DOODLE HERE!

OH MY GOD. I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER.

I have to apologize.. DP's over. I miss it a lot. The fight's gone. We lost. Did we ever have a chance? Hah. Most of us have probably forgotten Danny...

I admit, I did. For a long time, I moved on...

But I think it'll do me good to come back, if for a short while.

WELL! No more emo for me, thank you! It doesn't suit me. : )

This was inspired by Danny's cancellation... let's see how well it goes.

Thanks so much to Sparky-nii-chan, who edited this for me. 8D Seriously, she ROX. lolol.

One last thing - don't own any of the DP characters.

Enjoy (or not...)!

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The first thing he was aware of was that he felt like he had been hit by a car. He certainly knew what that felt like - Vlad had not been exactly courteous in that sense. Big, fancy cars make for excellent weapons if you're a human trying to hurt another human.

Human in a loose term of the word, of course; could a "halfa", half ghost, half human, be considered "human"? Normal humans didn't have ectoplasm messing up their DNA; normal humans couldn't make glowing blue rings appear around them and turn into ghosts, or fly through walls, or shoot ectoplasmic beams from their fists through sheer willpower.

The second thing he was sharply aware of was a sudden rush of pain. That's right. He wasn't human... he wasn't like everyone else. The only other exactly like him was his worst enemy. He was an abomination; Valerie, his parents, every freakin' ghost hunter on the planet that had ever tried to capture his ghost side were right. He was evil.

He quickly gained control of these thoughts - if there was anything he'd learned in his three years of being a halfa, it was that thinking such thoughts were dangerously close to ones of suicide.

The final thing he realized was that he was cold. No, not cold - freezing! Colder than he'd ever felt in his life, which was quite cold considering his ice powers.

"COLD!" he screamed, bright green eyes flashing open as he bolted upright. Teeth chattering, he stared around frantically for a source of heat, any source of heat. Finding only darkness around him, he concentrated on his hands. Heat, heat, heat... A green ball of energy lit his hands, instantly making them warmer. He huddled closer to the little ball of energy - he'd gained the ability to make a warm ball of ectoplasm only recently. For the first time, he realized he was in human form. He could feel the usual burn of his bright green eyes. Blinking, the sensation vanished as his eyes returned to the normal, icy blue color.

Once he had gotten rid of the most obvious discomfort, his years of ghost hunting kicked in. Warily, he scanned his surroundings.

He had been lying on some sort of cold, metal bed, and the air around him was frigid - that would explain why he had been so cold. With the light of his ectoplasmic ball, he could see an empty room that looked something like a lab. Broken tanks, a few computers that looked like they had shut down for good long ago, but mostly it was plain wall and floor.

Still looking around, he slipped off the metal "bed", silently landing on the freezing metal floor. He winced - he hadn't realized he was barefoot. He could feel the familiar fabric of one of his silver and black shirts. He had switched from the white and red one he'd worn so frequently in his freshman year. He could feel his jeans, as well. At least he still had his pants. That was a plus.

He wandered around the room, poking at the broken glass tanks. They all seemed to be empty; he wondered why they had so many tanks if they weren't going to use them anyway. As he searched above him, he found more than one camera. He wasn't really worried about being caught walking around, since, after all, the place looked like it had been abandoned for years. Just to be safe, he climbed on top of one of the tables that the smaller tanks stood on and took down one of the cameras. He was right - it had long run out of batteries. Finally, he found a door at the end of a hallway leading away from the room.

Unfortunately, when he tried to turn the cold metal door knob, he discovered it to be locked. Sighing, he looked for a key hole, but was a little bewildered to find none. He shrugged, and, using his intangibility, stepped through the door. Or rather, tried to. He smacked into the suddenly very hard metal door.

What's going on? he thought, frowning and shivering again. His hand became intangible and he searched for a weakness in the door. He found it near the hinges of the door, which he could just barely squeeze through. He looked at the door knob on the other side, and found that it didn't have a keyhole either. How could it be locked if there was no keyhole? He scratched his hair, confused, but moved on. Trivial details that were not good to dwell too much on. The chance for answers were surely come to him later.

He turned around to look where the door had led him. What he saw took his breath away.

He had ended up at the top of a long set of stairs. The room he saw was huge. So much so that he couldn't see the ceiling, though the rest of the room seemed to be quite clear. It had the same, abandoned look as the other room he had awoken in. It was a little sad; it seemed like many great things could have been done there. And now it was dead.

Suddenly, he wondered why something like this would be abandoned. Something would have had to drive the people out. Like...

A grim thought came to him. Why had he awoken in this strange, forbidding place? Why had he been in that locked room, where the door was protected from intangibility?

Was it him that had scared away the people here?

Suddenly he very much wanted to know what was going on.

His ear twitched. His heart raced; what was that? He turned slowly, so as not to attract too much attention to himself. It was his trained reflexes that saved him - he heard the whistling of something coming at him, fast, and he automatically ducked. He felt the breeze of something flying just above his hair. His eyes wide, he glanced up to see what had thrown it.

All he saw was the green glow before he had to leap out of the way of another something flying at him.

"What are you?" he called, trying to keep his voice calm so as not to seem scared to his attacker.

There was no reply, except for something else being thrown at him. Finally tired of dodging, he caught the mysterious something. He looked down at his hand to see, to his surprise, a rock. It was throwing rocks at him? The glowing green could only mean a ghost. Why would it throw rocks when it could shoot ectoplasmic rays?

He took a good look at the so called ghost, no longer afraid of the flying projectiles. He could handle rocks, no problem.

It was in the form of a human. Judging by the curves (here he was a little bit shy at looking), it was a girl. The outline of glowing green was prominent; it was obvious that it was ghostly in some way, if not a ghost.

"Are you really a ghost?" he asked, amazed. The figure paused in mid-throw, lowering her arm a little, hesitating. He took this as a good sign. "Could you tell me where I am? I'm a little.. confused," he persisted, trying not to lose what little he had gained. The mysterious girl seemed to give up, and let her arm rest by her side, dropping the rock. He waited patiently for the girl to say something. She seemed to be sizing him up.

His patience was rewarded. She finally called out in a definitely feminine voice, "What are you doing here, kid?"

"I don't know," he replied, shrugging. "Can you tell me where I am?"

"Yeah, I can." He waited for her to continue. She sighed. "You'd better come with me, kid - it's not safe around here." He furrowed his brow, but took her hand when she offered it. It was then that he saw how she had been floating; a hovering board, similar to the ones that Valerie loved to ride, floated beneath her feet.

The girl rode off, expertly weaving through the rooms. He could tell she had done this several hundred times. She stopped after what seemed like hours on end of endless rooms. How big was this place? Random thoughts such as these floated through his head. "Listen, kid, I have to blindfold you from here on out. Don't struggle," she warned him, taking out a bit of dark cloth.

While she tied it around his eyes, he asked, "Do you guys live in secret?"

He could feel her stiffen, and she pulled the cloth tighter than necessary. "Ow," he complained.

"What makes you think that I'm not the only here?" she asked coldly.

"Hey, I just kind of assumed - don't take it the wrong way!" he said hastily. "I just kind of thought you'd be this secret organization living in this abandoned place, or something!"

"Are you sure you don't know how you got here, kid?" she asked, and suspicion laced her words.

"Positive," he confirmed, and sighed. He was clearly going to have work at it to earn the trust of these people - assuming, that is, that there really was more than one.

"Right," she sniffed, and he felt the board start moving again. At least he was still being lead to wherever she lived, where he had to assume he would be at least a little bit safer than out in the cold.

He soon lost track of time as they flew on, rapidly, if the sound of the wind rushing by his ears was anything to go by. After a long time, he began to feel safe, and started to nod off.

He must have been half asleep, but he swore he heard his name..

Who was calling him?

Sam? Tucker?

But they weren't there.

The girl didn't know him, or trust him for that matter.

So where...?

He fell asleep as he listened to the sound, trying to figure out where the voice seemed familiar.

"Danny... Danny Phantom..."

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Well, I hope that was alright. Nobody fell asleep, right? 8D; I hope not. :sweat:

So.. yes... I know it was obvious that it was Danny all along, but c'mon guys. It could've been ... some MYSTERIOUS person in his place, right? Yeah. Right.

It gave some mystery to the whole thing, though, right? Right?

:ducks away from tomatoes: Don't hurt me.. D :

Hopefully, since summer is coming, I'll have more time to write and what-not. Hopefully. If I don't get lazy. : P All I can say right now is that I've missed writing here. I really have. And I missed DP.

Hobey ho, all!