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, 19 October.
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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"Grave Hunting"
By J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'
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He didn't want to be like his parents when it came to ghosts and since their attitude was 'blast first, dissect second, ask questions never', he found himself asking questions and trying to understand first whenever he could. That was why he spent his free time trying to find his enemies' graves, he considered it the first step on the path to understand who they were and how life - and death - had made them that way. He still wasn't sure why he had developed the habit. It was easier with Kitty and Johnny; they had actually taken him to theirs. Others were easy to find, like Penelope Spectra's and Youngblood's - including discovering that Youngblood's full name was Peter Youngblood when he was looking for the 'master of make-believe's.' Others were innately harder or simply impossible; how do you find a grave when you only know someone as 'The Box Ghost', 'The Lunch Lady', or even as 'The Ghost Writer'?
But Danny still tried. The site he was at currently was the last of the 'easy' finds. The October night was cold and he couldn't feel it because of his ghost powers, but still he wore a jacket for appearances' sake. Carefully, Danny reached into one of the pockets of his jacket and pulled out a small item, looking at it for a moment in the moonlight before laying it on top of the headstone and turning to walk away. At the edge of the cemetary, he paused and turned back for one last look; he couldn't see it from here, but he knew that somewhere out among all the others was a headstone engraved with the name 'Amberlynn McLain' and that she was born Feburary 3, 1959 and died August 16, 1977. The corners of Danny's mouth pulled up in the slightest of smiles, somehow, that didn't surprise him knowing Ember, those dates...