Danny Fenton put down his bag (emblazoned with "Fenton Works") on the bed and glanced at his new room. It was huge. The bed was huge. The window was huge. (It took up a wall.) The desk was huge. Even the pictures on the wall were huge. Just like everything else in this house.
Jack Fenton burst in. "Danny boy! How do you like your new abode?" His dad waggled his eyebrows, an attempt for some enthusiasm on his son's part.
Danny sighed. "It's fine, Dad. Okay?"
Jack sighed and raised his hand to his sons shoulder. "Look son, you know your mother and I want you to be happy. Please try to make an eff-" He stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence. "Do I smell cookies?" The overweight man was out of the room and down the stairs faster than a professional athlete.
Danny sighed and unpacked his stuff. NASA poster … Dumpty Humpty CD…. CD player… pen and pad of paper… Ghost Gun... Danny looked at his meager supply dejectedly. The only thing Danny wanted from a normal life was friends. He had none. He never had any. He was avoided like the plague wherever he went.
Danny had been kicked out of his boarding school. Apparently they had an issue with his "blatant destruction of school property, constant tardiness and overall disrespect". The Fenton family had decided to move to a new neighborhood to get a fresh start. Amity Park was a privileged neighborhood. It fit perfectly.
The Fentons had not been so well off, but then Maddie's mirrors took off. The ghosts in the mirrors were always fashion specialists and provided tips from within the glass. They sold like hotcakes. Women across the country benefited from this creative use of ghouls. And green became the hot color for fall.
Danny suddenly shivered. "Mom! Why is it so damned cold in here?" He yelled out the door.
"Danny, Watch your language!" His mother appeared at the top of the stairs, resplendent in her turquoise jumpsuit. She laid a hand on the stonewall and looked at it admiringly. "Honey, you have to remember, this is a very old house. Your father and I chose it especially for that reason. It is much more likely to have ghosts." Her face lit up at the idea. Danny resisted the strong urge to roll his eyes.
"And the wall down here can be easily gutted to insert a Ghost Portal!" Danny's father yelled from downstairs.
Jazz stuck her head out of her room. "You two and your sick obsession with ghosts! Can't you just like the house because it is beautiful?" Jazz asked.
Danny shut his door. He tried his hardest not to get involved with his family's arguments. They were too sticky to get out of.
He walked over to the huge window and leaned his forehead against it. The street below was almost empty. The rich people who lived on the street were probably away for Christmas break.
Thinking about Christmas break led to school, which led to thinking about the public school he would be going to come the end of vacation. Danny shuddered. He had become incredibly used to being an introvert. He thought with horror about introducing himself in front of the class. Everybody watching what the dorky new kid had to say, already labeling him as a geek…
Danny shuddered and turned to his computer. Doomed was waiting.
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Level twenty-seven. The giant spiders were beaten, the snakes wiped out and the tiki-men were distracted. He was so close.
That was when he heard the shower turn on in his bathroom.
Danny suppressed a yelp and turned off the sound on his game and listened intently. No sound. The water wasn't running. Had he made it up?
Danny looked at the bathroom door warily. He had checked before, it didn't connect to any of the other rooms. It couldn't be Jazz. He thought about calling out, but decided against it. He didn't want insanity against him on his record too.
He turned back to his game and swore under his breath. The tiki-men had become un-distracted and were currently roasting him over a fire. He reached for the mouse to rectify the situation.
And cue the shower.
Danny slammed the chair back in frustration and marched over to the bathroom door. He flung it open.
A girl stood there in nothing but a bathrobe. She screamed. "AHHHHHH!"
Danny threw his hands up to his face and stumbled back. "AHHH!"
The girl marched forward. Her face was crimson, embarrassed and irate. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She demanded, glaring at him.
He retorted. "Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you? And what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?"
She looked outraged. "Your bedroom? This is my bedroom! And I don't remember inviting some stuck up, NASA nerd into my room!"
Danny glanced down at his shirt. Sure enough, NASA was emblazoned across it. "What do you have against NASA?" He yelled.
"Nothing!" She said sarcastically. "Except that a kid who seems to be obsessed with it is trying to take over my room! What'd you do with all my stuff?" She looked around, pure horror dawning on her face. "Where are my curtains? And my candles?" She spun around, taking in her new surroundings.
"Guess what, princess? This isn't your room. So get out before I call the cops." Danny crossed his arms and tried to look menacing. His eyes were starting to glow green, but he didn't want to fry the girl.
Said girl walked over and slapped him. Or tried to at least. Her hand went right through him.
She gasped and stared at her hand. "What happened?" She asked.
Danny grinned. "You're a ghost! Thank god. For a moment there, I thought I would have to put up with you." He transformed into Danny Phantom and grinned. "Time to move out, princess."
She looked at him skeptically. Unimpressed was written all over her. "Okay. NASA nerd wearing spandex is in my room, which he gutted and reorganized. How could my life get any weirder?" She pulled her robe a little tighter. The drops coming down from her hair were disappearing an inch before they hit the ground.
Danny frowned. "Here, allow me to demonstrate." He shot an ecto-blast at her head.
It passed right through her and out the window. A car alarm went off a few streets over.
"What the hell is your problem?" She shrieked. "And what's with the light show?"
Danny frowned and shot another blast at her. It passed through again.
She backed away from him in the direction of the bureau. "Look, I'm going to get dressed and then we are going to find out what the heck you are doing here." She opened the drawer behind her and grabbed a bundle of black clothes out of it. She sprinted into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
Danny stared at it in horror. Those clothes hadn't been in there when he last checked…
What the hell is going on here?
This is part of my spastic updating. Please excuse me if this is terrible.