Updated and Rewritten 8/16/2020

Hey guys random plot bunny that came to me. Not sure how many of my normal viewers will actually read this as I've been writing DBZ not DP but hey I like the show and this is (maybe) a good idea.

Basic premise: the portal accident kills Danny. Like really kills him. All the way. Not half-way. I hope to make a story out of this but fair warning updates will be random and periodic.

Basically whenever I feel inspired to write this.

Anywho, thanks to melanshi for helping inspire this with Dimension Chasers. For those who haven't read it check it out it's pretty good.

Now what do I not own? Let's see a car, a house of my own, and oh yeah Danny Phantom.

Update 8/16/20: Well I have a car now...

Danny really should have known it was a bad idea from the start.

His parents' supposed "Ghost Portal" had been a complete failure and figuring it was safe enough since it was broken (assuming it ever had a chance of working to begin with) he had decided to show it to Sam and Tucker.

The gaping hole in the wall served as a centerpiece to a messy labspace filled with inventions that didn't work and goop that, well it was goop, goop never did anything really. So at least his parents could not mess up that, their fine collection of goop was the greatest in town, unfortunately.

Sam had suggested he go into it. For some reason.

At first he had laughed it off and so had Tucker thinking she was joking.

"No really I'm serious." Sam said, "I mean it looks all neat and sciencey you can go in and I'll take some pictures it'll be cool." Not quite sure he agreed with her there to be honest. It made sense from a certain point of view but still, not exactly the "coolest" thing in the world.

"I dunno Sam I'm not quite sure it's safe…" he reluctantly replied. Danny was normally willing to go along with Sam's suggestions but with how messed up and potentially dangerous his parents inventions normally were he was worried about risking it.

Oh sure, they never actually found any ghosts but that did not mean that the gun that turned goop into a ray or the multiple melee weapons they kept lying around were harmless! Better not to tempt fate really.

"Look, your parents already said it didn't work. So it's completely fine right?"

"I guess you might be right." Danny said, looking at the hungry maw. Toothless but waiting for a meal, the thought would probably have made him snort if he didn't already feel uncomfortable.

He ran a hand through his hair and glanced around and up the stairs again. Technically, well literally he was not supposed to be down here on his own, nevermind with friends but with his parents down in the dumps and Sam and Tuck eager to actually get a look down here he had caved and taken them for a look around.

He thought about it some more. It hadn't worked just like most of his parents' inventions. What was really the harm in it? And could he really say no to Sam?

He had a slight, teeny-tiny, almost non-existent really, crush on her. Not that he would ever admit it. Especially not to her. She would probably kick him in the groin.

"Here put this on." She shoved a hazmat suit his parents had made in his size toward him. His father's smiling face grinned at him from the middle.

"Yeah umm no thank you." He honestly thought the thing was stupid looking.

"He's got a point Sam, it is kind of dumb looking." Tucker added from the side looking up from his PDA for a moment now that events seem to be progressing somewhere.

"Maybe if it didn't have my dad's face on it." Danny gave her a grin.

"Maybe you should ask them for one like that." Sam said, throwing it onto a nearby table.

"Well when this thing didn't work", He indicated the portal, "They kind of just gave up on stuff. It was supposed to be their biggest achievement and they failed."

"Harsh", Tucker said, looking at the hole in the wall.

"Tell me about it, but hey at least for the time being I don't have to hear a speech on ghosts every half hour." Danny reasoned.

"What do you mean time being?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Have you met my parents?" Danny deadpanned, it was a rhetorical questions so he continued, "Eventually they'll get started back up again on this and everything will go back to normal." He paused for a moment. "Well at least as normal as you can get with my parents. But honestly I have to say I hate seeing them so upset."

"Well, like you said they should be back to normal soon" Tucker consoled.

"Yeah Jazz will probably do some shrink stuff on them to try to get them happy but away from ghosts." Danny smiled at the thought of his annoying older sister playing counselor to his ghost hunter parents. He didn't always put a lot of stock into her whole psychoanalysis thing but sometimes it worked out, it had helped him get over a few of his self esteem problems in the past, not that he would freely admit it to anyone.

"So you gonna check out the portal or not?" Sam asked, raising a camera up for pictures.

"Yeah, yeah, alright I'm going in." Danny crept over to the portal in the wall.

Quite frankly he felt a bit nervous despite the fact it didn't work. It was just so…

Spooky.

He mentally chuckled at the thought. A so-called "Ghost Portal" being spooky. Honestly with his parents on about ghosts the way they were most of the idea of spookiness and creepiness had been metaphorically beat out of him by massive amounts of exposure. Besides, once he saw his dad in a bathing suit for the first time, nothing else could compare!

It was dark inside the portal, the light from outside gave some indication of things but it was still hard to see.

His foot snagged on a wire and he started tumbling forward but caught himself on the wall.

When his hand hit the wall he felt a circular shape pushed inwards under his weight and the slight sound of a click as something connected behind the wall.

The portal started buzzing to life around him and lights started to flare on.

He squinted and straightened up trying to catch his bearings again. There was a loud humming noise coming from all around him now. Stumbling back now he moved his hand away from the wall.

There was a big button that said ON.

The poor teen had a brief moment to think Dammit Dad really?! Before a roar of machinery and a flash of bright light swallowed him up.

Suddenly everything was burning. His body was filled with thousands of volts of electricity. Everything was hurting, he couldn't move at all.

It hurt so much. He couldn't even begin to put words to it.

Then it was over he fell out of the portal. His vision was darkening. He felt like every part of his body was burning. He saw Sam and Tucker running towards him. He saw their lips moving but he couldn't hear anything.

His vision continued to darken. He tried to breathe but his lungs wouldn't work. He couldn't get a breath of air.

He wanted to say this wasn't supposed to happen! This was supposed to be a fun thing to do and hang out with his friends not… this! It just wasn't… fair… the anger at the fairness vanished almost as soon as it formed as reality sunk in.

He realized that he was dying.

He was going to die right here and now.

He was scared, terrified actually. Even through the searing pain he dully a cold knot in his chest.

He didn't want to die. He was supposed to have so much time still! Time to have fun, time to get his life figured out, time to enjoy not being bullied anymore.

He was going to be an astronaut...

Danny could barely see now. He couldn't feel anything, which fortunately meant the pain was null but that was almost worse. If he had the thought to spare he might have compared it to having a limb fall asleep only across the entire body. Instead though he had the brainpower and time for one final thought. I don't want anyone else to ever have to go through something like this.

Sam was calling his name but he couldn't hear it. Tucker had run upstairs calling for Jazz and his parents but he didn't know that.

Danny Fenton died.

In the depths of the realm of the dead a hooded figure floated, it grew and shrunk as the seconds ticked by, easily noted by the multitude of clocks surrounding it.

Red eyes stared at the shimmering view port in front of him, it shimmered like water even though it held no tangible similarities to the substance.

Gnarled fingers tapped a rhythm on the staff they clenched for a moment before they morphed into the hand of a child, barely large enough to grasp the object at all. The being hummed in thought, not particularly distressed by the turn of events revealed by the screen, but not at all enthused by them either.

The eyes narrowed as they watched a soul depart the realm of the living and with a thought ensured that the soul followed the new gateway and latched spiral into the abyss, latching onto the very foundations of the realm as so many others had before it.

"Atlas shrugged, and the world kept turning." The figure mused and the screen shifted to another scene unrelated as the seconds continued to tick by.

On a particularly inconspicuous rock in the depths of the Infinite Realms, or as it was more commonly called, "the Ghost Zone" a new ghost started to form.

A small splash of ectoplasm congealed and helped bring form to limbs and torso, a head soon to follow.

The substance soon solidified enough to hold its shape and then began to gain color, or lack thereof in some place. The top of the head bleached white and took on the appearance of hair., the torso did the opposite and filled black save for an oval shape on the chest which colored greenish-blue.

More color began to appear as the humanoid shape took proper form, fully clothed apparently despite the lack of any cloth materials previously.

The figure collapsed on the ground and shivered, and then Danny's eyes shot up and he looked around in a panic.

This was… what had just… he rolled back into a sitting position and clutched his head even as the migraine threatened to beat his skull open. He squeezed his eyes shut again and massaged his temples desperately waiting for the pain to pass.

Danny sat there, almost in fetal position as the pounding faded and he heaved a sigh of relief and opened his eyes again.

Almost immediately he wanted to close them again but forced them to stay open.

Green. The world was green and that was all he could see. There were some rocky islands floating around in what could only be described as a void but even those were tinged green. He rubbed his eyes wondering if he had a lens or something adjusting his sight.

Nope, still green.

He shivered and rubbed his arms, why was he so cold? It wasn't uncomfortable actually but it was colder than he could remember feeling before-

When had he felt cold before?

Danny tried to think of a time he had felt cold, maybe in winter-

He couldn't remember any events in winter, no snow days or falling in the snow, he knew what winter was and what snow was but he couldn't remember any details about how he knew this or when he had come into contact with it.

Desperately he tried to think of details from his life, nothing, he knew his name, Danny but no last name, no idea of his friends, his home, his life anything! A vast array of general knowledge on, everything but nothing specific.

The only thing he could remember was…

Pain. He flinched at the memory of the pain,the anger, the fear. And he tried to push it back. He briefly remembered a girl's face but that image paled in comparison to the internal trauma and emotions from the memory. He'd thought he was going to die but...

He was alive! He let out a laugh and cheer of joy, okay maybe he couldn't remember anything but he was alive! The pain was gone and he could see clearly again.

Okay where was he? He could barely remember anything about where he had been during the… event, but he was sure it wasn't a rock floating in a green void.

He was fairly sure it wasn't a hospital either.

It certainly didn't look like anywhere his general knowledge could put a name to. He cupped his eyes, ignoring the thought that it probably wouldn't help at all and scanned the horizon, if it could be called that.

Danny spotted a few doors floating distantly, or at least he thought they were doors, he thought he could see a handle on one but they were way too distant to be sure.

He rubbed his eyes again but then stared at his hands. They were pale. Very pale in fact, they seemed to have a greenish tint too but then so did everything else so he wasn't sure if that fact could be trusted.

He took a look at his clothes, he could barely remember anything but he was fairly certain his shirt had been white not black and that his jeans were supposed to be blue instead of red, at least they weren't green.

He glanced back up and caught a hint of his bangs in his peripheral vision and pulled them down, stark white. Not even tinted green, just pure white, well maybe a bit silvery actually.

He felt himself start to hyperventilate and forced himself to stop just taking in a deep breath and holding it…

And holding it…

With some alarm he realized that he did not feel his lungs screaming at him as he held his breath. In fact he felt quite comfortable, he breathed out and did not take another breath and felt no change at all. No discomfort, nothing.

He wasn't breathing. At all. He sucked in a breath but didn't feel anything. His chest didn't even rise. He let the air out and still felt as if he wasn't really breathing. It was such a discombobulating feeling that he wasn't sure what to make of it.

The complexity of the situation and the utter lack of sense it was making began to lead him to a ridiculous yet absolutely terrifying situation, the massive amount of pain, the fear of his coming death.

He was dead.

And he was a ghost.

Update 8/16/2020:

SURPRISE IT'S ME!

Oh I bet you'd all forgotten about me, I don't blame you I probably would have too. So remember when I said I was going to go back and do some rewrites like 2 and a half years ago? Ta-da!

First chapter is rewritten and more than twice its original length! And changed to better reflect decisions I made after I wrote the original.

So I've been gone but not completely absent from writing… unfortunately in one case.

Since I've been gone I've contributed to two things one I'm not gonna tell you about cause I did it with rose tinted goggles and then got a healthy dose of just how toxic and pure asshole that community was so I jumped ship, checked back a week ago actually, they're still just as bad.

No I'm not saying what it was. I don't want my name connected to it anymore than it has been.

The other thing was an interesting Elder Scrolls idea about Tamriel being transported to Earth during the mid 1800s, I wrote the first contact scenes and then like one other person wrote some stuff so that's dead in the water. It's called Dragonfell on spacebattles if you want to check it out.

But I was recently inspired to go back and make the first few chapters of this, well not shit. Seriously why did you guys read this back then?! Repetitive and poor writing aside, so many spelling and grammar errors…

Also a really dumb end note that I left for prosterities sake.

For those of you just joining us, welcome to the story! Sorry if the next chapter is a massive drop off in quality and might be a bit weird narratively compared to this chapter due to changes.

I'ma gonna flip a coin to see if I'm gonna write the next new chapter or the next rewrite first. Should be out in a week or so.

Anyway welcome aboard the Ghost Train folks, leaving station 1. Again.

And done. Hip hip hooray.

Honestly I kinda just was sitting at my computer when this popped into my head. So I thought why the heck not?

Computer: I can list a few reas-

NO LEAVE YOU'RE NOT IN THIS STORY GET OUT.

Ignore him he literally means nothing to this story.

Anyway I'm gonna have Danny start meeting some other ghosts in the next chapter if you have any preferences for who you want to explain things to him and get him to calm down leave it in the reviews.

Til next time FriTik signing off!

R&R