A/N hi everyone! I'm back with another DP fanfic that actually isn't a oneshot XD this is actually a collab with another writer who I'm good friends with, her name's UnchartedConstellations, and she's really good, y'all should go check her out. Basically if you're looking for some AU action than this is the story for that, it'll have like-all the AU's. At least the most popular ones at least lol XD this was literally just something we were joking about and we decided that it was so hilarious it needed to be written down soooooo ummmm disclaimer thingie even though it's really not needed: *ahem* neither I nor U.C. Own DP in any shape or form. The only things we own in this are our OC's, Luna (mine) and Rocket (Hers). Sooo without further delay: here is Luna Fucks Up: the Story, or as FF prefers it be called: Luna Screws Up! (P.S. Sorry the first chapter is so long, the ones following it will hopefully be shorter :3)
Luna Raegn Midnight floated lazily through the aisles of the Ghost Zone's most famous library, humming some tune from her past life that she was surprised she remembered. She stopped briefly, absentmindedly re stocking books back on their correct shelves (and grabbing a book that looked interesting to her as well) before continuing on her way down the aisle.
She continued like that for a couple minutes before putting the last book away. Honestly the task would have been finished a lot sooner, but the book she had picked up hadn't disappointed her. She passed a couple ghosts with her story in hand as she made her way back to the front desk. Her mentor was working at it and...well, honestly he was more engrossed in writing than actually doing his job as a librarian. Not that Luna expected him to be any other way as his name was Ghost Writer.
As soon as the librarian-in-training came into sensing range her mentor shot his head up, his bespeckled green eyes lightening up when he saw her.
"Luna!" He called, turning away from his keyboard. The man only used it if he was writing a major story, and he had been working on this particular one for a couple weeks now. He refused to give Luna any details on it and she was really looking foreword to reading it.
"I have an assignment for you!" He chirped.
Luna brushed her aqua hair out of her universe-like eyes and hopped up onto the counter, swinging her legs over the top so she was facing the older ghost, her leather jacket squeaking on the marble top as she turned.
Luna, despite her love (it was really an obsession but she refused to call it that) of books and somewhat timid personality, looked as if she belonged anywhere except the library in which she worked. Some who didn't know the ghost would say she was punk rock, which honestly would have sent the people, or ghosts for that matter, that did know her shaking on the ground in fits of laughter.
The ghost sported a pitch black leather jacket that was slightly too big for her petite and slightly underweight sixteen year old body over an indigo top that showed off her midriff. She wore high waisted light washed skinny jeans, and black lace up combat boots that came up to just below her knees. She wore a choker necklace made of navy blue satin that held a four pointed star shaped diamond that glimmered in the light.
Her wavy aqua hair was pulled into a signature braid that draped down her left shoulder and ended at the bottom of her rib cage. Any bangs that were too short to be put into the braid stuck out in random directions, floating free in the atmosphere. Her almost paper white skin had very faint freckles that dotted her cheeks and small petite nose.
The most amazing feature about her though we're her eyes, which, for a lack of better words, looked like empty eye sockets that held an endless violet tinted universe within them, with one bigger star in each eye that represented her pupil (much to the relief of the ghosts she talked to as they showed where exactly she was looking)
"What you need, GW?" Luna asked, setting her book down and giving her mentor her full attention.
The grey skinned ghost stood up and floated over to the other end of the counter, his purple trench coat swaying as he did so.
"I need you to go Clockwork and have him send you into the past, 1950's to be exact," he began, rummaging through random stacks of paper. "I need you to bring me some information about the culture. Like the slang, clothes, buildings, products being sold, big news going on at the time, and other things." He stated, picking up an old beat up notepad with millions of scribbles on it.
"Write down in excruciating detail what you learn, not only will it help me, but it'll help you and your writing skills as well." He explained as he handed over the notepad to the aqua haired ghost who put it, as well as a pen, in the pocket of her jacket.
"No problem! I won't let you down." Luna said with a smile. She floated off of the countertop and made her way towards the double doors leading her to the rest of the ghost zone, her feet molding into an aqua colored ghostly tail.
"I'll be back in a couple hours!" She called, then paused for a moment before adding, "or minutes! Or maybe days, you never know with Clockwork!"
She heard a chuckle from the counter as Ghost Writer bid his final farewell to her until further notice.
"See if you can get your hands on one of those newspapers for me! It'll help out greatly!"
Luna gave a thumbs up before darting out the doors and into the green vastness of the ghost zone, heading in the direction of Clockwork's tower. She flew for about five minutes, before running into Holland Rocket, or as she preferred to be known as, Rocket. She was the owner of a small trinket shop as well as the mail ghost of the ghost zone.
The ghost had candy red hair cut in a messy bob (that Luna may or may not have been at fault for...) that seemed to have the properties of fire, as it practically defied gravity as some wild strands waved around in the atmosphere. She had brilliant gold eyes that could send chills down anyone's back when used to glare with (which was quite impressive considering that a lot of ghosts are naturally cold)
Despite the fact that she had died in the 80's, Rocket had a somewhat 'steam punk' theme going for her.
She wore a white under shirt with a rusty orange ripped top over it. On top of that she wore a tan-brown army jacket, and she had a black fishnet glove on her left hand. She sported black leather pants with matching combat boots, and had a pair of typical steampunk glasses hanging around her neck.
"Hey girl, finally outta that library I see." The mail ghost smirked, shifting in the air to put her hand on her hip.
Luna rolled her eyes in amusement and annoyance simultaneously and slowly came to a stop beside her friend.
"I don't spend all of my time in there you idiot...just most of my time!"
Rocket laughed and glided over to the aqua haired ghost, knocking her upside the head.
"So what are you doin out and about?" The red head asked, inspecting a ring on her finger.
Luna shrugged and flipped around onto her back and putting her hands over her head floating in place.
"I'm doing an assignment for GW." She explained, "He's writing a new story that apparently takes place in the fifties, and needs me to collect information of the culture during that time."
Rocket tilted her head to the side, as if thinking, before she smirked and said,
"I'm honestly surprised that he doesn't have an entire section of his library completely dedicated to the fifties. That library is big enough to have an entire section dedicated completely to dust." She joked, before pausing and adding, "and it as plenty of that too, no offense..."
Luna chuckled and fiddled with her braid absentmindedly as she stretched.
"None taken, libraries and dust are practically a package deal...and being a ghostly library doesn't really help much either." She added.
The galaxy eyed girl was silent in thought for a moment, before turning to face Rocket, who was folding a piece of paper (a letter probably) into a paper airplane.
"And we technically do have a section for the fifties." She explained, "Besides just organizing the books by genre, we also organize them by date published in the living world, so if you really wanted a good book exclusively about the fifties and it's culture, you'd just have to go to the non fiction area and go back to the fifties publishing dates."
Rocket blinked her golden eyes in disbelief.
"Well then why is Ghost Writer sending you out to get all that shit when he has perfectly good references to go by in his very own library?" She chastised.
Luna shrugged, and sat back up, her legs reforming from the ghostly tail as she crossed them in mid air.
"GW says it's better to get live evidence yourself. Sure the books give details about it, but he wants to know what it's like to actually be there. He used to do it himself before he took me in, but he couldn't exactly go for long and the trips were always stressful because he didn't have anyone to guard or run the library." She rambled, "But now I'm here, and since I'm not quite at the right power level to run the library alone, yet alone guard it, I go do that for him."
Rocket poker faced for a moment, before shrugging.
"Whatever, GW's always been weird to me. Well I gotta go make some mail runs, catch you later?"
Luna smiled and nodded, reforming her ghostly tail and flying away. She made it about thirty feet before Rocket quickly sped up to her with a screech of "wait!"
The younger ghost stopped as the red head appeared by her side again.
"I almost forgot! There's this herb I need for my shop that I've run out of. It's called 'Floro de Fajro'." The mail ghost explained, giving herself an, obviously fake, Spanish accent when she said the name. "And, ironically, the fifties is the time it was created, as well as wiped out of existence. That's why you probably don't hear about it. I only need one, could you pretty please do that for meeee?"
Luna glared at her, but the girl was never one to turn down a favor. It wasn't like the older ghost was gonna take no for an answer anyway...Rocket, seeing the response in the other girls eyes, smiled, and dug into her pockets, pulling out a gold key about the length of her hand.
"This is the key to my shop, I'll be gone for a day at the most so, just let yourself in and set it and the flower in the back." She stated, giving the key to Luna. "
The girl quickly nodded and shoved it into the same pocket she held the notepad and pen in, before mock saluting to Rocket.
"I shall do my best, sir!" She barked, giving the best impression of an army solider she could.
Rocket smirked and saluted as well, before darting off with a couple last words:
"By the way! Be careful with that flower when you get it! There's a reason the call it 'flower of fire' in Esperanto!" She warned, her voice getting quieter and quieter with every second she flew.
Luna stared after the red head, before shaking her head and speeding off to Clockwork's which was just visible on the horizon-well, the Ghost Zone's version of a horizon, that is.
She glided up to the giant doors to his tower seven minutes later, and reached her hand up to knock-only for it to open up on its own before she could even make contact with it. Luna shrugged, and headed on in, flying straight towards Clockworks 'viewing room'.
She rounded the corner, only to be met with voices. Slightly confused, she entered into the room, and looked over to Clockwork, who was in a deep discussion with another ghost.
The ghost talking to the time master was obviously male. He had hair that would put snow to shame, and toxic green eyes that illuminated whatever he cast his gaze on in the same hue. He had pale skin, and, weirdly enough, a black hazmat suit with white accents which included a belt, collar, gloves, and boots.
Talk about a fashion disaster. Luna thought with a slight inner chuckle.
He also had a symbol on his chest as well: a capitol D with a P inside it.
And then it clicked in her brain.
So this was the infamous Danny Phantom, one of the only three existing halfas in the world and over confident cocky hero who couldn't go two minutes without making a terrible pun...
Honestly he was shorter than Luna imagined him to be.
"Hello, Miss Midnight," Clockwork greeted snapping the girl out of her thoughts, "right on time."
Luna smiled, and floated closer to the time master, waving somewhat awkwardly. She was never very comfortable with highly powered ghosts...
"Hey, Clockwork." She chirped, tilting her head to the side, "Did I come at a bad time? I can come back late if you want." She said, glancing at the hybrid who was staring at her as if she was the hybrid.
"No, Miss Midnight, you are perfectly fine to go on your mission, Daniel here was just leaving."
"What no I wasn't!" The hero exclaimed in outrage, "Clockwork please you gotta help me with this I can't handle it anymore!"
"I'm not sending you back in time to allow you to prevent yourself from buying those alleged 'Vans', Daniel." Clockwork deadpanned, shifting into his child form.
"Goddamnit Clockwork why noooooot?!" The hybrid whined, "This is ruining my life! I can't go five minutes without someone looking at those fucking white Vans and saying 'Damn, Daniel' in the most ridiculous voice possible! DO YOU KNOW HOW FRUSTRATING THAT IS?!"
Luna couldn't help but laugh at the face the hybrid was making. He looked like an angry constipated tomato to be honest. Meanwhile, Clockwork ignored the younger ghosts comment and turned back to the librarian-in-training.
"I'll send you back in time, Miss Midnight, help yourself to a time medallion." The time master said, shifting into his elder form.
Luna nodded, ignoring the comment of 'WHY THE HELL DOES SHE GET TO GO INTO THE PAST AN NOT ME?' From Phantom, and grabbed a medallion engraved with the famous CW on it. She threw it around her neck and floated up to one of the viewing screens, next to Clockwork, who was setting up the particular screen to the 1950's and blocking out Danny's yelling, which had practically turned into screeching, simultaneously.
"By any chance, Miss Midnight, would you like to have some assistance on your mission?" Clockwork asked with slight mischief in his voice, lowering it so only Luna would hear. Not that he needed to as the white haired teen was too caught up in his rant...
Luna pouted a bit in concentration, thinking.
"Well, I could use some help collecting information, and quite possibly finding a flower...why?"
Clockwork shifted into his adult form and turned to the hybrid, ignoring Luna's question.
"Daniel." He addressed calmly, causing the boy in question to stop screaming about 'Satan-cursed white motherfucking Vans'.
"I'll let you go back into the past." The time master addressed, still keeping his calm manner.
Danny brightened up instantly, flying over to the older ghost.
"Really? Sweet!" The halfa exclaimed, grabbing a time medallion and slipping it over his head, "let's go, Clocky! I got an assignment for Mr. Lancer that I need to get done tonight, so just send me back real quick and I'll be outta your hair-er, hood, I guess..."
Clockwork did nothing but nod, which made Luna slightly suspicious. He then turned toward the viewing screen, and let it focus until it showed a younger, obviously fifties version of Amity Park.
The hybrid was silent for a moment, before turning to Clockwork.
"That's not where I want to g-"
The hybrid never finished his sentence as he was promptly pushed through the portal.
"I said you could go into the past, Daniel, I never said when in the past you would go. You'll assist Miss Midnight here on her mission for Ghost Writer, then go home and do that essay you have." Clockwork said with a bit more humor in his voice than he probably should have.
Luna heard the heroes muffled, yet still distinguishable declaration on the other side of the portal about how he may just go and make sure Vans never even exist, and stifled a bout of laughter. The hybrid really did have a sense of humor that existed outside of puns.
Luna turned and thanked Clockwork, before flying through the portal herself, where the halfa was waiting for her with a very childish pout on his face. He as she floated up to him, he turned his toxic gaze on her and glared accusingly.
"Hey, don't be like that, it was Clockworks idea, not mine." The ghost girl deadpanned, observing their surroundings. They appeared to be in an alleyway.
"Whatever." The hero grumbled, shifting in the air, "What do you need me to to, anyway? The sooner I get this done the sooner I can go home..."
Luna rolled her universe-like eyes and pulled out her notepad and pen, scribbling down a description of the immediate area in dark green ink.
"Relax, Phantom, all I really need you to do is get me a newspaper with that human money you may or may not have...or just steal it it's not like anybody's gonna miss it anyway."
"Okay, first off, please call me Danny, I hate it when people call me Phantom as that title is reserved mostly for people that don't like me. And second off, I'm a hero. I'm not going to steal something, even if it is a newspaper." The hybri-Danny, said.
Luna glanced at the younger boy, before nodding absentmindedly and continued to write down stuff.
"If we're going to use titles, than you can call me Luna. Midnight is my last name and as you know, Clockwork tends to use formal titles so you never heard him use my first name." She explained.
Danny stared at her for a second or two with a look of contemplation on his face, before nodding to himself. Luna realized with slight anxiety that he was examining her based off of her actions, as if trying to see if she was trust worthy. She tried to hide her nervousness by writing down another detail.
"Okay...Luna...is there anything else you might need?"
The ghost and halfa had turned invisible and made their way out of the alley and into the somewhat busy town.
"Actually, yeah, after I'm done writing down this information, I need to find a flower, it's called uh, Floro de Fajro, I believe. My friend, Rocket needs it for her shop and-"
"Wait, you know Rocket? As in, red hair, gold eyes, 'I'm just fuckin with you' Rocket?"
Luna nodded, slightly surprised, before remembering that Danny couldn't exactly see her.
"Yeah, she's basically the first person I met in the Ghost Zone before I became Ghost Writer's apprentice, how do you know her?"
"Ah, well obviously she's the mail ghost so there's that..." The halfa's disembodied voice came from Luna's left. "And on top of that there have been a couple incidents with a certain fruitloop and other things."
(A/N please kindly refer to UnchartedConstellations' "Bedtime Stories" for Danny and Rocket's other crazy adventures)
Luna chuckled a bit, and continued writing down on the notepad in her hand. The two lapsed into a somewhat comfortable silence as they made their way down the street and onto the next one.
"Sooo, do you wanna tell me how exactly the whole 'Damn, Daniel' thing started?" Luna questioned, trying to get a start at some casual conversation.
"Oh you will not believe..."
~~two hours later~~
"You know, Rocket could have mentioned that that flower was on the fucking atlantic coast." Danny said in between pants as the two floated over the ocean, catching their energy, or in Danny's case, breath.
Luna nodded as she inspected the flower she held in her hand with slight triumph. The flower really was beautiful, it looked like someone took the flames of a candle, or a bonfire, and molded them into petals.
They had gotten everything done in the last two hours, and we're now ready to head back to the present. Luna had to admit, the fifties really were something. Maybe she could ask Clockwork to allow her to come back just for fun sometime.
The aqua haired girl stretched, before floating over to Danny and tapping his shoulder.
"We'd better get going, bro. If I remember correctly you still have a school assignment to get done?"
Danny groaned and nodded, sitting up and stretching as well, a couple bones cracking as well.
"Yeah we probably should...weren't there six petals on that thing earlier?" The hero asked, nodding towards the flower that Luna still possessed.
"Maybe..." The girl shrugged, crossing her arms. "One of the petals was bent so I picked it off and threw it into the ocean because it was bothering me. Why do you care?"
Danny sent her a deadpan glare, popping his knuckles.
"You weren't the one who had to battle off bats and spiders simultaneously in the dark with nothing but a stick and a pebble while the other person got the flower."
"You have ghost powers you idiot."
"Oh...right."
"Wooooooow"
"Can we just go now? I do still have that assignment I need to do..."
"Yeah sure, just make sure you don't forget how to write halfway through."
"UGH! You're not letting that go, are you?"
"Nope."
"You're a fucking bitch."
"Dayyymmmnn, Daniel, back at it again with the cussing!"
"LUNA!"
~~sometime after Danny started writing his essay~~
Luna floated up to Rocket's shop, humming the same tune from earlier that day. She had to admit, the halfa-Danny, was actually a really fun person to hang out with despite what the rumors about him said. She actually considered him a somewhat friend after the events that happened today...
The librarian-in-training reached into her pocket where Rocket's key was, only to grasp nothing but her notebook and pen.
Her cosmos eyes widened, as she frantically checked the other pockets of her jacket, and her jeans as well.
After five whole minutes of searching, Luna finally froze, mumbling two words.
"Oh, shit."
She had lost Rocket's keys.
She had left them somewhere in the 1950's.