A/N: My original idea was "Danny Phantom with a Plot." I wrote this, forgot about it, then I finally came up with an actual idea for a Danny Phantom fanfic (Phantom Paradise), and this got turned into a simple oneshot. I was looking through it and it's actually not half-bad (at least I think so), but it's just basically when he was in the portal, so... not too original. Still, any constructive crit would be appreciated :)
Green
Screams.
He could feel them tear from his throat, vicious, bone-chilling, terrible screams. Yet, he couldn't hear any of it. He was blind in all his senses, blind in everything except the excruciating agony in his entire body –
And then there was the color green. Green, green, green. He could see it everywhere. No... not just see it. It is everywhere. Is, was, would always be...
Oddly, he felt like laughing. But that couldn't be right, could it? It couldn't be because he was screaming and there was just so much pain, pain, pain –
Then it all stopped. His body crashed to the floor.
"Danny?"
Was that who he was? He didn't know. Did it even matter?
"Danny!" He could now feel hands roughly shaking him. He wanted to snap at them, tell them to stop that, but he couldn't, because his mouth was oddly thick and his hands wouldn't move. "Danny, are you okay!?"
He managed a moan, and it must have been enough, because the voices moved away.
"What's wrong with him? Why is his hair –"
"Shouldn't we take him to a - a hospital?"
Two voices. Who were they? Why did they sound so concerned? Why were they even –
Then it dawned on him. Of course. The voices, they were so familiar. How could he have forgotten? His two best friends.
"Sam..." The conversation stopped. Attention turned to him.
"Are you okay, Danny? Do you have to go to the hospital?" Samantha Manson's voice was garbled, panicked. At least her words made sense now.
"I don't... I don't think so." Danny groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "I don't feel too good, but – whoa!" His eyes were now very wide, flitting around the entire room. Taking it all in.
Taking in all the green.
He knew his parent's lab shouldn't look this. He knew the walls were gray cool metal, not this sickly hue of green.
"Danny, your eyes..." Sam whispered. He remained frozen on the ground. What was he talking about?
"And his hair!" his other best friend, Tucker Foley, exclaimed. He grew even more nervous.
"What's wrong with my eyes?" he asked, but found his feet standing of their own accord before they could answer. Leading him to a mirror despite the nausea, the sickening feeling that he knew all too well what he was going to see.
Behind him, Sam's soft voice said, "They're green."
In the mirror, he found someone other than Danny Fenton staring back. A boy with stark white hair, toxic green eyes, and pale skin.
What happened to me?
