Hello, this is my first time ever attempting to write fanfiction. I have recently taken an interest in it, and thought it may be exciting to share my ideas with other people
This fic will contain some pretty gorey scenes as well as some psychological horror, so I'm going to rate it M just to be safe, but there won't be anything sexual involved in this story, since theres hardly even any romance in the first place [other than the occasional savant par moments], so do not worry about that if you are sensitive to those kinds of topics.
In addition, this fic will contain mostly LGBTQ headcanons for a good deal of the characters, so please keep that in mind, and I will not be responding to any hatred on this fic because of those headcanons. I am just more comfortable writing same sex couples.
With that being said, I very much hope you enjoy my story! I do not know how much I'll be updating it, given the fact that it's not my main priority, but if demands are high I will try to keep updating frequently!
Chapter 1: Moldy Photographs and Forgotten Memories
Danny Fenton awoke to darkness with a jolt, the smell of musty sawdust penetrating his senses almost immediately.
Nausea instantly threatened to dispel his last meal from his stomach, and in response, the young teenager laid down on his back, running his right hand cautiously through the fur lining that rimmed the bottom of his thick red winter coat. Hoping this would help, if anything, to ground him to reality and allow him to untangle the ball of haphazardly knotted string that currently made up his spotty memory.
Alright Fenton, relax. First, you need a light. He thought to himself after a couple minutes, unfortunately having no luck on the memory side of things.
In a few moments, he had produced a small, flickering ball of green light in the palm of his hand, and the light filtered into the rest of the room, allowing him to see his surroundings much more clearly than before.
The rooms walls and floor, he now noticed, were completely made of wood, which definitely explained the smell.
Wooden furniture surrounded him from his spot on the floor. The seats and backrests of the old, moth-eaten armchairs were covered in dark, stained looking yellow fabric, and the tables looked like they had recently been at war with termites, and as far as Danny could tell, the termites were winning.
Putting aside the deterioration of the room, Danny also took note of multiple picture frames on the walls; each one appeared to be either completely pictureless, or with pictures so faded he could barely make out the faces they were supposed to be depicting.
Danny was unfamiliar with this place, just where in the world was he? He had to figure something out, and quick, because at this rate he'd never find out what just happened to him and his friends.
His friends. That's right, his friends Sam and Tucker. They'd been with him when he entered.. Where had he been going with them again?
Deciding once more to put his memory loss on the backburner, Danny had now noticed a plain, white wooden door in the corner of the room opposite of him. Good, now at least he knew he was somewhere that required non-ghostly abilities, since most ghosts just phased through things and didn't really require doors unless it was the entrance to their lair. He must be somewhere in the real world still, hopefully.
Once he made sure his nausea had subsided, he carefully got to his feet and made his way over to the door, the floor beneath him creaking ominously under his black and red winter boots, and he opened the door.
Outside of the small room was a long, thin hallway. Just like the room he'd woken up in, the hallway walls were covered in picture frames of obscured and tattered photographs, none of the photos occupants identifiable.
Other than the photographs, there were three total doors leading out of the hallway; the one Danny had just came through, and two on the opposite side of the corridor, one to the left and one to the right of where Danny stood. In addition, there was a mirror on the wall at the end of the hallway, reflecting the gleam of Danny's ectoplasmic light.
Weird.. He thought to himself, his eyes narrowing slightly in the darkness. This didn't feel like a typical 'ghost boy gets kidnapped' scenario, something which had happened so often that it has become a common occurrence in his day to day life as Danny Phantom.
Trekking forward to get a closer look at the mirror, he is suddenly stopped by a loud groan coming from one of the doors he'd just passed, causing him to immediately swivel his head towards the door.
A ghost? An injured human? Maybe they owned this place and knew what was going on… Different possibilities quickly flitted through his mind, anxiety threatening to overcome his mind. There were just too many worrisome possibilities for him to handle effectively.
Quickly shaking his head, as if to shake off any lingering fears, and taking a deep breath, he took a moment to steady himself before cautiously phasing through the door.
Inside the room [which he only vaguely noted as having floral print wallpaper and a large, king sized bed] lay the large, dark form of Tucker Foley, who was wearing the same fluorescent green jacket and red beret Danny suddenly remembered him wearing before he had lost consciousness.
"Tucker-! Oh crap… Tuck, dude, are you okay?" Danny coughed out, only now realizing how hoarse his voice was from lack of use, just how long had he been out? Nevermind that, his main focus right now was to shake Tucker out of his comatose state.
After a few moments of shaking his boyfriend's shoulder, the dark-skinned teen finally came to, jolting up with a yelp and almost pushing Danny away in a panic.
"Tucker- Tuck, it's me!" Danny exclaimed, grabbing Tucker by his shoulders to steady him and keep him grounded.
"D-Danny?! Is that you? Holy shit man, what- what the hell happened to us? Are you okay?!" the boy asked feverishly after he had gotten a hold of himself, gripping the red sleeves of the ghost boy's winter coat in either hand.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine.. I'm more worried about you, though." Danny said, as calmly as he could manage. He couldn't let Tucker's panicked state get to him, he needed to stay calm until he could relax the other boy.
But he had to admit, he felt like freaking out just as much as Tucker was right now.
"Dude! I'm the least of your worries! Don't you remember what happened?!" Tucker said, his panic decreasing, and becoming more of a worried exclamation.
"No… In all honesty, I can't remember a thing.." Danny said, trailing off with a small sigh of annoyance and shaking his head.
"Everything up until I woke up is a blur."
"Looks like we've got a lot of explaining to do, then." came a tense, roughly female voice from the doorway, causing Danny to jump with surprise and whip around.
In the doorway stood Sam Manson, running a hand over her half shaven head as the remainder of her purple hair fell over her left eye. Her long, black and purple trench coat, black boots, and leggings were spotted with dust, indicating that she had been investigating the rooms before stumbling upon Danny and Tucker.
"What are you two talking about? What the hell happened?" Danny said, sounding almost a little annoyed as the two exchanged worried glances.
"You musta hit your head when you fell.. We can start from the beginning, that'll probably make it easier to understand." Sam responded, walking into the room and glancing around.
"This place seems to be pretty secure anyways, so hopefully nothing else will decide to attack us."
"Yeah dude, it was like, absolutely brutal!" Tucker said, gesturing vaguely outwards to emphasize his point.
"We thought you were dead for a second there!"
"Look, I dunno what you guys are talking about.. Cause I feel fine.. Well, as fine as I can be." Danny said with a huff, waving a hand over his chest.
"Maybe a bit nauseous and light-headed, but besides that, I feel pretty normal." he added quickly.
Sam looked over him almost skeptically, then opened her mouth to speak once more.
"Right, well, after you hear this, you may not think so."
I apologize for the shortness, but this is only the first chapter, I promise it will pickup after the next chapter.
thank you for reading!