It's good to be back and writing! Hope you enjoy this...absolutely goofy, absolutely random nest in which I will dump all of my plot bunnies. These two "Episodes" of Media Matters; in which, Danny interacts with anything social or creative that I can make fun of. :)

Don't own DP...this goes for this series in its entirety!

Media Matters.

Episode 1: "-ad!"

You know what SUCKS about absolutely everyone having a video-phone in their pockets these days? That they can film everything! Embarrassing landing? Poor shot? Bad pun? Hello Youtube! Goodbye dignity…But what's worse, is not what they see you do, but what they think you say.

Naturally, with white noise, distance, and relatively poor audio equipment on hand, people tend to miss-understand the things I say. Usually, they're little things. "OMG did phantome just say *insert curse word here*? But hes a supah hero!? how cud he?" "DUDE, that was totally like, latin or something, hes totally a daemon!" Like I said, pretty harmless. Furthermore, these things usually don't leave the internet. What I mean is, they never end up on TV. Reporters won't get caught on air making those kinds of assumptions, they're pretty pointless.

That is, until they misheard something particularly juicy by their standards…

It all started during a standard spat with Plasmius, only I wasn't calling him Plasmius that day. For some odd reason, I kept calling him Vlad. Maybe I wasn't mad enough at him, maybe our fights are just getting casual, I don't know. What I do know, is that I got elbowed in the throat, punched in the gut, and smacked down to the ground right on my back. Can't really say it knocked the wind out of me, but it did indeed mess with my ability to speak.

"V-ad!" I coughed up, "You get -ack here! Vl-ad!"

"Sorry, I can't stay any longer, Daniel, I have business to attend to," And with FAR too proud a swish of his cape (what is he, like, ten or something?) He was off.

"Vl-, *cough* -ad!"

Too late, he was gone. He does that a lot; taking off soon after the fight begins. Maybe he's afraid of getting worn out? I don't know. Well anyway, naturally, some people got video of the fight on their phones, which they could submit directly to Amity's various news stations online. This is how stations usually get their footage of ghosts. Any quarrel with Plasmius usually gets a mention just because we're the more powerful ghosts around, so I was expecting to hear, "Danny Phantom battles The Wisconsin Ghost, A.K.A. Plasimus, blah-blah-blah." What I actually heard when my parents turned on the news and we all sat down for some "together time," was...

"Danny Phantom reveals the true nature of his relationship with The Wisconsin Ghost. Footage of the scene that took place today showcases Phantom beaten down and injured, several times calling out to him, "Dad! You get back here Dad!"

"WHAT?" We exclaimed in unison. Then they played the clip.

"Oh my gosh, it does sound like dad," I admitted.

"Interesting," My Mom said, "I wonder what happened to cause them to become enemies?"

My Dad jumped up, "Maddie, do you know what this means? It means ghosts can have children!" I felt queasy at the thought, "TO THE LAB!" And with a leap and bound gravity had no right to grant them, both my Mom and Dad were in the basement.

I sat there for a quiet, meaningful moment; turned off the TV and got up to go to my room. Just as I reached the base of the stairs, Jazz came down, "Woah, Danny, what's up with you? This looks like some kind of walk of shame-hey, where are you going?"

I shuffled my feet, "I'm going upstairs to looks up more lonely-cat-man jokes…I'm gonna need a lot of 'em to live this one down…"

Jazz's jaw dropped slightly, "What?"

Episode 2: "Random."

I'm an easily distracted person; I'll admit it. Little things, shinny things, sparkly things, that kind'a stuff. Random stuff, too. Get's me in trouble, mostly with the women in my life. My mom might say, "Danny, I need you to-" and, that's when the pattern of the plaster on a wall strangely resembles a kitten…I don't even know where that one came from; but an hour later you can bet I'm in trouble for not doing something I swear I was never told to do. Or when my friends and I are discussing an important assignment, and a leaf blows by the window…Yeah I get distracted easily

You know what the worst distractions are? Getting random questions…because the randomness has been taken from my hands, and has been left to the genius of others. You know when I get these questions? When I'm Phantom; ergo, when I'm fighting.

I'm serious, there always has to be that guy, you know, that one guy who just isn't satisfied with staying out of harms way? Yeah, that guy. That guy also usually happens to have a video-phone, and a knack for journalism…at least that's what he thinks. He is also a, 'they,' really, any-who.

Battling Skulker? "Do you prefer blondes or brunette's?" Pummeling the Box Ghost? "Are you wearing underwear?" Yeah…notice 'that guy' didn't ask for my personal preference, just if I was wearing any underwear at all…maybe I should think about modifying my suit. Anyway, fighting virtually ANY female ghost, "That your girlfriend?" That usually gets me pretty distracted, because I have to respond to that…Until one time I met up with Jonny 13 and Kitty, who so kindly responded, "maybe." Oh, the headlines, the headlines! Then there's stuff like, "Can you take me flying?" "Can I feel your arms?" "Can I touch your hair?" Gosh, maybe I really do need to change my get-up. I mean, I don't mind, don't get me wrong; but it's not like I can take them up on it…

Why do I get the feeling Sam actually felt that and is subconsciously giving an inanimate object a nasty look? Why am I even thinking about this? Any-how.

Some of 'those guys,' actually think up a coherent thought every now and again…but those are worse because I usually don't have an answer for them, "how did you die?" "when did you die" "were you ever alive" "can you take that suit off?" Gah! So distracting…and personal…I wonder if I can take my suit off, actually…that might be a problem if I ever do decide to change it-oh, where was I? Oh yeah.

Then there's also the rude things 'that guy' says. "Hey, Phantom! Tell the devil I said hi!" "You coward, come meet my fist!" "If you're so tuff, why don't you just stick around a few minutes?" Those guys are great actually, 'cause people sometimes come to my defense against them and that's pretty cool. They're not nearly the worst, and some people can actually be supportive. "Go get 'em Phantom!" "Deck 'em Danny!" "Go ghost boy!" Heheh, yeah, those are pretty nice, even if they are rare.

Beyond all that, by far the worst have to be the 'Phans' as they've come to call themselves, (which is clever I guess) of these 'Phans,' the worst are the Phan-girls and Phan-boys. They…how do I say this? Write stuff about me? Phantom I mean…its…its so bad not even Tucker can laugh about it. Sam went from uninterested (and not surprised) to just plain horrified. I have half a mind to tell Jazz for her thesis on ghost envy, but I don't think this really applies. Anyway, I think the Phans who do the writing are the same Phans who shout stuff like, "Love me!" "Be the ghost-father of my babies!" "TAKE ME WITH YOU!"

Actually, some of that's starting to come from older men now that I think about it…

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...I'm going to go change my costume now...

Media Matters, funny bunnies that involve Danny's interactions with various forms of media…maybe more will pop up every now and again, who knows?

You wouldn't believe the state of mind I was in when I wrote episode 2...it was a one-take one-shot, my mind was really thinking that strangely. Hehe, got a follow-up for it too. Maybe I'll get that up in a day or so. In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy the freedom of a one-shot series! Who-hoo!