Team Phantom Armageddon
Chapter One: Up until now
This story takes place two years after Hey Cuz. Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Valerie are High School Seniors. All four of them are 18. Danni is a sophomore with a boyfriend named Artie. Jazz is off to college, and will not be in this story.
Danny's Perspective:
I sat alone in my room on a dark and stormy night. My girlfriend Sam is gone for the weekend, visiting her aunt Karen. I was looking through my memory book. It contained pictures of all my friends and memories. For instance, it had the ticket stubs from a movie Sam and I had gone too. That night was our "almost date" which lead to…well, it started a long story. The result was that Sam and I finally got together.
The phone suddenly rang, startling me.
"Hello, this is Dan Fenton," I blurted, hoping it was Sam.
"Hey Dan, this is Mike, Mike Stanton," a familiar voice called. "Remember me? Everyone called me Mikey back at Casper."
Mikey had been a fellow geek. He had left Amity Park about half way through our sophomore year. I can't remember where he lives now.
"Hey sure, umm Mike. What's up?" I asked.
"Still living in Terra Haute," he responded. "No ghosts or ghost kids here."
Yeah, Mikey, I mean, Mike, knows my secret. He knows about Danni too. He caught me changing into Phantom when Poochie (the ghost dog) reappeared. He was cool about it, and kept both of our secrets.
"What else?" I said.
"Finally lost some weight," he crowed, "and got myself a girl. Her name's Cricket. Really. We got together last summer."
We talked a few minutes about his school. He was hoping to get into Rose- Hulman, an engineering school after graduation. Then he asked about me.
"How about you, Dan?" Still going with Samantha?" he inquired.
"Yeah, we're still together. I'll probably propose around the holidays. She does the Hanukah thing, of course. She's already got into Iowa State. She wants to major in Ecology."
"How about you, then? Are your grades good enough to get into college?" he requested."
"My grades are A's and B's now. Little Sister and I split the superhero thing, and we have a whole team to fight ghosts. Sam is tutoring me, too. I'm trying to get into I-State too. I might even do the same major. She's got me into the environment now."
"Isn't Jazz in college?" he entreated.
"Yeah, she's a junior at Northwestern. She wants to be a Child Psychologist," I replied.
"How about Tucker?" he asked when I paused for a second.
"Still friends with Sam and I. He's still going with Val Gray. He's waiting for acceptance to be an I.T. manager major at ITT Tech in Ft. Wayne."
"How about Val, then? What's she going to do," he interrupted.
"I dunno," I drawled. "Maybe work for her dad's security firm here. Sam and I'll move in together after we graduated. She gets a big chunk of change this year. Y'know, inheritance and all that. We'll buy a house together. We'll buy one in Ames if I get into Iowa State."
"Are you still as skinny as ever? I'm jealous of course," he laughed.
"Well, I'm still short, but the ghost fighting is paying off. I'm actually buff, at least that's what Sam says," I replied, a little embarrassed.
"Cool, so how about Princess Paulina?" he mocked.
"Knocked up, father unknown," I chuckled. "She went to a party with some college guys and got drunk, I hear. You can guess the rest."
"Wow," he exclaimed. "The legendary figure is now gone. Oh, how about Dash?"
"Dash messed with the Tech geeks once too often. They did a Revenge of the Nerds thing. They turned over video tapes of him bullying to the Athletic Director." I confessed. "I hear they got that Poindexter ghost involved."
"Naturally, Danny Phantom never caught the ghost," he snickered.
"I never really saw him," I protested. "Anyway, Dash got chucked off the sports teams for first semester: No football for him. Now he's scared to bully any body, and so are the rest of the jocks."
We talked a few more minutes, but then he had to get off. Too many minutes on the cell phone, I guess. I went back to the memory book. Funny, but there were no ghosts tonight. In fact, I hadn't seen one in two weeks.
Speak of the devil. A familiar ghost in bibs appeared in my room."
"Beware," Box Ghost warned. He promptly collapsed on my bedroom floor. His body was badly torn, and he was leaking ectoplasm everywhere. So much for an easy night.
"Who did this to you?" I demanded. Geez, B.G. is a pest, but he didn't deserve this.
"Madame Macabre," he whispered, and passed out.