Yep, I really don't know what the word 'hiatus' means, do I? Well, I'm sick, so I figure I should get some leeway.

Anyway, this fanfic is based on a really awesome crossover/AU idea by Tumblr user zilleniose, which I will provide the link to in my profile as FFN for some reason doesn't want me to put links in chapters. Anyways, it's basically Danny Phantom in the world of Minecraft, with a few changes. End Portal instead of Ghost Portal, half-Enderman instead of half-ghost, and you get the gist. I thought it was a really cool idea and was surprised that no one else had written for it yet (as far as I can tell - so far it doesn't seem to have a unique AU name), so I wrote a quick and probably sucky oneshot. I'd love to write a longer story about this, but that will have to wait until I'm not juggling like five other fanfic ideas at once.

Also, this is my first attempt at a oneshot. Please let me know how it turned out.

I don't own Danny Phantom. I don't own Minecraft. I don't even own the idea of this crossover. Don't sue me.

Description: After an accident with his parents' End Portal, Danny tries to resume normal life and return to school. Of course, that's more easily said than done given that he's now half-Enderman.

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It had been a week since the portal accident.

A week since Danny had stumbled into his parents' prototype portal to the End, the dimension where the Endermen supposedly came from.

A week since the portal had turned on with Danny still inside.

A week since he'd fused with an Enderman on the other side, becoming something less (and more) than human.

And a week was not enough time for him to feel ready to go to school again.

Still, here he was, outside the doors of Casper Mining Academy, preparing to go in.

There had been no way around it. The physical injuries had all healed. He couldn't convince his parents to let him stay home unless he told them about the other things that had happened to him, the ones that hadn't faded away like the cuts and burns had. About the way his eyes changed colors, and he sometimes teleported, and most of all, the way he wanted to punch anyone that looked at him. He couldn't avoid it without telling his monster-hunting parents that he'd become the very thing they hated.

"Are you sure about this, Danny?" his friend Sam asked, careful to keep from looking straight at him. "We can always just skip class if you need another day."

He shook his head.

"At this rate, I doubt I'll ever be ready, and I have to come back to school sometime. Might as well get it over with," he said.

"Alright, but first, just let me - " Tucker said, fumbling in his pockets and pulling out a pair of sunglasses.

"Here you go," he said, handing them to Danny.

"What are these for, exactly?" Danny asked.

"Dude, your eyes glow purple. Like, a lot." Tucker said.

"And with sunglasses on, no one will be able to see his eyes," Sam said, catching on. "Good thought, Tuck."

"Okay, good idea," Danny said, slipping the sunglasses on. The world looked a shade darker, and his friends peered at his face, making sure his eyes were hidden.

"Okay, I think we're ready," Sam said. "Just remember to let us know if you need us to talk you out of something."

Danny nodded. They'd figured out that when he was being stared at, when that logic-less rage started boiling inside of him, he couldn't really talk much. Or think much. It was just one more problem to deal with at this point.

The trio walked into the school, with Tucker on one side of Danny and Sam on the other, shielding him from as many stares as possible. Still, he could feel the prickling heat of glances landing on his wrist, his shoulder, the back of his head. The anger rose naturally, as if being looked at was a legitimate reason to be outraged. Danny's teeth ground together and his hands began to shake as he tried desperately not to turn around and punch whoever was looking at him right in the face.

"You okay, man?" Tucker asked, his voice low so none of the other students they were passing would hear.

"Fine," Danny growled out. He could deal. He had to.

Sam loosely grabbed Danny's wrist and pulled him to the side, into their first classroom of the day - Mining History. Their teacher, Mr. Lancer, was already seated at his desk, and a few students were lounging at theirs.

Being in the classroom, especially with so few people, was better than being in the hallway. Danny let out a small sigh of relief as the sensation of people looking at him lessened and the rage dissipated some.

"Ah, Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer said, swiveling in his seat to face the trio. Sam and Tucker tried to shield Danny's body, but Mr. Lancer always insisted on making eye contact, and his eyes locked onto Danny. All the anger shoved to various corners of Danny's mind came together and focused on the teacher, and Danny was glad Sam and Tucker were standing in front of his arms, because they were shaking with the exertion of keeping himself from lunging at the teacher and attacking him. He could feel his eyes glowing, and it was a good thing that Tucker had thought of the sunglasses, because otherwise everyone else would be able to see them. As it was, a little purple light was leaking out and landing on Tucker and Sam's shoulders.

"Glad to see you're feeling better," Mr. Lancer continued. "I take it you won't be spending any more time around your parents' inventions?"

Sam's elbow to his gut forcibly brought Danny into the conversation.

"Right," he said, hoping it made sense in context.

"And I hope you're not planning on wearing those sunglasses in class," Mr. Lancer began, but Tucker started talking.

"Actually, Mr. Lancer, the accident kind of messed with Danny's vision - you know, screwed up his light perception and stuff. So he has to wear the sunglasses for a little while - because otherwise he wouldn't be able to see much at all, it would be too bright."

Mr. Lancer blinked, thinking.

"Very well then," he said. "But I expect that as soon as his vision is back to normal, he'll be coming to class without them."

Sam elbowed Danny again, and he nodded.

Mr. Lancer nodded at the trio and turned his attention back to the open book on his desk.

Danny's anger dissipated in the span of a few seconds.

The trio started moving towards the student desks quickly.

"I take it you'll want to sit in the back?" Sam asked.

Danny nodded his head. The drastically different nature of what he was now was fresh in his mind, as just moment ago he had wanted to attack his teacher for making eye contact. He didn't know if he could make it through class with people glancing at the back of his head.

The three slipped into seats in the very back row, up against the wall.

If just walking into the school had already been so difficult, how would he make it through the rest of the day? How would he handle lunch in the cafeteria, or gym class, or even the end of the day, when Dash Baxter usually picked on him? If the casual glances of a handful of people, or eye contact with one person, were enough to throw him into a nearly uncontrollable rage, how would he handle ever being around people? How would he have a life now that he wasn't even all human anymore?

"Danny?" Tucker asked. "You okay?"

Danny pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked at his friend, who was giving a concerned glance to the air a half-inch from Danny's face, careful to avoid making this day any harder for his friend. Danny could feel Sam's warm hand on his shoulder.

"We're here for you, Danny," she said.

Maybe he wasn't human. Maybe he was a monster, or at least half of one. Maybe he would never be normal again. But his friends didn't care.

"I know," Danny said.