Cartoon crossover. When a secret organization decides that Danny Phantom should join them, and the other abducted abnormal adolescences, how will he and the others escape, especially when they can't remember a life outside their little community? They think their secrets are well kept, but are they? Will they even realize that their abilities are being used for evil? It's all a dangerous secret, that's soon about to unfold. Rated T for language, mention of gore, and insanity.

I really like this idea, hopefully I won't ruin or abandon it.

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the cartoons I include in this fanfiction, mmk?

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Not So Hidden Secrets

Ch. 1: New Beginning

A man sits at a computer in a lab, hunched over, working wearily on research actually most disturbing and certainly extraordinary. The problem was that this man had grown accustomed to coming across absolutely impossible findings, and he hadn't slept in two days. The man had short, ruffled black hair, pale skin (an expert at never going outside and leaving his computer), and brown eyes looking through thin glasses. He never smiled, and always seemed to be glaring at something. The lab was big, echoed, had a supply closet and a separate room in the back. Behind the man was a lab table, with various scientific instruments and unique chemicals. A few florescent lights were on, but the majority of the light came from the glow of the monitors. He wasn't alone, a woman was sitting at another computer across from him. They both wore long white lab coats, were fairly scrawny, and could appear to a common person as snooty know-it-alls. The young woman in particular, with her hair in a neat ponytail and a sour frown looked especially bored with her work. She huffed an annoyed sigh.

"What're you working on?" asked the man, adjusting his glasses.

"Oh, you know, just some stuff on the health issues of some of our patients." She said with another exasperated sigh. She had brown hair, dark red lipstick, a decent complexion, and almost black eyes. "You?"

The man hesitated to respond, for his next statement will be grossly humorous. "Well, I think I found a new recruit."

"Really?" the woman said halfheartedly, not even looking up. The lab was mostly silent for another half hour, besides the typing at the computers and another scientist bumbling in to join them. He was slightly bigger then the other man, had neatly combed blond hair, blue eyes, and he added to the noise with his clinking of glass vials and flasks. No one exchanged a word. The man at the computer all the sudden got up, after pressing the print button. He waited patiently at the printer at the edge of the table drumming his fingers lightly on the wood, then snatched the papers and strolled across the lab to a supply closet. He selected an ordinary manila folder, and placed the fresh documents inside. Next, he left the at least slightly illuminated lab for an eerily dark corridor.

The entire building was massive, location unknown, complete with offices, storage rooms, a lab, and even some sleeping quarters. The fairly small number of staff lived and worked here, but it was debatable if these people had souls. No person with morals could possibly work for this facility, what they do here is simply evil, but they were paid well, so it mattered not.

The labyrinth of halls seemed to go on forever, but the man seemed to know where he was going and he took his time, in no real hurry. He passed a couple of people along the way, two men covered head to toe with a combination of thick leather and metal armor, faces concealed behind a helmet, and they had a small selection of weapons in their belts as well. They were talking about something unimportant to the man, not even giving him a glance. Finally, the scientist reached his destination, a door with no knob, but a little gray button was on the wall beside it. He pressed the button, and waited.



A camera above the door focused on him, and a speaker next to it crackled, "Ah! Dr. Specs! Come in, come in!" boomed a strong, almost friendly male voice. The door slid open, to the top, allowing entry. Despite Specs not being his real name, he stepped inside. No one went by his or her real name here.

The room was small, maybe even cramped; it was an office. There was a metal desk in the middle, with numerous buttons on it and a man sitting behind it in a very large chair. The walls looked mechanical, for blue wires seem to run through them, and all connected to a spot under the desk. The wires glimmered a little, giving off some of the only light in the room, other than a lamp on the desk that is seldom on.

"Looks like someone's been really busy." The man behind the desk said casually.

"You know my line of work, Mr. Big." Dr. Specs said, rubbing his eyes under his glasses tiredly. "Very tedious, very time consuming."

"Indeed." Mr. Big agreed. "What do you have there?" he asked. Dr. Specs approached the desk, but didn't get too close, knowing Mr. Big had made it a rule not to. As friendly as he appeared now, Mr. Big could get quite angry and loud. Mr. Big's figure couldn't be distinguished, for it was so dark. He almost seemed fused to his giant, velvet, spinny chair, with only his eyes visible as they gave off somewhat of a faint glow as well. No matter how friendly his tone suggested, Mr. Big's yellow eyes were always narrowed. He was mysterious, Specs wonders from time to time why he never leaves his office or even his chair, but he had worked here for so long that he knew not to ask. Specs placed the files on his desk, then took a step back warily.

"Information on someone you might be interested to enlist to your…company." Spec's humor always seemed to be sarcastic and mocking, usually the thing getting him in trouble with his co-workers, but never his boss. A dark hand extended and grabbed the folder, and it was slowly brought up to Mr. Big's face and opened.

"Hm, strength, flight, the usual…ooo?…This is interesting." He said, reading over the material again, quite impressed. "Very interesting." He read it over a couple more times, making sure he didn't miss any detail, then closed the folder and put it in front of him. "You never cease to amaze me, Specs. Once again, fascinating!" Dr. Specs bowed his head, his silent way of saying thank you so he didn't have to change his expression. "You truly are a master at research."

"Should I assemble a team?" Specs asked, getting to the point and steering clear of the compliments.

"By all means, fetch the boy!" Mr. Big ordered excitedly, with a tint of wickedness. But seeing how tired his employee was, he decided to do a little of the work for him. He pushed a button on his desk and leaned over to a microphone. "Doberman, Rottweiler, Pitbull, report to the Main Office to discuss arrangements with Dr. Specs." The exhausted doctor still had one more thing to do before he could take a nice nap. Mr. Big was about to hand him the file, but made a pause. "It seems you forgot to write his name down on the tab."

"Oh, my apologies, Mr. Big."

"No problem," Mr. Big sympathized with him for his lack of sleep. He pulled a drawer open and chose a fancy fountain pin to write in neat print: Danny Phantom.

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In a once quiet town, Amity Park, the sky was just getting its darkest for the coming evening. Note: once quiet, which means, not so much anymore. The town is famous for its notorious ghostly troublemakers; to put it bluntly, it's haunted. Ghosts are everywhere, playing pranks, chasing citizens, stealing, and sometimes stealing boxes. It had once even been pulled into a ghostly dimension! Some say seeing is believing, but everyone in this town has seen them, so they all believe. But some people are not sure what to believe about their town's most famous ghost. Most say he's a hero, which should be obvious since he quite often saves people from the not-so-friendly spirits, but still 

some say he's a no good ghost punk. It's believable sometimes, because for some odd reasons he has been caught doing villainish deeds on several occasions. It's still a mystery why the ghost boy stole some money and jewls from a bank, attacked the former mayor, and even tried to ruin Christmas. Some hopefuls say that he was just caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe he was framed, but there will always be someone who wants Danny Phantom gone. However, up in the sky, it's not a bird or a plane, it's a couple of ghosts, dueling it out. One's good, one's bad, you decide which is which.

One was big and mechanical looking, with green hair that looked on fire as it blew in a nonexistent wind. He had plenty of weapons, which he was sure to use on his opponent. The other appeared to be a teenager, with a black, full body spandex suit minus the head, with white gloves, white boots, white belt, and white hair. He also had a white D on his chest, with a little black P inside it. His green eyes glowed in the dark night, as did the rest of his body, but his eyes glowed the brightest.

"When are you going to give up, Skulker? Stalking me doesn't really improve your image." shouted the boy, apparently the winner from former battles. Skulker simply growled and kept fighting, not liking one bit that he was taking a beating from a kid, again. It was unlikely, not to mention embarrassing for the greatest hunter in the ghost world.

"A good hunter never gives up until he finally makes his kill!" the machine man retorted back, throwing a good punch into the boy's face. He quickly recovered however, and threw an even bigger punch back, enhanced by luminous green energy surrounding his hand. This "ectoblast" hit Skulker head on, and left him dazed for enough seconds for the teenager to prepare another. But he dodged and activated a giant machine gun that aimed and tried to pelt the boy with infinite tiny bullets, which could have done him in if he hadn't made an "ecto shield" around himself.

The skirmish was violent, but soon over. Skulker simply wasn't fast enough to avoid each and every one of his opponent's aggressive punches. He only had to be caught off guard once to be blasted to the ground, and sucked into a strange device the ghost boy grabbed from his belt. It was thermos shaped, and the bright blue light simply engulfed Skulker, and he was so weak, he couldn't fight being pulled into the void, and then the enemy was gone, or so the ghost boy thought. After relishing yet another victory, the ghost boy started to fly away, on patrol for any other baddies out there wreaking havoc. It's getting too easy now. He thought optimistically, remembering how hard it had been to beat that same maniac before.

Meanwhile, on the ground, a muscular man basically camouflaged with his dark armor had observed the whole thing from his hiding spot in the shadows of an alley. He glared at the ghost boy, flying away, and then pressed a button on his wrist. "He's coming your way, Pitbull." Another identical man, further away, crouched down and aimed his weapon at the oncoming target. It was black, and the end of it started to glow blue, some kind of a laser gun. Unfortunately for Danny Phantom, these guys were professionals, perhaps more so than Skulker was when he was alive. He probably could have defeated them without much conflict if he wasn't caught by surprise.

Danny stopped in mid air, and screamed in agony as pain exploded within him, the laser hit him perfectly in the chest, and his heart most likely stopped beating for a few seconds. He crashed into the pavement, broken concrete flying all around, and held on to his chest, not sure what had hit him. Pitbull pressed the button on his wrist. "Follow your radars, I got him down."

Who the hell was that?! Danny thought, opening his eyes to look around, the luminosity of his eyes growing brighter with anger. He staggered up, the pain quickly subsiding, and prepared to fight. His attacker emerged from the shadows, laser gun aimed at him again.

"Don't move, Mr. Phantom."

"Don't count on it." Danny took to the skies and blasted the ground under Pitbull's feet. It made him fall down, but he wasn't drastically hurt. Danny couldn't hurt him, he was human! Or at least he appeared human. Why did the Guys in White have to give him such a hard time? Can't they see that he's trying not to kill them?



Pitbull got up, and quickly shot Danny again. Yep, definitely professional. Danny's scream woke up everyone in that subdivision, that's for sure. It didn't hurt quite as much as it did the first time since he saw it coming, but the pain was still intense. Danny made sure he didn't fall to the ground this time, instead he made an ecto blast that shot Pitbull in the stomach, but didn't hurt him too bad. What had he done to deserve this? He wasn't hurting anyone! At least no one innocent.

The Guys in White really need to…Wait a second he thought. "You're not the Guys in White!" he accused. Of course this man wasn't, he was wearing all black, they couldn't be part of the government organization that hunts him for no reason. Then again, this man seemed to attack him for no reason too. Danny saw the man get up again, and swooped down to grab him. The ghost was quite strong, for he lifted the heavy man and threw him into a dumpster. "Just what do you want?" he grumbled, irritated that he was once again being hunted by those he protects. All the sudden he was hit again, by a red laser beam and it hurt just as much as the first. He collapsed to the ground, sizzling, and panted, something he didn't do very often while in ghost mode.

Doberman had snuck up behind him, and Rottweiler came with their black van screeching to a halt soon after. Danny glanced at his new adversaries, and glided up into the sky to at least try to avoid another painful shock. He blasted the ground under the other two, as Pitbull climbed out of the dumpster. They all fired away with their laser guns, but this time Danny did well with evading them. But, this would be a losing battle for him, he can't stay here to fight them, and someone could get hurt. Even if they attacked first, even if they were at fault and his was only self defense, he would never be able to plead his case if he had injured a human, worse yet killed one, and he would be labeled an enemy forever. Being the only choice he had, Danny fled. He flew as fast as he could out of their battlefield in the streets.

He kept soaring for several minutes, looking back every so often to see if they were following him. He caught a glimpse of their black van a few times, but at one point he was confident he got away. After a sigh of relief, he decided to land. His hiding place of choice behind a car.

Well tonight took a turn for the worst he thought. At least I caught Skulker. After checking to see if the coast was clear, two blue rings appeared around his waist. One went up, the other went down, and they revealed his other form, his less daunting human form. Danny Fenton wore blue jeans, red and white tennis shoes, and a white t-shirt with a red collar and a little red oval. He had raven black hair and bright blue eyes, although not near as bright as his green ones. He took a peek from behind the car and saw that no one was around; perhaps he did have good luck sometimes. He began walking home, too tired to race home for curfew; who cares if he had school in the morning? He just fought a crazy hunter ghost and three crazy ghost hunters, he needed some sort of break.

He put his hands in his pockets as he gazed apathetically up at the streetlights he ambled past. He was thinking, thinking about how long it was going to take for this town to accept him. To stop hunting him and accusing him of being evil. One would think saving them so much would be enough, but no, they still need some convincing, but what? What do I have to do?! He thought. When will you stop hiring people to destroy me?!

All the sudden, he heard a noise, a very strange noise. It sounded robotic, like whirs and hums of a vacuum or something. It was faint, so he didn't stop and think about that, instead he kept on going…but he stopped when the noise was getting louder each second. Is something following me? He turned around…but saw nothing. And, as of this moment, he didn't hear anything either. It was silent, dead silent. After standing there for a few more seconds, he turned around and continued his stroll. Just as before…it was a matter of surprise that did him in.

Without much warning, before the sound of the whirring and humming could reach Danny's ears again, a large gray, metal coil curled around his body and plucked him right off the ground. He yelped and struggled, but the coil was like a snake as it squeezed the breath out of him and made it impossible to move. It pulled him through the air, and Danny couldn't even see behind him where he was going, or notice that he dropped his Fenton Thermos. He was thrown into a metal chair, inside the black van. Metal bands then held his wrists down to the arm of the chair and his ankles to the legs of the chair. The inside of the van was bright, with many lights on the ceiling, and blue wires flowing through the walls. It was covered with buttons and switches, and Danny looked up at the woman in the lab coat, just standing at the van's doors with a clipboard and pen, staring at him.



This all happened so fast, Danny wasn't sure what to think. "What's going on?" Danny asked alarmed, squirming in his restraints. He wasn't able to move anything, the chair was bolted to the floor.

"Don't struggle." The woman told him, not smiling or smirking, just an earnest frown.

"Is that a threat?" Danny retorted angrily. What could this woman want with him? He thought about phasing, but could he really do that without her suspecting anything? Was escaping random abduction worth revealing his secret…maybe.

"It's more of a warning, you'll see what I mean." She said, writing something down and frowning a little harder. Danny glared back, gritting his teeth. "And don't try your little intangible trick either, it won't work." Danny blinked at her, confused, and tried to go intangible as a test, but he couldn't! The chair was ghost proof!

What?! Does this mean…she knows?! But how?! Danny thought, now terrified and struggling even more, his hands shaking. "Wha, what are you talking about?" he asked innocently. The woman raised an eyebrow at him. "Who are you?" he demanded, trying to hide his fear. His eyes suddenly darted to the doors, as Pitbull jumped into the van and closed them behind him. Rottweiler and Doberman were driving the van, Danny could feel the vehicle moving now. "It's you!"

Pitbull didn't even acknowledge he was there, instead he stood beside the woman and waited for orders. "What do you want with me?" He asked, but no response. "Answer me!" Panic was rising.

"You ask a lot of questions." The woman observed, jotting something else down.

"Let me go! Or you will regret it!" Danny shouted, trying to sound fierce and trying to go ghost, but alas, he could not. No comment, no banter, no threat, it was cruel. The adults could sense his fear, and they weren't listening nor giving him any explanation.

"Should I proceed, Miss Pry?" Pitbull asked, his voice coarse and almost inhuman behind the metal helmet. Pry nodded, and Pitbull approached a switch on a wall. Danny watched him, full of anxiety. He watched him pull the switch, and the lights in the van flickered as a compartment in the ceiling opened and revealed a strange device, and slowly lowered it down. Danny again heard the mechanical whine, but it wasn't the monster coil.

"What is that?" Danny asked, seeing it get closer to his head. It was a helmet of some kind, resembled a bucket, but it appeared very high tech. It had lights and buttons and numbers that displayed readings of who knows what. Danny tried to move out of the way, but he couldn't do anything, he couldn't stop this.

"Stop struggling." Miss Pry warned again, but Danny wouldn't listen, besides, she didn't listen to him.

"What are you going to do to me?" Danny asked, half angry and the other half worried. "What do you want with me?" The helmet now hovered directly on top of his head, and a metal band wrapped around Danny's mouth, holding his head still to the back of the chair and preventing him from asking anymore questions.

"Your services." Miss Pry finally answered, though Danny unable to hear, as Pitbull pressed a button next to the switch.

The helmet flashed white like a bolt of lightning, then the whole van was filled with black light. Danny tried to scream, but it was all muffled. Black sparks flew off of his body, as an evil force took hold. Every joint, every vain, every cell of him had been shocked, his head pounded, and he shut his eyes tight to make these images go away. His life flashed before his eyes, in a continual eruption of color. He saw memories, wants, dreams, and nightmares. He saw his parents, his friends, his enemies, his love life. He saw his archenemies, his future self, and allies, and all the while these images were beginning to be blurred and fall apart, like his brain was being scrambled like an egg. This pain was worse than all three of the shocks from before combined, and the more he struggled, the more it hurt. The 

only point where the pain stopped was when he sat still, and to end the pain he did sit there and forget everything about reality. Conscious is not a word that could describe him at this point. He slumped in that chair, almost lifeless, watching the images go by, completely oblivious to what was going on.

Soon, everything was forgotten, his psyche was being molded into something new. Different images passed by his mind, but Danny couldn't tell what they were. Maybe voices were telling him what to believe, thoughts like forget and remember were there and gone in a flash. There was no telling how long he had been under that helmet. Minutes turned into hours, hours could have very well turned into days or even weeks, for Danny had lost all track of time. He had no thoughts…he just reclined there. But at one point his vision just became blank…nothing happened, all was quiet, and then he opened his eyes.

He stared at the white ceiling, found himself in a bed under white sheets and maroon covers, still in his blue jeans and t-shirt, and having no worry whatsoever. Not a care in the world. Sunlight leaked through a single, closed window next to the bed, being the only light in the room. My first day in the new neighborhood. He thought peacefully.

He jumped out of bed, a little excited, and went directly to another room, the bathroom. He knew exactly where everything was, toothpaste, soap, combs, everything, and started his daily routine right away. He brushed his teeth and hair, he found a change of clothes easily, and he wasn't bothered at all. His dwelling was like a hotel room, except slightly bigger and all by itself. It had a bedroom, bathroom, a kitchen, a front door and a back door. It was like a very small house, but it was perfect if only one person was going to live there. Danny was already settled, his clothes were already folded in drawers, he had a computer, and NASA posters were on his bedroom walls.

Everything was normal, he believed, he just arrived to his new home to escape the dangerous real world. Outside this perfect community there were sickness, crime, and war. Everything was going to be great here, it's a fresh start, a new beginning…but little did he know it was also a malevolent charade.

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Why is it fun to torture Danny? I mean almost all of us want to put him in some horrible situation. Anyway whatcha think? I know, it might be too early to tell if it's any good or not, but I'm trying. Next chapter's gonna be fun, I'm going to introduce the other heroes! (or villains –shifty eyes-) I already know what I'm going to do so I don't need suggestions, but comments are nice. Very nice, yes. Am I scared of you all? Maybe. Thanks guys!

-Darkness