I've read a good deal of TD/DP stories, I was both inspired and bored, and decided to give it a shot myself.
(God, I'm horrible for starting another story... T-T)
Anyway, don't let me stop you from reading. Please, ignore me and continue after I do the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman, Total Drama belongs to Tom McGillis, Jennifer Pertsch, and the rest of Fresh TV and yada yada ya.
Chapter 1: This Is SO Not A Resort...
There comes a time in everyone's life when karma decides to give them the bird.
That luck is so sickeningly cruel that it makes you want to grab your hair and yank it out in utter frustration. Or take said emotion out on the closest object at your disposal... which half of the time usually ends up with you hopping on your good foot and nursing your injured one while curses spew out of your mouth faster than a track athlete can take off.
In other words, karma sucked.
Before the accident, Danny never really cared for the supernatural.
With ghost-obsessed parents nearly flipping their lids whenever a single trace of a so-called 'ghost' made it on their radar, and ordinary food deciding to make him and the rest of his family switch roles on the food chain after a dose of ectoplasm, he even came to resent the supernatural.
But one electrifying freak accident later, and... lets just say his former resentment for the supernatural took a complete 180.
So, when the halfa found himself on an average yacht, studying the drastic changes from the brochure held loosely in his hands to the slowly approaching crappy island?
It was right there and then Danny decided... karma truly was a bitch.
Throwing one last irritated glance at the folded up brochure held in his hands, the raven haired teen promptly ripped the booklet in half, and another half, and another until the once nicely folded guide was reduced to tiny little pieces of shredded paper. And after a thorough scan around the boat, it seemed not even a trashcan wanted anything to do with the tattered remains of the accursed brochure.
Danny rolled his eyes in mild annoyance, mentally praising his luck, before he decided to just stuff the little bits deep inside his right pocket.
The... camp, if he could even call it that, would undoubtedly have trashcans littered around the area. He'd just toss the bits in one of the bins later on. That, or burn them up in a campfire. Not too surprisingly, the second option sounded far more favorable at the moment...
Maybe Sam's gothic nature was starting to rub on him a little.
Just a little.
And speaking of camp.
His boat was closing in on it.
Opting to push away his slightly morbid thoughts for now, Danny let his crystalline colored eyes scrutinize the camp and it's occupants a little more carefully now that both were in his view.
Vegetation greener than the vegetation back in Amity basked in all of it's fresh glory as it took up most of the island. In the middle of the forestry, crushing the crisp blades of grass with their mighty weight, stood several old, rickety cabins spread not too far from one another. Surprisingly, they stood tall and strong, barely donning any holes despite the fact that the wood looked like it would give under a harsh kick. He could only wonder how the old texture would manage when a storm came around.
The first thing to catch his full attention though was the insanely enormous cliff, jutting out from the woods. If Danny had to guess, he'd say the cliff was roughly around, maybe, 900 ft tall? The mountain seemed to be somewhere around that height range.
Now, the second thing to catch his attention were the docks at the front of the island, and more importantly, the large crowd of people gathered on the wooden structure. The crowd was very... diverse, to say the least. Given his daily ghostly battles back at home, the halfa was able to adapt to numerous new skills that became handy during his two years of being a halfa. One of these skills was the ability to scan a person, place, or an object and their features in nearly under two minutes. And since he had to survive through high school during those years too, scanning a crowd this large took him only two minutes and fifteen seconds, mentally speaking. With the exception of two girls with matching outfits and hairstyles, not a single person looked remotely the same. Which, in his opinion, was kinda refreshing. A few students in Casper High looked as though they could be related, especially over half of the football team.
Upon finishing his scan, the campers looked about alright. Well, most of them did anyway. The matching twins were rapidly jumping up and down, squealing in unconstrained excitement, causing a few campers to either wince, step away from the joyful pair, or shoot them annoyed looks, to which the two were oblivious to. What made him pause, however, was the sight of a girl of Asian descent wearing an expensive outfit, looking as if she was trying to send every camper and the host on the docks to hell with just one murderous glare, a thuggish guy around his height with a green mohawk and piercings, decked out in punk clothing, and a broad girl dressed in gym clothes, sporting a fierce glare that would make Dash whimper with just one simple look.
Overall, Danny made sure to mentally check those five under a 'Must Avoid'.
...
Okay, so maybe just the last three. The twins he could probably handle if they weren't going to squeal for the whole stay here.
As for the host himself? He seemed about average, wearing a causal outfit of a navy blue polo shirt on top of a white long sleeved shirt, a pair of khakis, grey customized converse and a necklace wrapped around his neck. Now, Danny was never one for reality TV, but the guy honestly didn't look too bad for a host. The heated sun glinting down on his tanned skin and perfectly styled jet black hair did nothing to spoil his mood, and it showed when his large, welcoming grin never wavered, his small black eyes flashed with excitement, and his large hand held itself up high, giving the teen a casual wave.
The sign "Wawanakwa" flashed into view in big, bold red letters, causing Danny to momentarily frown at the name. On the brochure, it said Wawanakwa Resort, the same resort his parents eagerly signed him up for in order for him to get away from Amity Park and the rest of his problems for the summer, despite joining a reality show for it. Not Wawanakwa Camp, the poor excuse of a camping ground environment out in the middle of nowhere.
The halfa supposed this was his karma for leaving the position of protector of Amity Park to his friends, both dead and alive back home. But it's not like he wanted to go in the first place. He tried everything to stop his parents from signing him up for this show. From refusal of an audition tape to playing sick. But whenever a Fenton put their mind to something, there was no stopping him nor her.
Okay... so maybe he didn't try everything. But after his first year of ghost fighting, he promised himself to never overshadow a family member again unless the situation was absolutely desperate. He always hated taking away someone's free will, and to do that to his parents? Or even Jazz? Wasn't he supposed to be the hero?
Anyway, when it seemed that chances of escape were futile, Danny went with plan B. If Team Phantom were to ever get dragged along to another disastrous Ghost Zone field trip, courtesy of Walker, then they would have something to counter said disaster. A device which would not only restrain his powers to a degree, but hide his ecto signature too. That way a ghost wouldn't be able to detect his presence and his ghost sense wouldn't slip out and catch anyone's attention.
And what better way to use the device than to attach it to the halfa in his time of need. At least now, Danny wouldn't have to worry about slipping up on national television.
Once the yacht came to a stop at the ending of the dock, Danny shouldered his bag, gripping it by the strap, and took the handle of his suitcase in his free hand. Stepping off the boat, he made his way over to the host and the crowd of teenagers that looked to be around his age.
He just hoped he'd be able to keep himself in check for the summer.
To keep both teams balanced, I'll be adding Valerie because, well... it's Valerie. She's one of the most badass characters in the series.
The next chapter will be ready by the end of January.
Later, readers.