Guess who's participating in Phanniemay this year :D Today's Day 1: Origins, and I wanted to do it on the AU of Danny fully dying in the portal accident instead of becoming just a halfa. As much as I'd wish, I am no Butch Hartman (*internal screaming*) and therefore do not own Danny Phantom (*more screaming*)

Enjoy!

-Cheshire


Go in the portal, they said. You definitely won't die, they said. It'll be cool, they said.

Yep, Danny definitely died. And it was definitely not cool.

Well, he thought he did. He was floating as if in an out-of-body experience, he was sure that being shocked with over ten thousand volts of electricity should've at least accelerated his now nonexistent heart rate, and Danny was ninety-percent positive that seeing his own charred, horribly marred corpse smoking on the floor was not the norm. In the end, Danny guessed that at this point, he was dead.

Then again, he lived in a family of ghost hunters and supernaturalists. The fact that Danny didn't realize this immediately said that he was pretty out of it.

Well. This sucked immensely.

"Danny! Oh my god, Fenton, wake the fuck up or I'll make you wake up!"

He tried to vaguely swim his way down next to Sam; it felt like he was floating on water, he might as well treat the air like a pool. Except he could breathe. Oh wait, he was dead, haha. Did he mention he was dead? Yeah, Danny Fenton was dead and he was slowly starting to realize the fact that he was deaddeaddeaddeadohmygodhediedohmyeffinggodhediedtherewasnoturningback-

"Jesus Christ, Danny! Is that your ghost?! Dammit, are you a ghost? Oh my go-"

"Tucker, shut the fuck up and help me call him down!"

"You can't just CALL down a ghost, they aren't on speed dial! He's literally floating, we just need to pull him down-"

Danny blinked. Their words were starting to blur in his mind. English was starting to become blurry, actually.

"What's shitty enough in this lab to grab a ghost and pull it down to his body?!"

"Stop fucking cussing, I'm so goddamn anxious we need to call an ambulance or get the Fentons or bury him in the backyard or-"

Sam punched Tucker's arm forcefully. "Think, Tucker!"

Danny's best brother's face cringed as he wracked his brain to remember where that trinket might be. "G-Ghost Gauntlets! Yeah! Mr. Fenton was talking about a prototype or something-"

Mr. Fenton...? Blurry, blurry...

"Where?!" Sam demanded, ripping open every drawer and cardboard box.

"I-in the cupboard, over there!"

"SPECIFICITY WOULD BE FANTASTIC SINCE THERE'S A FUCKING DEAD BODY, FOLEY!"

Tucker shot up and wrenched open a cabinet next to the Fenton control panel. What was a Fenton, anyway? What was a cabinet...?

"Here!" Tucker shrieked, shoving the skeletal metal gloves over his hands and sprinting (Danny had a feeling that didn't happen too much) towards the spirit of his dead friend. He dug the needle-like fingers into Danny's ankle and dragged the ghost to the limp body of Daniel Fenton, then with a boost of adrenaline, shoved the specter into the body.

...Tucker, what did you do to me? My foot hurts...

...What's a Tucker...?

...Limbs...?

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AIR.

In a violent spasm, he sucked in as much oxygen as his lungs could take. His brain was fried he needed water oh my god I need air help help help 911 mom dad my body's failing help help help

"DANNY!" Sam and Tucker screeched. He coughed weakly and desperately nudged Tucker.

"A...air..."

"Tucker, go get somebody! Anybody! Call an ambulance!" Sam shouted, quickly starting mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Said boy rushed up the stairs and screamed for help.

"Danny, you're gonna be okay."

I'm gonna be okay.

"You're gonna be okay, Danny, I promise. Can you hear me? It's Sam. Keep breathing and for God's sake, don't fall asleep. I'm here, it's okay. We're here. Don't fall asleep."

Don't fall asleep. Sam. Sam's here. I'm gonna be okay.

"You're gonna be okay."

I just died.

"You're gonna be okay."

I died.

"Don't fall asleep, Danny."

I was a ghost.

"You'll be okay, I promise. Tucker's coming with help. Don't close your eyes."

I was a phantom.