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...and by popular demand, it's based on a recent NovaShot.
Tears From Heaven
A Danny Phantom ScripFrenzy by Cori
FADE IN
INT. A ROOM FILLED WITH BOOKSHELVES THAT STRETCH FROM FLOOR TO A CEILING THAT IS SO HIGH IT IS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE TO SEE. THE CENTER OF THE ROOM IS ILLUMINATED BY A SINGLE READING LIGHT, SHOWING AN EMPTY, OLD-STYLE READING CHAIR ON A RUG AND A STRANGE, CIRCULAR KEYBOARD-LIKE DEVICE.
GHOSTWRITER sits at his keyboard, staring at the small screens that surround him. Silence stretches as he watches.
GHOSTWRITER
(barely whispering)
No, no, no, no, no...
GHOSTWRITER stands up and moves around his room in a panic, coming back to stop by his keyboard and stare in horror at the screen.
GHOSTWRITER
I can't believe this is happening! How stupid can humans get?
A door slams open and SKULKER stalks in.
SKULKER
Ghostwriter! Where are you?
GHOSTWRITER
(glaring)
I'm over here, you idiot. Have you seen what's happening?
SKULKER
Oh course I have. The entire Zone is acting like prey.
GHOSTWRITER
(scowling)
Excellent. A Zone full of idiots.
A horrifying, echoing scream can be heard from outside. GHOSTWRITER shivers.
SKULKER
(looking around at stacks of books)
You're smart, aren't you?
GHOSTWRITER
(arching an eyebrow)
I suppose one could assume that.
SKULKER
So?
Silence falls in the room for a long moment.
GHOSTWRITER
So what?
SKULKER
What do we do about it?
GHOSTWRITER stares at SKULKER in astonishment. SKULKER crosses his arms and glares.
SKULKER
Apparently you're not that smart.
GHOSTWRITER
(peeved)
I'm plenty smart! My brain could run circles around yours... froggie.
SKULKER pulls out an ectoweapon and points it at GHOSTWRITER.
SKULKER
Say that again. I dare you.
GHOSTWRITER says nothing. SKULKER does not lower his weapon.
SKULKER
The ghost council is calling for someone to stop the drain. They're offering a reward I am going to claim.
GHOSTWRITER
What does this have to do with me?
SKULKER
You don't know how to stop it?
GHOSTWRITER
(glaring)
Of course not! Do you think I'd let... this... happen if I knew how to fix it?
SKULKER narrows his eyes, then lets out a snort.
SKULKER
It doesn't matter. You've got the thing so I can see the whelp.
GHOSTWRITER
Whelp?
SKULKER
The half-human brat. I'm sure he's already busy working to solve the problem, the pitiful 'hero' that he is. I'll just do whatever he's doing.
GHOSTWRITER bristles and backs up, putting himself between SKULKER and the circular keyboard.
GHOSTWRITER
You're not touching my things!
SKULKER charges the ectoweapon. It whines painfully loudly and starts to glow.
SKULKER
Move.
GHOSTWRITER
It won't work for-
SKULKER doesn't let GHOSTWRITER finish his sentence. A blast illuminates the room momentarily and GHOSTWRITER is thrown across the room. Books tumble off the shelves, covering GHOSTWRITER's smoking form. SKULKER stalks over to the keyboard and settles into the small chair - his body comically oversized.
SKULKER
How does this work?
SKULKER pokes at the keyboard, then scowls and slams his fist into it. He gets up and storms over to the pile of books, pulling the nearly unconscious GHOSTWRITER into the air.
SKULKER
(demands)
Tell me how it works.
GHOSTWRITER
(blearily)
No. It won't work for you anyways.
SKULKER
Why not?
GHOSTWRITER
It's my keyboard.
SKULKER is silent, glaring at GHOSTWRITER. He walks over to the keyboard and thrusts GHOSTWRITER into the chair, pointing his weapon at GHOSTWRITER's head.
SKULKER
Make it work.
GHOSTWRITER
What if I don't want to?
SKULKER
Then I'll blast you to pieces and go find someone else to help me.
GHOSTWRITER stares at SKULKER, then slowly turns back to the screens of his keyboard.
GHOSTWRITER
What do you want to see?
SKULKER
The whelp. Show me what he's doing right now.
GHOSTWRITER
That's not how it works. I can't just show you anything. In order to see something on the screens, I need to be able to interact with it. I need a character to write about.
SKULKER
Use the whelp. Make him solve the problem.
GHOSTWRITER
But I don't know how to solve the problem! I can't take him over and have him save the world if I don't know how to do it either! If you want him to save the world, I have to leave him alone.
SKULKER
Then use the whelp's father. He's not important.
GHOSTWRITER sighs and turns back to the keyboard, ignoring the whining glow of the ectoweapon pressed against his head.
GHOSTWRITER
Fine. What should we have him do?
SKULKER grins.
SKULKER
Have him put those two wires together and see what happens.
GHOSTWRITER shrugs and begins to type.
EXT. AMITY PARK. HOUSES GLISTEN IN THE BRIGHT SUNLIGHT, PEOPLE ARE BUSY IN THE STREET DISCUSSING THE BEAUTIFUL FRIDAY AND THE UPCOMING WEEKEND. THREE TEENAGERS ARE SITTING ON THE STOOP OF A BRICK HOUSE WITH NEON SIGNS AND A LARGE METAL STRUCTURE ON TOP.
DANNY is laughing and playing a game of rock-paper-scissors with TUCKER. SAM is lounging backwards, staring up at the clouds.
DANNY
Rock beats scissors.
TUCKER
Not if they're ghost scissors!
DANNY
Ghost scissors are lame. You still lose.
TUCKER
You can't call losing because of 'lame'!
DANNY and TUCKER glare at each other for a moment, then turn as one to SAM.
DANNY AND TUCKER
Sam!
SAM
(sighs)
It's a Fenton rock, Tucker. You lose. Suck it up.
TUCKER pouts. Danny grins and pumps his fist in the air.
DANNY
Who's the man?
A huge explosion rocks the block, sending the three teenagers tumbling to the ground. DANNY jumps up first, staring at the greenish-colored smoke beginning to trickle out the basement windows.
DANNY
Be right back. Going ghost!
DANNY is surrounded in a glow of white light and he disappears, being replaced by PHANTOM. PHANTOM vanishes as SAM and TUCKER get to their feet.
INT. BASEMENT OF THE FENTON HOUSE. SMOKE IS OBSCURING ALMOST EVERYTHING. THE LIGHTS HAVE BEEN BLOWN OUT AND THE SCENE IS ONLY ILLUMINATED BY THE EERIE GREEN GLOW OF THE PORTAL.
PHANTOM appears in the smoke, coughing as he looks around for his parents.
PHANTOM
Maddie? Jack?
PHANTOM lands on the ground and takes a few steps forwards, shivering and noticing that frost is starting to form on the tables. His breath starts to plume in the air.
PHANTOM
Are you two okay? Hello?
A form becomes visible in the mist, unconscious and lying on the ground. PHANTOM stops and kneels down next to his father.
PHANTOM
Jack?
PHANTOM shakes the unconscious figure. He stands up and takes a step away to search for his mother, but stops when the temperature plummets further and the smoke takes on an acrid, poisonous scent.
PHANTOM
(quietly)
Maddie? Mom?
Glowing, green liquid starts to seep into view. It is hissing and steaming as it burns through the thick metal floor. Bubbles are bursting and sending billows of freezing acid into the air.
PHANTOM takes a step backwards, his eyes widening and a hand coming up to plug his nose. He looks around desperately, searching for his mother, but the liquid is approaching faster and faster. Waves are beginning to form and race towards the unconscious JACK.
PHANTOM
(shouting)
Mom!
PHANTOM picks up JACK's body and moves backwards away from the glowing ectoplasm. It takes only a moment before PHANTOM is forced into the air.
PHANTOM
MOM!
The liquid rises faster and faster, quickly chasing PHANTOM out of the basement and into the air. He sets JACK on the roof and dives back into the basement to search for his mother, but he is met by the thick, pudding-like liquid beginning to seep onto the first floor. PHANTOM reaches out to touch the liquid, but pulls back when he gets burned. His hand is red and painful.
SAM AND TUCKER
Danny? What's going on?
PHANTOM turns towards the front door, suddenly remembering his friends.
PHANTOM
Sam! Tuck! RUN!
The ectoplasm races forwards, burning and bubbling against the walls and things on the floor. PHANTOM takes to the air, racing up towards the roof to grab JACK. He is just getting JACK into his arms when he hears screams of pain.
PHANTOM races towards the edge of the roof and stares down in horror. SAM and TUCKER have been overwhelmed by the wave of ectoplasm and are dying, screaming in pain.
PHANTOM jumps off the roof and flies down to them, but they are dead before he can reach them. He manages to pull SAM's burned body from the liquid, but he can't hold onto her for long before the liquid sticking to his friend's body burns his hands and forces him to drop her.
PHANTOM
SAM!
People are screaming and running in terror from the waves of freezing, acidic liquid. PHANTOM hangs in the air for a long moment, watching in horror and fear as dozens of local people are killed. Tears tracing down his face, PHANTOM turns back towards the roof and goes to collect JACK.
INT. GHOSTWRITER'S LAIR.
GHOSTWRITER
(incredulous)
That's what you were hoping would happen? Make it all worse?
SKULKER
Well, we got the whelp's attention.
GHOSTWRITER
(quietly)
That's for sure. Although you realize that little hole is now a huge hole.
SKULKER
(shrugs)
Ah well. That'll just raise the reward.
GHOSTWRITER
(incredulous)
The Zone is being drained through a hole into the human world. We're all about to be destroyed... And you're working about a reward?
SKULKER
(scowls)
Keep typing, prey. Your character isn't dead yet.
FADE OUT
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