This is an X-Files Danny Phantom crossover. Yes, that is creepy. Yes, I have no idea why nobody thought of it aside from a few aspiring Devianartists. Oh well.
This will be done in the style of a real X-Files episode. As in- little-to-none thoughts will be said, and nothing will stick out directly. However, for the sake of the story, some thought-attuned comments will be made. Also, despite my efforts, some MSR and DS have sneaked into this. If you don't support either... It could be ignored and thrown off as friendship, I guess, but it will be awkward.
This is going to be in an early-middle season, because I haven't seen the plot based episodes for the later seasons, but I don't want the pure skepticism Dana has in the early seasons, or the angst-ridden Mulder either.
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FBI Headquarters, WASHINGTON D.C.
3:00 PM
Mulder was sitting at his desk, looking over a heavily worn black and white photograph of a blur in the night sky, a heavy crease covering the gray smudge of sky to the right of the mysterious smear. His chocolate eyes didn't move, didn't blink- just staring a hole into the old picture, the headline reading 'FLYING DISK SEEN OVER TEXAS CORN FIELD.'
The door to his office was clicked open, breaking the silence like a gun shot. Of sorts. For the first time in what could have been hours, he removed his eyes from the image long enough to turn and get a good look at the doorway. A look of childish curiosity covered his face as the door opened to reveal his partner in crime, Dana Scully.
The astute redhead walked carefully through the mingled assortment of garbage decorating the storage-closet-turned-office, before making out the haphazard attempt at a path through the various this and that.
Once the obscure spit of exposed rug had been traversed, she stood next to his desk while holding a rather thin file and a mischievous, teasing look, like the cat that caught the fattest rat in the house.
"Mulder, I have a case I have an inkling you won't pass up. I've decided to at least try to meet you halfway on this whole paranormal business." she teased while fingering the corner of the file's cover, her face holding an emotion rarely seen on the pathologist- mischief. Mischief setting Mulder on edge.
He barely had to take a look at his smirking partner before immediately deciding that whatever this was had to be trouble of some subspecies. He raised an eyebrow at the seldom- seen curve of her lips, his mind whirring and stirring with ideas of what could have driven his normally serious-as-a-heart-attack friend into such an unusual, almost childish state.
He continued to gaze into her deep blue eyes as he slowly took the file from her hands. His digits toyed with the corners where her fingers had, flicking the corner into a bend before opening the file to the front page, which he read swiftly. In neat, clean font were the words,
-AMITY PARK CASE-
-OCTOBER 16TH, 2006-
-CLASSIFICATION: X FILE-
-AGENTS: MULDER, SCULLY-
-REGARDING: UNEXPLAINED SPECTRAL ACTIVITY-
Mulder's eyebrow raise Northward at the title, thoughts stopping short at the word 'spectral'. He did a double take at the thin script before shaking his head. He looked at Scully incredulously, deadpanning, "Unexplained spectral activity? You mean ghost trouble? I thought we had an agreement against ghosts after that madhouse where we nearly shot each other full of hot lead on Christmas eve. Unless you forgot finding our own corpses under some floor boards?"
Scully shook her head at her partner, half-snorting amusedly at his remark. Only Mulder could make a comment like, and after how many years of tracking aliens? The one time she brings up something strange of her own and he discounts it immediately. Only for Mulder...
She shook her head at the fine example of hypocrisy spewed from the mouth of the man before her, muttering under her breath about Spooky not beginning to describe. She sighed and drew in a breath before responding, "As useless as it is for me to tell you it, this is serious Mulder, they need our help. I thought you of all people would understand looking for help when you don't understand something."
Mulder's deadpan died in his mouth at that, and no response was given. Scully didn't miss the far away look that had suddenly sprung in his eyes, however, and immediately regretted the remark. She should know how sensitive it was to him... Hell, it was sensitive to her. Of all the below the belt comments she could have madr...
She inwardly sighed as her partner's features stuck. If she didn't so something, he might go back into one of his twenty-four hour depression. One of the last things he needed, either of them needed. She lifted one finger to poke him in the shoulder, resulting in a yelp and severe jerking before he realized it was just her finger.
"You gonna be okay? I could do this one on my own..." she chanced, although she knew it was probably a bad move.
Mulder blinked once, twice before offering a smile he could only hope looked halfway real. "After you nearly died from some insane villagers putting some parasite into your back? Scully, I can't leave you alone anywhere. Continue- just, be more careful, alright?"
She just nodded, unsure whether to smile or cry at the pain in his voice. He was trying to joke, she knew it- but that didn't help. She continue3d on, hoping things would resolve themselves, for once.
"Amity Park, California has experienced paranormal activity far more often than any other city in the United States. Not only are ghosts seen often, they have actually caused damage in the town. Physical damage, to property mostly."
Mulder's mouth, once again capable of motion after the dead set of thought, was beginning to hang lower and lower with each word and syllable. He was left gaping at the end, his jaw staying several inches away from his upper lip for several moments before shaking himself and asking, "You mean these ghosts have actually interacted with the townsfolk? As in, ghost attacks?"
Scully took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, suppressing the urge to retort, 'is there an echo in here' at her partner, for his sake. She let the breath out slowly and sucked air back in, in the manner one would before explaining to a child. She waited for once tense moment before replying, "Not only once, but as often as three times in any given week. The activity began during Mid-September of last year. Also, it began incredibly suddenly. Prior to that point, there had been no reports of paranormal activity outside of the typical teenage pranks and campfire tales from the local boy scouts."
Mulder soaked this information in, raising his finger to the corner of his mouth. A question cropped up in his mind, one needed answering. In regard to its plea for release he separated his lips, breathing out, "So, what was so special about last September? It seems a little odd that anyone, even spirits, would suddenly spring out of nowhere in a town so small even I haven't heard of it. Think the Ghost Busters are listed under 'public service' or 'specialist' in the phone book?"
Scully suppressed a groan at the atrocious pun that had just flitted into her ears. She forced a grotesquely false grin, replying, "That's we're trying to find out. The first part. Fortunately- or not, depending on who you are- the attacks have centered around one ghost in particular. This ghost has claimed innocence, and the town was saved by this being in a city wide raid by an entity calling himself Pariah Dark, mythologically, the king of the undead.
"However, said ghost has cost millions in property damage during fights with other specters. There was also a hostage situation involving the mayor that the ghost has repeatedly claimed to be a frame up, although no proof has ever been brought forward on either side."
Mulder nodded, absorbing the information. "So, what do they want us to do with all of this? Usually they'll want us to solve a murder or a disappearance, but this, what are they asking for? They know the issue already. What's there for us to find out?" he pondered, gazing at Scully's stern, piercing eyes.
"They want us to find out why this ghost is around and the connections it has to the ghost attacks. Our ride is already set and accommodations made for however long we need to scope this thing out. We have a lot to do and not much to go on aside from visual reports, and then even those have had several discrepancies involving his whether he has legs or a 'mist like tail' and the logo on his chest, most notably a teenage boy claiming that, when weakened by a shrinking device of some sort, the ghost's outfit changed from what can best be described as a jumpsuit into casual attire, as well as the darkening of hair color. Of course, the inclusion of a 'shrink device' certainly adds to his credibility..."
She could see that Mulder was trying, hard, on deciding if he should laugh or take the boy seriously. Admittedly, she was ready to sign the boy's loony bin papers... but that wasn't exactly her area of conduct.
"Fortunately, one piece of information is known-- a name has been given by figure itself." she said casually, although she could the sudden shine that came to her partner's eyes.
He, for whatever reason, loved giving little nicknames to animals they were dealing with. The fact that the specter might have done the same to himself... Well, it was rather like finding out that your favorite celebrity had the same flavor of ice cream, she supposed.
Both of Mulder's eyebrows were now so high they were nearly invisible in his chestnut hair. His mouth was open slightly. He ventured, "Oh? What has this entity named itself?"
Scully flipped the folder to a picture of a white haired, green eyed ghost in a black and silver jumpsuit floating high over a city, hands shining a bright green and body glowing faintly. "Danny Phantom."
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This is a SUCKY first chapter... but bare with me, alright? This is only the prologue, anyway.
