Disclaimer: Danny Phantom (c) Butch Hartman

Authors notes: A random oneshot-story preview that came to mind while I was surfing through the 'Fullmetal Alchemist' section of Fanfiction.

------This is a little ways into the plotline I've been making for this story.


Danny had never heard of or seen the substance before. But then, there were alot of things about the Ghost zone he had yet to learn. The substance shifted colors every so often, but seemed to have an affinity for the color red. It was often shifting its shape as well, taking on the -oft-times miniturized- appearance of the objects around it, like a tree, plants, animals, even a PDA, or a rather expensive pager. He had decided after a while to keep it in a ghost-proofed jar, especially after he had seen it respond violently to threats -Insults, rather- from Vlad. He had found it clinging to his leg after a fight with Skulker in the park, and even after sending it into the ghost zone several times it always came back to him, much like Cujo, except much more persistant. He had named it 'Mainyu', after the old mythical spirit 'Angra Mainyu' he had learned about in class one day. (One of the very few days that he actually wanted to learn about something Mr. Lancer was teaching. After all, if this 'Angra' creature was a ghost, he needed to learn everything about it.)
Try as he may, though, it refused to leave him alone, even seeming to go as far as imitating a ghost then clasping desperately to his waist in its common form once Danny had gone to fight it.

Today, it seemed to have decided to imitate his not-yet-ringing alarm clock, even duplicating it's ringing sound somehow.

"Ugh... C'mon... It's Saturday, Mainyu! Let me sleep!" The jarred red substance melted into it's common form -A pile of color-changing goo- and seemed to growl slightly. Danny sighed at it. "Mainyu, I sleep whenever I can. Ghost fighting completely consumes what little free time I have." Danny froze, confusion filling his face. He had never talked to the thing before, so why was he starting now? He laughed.

"If only the guys were here. They'd laugh at me for talking to a semi-inanimate pile of ghost-zone goo. Speaking of which, you do seem self-aware. You got any home or whatnot that I should be aware of?" The goo made a purring noise, then changed to be a miniature version of some person -Or ghost- he had no knowledge of before retaking it's common form.

"Do you... Do you have any particular mission, or purpose?" The goo, or 'Mainyu', as he had dubbed it, rippled, then growled in a low tone, turning into a silvery mist and escaping the jar through the tiny, pinprick holes in the lid. Danny gasped as it produced a snarling noise, zooming toward him. He dodged it, but didn't move quickly enough to escape the second attack, if one could call it as such.
It snarled, then sent a blast of paralyzing energy at the alarmed halfa. Danny, who had recieved the attack full-force and not partially powered, struggled to move, only succeeding in a few inches. The now-red mist hissed, zooming toward a terrified Danny. It shot into the boys open-mouth, some of the mist settling on his skin and sinking into it. The mist that had entered his mouth regained semi-solidity halfway down his throat. It, however, did not stop moving. Danny, still unable to do anything, began to panic and choke.
Aware of the fact he had no need of breathing in his ghost form, he deduced that it would be the safest course of action to transform into his ghostly alter ego and seek out help.
He transformed immediatly, but did not foresee the chain of uncontrolable events that would arise from doing so.

His pupils shrunk, and his breath came in short gasps. Suddednly, he remembered small details about the goo that he had discovered while experimenting on a small bit of it he had clipped off.

'It seems to have a symbiotic or parasitic relationship with any living object it touches.'

'Oh, crap...' Danny thought. The last thing he heard before being forced into unconsciousness was a voice whispering something in his ear;

'Silly little halfa...'