SUM: The world of Danny Phantom has been taken over by a powerful ghost by the name of The Shade Master; Danny is part of the ghost rebellion. Better sum in my profile. Pre-PP. Rated for minor launguage.
Chapter 1: A meeting at HQ
Danny strode through the streets of wreckage, face hidden by a black hoodie, with his stark white hair peeking out of it, and the green glow of his eyes almost penetrating it.
What use to be Amity Park was now a city of rubble, buildings had collapsed, the streets were littered with abandoned cars, and a gloomy grey sky hung above the ruins.
Phantom was enraged about it all, of course. This was his home, the place he had worked so hard to protect, and now it was gone. A heap of rubble. Just about everything had been destroyed, some gaping holes on the side of buildings even still had bubbling edges smoking with green ectoplasm.
As he walked past the Nasty Burger, he couldn't suppress the feeling of deep depression that engulfed him like an ocean of cold water. He could recall the things that went on here way back when as if it where yesterday. Danny found himself longing for his ghost-hunting days, Tucker and Sam at his side.
He stuck his pockets a little deeper into his jeans. It felt weird to be in his ghost form and wearing normal clothes at the same time.
Of course, nowadays it was favorable to just stay as Danny Phantom all the time. If there was a raid, or a fight, or both, he couldn't risk any time by being Fenton. They would attack while he was transforming, that was one of his weak spots.
'Speaking of weak spots,' he thought, 'why do they always have to grab me by the throat?'
About a week ago there had been a particually nasty battle, where 30 or so of Shade's minions had ambushed Danny while he was alone. Help came just in time, but not before one of them had gotten its hands around Danny's neck. It had almost completely crushed his windpipe, and the experience had thoroughly shaken him. Those things were evil. Pure evil.
Finally, he arrived at his destination.
Fenton Works loomed over him. It had only sustained minor damage when the minions came and destroyed everything, since it had a ghost shield, so now it was the headquarters of the Spiritual Resistance, the ghost rebellion. It was an ideal center of operation, it had rooms the few humans could sleep in, a supply of emergency rations, and a wicked ghost lab.
Danny smiled grimly at the thought of his parent's reaction if they knew that ghosts were inhabiting their house, building weapons and strategizing their next move against The Master.
Hoping for a breakthrough, Phantom opened the door and walked inside.
"Anything to report?"
"Nothing." Danny replied. "Totally silent."
The Ghost Writer sighed. "Drat. He ordered his forces to retreat… But he hasn't surrendered, and he hasn't won yet, either…"
The meeting had started. Many ghosts and a few humans were sitting on chairs scattered around the lab, and the Ghost Writer was standing before them all, in front of several possible battle plans taped to the wall. Thankfully, Danny was sitting beside Sam, so his sanity remained intact, for the most part. Tucker, however, somehow got stuck next to Skulker a little ways away. Although he paid him no mind as he lounged in the chair, glancing at Ember every minute or two, Tucker was still sweating and shooting Danny pleading looks.
The Ghost Writer fiddled with his scarf. "If you'd all please direct your attention to this plan of action"- he pointed at one of the papers on the wall "Er, no, maybe this one… Wait, never mind. I believe I have it here somewhere…" He ruffled a large pile of papers on a desk next to him.
'How they heck have we survived so long?' Danny thought. 'We should've gotten captured or killed months ago.'
He remembered the humans, and his heart sank. Amity Park had been completely evacuated at the first attack, all the humans (except for Tucker, Sam, Jazz, half of himself, and half of Dani) had left and there had been no trace of them since. According to some traveling spirits that had been willing to provide information, they had started up their own rebellion. Danny knew the humans would never trust the ghosts, and vice versa, so they were probably better off without them, but all he could think was 'I never told my parents. I never said goodbye. They have no idea what happened to their kids.'
Ember stuck her hand in the air, getting the Ghost Writer's Attention.
"You have a question?"
"Um, yeah." She blew out a bubble of aqua chewing gum. "You're the Ghost Writer, right?"
"Correct."
"Can't you, like, spin around and then make a magical keyboard appear out of nowhere? Why don't you just write the ending of the war and have us win?"
They were some murmurs of agreement throughout the group. The ghost Writer let out an exasperated sigh.
"I believe I've explained this before. Powerful energy is a foot. I doubt even Clockwork would be able to help… god knows where he his in all of this. Anyway, any ghost power that can change the events of the future and manipulate the universe have been rendered useless. If my keyboard was still intact-" He shot Danny a look of loathing, which he ignored. "It wouldn't have any effect. If it did, I would have built a new one months ago. Either that, or one of could just have wished the war away and Desiree could have simply granted it."
Skulker chose this moment to stand up leisurely and wave the Ghost Writer away. "Well, now that the Ghost Author's-"
"Ghost Writer!" he hissed.
"Yeah, yeah. Now that he's done, we can move on with this blasted effort. Personally, I think we're all doomed if we keep this up, and we should just ditch the humans or join Shade, but some people seem to be against that." Anyway," Skulker said, taking his place in front of the crowd as the Ghost Writer took a seat, looking extremely disgruntled. "We've come a long way, in terms of allies. You all probably know by now that Walker joined us a while ago after his prison was busted open- hence, the Ghost Writer here with us today- but some of the more powerful ghosts have gone over or have been overpowered. They're some rumors going around that some of Shade's minions attacked and defeated Frostbite a couple days ago, but that's yet to be confirmed. There had also been some sightings of Lydia, and some talk that Freakshow managed to escape the Guys in White when the war started. Again, we're not sure if that's true or not, But speaking of humans…" His eyes fell on Sam and Danny before he continued. "Their rebellion has been making progress, as well. As some of you know, they formed about a month after the rubble cleared, and have been tussling with the Spiritual Resistance ever since. Apparently, they think that we're working for The Master, and they seem to not understand what 'resistance' means. Idiots…" he muttered.
Sam shot Danny a look. Her eyebrows were raised in an offended manner. Danny returned it, for the most part, but neither of them said anything. Both of their parents were in the human rebellion.
"That's all I got. Meeting adjourned!"
"That was pointless."
Sam, Tucker and Danny had made tracks when the meeting had ended. They were now lounging in Danny's room, Sam in a chair, Tucker on the bed, and Phantom floating a little ways near the ceiling. It was a moment before Tucker replied to Sam's statement.
"I dunno, Sam. Do you really think Frostbite's captured?"
Danny rolled around in midair. "I don't think so. Frostbite and his people are pretty powerful. Forget him, what if Freakshow's back?"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, Danny. You broke his scepter and the reality gauntlet is ashes. I don't think he's much of a threat."
"Maybe he found a new way to control ghosts." Tucker said thoughtfully.
"But would it work? Ghost Writer said that some powers- maybe even objects- don't work anymore." Danny pointed out.
Sam mulled that over. "You guys do have a point. It's just… kinda scary to know that this Shade guy might be more powerful than Clockwork."
"Oh, yeah! I forgot to tell you guys," Tucker said, eyes lighting up. "I've been doing some research on him. For the resistance, actually, but I haven't found out enough to tell everyone yet…"
"Spill, it man." Danny and Sam prompted him.
Tucker chuckled at them speaking in unison. "Okay, okay. Hold you horses. Like I said, I haven't found out that much. I do know this: he's Pariah Dark's son.
"No freaking way!" said Sam, gaping.
"Way. According to the few- very few, might I add- stories and legends about him, he's a sorcerer of some sort."
"Are you telling me that the greatest enemy in this war is a wizard?" Sam snickered.
Danny laughed at Sam's remark, but then his brow furrowed. "That makes sense, though. It could explain why all those universe-altering ghost stuff isn't working; he could've cast a spell or something."
"Exactly." Tucker nodded. "But still, a spell so big that it incases both the real world and the ghost zone would take a pretty powerful wizard. Er, sorcerer."
"Well, the whole father Pariah/ son Shade thing makes sense if you take into account that he's using Pariah's castle as an HQ. And because he had an army of those damn skeletons. Which reminds me, have they awakened the Fright Knight, do ya know?"
Tucker sighed. "I'm not sure, but probably. Back on topic, no one's seen him since around 1200 AD."
"But now, he's woken up and declared war on the world as we know it. Starting with beautiful Amity." Danny said bitterly.
Sam looked up at him sympathetically, running a hand through her ebony hair.
There was a loud knock at the door, and all of them jumped. Through the wood, the muffled voice of Skulker could be heard.
"Get back on patrol, whelp!"
A/N: GAHHHHHHHHH I AM A SPAZZZZZZZ. If you like, please review. I need motovation, people!
I really love this general idea. I wanted to write somthing about the ghost ACTUALLY WORKING TOGETHER. And yes, Ghost Writer is back.
Just a small matter to clear up with Dani: Dani WAS stabilized in the episode D-Stabilized, so it's post that episode, excpet Valerie doesn't know that Masters and Plasmius are the same person, kay? Kay.
As you can see, I left a heck of a lot of room for more. Uh, the premises is kinda summed up in this chap, but the story is yet to emerge.
Maybe I should just scrap this...