Hey guys! This is the longest chapter I have ever written! I'm serious. None of my other stories have ever had a chapter this long. I'm going to try and make this a habit, so that you guys will get more out of each update. :D Hurray~ I've finished 3 out of 4 exams and am in a good mood, so that why you're getting this chapter early!

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Timmy ran ahead and made it out of the park gates just as another blast shook the ground, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto the sidewalk. Wanda and Cosmo caught up with him a few seconds later and found him sitting frozen on the ground, his eyes wide with fascination and excitement as he stared at the sky.

"Timmy, are you alright?" Wanda asked in a concerned tone.

The buck-toothed boy simply nodded a yes, all the while never taking his eyes off the skies. The fairies followed his gaze, their eyes resting on two figures flying through the clouds and exchanging blasts of bright green energy. One clad in metal armor and had a flaming green Mohawk, while the other had snow-white hair and was dressed in a black and white jumpsuit. Both were engaged in a very heated battle, but anyone could see the one in the white hair was winning.

"Wow! Just like that strange black-haired kid said, they really are ghosts!" Timmy squealed in glee.

The two ghosts heard the boy's voice and stopped their fight to momentarily to look at him. Skulker turned his head to glance at Danny, his face slowly stretched into a wicked smile.

"Hmmm.. I know just how much you love to play hero, whelp. Let's see if you can make it this time!" He said, while pointing an armored arm at the defenseless Timmy and firing about a dozen missiles toward the pink-hatted boy.

Taken off guard by the sudden attack, Timmy went into panic mode and struggled to find his voice while the barraged of weapons headed right for him.

"Timmy! Quick, make a wish! Make a wish!" Cosmo screamed in panic.

The missiles closed in, and Timmy attempted to shield himself with his arms, though what good that would do he wasn't sure. Through an opening in his arms, Timmy watched in shock and amazement as the white-haired ghost from earlier zoomed at probably about 120mph, flying right past the missiles, and stopped just in front of him. The ghost stretched out his arms above him and created a bright green, glowing dome that protected Timmy as well as Cosmo and Wanda who also had their arms covering their heads in fear.

Timmy heard the ghost grunt in pain as the missiles made contact with the dome-shaped shield, but the ghost held it up nonetheless. Timmy stared at him in admiration, and saw a look of determination and confidence his hero's face.

As soon as the last missile hit, the white ghost took the opportunity to fly through the black cloud that had formed from the explosions from the destroyed missiles, and sent his own barrage of green energy at the metal ghost. When the metal ghost seemed weakened, the white ghost reached to his side and pulled out what Timmy thought looked a lot like a thermos but that must have acted as some ghost-capturing device, because the white ghost uncapped it and pressed a button releasing a bright blue light from the opening. He aimed the blue light at the metal ghost, which was engulfed in the light as soon as it hit and was promptly sucked into the thermos. The white ghost then capped the cover on top of it and twisted it shut, inevitably sealing the other ghost inside.

Timmy watched the white ghost let out a sigh of relief and then shifted his gaze on to Timmy. The boy grew slightly nervous as the ghost floated down towards him, but that nervousness immediately evaporated when the ghost began to smile at him.

"Hey kid, you okay?" the ghost asked Timmy who was now vibrating from excitement.

"Erm! Yes, ! You were awesome! I mean, THANKS!" Timmy practically shouted at the ghost's face.

The ghost looked taken aback for a moment, but his smile returned after he got over the boy's sudden outburst.

He laughed. "Good to know you're alright. Well, be more careful next time, okay?" The ghost reached down and ruffled Timmy's hair. He glanced up and finally noticed Cosmo and Wanda. He raised an eyebrow, but otherwise just left them alone since they seemed harmless weren't doing anything to endanger anyone.

"Anyways, bye kiddo!" He said and flew off into the clouds.

Timmy stared at his new hero. Sure the Crimson Chin was still his favorite comic book hero, but he'd never been saved by a real hero before. He turned to his godparents with a big smile on his face.

"Did you see that? That ghost just saved our lives! He's so cool! I've just got to know more about him!"

Before either Cosmo or Wanda could reply, Timmy ran off down the street in search of someone who could tell him exactly who his hero was. He ran around a corner and found a old lady sitting on a bench nearby feeding the birds in her motorized wheelchair.

"Excuse me!" he huffed out as he tried to regain his breath. He heard a small poofing sound and look into his shirt pocket to find Wanda and Cosmo as pink and green pencils. They smiled at him and waited for him to talk to the woman.

"Yes dearie?" the woman asked. "Do you need something?"

"Well I just wanted to know what was that ghost earlier? Oh! And also, why are there ghosts in the first place and exactly where am I?"

The woman raised an eyebrow. "You don't know where you are? How did you get here then?"

Timmy quickly made up some lie in his head. Again, he did have a lot of practice. "My family and I came here in our caravan. We're travelling cross-country. Anyways, I feel asleep and when I woke up we were in this town. My parents left me a note saying that they went to the mall so I decided that I'd go explore. So… where am I?"

The woman seemed to buy it and smiled at Timmy. "Well lad, you're in Amity Park. As for the ghosts, Amity is the most haunted town in America. We get ghosts here all the time. And for your last question, I'm assuming you're asking about the white-haired ghost from earlier?"

Timmy nodded his head. "That's the one."

The woman's smile brightened. "That ghost is named Danny Phantom. He's known as both a hero as well as the public enemy number one in Amity. Though he has saved the town many times before, he's done many villainous things as well, like kidnapping the mayor and stealing." The woman paused for a moment to throw more breadcrumbs at the pigeons.

"I on the other hand, unlike many of the adults in Amity, believe that he's a hero. After all, no one has ever considered hearing his side of the story. Maybe he was forced to do all those crimes he committed. From what I have seen though, he's done so much more good than evil. The ignorant people of Amity keep having trouble to see past his mistakes."

For once in his life, Timmy actually listened intently to everything the old lady was saying. He nodded every couple of times to let her know that he understood everything being said.

"Thanks a lot, Miss." He smiled. "For taking your time to explain everything to me."

The woman let out a laugh. "Sweetie, just call me Whoopi! And it was no problem at all so don't you worry. I've got to be heading home now, so you make sure to return to your parents soon!" Whoopi said and started driving away.

"Alright! Thanks again!" Timmy yelled before the woman turned the corner. He walked back into the park and sat on the fountain, taking in all the information. He looked down at Cosmo and Wanda.

"Danny Phantom." He said with a smile.

"So do you think he's really a hero, Timmy? That lady did say that some people considered him a villain." Wanda asked.

"Of course he's a hero!" Cosmo said. "He saved our lives! We're still alive! Yaaaaay~" He cheered while spinning around in the air.

"Right on! Like the lady said, he could have just been wrongly accused for those crimes! But, I do still want to find out more about him." Timmy said, while staring at the setting sun. Wait, setting sun?

"Oh no!" Timmy yelled and stared down at his watch. "It's almost seven! Mom and dad are going to kill me! And Vicky's supposed to come over tonight! Guess I'll just have to find out more about Danny Phantom at home or something."

He turned to look at his godparents. "I wish we were back home in Dimmsdale!"

They held up their wand and in a twinkle of magic, were poofed safely back home.

….

Danny was flying home, feeling pretty exhausted from his fight with Skulker, and from saving the kid he was pretty sure he had told to run for cover but ended up there nonetheless. He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost seven. So much for his resting time he thought with a sigh. He had to be out for patrol with Sam and Tucker in twenty minutes, which was just enough time to eat a quick dinner and have a shower.

Danny reached his house and phased through the roof, landing in his room.

"Danny, are you playing video games again? Come down! Dinner's ready!" Danny heard his mother, Maddie, call for him. He heard the thumping of footsteps on the stairs and waited for the door to his room to open. Maddie walked into her son's room and immediately back-pedaled as she took in her son's condition.

"Daniel James Fenton!" she yelled. Danny cringed. She just used his full name, and that meant that he was in biiiiig trouble.

"Can you explain to me why exactly you are covered in dirt and mud, and have parts of your clothes ripped apart?"

Danny looked at her with a confused expression. He opened his wardrobe mirror and was instantly shocked at what he saw, because all this time he really didn't find any time between the flashing lights in the forest, and the ghost fight to actually stop and take a look at himself.

To sum it all up, he was a complete mess. A thin layer of brown mud was spread across his face and arms, shirt and jeans probably from when he tripped and face-planted from earlier. His jeans were also torn at the knees, and there was a growing whole at the bottom or his now brown stained t-shirt. Why didn't that kid tell me I have so much dirt on my face? Danny thought as he turned back to look at his mother.

"Err mum. You see. I fell in some mud on the way back from school.. so its nothing really! I'll just go and take a shower now."

Suddenly Jack burst into Danny's room as well, equipped with the Fenton Creepstick, and began swinging it around in the air.

"I just heard everything! Are you sure it wasn't a ghost who pushed you, Danny? Those darn things are always causing nothing but trouble! When finally get my hands on them, I'm going to rip them apart molecule-."

"By molecule. "Danny cut Jack off and finished his sentence. "I know dad. You've said that like a million times already. And no, it wasn't a ghost that tripped me, it was a rock. And no, the rock was definitely not possessed. Now, if you guys would excuse me, I've got to go take a shower." Danny said while sidestepping past his parents.

He speed walked to the bathroom, shut and locked the door, thankful for having escaped anymore of his parent's questions. For now anyways.

"Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day." Danny thought as he got into the shower, and started washing off the mud. "After all, its my birthday! What could happen?"


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