I do not own Danny Phantom.
Stupid Goop
I never thought my secret could be blown over something so silly, so simple so . . . random. It was Saturday. I'd been up all night shoving the Box Ghost, Technus, and other weak ghosts back in the Ghost Zone. Honestly, did they have some secret pact to not let me sleep? So I was extremely tired when my mom dragged me out of bed. She and my dad went down to their lab to work as soon as breakfast was finished and left me to clean.
It's just my luck that one of their inventions exploded in the living room this morning. After I finished clearing up breakfast I set to work on the green goo covering the living room. I grabbed a sponge and, being careful not to actually touch any of the goop, tried to get it out of the carpet. So there I was, scrubbing away, when my mom came up from the lab and startled me.
"Danny! Are you finished yet?" She called. I jumped and, not noticing I'd let my hand fall into a pile of goop, and called, "Almost! This goop is really stuck to the carpet."
"How about I help?" she asked. I saw her walk in with a sponge and start scrubbing. We finished pretty quickly . . . then she looked at my arm. "Danny? What happened to your arm?" I gasped. I was slowly changing into my ghost form from my hand up.
"Mom, what is this goop?" I asked warily.
"It makes a ghost show its true form, sweetie. But what does that have to do with—" she cut off as the change spread to my chest and the unmistakable Danny Phantom logo appeared.
Crap.
"Uh, Mom? I need to tell you something," I grinned sheepishly.
This little story was written for the NaNoWriMo Young Writer's Program word count calculator. I was given ten minutes to free write and this is what happened. Very random, but fun nonetheless.
-Vi