So... I had a dream about this show, and I decided to turn it into a fanfic. It might be kind of dumb. If you think it is, I am sorry. Danny is kind of a jerk in here, but I will explain why in later possible chapters. Two of my OCs will make a brief appearance in chapter four. (If I make it that far.) I do not own DP or its characters. On with the story!
Sam woke up bright and early, with the sun shining in her face. She grumbled and rolled over. She tried for nearly an hour to get back to sleep, but just couldn't. She shot straight up, and stiffened. She had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. She didn't know what, where, or when, but she knew it would be something bad.
The Goth threw the cover off herself, and got out of bed. She grabbed her usual attire, got dressed, and headed downstairs. The mansion was quiet. Her parents were out of town, as well as her grandmother. That was usual. But the weird part was; even the butler was gone.
"Something isn't right." She whispered to herself. Sam had the feeling that she was being watched. No, not watched. Stalked. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder. "Is someone there?" She asked. There was no reply. "This is starting to creep me out…" Sam grabbed her school bag, and grabbed a celery stick from the fridge. She felt something on her neck. A cold breeze gently blew throughout her home.
The young teen glanced around. As far as she could tell, all of the windows were shut. "D-Danny? I-Is that you?" Again, there was no reply. Sam began to shake slightly. Not from the cold breeze, but from fear. The Goth didn't normally get scared of much, but today was another story. "D-Danny, if that's you, p-p-please stop. You're scaring me." A window flew open, and smashed against the wall. Sam screamed, and ran through the door of her parents' mansion.
Danny jumped out of bed. He ran into his bathroom, and checked his reflection. His human half looked okay, but what about his ghost half? He phased into Phantom, and checked himself over. His reflections were normal. He breathed a sigh of relief as he phased back. Even though he looked normal, he felt off. Like something bad was going to happen. Not just to him, but Sam and Tucker as well. "Something's wrong." He muttered. He ran back into his room, and looked around. Everything seemed normal, but he couldn't shake the weird feeling he had. "Is someone there?" He asked. The window opened. "Skulker, if that's you leave now, or I'm going to kill you. Again."
His window, and his bedroom door slammed shut. Danny jumped slightly, then phased through his floor. "Mom, dad?" He called. There was no answer. "Jazz?" He looked around the living room, then the kitchen. There was no one there. He glared at a piece of toast. "This is all your fault, isn't it?" The piece of toast flew from its spot on the table, and towards Danny's face. "AHH!" He ducked just in time for it to fly over his head, and into the wall. "This is why I hate toast." He said to himself.
He turned to look at the wall where the toast had hit. Oddly enough, the toast was gone. "What the heck is going on?" His ghost sense didn't go off, so that clearly wasn't the case. But if it wasn't a ghost, what was it? The piece of toast reappeared. "AHH!" Danny yelled, and ran to the door. He grabbed his back pack and raced out the door, with the toast floating behind him.
Tucker rubbed his eyes, and checked his PDA for the millionth time since last night. "This can't be right. It's against the laws of physics! And the laws of nature!" He shook his head, and went to get dressed. "This isn't possible. It has to be wrong." He sighed, and hung his head. "But… it's never been wrong before…" Tucker's eyes widened. "Oh my god! It's never been wrong before!" He grabbed his backpack, and ran out the door.
Sam stood on the steps of Casper High. The cold November air gave her chills, as she tried to keep warm. "Hey Sam." Sam jumped, and turned to see Danny. She looked around, her eyes shifting from left to right every few seconds. "Oh… uh… hi D-Danny…" She felt a breeze on her shoulder, and screamed. She jumped, and grabbed onto Danny. "Whoa, Sammy. Are you okay?" Danny asked her.
She looked up. "T-That depends. W-Were you at m-my house this morning?" Danny shook his head. "No, why?" Sam let go of Danny, and began hugging herself. "S-Something is wrong. I-I felt something on my neck. I t-thought you were trying to scare me, s-so I asked if you were there. Then the window in the k-kitchen opened and s-smashed. S-Something isn't right." She said, her voice was shaky.
"So I'm not the only one. This morning my door slammed shut, and a piece of toast started chasing me." Sam stopped hugging herself, and stared at him. "Toast was chasing you?" Danny nodded. "I told you toast is evil." Sam smiled slightly, but frowned when she heard Tuck yelling. "What is it now, Tuck?" Danny asked their techno-geek friend, as he caught up with them. "It's terrible! I-and then-but it was-then I- but it still-look!" Tucker shoved his PDA in Danny's face. Danny grabbed it, and glared at Tucker.
"What are you talking about?" Danny glanced at the PDA, and his eyes widened. "What does that even mean? I'm not here?"
Tucker struggled to catch his breath. "I-I don't know! It's never wrong! Never! According to my PDA, Danny Phantom is unable to be located anywhere in this state!" Sam grabbed the PDA from Danny. "Is it because he's not Phantom right now?" Tucker shook his head. "No! It should be able to locate your ecto-signature, but there is no record of it in my PDA. According to it, Danny Phantom doesn't exist!"
Danny and Sam exchanged glances, before glaring at Tucker. "You aren't going to believe a stupid computer over your best friend, who by the way is Danny Phantom, are you?" Sam asked with her right hand on her hip. Tucker shrugged, and grabbed his PDA. "Sorry guys, but my PDA is never wrong. Bye." Danny and Sam watched as Tucker disappeared into the school.
"I have a bad feeling about all of this…" Danny muttered.
"So anyone who wishes to go on this trip must have their parents sign a permission slip, and return it to me by the end of the week." Mr. Lancer said. "Um, Mr. Lancer, why are we going to Canada?" Danny asked the balding man. Mr. Lancer sighed. "Whistler is the only place the school could book for a month. Would you rather go to New York City?" Paulina raised her hand. "Miss Sanchez, I was being sarcastic."
Paulina shook her head. "No, I was going to ask why anyone would want to go to New York instead of skiing. I love it. I've been going skiing since I was five." The Latina replied. Everyone stared at her. "Did the shallow puddle of a human just say she would rather go into the mountains, than shopping in New York City?" Sam asked. Danny kicked her in the knee. "Sam, be nice." Sam glared at him. "If you ever kick me again, or tell me to be nice to a shallow puddle, I will break your arm."
Danny gulped. "Understood." Paulina glared at Sam. "I'm not shallow!" The Latina yelled. Sam rolled her eyes. "Please. If you were in liquid form, I could step in a literal puddle of you and not get my boots wet." The entire class, except Danny, started laughing at the Goth's comment, even the popular kids. Paulina frowned as her face grew red with anger and embarrassment. "You really shouldn't scowl like that. You could get wrinkles or frown lines. Oh wait, that's right. I don't care." Sam smirked.
This time, even Danny started laughing. "Shut up Goth Freak!" Paulina yelled. Sam snickered. "Wow. Even after ten years of trying to insult me, that's the best you can do? You could give me some credit. Could you at least call me; Ghost Lover, Tree Hugger, Shallow Puddle Hater, or Sam The Crimson Demon?" The Goth crossed her arms, and gave a cocky smirk. The class erupted in laughter.
"Paulina just got schooled by Fenton's girlfriend!" Dash choked out between his laughter.
"She isn't my girlfriend! Why can't you get that through your thick skull?" Danny yelled. The smirk on her face was replaced by a frown. Sam didn't want to admit it, but it hurt when she heard him say that. "Yeah, what he said." She mumbled. "You okay, Sam?" Danny asked. The Goth ignored him. Mr. Lancer was staring at the class. He was trying to hold back a laugh, but so far it wasn't helping. "So, who wants a permission slip?" Everyone, except Star, Valarie, and the nerds, raised their hands. Mr. Lancer handed out the slips as the bell rang. "Remember to hand them in by the end of the week. The plane leaves at eight am Monday morning. Class is dismissed."
The horde of students piled through the small classroom door.
Danny and Sam continued to sit at their desks. There's something wrong with him. Sam thought. The Goth glanced at Danny a few times, but would turn away when she noticed him looking at her. She glanced at his desk again, but he was no longer there. She jumped when she heard fists slam on her desk. She looked up. "Sam, what's wrong?" He asked her. She glared at him. "You kicked me in the knee! I think I have a reason to be upset! You aren't the Danny I know!" She replied as she crossed her arms.
"Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kick you. It was a stupid reflex!" Sam didn't move. "Then why did you tell me to be nice after you kicked me?" Danny scratched his head. "I don't know. I'm me! You can't expect me to be smart all of the time! Why do you expect so much from me?" He yelled in her face. Sam stood from her seat, and leaned toward Danny. She rested her forehead on his, and glared at him. "Don't yell at me. Ever again."
Danny glared back. "I will do whatever I please." "Like I said, you aren't the Danny I know!" Sam's eyes began to water, causing Danny to back away. "Sam, I am sincerely sorry. I just don't feel like myself today. Please forgive me?" Sam wiped her eyes, and crossed her arms. She looked into his crystal blue eyes, searching for any hint that he may be lying. All she found was confusion and hurt. "Okay." She sighed. Danny smiled, and hugged her. He let go of the Goth, and grabbed her hand. "Do you wanna go to that vegetarian restaurant you like? I'll buy." Sam put her fake smile back on. "Sure."
In her mind, she knew something was wrong. She just had to stay on his good side until she figured out what that 'something' was.