Hey all, PT-chan here with another kinda-sorta-possibly doomed story. This one is about six chapters planned out, and I have a bit more free time now, but me being the genius that I am, I went and got an F in History, so I'm probably going to lose computer privileges for a while. I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can, I promise.
One of the reasons this will be coming out easier is because I'm writing from a me perspective. Yup, this is a self-insert, but not a Mary-Sue. Those who know me or have received a review from me know I am no Mary-Sue. I also apologize if any characters I borrow are blasphemously out of character, but I have an excuse that relates to the almost non-existent plot. Really, this should be under the general Crossovers category, but Danny's a much more major character than any other borrowed ones.
Now, I'm going to give you a fair warning: that PG-13 label isn't a pussy one. I'm not editing any of my personality out of this thing, and I have a disturbing personality. This is unadulterated and uncensored. I actually might up the rating if it comes to it. Just a warning to you people, I don't wanna get angry e-mails from mothers.
Necessary Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, Chobits, or anything else previously copywrited. I do, however, own the plot and myself.
Twisting Reality
A teenage girl sat at her computer, typing away at the keyboard as a story of her own twisted invention formed on the screen. "Gawd, I abuse Emmy so much…poor girl," she sighed, eyeing the cruel text with a bit of sympathy. "But she finds peace eventually…kind of." The girl leaned back, cracking her back as she did so. "Ack. That was painful."
"CAITLIN!!" the yell reverberated throughout the house. Quickly running through her head all the misdemeanors she had committed, Caitlin leaned over the small ledge that separated the partial upstairs story from the rest of the house. "Yeah, mom?" she called somewhat nervously.
"Get down here and take care of the recycling! It's been sitting there for two weeks!" Caitlin gave a sigh of relief; she was safe.
"Coming!" she shouted back, jumping down the winding stairs. "Stupid chores…" she muttered under her breath as she and her sock-clad feet skidded to a halt in the kitchen. "Just for one day…"
Her mother glared over from the couch. "What are you grumbling about?"
"Nothing," Caitlin assured her, gathering the bottles and cans up in her arms. "Just talking to the voices.
"Well, get a move on; Mark and Claire are coming over tonight." Before Caitlin could open her mouth, her mother added "I don't care what you're doing on that computer: you've been spending far too much time on it recently. You're going to socialize tonight."
Caitlin shot an icy glare out of the corner of her eye. Jerk. Quickly sorting the trash into the bins in the garage, she dashed back upstairs and leapt back into the chair. Immediately her fingers flew, creating a violent fight between a young halfa with numbered days and the unstable ghost of her abusive father. "Damn, I've been wanting to write this scene for ages!"
Thirty minutes and many cramped knuckles later, Caitlin laid back on her bed. "Stupid writers block. I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it." She rolled over and pulled her pillow close to her, hugging it close to her chest. "Damnit, I hate my life right now. It's so…unexciting. Just high school drama and ten unfinished stories." She closed her eyes. "Just one day…just one day of adventure, of danger, even if only to put it back into focus. I wanna get out…"
"Someone called?" Caitlin's eyes snapped open to find a glowing green pair hovering just inches from her face. Danny Phantom grinned.
"Boo."
Caitlin scrambled back in a fair imitation of Hideki at the beginning of the second chapter of the first manga of Chobits; although she was about six inches from the wall and she hadn't technically woken up, but that's not the point. She stared wide-eyed at the fourteen-year-old ghost, blushing furiously. "Okay, um…are you a hallucination? 'Cuz I don't think I've had one before."
Danny laughed at that. "Nope, I'm real flesh and blood. Or something like that," he muttered to himself, staring down at his body. Caitlin giggled, claming down slightly.
"So, are you gonna fly me off into the sunset now?" she asked, fluttering her not-so-impressive eyelashes at the halfa.
"If you want me to," Danny said, settling to the ground.
Caitlin blinked and slid to the side of the bed. "So…you're my man-slave?"
"In a slightly less suggestive way," Danny said, walking over to her. "Do you remember that idea you came up with on the Mexican cruise last year?" Caitlin nodded. She'd had no way to really outlet her creativity, so she started making a story in her head where her pent up creativity had altered reality. "It's kinda like that; except you made a separate reality. In doing so, several of the characters you have in your head and a few you've seen in shows and such…for lack of a better word, manifested there. Of course, those who are not your own creations are not perfect; since you cannot see into their creators minds, we have some flaws."
Caitlin mused over this. "Well, that would explain why you're so out of character." Danny laughed.
"I'm the version of Danny that you sometimes dream about. In occasionally disturbing ways I might add," he said with a look.
Caitlin smirked. "Blame hormones. Or the moon. Either will do."
Danny rolled his eyes, and then held out his hand. "Shall we go then?"
Caitlin's eyebrows rose. "Go?"
"You wanted a day off from reality, didn't you?" At her momentary hesitation, he added: "They won't even notice you're gone." She grabbed his hand and stood up. Danny went intangible, then flew the two of them out of the room into the clear night sky. Caitlin shivered a bit.
"Okay, going through a wall feels a LOT weirder than I imagined!"
Danny laughed, and they winked out from sight.
End Chapter 1Reviews? Comments? Death threats? All welcome.