A/N: This story is being cowritten with Rocket2014. Sweeeeeet. By the way, most of this chapter is a flashback, but I deem it important so thou must read. Anyway, on with the disclaimer!
DISCLAIMER:
Box Ghost: I am the Box Ghost! BEWARE!
Ghost Gabber: I am the Box Ghost. Beware. Fear me.
Box Ghost: NO, I shall not fear you and your non-squareness! BEWARE!!!
Ghost Gabber: No. I shall not fear you and your non-squarness. Beware. Fear me.
Box Ghost: I SHALL NOT! BEEEEEEW------
Danny: (interrupts) Uh, dude, that's the Ghost Gabber. Its only function is to repeat whatever a ghost says and add "Fear me" at the end. It's not gonna be threatened by your bubble wrap.
Box Ghost: (hides bubble wrap ineffectively behind back) What bubble wrap of dooooom?
Ghost Gabber: What bubble wrap of doom? Fear me.
Danny: (gets bored of Box Ghost threateneing the Ghost Gabber and sucks him into the Fenton Thermos) Moving on . . . Butch Hartman owns me, not Xia or Rocket2014. On with the fanfic.
Ghost Gabber: On with the fanfic. Fear me.
Danny: (to Ghost Gabber) YOU KNOW WHAT?! I"M GONNA RIP YOU TO SHREDS AND FEED YOU TO WULF IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP!
Wulf: (protests in his garbled language)
Ghost Gabber: (attempts to repeat garbled language and failes) . . . . fear me . . .
Danny: AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Yeah . . . what they said.
TUCKER'S POV:
"Danny! Catch!"
My white-haired halfa friend caught the Fenton Thermos my other friend Sam threw at him. Grinning victoriously, Danny Phantom's bright green eyes glinted with triumph as he sucked Desiree (the wish-granting ghost psychopath) into said Thermos. Floating back down from his 'lofty' position in midair, Danny rejoined the two of us on the ground and transformed.
Maybe I should just let you read what's on my PDA so you're all caught up?
Booting up . . . . loading . . . . on.
Search 'Phantom' . . . . searching . . . . found.
Loading . . . . loading . . . . loaded.
Last year, Danny's parent's Maddie and Jack Fenton built a portal to the Ghost Zone (see file titled Fenton Archives). It's the realm where ghosts live, hence the name. But, even when they plugged it in, the Fenton Portal didn't work. Until Danny's curiousity got the better of all three of us.
He showed us the portal, and the protective jumpsuits as well. Hazmat . . . ugh. Sam took a few pictures of him holding the suit, and of the portal. Lowering the camera, she had asked "Does it work?"
"No." Danny had replied. "Even though it's plugged in."
"Here's an idea . . . wanna go inside?"
"I dunno Sam . . . it doesn't sound like such a great idea."
"Danny, I'm the techno-geek." I'd intervened. "Trust me, this portal ain't gonna work. It's dead on the circuit. It's completely safe, honest." How very wrong I was . . .
"C'mon Danny . . . just a look. Please?" Sam turned her puppy-dog pout on Danny. Even though it's not really that cute, it works on him every time. I swear, he's got a heavy crush on that girl (see folder titled DannySam Relationship Progress) . She on him, too, but both are just way to stubborn to admit it.
"Fine." Danny sighed, donning the suit. Before he went into the portal, Sam stopped him. Quickly, she removed the picture of his dad's face (see document titled Jack's Obsession) and replaced it with a cool insignia: a P inside a streaking D.
Danny gave her a quizzical look before walking forwards into the portal. Nothing happened, just as I had assured him. Relaxing, he turned around to face us.
The best word to describe Danny is probably . . . klutz. He trips over absolutely everything, and nowadays he's lost a couple fights thanks to his clumsiness. Honestly, he can't go a day without falling over his own feet a minimum of ten times. It's really kinda pathetic sometimes, especially when he's trying to talk to Paulina. Not so much when talking to Sam.
Anyway . . . when he turned, he unsurprisingly tripped over a wire. And started to fall. And his hand shot out to try to support himself on the wall. And said hand landed on a button.
Which turned on the portal.
With Danny still inside.
His scream was of the gut-wrenching, appears-in-your-worst-nightmare type. Apparently, it delivered a severe electrocution and mass amounts of ectoplasm (the stuff ghosts are made of; see file titled Ghost Archives). Later, he described it as if he was dying. Losing consciousness, he fell to the floor after managing to stumble out of the portal.
Before the accident, Danny looked like your typical high-school-lowlife. He wore blue jeans, a white T-shirt with red trimmings and a red oval in the center, and for shoes he had white-and-red sneakers. Ebony-black, messy hair refused to behave and stuck up over his blue eyes. Skinny, small-ish . . . again, typical high-school-lowlife.
But after the accident . . . he came out looking completely different. His hair had changed to snow-white, and his eyes to a bright glowing-green. The colors of the hazmat suit had reversed to be mostly black, but with silver 'acessories'. The collar was silver, his belt was silver, his boots were silver, his boots were silver and the insignia was silver. Before he'd turned on the portal, the silver parts had been black and the black had been white. The silver-black was a much better combination, in my own opinion.
Shortly afterwards, Danny gained these ghostly powers; things like disappearing, flying, intangibility, ectoplasmic energy blasts shot from his hands and or eyes, et cetera. Later on, he gained something called the Ghostly Wail (a sonic screaming that completely destroys everything in it's path) and even a little teleportation (he can't go very far; only a couple feet). When we realized that the now-functional portal was releasing malevolent (that means evil) ghosts into our world, we found a use for these powers. Danny's now the protector of Amity Park, and Sam 'n me are his partners.
Thus, Danny Phantom was 'born'.
Closing . . . . closing . . . closed.
Shutting down . . . . loading . . . . off.
My PDA blinked out of life, and I turned back to Danny and Sam. We'd been fighting in a division of Axion Labs, and of course they had to search around. Sometimes, I wish I could damn their curiousity.
"Hey Tuck, look at this!" Danny peered over the edge of a particular cardboard box, gesturing wildly for me to come over. Shrugging, I walked over
"What is it?"
"Truth potion." He shuddered. "Cool, but I don't want to touch the stuff."
"That would prove disasterous, wouldn't it?" I smiled.
"Ya think?" He gave me a dry look, and we both cracked up. We're best buds like that.
"Hey you 'manly-men'! Get over here and help me with this!" Sam called from across the room. She was struggling to open a crate.
"Do I detect a sense of sarcasm in that sentence?" Danny retorted, unmoving.
"Two sentences." I corrected with a grin.
"You smartasses . . . get over here already before I come make you!"
Not wanting to see Sam's wrath (last time, she dressed Danny up as a girl . . . both Fenton and Phantom), we both rushed over like our lives depended on it. Knowing Sam, they probably did . . .
Danny's ghost-sense went off just seconds before we popped the lid open. Of all the ghosts to pop out, it had to be . . . .
. . . the Box Ghost.
Now, the Box Ghost has to be the lamest ghost Phantom's ever faced. Albeit the funniest, but still the lamest. He doesn't stop pronouncing his 'unending power over all things cardboard and square', and at all the worst times as well. Danny has to suck him into the Thermos daily, but he still manages to get back out and come back again and again. It was annoying at first, but we barely notice anymore. All Danny does nowadays is aim and press the capture button on the Thermos. Point black, job done.
"Beware! It is I, the Box Ghost!" said ghost announced, Danny lip-synching along perfectly. We'd all memorized this speech by heart. "Commander of all things cardboard and square! BEWARE!"
With that, he raised his arms and lifted a couple boxes into the air. Sending them flying at Danny, of course.
Danny just pointed his finger at the boxes, a bored look on his face. He'd gotten to the point where he could just point a finger and a scaled-down version of his ectoplasmic energy blasts would fire away. Said miniature attack hit the boxes and sent them off-course, thudding into the ground at a safe distance from sam and myself. However, he missed one, and it crashed down onto his head.
Green liquid poured down his face from the broken test-tubes inside. Some seeped into his mouth, and he licked it apprehensively. Of all the idiotic things to do, huh.
Grinning, he told the Box Ghost that "Hey! This tastes pretty good! Maybe Axion is trying to outmatch Hershey's or something . . ."
"You do not fear my cardboard dooooom?!" The Box Ghost ranted dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at Danny. "How about some bubble wra---"
Danny silenced the nuiscance by a bored aim-and-press. The wailing ghost was sucked into the Thermos, to enjoy Desiree's company.
"What was in that box?" Sam blinked.
"Don't remember." I shrugged. "Maybe Axion really is going into the candy buisness."
The two shared a look, then cracked up. Crossing my arms, I feigned a pout.
"Hey, a guy can dream, can't he?"
That only made them laugh harder, dammit . . .