Oh geez, BlackRose108 is actually writing a fanfic that isn't an Avatar fic. History in the making. Actually, to tell the truth this idea has been in my mind since forever so I just typed it and boom, a totally new Danny Phantom universe was created. I thought of this after reading some early ideas for the show and kinda based off the original intensions for Danny Phantom (with some of my own twists of course). Like the show originally being called Danny Phantom and the Specter Detectors, and Sam's personality being a bit more dark and scary, plus her psychic connection with Danny. All cool ideas, all in this fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
I.
Ambiguous Beginnings
Amity Park. A city where humans and ghost live together in paranoia. If you're a ghost you have to hide or become the enemy to survive, and if you're a citizen you have to fight, or know someone who does. Humans who do fight ghost as a profession are given the name "Specter Detectors" that can either work alone or in squads.
It's a dangerous world, where you have to fight to survive, but one boy is about to change the face of Amity Park and possibly the world……forever.
0O0
"Wow, this is some awesome mech you've got in here nowadays." Tucker, Danny's best friend, commented on the Fenton's basement with the latest ghost fighting technology. Tucker had always had a fascination with ghost fighting technology ever since infancy, making him a perfect partner for a specter detector, but he always said he never wanted to be one. It was "too dangerous".
"And what's this beautiful baby?" He asked running his hand over the cold metal of the Fenton portal.
Danny sighed and rolled his eyes slowly. "Oh, that's the Fenton Portal, some giant black hole between dimensions that allows ghost to come in and out of the physical world and the ghost zone or something like that." Tucker gawked in amazement and Danny slumped over a lab table, minding half consciously not to knock over any chemicals that resided on the table.
"Have you ever fired it up?" Tucker wondered as he scrutinized the controls.
"Nah, my folks said it doesn't work."
"Oh, please. Whenever adults say things don't work that just means they think they're too dangerous for us to handle." Even as he spoke Tucker began to put on a Fenton suit.
"Right, so then why are you going inside?"
"Well, don't you want to know? I know I do."
"Tucker."
"Oh, come on Danny one peek won't hurt." He began to climb in when Danny grabbed his collar; pulling him back behind the yellow line.
"True, it won't hurt me, since I know more about it than you do, I mean I did help make some of this thing." Danny felt some stepping in was in order, when Tucker was on a rant like this only true facts would set him aside.
Tucker groaned and took off the suit, handing it to Danny who hastily put it on and made his way beyond the safe line. Sometimes he wondered how Tucker always got him into these predicaments.
Danny climbed inside the portal and touched the cold, metal sides. The inside wasn't so appealing, just a bunch of broken faulty wires with the occasional spark every now and then.
"There's nothing interesting in here Tuck, just some faulty wiring, I'm coming out before I get electrocuted." He turned and began to walk out before noticing something on the wall to his right. Some wiring was broken there too but the electricity seemed to be hissing? Whispering? Speaking?
Danny. It murmured to him and Danny immediately turned his attention towards Tucker.
"Tuck, did you say something?" He asked shakily and when Tucker shook his head he turned back to the wall.
Danny, it whispered again and the wire snaked towards him. Come to me, come to your destiny. It coaxed him towards it and Danny seemed to be in trance for he walked slowly towards the sparking wire.
"Danny, man, come out of there that wire's gonna fry you!" Tucker called for him but Danny didn't listen, his whole hearing seemed mute to nothing but the speaking wire.
Your destiny, your destiny, your des-tin-y.
He walked closer and closer, reaching out his hand and the wire came towards him, glowing in an eerie green that when it came in contact with his hand, his whole world went black. A burnt feeling surging through his veins as he felt the very core of whom he was being merged with something. Something slimy and wet and powerful………..
"Danny, Danny, Danny are you okay?" The next thing Danny knew he was on the ground, Tucker by his side.
"Wha-what happened?" He asked tiredly.
"You tell me."
"I-I don't know, I went into the portal and I heard this voice calling to me, then next thing I knew it was like I was being electrocuted or something." Danny scratched his head rapidly, trying to recapture the moment beforehand but he was drawing all blanks for the time being.
"Then that explains this." Tucker held up a mirror and Danny gasped when he saw his reflection.
"Oh, no, what-what happened to me? I look like an old man trapped in a young man's body!"
"And if that made sense I'd agree with you."
0O0
The fate was inevitable, Danny had acquired ghost powers. He didn't know exactly how or why but he did, and so far only Tucker knew. Telling his parents and Jazz was out of the question from the start. Besides, how would Amity Park's best Specter Detectors react to find out their son was now half ghost? And Jazz, well, that reason was self exclamatory.
So here Danny was, almost two months later, still in no proper control of his powers and at his high school freshman orientation.
"Here at Casper high we want to provide the very best for all you young scholars." Principle Ishiyama announced in the most staged giddy voice she could speak in.
"Uhg, why every year do they pull this 'we actually care about you' speech?" Tucker questioned and slumped further down into his chair. Danny was too jumpy to answer though. Ever since the accident he got nervous in big crowds, fearing his powers would malfunction and everyone would deem him a ghost, which although a normal aspect to Amity Park, weren't respected.
Just then a pale, black haired girl sat down next to Danny. She seemed to be just getting there, probably late to the orientation and she nonchalantly placed her arm on the arm rest next to Danny's. She wore a black sweater dress that came up dangerously high if it hadn't been for the purple leggings and black combat boots she was wearing under it. Her dress seemed too big in the front so it instinctively hung over her left shoulder, revealing a purple strap to most likely her tank top. Danny only took a short glance at her to indicate someone was there and began to panic, making his hand invisible for a few moments. She flashed her gaze over at him for a moment and then placed her finger tips to her temples.
A powerful being without control is simply madness. A voice echoed in Danny's head. He jumped up. It wasn't the same voice he had heard in the Portal, it was more feminine and calm.
Proper control is key, Danny already knew all these things, so why was he hearing them in his head now? Who was supposed to teach him anyway?
Who are you? He asked, wanting answers for once.
A friend, a mentor, a conscious. But I think the better question is who are you? Danny growled and dug his nails in his hair violently.
Always with the ambiguous answers.
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