Disclaimer: I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back
He had no idea how it happened. But it happened far from any prying eyes or help, with no Tucker or Sam nearby to save him. He had dropped his phone somewhere, and so he couldn't even use a phone call to freedom.
Crammed into a lightly glowing cage that was too small, he found himself laying on his back. His legs were crammed against his chest, no room to stretch, and the metal bars were already digging into him. The van doors were slammed shut, leaving Agent K inside to finish locking it. The other got into the front seat.
"What are you going to do with me?" Danny asked, though he basically knew that he already knew the answer. Agent K glanced around the van. He found a blanket, and he threw it over the cage.
"Shut up, it's fake nighttime now," he replied. Danny felt his eyes flash angrily, and he began to shake the cage furiously.
"I'm not a damn bird!" he yelled.
Agent K kicked the cage, and he stopped moving. It was too claustrophobic in here to really squirm too much anyway without it hurting, so he settled for just accepting his fate for now while he tried to think. Of something. Of anything.
…
His thoughts were that he was pretty fucked right now.
Danny could hear and feel the van start up and begin to drive. And drive, and drive, and drive. Danny knew that the Guys in White office couldn't possibly be that far from where they picked him up. Where the fuck were they going? He didn't wanna ask again.
God, he was going to get dissected.
He stared up at the top of the cage. He was never going to see his parents or sister again. Tucker and Sam would never know what happened to him. He'd be a missing kid and eventually declared dead with no body to recover, cause it'd be in the hands of the Guys in White that would never let him go. Hell, even when they fully killed him, they'd keep his ghost around. Would he even still become a ghost? Well! He was apparently going to find out soon.
Every possible scenario went through his head, only to come to a halt when the van finally fully stopped, and he heard the engine turn off. He heard the agents exit the car, and he shifted in the cage to try and pull the blanket off so he could see what was going on. The back door opened, and he felt fingers press against him as one of the agents grabbed the cage to pull to the edge.
He grabbed the top of the cage as the entire container rocked as the agents worked together to pick it up. For a brief moment, he was set on the ground so that they could close the van doors, and he could tell that it was on pavement. He was quickly picked back up and carried somewhere.
Danny could tell that it wasn't a parking garage or anything, but outside. He could hear birds, no distinctive parking lot echoing, and the light and smell of the outside was clear. Where the hell were they going? He knew the Guys in White had a parking garage. His parents had to measure the Fenton RV to see if the vehicle would enter, only to learn that it wouldn't and so had to borrow Jazz's car whenever they came around.
"Oh, I'll get that for you!" an unfamiliar voice said.
"Thanks!" one of the agents replied, and soon, their footsteps changed. From what had to be concrete to indoor flooring, and the light, while still around, noticeably dimmed. There was vague noise of human activity, but not a whole lot of talking, or at least, no talking that he could make out.
They walked for a bit before the cage was set down again. Danny didn't dare speak.
"Um...Can I help you?"
"Hey there, we're here to collect the million dollar reward for the million dollar ghost?" Agent K said. He dramatically pulled the blanket off, and Danny blinked as light suddenly hit him, and he took in the scenery. They were in? Some government building. It kinda looked like the mayor's office, but he wasn't entirely sure.
A front desk lady gave them a weird look as realization hit Danny. He had totally forgotten about Vlad's reward.
"Um, that reward was discontinued two years ago," she said. Agent K stared in disbelief.
"You're fucking with me."
The lady shook her head no.
"God damn it," Agent O cursed. "Can you double check?"
The lady was still staring at them, but shrugged. She typed on her keyboard for a few moments, before giving another shrug. She turned the computer screen to them.
"Yeah, see? Discontinued two years ago. The man who placed the reward said he didn't want the ghost anymore," she replied.
"How come you guys didn't say anything?" Agent K demanded to know.
"We relayed it to the news," she replied. "It was published in the Amity Park Times."
"Nobody reads the newspaper anymore!" Agent O scowled. He looked at Danny, and he exhaled deeply, opened the cage. "Get out."
Danny didn't move. This had to be a trick, right? Agent O kicked the metallic sides. "Go on, get. Shoo."
"Um…..uh….okay?" Danny half-crawled, half-pulled himself out. Once out, he stretched a bit. God, that cage was cramped.
"This was a waste of two years," Agent K complained, crossing his arms angrily.
"So you guys spent like? What had to be millions of dollars just to claim a one million dollar reward?" Danny questioned. Agent O shrugged.
"Wasn't our money to spend," he explained. Agent K nodded in agreement.
Wasn't he still worth something cause of dissection science or something? Danny didn't dare really bring that up. He just decided to take his win, and he phased out of the building.