Author's Introduction: This is just my take on what happens behind the scenes when a cartoon show is canceled. You guys ready? =)
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They say that when the creator comes to their show, it's big stuff. Heavy stuff. Stuff you don't want them to be coming for a visit for. Why can they never just come for a cup of Joe and maybe a doughnut? It's just not how it works, I guess.
My show's creator is a dude by the name of Butch Hartman. I've always known that he would come, I guess I just hoped I'd like, I dunno, die, or get caught by Skulker, or join Plasmius or something equally as horrible before it happened. No such luck.
When the creator comes to their own creation, it's bound to be an event. Everyone was talking about it before I even knew. In fact, I think I was in the shower when he first got here. I guess he got bogged down by hopeful characters, (the ones that want a new nose, or to be a tinge thinner, or even to have a different personalities), before getting to Fenton Works. When he got here, I knew. Don't ask me how; it was kind of like a ghost sense, only not.
I threw on clothes, (from my uniform closet), and got downstairs as fast as possible. Dad was at the bottom of the stairs, and he put his hands on my shoulders. (In a very serious, un-Jack like fashion. It was more of what Jazz is always pestering him to be like) He said, "Danny, I just wanted you to know that if Hartman decides to cancel the show, I'll be right here for you. I even have fudge."
That was actually touching. "Dad, you'd share your fudge with me?"
He laughed. "Oh, of course not. I just meant that I'll be in a good mood. Now, go face your creator." And pushed me toward the door. Wow, I thought, underwhelmed by his sympathy, he's so thoughtful.
Nervously, I smoothed my shaggy black hair one more time and stepped outside. Butch was standing there, smiling a bit, with my family and friends. "There's the star," he said, trying to set a light tone. "How ya doin' Danny?"
I shook my head. "Why don't you tell me? Not to be rude, but shouldn't you be running this whole thing," I spread my arms, "instead of a meet and greet with me?"
Sam nodded. "We know that when the creator comes it's trouble, Butch. Why don't we get on with it?" She was shooting the man eye darts all over the place. If it had been any other time, I would have laughed.
He ran his hand through his dark hair. "Well, I've got bad news. Your show is being cancelled-" gasps all around "-and we have one more big show to do. It's called Phantom Planet." He shot me a comforting glance. "Are you okay with this, Danny? The fans will need some closure."
In my mind I was screaming, The fans?! What about me? Don't I need closure? Will I even get that through this show? I'm not ready to stop! I'm not ready to be done being Danny Phantom and go back to boring old Danny Fenton! Butch! How could you do this to me? What about all my friends? My family! This isn't fair!!
But I only said, "I guess."
He nodded and launched into details of the hour long movie. I jumped over the side of the steps, sticking my hands in my pockets, and began walking. Sam noticed and came after me. "Danny? Are you okay?"
I just stopped, waiting for her to catch up to me. "No I'm not alright. Sam, I'm getting cancelled! Pretty soon I won't be able to do this-" I held up my arms and transformed. She nodded and I changed back. "- and I don't want to just be Danny Fenton with average parents and an average sister and an average life. Why wouldn't I be disappointed? But it's not just disappointment." I searched for a word. "It's more then that."
Sam shrugged. "But no matter what, I'll always be your average friend. And Tucker will be your average… nerd. Why is he so type-cast, anyway?" She laughed. I didn't. Tucker's natural nerdiness wasn't very entertaining when your life is falling apart. Sam sighed. "I'm sorry, Danny. I really am."
But even with her comfort, I still had a long way to go. And, I was being cancelled. What's up with that?!
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