A/N: There have been so many "Into the Mind" fanfics out there that I couldn't help but add my own version out there. I know I haven't updated my stories in sooo long, but uhh…. Sorry guys, the revelation reactions is in process and 'A Class in the Ghost Zone' is half way done :)

Enjoy this story and let me know about different emotions you want me to showcase, I am planning on at least 20, starting off with the base emotions and then going in depths of more serious emotions. A few aren't exactly emotions but more like a part of the persona, so there' that. R&R!

NOTE: Read the A/N at the end to know more 'bout the story plot generation and basic sketch plan.

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The Insights of a Halfa's Mind

A Crazy Idea

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Danny Fenton was what anyone would call a wimpy, looser kid in high school who is bullied every now and then and often gets poor results. What they didn't know was that the same wimpy kid is the ghost boy, their savior, Danny Phantom. They didn't realize that yet or they just ignored all the potentials of being so because of the aforementioned reasons of the boy not being muscular, buff or anything, even if he was it was easily hidden by all the baggy clothes he wore.

Other than Danny himself only his two best friends and his sister knew his secret, if the ghosts are counted out that is, and helped him fight ghosts. To say that ghost hunting had affected his life was an understatement. His grades which were earlier straight A's due to the genius Fenton genes had dropped to F's and D's. His regular, well as regular as a teen sleeping pattern can be, had been completely destroyed with every night there being at least 8 ghost attacks and innumerous times of the annoying Box Ghost's appearance. He would wake up usually late and get to school late and he would have to serve detention.

Today was one of those days, as he ran through the empty halls of Casper High and got to his first class, English, taken by his favorite teacher Mr. Lancer. Danny didn't hate the guy, not at all, but sometimes, he was just way too bored with his classes and lectures. He sighed momentarily before peeking his head through the door and at first his eyes landed on his best friends and they gave him a sympathetic look.

"May I come in, Mr. Lancer?" Danny politely asked with half of his body peeking in the class and half of his body, namely the legs, standing outside the door frame, his long and messy raven locks covering his baby blue, tired eyes from the view of class.

The said teacher looked from his lesson and stared at the young teen asking for permission. He sighed and swiftly closed his books putting it down on his table right beside his assignment list and shook his head is complete disbelief.

"Mr. Fenton, any reasons this time you are late?" Mr. Lancer asked as Danny looked down but opened his mouth a moment later to explain himself but got stopped but the bald teacher midway and Danny's mouth hanged open like a surprised fish.

"Just take your seat, Mr. Fenton. And be there for your detention up to 4 after school, understood?" Mr. Lancer asked going back to his lessons and picking up the assignments lists from the table. Danny quickly nodded and took his seat beside Sam and she turned to him with a somewhat soft expression for a goth on her face.

"Hey, you look awful. Who was it?" She asked quietly to make sure that they don't get caught and Tucker leaned forward to catch his answer even though he was right behind Danny and could probably hear everything they were saying anyways.

"Skulker showed up twice last night with new upgrades each time. Ember also showed up twice because apparently Skulker used their TV antenna and some other stuffs for their upgrades-" Danny got cut off by Tucker, shoving in hands in front of his face as a sign of 'pause.

"Ghosts have a TV antenna? How come I never knew?!" The techo-geek whined and earned an eye roll from Sam and she muttered something within the lines of 'Because you are not a ghost' but he couldn't be all that sure.

"So, you were saying, Danny?" Sam asked once more turning her attention to her secret crush and he sighed, running a hand through his dark locks and closed eyes, slumping back against his seat trying to get something to support him so that h wouldn't fall down any time soon.

"Let's just forget about it. I am too tired to talk right now." He murmured ever so slightly that Sam and Tucker would have almost missed but they didn't, thanks to the awfully quite classroom, which was a surprise. Danny's head fell down his table with a loud 'thud' 'causing Mr. Lancer's eyes to wander up to the sleeping boy's tired face.

Mr. Lancer studied his face, all the dark circle, all that paleness, all that light barely visible and a cut, looking almost like a new bruise right under his left eye. He didn't what exactly he had been going through, why he was so tired all the time, why he would leave in the middle of the class, why he would show up so late and why he would look like… like.. this! Why does he look like this? What has that kid been up to? All this questions ran through his heads and he didn't have the slightest bit of idea as to what was the answers were, where they were hidden and why they were hidden. He did have a thesis to all those questions and their answers, but he dismissed it saying, 'They aren't that bad. They wouldn't experiment on their kid.' He was certain that that definitely wasn't the problem, so now, he was back to square one. What is wrong with Danny Fenton? What is he dealing with? What is going on in his mind?

The question struck Mr. Lancer hard enough. Once, Danny used to Mr. Lancer's most favorite student when he used to have straight A's but after all the ghost hunting, his grades and attendance in the class had dashing reduced and went up the vain. Mr. Lancer was worried for this kid, he wanted him to do so much better in life and he knew he could do so much better in life because he had the potential to do so, but here he was. He didn't know but look for answers to the questions.

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'What is going on in Daniel Fenton's head?'

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He didn't know the answer to this question but he knew what could have helped. He smiled softly at the still sleeping boy and left him to let him rest for a bit, because he had things to do now and that could have been enough time for the boy to rest. Without wasting a minute Mr. Lancer took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello? Mrs. Fenton? This is Mr. Lancer speaking…."

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Sam and Tucker shared a look a look and realized that whatever was happening spelled trouble and they nudged Danny to wake up, but he hushed them off saying '5 more minutes guys. I am tired.' Danny didn't even realize what he was going in to, what troubles he was going to have face soon.

A/N: There ya go! It's gonna be a bit different for me to write since this is going to have a thick plot line and I am going to have to think, plan and create different specters of Danny's memories for different emotions of his.

For now, I have planned on doing it like this Base emotions: Joy, anger, fear, sadness, and then the Pre-sentiments: Likings, dis-likings, anxiety, shock, family, romance, despair, trust and then then Sentiments: Control, Love, Sorrow, Despair, Hatred and then the Persona's: Mischief, Creativity, Lust, Greed, Selfishness, Caring, Knowledge and finallyyyy the Judgment: Optimism, Pessimism, Aggression, Reality.

Oh, and just so you know, they are not like official rankings or anything, this just how I want to put them in my story as. So yeah, 5 categories and a lot of emotions to do… hmm, lets see when we get through all… Btw, I might add more emotions to any 5 categories anytime and try to make this story more relatable to the plot and all lol.

Love,
Rafia~~