It's time for Me thoughts, huh? Well, Just to let you know, This was co-authered by Anne Camp aka Obi-Quiet (You know, the awesome auther of Weakness) and me, so some of it is her twisted ideas, and some of them are mine...But if you can spot the ones that are mine, and the ones that are hers, you are good!
Danny Phantom isn't owned by me(Sniff, so sad.). It's owned by Butch Hartman(All hail to the creators of the world!) and Nick, who shows the show in the first place. But they're cannneling it, so they are pains anyway...
Anyway, Super Vlad...Yeah, Have fun with Vlad Masters as a good guy...and by the way, yes, Plasmius IS wareing a bedsheet. Deal with it!
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Ch 1
Danny Fenton didn't drift peacefully to consciousness this particular morning like he normally did on Saturdays, nor was he simply woken...he was jolted. The electroshock therapy of waking up still didn't cause him to register much more than the fact that light seeped through the blanket he'd thrown over his head; that and he heard his father's deep voice booming from outside his bedroom disturbing the peace of the house.
"Danny! Son! It's finished! I've finished the Reverser! I've done it!"
Danny felt a cold knot begin to form in the bit of his stomach. He had long since grown to fear those words. It meant another of his parents crazy but dangerous ghost weapons had just been completed, and his dad had probably put off just about everything (including a shower) to come and show his children. Vaguely Danny wondered if (and half hoped that) he was still dreaming, seeing as this had started to look like one of his old nightmares…the ones he'd had the first couple of months after the first large-scale, ectoplasmic device his parents had built had backfired and turned their only son into a half-ghost.
They still didn't know. It wasn't like Danny didn't want to tell them, but he did want to wait for the right moment, but for some reason, that particular but vague point in time never seemed to arrive.
The sound of a weapon powering above his head suddenly caused his eyes to snap open, and that quickly Danny went from sleep to wake like a swimmer shooting to the surface for air, breaching wake and his bed covers in the same movement. "Dad, don't! You know how dangerous those things are!"
Jack Fenton, clad in a bright orange jumpsuit and a huge smile, waved a rifle-like device above his son's rather messy head. "Danny, don't be silly! This ray doesn't do anything to humans, just ghosts! Here! I'll show you!" he said, as he flipped a switch that looked scarily close to a safety lock. That small movement made Danny move for the edge of the bed opposite of his father so quickly, he ended up looking up more than a little awkwardly from the floor and a tangle of sheets in horror as his father grinned down at him. He had to stop his father from activating the device, or it seemed more than a little likely that at least the rest of the morning would be spent trying to recover from whatever pain the weapon decided to inflict upon ectoplasmic beings.
"Dad! Don't wave that thing around so much! It'll hit one of my models!"
Jack paused and looked around at the posters of rockets and satellites adorning the walls and ceiling, each with a different model (mostly half-finished) next to or below them, as if seeing them for the first time.
"I still don't get why you like all this space stuff over ghosts," the older man muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "Besides, I gotta show this to you, Danny!"
"Dad!" Danny finally untangled himself from the sheets and forced himself unsteadily to his feet. "The last time you came charging into my room to show me one of your inventions, it took me forever to grow my hair back! Besides," the teen took a deep breath, obviously still trying to calm himself down from the adrenaline rush he'd just received, "don't you need a ghost to show me how it works?"
Jack frowned down at the bright green and stainless steel object in his hand. "I just wanted to show you how to work it in case a ghost showed up," he said, his voice dropping several notches and taking on a disappointed tone.
Danny hated that tone.
"Dad," he immediately said, trying to repair his father's broken spirit, "You've showed me how to power up and work every weapon you've ever come up with. Is this one different?" Danny doubted his father could have looked more offended. Well, there went the idea of trying to fix everything.
"Of course it's different," he looked down at the weapon again, this time protectively.
Danny rubbed the back of his neck, trying unsuccessfully not to show annoyance. "Well, then show me where the trigger is so I'll know, and then I can go back to bed, kay?" He realized exactly how much he hadn't done to improve the situation when his father sighed, nodded with a slight glare directed at his offspring, pointed to a small switch before turning on his heel and sauntering out of the room, his nose stuck firmly in the air, obviously still more than a little offended.
"Nice job, Danny," he heard a voice from the doorway a few seconds after his father's large mass had cleared it.
"Jazz," he warned as his older sister walked in the room, just finishing brushing her long, red hair. "Who knows what that weapon'll really do to me? And I really didn't want to find out, especially not on a Saturday morning."
Jazz sighed. "You could use a little more tact."
"I'm going back to bed," Danny grumbled under his breath.
"You don't even know what that weapon does, do you?" Jazz asked, placing her hands on her hips.
Danny rolled his eyes. "Didn't I just say that?"
"I mean, what it's supposed to do," Jazz waved her hand as if to brush something annoying away from her face.
"No," Danny muttered, yanking his sheets into a vague position that resembled something he could sleep on and began working on the top sheet and the blanket.
"Well, you weren't the only one that got dragged out of bed this morning," Jazz grumbled, stifling a yawn. "It's supposed to take negative ectoplasmic energy and reverse the charge, making it positive instead."
"It's what?" Danny stopped trying to smooth out his blanket and looked in half-horror, half-amazement at his sister. "You sound like mom."
Jazz's eyes narrowed dangerously. "It's supposed to make an evil ghost good."
"Why couldn't you just say that to begin with?" He murmured, going back to half-making his bed. Jazz growled under her breath and walked out of the room muttering something that sounded like "why couldn't I have had a little sister?" under her breath. Vaguely, Danny wondered what had made her so cranky all of a sudden. She normally had a little more patience than that with him.
"Bad day," he yawned to himself and plopped back down on the bed, hoping beyond hope that he could catch just another hour of sleep before he had to get up.
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"Bad day," Vlad Masters growled as he slammed the phone receiver down on his desk before massaging his temples with manicured fingers. "Oh, Fudge Nutters!" he cursed. Being a billionaire and a half-ghost always had it's advantages, but they had their extreme disadvantages too. Especially because he'd used his powers to get where he currently was financially. That raised questions as to why people suddenly signed things over to him when they'd vowed they'd never sign anything away to anyone, let alone why they would do so for the prices that they usually agreed to, among other things. All of those piled on top of the allegations and typical problems with running a business (or several businesses) plus being mayor of the town of Amity Park.
Sometimes, he just hated his life.
In this particular case, a few skeletons in his closet he'd been hoping to keep secret from the public had been accidentally uncovered by hot-shot reporter. Now he'd have to overshadow several people and pay off what seemed like a million others to re-bury everything. Not that he didn't have the money, but still, it was the principle.
Of course, he could make it so that the last part of his "business" took him to his favorite part of town where he could see his beloved, among other things that usually brought his mood up, like trying to convince a certain 15-year-old half-ghost to become his apprentice...
A sadistic grin began to creep across his face as he paged his secretary, telling her to reschedule a few of his appointments because of some things that had popped up suddenly. With the same smile still splitting his head almost in half, he put down the phone and looked out toward the large space-ship like structure, barely visible in the distance.
"I wonder how Daniel is today."
He's a Phantom.Danny Phantom.
Young Danny Fenton, he was just 14
When his parents built a very strange machine.
It was designed to view a world unseen.
He's gonna catch 'em all 'cause he's Danny Phantom.
When it didn't quite work, his folks they just quit,
But then Danny took a look inside of it.
There was a great, big flash,
Everything just changed
His molecules got all rearranged.
Gonna catch 'em all 'cause he's Danny Phantom.
When he first woke up, he realized
He had snowy white hair, and glowy green eyes.
He could walk through walls, disappear and fly,
He was much more unique than the other guy.
And it was then that he knew what he had to do,
He had to stop all that ghosts that were coming through,
He's here to fight for me and you!
He's gonna catch 'em all, 'cause he's Danny Phantom,
He's gonna catch 'em all, 'cause he's Danny Phantom,
He's gonna catch 'em all, 'cause he's Danny Phantom.