?" I yell to him, making myself visible. My voice has an echo to it, and in the large room it was even more defined. While most people were still running a few decided to stop and take pictures, and to be honest, I didn't really care. At this point I just wanted to go back to the hotel room and rest for a while.
"I AM NOT CONFINED TO THE AREA OF ONE TOWN! JUST LIKE HOW YOU CAN NOT CONTAIN THE ITEMS OF-" He looks to one of the box's under his 'power', as if you can even call it one."GHOST CAPTURES INC, IN A SINGLE BOX!" With that he tried to throw the contents on the box's at me, but going intangible I just sigh as they pass harmlessly through me.
I stare back at him, a hint of annoyance and disdain on my face. I would consider leaving the Box Ghost to my dad and just getting out of there, but knowing him, he'd make a worse mess than the actual ghost would. Pulling the thermos out, I uncap it and aim it effortlessly at him.
"Why don't you just pack it up for the night!" I say as the bright beam of light pulls the box ghost into the thermos, and I cap it back up with a small smile on my face. "Heh, get it? pack it up? Because, you know, boxes?" I say looking to the semi-terrified crowd before I hear the sound of the Fenton bazooka starting up. "I'll, uhm, take that as my cue to leave." I say, before flying out through the ceiling.
I can only faintly hear my dad scream after me, "I don't care why you followed me here, ghost boy, BUT I'LL GET YOU! And when I do, I'LL RIP YOU APART MOLECULE BY MOLECULE!"
"I'm looking forward to it," I say as I fly off towards the hotel, sarcasm dripping from my voice. As I near the hotel, I think I see a flash of red in the sky out of the corner of my eyes, but turning to look, nothing is there.
"Great…. Now I'm starting to see things…" I say to myself. Maybe Sam was right; maybe I really do need a vacation from Amity Park, what with all the ghosts, Vlad and Valerie hunting me all the time, and not to mention Dash and school on top of it all. Landing in the alley behind the hotel I transform back into Danny Fenton and make my way inside to check in and go flop on the first bed I see in the penthouse room. Before I close my eyes, I see black figure, flying off into the distance. Perhaps, after a nap, I should investigate these other flying figures.
CHAPTER END
