Hey guys! I'm back! Still feeling way depressed, but writing makes me feel loads better, so I won't be away from FanFiction as long as I anticipated. Thank you for your prayers and support.
In other business, I am wondering whether I should upload some other stories I've been working on for a while. Leave a comment with the one you'd be most interested in reading:
Road Trip: The Fentons, Sam, and Tucker take a cross-country road trip. Problem is: Vlad's tagging along. When Danny's parents are stolen by an old evil with a mysterious connection to Vlad, the gang must team up with Vlad to get them back. *Note* This story isn't incredibly developed, and I just have a little writer's block, so assistance would be needed.
My Unnamed Danny Phantom-Harry Potter crossover: Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are sent to Hogwarts after their town is attacked by Death Eaters. *Note* This story is my latest idea (the plot bunnies attacked!) and therefore is the least developed, so I need just a little help on it too.
My Unnamed Teen Titans-Danny Phantom crossover: Danny and his friends and family travel to Jump City (the city where Teen Titans takes place for those who didn't know) for a Ghost Hunting convention. They meet up with the Teen Titans and discover they are after Danny Phantom, who they believe to be a criminal (due to the claims of one certain half-ghost billionaire who has also found a new ally in the Titans' home city). *Note* This is actually the first story I have ever written. The problem is that I have some serious writing block on it.
Alrighty, on to the story!
I would like to inform the readers that this chapter was partly inspired by my trip to the carnival about a year ago (when I actually wrote the chapter) and partly inspired by WingsOfMorphius' "Gender Confusion: Saga of Sam/Doctrine of Danny" stories. When I was thinking of a disguise for Danny, something like "Tom Phan's" outfit kept popping into my mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom... or any of the amusement park rides I mentioned... or any of the songs I mentioned...
The next day, I woke up at 8:30, showered, and ate a quick, but filling, breakfast of cereal and toast. I dashed to my room and dressed in my usual black, purple, and green miniskirt, purple leggings, black cropped tank top, and combat boots. I then moved on to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, applied purple eye shadow and black eyeliner, and smeared my favorite purple lipstick on my lips. Next, I brushed and straightened my black hair and put a small portion of it up in a little ponytail on the top of my head with a green hair elastic, finishing my usual hairdo.
When I finished getting ready I made sure I had money in my purse, along with an emergency hat and sunglasses (just in case I was recognized). I sat down on the couch to catch my breath. It was 9:15. That was the fastest I've ever gotten ready for anything. I guess I'm a little eager to spend a night with a superhero.
"You're up early." Val remarked from behind me, already dressed in her Nasty Burger Guy costume. (She had a good reason to hate her job more than I hated mine.)
"Just getting a head start on avoiding being captured by the enemy." Technically it wasn't a lie. I held up my hat and sunglasses.
"Wow. That'll fool anyone." She chuckled sarcastically, mocking my choice of disguise. I laughed inwardly, knowing that the pathetic hat and sunglasses weren't my actual plan.
"Ugh. I know it's not my best, but hopefully, it'll work."
"If you really want to avoid them, you'd wear pink. That's something no one would expect from you." She suggested.
"Thanks but no. I'm trying to avoid wearing pink. The best way to do that is to NOT wear pink, Val." I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue as I shot down her awful idea.
"Whatever. I wish you luck."
"If they ask you anything, tell them I went to… to my parents' beach house in California." I fabricated a somewhat realistic alibi just to be safe.
"Yeah, like they're going to come ask me. I doubt they know where I work." Val said nonchalantly.
"Don't doubt the wealthy. They're all insane." I warned her as she shut the door behind her.
I napped on the couch all day. The alarm on my phone woke me up at 5:00. I touched up my makeup and hair and walked out the door. I raced up to the roof to find Phantom waiting for me there. He was 10 minutes early.
"It's only 5:20. Someone's a little eager." I teased. A thought came to my mind as I glanced at the superhero in his monochromatic spandex jumpsuit.
"Don't you think you're a little conspicuous?" I asked, referring to his white and black jumpsuit and pure white hair.
"This is what I always wear." He frowned and defended himself.
"Exactly. You're a superhero. You're going to attract crazed fans, paparazzi, or one of your enemies! And even I know you can't hold invisibility forever. You'll waste a huge amount of energy." He considered this.
"You're right. Let me stop and… borrow some clothes from a friend." He lifted me up and flew invisibly to an ordinary looking brownstone; at least, it looked ordinary until I saw the metal equipment on the roof and the neon Fenton Works sign.
"Danny's one of my best friends," I saw him chuckle under his breath, "and I'm sure he won't mind me using some clothes ne never uses." He phased us into Danny's room.
"Alright… let's see." he rifled through Danny's closet and pulled out a black t-shirt, some baggy jeans, and a pair of white skate shoes. He grabbed some sunglasses and a black fitted baseball hat off of Danny's dresser. I promised I wouldn't peek and squeezed my eyes shut as Phantom changed into the clothes he had picked out.
"You can turn around now." He informed me. I had to admit, he looked better than he did in his jumpsuit. He wore the baseball cap backwards, and it covered his head nicely, though some of the shaggy, white hair peeked out from underneath. The sunglasses masked his glowing green eyes as well.
"You look great. Now let's go. The last thing we need is Danny to burst in and find us stealing his clothes." I worried a little.
"Somehow I don't think that's a problem." He chuckled and shook his head at some joke I didn't understand.
"…Okay, well there are his parents." I pointed out.
"Good point." He agreed, grabbed my hand, turned both of us invisible and phased us back out. We landed on the sidewalk and began walking.
"So… what do you want to do?" he asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"I heard there's a carnival on the boardwalk. That could be fun." I suggested.
"Sounds like a plan!" he nodded. I glanced at my watch.
"It's 6:05! I can't be out on the streets! Anyone can spot me here!" I worried. Normally, I wouldn't worry, but this time, my mom's threat seemed pretty serious. He grabbed my hand and went invisible. I sighed in relief.
"I'm insanely glad you're a ghost." I giggled. We walked a bit more. The boardwalk wasn't far away.
"Wahoo! We're almost there!" I cheered.
"Ditching your parents can be exciting, huh?" he smirked at my giddiness.
"Yeah. And it's also great ditching Professor Ponytail. What is he, like 40? And his hair is already gray?" he laughed along with me. When we arrived, we hid behind trash cans in order to become visible again without blowing Phantom's cover.
I scanned the carnival. They had a typical Ferris wheel, a carousel, kiddy rides, and then the more exciting rides, like the Avalanche, the Sizzler, Scat, and a bunch of other rides that I planned to ride more than twice. I saw various game booths and food stands. There was music blasting throughout the place. We both stood in line to get wristbands. After we both snapped the $20 neon green wristbands on our wrists, I dragged Phantom to the Avalanche, the ride with a row of seats attached to an arm that moved the row around clockwise and counterclockwise.
"That was fun! I used to go on this one all the time when I was little. Things were so simple then." Phantom said as soon as the ride was over. Something occurred to me: exactly how old was Phantom? Did he die recently? He must have if he's ridden this ride in his youth. It was pretty new.
"Me too. Things were a lot simpler then. As soon as my grandpa, my Gran's husband, died, his money was passed to my dad, and my family changed forever." The thought of the old days depressed me. "My parents started to care about their image a whole lot more and about me a whole lot less." I realized who I was droning on about and gasped, "What am I saying? I shouldn't think of them. I'm here to have fun." I shook all thoughts of my parents out of my head. We went to Scat next, that spinney ride that pushes you flat against the wall.
"My face feels so weird!" I half-yelled/half-laughed to Phantom, who was right beside me. He chuckled. When we got off the ride, he whispered, "When you fly at 200 miles per hour, you get used to that feeling." I laughed at this.
"True. Let's go on the Sizzler next!" I grabbed his hand and stood in line for the ride, which whipped you around, and crushed you against the side of the ride. Painful, but fun. We sat in seat number four. Phantom offered to sit on the outside, just so I wouldn't be crushed.
"What a gentleman!" I took his outstretched hand and he helped me into the seat.
"Who said chivalry was dead?" he smiled. The ride started up and soon, we were squished together. Thank you, physics, I thought to myself. Wait, why was I thanking physics? I didn't like Phantom that way… did I? I admitted to myself that I felt just a little tingly when we held hands and butterflies began to flutter around in my stomach, as girly as that sounded. But I had barely gotten to know him! What kind of girl was I, crushing on a boy I had just met? At that thought, Danny Fenton's name was brought to my mind.
"Sorry!" I apologized, attempting to move to the other side of the seat, but the ride whipped around again and I quickly slid and slammed against him again. I blushed madly. He laughed, but I could detect a hint of nervousness. After the ride stopped we resolved to get some food.
"Ghosts eat?" I was curious.
"Most don't, but I do. I love to eat." He bought two corndogs, one for him and one for me.
"I'm really sorry, but I'm ultra-recyclo-vegetarian. I don't eat anything with a face on it." I politely declined the corndog.
"That's ok. More for me. Now let's find something that you like." He craned his neck to find a stand that sold something without meat.
"Okay… there's fried dough! Let's get you some of that." He resolved. I offered to pay, but he wouldn't let me.
"Come on, let me pay! I can take care of myself." I started to get a bit angry.
"Just trying to be a gentleman…" he mumbled and backed off, raising his hands.
"Thank you." I smirked, taking out my wallet. I took out my money and put my wallet back in me purse, then turned around to pay. When I spun back around, I saw Phantom's devious smile.
"What did you do?" I accused.
"Nothing!" he defended himself. I checked my wallet. It somehow had more money inside; the exact amount I paid for my fried dough.
"You seriously don't take no for an answer, do you? I think it's sweet. Just don't try it again." I waggled my finger in his face. We sat on a bench and ate our food, listening to the music. Tubthumping by Chumbawamba came on and I giggled. I started poking him when the "oh, Danny boy" part came on.
"Very funny." He smiled.
Later on, we had already ridden a bunch of other rides and re-ridden the ones we had already been on. I had also beaten Phantom at the water gun game and won a white stuffed bear. We got a cotton candy to share and decided to go on the Ferris wheel. Phantom and I were seated in a purple carriage (what do you call the seats on a Ferris wheel?). It was perfect. The stars were shining and the lights in the city reflected off of the ocean water. The salty scent of seawater hung in the air. The next song that played was a quieter, slower one: If I Die Young by The Band Perry.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song.
"So what was your funeral like?" I asked out of the blue.
"What?" he was taken aback.
"You died. You had to have had a funeral."
"I… didn't have one." He confessed. I was surprised.
"How did you die?" I questioned, my curiosity taking over.
"An accident." He answered quickly.
"Do you miss your family?"
"I see them a lot, so no." he responded. I didn't question him anymore. It got silent. I watched the waves on the shore from the top of the unmoving Ferris wheel. A sudden breeze gave me a chill. I shivered.
"You cold?" he spoke up.
"Yeah, just a little. I forgot to bring a jacket." I admitted sheepishly. He opened his arms and I gladly let him hug me. Oh my God, I'm snuggling with a superhero. I looked up into his eyes (he had taken off his sunglasses), and I became aware of how close his face was to mine. We both began to lean in. I was mesmerized by his green eyes.
Blue mist left his mouth. Just like Danny Fenton… I thought to myself. His eyes widened. We peered over the side of the Ferris wheel to see a crowd gathering around.
"It's the mayor!" shouted a voice down below.
"How the heck did they find me?" I gasped, seeing my parents standing behind Vlad. They were glancing around frantically, but Vlad seemed to know exactly where we were. He stared directly at us and began to talk to the ride operator, who then flipped a switch. The Ferris wheel began to move us closer to the ground.
"I'll get you out of here." Phantom gritted his teeth and grabbed my hand, turning us both invisible and flying us out of there.
"Where are we going to go?" I asked.
"I don't know. I'm not taking you to the Ghost Zone. That's way too dangerous." I didn't ask about whatever the "Ghost Zone" was. I guessed it was where ghosts lived. Hmm, imagine that: a whole other universe. I looked at Phantom, whose face was stoic and determined, with a slight smile. He must have seen me looking.
"Are you okay, Sam?"
"Oh! It's just really nice up here. Flying's… nice." My cheeks burned a little. Whoa… Déjà vu. Where did that come from?
"Déjà vu." Phantom echoed my thoughts.
"You too? Wow, that's really weird." I mused aloud. "But let's get back to business. How do we escape Vlad?"
"It's difficult but I think we might be able to –" Phantom was interrupted by a familiar metallic voice.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the whelp and the little whelpette that trapped me in that stupid soup container." Skulker pounded his mechanical fists together. Phantom instantly retreated. This time I was actually scared. Skulker dropping me was one thing; Phantom would be free to catch me. But if he accidentally dropped me himself, there would be no guarantee that I'd be caught.
"Where do you think you're going?" Skulker appeared in front of us. Danny raced away, back toward the carnival. It was almost as if Skulker was forcing us back there. As soon as we were over the boardwalk, Skulker fired a missile directly at us.
"Don't even try going intangible! These are specially designed to hit you, whether you're intangible or not."
"Of course he'd invent something like that…" Phantom muttered. "I have to set you down here. Stay hidden. It's too dangerous."
"If Vlad finds me here, don't worry. I can handle myself. Thanks for hiding me. I had a great time." I kissed him on the cheek. He blushed in surprise and his jaw dropped a little. I removed my hat and sunglasses from my purse.
"I'll try to use this as a disguise. You go and get Skulker. If you can't make it back, I'll understand." He flew off invisibly to resume his battle with Skulker. I took about fifteen minutes nearly making it to the entrance, stealthily hiding myself behind food carts and blending in with large groups of people, but I felt someone grab my arm. I gasped, turned around, and sighed in relief.
"Phantom! You beat Skulker?"
"Of course I did! That wimp didn't stand a chance." He boasted arrogantly. He was acting differently. We talked about his battles all night and he never used that tone when he described his victories. I glanced at his green eyes; they looked cruel and cold. I doubted him. There was something off about him. I shook my doubts aside and blamed my suspicion on my imagination. Besides, how many other ghost kids are there?
"Come on!" He grabbed my hand and wove through the crowd… away from my intended destination.
"Other way!" I shouted and tried to pull away, but his iron grip wouldn't release. All of a sudden I was thrown forward, right into the broad chest of Vlad Masters.
CLIFFIE! It's not one of my BEST chapters... but I still like it! I do feel I rushed on my descriptions a little (I'm not great with elaboration. I'm better at dialogue because I, personally, like to talk a lot).
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