I know, I know, I really shouldn't really be writing another story, but I was being brutily attacked by another plot bunny. This is going to be another multichapter story, so I hope I can get a few people to stick with me throughout the whole thing.

Also, I wanted to throw out that I just got an account on FictionPress. I will be writting a novel there, and I will have the first chapter of that posted on December 16. My pen name is Pheek, there, too. So please go check me out once I have that story posted.

Disclaimer: This is going to come as a shock, but I don't own Danny Phantom.


Chapter 1: An Accidental Accident

Pain. I felt the electricity run through my body like I was a light bulb. I heard my friends' screams along with my own. All I could see was green. In about half a minute I fainted. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. My troubles all started a few months ago when my parents first started building the portal, the day they completed it, I thought would just be like any other day. Boy was I ever wrong…

The morning started out like any other. I awoke at seven to the beeping of my horrid alarm clock. Grumbling, I hit the off button. I slowly made my way out of bed. I went over to my closet and put on my favorite outfit: a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. I then smoothed down my messy hair, working out the tangles with my hands. Once satisfied, I made my way down stairs.

I was at the second stair from the bottom, when due to my clumsiness; I tripped and fell the rest of the way down. Once at the bottom, I received looks from my family. My sister just shook her head and went back to her book, my dad did the same except that he went back to his fudge, and my mom gave me her same concerned look and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Fine," I grumbled. This was the daily routine. I always did something out of my klutziness. As irritating as it was, that's the way it is. Satisfied with my answer, my mom went back to her paper. I then continued my daily routine; which was just eating breakfast. I poured some cereal and then the milk. Of course, I missed the bowl thus pouring milk on the counter. Sighing, I cleaned it up, hearing my family's quiet laughter behind me.

Finally being successful, I walked my cereal over to the table and began eating. My mom then said to me, "So, Danny, tonight, your father and I would like you to come straight home after school. I know it's Friday and you probably have plans, but, as you know, your father and I have been working on the Ghost Portal for a while, and today we think that it's finally ready. We want the whole family here to see it work."

"Great," I thought sarcastically, "One more invention they make that will blow up and leave them depressed for weeks." Although in the real world I just nodded and said okay. Yeah, and this was going to be cutting into my plans. I with Sam and Tucker after school today, but I knew how proud my parents were of this. I couldn't turn them down. Besides, I could still hang out with Sam and Tucker over the weekend, so they wouldn't be that mad at me, would they?

As if sensing the danger, my sister, Jazz, who was completely against the whole ideas of ghosts, said, "I have to go to Linda's house after school for a project, we wouldn't be done till like eight. I can't blow her off, because our paper's due tomorrow. But you guys can feel free to go on with it. If I miss it, then oh well!" She even ended in her dorky smile that always seemed to plaster onto her face when she got nervous.

"Are you sure Jazzy-Pants? We could put it off," my dad boomed. I could tell that he didn't want to postpone it at all. He would just do it for Jazz.

"No-no!" Jazz said quickly, "Really, it's fine. You can just tell me about it later." I knew that she would regret that comment later, due to my dad's tendency to blather. I could pretty much see her mentally cringe right after her comment.

My mom looked back at me and said, "So if school ends at 3:30, do you think you could be home by four?"

"Uhh, sure," I replied, finishing my cereal, and putting it in the dishwasher, "See you tonight." I then grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. As I walked down the street to meet up at Tucker's house with my friends, I thought about my parents. I knew that that this invention would probably end up like all of their other ones: failures. There whole obsession with ghosts was horrible. Jazz had tried many times to get them to make a change in careers, but they never listened.

True, my parents' choice in careers had never done much good for my family. We were considered the town freaks. The only reason we ever had food on our plates was because of sponsors that my parents promised to give the best in ghost technology if they agreed to pay us every month. But, being that there weren't too many people keen on doing this, because of the simple fact that many did not believe in ghosts, money was tight. It was sad, really. But I knew that if the portal really worked, things would change, hopefully for the better…

I finally reached Tucker's house and rang the door bell. I saw Sam in the distance, and she was to us before I could say 'a'. "Hey guys," I greeted.

"Hey Danny," they said in unison, and then they greeted each other. We then began our walk to school. I must have tripped at least twice on our walk, due to the evil cracks in the side walk.

After a while, Tucker brought up an interesting point by saying, "So, what are we going to do tonight and this weekend?"

Before I was able to tell them about my plans for tonight, Sam replied, "Well, I thought that we could go to the movies tonight and then this weekend we could go to mall or something."

Tucker nodded in agreement, but then I said, "You guys can go ahead with the movies tonight, but I can't go, I have plans. But the mall sounds good for Saturday."

They both gave me a quizzical look and then Sam asked, "What do you mean plans?" If I didn't know Sam better, I'd say that she was actually kind of nervous, but being that Sam wasn't ever, I simply brushed it off.

I sighed and answered, "You guys know how I told you about that portal that my parents are working on? (they both nodded) Well, today they are finally going to get it to work; at least, that's what they say. Anyways, they want me to come straight home after school so I can see it. But you guys can go ahead to the movies, I-"

I wasn't able to finish due to my friends blurting out, "No!" I gave them both a quizzical look. Tucker answered my unasked question by saying, "You have told us about this one forever. I want to see it work. Plus the tech in it sounds pretty cool." Typical Tucker, looking for cool technology at all times.

Sam was the next to explain by saying, "You promised me a photo in front of that when it was completed when they first started building it. I need it for my scrap book. And I intend on getting my photo, so, can we come with you?"

I was shocked by their answers. I was lucky to have such great friends. I answered, "I guess. Feel free. Then when we're done we can watch movies at my place, agreed?"

"Sure," they said in unison. We then walked the rest of way to school joking and talking about what we had to do today.


Riiiiinnngggg! The final bell rang out. I got out of my seat and walked out to meet Sam and Tucker by the lockers. After getting our backpacks packed for the weekend, we started our walk out the doors. I then said, "I couldn't believe that I was able to avoid Dash all day. Usually he gets me-"

I was interrupted by a booming voice saying:

"Hey Fentina!"

Speak of the devil, it was Dash. I cowered back against the lockers. I knew he was going to beat me up, and there was nothing I could do about it. On the way over to me, I saw him push Tucker against a few lockers, thus sending him to the floor. "I don't know how you did it Fent-tonail, but you got out of your beating today, and I intend to fix that," he informed me. 'Crap' was the only thought going through my head. The next thing I knew I was inside a locker, only able to here the laughter of the A-listers.

"Hey guys, can I have some help?" I asked Sam and Tucker.

"We're coming dude!" I heard Tucker yell. I then heard Sam come up to the locker; I knew this because of the clonking of her combat boots. I heard the lock twist and turn, and then the door opened and I fell out of the locker, arms extended so Tucker could catch me before I could hit the ground. It was a system that we worked out back in third grade when we first got lockers, and the bullies learned how well we losers fit inside them.

"Ugh!" Sam said in rage as we began our walk outside to my house, "I really wish that one day somebody would show Dash up. He shouldn't be allowed to do that! Just because you're popular doesn't mean that you have the world wrapped around your little finger! I-"

"Sam!" Tucker and I bellowed, instantly silencing her. I continued saying, "Sam, if you haven't noticed, there really isn't anyone who can. And since the teachers wouldn't do anything about their prized athletes, we're doomed. There's no hope. Didly. Zero. Squat. High school sucks, it's a know fact for all losers. Or in other words, us."

"Yeah, Sam, aren't you the one who says that it's wrong to bully, despite the fact that it would be awesome if one of were actually strong enough to pull a prank on Dash-" Tucker began saying until he was interrupted by Sam saying:

"That's not what I mean! What I meant was that somebody should really stand up to him with words. Like a teacher. I don't mean that somebody should beat him up," Sam hastily replied. Although, she didn't realize that she was not being listened to because Tucker and I were discussing ways of beating/pranking Dash.

"Think, if one of us had super powers, then we could like use super strength or something to beat him up," Tucker said.

"Or if one of us could be like invisible, then we could give him the ultimate wedgie without him even knowing it was us!" I bellowed.

Sam decided to interrupt our fun by saying, "You guys do realize that that is impossible, right? Superpowers are things in comic books and TV shows, not real life."

"Yeah, Sam, but if it were real?" I asked. Then as if life was trying to throw me for a loop, I tripped over a small crack in the side walk, thus sending me to the ground.

Of course, this set her up for an excellent burn on me by saying, "Well, if it was, and you got powers, the world would be doomed do to your clumsiness."

I playfully gave her a disapproving glare as I got back up. Once up, silently wished that clumsiness wouldn't get the best of me again. And as my friends couldn't burn me anymore right now, Tucker said, "The world would be over if Danny did. What would his super hero name be 'Captain Clumsy'."

After that comment, even I couldn't help but laughing. The three of us kept on laughing about the matter of superpowers until we reached my house. We made our way inside and I yelled, "Mom? Dad? I'm home!"

"In the lab sweetie! Come on down!" I heard my mom yell. We made our way down to the lab.

Once there, I said, "Sam and Tucker are with me, they wanted to see it, too…" I began to trail off due to the fact that I finally saw the portal. The thing was massive. It had millions of wires that were going in all directions. I had never seen it before, because my parents always had it under some sort of tarp.

"That's fine Danny. I'm glad you kids are taking a liking in ghosts. (We were all about to object but my mom kept talking so we were unable to.) So, we are about to finish all we have to do is put those two cords together and then it will work, of this I am sure," my mom said, and then checked her calculations one more time and then said, "Okay kids now go off to the side over there and be amazed by the Ghost Zone portal!"

With that, we all ran out of the way, we were kind of trained to get out of the way when my parents said to, usually, following the moments afterwards, something would blow up. Although, it usually would without them saying that, so really you just wanted to stay out of their way whenever they built anything.

As I watched my dad put the two cords together, I had a small hope that it would work. If it did, my parents would eternally be happy. It'd be great. I watched hopefully. When the two cords went together, you could feel the power in the air. There was a large spark in the portal and then it just sizzled out into nothingness.

Seeing this, both of my parents hugged each other for comfort. Sam, Tucker, and I all hung our heads. "But…but…all the calculations were right….this doesn't make any sense…" my dad moped.

"Common honey, let's go to the hardware store. Maybe we can think about what went wrong and get what we need to fix it," my mom sniveled, "Are you kids coming?"

We all looked at each other. Sam bumped me with her arm, reminding me that she wanted a photo. "Umm, Sam wants to get a photo of it. Then we'll get out of here," I replied.

"Okay honey, just be careful," my mom answered.

"Okay, we will," I said. With that, my parents left and it was just Sam, Tucker, and I. "Go ahead Sam. Take as many as you want." With that, Sam took out her camera and began taking photos. After about five minutes, she went over to the dresser where my parents kept their spare hazmat suits and threw one at me. It was white with black boots, collar, and gloves.

"What's this for?" I asked her.

"Get close to the portal, like by the key pad and hold it in front of you. I think it'd be a cool picture." I was about to object and say that the thing could blow up, but some feeling inside me told me to do what she said. I don't know what it was, though. So, I nodded and walked up by the keypad.

I was 'posing', if you will, for about a minute and still Sam didn't take the photo. Just when I was about to say something, she came up to me and ripped my dad's face off the hazmat, "Sorry," she said, "It was bothering me."

She then backed up and took the photo. I was about to put the suit away when Tucker said, "It'd been cool if it'd actually worked, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Sam and I both said in unison.

There was a small moment of silence after this. Sam walked in front of the portal and said, "What if it is, and we just can't see it? I mean, think about it how cool would it be if it was there, just invisible? Think about all the cool stuff that could be just on the other side of the portal. Danny, you should go in, wouldn't be that be so cool?"

I looked at her for a second and wanted to say that she was crazy and that it could kill me, but again, that feeling kicked in, and I felt the need to do what she said, so, trying to sound braver than usual, I replied, "You know Sam, you're right, who knows what kind of super cool stuff that could exist on the other side of the that portal."

With that, I zipped up my hazmat suit, and stepped into the portal. I took a few steps in, making sure to steady myself against the side of the portal. I felt my hand push down on something and then the whole thing started to light up. I heard Sam and Tucker scream my name to get out. I tried to, but my foot got caught in some wires and I fell forward. I tried to pull my foot out, but I couldn't. I made the mistake of looking out at my friends, who were petrified in fear. Both screaming. This was a scene that would be ingrained in my mind forever.

Then, the pain came. All I could see was green light. All I felt was a smooth texture that seemed to eat away at my skin. I could hear both of my friends screaming for me. I was screaming. The pain was horrible. It was like I was putting my finger in an outlet, except this time, it was my whole body. After about half a minute, I was some how able to get out. My only guess was that I had fallen out. The last thing I saw before blacking out was Sam and Tucker comforting each other a little ways a bit from my body. They were both crying. It was another scene that I would see for the rest of my life.


So, how'd you like it, I won't know unless you review.

Just like all my other stories, I am going to put out a trivia question, and if you answer correctly, I will post your name on the next chapter. This trivia question is:

In which Danny Phantom episode did Tucker his PDA as a weapon?

***hint: Tucker throws it.

You have to write the name of the episode, not just a description.

I don't know when I will have the next chapter out, maybe by the end of December.

Please review.