A/N: This was going to be a shorter thing in my other story collection but it got long enough so I decided to post it separately. It is based loosely on the episode of South Park where Cartman is ignored by most of his friends, leading him to think he is dead. You don't need to know anything about that to read this though. I thought it would be funny to write with Danny Phantom, and I hope you guys like it!

Tucker and Sam waited at a table at the Nasty Burger for Danny to bring them their food. "What's taking him so long?" Sam asked aloud. Tucker merely shrugged, and soon enough Danny walked over with a tray of food.

"Finally! ...on second thought, I'm going to go use the restroom," Tucker said before running off to do just that.

Danny did a silent fist pump before helping himself to Tucker's fries.

"Danny, I don't think that's a good idea," Sam warned around a mouthful of ultra veggie burger. She thought back to how moody Tucker got the last time he was denied his precious fries.

"Lighten up Sam, he might not even notice this time," Danny assured her. Before long, he had finished every last one of Tucker's fries.

Tucker came back in a hurry, eager to enjoy his Nasty meal. He noticed the empty fries box right away. His empty fries box. "Uh, dude. Where are my fries?"

Sam silently pointed at Danny as she finished her veggie burger.

"What the hell, Danny?! Whatever, I'll just take yours!" Tucker yelled as he sat down.

"No way Tucker, the fries here are the best! Make Danny share!" Sam told him. She reached into her bag, ready to begin eating her fries when she realized she didn't have any either. "Danny, where are my fries?" she asked, a dangerous edge creeping into her voice.

Danny's eyes shifted around nervously. "I may have helped myself to your fries too…" he admitted.

"Unbelievable! You ate both of our fries and that's why it took you so long to bring it over here!" Sam retorted.

"WE ARE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE!" Tucker screamed, drawing glances from all over the restaurant.

"C'mon Tucker, let's go to my place. We can leave Danny here to think about what he has done," Sam said before she and Tucker both stormed right out the door, leaving Danny alone to finish his own burger.

Tucker went back in to collect his burger and then left just as dramatically as the first time.

"I cannot believe Danny just did that to us," Tucker muttered as he walked with Sam to her house.

"I know! As if he didn't have his own fries," Sam agreed, hands curling into fists.

"You know, Danny's been treating us badly lately! He's been ditching us a lot more often and not helping us out as much as he used to when we're all fighting ghosts," Tucker pointed out.

Sam stopped. "You're right… and I have just the idea to get back at him a little bit," she said, a grin spreading across her face.

Danny met up with Sam and Tucker on the way to class as usual, but how they were acting was less than usual. They were having a conversation about watching the Golden Girls last night, and didn't acknowledge Danny approaching them.

"I shouldn't have eaten your fries yesterday, guys. I was up all night between the toilet and keeping Skulker at bay!" Danny began. He got no response or reaction from his friends, so he waved a hand in front of their faces. "Hello? You guys in there?"

Sam and Tucker continued talking about Betty White's presumed immortality, as if they couldn't see or hear him. Danny thought to himself about how strange that was, but his ghost sense went off before he could do much about it. "Well, I'm off to fight this ghost, talk to you guys later I guess…" he awkwardly stated before running off.

Klemper and the Box Ghost had teamed up to make a formidable duo, but eventually Danny beat them back into the Ghost Zone where they belong. He went back to the school and walked into Mr. Lancer's class late again. Today was silent reading day, and everyone was quietly reading To Kill A Mockingbird at their desk. Everyone was so accustomed to Danny being late that nobody looked up to see him come in, not even Mr. Lancer. This only served to unnerve Danny further as he buried his nose in his own copy of the book.

Soon enough, class ended, and Sam and Tucker continued ignoring Danny in the hallway between classes. It was unusual enough for another select group of students to pick up on…

"Hey, you guys notice how those geeks are ignoring Fenturd?" Dash whispered to his circle of friends, gesturing slightly in the direction of the nerds.

"Yeah, it's strange. I thought they were really close. I wonder what that dweeb did to make his friends mad?" Paulina added.

"I have an idea, what if we all ignored him too? We don't like him anyway and it's obviously making him mad!" Kwan suggested. His idea was received positively as everyone in the group nodded.

"Great idea, Kwan! I'll let everyone in my contacts know," Dash responded, and soon all of them were texting their brilliant plan to all the students they knew.

By the time lunch rolled around, every student in the school was ignoring Danny. He almost bumped into Dash in the cafeteria. "Excuse me, Dash… you've been quiet lately. Are you going to give me a wedgie or a swirlie today or was your schedule too full?"

To Danny's surprise, Dash didn't respond at all, and continued on his way. Danny decided to press his luck some more, and walked up to Paulina. "I don't know why I ever had a crush on you. You're as shallow as a kiddie pool," he said right to her face.

Paulina didn't react either. What amusement Danny gained from being able to tell her that faded when he realized nobody had acknowledged his existence at all today. A terrible thought occurred to him.

"Oh man...did eating all those fries kill the other half of me?! Did I really barf all my guts out last night?! AM I REALLY DEAD THIS TIME?!" he yelled, running out the doors and towards his house. Had he went back inside, he would have heard the laughter and confused chatter of his peers.

Danny had slowly made his way back to his house in time to see his parents. He stopped from across the street to watch them from a safe distance. They were carrying a large box outside to put in the dumpster with their other failed inventions.

"So tragic how it had to die… so young, too," Maddie lamented.

"Yeah… and in such a gruesome way, too. I don't know where I would be if my innards just up and quit on me. I wouldn't be able to eat fudge anymore!" Jack agreed as they tossed the box in the dumpster.

"Oh well, at least we have another!" Maddie said, suddenly cheerful. "And we can always make a new one!"

"That we can, Maddie! Let's go get some celebratory ham and look on the bright side of things!" Jack shouted before going back in the house. He was quickly followed by his wife.

Danny couldn't believe what he had just overheard. It confirmed his suspicions that he was fully dead and thus fully ghost now, but he didn't expect his parents to move on so quickly. He began making his way towards his front door, not sure where else to go. To his surprise, Jazz opened the door to greet him before he could open it himself. She was enjoying a shortened schedule since she was a senior, and got off school after only half a day.

"What are you doing home so early, Danny?" she asked, unsure whether to be concerned but trusted that he had a good excuse for missing class.

Danny stood with his mouth agape for a few moments before realizing she had asked him a question. "You...can see me?"

Jazz would have rolled her eyes, but she knew her brother got into some strange adventures sometimes and was prepared to hear a wild story about his day. "Yes, of course I can see you! Why couldn't I?"

Danny hesitated, unsure of the best way to explain his situation. He decided to be blunt. "Jazz, I think I'm dead."

"I know that, Danny. Well, technically only half-dead, however that works…" Jazz began rambling.

Danny shuffled his feet. "No, Jazz. This time it's different. Nobody would talk to me today. It's like they couldn't see or hear me, and you're the first who can! Maybe it's because you're my sister?"

Jazz covered her mouth. "That's horrible! I hope that's not the case! I don't entirely know how this ghost thing works, but shouldn't you be going to heaven or the Ghost Zone or something?"

"I don't know! I've just been stuck here doing what I usually do. Maybe the rules are different since I sort of died before?" Danny pondered.

Jazz thought back to that paper she did on ghost envy. "Well, I studied ghosts and psychology a little bit. Maybe you're stuck here because you still have things to do. What's troubling you, little brother? Maybe we can sort those out so you can rest in peace."

After gathering his thoughts, Danny admitted he had a few things that he wanted to sort out…