Mossmask: Last night, something really amazing happened. I just had my first Danny Phantom dream in a very long time. I'm oh so very excited. It's an overdone premise, one which I usually avoid reading. But it was my dream and I liked it, so now I guess I gotta give it a swing.

~Dash Out


True Colours
Danny Phantom fanfiction
by The Cinderninja

"Don't let the rantings of the closed minded norms beat you down." Freakshow announced as he jumped up onto a crate, gaining the attention of the whole crowd. He spread his arms wide, inadvertently raising his staff as well. "Show them your true colours!" He grinned, narrowing his eyes. "And when I say colours, I mean all black. Make them see you for who you are!"

"Make them see us for who we are..." Danny muttered, looking distracted by something. He suddenly blinked and grinned happily. He just had a great idea! "Hey everyone!" He shouted, throwing his arms out and smiling at the masses of scary goth kids surrounding him. "Over here! I'm Danny Fenton, and I'm the ghost boy!" He shouted happily, transforming right on the spot, as if to prove his point.

The entire place grew eerily silent, the angsty teens and angry mob both shocked into simply staring blankly with mouths ranging between slightly agape and seemingly unhinged.

Danny blinked slowly, shaking his head, and turned to Sam. He noticed her staring at him with a mixture of fury and horror. "Uhh..." he started nervously. "Did I miss something?"


Unfinished Business
Danny Phantom fanfiction
by The Cinderninja

Danny was screaming. That was all that Tucker could register as he stood, frozen, too shocked to act. But then he saw it – just out of the corner of his eye. An enormous extension cord, sitting just off to the side of the horrible machine.

He didn't think, he just acted. Tucker rushed forward and grabbed each side of the cord in one hand, ripping it apart with as much force as he could manage. The machine fell dark immediately, growing silent shortly after as well, as Danny's screams became more strangled before finally stopping completely.

Something was wrong. Something was deeply wrong, and he could feel it somewhere inside himself. It felt as if deep claws had been plunged into his chest and were trying to rip his soul from his body. He couldn't help it – he screamed again. He wasn't alone inside the dark hole. He stood face to face with what could have been his own reflection, save for the inverted colours and glowing eyes. Both boys stood staring at each other with stark horror written clearly across their faces.

Somehow, they both knew this should not be happening. It was wrong.

They reached toward each other, finger tips barely brushing before the other boy began to dissipate into the air. He stared down at his quickly disintegrating body in terror before bringing his eyes back up to meet Danny's again.

Danny would never be able to forget those eyes for as long as he lived. Not the look of fear in those intense, glowing eyes. They would haunt his dreams for years to come.


Mistakes
Danny Phantom fanfiction
by The Cinderninja

This wasn't what I wanted. This wasn't at all what I wanted. I wanted to stop feeling. I had my own humanity ripped out of me. And then I killed him. There was never any hope for me after that. That single moment sealed the deal. Everything just sort of snowballed from there.

I used to be the hero. I used to think that what had happened to me had been lucky. But if I'd never gone into that damn Portal, there never would have been any ghosts. I'd have had a normal life. No one would have needed to die.

But all I've ever done was make mistakes. Piles and piles of mistakes. In life and in death. And now I'm trapped, with nothing but my thoughts, in the back of his mind. That was the worst mistake. Trading in my humanity for Plasmius. He was always stronger than I was. And less stable – even after the accident. So now I just watch from the back of our mind as he commits countless crimes. Kills people I knew. I never really liked them that much though.

I did try to fight him at first. Well, for a while there, I embraced it. His power was something I'd never tasted before. But it got old fast, and I wanted him out. But that wasn't an option anymore. I gave up after a while. There was nothing I could do.

I suppose I should be more upset by all of this. I find that I can't bring myself to it though. I guess after all this time, I finally did get what I wanted. I'm done caring.

Until that one day. That one damn day where suddenly, I found a little spark of hope. The day he showed up. I have no idea how he got here, or how he thinks he can change things, but I wish him the best of luck.


Miracle
Danny Phantom fanfiction
by The Cinderninja

Dani watched in silence. She was invisible, unseen by anyone else in the room. There was a girl in a hospital bed. She'd heard what the doctors had said – this girl would not wake up. Her whole life, thrown away by a drunk driver. Her family was devastated. The father staring at the far wall, looking angry – Dani knew he was just trying to seem strong. His wife was clinging to his arm sobbing. There was a little boy. He seemed confused, but was able to tell that something was wrong. He tried shaking his sister's arm, but she would not respond.

Dani watched them all leave. This family was miserable – they had lost their daughter. Dani was miserable. She only wanted a family. The girl herself... she was gone. That's what the doctors had said. No chance. There was no chance she'd wake up. Maybe if there was, Dani would feel bad. But there wasn't. She made her choice.

Various machines started alarming suddenly, making noises that they shouldn't have been making, as the girl on the bed stirred. The nurse rushed over, and stared in shock as her eyes fluttered open slowly – for a moment, they looked shockingly green, but quickly settled to a dark hazel. The nurse never noticed. She had already run out of the room shouting for the doctors.

The family was brought back in. Everyone was crying. The girl sat on the bed, seeming overwhelmed. Eventually, she started crying to. Later, they called it a miracle.