I'm not sure if this will go anywhere, or, if it does, where it will go. I just know there aren't many 'die and get reborn into Danny Phantom' or 'get sucked into Danny Phantom' stories. And recently I've been getting into those stories with The Gamer Ability thing. So, what I was thinking was - what if someone who lives and breathes videogames and coding gets sucked into the Danny Phantom world and gets The Gamer Ability?

Chaos, that's what.

And no, he will not be a Halfa/Ghost/third of a ghost/quarter of a ghost or anything like that. I might let him do things that a ghost can do; like flight, invisibility, superhuman speed, ect. But he will not be ghostly in any way or form. (A.K.A no ghost form.)

None of the Danny Phantom characters are in the story yet, they'll be in the story at the second or third chapter, though.

I don't own Danny Phantom or The Gamer Ability thing, both go to their respected owners.

I ducked behind an over-turned truck; smoke was still coming from the engine. I shouldn't stay there too long, unless I wanted to be blown to bits. I checked my ammo and cursed, "Damn it! I only got two clips left! Fuck!"

A man wearing… a bright yellow robe thing, jumped over the truck and landed next to me, in his hand was a curved, single-edged, sword. What the fuck? Just. What. The. Fuck. Is this guy stupid or something?

He started to laugh, loudly. Apparently, he is.

"I'll destroy both sides and finally show the world that ninjas are the best! The most amazing, graceful, and good-looking warriors in the world! Ha ha ha ha!"

Oh God, this fucker doesn't even know I'm here. I stare with the most deadpan expression and listen to him rant about, of all things, fucking ninjas.

I blink when a thought hits me and smirk.

"Hey. The fuck you think you're doing?"

The guy shrieks, he fucking shrieks, and whirls around to face me.

"Where did you come from!?"

"I've been here the whole time. You just didn't notice."

He blinks and points his sword at me, "You would make a great ninja."

I raise an eyebrow at that, "Thanks.", and shoot him twice in the chest. Blood starts to pool around the man, turning the yellow robe thing red.

"Now let's see what you got, Mr. I-Am-An-Ninja. Heh."

He only has the sword. He is the middle of a battle and he only has a fucking sword!? Oh my fucking God, the blade isn't even sharp.

"You fucking shit-stain. I waste two bullets on you and you don't even have the decency to have a gun? I fucking hate you."

I run out from behind the truck cursing I-Am-An-Ninja's stupidity. I kill three more men before I find cover, a man with blond hair and wearing a gasmask crouches next to me. I grin.

"Sup man?"

"Eh, you know, nothing much, just killing people. You?"

"I just ganked a guy who only had a sword. It wasn't even sharp."

"Seriously?"

I snort and nod, "Seriously seriously, man. Not only that but he was wearing a bright yellow robe!"

"That's called a kimono, James."

"Does it look like I give a shit, Alex?"

"I can't tell. You always look like you don't give a shit. Hold up. GRENADE GOING OUT!"

Alex stands, pulls the pin and chunks it as far as he can before crouching again. We stay quiet and listen to the explosion and screams. I turn towards Alex and grin.

"God I love this."

He snorts, "I can tell, you psycho."

I huff and peek out from behind cover. I quickly pull back when I almost get shot in the face. Shit that was close. I glance at Alex.

"Hey, you got any extra clips?"

"Sorry, I'm on my last one. You almost out?"

I groan, "Yeah."

"Shit. We're almost to the supply building; as long as we can make it there we're good."

I nod and move closer to the edge of cover.

Alex nods at me and we take off running, bullets at our heels. My heart pounds against my ribs and a grin pulls at my lips. God, I love this. I slow down, just for a second, and my vision turns red. I curse loudly and dive behind a barricade, Alex laughs wildly next to me.

"Ha ha! We're too fast for those stupid fucks! Ha!"

"Shit. I've been hit."

His head snaps towards me so fast I'm surprised he didn't get whiplash.

"What?"

"I said I've been hit."

"How the hell did you get hit?!"

"I slowed down!"

"Why would you do that, you stupid fuck?!"

"I don't know?! Okay!? I got cocky!"

"Goddamn it! Medic! We need a Medic!"

"Are you stupid? This far in, there's no Medics."

"What am I suppose to do then?"

"Promise me something."

"Dude, if you tell me to tell you girlfriend you love her, I'll kill you myself."

I snort, "No, I don't want you to do that."

Alex snickers, "Then what?"

"Don't let the ass-hat who killed me fuck my corpse." Alex started to laugh loudly, and everything went black.

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GAME OVER

WOULD YOU LIKE TO RESTART?

YES/NO

"Goddamn it! I was so close! So fucking close to winning! I hate this damn game!"

I chuck the controller across the darkened room and watch as it bounced off of a beanbag chair, pissed. Groaning, I tipped backwards onto the floor and closed my eyes.

Slowly I started to relax when a loud buzzing rang throughout the room. I cursed, pulled my flip phone out of one of my shoes, don't know how it got there, and I squinted at the screen for a moment before shooting straight up screaming.

"FUCK! I forgot! I fucking forgot I'm meeting my girlfriend's parents today! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."

I scramble to my feet and run around my room grabbing random shirts and smelling them. I pick up a dark gray shirt and sniff it before shrugging and tugging it on. I push my feet into a pair of green sneakers and dart into the bathroom. I gel my hair back and start to brush my teeth.

I run back into my room, with the toothbrush still in my mouth, and start to hunt for my wallet and fedora. My fedora was on the lamp and my wallet was in a chip bag. Why it was in there, I don't know. I spit the toothpaste into a dirty cup and drop the toothbrush into the bathroom sink.

I run into the living room and grab my keys. I paused long enough to look at myself in the mirror, with my fedora on my head and my wallet and keys in my hands, I don't look half bad. I grab the doorknob and freeze. Slowly I looked down at myself.

"I might look better with pants on… and with underwear as well."

~Five minutes later~

I dive into my 2016 Chevrolet Silverado and pull out of the driveway. I groaned when I glanced at the time, I was late.

This is going to suck.

~Two hours later~

I was right, it sucked. Badly. As I was late, by only ten minutes, I had missed the appetizers, and then I had to eat a fucking salad because my girlfriend, Jenny, had ordered for me. And, apparently, her parents thought that people who wear fedoras and checkered pants were wannabe thugs, which started an argument. Because, really? I'm a wannabe thug because I like wearing fedoras and checkered pants?

Not only that, but they insulted my work. So, I said they wouldn't know good work if it came up and started to dry hump their leg.

Jenny's parents didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. Which was fine by me, I didn't like them at all.

I trudged into my house, irritated beyond belief. Jenny slammed my door shut as she walked in, fuming.

"I can not believe it."

I snorted as I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto the couch, "Yeah, me neither. How could they think that wearing a fedora makes someone into a wannabe thug? That makes no sense!"

Jenny whirled around and glared, "I mean you! I can't believe you!"

I sat up, scowling, "Me? What did I do!?"

"You purposely pissed them off! Why can't I take you somewhere nice without you screwing it up?"

"For your information, I did not purposely piss anybody off. And, whoa! What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"It means that you screw everything up. All. The. Time."

I launched to my feet and took a couple of steps forward.

"I do not fuck everything up. You might not understand, but I do everything with a reason."

"Oh please! You act like a child. You're twenty-seven years old! Grow up, James!" She threw her hands in the air.

I snarled, "I'm the child? Really? How am I the child?"

"You play videogames almost all day, your house is never clean, you curse like you're a teen, and you never take responsibly for your actions!"

"Okay, first of all, playing videogames is my job. I'm the one checks it out for bugs and glitches, like a beta tester person. Second, my house is clean just not my room. Which, might I add is because of my second job, which is making videogames. Third, I curse. Just like everybody else. And last, I take responsibly all the time. I just don't take responsibly for something I didn't do!"

Jenny scoffs and I snarl.

"I can't do this, James. You, acting like a little kid all the time. You don't give me what I need. Ben does. We're through, James."

"Wait, who is Ben? Are you talking about Office Worker Ben or Repairman Ben? Because if you're talking 'bout Office Worker Ben, then I'm ashamed of calling you my girlfriend."

She shakes her head and storms out, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Oi! Don't slam my door! I just got it fixed yesterday!"