DISCLAIMER: I don't own Danny Phantom. Take place in the altermate timeline in "The Ultimate Enemy."
Danny trembled as he stared at the smoking remains of the Nasty Burger, where his family and friends once stood. He had been at a meeting with Mr. Lancer because he had cheated on the C. A. T, against his better judgement. Now, his family and friends: Mom, Dad, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, even Mr. Lancer, were all gone. They were gone. Where they were seconds ago was now a burning heap, and it was all his fault.
That reality shook him the most. It was all his fault. Because he had cheated on a test, six people were dead. The news would brand it as an accident, and that he was the sole survivor. No, he wasn't a survivor; he was a murderer.
He broke down and shook among the debris as he weeped, police cars and ambulances starting to arrive on the scene of what once was the Nasty Burger.
He vaguely heard "We have a survivor!" as he cried, and registered that he was being stared at. He wiped his eyes to find multiple police officers and EMTs crowding around him, crecking to see whether he was actually alive.
"Are you seriously hurt?" One EMT asked.
Danny slowly shook his head as he stood up. "I'm fine…" He blamed it on his ghost powers. He was more durable. That's why he survived. That's why he was barred from seeing his friends and family again until he died.
A chorus of "It's a miracle!" erupted while Danny just stood there, sullenly looking at the ground and threatening to cry again. This was no miracle; it was a tragedy in his eyes, and it was all his fault.
A police officer among the crowd noticed this and came forward after the cheer died down, knowing that Danny was now an orphan. "Do you have any surviving guardians?"
Danny thought about it, and buried his face in his hands. There was only one man he could think of, and although he would normally think of it as preposterous, he was desperate and emotionally fragile right now.
"Vlad Masters."
The police officer looked incredulous. "Your parents knew Vlad Masters?"
Danny cringed as he heard the use of past tense. "Please, just take me there."
The police officer nodded. "Okay, we'll get you a ride. You should go home and pack your things."
Danny solemnly agreed as he walked away from the Nasty Burger, starting to cry again as he saw the police force scouring the remains of the Nasty Burger.
After a while, he arrived at home and wiped his face, opening the door to a home that was now silent. He ascended the stairs to his room, finding a suitcase before he started to pack numerous things: clothes, toiletries, and astronomy books to name a few. He looked at yearbooks sadly as he packed them, knowing that they held multiple pictures of him with his friends.
The faint sound of a horn alerted him to his ride to his archenemy's house, though he doubted that he could call Vlad his archenemy anymore.
He took one last look at his now-empty room (save for his bed, desk, and computer), and quickly went down the stairs to meet his ride. He wiped away a tear as he knew that this would be the last time he would ever step inside Fenton Works.
As he got in the car, the driver offered his condolences, and Danny gratefully accepted them. However good his intentions might have been, though, condolences always hurt him, as they reminded him of the reality that his family and friends were gone. He saw the Amity Park Angle lying in the backseat, and immediately started weeping when he saw that the article was about him and his tragedy.
"Nasty Accidents for Fentons and Friends," read the headline, and the driver immediately apologized, moving to take the newspaper away. Danny, however, stopped him, rubbing his eyes while saying it was fine. He decided to keep it, as it would make telling Vlad about what happened easier.
The drive was long, but doable in a day. The sun was setting by the time the car arrived at Vlad's mansion, and Danny stepped out of the car. The driver reassured him that the ride was free, and left after giving him a final condolence. Danny's eyes had dried up by this point, and he waved goodbye before turning to Vlad's mansion.
Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell while still clutching onto his suitcase. Vlad opened the door, and was immediately surprised by who he saw. "Danny! What a surprise!" He exclaimed jovially.
Danny, however, did not return the greeting, and just showed him the newspaper, looking sullen.
Vlad's countenance immediately changed as he, too, looked sullen, taking a look at the newspaper. At first, he didn't believe it. Six people were dead? However, he knew that Danny wouldn't have come to him if this hadn't happened.
Although he was saddened that Maddie, the love of his life, was dead, he started to smile as he laid a hand on Danny's shoulder.
He still had Danny; his Little Badger.