A World Tipped on Its Head
By: Garnet Sky
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Original concept and story belongs to Cordria.
Gift in the Soul Can I yell MOVIE in a crowded firehouse?
My room was pretty much the same as in my world, sans the 3-D glow-in-the-dark model of the solar system Sam had given me for my last birthday.
I sighed and ran my fingers alongside the thick quilt Grandma had knit for me last winter. I miss the old coot. Well, excluding the "dunderhead" comments, she always made with a side-long glance at my father. I don't think my maternal grandmother ever liked Dad.
"Three B's," I muttered, as I went in for a shower.
Later on, as I closed my eyes, I thought back to the events of today.
"Mom?" I asked, not sure how to broach the subject.
"Yes, sweetie?" she says, turning around.
"You're cooking?! Hide me, Jazz!" I dived under the table.
My sister, in this dimension, just grinned as she looked under the table. "Mom always cooks, Danny. What do you think is going to happen? The food to eat us?"
I glared back at her. "It wouldn't be the first time," I muttered, thinking back to the turkey from last Christmas.
I heard the someone coming up the stairs and the door creak open a bit.
"Danny, are you asleep?" I heard my father's voice. No, his father's voice.
"Go away," I mumbled into my pillow.
"I hear the Fenton Interdimensional Danny Swapper worked," he said.
"That has got to be the lamest name for one of your inventions to date, Dad," I groaned rolling over. No way was I going to be able to deny it. Especially, not after what happened this afternoon.
I looked up at him with ice blue eyes. "So, it works. Can I go back to sleep now? I do have school in the morning, you know."
His face fell. "Aww, Danny, I want to see your transformation. What do you look like as a ghost?"
I rolled my eyes. "Pretty much, just a negative version of myself. Sort of like when you go to develop pictures down at CVS."
"Please, Danny!" my father whined. Any further degradation, the man would be on the floor like a dog begging for table scraps. Oh, wait. He does that for cookies sometimes with Mom.
I sighed. "Alright." Triggering the rings, I felt coldness wash over my body. I could hear my father cry out in alarm.
"No, this can't be true! You can't be Phantom!" he cried out.
I opened my green eyes. "Well, that is my name is ghost form, don't wear it out," I joked.
He fled the room, babbling something about "the Ghost King" and "my son".
The man is a halfa and worried about Pariah Dark? Why'd the Ghost King be in my bedroom anyway?
I looked around and checked my breath. Nope. No ghosts in here.
What is this world coming to?
Next thing you know, Vlad'll be knocking down our door.
And cue, the front door knocking.
Knock. Knock.
Yup, this day just keeps getting better and better.
Author's Notes: Told from our Danny's POV. A reviewer was confused about the switching POV's between the parallel universes so I'm going to see how it goes being broken down into two alternating chapters. I can get a lot more said doing it Cordria's way, but maybe this will be easier for everyone's eyes.