Danny cant die can he?
Prolog.
After a fight that Danny couldn't win all the faggots had taken their chances at ruling the mortal world a battle between them all had taken place and now the three alliances ruled by vlad in the north, ember, johnny 13, kitty and young blood in the south and skulker, techness, the box faggot and the lunch lady and their daughter box lunch ruled amity park
The Fenton's had given up ghost hunting when the guys in white had shot down Danny and Danny phantom's identity had been revealed everyone but sam, tucker and jazz were shocked to shit. Jack and Maddie had hung up their ecto rays and locked up their ghost gear. They had blamed them selves and as hard as the town pleaded for their help as the town became over run by faggots, they couldn't.
Tucker had tried to move on but he spent his time taking care of sam and jazz who had fell to pieces. Sam seemed to take it the hardest because Danny's dying words were "I love you sam, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Take ca-" and that was it. He died in her arms and it was hours before anyone would be able to pry his body from her grasp.
No one blamed her even though she did. He had died saving her because he loved her. She had cried her self to sleep before unable to get over her emotions, but now it was because she missed him too much.
Three days was all it took for amity park to go under faggot rule. High school now taught the history of the faggot lives, math was still the same, science was how to work ecto guns and it depended on what ghost had taken over the school for the week. Then there was language arts which was just old folk tales that shaped the ghost world.
The popular still ruled the school and the geeks still got slammed into lockers. Life seemed almost normal but the sport of picking on Danny had been long gone. Sam had stopped going to school. She stayed home and wallowed in apathy. Tucker had become in engulfed in his geek world so much that he had held himself up in his room and like sam had not seen the light of day in so long that the days were uncountable.
On the one year anniversary of Danny's death sam tucker and jazz ran into each other at danny's grave. Jazz wore baggy clothing and had a text book under her arm. She had taken her studies into her personal life. She lived to help others like her departed brother. She was not going to become a brain surgeon, but a therapist, even though she had stopped going to hers. They all had.
Sam had on ripped jeans and a tank top with a sweater that hung off her shoulders like she didn't care if it covered her pale white skin. She looked frail, her lips were a cracked pale lavender with small blood red chips. Her hair had lost its shine and was now matted and it scrapped her shoulders. There were small creased on the sides of her lips from frowning and her eyes were blood shot from crying for six months straight.
Tucker had his same old style but he had all these stains on his clothing and smelt like he had not bathed in a week. His glasses had a crack in them that he didn't seam to notice. He hadn't tied his shoes and he stumbled as he walked because he hadn't left his computer desk only to go to the bath room. He had lost weight too. But it seemed that meat had not met his lips in the time that he had not bathed.
They were all distraught and their small patic bodes were even bonier than normal. They lined up next to each other and read Danny's tomb stone. It seemed that they had spent their few hours of day light out at this spot, it had been four months since they had confronted each other before burring them selves in their own worlds of fantasy.
"I miss him." sam finally said.
"We all do sam." tucker said putting his hand on her shoulder.
"I can't believe he's gone." jazz nervously laughed.
"He seemed so invisible and strong." sam sighed.
"But we can't change it. But still it feels like he's still here." tucker looked at his feet and kicked a small pebble at his feet.
"Yea, I could have sworn that someone had been sitting in the chair next to my bed holding my hand. But I was probably just a dream." sam said shoving her hands in her pockets and giving a small chucked.
"I know what you mean, when I have late nights studding it feels like he's going to come in my room and yell at me to stop studding and get some sleep." jazz gave a faint laugh that turned into a deep sigh as a tear fell down her check.
"Yea, I get the feeling if he was here he would have kicked my ass for staying inside glued to my computer." tucker gave a small chucked and stopped on the small pebble that just made a dent in the dirt.
"Maybe cause I am." a green eyed boy said as he hovered over the grave that bared his name. He had his hands crossed his chest as a smug smile filled his face while he looked at the shocked faces of his friends.