I finally updated! I know, I know, I should have done this weeks ago, but hey, I have a life you know.
Muse: No you don't. I can make a list of reasons why if you want.
Pheek: *glares*at*muse* Shut up.
Muse: If you shut me up you will have no story ideas.
Pheek: Smart-alek. I'll deal with you later.
Like always, I'd like to throw out a big thanks to all who reviewed/favorite/followed. You guys are awesome!
And the answer to the trivia question: Boxed Up Fury
The winners are…
emmyrad
Thuderrules
Oak Leaf Ninja
MiniHayden
Pinklife
Great job to all of you!
Changing the subject, I put out to new stories: A New Ending and Sucked In. If you guys could check these out and review, that'd be great.
And the disclaimer: I don't know Danny Phantom. Ever. Get that in your head. Now.
On with the fic…
Chapter 3: Oh Crud
Danny's POV
I slowly slipped out of my bed only to find that I was not on my bed, but on the living room coffee table. 'That's weird,' I thought, 'I was probably just sleep walked or something.' I walked out of the living room and got into the kitchen where I saw a note on the lab door that said:
Danny + Jazz:
-Your mom and I discovered that the Ghost Portal is now working and are going to be studying it throughout the day. Please don't disturb us unless there is an emergency. Leave a note on the kitchen counter if you are going out.
-Dad
After reading the note, I looked over at the kitchen table to see a note written in Jazz's neat hand saying that she went to the library for the day to work on some paper for a subject that I couldn't pronounce.
Suddenly realizing that I was supposed to meet Sam and Tucker in less than fifteen minutes, so I would have to skip cereal today. I decided to have a power bar for breakfast instead. I reached for the drawer and to my dismay it didn't open. I tried again, and I failed for a second time. I knew I was weak and have to aim, but this is ridiculous. A little more carefully, I brought my hand slowly down to the nob only to watch it literally pass through. With a small yelp, I jumped backwards.
Deciding to skip breakfast, I made my way carefully upstairs. Again, like every other day of my life, I slipped going up the first step. Unlike every other day of my life, I saw that my leg had literally gone through the step. I screamed again and crawled the rest of the way upstairs. After much strenuous work, I got myself into my room, and then checked to see if I really had my whole self with me.
I crawled over to my closet where with much concentration; I dressed. I had to call Sam and Tucker. I really needed them right now. This had to be because of what happened last night. How that's possible is beyond me, but they would have some logical explanation, right? Plus, I don't think I could make it to Tucker's by myself.
Taking a deep breathe, I stood up. I carefully made my way over to my phone next to my bed, and dialed Sam. She would be here the fastest. I don't know how, but she must have like a private driver or something. This was impossible unless you were rich and Sam was definitely not. Plus, she could get a hold of Tucker and get him over here.
She answered halfway through the second ring. "Danny?" she questioned.
"Sam!" I sort of screamed out of my fear of everything that was happening right now.
"Danny, are you okay?" she inquired, sounding relatively worried.
"Look, I don't know how long it is going to take for this phone to slip out of my grasp, but I need your help now. I won't be able to get to Tucker's. I don't know what's happening. Please help me! Get Tuck! Oh no, here we go again!" I belted out while falling through the floor.
"DANNY?" was the last thing I heard before fully falling through the floor and landing in the living room. I sat in the living room, just trying not to fall through the floor again. It probably only took about three minutes before Sam and Tucker bolted into my house, not even knocking.
"Where is he Sam?" Tucker asked; he was staring right at me, how could he not see me?
"I think he's in his room, common!" At that, they both charged toward the stairs. Why couldn't they see me? I had to tell them I was right here, or they were going to tear the house apart trying to find me.
"Sam! Tucker! I'm right here!" I piped. They both swung their heads in my direction, but they still did not see me.
"Danny? Where are you?" Tucker asked.
"By the couch, why can't you see me?"
Walking in my general direction, they both reached their hands out looking for me. "I don't know, Danny. Here's an idea, can you see yourself?" Sam asked.
Looking down, I saw that all I could see of my body was a blue-ish outline. In a shaky voice, I answered, "N-n-o."
They didn't reply, instead they just kept looking. Eventually, I felt a warm hand on my skin. "Found him!" Tucker exclaimed, "Wow, your freezing, dude!"
"That's not helping anything, Tucker. Okay, Danny, do you think that you can stand if we help you?" Sam asked me.
"No," I replied, "I keep falling through things, and now I'm invisible! What's wrong with me?"
"I don't know, dude," Tucker answered, "But you seem pretty worked up. Just try to relax; we'll get this thing figured out."
"How can I relax? I'm falling through things and I'm invisible! How can I possibly relax! I-"My rant then ended, because I saw Tucker's arm literally go through me.
"Danny? Are you still there?" Sam asked, I could tell she was trying to stay calm, but her voice had an audible waver to it.
"Yeah," I replied, my voice wavering more than Sam's as I said, "Can you please get your hand out of me Tucker?" He immediately obliged and pulled his hand out. "Thanks."
He nodded to me and then turned to Sam, as if she would have the answer. "Umm, I think Tucker was right, Danny. Try to relax a little bit. You are all worked up, and from what just happened; your mood had an obvious change in what was happening. Just take deep breaths or something."
I obeyed her and began to control my breathing. Next thing I knew, I could see myself again, and from what I could tell, I was relatively solid. After a few moments of silence, I said, "Guys, what's happening to me?"
They both just looked at each other and then back at me. Once getting through another silence, Sam said, "I don't know, Danny, but I promise you we'll figure it."
She then looked over at Tucker, and he said, "We promise, dude. I'm sure we'll make sense of this matter."
I sent them both a weak smile and said, "Thanks, guys. Maybe we should tell my parents, they might have some sort of answer…"
"Maybe eventually, but not just yet, Danny. Let's see if we can figure this one out on our own," Sam replied.
"What!" I exclaimed, "Sam! I'm literally falling through things! I've turned invisible! And, from what Tuck said, I hypothermic! I have to tell them! What if other stuff starts happening! This isn't normal!-"
"Neither is what you're doing now," Tucker stated. I then looked down at myself, and my bottom half was see-through and falling through the floor. With a yelp on my part, my friends grabbed my still solid upper half and pulled me back out of the floor. Once solidified and calmed down again, I threw them a thanks.
After another silence, Tucker said, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I agree with Sam. I don't think you should tell your parents, at least not yet."
"I guess you guys are right. But I still think that I should tell them eventually. But, if we aren't going to now, we should probably get out of the house," I said, and then quickly added, "Which I'm guessing is easier said than done."
They contemplated what I said for a second, and then Sam asked, "Do you think you can stand? We'll be right next to you if you start sinking through the floor." She paused for a second and then continued, "That's one sentence I never thought I'd say."
I was able to pull a laugh from the fray of emotions running through me right now. Once laughing, I said, "I can try." With that, I used the couch to my right to help me up. My feet were stable as I took a step once both my friends were standing at my sides. I had a few stable steps until it happened.
When trying to take another step, one of my feet went straight through the floor. I would have fallen completely through had Sam and Tucker not grabbed me first. "Thanks," I said to them for about the millionth time today. They both replied with a 'yup' or 'uh-huh'. We were almost to the door when I remember that I had to leave my parents a note.
"Hey, guys, sorry, but I have to leave a note for my parents," I said shyly.
"Okay dude," Tucker said calmly and Sam just nodded. We made our way to the counter and I walked out of their protection. I calmly reached for a drawer, only to have my hand go right through it. I heard Sam gasp, and Tucker say, which was probably supposed to be a whisper to Sam, "I thought that wasn't supposed to happen if he was calm."
Instead of Sam replying like Tucker had probably expected, I did, "That makes two of us."
"Three," Sam added, obviously freaked out- and trust me when I say that Sam never gets freaked out.
"Well," I began, "That's one theory we can throw away." I then decided to quickly add, my tone dripping with sarcasm, "See, we are getting somewhere." They both gave me a stifled laugh.
I then reached for the drawer again, and missed. Sucking up my dignity, I asked, "I can't believe I'm actually asking this, but can you help me get the drawer open?"
Sam giggled as she reached for the drawer and pulled it open. "Lucky," I mumbled as she easily pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She gingerly set it on the counter. I reached out and lifted the pencil of the counter. So far, so good. I got the note written in less than a minute. "Ha! I did it!" I exclaimed throwing my hands up, it was at this point that the pen slipped through my hand and landed on my head.
I scowled as Sam said, "Yeah, you really do." I then bent down to pick up the pen, but Tucker stopped me short and got it himself with his stable fingers. He brought the paper and put it by Jazz's as Sam walked me to the door.
We all joined back up at the door, and started out the door in silence. "I can do this," I thought, "Just a walk to Tucker's. Easy enough. I-" My thoughts were interrupted by my falling down, no through the steps. Sam and Tucker helped me out and we quickly got back to walking without any talking.
Eighteen times of falling through the sidewalk and fifteen freak invisibilities later, we were at Tuck's. Tucker went in first to make sure that his parents were really gone so that I wouldn't get caught by them doing something 'super human'. Once the coast was clear, we got up to Tucker's room. I must have fallen through every single one of the steps in his house.
Once in his room they sent me on the floor and they both sat right in front of me. We sat in silence for a second which Sam broke by saying, "Okay, in order to figure this out, let's list all the…symptoms."
Symptoms. I guess the word fit. I knew for a fact that these 'symptoms' were caused by the ghost portal, and I'm pretty sure that they knew this, too. But, also like me, they didn't want to admit this due to the fact of the unspoken topic that happened right after the portal exploded. Nobody wanted to admit that.
"Well, there's invisibility," I said.
"And intangibility," Tucker added. Intangibility was a bit off of what I was doing, but it was also fairly close.
"Okay, those two things and a hypothermic temperature. Maybe we should add…" Sam trailed off; she obviously didn't want to say what we were all thinking A.K.A. my death. Did I die? Was I dead? I'm sure we'll figure that out… even if meant the thing we all dreaded. Last night I was something different. Something that none of us wanted to believe was true.
"Yeah," I replied faintly.
"Probably," Tucker added in agreement. Weren't we just laughing about all this? Wasn't this funny an hour ago? I guess we were laughing about the 'symptoms' not… not death.
After a long silence with much contemplation, I said, looking them straight in the eyes and them in mine, "Guys, do you think I'm dead?"
The room then went dead silent.
I hoped you guys liked it, but I won't know unless you review.
New trivia question: In which episode did we find out that Sam was rich?
I need the name of the episode, not a description.
Also, I am still looking for a beta reader for this story. If you know anybody or would like to do it yourself, please comply.
Have I ever known when I am going to update? XD
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~Pheek out
