The Rider
A Danny Phantom Overlord Fanfiction
Author's Note: Hi guys! Okay, yes I know I have a story that I'm writing, but this just spawned in my head from a list of challenges from CrayonPencil that I took. I'll get to that soon. But right now, a challenge I have given myself. Let's get started. Enjoy. Oh, one more thing, this story will take place after TUE. You'll see what I mean.
Oh italics is Flashback and underlined italics is thoughts, though this may change later.
Dreaming
"Because I promised my family!"
"Oh, you are such a child! You promised?"
"Yes! I PROMISED!"
"Too…weak…Too…late."
BOOOOOOOOOM!
"Your future…is sealed." Clockwork's face shone with a frown.
"But you've got to do SOMETHING!" Danny cried.
"I'm sorry. But I cannot. You made this bed, now lie in it." Clockwork turned back to his screens with a solemn look on his features.
A hole opens up beneath him, and he falls, the darkness swallowing his screams of redemption.
Danny awoke, another horrid nightmare disturbing his already fitful sleep cycle. It was nights like these that caused him to hate having off nights from ghost fighting. He tried going back to sleep, but every time he tried, he'd keep seeing cold, red eyes. He finally gave up, and decided to go out for a fly. If one good thing came from this, it's that Jazz convinced him to tell his parents his secret, and they accepted him, all of him. Of course the first three months, it was AWKWARD, like severely awkward. He could still remember the reveal date like it was yesterday, even though it was at least a year ago.
Flashback
"Go on, and tell them Danny. If they accepted you during the Reality Gauntlet incident like you told me, they'll accept you now. Jazz's soothing voice spoke to him as he flew with her in his arms in the crisp May air, not too cold, but not hot enough to fry an egg, just the right amount. He had recently started these flights with her, simply because while flying in itself was amazing, it was also incredibly lonely. So one day, Jazz whittled out his feelings on flying through the air, and upon hearing that he was lonely up there, decided that she would be flying with him, much to the protests of Danny and his reasons about why that couldn't happen (mainly ghost attacks).
"But, the time they found out, you had time to get them used to the idea of halfas. And you were in a cage, then. If I tell them now, I don't know if they'll shoot me or not, considering they've had no time to adjust to the idea." Danny spoke worriedly.
"You can't keep living forever in fear of them, Danny. Besides, one day, you may slip up and have to reveal it anyway, plus I will be there to defend you." Jazz said with conviction in her voice."
"But what if they throw you out of the house, or worse try to 'decontaminate' you?"
If they throw me out, then we, together will live in Sam's house. She has more than enough rooms in her house to accommodate us. As for the decontamination… I honestly have no idea. But trust me Danny, that won't happen, because they WILL accept you. They have too." She whispered the last part, although Danny heard her very clearly with his advanced hearing and responded with, "Are you saying this for my benefit or yours?" To which she responded, "For both of us."
The next morning, Danny bolted out of his bed, nervous yet tired, sleep not coming to him due to dreams of not being accepted. Jazz assured him multiple times that they would accept him, however nothing could put the fear of being dissected out of his mind. Danny, knowing today was Saturday, went to Sam's house for a stress reliever, as well as to tell them what Jazz suggested to him last night. Needless to say, they were quite nervous when they heard the news, but were ready and willing to help him, should the elder Fentons' rage on ghosts turn towards their son. They even offered to come to his house to help ease the tension. To get Danny's mind off the impending discussion with his parents, Sam and Tucker walked with him to the Nasty Burger, hoping to quell his nerves.
Finally the time came. Danny, Sam, and Tucker had walked into the large, red brick building with a very nervous look on their faces. He could see his parents Maddie and Jack Fenton in the kitchen working on an invention, when the two looked up at the trio with large smiles on their faces as they said hello to Danny's friends. Danny asked his parents whether Sam and Tucker could stay for dinner, which the two graciously allowed. After dinner, Danny told his parents he needed to tell them something, and told them to meet him in the living room.
The two parents, wondering what this could be about, slowly walked into the living room, seeing Danny, Sam, and Tucker standing in the center.
"Mom, Dad. Please don't hate me for what I'm about to tell you." Danny spoke, his nervousness betraying him.
"We could NEVER hate you sweetie." His mom said soothingly.
"Yeah, son. Tell us what's on your mind."
"Promise?" Danny seemed to plead this. Maddie and Jack looked towards one another, then back at Danny.
"We promise." They said together as one.
Danny smiled at his parents, and closed his eyes once more. Here goes…Everything
"Going Ghost!"
A ring of blueish-white light surrounded his midsection and slowly split apart. His parent's mouths were open wide in shock as tears fell down their faces. When the transformation was complete, Danny opened his eyes, only to be assaulted with hugs from both Maddie and Jack. Danny was utterly surprised.
"You're not threatening me, or shooting at me, why?"
Maddie waved off his concerns, more focused on just how this happened to her baby boy. Danny looked towards his friends, sat down on the couch, and the stories began. From the beginning to the end, his parents were just a steady flow of tears. When they reached the Dan incident, Danny stood up, turned around to look at his parents, who were still crying, and declared that he would NEVER, EVER turn evil. Honestly, by the end of it, his parents had wholeheartedly accepted him, ALL of him, and with that, his fears disappeared. Well, all save one.
He knew he had made that promise more than a year ago, and he tried his damndest to keep it, but that didn't stop the dreams from slowly destroying his mental sanity. As he flew, the dreams, while still in his head, would be pushed to the back of his mind as he just enjoyed the flight. He flew straight over city hall and then turned around, heading for home, and didn't look down. Pity, because if he had, he would've seen a red suited man with two horns and a red fedora covering his head, looking up at the ghost boy with burning orange eyes.
"Ah, a new contract has opened up." His eyes scrolled down the contract list that formed in his hands. "Huh. So, Johnny finally died huh? Oh well, I have a suitable replacement. Hopefully the deal I'm offering them doesn't turn around to bite me in the ass again." And with that last sentence, Mephistopheles disappeared in a plume of orange-red hellfire.
Author's Note: So here we go with The Riders of Amity Park! Thanks for reading and reviewing.