Author's Note: The 365 Project is an experimental multi-fandom project to write and post at least one short every day for the next year, not including my semi-regular bi-weekly updates. For more details, see the relevent section in my profile. This is The 365 Project, 24 April.

In the immortal words of Samuel L. Clemens... "Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR."

Disclaimer: "Danny Phantom" and all associated characters and situations are created by Butch Hartman and used for entertainment purposes without permission or intent to profit.


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"Day Off? Off Day."
By J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'

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I was supposed to be enjoying a day off today. Contrary to the popular belief that heroes with super-powers are 'always on duty', we not only enjoy a good day off, we really need them. We need them because, among other reasons, getting shot at by the people you're trying to help isn't enjoyable. There's this Law made by a guy named Murphy, it says 'Friendly fire, isn't'. 'Family fire' isn't much better - that's when your own parents are the ones shooting at you, by the way.

Day off, bus trip into New York City, nothing said to Sam or Tucker about where I'd be besides 'out of town', bribe the Box Ghost to do some spying and make sure none of the other ghosts were planning anything for today; I'd taken a lot of time to prepare for a little time to myself. Except for the most important part. How was I to know that New York was in the middle of its decannual... decadial... its upswing in ghosts and things that happens about every ten years? Yeah, that would've been helpful. Instead, I'm caught right in the middle of a full-scale paranormal invasion; not just ghosts, but demons, ecto-charged entities, you name it and it's somewhere in the city.

And if it happens to be some kind of reject from an old Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan movie? It's right here in front of me, making some kind of weird whooping noises and swinging its arms and legs around. Correction; after shaking my head at it and punching it in the face three times quick, causing it to collapse to the ground ready for Thermos - well, ready if I'd had a Thermos, anyway - it's now just on the ground in front of me. One down, a city to go. So it's just me and a few local people with unlicensed nuclear accelerators against an entire city full of bad. I'm gonna need a vacation to recover from this day off...