Disclaimer: I don't know why I even need to do one of these. We all know that if any of us here owned Danny Phantom we wouldn't be wasting our time writing fan stories about it. We'd be too busy writing scripts for an actual episode.
Anyway,
Yes, I am making fun of the people who completely change Danny into a character who's a weak little anime character to a badass character with huge, bulky muscles in their stories with this whole fic.
On with it!
Chapter 1: Innocence
Danny let out a childish giggle, swinging his legs back and forth as they dangled off of the metal examination table. The causes of the teenage ghosts' strange behavior were standing a little distance away from him. One was beaming with pride and the other just seemed to be observing him.
"See Mads? I told you it would work!" Jack Fenton exclaimed, huge childish grin in place. Maddie hummed lightly in agreement, knowing the usually cocky ghost-kid would never act this way before he had been hit.
Danny blinked innocently up at them, a little smile on his face.
"But, what personality is this?" She gestured to the young ghost sitting silently in front of them.
"Um…" Jack gave him a once-over, noting the smile on his face and the excited glint in his eyes. "…happy?"
Maddie shook her head lightly, walking closer to the object of their conversation. "No Jack, happy is an emotion, not a personality trait," she replied patiently.
Danny was molesting the lab with his eyes, seemingly having lost interest in the conversation going on between the two scientists in front of him. His eyes were full of wonder, almost like a child…
Maddie's eyes brightened, "I think I know what it is."
Jack came closer as well, eyes still trained on the ghost-kid as if he thought he was just going to get up and fly away, which was probably true.
"What is it?"
She looked up at him, a smile inching its way onto her face, "Innocence."
His grin grew, which Maddie didn't think was possible.
"Ah ha! No more evil ghost kid to terrorize my town! We deserve a medal!"
He wrapped an arm around Maddie's shoulders and waved a hand in the air, "'Jack and Maddie Fenton, the best ghost-hunters in the world who took down the menace Danny Phantom single handedly! Their only help a weapon they built themselves!' Me! Jack Fenton!"
While the two were distracted, they didn't notice a flurry of white hair disappear through the ceiling.
Sam Manson currently sat in her bed with her sketchbook laid out in front of her, completely oblivious to whatever was going on at FentonWorks at that same moment.
Her eyebrows were scrunched together in concentration and the tip of her tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth.
"There," she whispered as she finished the last touches on her masterpiece, setting her pencil on the bed and looking over the finished artwork.
"Hi, Sam!"
She squeaked, falling off the bed in her surprise. She rubbed her head and got back up looking in the direction the childish giggling was coming from.
Her eyes immediately narrowed, "It's not funny!"
The giggling suddenly halted, and Danny was looking really guilty, "Sorry Sammy, are you okay?"
Sam raised an eyebrow at the nickname, "Yeah…"
She walked back to the bed, picking up her sketchbook and putting it somewhere on a shelf, "So what's up?"
Danny was immediately smiling again. He floated over to her, getting all up in her grill 'n stuff, "Oh nothing, I just wanted to see you! Those two people I was with before were really boring."
Sam took a step away from him, not liking her bubble being violated, "Which two people? Your parents?" She said a bit sarcastically.
Danny nodded his head vigorously, either not noticing the sarcasm or choosing to ignore it.
Sam frowned, "Are you okay? You're acting kind of weird. Did Jazz give you coffee again? Or did you steal some of Tucker's cookies?"
Danny shook his head 'no' to both. He looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, "Well, it might have been that thing mommy shot me with…"
Sam held her hands up, "Woah, woah, woah, wait. You said your mom shot you?"
He nodded again, "It was really big, and when she pressed a button on it a laser shot out and hit me! Right here," he gestured to his chest. "It didn't hurt, though. I think it was just like a big flashlight. Except the light was green!"
Danny seemed to be excited by the concept, but Sam seemed troubled.
"Hold on, I'm gonna call Tucker. Stay right here." She pointed to a spot on the bed, where Danny happily flopped on his back.
She dialed one of Tucker's many numbers, knowing this was the one he always kept on him and didn't switch out. The phone rang a few times before a familiar voice was heard on the other end.
"Hey Sam, what's happening?"
"Tucker, we have a problem."
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