Hey! Agnomen here with my wolf counter part: LOKI! *Cheers* :O
Loki: Yes and that achieved?
Agnomen: HO HO! my pessimistic friend, Why... It achieves the attention of they!
Loki: Of course. ( '-')
Agnomen: ('w')
Loki: Okay guys... and various gals. This is just an idea I had that I wrote down ages ago while DP was still on, so quite a while ago. Its original but the point of it is to help my younger self die.
Agnomen: You mean rest peacefully.
Loki: Indeed.
Agnomen: Soooo... Anyway this takes place after Urban jungle. Though before Phantom Planet.
Loki: I hated PP
Agnomen: Agreed...I haven't really watched DP in a while apart from some of the 1st season on youtube though as someone pointed out; Danny appeared to be shallow in the 1st season, I'll try to present him as the cooler season 2/3 Danny. Sorry about the fact that my character seem distant from the one's on actual DP, I'm terrible at adaption.
Loki: I'm not sorry... C U da bottom ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or any of its original characters, If I did it PP wouldn't have happened.
Summary:
Danny feels that his parents favor Jass because of her unexpected and abrupt interest in Jack and Maddie's work with ghosts. How will Danny cope with this twist.
Prologue
The heavy sound of rain, crashing down upon the sodden ground and canopy, rushed through the thick undergrowth. The trees groaned in response to the wind slithering past and chilling to the bone. There was a loud crack, thump and alarmed cries as somewhere in the distance an ancient oak collapsed.
The approving rumble of thunder sighed in contempt soon after.
The sound of heavily, laboured breathing was drowned out amongst this ruckus and yet… it was still there.
There slumped against an old tree was a half ghost. His white hair, now a dull grey, clung to his face. His features all twisted in some sort of pain as he clutched his side with his gloved hands.
A glowing green ectoplasm discharge made it's was through his parted fingers and seeped into the dirt bellow.
The phantom's sides expanded and deflated rivalling his rapid yet shallow intakes of breathes.
His overly black jump suit was ripped and shredded with bruised and, in some areas; bleeding, skin.
The ghostly white aura, that surrounded his body, was slowly dimming.
He let his left hand slide, cautiously away from the deep wound on the side of his stomach area and with a steady gasp he grabbed a thin branch to support him so that he could move on.
However the thin branch snapped under the added weight and he collapsed into a dirty puddle on the forest floor. The puddles colour changed from the murky brown into a dilute red; a dimmed white ring appeared around his waist. The ring split into two and both traveled swiftly across his body. His tattered jumpsuit replaced by dirtied, now wet, casual jeans and t-shirt.
The dirty white hair darkened, replaced by long, messy black locks.
Danny Phantom had transformed into his weaker, human, alter-ego; Danny Fenton.
_) Chapter 1: Dramatic irony (_
Mr. Lancer was droning on about how Shakespeare uses 'dramatic irony' in Macbeth. One of Mr. Lancer's gifts was to drone on unbeknownst to the fact that more than three quarters of the class were not listening. In fact it was probably his only gift and as he went on with how Macbeth feigned loyalty to Duncan even though the audience knew his true intentions were to kill the king.
Danny slouched over his desk. Looking pale faced with dark panda rings under those deep blue eyes. His hand cupping his chin as he stared past Mr. Lancer and past the dull black board behind him, into his own daydreams.
A small voice inside his head was thinking about someone at the quite echo of 'dramatic irony'.
Yeah, he thought warily, I guess that sort of counts. Vlad's the villain yet he sits all high n' mighty as our good old mayor. Portraying me as the villain!
Danny didn't realise that his eyes had flashed an ominous green glow at the fact.
Tucker, who had been entertaining himself with his PDA suddenly noticed this and nudged Danny and whispered, "Dude, ixnay on the ostghay eyesway." (1)
"Huh?" Danny jumped out of his trance and stared wide eyed at his dark skinned friend.
"Is there a problem Mr. Fenton?" Danny looked around at Mr. Lancer quizzically before realising he had stood up and every one was looking expectantly at him.
"Uh, no…" He said thoughtfully and sat down, "Sorry, Mr. Lancer…"
The pot bellied man raised an eyebrow at the teen before saying in a calm tone, "Go stand outside, Mr. Fenton."
"What!" Danny protested, "I didn't do anything!"
"Hmm, Speaking out of term, yes I'm sure that will award you a detention_"
"Okay, okay, I'm going."
Danny stood up and left looking patronised.
Dash, who was broad shouldered, blonde haired and currently wearing red and white leather jacket, sniggered and whispered something to Kwan who had the same physique as Dash but had longer black hair. Kwan shrugged and smiled menacingly at what his friend had said.
Tucker glared in their direction and exchanged anxious but knowing glances with Sam.
Sam, who was also one of Danny's best friends, was naturally pale with black hair and a small ponytail on the top. Her lilac eyes clouded with worry and she mouthed "What's his problem?"
Tucker shrugged.
Danny glowered at his red sneakers for a while, muttering incoherently to himself.
He knew Mr. Lancer would get the class to do something boring while he had a 'word' with him. The boring thing he'd distract them with would earn him to be verbally abused, spat at and maybe if he's lucky thrown into a locker a few of times.
He let his mind drift back to the fight with Skulker last night. It had gone on for hours.
Skulker's new tactic was to use holograms. Every time Danny thought he'd found a loop hole in his plot he'd just find he'd defeated another image or clone.
I don't know… Danny thought, placing his hands deeply into his jean pockets, Can you feel holograms? Well I defeated him anyway. It doesn't matter.
Danny's eyebrows furrowed as he grumbled under his breathe, "Where does he even get the technology?"
At that moment Mr. Lancer came out, he held a small red book titled: How 2 B Hip.
Danny couldn't help but role his eyes in exasperation.
"Now G," he said coolly, "what be yo' problem… me home town."
Danny frowned at the thought of one day destroying that book and replied looking flustered, "Can't we speak normally?"
Mr. Lancer stood straight and lowered his book to his side, studying Danny with narrowed eyes.
"Ah, I'd forgotten you're not in the 'in' crowd."
"No," Danny answered. And neither are you, last time I checked, Danny added mentally.
"Daniel," Mr. Lancer said ostentatiously, "I couldn't help but notice… you look tired."
Danny didn't like being called 'Daniel' and he went quite for a moment listening to his own dark thoughts.
"I am tired," He admitted after a while.
"No, what I meant was; you look terrible."
Danny flinched at the un-characteristic choice of words and looked warily at Mr. Lancer, whose features were practically emitting how serious he was being.
Danny absentmindedly placed a hand on the back of his neck, a habit he took when nervous, and replied, "I uh… I-Its nothing really, I'm fine."
"Then could you…" Mr. Lancer put his free hand up as if carrying wooden planks and said in his silky voice, "elaborate?"
"I guess it's the ghosts. I mean Ghosts. That, ugh, Yeah stress and family…"
Never being a good liar; Danny looked hopelessly at his teacher who had opened his mouth and then closed it and suspicion flickered in his eyes.
"Look, I just need to be left alone without people getting in my hair."
The bold headed man looked hurt for a moment and then realised Danny wasn't meaning it as an insult towards him in particular, so he just turned and opened the door with one hand.
"Mr. Fenton, if you need to talk about anything you should know that I am here."
"Thanks," Danny grumbled, scowling as he returned back to his seat with curious glances from Sam and Tucker.
"Dude that blows," Tucker drawled on. They were making their way home after a long day at school. Of course Danny had talked to them about his little 'talk' with Mr. Lancer.
Danny scoffed, "tired," He huffed "do I look terrible to you?" He shot at Sam.
"Actually Danny_"
"You look great!" Tucker interrupted.
The gothic girl shot the boy a furious glare and he smiled innocently, pushing his red beret back nervously.
"I mean… just some sleep… right?"
He insisted nudging Sam who jumped from the sudden gesture into Danny.
Danny caught her fall but stumbled back as she fell on him and she blushed, Danny felt his face flush red.
"Umm… guys?" Tucker giggled. Childishly, "I'll just get going then_"
"NO!" Sam and Danny shouted simultaneously, jumping to a stand.
"Well, if you insist though I do hate to intrude."
Sam grabbed her shoulder uncomfortably and asked tentatively "how about a movie marathon at my house?"
"I'm up for it!" Tucker jumped at the idea of being near Sam's theatre room.
Danny smiled weakly, "I would but I gotta' do my chores."
Sam nodded a little let down but feeling annoyance prick her sides, "fine, come on Tucker."
Tucker glanced at Danny unsurely, "umm, what time we going on ghost watch?"
Danny shrugged not really registering the question until Tucker asked again.
"I'll go myself tonight," he smiled weakly, "You two get some rest."
Sam dropping her angry act, going back to being worried, "Danny you need to rest too."
Danny looked down at his shoes "I'm not tired," he growled force fully.
Sam sighed, giving up and looked at Tucker for help.
He raised his hands warily, "If the dude wants to tire himself out, I'm not forcing him."
"I'm NOT TIRED!" Danny suddenly shouted making the two flinch, "Why does everyone not get that: it's my choice."
With that he turned and slung his bag over his back.
"Danny_"
"Sorry guys, I didn't mean to blow up like that…"
Tucker cringed as a dark thought crossed his mind.
"We understand," Sam replied defeated, "See you tomorrow, Danny."
"Yeah," He replied quietly and began to meander around the corner.
Sam and Tucker watched as he disappeared from view.
"I'm home!" Danny called as he shut the door behind him.
Of course he wasn't answered.
"Huh," He groaned as he checked the empty kitchen and various rooms.
He knew one place they could be and he peered down the stairs.
Of course, he though somewhat sadly, their all here again.
Danny's dad, Jack Fenton, a corpulent, greying man with a bright face stood with his wife and daughter. He wore a bright orange jumpsuit. Danny's mom, Maddie Fenton, was sort of statuesque though many of her features were hidden by the red lens goggles and dull turquoise jumpsuit.
Jazz was a pretty fair faced girl; her face was curtained by long ginger sheen hair, held back with a turquoise head band which matched her trousers, she was an inch smaller then Maddie and both were towered by Jack.
They were seemingly normal if you didn't count the jumpsuits and un-healthy obsession with ghosts! Well, mom and dad anyway… but Jazz? Danny thought warily.
"And what does that one do then?" His older sister asked curiously, catching Danny from his musing.
"Oh ho, I'm glad you asked Jazzy-pants," He said clutching the device, "This is the fenton-ghost-smasher," he picked the hammer up, clicking it on with a thumb, it began to glow neon green, "It can smash any ghost even when their intangible."
Danny cringed, intangible? That's a big word; even for dad, he thought sourly.
He frowned as suspicion dawned across his face. I don't get it; Jazz has never shown any interest in ghosts. What gives?
"What's this?" Jazz picked a silver sphere up.
"Ah yes, this is the Fenton-ghost-destroyer."
Danny reflexively rolled his eyes at the hopeless names his dad manage to come up with.
Oddly Jack didn't elaborate on its purpose.
"What does it do?" Jazz asked excitedly.
Jack smiled, "I was going to keep it a secret, though I guess I can tell you."
Jazz came closer, "Yeah?"
"Well you press this button and it tracks the closest ectoplasm signature of a ghost before latching on and destroying it!" He grew excited at the prospect of blowing a ghost up.
"Oh sweetie," Maddie cooed, "you never mentioned that it'd destroy them molecule by molecule."
Jack presented it ounce more to Jazz, "You want to tee it in action?"
"Shouldn't we wait for Danny?" Maddie hesitated.
"No," Jazz replied abruptly, "He probably wouldn't be interested…"
Jack suddenly sighed "He'd just think it were stupid anyway."
Jazz shared a glance with her mother before putting her hand on her dad's shoulder.
"So are you going to show me or not?" She said encouragingly.
Jack let his smile slide across his face and raised it.
"Ready?"
"Yeah," Jazz replied enthusiastically.
Danny felt an odd tingle in his stomach which whispered: Danger!
Jack let his thumb slide the switch upwards and like a lighter; a green glowing orb materialised into view, it slowly began to grow.
Jazz' eyes widened "it's beautiful!"
Jack looked disheartened "it should be_ oh!" He exclaimed as it abruptly flashed and the orb abruptly shot upwards and towards the stairs.
Danny jolted in panic as the light started towards him.
Thinking fast he cried out and a white ring formed at his waist, multiplied into two and they shot in opposite directions across his body, ultimately transforming him into Danny Phantom.
Danny turned intangible and shot through the roof and out into the darkening sky.
He waited, anticipating the green orb and not liking the description his dad gave of what it did. Being destroyed molecule by molecule didn't sound good either. Though to his relief it didn't come blasting through the roof or smashing out of the windows, this relief was short lived.
The green orb shot through the metal roof but strangely leaving it intact.
Danny smirked, so it's harmless?
He stayed where he was as it charged like a raging bull towards him. When it almost hit him he involuntarily flinched, though it was lucky he did.
The orb burned yellow on contact with his leg and he yelped in pain as a small explosion occurred, rendering ectoplasm blood to ooze from the new injury. When he twisted away from the orb, he got a quick glance to conclude that it appeared significantly smaller.
Not Long but I just wanted to get the first chapter over with.
Yeah, I'm not good at keeping the originals in-character, haven't seen an episode in ages, forgive me. Jazz' interest in ghosts is on purpose, you'll understand.
(1) Also that was pig Latin, which roughly translates to; 'stop with the ghost eyes.'