Author's Note: Well I got this idea from this picture on somebody's profile. It showed Danny sitting at a computer with his face scrunched up in disgust and at the bottom it said Danny found I thought it was pretty funny. This will probably be considered an AU, so take it as you want.

Thoughts are in Italics. With quotation marks " ".

Sam's actions while typing are in non- Italics.

Fanfiction: Chapter 1

Well as you read in the summary this is a story about me, Samantha Manson but if you want to stay on my good side call me Sam But for this story refer to me as Sam Marshall. I have decided to say only my real name not my family's real name. Once you start to read you'll understand the importance of this. But it's not all about me, as I'm sure you're happy to know. Actually the main character would probably be our favorite cartoon halfa Danny Fenton. You see this story is mainly about him. I'm more of a minor character; actually I'm more of a narrator. First things first I really didn't want to write this story, after what I've been through I probably won't ever write again. But I was half pressured into it and half threatened. So here I am about to tell you the story that changed my life forever, and almost ended it. My tale begins as any other normal school day I had just gotten out of school in fact and was on my way home.

Real World: 2:35 p.m.

"Ahh freedom is sweet," I mentally sighed as I walked out of my high school on a Friday afternoon what could be better? As I'm sure most of you know highschool sucks. And my high school was the king of suck. We were the Spring Dale Phantom's, dumb name huh? I used to think so too.

Anyway, the point is Spring Dale was a place where jocks and airheads ruled.

I'm sure you know what I'm talking about the let's call them "privileged kids," got to do whatever they wanted without any consequences. But I'll stop my rambling's, I'm sure you don't want to hear about me ragging on the "privileged kids" anymore than I do.

I strode out into the fresh clean air of late May and took in a deep breath. The air was cool and clean, even though I was standing mere feet from the entrance to SDHS(Spring Dale High School). It really was a great day, the sun was shining the birds were chirping.

The sound of revving engines interrupted the tranquil atmosphere followed by loud boisterous laughter…and the jocks were roaming free; great.

Did you catch the sarcasm back there? Alright, just checking.

I did my best to ignore the steadily increasing noise and headed away from the parking lot. You see I was a sophomore so I had to walk to and from school. It wasn't really that big a deal, but sometimes you just wished you had a car.

Just as I turned the corner one of the overly large pick-up trucks screeched by me and splashed a huge puddle of water from the day's earlier rain into my face.

It was a times like that, that I wished I had a car. I spat a nasty stream of water from my mouth as more water dripped from my soaked clothes. I glared after the pick-up that showed no signs of stopping and sighed, "Yep I officially wouldn't mind having a car right now."

My face was scrunched up in disgust road water does not taste good. Trust me.

You see I wasn't exactly the most popular person at my school. It's not that I was hated or anything I just wasn't in the lime light for anything, unless you counted the occasional poetry contest and stuff like that. But no one really cared about that stuff, except teachers but they didn't really count.

Maybe being a goth had something to do with it.

Now don't get me wrong I did have friends, an awesome group of friends. But I just didn't have people desperately begging to call me an acquaintance. Kind of the same thing with guys, it had taken me fourteen years to get a boyfriend and believe he was a good one that I wasn't letting get away anytime soon. I don't know what I would have done if I didn't know him.

My boots squished with each step that I took and I looked down. My combat boots were completely soaked; I prayed that they weren't ruined. Hey I know they're combat boots but they were special to me. And you don't even want to know how much money they were, believe me.

But thankfully I saw my home rise up to meet me…well home is definitely an understatement. It was more like a giant mansion big enough to fit at least a hundred people but actually only housed my mom, dad, and younger brother by two years.

You see my father is the CEO of a major company; Marshall Corp. He got the company from my great-great-grandfather who came up with the idea to twirl cellophane around deli toothpicks. Yeah, I don't really get it either but it has made us major dinero.

I pulled out my purple spider key chain and unlocked the door, silence greeted me. Of course my family wasn't home, mom and dad worked until about eight-thirty each night and my brother had soccer practice until five.

So it was just me most of the time and being alone in a giant empty house is not fun believe me. I heard loud barking coming towards me from the next room and I couldn't help but grin. Oh and did I forget to mention I had a dog; Diego. He's a miniature pincher really cute and a feisty attitude to rival that of a real Doberman.

I bent down just in time for Diego to leap into my arms, and cover my face with ecstatic licks. "Okay Di, that's enough," I giggled as I set him down. He turned and looked up at me with those big brown eyes of his round and watery.

"Stop with the puppy dog eyes Di," I scolded.

But he continued to stare at me and I knew he had me, "alright we'll go for a walk get your leash." In a flash of black fur he was gone only to return a few moments later his blue leash in tow.

Still giggling I attached it to his collar and walked back out the door. About twenty minutes later we were back and I gave Diego some dinner, he yipped happily at me before digging in. I smiled down at him, it was sad to say but that little dog was probably my best friend. Call me a complete loser but sometimes I swore he could understand me.

Even now if I tell him something he'll actually go and do it…well most of the time anyway.

Finally, now that everything had been taken care of I could get to my passion: writing. I dashed up the stairs and into my room kicking my shoes off along the way. Thankfully because it was so warm out my clothes had dried relatively quickly. Because we all know black absorbs the light, and I had enough black on to make the grim reaper jealous.

When I reached my room I immediately hopped into my typing chair, which wasn't anything special just a four wheeled old gray rolling chair. I then whipped open my Dell inspiron laptop and booted it up.

It dinged a welcome at me before it came to the welcome screen. Without hesitation I clicked on the internet icon and my home page appeared: the world's best fan story website. I admit I was a little obsessed with Fanfiction, especially Danny Phantom Fanfiction's.

And not to mention I had seen every episode of the show and had a link on my laptop to a site where I could watch the episodes whenever I wanted. My friends totally didn't understand my obsession so I kept it mostly to myself.

Now don't get me wrong I was a fan yes but I wasn't a "Phangirl". What I mean is I didn't love Danny with every fiber of my being, I found him an interesting character and that's why he was my favorite. And the fact that he wasn't that bad looking had nothing to do with it.

I hadn't been a member of Fanfiction for long, only since 07-07-07. I wasn't sure if that meant anything or if it was just one of those freaky coincidences but that was really when I joined.

At the time I had only three stories, two of them being one shots, one was about two days in which Tucker couldn't eat meat obviously a comedy. And the other a very short one shot that I planned to make a sequel on was; Vlad finds a portal in the ghost zone leading to the human world. He goes through it and plans to rule the real world.

If only I had seen the signs it's so obvious now but when it was happening. Yeah, not so much.

But my third story had been my pride and joy I only had one chapter done but it had gotten twenty-three reviews. Usually I only got five or ten, so I was very excited as you can imagine.

I clicked the live preview button to read over my story like I always did. Basically it was a fiction with Danny and Vlad as the main characters. Vlad was going to come up with some crazy plot to get Danny as his son. But of course Danny would find a way out of it and Vlad would lose. Short, sweet and to the point. Evil never wins.

Cracking my knuckles I pulled up Microsoft Word and began typing chapter two.

Danny Fenton walked through the halls of Casper High, head down and shoulders slumped. It had been a long night of ghost fighting and he had gotten barely two hours of sleep. And to top it all off he had three tests today; one in English, another in Algebra, and the last in Life Science. All the courses he wasn't very good at. The boy sighed as he opened his locker and tiredly pulled out his history book.

It looked like the day was going to be long and hard. "Well at least there aren't any ghosts," he muttered humorlessly. Just as his ghost sense went off, he growled slamming his locker door shut. Today just wasn't his day.

"Sam," my mother's voice cut into my thoughts.

Causing me to jump in my seat, I sighed. My parents didn't exactly like my writing, actually not like is putting it lightly. How about hate with every fiber of their beings…yeah that's more like it. They liked it when I wrote for school or a contest, but for some reason they couldn't stand it when I wrote online.

Of course I never listened to them and wrote anyway, because it seemed like they never approved of anything I did. They didn't like the way I dressed, they didn't like who I hung out with, they didn't accept who I was. So I figured one more thing added to the list wouldn't hurt.

"Yeah mom," I shouted back, praying that she wouldn't come into my room.

"Honey can you come down here there's someone I want you to meet."

Rolling my eyes I minimized word and slumped downstairs. I saw my mother standing at the bottom of the steps still dressed in her work clothes. What she did I'm still not entirely sure, but all I know is she worked for a big company that specialized in about every industry known to man; ranging from baby products to weapons of mass destruction. When I reached her side she grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.

"Sam this is Mr. Bryant, he's my new boss," my mother said. Her tone nearly screaming, 'please be polite if you want me to keep my job!'

I obliged just because I was well behaved like that. I looked over to Mr. Bryant and nearly gasped, the man was around six feet tall with short gray/white hair and a matching goatee; he looked to be around forty years old. His pale blue eyes bored into my violet ones causing me to shiver. This guy looked like an exact replica of Vlad Masters with short cropped hair!

You can call me hopelessly paranoid but I swore I saw his eyes flash red for a moment. "Uh…uh, hi" I squeaked still a little freaked out by his appearance.

As I'm sure any Danny Phantom watcher would be.

He chuckled and held out his hand, "a pleasure to meet you Samantha," he said in a voice just like Vlad's.

I was pretty sure my eye twitched at hearing my full name, not exactly the best way to get on my good side. Nowadays if anyone so much as calls me Samath-, I pretty much punch their face in.

"Likewise but call me Sam," I countered. Grabbing his hand as tightly as possible.

"I think not," he said in a high class tone not seeming fazed at all by my death grip. "Samantha is proper and a wonderful name for a young lady."

As you can guess this guy had officially gotten on my last nerve, it was insane to even think but he reminded so much of Vlad it was scary. Thinking back on it now I probably should have trusted my instincts and punched the guy out, but back then I wasn't as…aggressive as I am now.

My mom slipped in between us, blocking Mr. Bryant from my suspicious and angry glare. "Uh so I'm going to start dinner," she said quickly before rushing out of the room.

With one last glare at Bryant I followed her whispering rapidly in her ear. "Wait mom, he's not eating dinner with us is he?"

Mom looked down at me while simultaneously pulling out pots and pans, "of course honey that's what I just said."

I stared at her eyes wide; suddenly Mr. Bryant seemed to appear at my elbow dark and ominous. "Samantha you wouldn't mind giving me a tour of your lovely home would you?"

I glared up at him, about to tell him to shove it where the sun don't shine, but my mom intervened. "That's a great idea Vlad, Sam you can start with the basement."

If it was even possible for my eyes to go any wider they would have. "Your…your name's Vlad," I said in a high pitched voice.

Mr. Bryant smiled calmly, "yes, why?"

I swallowed nervously doing my best to hide my rising paranoia, "there's just no way. Vlad Masters isn't real, he's just some stupid cartoon character. So why am I freaking out? If he doesn't exist why am I suspecting some guy of being an evil cartoon villain? Yeah sure he's a little creepy but evil…no way. And what would I say to him even if he was, 'uh hey you wouldn't happen to be a half ghost named Vlad Plasmius would you?' Yeah that'd go over real well, if my parents didn't ground me forever, he'd send me to the funny farm!" I did my best to convince myself but a small part of me just wouldn't agree, if only I had listened to it. Then maybe I could have avoided everything that happened.

"Uh, I was just surprised because Vlad isn't a very common name you know," I said quickly my face flushing red. Okay so I wasn't a very good liar, but at least I tried.

"You are right my dear," Mr. Bryant agreed. "In fact I believe I only know one other Vlad, but he's not from around here."

"Where is he from?" I questioned in hopes of gleaning as much information from him as possible. I thought that maybe if he was Vlad Masters then he might reveal some of his secret plot, I know a little silly but I was naïve.

"Oh, out of town you could say." And for some reason he chuckled at this that calm smile never leaving his face.

And if you think he wasn't creepy enough, that laugh definitely did it, it practically sent chills up my spine. After a few moments Mr. Bryant stopped chuckling and glanced down at me, "well Samantha why don't we start that tour?"

I really didn't want to spend anymore time with the creepy man but after a glare from my mother I saw I had no choice. "Yeah, sure um this way," I scurried out of the room wishing I could be anywhere else but here at the moment. Heck I'd even have taken Saturday school over this situation. "Great spending time with a creepy old guy who reminds me of Danny's arch enemy, life is wonderful."

Amity Park 2:26 p.m.

Danny Fenton yawned widely as he sat in English, last night had been long. He'd had to fight Skulker who just so happened to have a new battle suit that was even deadlier than it was before, and Danny had the bruises to prove it. After jamming the crazed hunter ghost in the Fenton thermos, Danny had run into the Lunch Lady. It hadn't taken long to catch her but not five minutes after he did he ran into Johnny thirteen and chased him around until six o'clock in the morning.

Thankfully the young half ghost's parents had been convinced by Jazz that he was studying at Tucker's house and would be back later that night. It was at times like that Danny would admit it wasn't horrible to have an older sister. He wouldn't ever say it to her face but he'd admit to himself. Danny's tired eyes closed and he dropped his head quietly onto his desk, after a moment he was snoring quietly.

Mr. Lancer stood over his snoring student and shook his head, the bell signaling the end of class had rung about seven minutes ago and Danny had yet to wake up. Sighing he tapped the boy on the head causing him to snort loudly as he woke.

"Mr. Lancer?" Danny questioned fuzzily, "what are you doing in my bedroom?"

The balding teacher sighed once more, "Mr. Fenton you're at school and my class ended eight and a half minutes ago."

Danny's bloodshot eyes widened and he leapt from his seat but Lancer's commanding voice caused him to sit back down. "Danny," Mr. Lancer started his voice quiet. "What is wrong with you?" Before the teenager could defend himself Mr. Lancer continued. "Your grades have been slipping, you always look tired, and you look like you haven't slept in days. What's going on? Are you alright?"

Danny was surprised that Mr. Lancer, grouchy old Mr. Lancer, was asking if he was okay. He was so surprised he didn't realize he was just sitting there staring open mouthed at his teacher. "Mr. Fenton are you going to answer me?" Lancer questioned sharply.

Danny shook himself and cleared his throat, "nothing's wrong Mr. Lancer." He denied trying his best to sound convincing, "I just didn't get enough sleep last night."

Mr. Lancer eyed his student not buying his excuse for a second but before he could say anything the bell rang signaling the end of school. Danny jumped out of his seat and dashed out the door calling a quick good-bye to his teacher. The dark haired teenager slowed to a walk once he was safely outside of the school, he breathed a sigh of relief "man that was close. For a minute I thought Lancer would figure something out."

"Hey Danny," a voice shouted causing the boy to yank his head up. Tucker was standing in front of him, P.D.A in hand, "whoa dude you look awful ghost problems?"

Danny yawned, "Thanks Tuck that makes me feel so much better and yeah I was up half the night chasing Johnny thirteen around." He yawned once more, holding onto his backpack straps tiredly.

"Glad I could help," Tuck said sarcastically before grabbing Danny by the arm and dragging him away.

"Uh, Tuck where are we going?"

"To the Nasty Burger," the techno geek answered immediately a determined expression on his face.

"And why are you dragging me there?"

"Because," Tuck said. "I haven't eaten meat in two days and I think I'm having withdrawals."

Danny raised an eyebrow at this but before he could ask a blue mist escaped his mouth causing him to groan. "Tuck do you have the Fenton Thermos?"

"Right here," he said holding up the cylindrical device. Danny nodded before dashing into an alley, "Goin' ghost!" He shouted as two bright rings appeared at his midsection each going in separate directions changing him from Danny Fenton into Danny Phantom.

The white haired, green eyed teenager leapt into the air a fierce glare on his face. Today was not the day to mess with him. Danny burst through the air ready to beat, whoever was ruining his free time, to a pulp. His ghost sense went off one more time telling him that he had found his free time ruin-er. Danny's eyes widened when he saw who it was; "will you be my friend!" Klemper shouted throwing himself onto Danny and hugging him tightly.

"Ugh Klemper," Phantom shouted his annoyance at an all time high. "Get off me!" He pushed the pajama clad ghost off him tired of having to deal with the annoying ghosts. "I. Will. Not. Be. Your. Friend! I never wanted to be your friend! And the chances of me being your friend are never gonna happen! And if you ask me one more time I swear you'll regret it!"

Klemper stared at Danny, his bottom lip trembling, "you won't be my friend?" He questioned his voice thick with unshed tears.

"No," Danny shouted his eyes glowing a brighter shade of green than usual. Before the situation could get anymore awkward Tucker intervened sucking the, now in tears, Klemper into the thermos. He stared up at the enraged ghost boy and eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Uh, issues much?" he asked once he had transformed back into Fenton.

Danny shook his head his tiredness returning, "I don't know Tuck. These past few weeks I've been really busy, and with all these stupid ghost attacks I can't get any sleep."

Tucker gave him a sympathetic smile handing him the thermos, "that's okay dude. Who knows maybe you won't run into anymore ghosts and you can have a relaxing weekend." Danny smiled weakly at him as they set off for the Nasty Burger once more.

Once they arrived Danny headed towards the back, while Tucker ran up to the cashier and started ordering every meat product on the menu. Danny put his head in his hands; he didn't even think it was possible for someone to be so tired. Just as he was starting to doze off Tuck appeared at the table and slammed his tray of food down with much more force than needed.

Tucker's tray was filled to the top with every meat item on the menu and he was grinning manically. He handed the young half ghost a much smaller tray, with a Nasty Burger and fries. Danny watched in disgust as Tucker gorged himself with bite after bite of food. "Suddenly I don't feel so hungry," Danny thought his stomach churning.

After several minutes of disgusting chomping sounds Danny took a hesitant bite of his food Tuck sat back holding his bulging stomach. "Aww," he sighed. "Sweet glorious meat, how could I live without you?"

Danny grimaced looking at Tucker's empty plate, "Tuck no offence but that's kind of gross even for you."

Tucker waved his hand through the air, "don't worry dude its cool."

"Why couldn't you eat meat for two days anyway?" Danny couldn't help but ask as he finished his burger.

Tuck shrugged, "some tradition in my family where you're not allowed to eat any animal products for two days. And believe me Danny it was pure torture."

Danny chuckled as he finished off the rest of his fries; the two teens stood up and dumped their empty trays before walking out of the restaurant.

"Hey cheer up Danny," Tuck said. "It's Friday, there aren't any ghost…yet and we're going to the mall."

"Yeah the key word there was yet," Danny pointed out sourly.

"Chill dude when have I ever been right?" Tucker pointed out walking a few feet in front of Danny. Just as Danny was about to reply screams of terror could be heard followed by a loud villainous laugh.

"And that's why I pointed out the yet," Danny clarified sighing once more. It looked like he wasn't going to have a fun filled afternoon after all.

Real World 6:37 p.m.

"So Sam how was your day?" My father questioned as my family plus Mr. Bryant (insert shiver and grimace here) sat around the dinner table that night. Of course the creepy man, who I eventually found out happened to not be married, had sat next to me. I am still a firm believer that my luck sucks, it did then and it still does now.

"It was alright," I mumbled. Poking curiously at my…I think it was broccoli casserole? Sure didn't look or smell like it. You see I'm an Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian, which means I don't eat anything with a face on it. So that means no meat and it also means I am pretty skinny, what can I say it is a curse.

"Just alright?" Dad persisted, doing his impression that he had down to a T, of a prying father. I appreciate his ability now, but then it was beyond annoying.

"Yeah, Dad just alright." I shot back resisting the urge to say what I really felt. It was along the lines of, "actually my day was going great until I had to spend three hours talking to a guy who reminds of my favorite cartoon character's arch enemy. And now he is currently sitting next to me and I feel like he's watching my every move!"

I still wonder what he would have done if I actually said that to him. I'm convinced that it would have been hysterical.

"Now honey there's no need to get angry," Mom scolded scooping some of the "broccoli" onto my brother's plate. He made a disgusted face at me and I nodded in understanding. I was fourteen and he was twelve but we were still pretty close, we still got on each others nerves mind you, but all in all we liked each other.

"Really, well I beg to differ," I mentally grumbled. Taking a hesitant bite of mash potatoes, my Mom wasn't a very good cook…actually she still isn't a good cook. But when this happened she was much worse, Diego wouldn't even eat some of the stuff she cooked.

I cleared my throat in hopes of pushing the conversation away from me, "so ah Mr. Bryant you said you just moved here."

The man, who had in fact been staring contemplatively at me (ha told you!), cleared his throat. "Why yes I did, I've only been here for a few months in fact."

"Where did you move from if you don't mind me asking," Dad said.

Mr. Bryant seemed to brighten for some reason, "a small town in Wisconsin." Here I hissed in a breath, but unfortunately I had a piece of bread in my mouth and I started to cough and choke as it was sucked into my throat.

Concerned my Dad started to pat me on the back asking if I was alright. I wanted to tell him yes, but after what I'd just heard I couldn't. After a few minutes I managed to swallow the chunk of bread that had been lodged in my throat, and took a swig of water.

"Cough-cough-I'm fine-cough- Dad-just a piece of-cough-roll." I took a shuddering breath rubbing my sore throat. Believe me that I had hurt, like really bad.

"Are you sure dear girl," Mr. Bryant asked.

"Yeah," I rasped taking another drink of water. I looked up noticing everyone was staring at me and my face turned red. "Uh…please continue," I said addressing Bryant.

"Ah yes," the man said clearing his throat. "As I was saying I came from Wisconsin, but it was a small town and I wanted to see a different setting."

"So you came to a small town in Illinois?" I wanted to point this out, but held it back. We did live in a small town, but it was only about a ten minute drive to a city, so I could understand why he'd move here.

"What did you do?" I questioned trying my best to sound innocent. And if my tone wasn't working, I made my face look as innocent as possible.

He smiled calmly at me his eyes glinting, if I hadn't known any better I would have sworn he knew what I was thinking. "I owned my own business, actually a corporation."

I waited patiently for him to elaborate, knowing that if he said Masters Corp. I'd freak out. But the man didn't say anymore and turned towards my brother as he asked curiously, "Are you rich?" Mr. Bryant roared with laughter.

"Jacob," Mom said her face flushing as well. "That's not polite."

Mr. Bryant held up a hand, "do not worry Amy it is perfectly alright." I twitched at hearing my mother's real name, for some reason it felt really weird to hear a stranger use it. "Well Jacob to answer your question, yes I am rather wealthy. You might even say a billionaire."

"Cool," my brother whispered excitedly. I so wanted to smack him outside of the head, it wasn't like he'd never seen an episode of Danny Phantom. He actually liked it more than me, so you'd think he'd notice the similarities between Mr. Bryant and Vlad Masters. But no! He just sat there grinning like an idiot possibly, at his favorite television hero's arch enemy.

Was I the only observant person in my family?

I didn't realize I had been scowling down at my plate until Bryant spoke my name, (actual my full name). I snapped out of my glare and looked up, "yes Mr. Bryant?" I said sweetly although I was fuming inside.

"What do you like to do in your spare time, do you play any sports?"

The question took me by surprise; I really didn't do anything except write. But I didn't like to tell people about it; I didn't know why but it was kind of embarrassing. "I…uh don't really do anything."

"Except write," Jacob interrupted.

I glared furiously at him, couldn't he just keep his big mouth shut for once!

"Oh really," Mr. Bryant said looking intrigued.

Before I could deny it my Dad spoke sounding proud. "Yes, Sam here won the state poetry contest three years running." And here we go.

"Really," Mr. Bryant said one eyebrow raised. I didn't know why but there was something sinister about the way he did it.

"Yes she even got her picture in the paper," Mom informed pride also evident in her voice.

I wanted to cover my face with my hands but pushed the feelings away. My parents always used to do that and embarrassed didn't even come close to describe how it made me feel. You could say pride wasn't my deadly sin…maybe unrelenting sarcasm. You know if that was a sin.

"Well Samantha it seems that you have a special talent," Mr. Bryant praised me a calm smile still on his face.

I didn't like the way he was looking at me it was kind of dark and sinister, so I turned to my mom. "Can I be excused I'm not feeling so good," I said holding my stomach.

She looked at me uncertainly before saying I could. I was out of there in a blink of an eye running up the steps and back into my room. Once inside I slammed the door and put my back against it my breathing coming in quick pants.

I couldn't believe what I'd just witnessed it had to be some sort of mistake. "There's just no way, there has to be a logical explanation for all of this; other than the fact that, that's actually Vlad Masters down there." I desperately tried to convince myself.

Shaking, I sat down on the edge of my bed, going over the points in my head.

He's around forty years old, with white hair and matching goatee.

He's a billionaire who just happens to call me and my brother by our first names.

He moved from Wisconsin. His name's Vlad.

And he's really creepy!

"But does that really mean anything?" I couldn't help but think, yeah he had those things in common with an evil cartoon character but that's just it. Vlad Masters wasn't real, and even if he was why would he be at my house? It's not like I was the only who knew that he was a half ghost.

"This is stupid," I said out loud. Hey admit it, you talk to yourself sometimes don't deny it.

"Danny Phantom is just a cartoon, cartoons aren't real they're made up. Therefore Mr. Bryant can't be Plasmius." I nodded burning that sentence into my brain. If I wanted to stay sane I needed to remember that.

I was going to go back downstairs but something held me back, instead of getting up I reached for the remote and flipped on the television. A new Danny Phantom came on tonight, grinning I put it on the correct channel and sat back. Just because I felt officially freaked out, didn't mean I'd miss Danny Phantom. That's just crazy talk.

Authors Note: And there's the first chapter of what should become an interesting story. Believe me there will be many twists and turns in this tale but hopefully you'll enjoy it. Please tell me it everyone was in character it is very important to me. I can only hope that those of you who read this liked it, and return for the second chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.