A/N at bottom, if interested.
I do NOT own Danny Phantom.
Take pride in your work.
It was one of those meaningful saying that were too important to be found in a fortune cookie yet cliché enough to be posted on classroom walls.
It was what was running through Danny's mind as he fought the Lunch Lady in the middle of Amity Park.
"Beware dearie, for my packages of protein will destroy you!" She crackled, gesturing to the floating deli wraps around her. The ghost boy stopped shooting ectoblasts.
"You're dating the Box Ghost now, aren't you? How's did that -Oh wait, I don't want to know." He shuddered at the notion. The Lunch Lady however, sighed dreamily.
"Boxy eats everything I feed him. Such a sweet young man." Ugh. It took a lot of willpower not to hurl at that image. Thank goodness she went back to rage mode.
"But you don't! So eat my wrath; its apart of a balanced meal!"
The halfa dodged the attacks, taking notice to a little detail he never realized. The Lunch Lady took pride in her work. Every meat bomb was handmade, each carefully shaped into sphere of delectable delicacy. And when the attack hit, the explosion was graceful. A perfect combo of sausage and death.
"Why can't you do the same, Mr. Fenton?" Mr. Lancer's words ricocheted in his mind. He remembered the disappointing frown that came along with them. "You need to take pride in your work. And this-" his teacher gestured to the rotting, slime covered thing he had turned in. "-does not display that."
Was his teacher right? Danny wondered as he rescued a couple from the falling building. He was trying his best. It wasn't his grades he took pride in. It was something else. Like Tucker and his tech, Paulina and her looks, Vlad and his annoying schemes. But someone should of noticed by now.
Danny shook his head. He shouldn't let it get to him like this; the guy didn't even know the whole quote.
Take pride in your work, not yourself.
The halfa grimaced, not even bothering to tend his broken rib cage. He climbed out of the smashed pavement and flew back into battle. Hopefully he followed that part right. It would be hypocritical, being a superhero and all.
It was when he finished capping the thermos that he decided Mr. Lancer was wrong. It didn't matter if no one saw it, as long as he himself knew that. And if one thing was sure, he took a lot of pride in his work.
Danny glanced down below. Everything was chaotic: cars were smashed, buildings collapsed, people were running everywhere. The ghost boy flew a bit back, tilting his head slightly. He frowned disapprovingly.
Dangit. Something was wrong.
He lifted his hands, and in seconds the unaffected tree erupted into flames, sparking fumes in the evening sky.
"There," he whispered, admiring the masterpiece of fires green and bloody screams. "Perfect."
Maybe someday, someone will take pride in his hard work.
A/N: Long time no see! Sorry about not posting much. I made a vow not to continue or start any crossover stories until I add a new chapter for my Hunger Games crossover, and for anything else besides crossovers I haven't had time to write/type because classes are roughing up again. -_-'
Hopefully I can get through it, or at least this challenge I took up a few weeks ago. But other than this- which was only posted because I found it in my flashdrive- I probably won't be posting/reviewing/talking anytime soon. Sorry! :'{