Oh. My. Freak.
Talk about instant success! I love this story now! I'll update as fast as I can (I'm more of a reader, not a writer, so sorry for any late updates.)
So hear I am, listening to Doctor Who's My Time Is Running Out for inspiration, eating Hershey's semi-sweet chocolate chips, and a piece of toilet paper attached to my bleeding forehead (Don't ask, I'm bleeding, that's all you need to know...lol)
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STORY TIME!
If only he hadn't lost his temper. He should have kept calm, and maybe she would still be alive.
It didn't help when he went to the funeral, to see her smothered in make-up in the cheap coffin. She didn't even look like herself anymore. No frizzy, black hair, only a neat braid draped over her left shoulder. Her make-up covered up the mild acne she had. Heck, she was wearing make-up. She never wore anything. Her closed, straight mouth wasn't in her usual, toothy grin she proudly showed off. A dark-red evening gown replaced her baggy dark blue hoodie and jeans she adored. She still had her slipons on, though, but they were much cleaner than he remembered.
He couldn't even see those child-like, dark blue eyes that would always drift off, sometimes revealing her lazy eye. Her abnormally large pupils.
Everyone at school came (since it got them out of school, he supposed, since they were chatting up a storm like normal) while he, his friends, family, and Ms. Krane silently stared at the empty body.
"When she first came to the institution, and I became her case manager, she used to try and make fun of me." Ms. Krane confided. "She'd stare at me and say 'objects in mirror may appear prettier than they are.' So smart and sassy for a four year old." she sighed. "Even snuck into my bathroom and wrote that on my mirror. I was so mad..."
Danny laughed a bit. He'd seen her angry once, and it was not pretty. That was the day she got sent home and he learned about autism.
"Did you know that she refused to talk until she could speak in sentences?" Ms. Krane asked.
Eventually, they moved on to the cemetery (The other kids went to enjoy the rest of their day off at home, or the mall, etc), and watched as the casket was slowly lowered down. They didn't stay long after that, all abnormally quiet.
"Danny, it wasn't your fault." Sam said on the drive home.
"Feels like it." Danny mumbled as he stared out the window.
Sam sighed and kept quiet the rest of the way, while the Fenton's and Tucker attempted at small talk.
They eventually passed a street, and all went immediately silent. The scene of the crime.
Then his ghost sense went off.
Everyone else in the car, recognizing the gasp, knew what it meant. Jack pulled the RV over, and as Maddie was about to tell her son that he could leave this one alone, Danny Phantom left.
The RV continued on, knowing that he'd probably want to be by himself, and Danny searched around for any signs of-
"HI DANNY!" an all-too familiar voice called out.
Said boy jerked around in time to see a somewhat familiar form flying towards him, only her hair was gray, and while it still poofed out, it was now smooth instead of frizzy. Gray eyes with small pupils, pale blue lips, and gray around the eyes gave the appearance of make-up, and she now wore what appeared to be a long, thick black skirt with a grey one-inch strap tank top that covered her midriff, and was barefoot.
"Fenton is Phantom!" Sierra whispered as she neared him, placing a finger over her lips as she realized the significance.
"You...found me out..." Danny stated in shock. "What are you doing here?"
"I don't know." she shrugged. "I was walking home, but I came here, and I feel like I can't leave."
Danny continued to stare, and Sierra started to hum. An innocent tune that haunted Danny still.
"You still like that pasta song you made up?" Danny smirked a bit.
She then stopped humming. "Oh yeah, sorry."
"It's okay, I was just having a rough day." Danny awkwardly supplied.
"I wasn't mad at you, I never was." she assured. "I was upset at myself that I made my friend angry. Friends don't do that." she stated matter-of-factly.
Danny did a light face-palm before gazing at her softly. "I shouldn't have gotten mad." he apologized. "I'm really sorry."
Sierra cracked a grin, one that revealed teeth perfectly in a row and slightly glowing. "More sorry's!" she announced.
Danny smiled. "Do you remember what happened after you left?"
"Yeah!" she said enthusiastically. "It was amazing! A car was coming, and just as it was about to hit me, I shot up and flew away! I flew!"
Danny's eyes narrowed slightly at the information. He didn't think he could handle telling her what had happened.
"Hey, wanna come to my house?" Danny asked.
Her grin widened and her eyes shot up. "Really? Yeah!"
Danny gave a sad smile, grabbed her hand, and led her off, thinking the whole way, and Sierra continued with the cheerful, off-beat tune that still gave Danny the creeps.
"Well, here we are." Danny stated as the reached his house. Sierra started jumping in place, you'd think that she'd never been invited to a house before (which was probably the case) and Danny opened the door and invited her in. She didn't need to be told twice. She raced past him and stopped as she admired the place, the familiar yet foreign eyes gaining their child-like innocence as she glanced around in awe.
"Danny, is that-" Maddie paused as she came face to face with the ghost Danny had brought home. "Danny, is this...?"
Danny nodded.
"You told your mom about me?" she excitedly asked, as her smile got even bigger.
Maddie stared for a bit, before smiling kindly back at Sierra and nodding. "Of course." she said sadly. "Sierra, you know how we have the ghost portal?" Maddie asked, knowing what needed to be done.
"Yeah, I heard it's really cool." she stated as she nodded.
"Would you like to see it?"
She nodded eagerly.
Maddie smiled kindly at her. "I can even take you to see the Ghost Zone, would you like that?"
Sierra's eyes shot up at that. "Would you really let me?"
Maddie nodded, before deciding to spill the truth. "Truth is, sweetheart, is that you belong there now."
Danny stared at his mother in total shock as Sierra's eyes showed pure confusion, then disbelief, anger, and sadness.