Like my totally original 100% inspired by myself title?
… Yah, not really.
OKAY, FIRST OFF: My Internet BFF/Twin sister/Psychic buddy CATCHINGWIND(Or Stoppy :3) made a story titled 'Recycled'. It was angsty. It was dark.
It was inspiring.
So somehow, that simple little one-shot inspired me to COME BACK to the DP fanfiction forum, and write. Again. For this forum. Is that clear?
So apparently, I'll be switching between Danny Phantom and Young Justice depending on my free time…
Oh yeah, it was also Stoppy's birthday the other day! :D I hope you all wished her a happy birthday… *gives pointed looks to readers* I promised her a story (Well, more like I promised myself I'd do it) for her birthday, but my inspiration has fizzled out. Like, completely. So I had to throw some angst out there to get SOMETHING done. Of course, maybe this isn't the best thing for a semi-birthday gift… Ah well, it has Clockwork in it :D That'll do.
Disclaimer: I'm not even legal. Of course I don't own Danny Phantom.
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Most humans are not nearly as interesting as Danny. They live normal, boring lives; lives where the only concern is whether they get a high enough raise or how well the stock market does that day. It's all they do, nothing else. Be born, live their life, have kids, die. Some move on, some become ghosts. It's as ever lasting as time. It doesn't change. At all.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The sounds of a beating heart, in a way.
But Danny was -is- different. He was never a normal person to begin with. Having parents as famous ghost-hunters did that to you. It also didn't help that everyone in the world thought his parents were crazy, and to an extent, thought Danny was crazy also.
Jazz managed to emerge from this shadow, this legacy of ghosts. She strode ahead, lived in the spotlight, and basked in the presence of knowledge. Her own legacy seemed to cast her brother into an even deeper shadow, one that nearly everybody left him in.
Danny's parents were always to busy working on new inventions, his sister to busy studying. His only friend was himself. The little five-year-old, with a pudgy tummy and flushed cheeks would spend hours at a time just sitting in his backyard building little towers out of sticks, not deterred at all when they fell over, just choosing to start again.
A fresh start.
This was when Clockwork took notice of the perfectly human boy. The ghost of time saw how Danny saw the world in his childish fashion. How everything he saw seemed to be a new thing each day. Clockwork would watch in his time-mirror-portal-things as Danny's one-of-a kind blue eyes would just widen to impossible proportions at even the tiniest ants. It was adorable. It was endearing.
It was refreshing to Clockwork, having grown increasingly tired over the years over how ignorant humans were becoming. They were… boring, to say the least. They saw things, but they didn't see. This little boy, with his blue eyes and pudgy face and dirt smudged face, may have held the key to the salvation of the human race.
Then Tucker Foley moved in, in first grade. The two-Danny and Tucker- became instant friends for reasons nobody but the two of them knew. And in third grade, Samantha 'Sam' Manson moved to Amity Park, three blocks away.
TickTockTickTock.
Clockwork watched as the glow, the spark he had seen in Danny cover up and fade as the dark-haired boy tried to be more 'normal' around his friends, to try and see everything darker like Sam, or love technology more like Tucker.
The Master of Time looked away for years, until the first year of High school for the 'Intrepid Trio.'
That was when nothing had changed…
Even when everything had.
Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock…
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A long, long time ago, there was a period of time known as 'Childhood'. It also goes by several other names: Innocence, naivety, and purity… It's a time where friendships are first made, and where girls have cooties and boys are disgusting. Laughter rings in this part of the timeline.
The next period of time is known as 'Tween hood'. Words that define this age period are: Indecision, uncomfortable, changing. It's when the first signs of real bullying show, both in real life and online. It's when kids are beginning to enter the world and are trying to find their place in the fast moving river of life. Friendships are permanently established, pacts are agreed on, and the group of kids began to divide.
'The teen years': Moody, arrogant, defiant, and stubborn… the list goes on and on. Kids become independent, become all of a sudden adults. Chalk drawings on the driveway or stick buildings are long gone by now. People are placed into groups, groups that they can never really change unless something major happens. You stay with the same people until the end of high school, where you leave your town and go to college in a new school, new place.
A fresh start.
Ti-ick, tock. Ti-ick, tock.
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Inhale… exhale.
Breathe.
And then, suddenly, you can't.
Because all the air's just rushing out of your lungs and all you can focus on is the blinding green light in front of you and then suddenly everything's changing so fast that you can't even understand it and out of nowhereohgodthere'ssomuchpainwhywon'titstopyouwantto-
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When you wake up, you shakily reach up a white-gloved hand to brush your equally pale hair out of your neon green eyes.
Nothing has changed.
Everything has changed…
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Tick…
Tock…..
Tick…...
Tock…...
BEEEEEEEEEP.
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Yup. Hope y'all liked it. I forgot how much fun writing Danny!angst is…
Again, happy birthday Stoppy, and just wait till I get my act together and type up your REAL birthday present XP
REVIEW.
~OHA