Hello everybody! How do you do? This is my first FanFic! I know that might turn some people off to reading but, take a chance, who knows, maybe you'll be surprised! Without further ado I introduce to you the first chapter of 'Going Ghost'. I do not own Danny Phantom...If I did you could be hella sure it'd still be on! Anyways...
Chapter 1: Unaware
"Not again." He muttered to himself as a faint wisp of cold air escaped his mouth. As Danny turned around, floating just above the city he called home, he saw a small scurry of people fleeing from the post office.
He flew down to it knowing just which nuisance he would find inside.
"I am the Box Ghost! Beware my evil scheeemes!"
"Don't you have anything better to do? I know I certainly do." The young halfa said lazily as his hands began to glow that familiar ghostly green.
The box ghost, now fully surrounded by hovering boxes began to throw them at Danny one by one. Danny, of course, easily dodged each one either by turning intangible or by shooting an ectoball at them.
"Really?" He asked, annoyed yet somewhat amused at the sheer ignorance of some ghosts.
"You will regret ruining my boxes, young ghost boy!"
"I highly doubt that." Danny said, pulling out his Fenton Thermos and absorbing the annoying and harmless ghost into it.
The familiar green glow that encased the surroundings of whatever ghost was attacking Amity Park slowly dissipated and Danny flew out of the store, knowing full well this little run-in had made him late to meet his friends.
He flew faster than his usual speed, not wanting to hold the gang up too long. He dove down to the park where he spotted his friends and morphed back into Danny Fenton, behind a tree.
"Dude, what took so long?" Tucker asked, sitting on top a picnic table, his feet on the seat next to the familiar goth girl.
"Let me guess, Box ghost?" Sam asked before Danny could get a word in.
"The second time in two days." Danny said as he took a seat across from Sam who was sipping on a soda and flipping through the Amity Park Squealer. "Anything good in there?" Danny asked with raised eyebrows when he saw what his friend was reading.
"Not much, just the usual 'Ghost attack at City Hall', 'Evil ghosts attacking Casper High for the third time this Week', yadah yadah." She said closing the now boring newspaper.
"Tell me about it," Tucker started, "I linked my PDA to give me alerts whenever a new ghost story came out and it beeped so many times I almost got caught in class with it." Tucker said as he got off from the table and sat next to Danny.
Sam looked over at Danny to ask what his thoughts were when she saw how concentrated his expression had been.
"There have definitely been more attacks than usual, even for Amity Park. Before the Box Ghost, I had to fend off the Lunch Lady and Skulker." He said, with somewhat of a frown on his face.
"I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe the ghosts are just getting bored staying in the Ghost zone for so long." Tucker said as he played a simple game of Doom on his PDA.
"Yeah Danny, I'm sure it's nothing." Sam tried to reassure him, seeing that he was still concerned.
"I guess you're both right, besides, the more ghosts there are the more time I have to practice my new skills." He said, smiling to himself as he remembered how last week he had been able to develop a snowball in his hand.
Interrupting his reverie, Sam said, "We better get going, we already missed the first showing but we can still catch the second.", referring to the movie that the Box Ghost had made them late for, Night of the Living Wardrobe.
"Yeah, let's get going." Danny said.
"Mind if you give us a ride? We left our scooters at home, thinking we had time to walk." Tucker said.
Although he didn't say it with an accusative tone, Danny still tensed a bit when he heard that he had messed up their plans once again.
Catching the slight change in the boy she admired so much, Sam said, "No worries though, seeing the scenery from above is way better than walking through it."
Danny smiled at Sam who readily met him with a smile in return.
"Let's go." Danny said, after looking around to make sure the coast was clear and morphing into Danny Phantom. He grabbed his two friends' waists, turned invisible and flew off in the direction of the Cineplex.
Little did they know, they were not going to see a movie at all that night.
To Be Continued
*I can promise you that, now since I've written however many chapters for 'Going Ghost' that it does in fact get better the more you read. Each chapter I've learned something new and I know I judge a fic by its first chapter and I'm asking you to pretty please not do what I do ha. Please feel free to review! I would absolutely love to know what I'm doing wrong & of course right ;).