AN: so i saw this really great pic on deviant art, and it inspired me to write this. here's the link if you want to see the pic for yourself. enjoy!
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DISCLAIMER: i don't own danny phantom, or the phantom of the opera.
"Now class, as we tour this old opera house, I advise you, touch nothing, and I won't have to call your parents for any reason at all. This place is old, and so are the things in it. This is the last time you will ever get to see it, for it's being torn down so the town has room to -sigh- put up a new mega mall cinnaplex theater. Now follow me, class," called Mr. Lancer as his class, and a few other classes, strolled threw the large lobby of the amity park opera house.
A wrinkled old man stepped out of a car. A nurse maid came to him bringing a wheel chair and helped him to sit. Slowly, she wheeled him into an old building, past rubble, and a large mound covered with a blanket. Ahead of him, on a stage, was a man calling off numbers for an auction.
Danny Fenton, a member of Mr. Lancers class, stopped walking, putting his hand on his head, his eyes shut as I something was bothering him.
The old man looked across the floor, seeing an old face he knew once before. A woman, as old as he or maybe a few years younger, looked back at him. A silent tense hello passed between them. Their attention was brought back to the auctioneer as he called out the description of the next lot, number 665. a small music box, with a monkey playing the symbols, dressed in Persian robes.
Sam Madison, one of Danny's best friends stopped a few feet away when she noticed her friend had stopped. "Danny, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Sam, some thing's wrong. These images are flashing in my head," he said, now putting both hands on his head. "i don't feel good, Sam. Some thing's happening."
"I'll get Mr Lancer. Hold on Danny," Sam said, urgency making her speak quickly.
After it was demonstrated that the music box was still in working order, the old man and woman waged a betting war on the small item. The woman, finally admitting defeat, and allowing the old man to purchase the music box. The box was put in his lap, and he examined it with remembrance. 'a collectors piece indeed. Every detail, exactly as she said,' he thought.
Danny swayed, putting his hand out to steady himself. He wished tucker had been able to make the trip, cause then he wouldn't he standing here alone. Sam's foot steps took her away from him, as she called out their teachers name. Before him, students started to whisper about him; about his usual odd behavior, about concern for him, or about him faking to get out of the boring field trip.
'will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead?' the old man's thoughts were interrupted as the auctioneer called out lot 666: an old chandelier that had been somewhat repaired. He began to tell a tail of the phantom of the opera, a story that was never told in full, and had some pieces still missing, like the chandelier that was supposedly part of the old tale.
"our work shops have repaired it, and wired parts of it with new electric light. Perhaps we can frighten away the ghost of so many years ago, with a little illumination. Gentlemen." and with that said, the cloth covering the chandelier was removed, and it began to rise into the air.
Danny's last effort to stay continuous failed on him, and he went crashing to the floor. Several students gasped, as Sam went running back to her friend. Head cradled in her lap, she called to him, trying to wake him. "Danny, wake up Danny, come on wake up." but her effort was rewarded with nothing. The young man, known as Daniel Fenton, continued to sleep.
~*~
From a world that did not know time, two people watched.
"hmm, I am interested to see how the young ghost boy handles this situation" said a young boy.
"you, clockwork, should know as anybody else that you cannot overwrite time. That story has already been written out. It's ending can never change."
"That is true, phantom, but what Danny experiences will change him, and his future, not the story." the young clockwork changed to the adult one, turning to look at his captive and companion.
"then well see how he fairs. 'Corse, if you let me go, I could change his future quite drastically." phantom said, smirking with evil intent.
"no, you my friend, shall have no part in this. Just sit back and watch, the show is about to begin," old clockwork said, waving his hand in front of the looking glass. Suddenly, Danny's who class fell asleep too, joining Danny in the trip to the past.
AN: so what do you think? i know i've got another story right now, and i will when more insperation comes. but for now, other fans get this. tell me what you think?