A World Tipped on its Head

By: Garnet Sky

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. Story plot belongs to Cordria.


Emerald Heat


"Truth is truth to the end of reckoning."

--William Shakespeare


"Danny!" I heard Sam cry out my name in fear.

I sighed. Now, she was going to change, kick the Box Ghost's butt, and I can wake up from this horrendous nightmare. She hugged me tightly.

I had to hiss in pain. The Box Ghost can pack a punch.

"Sam, please, get rid of the Box Ghost," I pleaded with her.

Her amethyst eyes stared into mine for a moment, before she reluctantly nodded.

"Alright, Danny," she said quietly.

The Box Ghost, meanwhile, examined the halfa. He didn't seem quite like himself. Usually he transformed, spouted lame puns, and sucked him into that awful cylindrical contraption of his.

Which was at the moment...

"Wait!" the Box Ghost yelled.


Maddie was shocked and proud of her son. He was finally a halfa, but this was not how she imagined it! Then she saw the green flash, then darkness.

Danny hissed in fury as Kwan knocked out his mother with an ectoplamic ray. "How dare you!" he yelled.

"Someone's been keeping a secret!" Dash taunted, soaring up into the air.

Danny's eyes glowed crimson for a second, then back to emerald green. "If it's a fight you want, Dash, bring it on!" He made a come-hither motion with his right hand.

"You got it, Fenton. Now, I get to whip you in ghost mode as well as your loser human half," Dash said. "Taste my Football of Doom."

Danny's eyes widened and he hastily threw up a shield, which barely blocked the elliptical attack. Dash was stronger than he'd thought.

Dash burst out laughing. "Not so tough are we, Fentonia!"

Danny's eyes glowed dangerously. "How good are you at catching frisbees, Dash?"

"Pretty good, I'd say. Hey!" Dash was blasted to the ground, with several discus-shaped ghost rays from Danny.

The street now had several pot holes added to other pot holes in it.

Danny lunged after him and slammed him into a nearby building. Holding Dash by the throat, he growled in anger. "I have put up with your crap since school began. You were never like this before in grade school. You think it's so hot and cool to beat up on others who are weaker than you. Dash Baxter, learn this from a true halfa: Don't mess with me!"

Danny released Dash from his choking grip, and turned and walked away. "Don't even think it," he said without turning around.

Dash put his glowing hand down. Rubbing his sore throat, he watched Fenton pick up and carry his mother into the house.

"Whover he is, he is not Danny Fenton," he said as the front door slammed shut.


Sam didn't lower the thermos. "What do you want, Box Ghost?"

The blue specter floated closer to them. Ignoring the boy's friends, he examined the halfa once more. There. He understood now.

"Your friend is not a halfa. He is full human," the Box Ghost said.

"Huh?" Tucker asked. "What are you talking about?"

"He's telling the truth, Tuck. I'm not your Danny. I mean, I'm Danny, but not your Danny," Danny said.

Sam turned the thermos on him. "Explain," she said.


"Danny," Maddie croaked, coming to. She blinked the watery vision away.

Danny, normal human Danny, was sitting next to her, worry etched on his face. "Hi, Mom," he said weakly.

"Explain, please," she asked, sitting up slowly. Her gaze never veered from her son's face.

He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. All signs of her normal son. "It's kind of hard to explain."

"I'm all ears," she said, folding her arms.

Danny took a deep breath. "I'm not your son," he said, looking at the floor.

"I know," she quietly whispered.

His head jerked up. "How?"

"The necklace. I recognize where I've seen it before," his mother replied.

"Oh?" Danny stared at her questioningly.

"It was meant to bring us a halfa son and send our fully human son to a world he'd be better off in," she explained.

"Then you are in trouble," Danny mumbled, knowing exactly where the other Danny was sent to.

He just hoped Vlad didn't get wind of this.