Ghost King Danny: Book 1

A Danny Phantom Overlord Fanfiction

Author's Note: Hello my followers! Just wanted to do a shout out to my four reviewers' t-rex989, Creepy-Pasta, Guest, and El0ndon! Thanks for the reviews!

Anyways, welcome to Chapter 2! See you at the bottom!

An alarm clock blared throughout the room, but was quickly silenced by a tired Danny Fenton as he struggled to get out of bed. As he walked groggily to his bathroom, he started to remember the events of last night, including the information given to him by Clockwork. He vaguely wondered what his best friends could do to help him in this battle, not because he didn't think they couldn't help him; without them he'd probably be strapped on a lab table being dissected by now. No, it wasn't that they couldn't help him, it was more along the lines of how he would be able to protect them, because according to Clockwork, this evil being's true name was able to bend mountains. He assumed Clockwork would tell them when the three of them were at his tower.

At any rate, Danny knew he was going to be late if he didn't hurry, so he rushed downstairs to try and grab something before he flew off to school, hopefully not toast. Once downstairs, he saw his mom, in her teal jumpsuit and red goggles, making eggs—or what looked like their equivalent, because what was in the pan was not eggs. How could he tell? He could tell by the fact that the eggs were green in color. He said "Morning, mom" and walked up to hug her. His mom replied, "Morning, Danny. Do you want some eggs? They're fresh off the stove!" Danny took a good. Long. Look at the eggs and immediately, yet politely declined his mother's offer "No thanks mom, I had some cereal earlier, also I'm going to be late to school if I don't hurry, so I'll see you when I get home!" He then rushed out the door. As he dashed outside he could clearly hear his mother shouting at him to have a good day.

Danny, once having left his house, turned into the alleyway and transformed, turning invisible as he did so, to prevent his 'Phans' from spotting him, as well as some ghost hunters from shooting him down. He then started flying at top speed towards the school, but as he was flying, his ghost sense went off, followed by the sound of a rocket being fired.

"Can we please not do this today?" Danny asked the hunter as he dodged the incoming rocket.

"Now where's the fun in that, whelp?"

Skulker asked with a pleased smile on his face as he kept firing rockets at the half-ghost

"Ugh, fine! Let's make this quick." Danny rushed Skulker and threw a few punches at his metal plating, making fist sized dents with each punch. Skulker just kept firing rockets at Danny. Danny finally managed to tear open Skulker's suit just enough to reach the tiny blob of a ghost inside. Danny then was finally able to suck the little ghost into the Fenton Thermos, but not before the self-proclaimed 'Ghost Zone's Greatest Hunter' shouted that he would get his pelt someday, to which Danny replied "Not today." Once Skulker was trapped inside, he continued his flight to school invisibly, hoping beyond hope he didn't miss his first class.

Once Danny appeared at the school, he phased into the boys bathroom, transformed into his human half, flushed the toilet, washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom. Danny saw that the hallways were empty, which meant he was late again, which also meant another detention. He was used to it, of course, but that didn't mean he wanted the detentions. Ghost fighting was a very demanding job. He went to his locker, phased his books out of it, and walked to Mr. Lancer's English Class.

Sam Manson and Tucker Foley sat in Mr. Lancer's English class dutifully writing down notes. Sam was busy writing notes for Danny since by the time he makes it to school he's more tired than when he woke up. Such is the ghost-hunting life. She thought. I wonder where Danny is today. As if the world was in tune with her thoughts, Danny presence graced the open doorway.

Danny opened the doorway to Mr. Lancer's class to many people's eyes staring at him. Mr. Lancer, however, was the one to break the awkward silence that built up in the room. "Mr. Fenton, late again I see."

"Sorry Mr. Lancer, I overslept. It won't happen again." Danny said.

"Make sure it doesn't, but for today, you have detention." Mr. Lancer handed the boy a pink detention slip, and told him to sit down.

Danny received the pink slip with a fake resigned look on his face and walked towards his seat in the middle of Sam and Tucker in the back of the classroom. He knew very well that his 'job' came with sacrifices. One of which happened to be getting constant detention for being late everyday. On the way to his seat, he noticed Dash threatening him with beatings that didn't hurt Danny anymore and Paulina…well Paulina wasn't paying attention to anything except her nails. Danny reached his chair and sat down. Almost immediately when Lancer turned around, that there was a note on his desk, folded in half. On the note was neat handwriting, with one phrase on it.

'Ghost last night?'

Danny looked down at the note. He then wrote, 'Yes. Thirteen ghosts'. He then passed the note to Sam. Sam wrote back a quick message on the paper, then circled it to draw Danny's attention to it.

'Are you okay, Danny?'

Danny looked at Sam's amethyst eyes. Sam must have noticed he was staring at her and turned to face him. "Danny. Are you sure you're ok?" She had a concerned look on her features.

"Yes, Sam, I'm fine. It was mainly the Box Ghost and Skulker anyway. I can handle them." Danny said nonchalantly.

"You could've called us man. We would've come and helped you!" Tucker spoke as he looked up from his PDA for the first time that day in his seat on the right of Danny.

"Yeah, I agree. You could've called us. You don't have to do it alone, you know." Sam said reassuringly as she placed her hand in his. Danny blushed slightly at the touch of her hand, and Sam was also blushing. Tucker saw this and muttered "Lovebirds". Unfortunately, both Danny and Sam heard him, which earned him a synchronized "We're not lovebirds!" comment from both of them, as well as a kick to Tucker's shins from Sam's combat boots of death. After hearing Tucker moaning for a few minutes, the trio got back to the topic at hand.

"I know," Danny said "But it was three in the morning, and I didn't want to wake you guys." Danny said embarrassingly, rubbing the back of his neck steadily as he kept talking.

Sam knew that Danny's desire to protect people could sometimes override his own needs, such as sleeping, but it would've been nice if Tucker and she knew what was going on, and she told Danny as much, at the end of which she added "We could've helped you get more sleep."

Lancer finally stopped talking up at the front of the class, after giving an assignment due in a week to his English class, long enough to hear the last part of the Trio's conversation. …"get more sleep." Get more sleep? He looked over at the three mysterious students, specifically the one in the center, Daniel 'Danny' Fenton. He looked as though he was mugged multiple times in the same night. Lancer held such high hopes for the young man, as his grades were near perfect scores, and he hoped the grades would stay the same during his high school years, like his sister Jasmine. Then he got a little shock from one of his parents' inventions, and his grades plummeted, like a stone off a cliff. He prayed that the boy's grades would improve after he was healed and released from the hospital, but they never picked up. If anything they got worse. He thought back to the piece of the conversation he heard. What could be so important that it caused young Daniel to lose sleep? Lancer wanted to help the boy so badly, he just didn't know where to start. Then, he got an idea. He would speak to Danny in detention, to see what he could do to help. Before he could ponder the thought any further, the lunch bell rang. Lancer quickly stepped outside the room, to avoid being trampled by his students like he had been so many times before. He had been meaning to talk to Danny about his lack of sleep, in the hopes of helping him get his grades up, but before he could call out his name, Danny and his friends were on their way to the cafeteria.

Author's Note: Hi everyone, sorry this is three days late, but I have some news. I have to study for my finals starting tomorrow, so you may not here from me until December 8th 2015. Hopefully this is enough to satisfy you until then. Later my friends!