Don't worry. Everyone Is Clueless is not over, and neither is Calvin and Hobbes: Growing up. I just have writers block for the stories, it sucks. Sorry, but here is something that has been on my mind for a while now.
By the way, the Billy Joel concert was the absolute best. I cried when he played my favorite song. NO HATE! APPRECIATE!
Eh. Danny Phantom isn't mine. Even though if it was, it would still be going on. Onto the story!
Danny giggled at the television. He was watching a morning cartoon with his seven year old sister. Tom and Jerry was the best!
He five year old howled with laughter as Tom got hit with a frying pan from the tiny brown mouse. Jazz just looked at with a bored expression. "How can you like this junk?"
Danny sent a playful glare her way. "The little mouse is beating a cat even though the kitty should win! Plus the kitty is blue!" he grinned, referring to his favorite color.
The red head rolled her eyes, looking back at the screen. She wanted to watch Blues Clues or something. Though, it was peaceful with out the yelling of their par-
"Kids! Come down to the basement!" they heard their father scream at the top of his lungs.
Both of the Fenton children groaned when they heard Jack Fenton's voice boom throughout the house. They knew it was their parent's stupid obsession with ghosts- which don't exist.
Danny hopped off of the couch first, running to the door which leads to the basement- sorry, lab. It's a lab. The raven-haired kid spread his arms out and made airplane noises, acting like a tiny black plane. He opened the door and happily hopped down the steps. Jazz followed with her arms crossed, still angry that they had to do something with ghosts.
The little boy hopped the last step and ran up to hug his parents. "Hi Daddy! Hi Mommy!" he smiled and waved. "Why did you call us down here?"
Jack was practically jumping with an expression like whenever a little kid gets a lollipop. "We finally got the ghost portal to work! If our calculations are correct, we should be able to tear a rip into the ghost dimension!"
Maddie nodded. "Jack is right. We wanted the whole family to witness the greatest thing ever achieved in science history!"
"Mom, Dad, I already told you, ghosts don't exist!" Jazz yelled.
Maddie frowned at her. "Jasmine, we told you. They do exist, and this machine is going to prove it.
The large man in the HAZMAT suit grabbed two cords. "See, little Jazz-erincess, when we plug this in, this hole in the wall will burst into green energy, also known as Ecto-Energy. That is what the ghost realm is practically made out of.
"You see, the Ghost Zone, what we like to call it, has no gravity, according to our studies. If we were to go in there, we would all float and have the ability to fly," Jack explained, oddly having some wisdom in his voice. "The ghosts there feed off of the energy in the realm, granting them their ghostly abilities to go invisible, turn intangible, and fly with gravity."
He cleared his throat. "Ghosts need to return to the Ghost Zone often if they ever get a chance outside in the human realm. They would slowly start to dissipate if they didn't have the ecto-energy needed to after-live."
Danny blinked. He hadn't expected that to come out of his father.
Maddie gave her husband a thumbs up, signaling him to plug in the cords with each other. She woman pressed a few buttons before Jack plugged the two cords. Everybody in the Fenton household held their breath as the Ghost Portal sparked.
Danny's eyes widened when a few green sparks flew everywhere. The portal made a whining sound, like if a car was being turned off.
"I… I don't understand!" Jack mumbled with wide eyes. "All of our work… for nothing? It should work!" he yelled, balling his fists.
"I knew ghosts didn't exist..." Jazz grumbled before heading upstairs to grab something to eat.
Maddie looked at Jack in sorrow. "Don't worry honey, we probably made a miscalculation. Come on, we have to bring Jazz to her friend's house. Danny, come back upstairs and lock the door, alright?"
The raven-haired child nodded as his he watched his dad walk back up the stairs, his mother trying to comfort him.
Danny looked back at the portal. What if ghosts did exist? They could fly- like a spaceman! The little five year old heard the front door shut loudly. Jack had probably slammed the door. (A/N I am portraying the Fenton'sas bad parents. They left their five year old at home for Pete's sake! The Fenton's are kinda stupid, except for their two children. Especially when they leave a little kid all alone with dangerous chemicals.)
The little boy looked over at a box near the portal. Is that why it didn't work? He walked over to it and moved it to the center of the room.
He opened the box to find two HAZMAT suits. One Jazz's size, and one his size. He pulled the one that looked like his size out and looked at it.
The suit had black gloves, collar, belt, and boots while the rest of it was white. There was also a large Jack Fenton with a cartoon face in the middle of it.
Danny thought back to his parents. They always told him to be safe in the lab, so they always wore HAZMAT suits. He wondered if the suit would protect him if he got a closer look at the portal. He ripped off the Jack Fenton Logo and threw it in the garbage can. It was stupid. He unzipped the back and took the rest of his clothes off. He put the suit on and zipped it back up. The zip seemed to disappear, which Danny didn't pay any mind to. He was too focused on the portal in front of him.
Danny didn't know why, but the portal seemed to draw it's attention to it. Like it was pulling him to go into it. The child followed the pull, walking carefully into the hole in the wall. He looked all around it. The walls were black with cords and wires everywhere. The metal seemed to cave in, further frightening him. Danny didn't see the cord at his feet. He could have sworn it wasn't there a few seconds ago. But still, he tripped.
He quickly grabbed on to the wall to keep him from falling down. As he lifted himself up, he looked to what he had put it hand on.
The on button? Did mommy and daddy know that it was in here? Danny asked himself, very confused.
His thoughts were cut off from a sound that sounded like something starting up. His eyes widened. He started to run, but his feet were still tangled in the wires. He looked out from the portal. He could see green sparks lighting up the now-dark lab.
The five year old saw the light coming for him. He screamed in pain. It was so bad. Worse than a million horses stampeding over your chest.
He kept screaming. Then, he blacked out.
HEY LOOK! A LINE BREAK! FIRST ONE OF THE STORY!
Danny groaned. He felt like he was on fire. He opened an eye to see he was in a metal room. The lab.
Suddenly, everything came rushing back to him. The portal failing. Him going inside. Him getting shocked in unbearable pain.
The little child pulled himself up with his silvery-white glove.
Wait, silvery-white glove?
He looked at his HAZMAT suit. All of the colors were inverted. The gloves, boots, collar, and belt were all silvery-white, while the rest of his suit was jet black.
He groaned once more. He walked over to a mirror, wobbling a little as he did so. He looked at the mirror and gasped. What he saw freaked him out.
His hair was snow-white. There wasn't a trace of black, gray, or even a light silver! It was as white as freshly-fallen snow on a cold, winter night. He also had radioactive green eyes. But they were glowing! His body even seemed to be glowing!
His eyes widened. That was him. "Am I dead?" the little child asked out loud, but then put a hand over his mouth. It echoed! "La la la. Echo, echo! Do you like waffles? Fruitloops!" he spoke again. He clamped his mouth shut when it echoed again.
Tears formed in Danny's eyes. He was dead.
Just then, time seemed to slow down.