Disclaimer: I do not own Dany Phantom, Butch Hartman does.
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
'Dark Thoughts'
(Authors Notes)
Summary:All ghosts have an obsession, it's part of what defines being a ghost, so is a half ghost so diffrent that they have no obsession? No it doesn't it just make them more unstable. And so Danny's human facade fractures when his obsession is taken.
Fractures in the Façade
Chapter 1: Voices
"Danny if you're going to drool, would you mind not doing it over my tofu soy melt?" a black haired girl demanded of her pasty faced friend in white shirt with red trim, who was presently leaning forward elbows resting on the white table and hands propping up his head. The raven haired boy was turned towards the shops counter, eyes unfocused and mouth slightly agape, with the offending drool seeping its way down his chin.
"Sam, drool on a tofu soy melt isn't drool, its seasoning." Commented the African American from across the table from the two whilst wearing a red beret which clashed terribly with his long sleeve yellow shirt.
The Sam's left eye twitched, threatening to smudge her heavy black eyeliner as she followed the direction her friends head was pointed towards the counter, face looking murderous at the African fgirl in the yellow uniform of the Nasty Burger standing behind the grease smeared counter. The girl flicker her hair as she served another customer, the orange hair band failing to hold back her dark tresses.
Dragging her gaze back Sam fixed her dark skinned friend with a piercing gaze as she pointedly shifted her meal out from beneath the dazed boy next to her. 'Stupid Valerie. What the hell Danny sees's in her I'll never understand, she's trying to his ghostly ass half the time they meet anyway! Gah, it makes me so mad!'
"Seriously Danny, you need to let go. It was over between you and Valerie before it really began." The yellow shirted boy told apparently love struck friend, pausing in devouring his meat filled burger as the girl took off her hat as another girl took her place. The girl nominated as Valerie turned and gave Danny a smile and small wave despite his vacant stare, before heading out back to change.
"Huh, sorry Tuck, what'd you say?" Danny spoke, shaking his head to remove the fog from his brain. As he stopped shaking he found his eyes locked onto the black tank top of the girl sitting next to him. The well rounded, tight, revealing… He gulped inaudibly before wrenching his gaze to his friend across the table who gave him an odd look, noticing what Sam hadn't, how Danny had been looking at the pale skinned goth girl next to him. Though he'd never admit it to either of his two friends Danny hadn't been looking at Valerie, his unfocused eyes had been staring at a very different sight inside his own head involving someone else entirely.
"I said you need to let go. Valerie just wasn't the girl for you." The now named Tucker replied with a slight shake of his own head. 'How can they both be so blind?' he wondered internally.
"Yeah I know…" Danny replied slumping back into his seat, eyes lidded with a touch of sadness. As he swilled the drink he'd bought to fit in. "…but it's not easy. Do you realise what it's like to like someone you can't be with?" whilst the comment fitted the situation at hand, Danny wasn't being entirely truthful. Whilst what he said was true, he wasn't thinking about the dark skinned beauty at all, rather someone with a much paler, almost unhealthy complexion, similar to his own sickly white skin.
Sam's eyes bulged at her friend's comment, purple soda spraying out her mouth before she could swallow before glancing guiltily at the boy sitting next to her. No one else in the restaurant noticed, despite the small ruckus, all too deep in their own conversations to care.
"Do you Sam? Huh, do yah?" Tucker waggled his eyebrows to emphasise his point before he was hit in the face by a crushed soda cup thrown by the enraged girl.
As the remains of her grape fizz drink dripped on her friends shirt, leaving a few stains the goth diva replied "All I know is you'll never catch me going googily eyed over some…" she paused, eyes fixed on the open doorway. "Oh my." She finished.
"Ah there you children are!" Sam, Danny and Tucker heard the unhip voice of their English teacher Mr Lancer enter the fast food joint, followed by the bald and portly teacher himself.
Walking over with white haired teen the blue shirted Man stopped by the trio's table. He pointed to the boy next to him before saying "This is Gregor. An exchange student visiting us from…" he paused trying to remember where the boy said to say he was from. "Hungry?" he finished with a questioning tone.
Tucker taking this literally turned and offered some of his meat and cheese artery disaster to the third pale skinned teen around the table.
Holding his hands up defensively, as if to ward off an impending heart attack the long black sleeves of his shirt almost getting dripped on by the drops of sauces being flung from the offered food. "No Thank you. I have already eaten." He supplied with a strange accent.
Sam rested her elbows on the table using the to hold up her head much as Danny had earlier, her features taking on a dreamy look as she took in the black boots protruding from beneath white jeans, the white vest complementing his black shirt. The dark sunglasses setting off the whole look with an air of distain that just screamed cool to the girl. She sighed as her friend not offering their guest any meat looked at her before following her gaze and scowling.
'Mine. MINE! Destroy him, she's MINE!' screamed a voice, or more like an impulse, inside Danny's whose eyes flickered to a glowing green for a moment, unnoticed by all present before he suppressed the urge.'Woah, that was a little eird.' Was his thought before he noticed Sam's response to Gregro's comment. He sighed, annoyed, as next to him his female friend covered her mouth as and laughed at the bad humour.
"Yes but there's only so many opening lines you can use, when you're actually from Hungry." Gregor continued turning to look at Sam, the lights highlighting the gold loops hanging from his ears.
"Great!" Mr Lancer said placing a jovial hand on Gregor's shoulder. "You're getting along and I don't get paid for over time." He took his hand back to wave slightly as he walked off. "You kids have fun. Bye!" and with that he was gone, out the doors and down the road before anyone else could do more than turn a head to watch him leave.
"S-so, did you actually eat?" Sam stuttered as she gazed up at the new exchange student.
"Yes. But not here." He replied in a condescending tone. "I doubt there's anything I would like to eat here. I don't eat anything with a face on it because I am Ultra-Recyclo-Vegetarian." He supplied leaning forward towards Sam as he spoke eyebrows raising suggestively.
Sam paused, her untouched soy melt halfway to her mouth. "Ultra-Recyclo-Vegetarian?" she questioned, her eyes lighting up with respect and something, a little, more.
Danny glanced at her then scowled slumping back into his chair arms folded with a scowl on his face, suppressing a strong desire to unleash his other half and send this new kid into another dimension.
Gregaor reached out a hand which Sam took to willingly for Danny's taste and shook his hand. After taking his hand back, the white and black clothed teen smelt his hand before declaring "Ah, Tofu soy melt, excellent choice Miss…?"
"Manson. Sam Manson. It's short for Samantha but my friends call me Sam. You can call me Sam to. Why am I still taking? I'm such a spazz." Sam burbled. Gesturing as she talked.
"Pffft. I find it charming." Gregor countered slipping into the both on Tucker's side to sit opposite Sam, flashing her a smile.
Sam just stared back smiling to as that dreamy look reclaimed her features.
Danny scowled and grabbed his soda. Not because he was thirsty, he'd never really felt thirsty since the accident or hungry for that matter but it was something to do with his hands. Other than pummelling the white haired teen who had just joined them, attested to as he crushed the cup in his aggressive grip. Before he could take a sip and try to calm down mist clawed its way out of his lungs leaving a pale blue streak in the air before the warmth of the air dissipated it. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but ah… we got to go Sam." Danny said as he jumped up from his seat onto the red and white tiled floor, jerking his thumb over shoulder to indicate leaving.
Even as he started running of a high pitched screeching laugh echoed through the Nasty Burger and a pale green ribbon of a ghost with glowing red eyes and mouth phased through the roof just behind the counter. People screamed, panicking before running for the exits as the ghost flew around still laughing.
Gregor and Sam still sat at their table. Sam unfazed by the spectre and Gregor unused to such an experience inquired in a shocked voice "Ghost?"
"Ahh, welcome to Amity Park!" Sam shrugged nervously.
Danny and Tucker screeched round the corner to the bathe rooms. Danny tried the door only to find in locked. Looking at the handle he held out his hand towards tucker. "Dime please." He said and Tucker reached into his pocket before pulling out the coin and flicking it to his friend who smiled. "Thanks." Danny called before promptly shoving the money in the slot. Dashing into the bathroom he slammed the door shut. A flashed of light later and a pale faced and a glowing teen phased his way out of bathroom.
Gregor and Sam looked up as up as a glowing white spectre clad in a black jumpsuit with white cloves and belt with a swirling black tail shot overhead.
Gregor stood up following the ghost's flight with his eyes. "Now there is a ghost who knows hair!" he exclaimed indicating the ghost's deathly white hair whose ivory colour was enhanced by the ghosts pearly glow.
Both ghosts phased through the roof, the white one following the green.
The white ghost looked around upon emerging into the air. Legs rematerialised to reveal white boots to match his gloves and belt. He glanced around searching for his quarry. "Where'd you go?" he questioned before a blue energy bolt scorched the top of his head making him duck and curse.
Looking to where the blast had come from the ghost noted two guys dressed in white suits with black ties and classes bearing down on him upon two floating bike like vehicles.
"The guys in white?" the ghost questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Tucker ran out the door, brown leather shoes slapping the concrete in his haste. He glanced up at the floating ghost of hid friend. "you need are help?" he hollered up.
"Nah I can handle these losers." Came the reply, the ghosts voice echoing as he spoke, despite the lack of cave.
The two bikes extended duel lasers from their fronts and began to fire more blue plasma shots at the young phantom, causing him to have to separate his legs and torso to dodge, his halfs connected by an intangible black smoke. Pulling himself back to gether he gave a frightened look at the approaching government lackeys before taking off, legs reforming into a ghostly tail from his speed.
Landing on the roof as his legs reappeared Danny's ghost ran and flipped his way along the edge before leaping off the end of the purple buildings roof. Floating in mid air he turned to look back again. "Losers who got better." He announced to himself with a tinge of worry. Green ectoplasm swirled around his hands before he raised them and fire two shots at the oncoming ghost hunters.
Two blue energy shields materialised around the bikes. The "Danny Phantom! You are under arrest in accordance with the anti-ghost protection act edition 1, page 1, paragraph 1-A!" the African American agent shouted.
"Commence attack protocol Z, in accordance with the standard rules of engagement section 2 paragraph 1." The European agent commanded.
"Second edition abridged?" his companion inquired.
"Second edition abridged." He confirmed before pulling out a pen, mirrored by his partner. Clicking them the pens converted into impossibly large ecto-blasters for such small pens.
"GAH!" Danny exclaimed erecting a green ecto-shield of his own around himself. Both agents flew past, firing as they went. The first agent took out his shield and second scored a hit.
Smoke rising from his frame Danny Phantom looked both annoyed and depressed as he added "A lot better."
Both speeders circled around in high rolling loops before coming in for another run. Guns deploying from every conceivable place on the vehicles the two agents took aim and fired.
"Fu…" Phantom began but was cut off as he spilt his body into a circle to dodge the first salvo, he erected a shield to block the second and went intangible to avoid the third. Still blue and see through but visible from being intangible Danny charged up a large ball of glowing green ecto-energy.
Turning tangible again and regaining his almost monochromatic coloration he smirked whilst saying "But I got better to!" before hurling the ball towards the two Guys in White.
"AAHHH!" both men exclaimed, blinded by the flash as the sphere detonated, the shockwave blasting them off their bikes, which were incinerated moments later, to land safely in a pool below.
Turning around and flying off as the two agents posed no more thrat Danny began to search for his two friends. "Now I all I gotta do is save Sam and Tucker from the clutches of a smarmy foreign exchange student.
Finally finding them Danny ducked round a corner as he heard the three talking.
"Sweet PDA, where'd you get the enhanced graphics?" he heard Tucker exclaim with excitement about technology only a techno-geek or Technus could achieve.
"I can…" Gregor paused, raising a finger o his chin in thought. "er, how do you American's say it? Beam you the upgrade software. Europe is always 6 months ahead of technology current." The white haired and dressed teen reached forward and picked Tuckers red beret of his head, swivelling it round he placed it back on but backwards. "And we wear our berets just so. It's very goth."
Sam's eyes lit up at this statement "You're a goth!" a confused expression took hold as she gave Gregor another once over. "But you're in white!"
"In Hungry, white is the new black." Was Gregors prompt reply as the three began to walk off. Danny floated back round the corner eyes flashing dangerously, unseen by the new trio as they walked off. Depression clawed at the ghosts features as he fought to hold in the voice hammering on the walls calling for blood for taking what was his. 'She's mine, mine! My obsession, mine!' 'Gah! Shut up whatever the hell you are and leave me alone!' he scrunched his face in anguish as the impulse kept howling. Clutching his head in pain as his eyes turned from glowing green, spectral forms of living eyes to twin pools of acid green light, no white, no pupil, just green light.
"BRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!" yelled the bell, signalling the start of lunch.
"Opps! Sorry! My bad!" Tucker exclaimed crashing into ANOTHER random person and bouncing off.
"OW!" cam both Tucker and Danny's voices as Tucker ricocheted in his best friend. "Excuse me" Tucker tried, turning blindly again.
"Will you wear this thing normal!" Danny growled as he eyed his friends reversed beret.
"What? Gregor thinks it's cool!" Tucker exclaimed, lifting the floppy red cloth so he could see his white shirted and blue jeaned friend.
"Oh, who cares about Gregor!" Danny huffed, pissed at his friends attitude.
"Guys!" came Sam's amazed and somewhat dreamy voice.
"Give you three guesses." Tucker chuckled, throwing his arm around his friends shoulder, shivering at his friend's unnaturally cold temperature. 'Man I'll never get used to him feeling like he's made of ice, even in summer.'
'Mine!' came the impulse again. Danny ignored it, just like he did every time he saw his gothic friend. He couldn't remember exactly when it had started but it seemed about the time the portal zapped him one and he'd been rendered half dead making him a half ghost. So Danny just chalked it up as a ghost thing and left it at that. He'd mentioned it to Tucker once or twice but stopped after all the laughs and nudges he received for his confidance.
"Where, in Gregor's locker?" Danny accused, a hurt and desperate feeling coiling in his chest.
Sam's smile fell at Danny's words to be replaced by a peeved frown. "Woa, thank you Joe hostility." She mocked in response.
"Look Sam I'm just saying that Gregor…" Danny began, holding up a hand for emphasis.
"That Gregor what?" an accented voice asked from behind Danny. Danny paused, eyes snapping wide as the impulse screamed 'KIILLL!' 'Woah, that's new.' Danny turned round coming face to face with the taller euro-goth.
"Ah, hi Gregor." Danny stumbled, unsure of himself as he reeled from the deadly impulses slamming around inside his skull.
"By the way, cool shirt." Gregor continued when Danny paused.
"Ah, thanks?" Danny replied, caught off gurad. "Not too much red messing up the whole whit thing for you?"
"It totally works for you." Gregor smiled before raising his hand intradgety "I could never pull off such a look myself."
Danny smiled as the internal screams stopped, miffed at the response. "Ah, thanks." Danny smiled, glad to be free of the pounding of his subconscious.
"Pffftt." Gregor extended his arm wrist bent in a 'think nothing of it gesture.' "Same, would you care to show me around school?" He inquired, holding his arm out for the gothic diva.
"I thought you'd never ask." Sam replied with a warm smile, linking her arm with the white goth's as they walked off.
Danny shivered slightly as his mind came under assault by what he referred to as his ghostly subconscious again. Only this time he was scared of it himself and could finally see were Dan Phantom had come from. He could feel it's normal harmless if somewhat possessive nature transform into bloodlust. 'Kill! Maim! Burn! Kill! Maim! Burn! Kill! Maim! Burn! Kill! Maim! Burn! Kill! Maim! Burn!'
"You know, he's not a bad guy." Tucker commented from beneath his hat, not seeing his friend clutch his head, eyes shut as he tried to drown out the voice as it screamed it's rage inside his mind, the feelings not directed at their normal target but rather the guy whose arm she was linked with.
I still don't trust him!" Danny spat, eyes glued to the pair now had opened them finally reeling the impulses back in. His eyes widened as a thin trail of blue mist slipped out of his poen mouth whilst a shiver crept up his spine.
The lights dimmed as an ectopus floated up out of the form and became a tangible green tenatcled monster. People screamed and began to flee from the ethereal spectre who took off down the corridor.
"More on this later." Danny groaned as he dived into a nearby janitor's closet. The window flashed with a bright white light before a white haired Danny phantom phased out the door and down the corridor after the ectopus.
Racing down the now empty corridors which still echoed with the screams of the fleeing. Following the ghost as it phased through a set of lockers and the wall behind Danny became tangible as he entered the room only to be pelted in the face by a barrage of spinning tentacles.
"Uuuuhhhh" Danny groaned seeing the odd star as he watched the ectopus phase through the floor. Diving after it into the corridor below Danny chased the ghost through the closed door labelled 'Pool' and into the pool.
Looking around for the ghost octopus Danny's eyes widened at the two figures in white wetsuits and SCUBA gear, who fired a pair of torpedo's at him from matching bazookas. Dodging the anti-ecto weapons Danny heard one of the men begin talking.
"Firing ghost depth charge! Prepare for the great white whale!"
"Wait! Those are only for…" his companion tried to tell him as he pressed a button on his suit, a hatch at the back of his belt dropping what appeared to be a glowing green pipe bomb.
Danny turned intangible and cannoned out of the pool, barely noticing the now open pool door or hearing his English teacher Mr Lancer exclaim to the supposedly empty room. "Ah the perfect way to spend lunch. Shakespeare by the pool and dry, white toast."
Danny barely made it through the roof before an explosion launched the water out of the pool and all over one poor and now annoyed teacher. Mr Lancer glanced into the pool. "Hunt for Red October!" was his supriesed cry at the two men stranded on the bottom of the now empty pool.
"….Deep water use." The agent finished explaining.
"Think about it." A ghostly Danny exclaimed to his red hated friend as they stood in a desterted back alley that evening. "Gregor shows up, so do the guys in white. He's got the whole white hair, white clothes thing, so do the guys in white!"
"To be fair, the guys in white don't have hair. They're bald." Tucker commented.
Danny ploughed on unperturbed. "And what's with the phoney accent, and that whole, pffft thing?" Danny performed the action to emphasise his point.
"So you're saying Gregor's a spy?" Tucker asked, slightly confused by his friends apparent paranoia. 'Though he probably has grounds to be more paranoid than most.' Tucker commented to himself.
"And I'm saying that maybe I should keep an invisible eye on him and Sam." Danny concluded a smile lighting up his face at Tucker's apparent agreement with him, as this managed to subdue the beast again.
"WHAT!" Tucker felt uneasy as he followed his friend to the ally entrance, watching the pair in question walk towards them down the street. "No. No. You're going to spy on Sam?"
"Hey," Danny said as he turned invisible. "it's for her own good." Finished the apparently empty air.
"It's a bad idea!" Tucker yelled at the sky, where he suspected Danny to be.
"Ah, shouting angrily into the sky." Gregor commented as he walked past. "Very euro-goth, I like it." He picked up Tucker's beret and again placed it backwards on his head.
As Gregor walked off with a giggling Sam Tucker felt an invisible set of hands twist his beret back around before a gust of air indicating the passing of an object, namely a certain ghost, at speed.
"It's still a bad idea!" Tucker yelled after his invisible friend.
Sam giggled as she skipped stones across the lake at the Park with Gregor, managing to beat him by at least two skips every time. Her last stone unknowingly going through an intangible and invisible Danny, her struggled to rain in his feelings.
"Oh, look Sam it is almost time for our movie. Perhaps we should be going?" Gregor mentioned as he glanced at his watch.
"Oh yeah! Icha Icha Paradise is supposed to be an awesome Japanese love story. I love foreign films, so non-mainstream." Sam smiled, acting a bit out of character because Gregor and trying to impress him.
As they sat in the theatre watching the raunchy movie Sam couldn't help but feel watched and kept glancing around. Once she would have sworn she saw a silhouette of Danny's head against the screen but dismissed it as just her imagination and mild paranoia acting up. 'Hey no one fights ghost for long and doesn't become at least a little paranoid.' She consoled herself.
"So Sam, what would you like to eat?" Gregor asked as he led the steel capped, combat boot wearing girl around the mall. Her green hatched black skirt contrasting well with her purple tights, who matched the purple oval on her black tank top.
"Oh, I don't know. How does spaghetti sound? I like Italian food, don't you. It's so different and original and why I am I still talking, I'm spazzing out again aren't I?" Sam gushed and blushed slightlu as she realised she was talking so fast.
"It's okay, I kind of like that about you." Gregor smirked. 'Yes! She is so into me dude! Right on!'
Gregor ordered and paid for a large bowl of spaghetti bolognaise which he brought back to the table Sam had taken for them to share.
Above their heads, unseen and unheard a voice growled of the screams of it's own subconscious. "Oh, man if they share a strand of that spaghetti I'm gonna hurl."
Elsewhere in the mall a one white suited man commented to his equally dressed fcompanion "Why do they call it a white sale when none of the clothes are white?"
Just then his partners watch, or what appeared to be a watch, started beeping with a pulsing blue alarm light, causing both white suited men to drop their small purchase bags and run off, looking for the spook they detected. Green ecto scanners emerging out of their black shades they reached a balcony overlooking the food court and began to scan for the silent spectre.
Glancing up the African man announced to his fellow agent. "Agent K, the Fox is in the Hen House."
"Agent O, initiate battle plan G, with limited collateral protocol alpha, Section 2, Paragraph 8, version 2 abridged. Silencers on!" Agent K responded.
Both men raised their wrist, enormous blue blasters transforming out of their wrist watches and fired twin blue ecto beams at the invisible ghost.
Danny, not paying attention to anything but Sam and Gregor and the raging argument about if incinerating or dismembering the euro-goth would be more painful, didn't notice the blue beams till they hit him in the chest, blasting him towards the ceiling. Luckily he turned intangible on reflex as so he flew straight through the ceiling and into the night sky instead of smashing into the roof.
Sam paused in her eating, startled by the weapons sound. Looking around and seeing no ghost she shrugged and returned to her food.
Agent K and O looked at each other and nodded. Looking back at the roof whit armour with balck trim wrapped itself around both agents as twin rockets popped from their suit backs.
"Intangibility suits deployed." Agent K reported.
"Operation Ivory Mist is go!" Agent K responded as both men became intangible, thanks to their suits, and balsted off and up through the ceiling, after the wayward ghost.
"Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Danny yelled as he tumbled through the air, propelled a great distance due to his weightless nature. Managing to stop and regain controlof his flight, Danny smirked. "Close, but you'll never catch me now!"
"Guess again kiddo!" Agent K responded from behind Phantom.
"Look! What's the matter with you two? I'm not doing anything! Why can't you leave me alone!" Danny argued, frayed nerves riled by the twin balsters staring him in the face.
"An unauthorised entity of scale 7 ecto-plsamic power!" Agent K challenged.
"A pre-pubescent ecto-cosmic spectre operating freely? Unaceptable." Agent O concluded.
"HEY!" came Danny's indignant reply. "I have totally hit puberty!" earning confused looks from the Guys in White as he fished around inside the front of his jump suit he pulled out a glowing white hair. "See! That's totally a chest hair!"
The reply was a twin blue beam to the chest that knocked Danny all the way back to the mall carpark, crashing him into the ground between two parked cars.
"Now let's finish this. Operation White Gorilla initaing!" Agent K announced.
"Negative." Agent O replied. "Our battery levels our too drained. We'll have to return to base and recharge before we can capture a magnitude 7."
Grumbling the two agents flew off.
Danny glanced up as the two agents flew off, wondering why they hadn't come after him again but not complaining."Could this week get any worse?" the glowing spook grumbled.
Danny glanced up as he heard the annoyingly familiar voice of Gregor say "Sam, is something I must tell you here and now."
Danny's glowing green eyes locked onto the pair as Sam spoke, saying "ok? What?" She was looking coyly to the side, eyes darting back every so often to the white clad goth in front of her.
"You have little, tiny strand of spaghetti hanging from your lip, right here." Gregor intoned softly, as he held leaned in and held Sam's chin.
Sam's eyes fluttered for a moment before closing as she unconsciously kissed back.
"And now it's officially worse." Danny concluded, before grabbing at his head with both hands. Ghostly fingers scratched and scrabbled at his spectral scalp amidst his tussled white hair. The screaming of something that he somehow new was part of him and not some outside influence making it harder and harder to think. He was blind and death to the world which made him miss Sam's reaction shortly thereafter that may have saved Danny from his torment.
Sam's eyes blinked open as she realise what was happening. Placing her hands on the eur-goth's shoulders she pushed him back with an exclamation of "Woah their big fella! Don't you think we're rushing this a bit?"
"Ah, yes, yes." Gregor replied, guiltily rubbing his hair. 'Damn, so close dude.' "I forget the American girl's like to take it slow." He smiled trying to show he was sorry.
"I've… just got some things to figure out." Sam explained.
"I respect this." Gregor said, reaching out for her hand and interlacing their fingers before leading her off on the walk home. This prevented either goth from hearing the pain of the ghost they failed to notice.
"I'm beginning to… think that… spying is better left… to soulless… government drones." Danny moaned as he collapsed to the ground knee's buckling. Hunched over Danny felt like his head was going to burst, the pain etched inside his skull unbearable as he moaned, trying not to scream like the voice in his head. "What do you want? Why, what is this? Somebody…. Please, no, ohhhhh….." he continued to moan as his eyes flashed once, their green irises replaced with the same emerald abysses from earlier, the light also spilling from his mouth too. "Why? What… what is this… this feeling?... This…. Obsession." Green crack began to form in Danny's ghostly skin, the green light of ectoplasm spilling out from the wounds into his white aura. The fractures lanced out from the corners of his eyes, reaching back to his hair line and down onto his cheeks. Danny bit his tongue in an attempt not to scream, the sickly sweet taste of his own ectoplasm spilling into his mouth before the blessed darkness claimed him and Danny went into that place where pain and screams cannot reach you.
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So there you have it People, my first chapter for my first DP fanfic. No idea how good it is really but I hope you all liked it.
Anyway three trivia questions. One should be easy for any true DP fans but the other two? Well ones pretty obscure.
A digital cookie for anyone who can get either of the first 2 right, and a digital cake for anyone who can get number 3.
1. What episode of Danny Phantom does this story start from?
2. What anime series does Icha Icha Paradise come from?
3. Who is the original person who said "Kill! Maim! Burn! Kill! Maim Burn!"or what universe/game is he from?
And don't google the answers. Your going to google them now, aren't you? Damn it.