I saw a picture on Pinterest for DP and it inspired me to write this story! Also Riot by Three Days Grace inspired me! Enjoy! I don't own DP! Mistakes are mine!


Two words!

STUPID GHOSTS!

I literally caught SO many ghosts tonight...There's Boxy, Skulker, some ecto-puses, Boxy, Desiree, Johnny 13, Boxy again, some formless blobs, and you guessed it! The Box Ghost!

So here I am entering my own house, specifically the basement, at one in the morning on a school day! Well, my parents aren't going to be happy about that. Hope they're asleep.

"Inviso-Bill!"

Or not…

Whirling around, I came face to face with an ecto gun. Looking up from criss-crossing my eyes to see the weapon drawn on me, I saw my mom. She still had her blue jumpsuit on like she had stayed up all night and her red goggles were over her eyes.

Dang...Well, now going invisible won't work!

"What are you doing in my house!" I could tell it was more of a demand than a question, but I had to answer her.

"Um…this is your house?" I tried for acting clueless(just because I don't notice some things doesn't mean I'm clueless!) but I don't think she believed that.

"Quit the innocent act!" She shouted out, "I asked what are you doing in my house!"

"I'm emptying my thermos," I answered honestly.

Mom just fingered the trigger of the highly-technological gun in her hands like she didn't believe me.

"I'll ask one more time!" She aimed at my chest where my famous insignia was located. "Why are you in my home?"

"Oh I don't know," I spat sarcastically while waving at the portal. I was getting tired and I had school to attend later that morning. "Maybe because you have a portal to the Ghost Zone that I can throw these ghosts into that are in my thermos right now! And you didn't ask the exact question!"

"Honestly! Stop trying to look like a good ghost! You're just acting! All ghosts are evil! Ectoplasmic scum!" She raised her voice before I interrupted her.

"Yeah, yeah." I boredly repeated her words that she has said a million times before. "Ghosts don't have emotions, ghosts don't feel pain, etc."

"You!" She glanced at the thermos I was holding. "What are you doing with the Fenton thermos!"

"Well," I retorted, "I was using it to capture the bad ghosts!"

"More like you stole it!" I groaned with annoyance.

"Oh yeah. I definitely stole it!" I replied sarcastically, "I'm the good guy!"

"Where's Danny?" She questioned in a threatening tone. If only she knew!

My glowing eyes swept over to the left and to the right as if I were searching for someone.

"I'm right here," she stared in confusion until I smirked.

"Not funny Phantom!" Mom pushed the front of the ecto gun into my chest right above where my heart is.

"Well," I had to still be smirking, "My name also happens to be Danny."

"Phantom!" She warned me, "Where is my son?"

"Um…" I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. How am I going to explain this? "Black hair, blue eyes, about my height?"

Maybe I should tell her...

"What did you do to him!" I got ready to charge my gun.

Or not...

"Why do you keep assuming that I'm evil!?" I groaned in frustration while rolling my bright, emerald eyes. Now she's going to think that I overshadowed myself!

"Why you!" Her gun gave off a quiet hiss before a beam of ghostly green energy zoomed towards me. I reflexively twisted to my right to barely avoid it. Before I knew what was happening, more shots were going off around me and I had to avoid all of them.

The bad thing?

I forgot that I had gotten hurt during my fight with Skulker. I attempted to do a handstand and then a flip when I heard a crack in my left wrist. I fell to the floor and rolled to a stop with my back to a wall. Before I could gain my bearings, my mom stepped up right in front of me.

"Stand up!"

I painfully moved to stand up. When I had stood up, I straightened up to my full height of five foot five. That means that I'm slightly shorter than my mom. Before I could say something, I was slammed into the wall of the basement.(that's where we were)

Pain blossomed throughout my body and I let out a muted scream. Moving my white-gloved hand over my chest, I pulled it back with a worried gasp.

Ectoplasm.

My ectoplasm.

As soon as that entered my mind, I quickly leaped from the floor and bolted up the stairs all the while dripping green non-stop.

Taking them two at a time, I rushed through the living room, up the stairs to the upstairs area. Running to my bedroom, I gripped the door handle and practically wrestled with it to get it open.

I was quickly losing ectoplasm. I had to hurry because it was turning back to human blood.

Sprinting through my room after I had managed to get the door open, I stumbled onto a chest that held some of my space plane models. I then accidentally hit my desk where my incomplete homework from the day before was. I tried going to my window to fly out of it when I weakly slipped. A bright flash of light flew over my body to leave me as Fenton. That was NOT a good thing!

I ignored the excruciating pain that flared in my chest when I pushed myself up so that I could leave. Taking a deep breath, I didn't look back as I went intangible through the floor.


There we go...Up next, Maddie!