Chapter 3 is finally up. This is a long one. It doesn't have action in it, but I can assure you the next one will. It'll also hint out who messed with the portal and one of the leaders of the war. Also, I would like to thank my reviewers:
Purrbaby101: Thanks. I'm trying not to make this too different than the cartoon. In other words, I'm sticking with the way they speak and going along with the events that happened.
Liaranne: Thanks again for the review:) Who's on the other side? Hmmm . . . you'll have to wait for the next chapter to get hints of that.
ChicaDeDanny: Yes, I am. I don't like "Inviso-Bill" either. I want them to know his real name. Hopefully, they won't find connections between Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom.
Can-I-Bounce-The-Ferret: LoL, Am. Your reviews don't even relate to the story. LOL. And it's Eejhi Beejhi not Eeji Beeji. Anyway, even though this review has nothing to do with DP, thanks for making my review amount go up by 1.
Fantastic Bouncy Girl: Cakreut12 recommended this? LoL, yeah, she's awesome. Thanks for reading my story and sticking to it. I appreciate it.
V1rg1n1a: LoL, YET. But they'll get there. Actually, the Amity's Hero chapters aren't really too long (not that I can remember).
Amity's Hero
Chapt 3: Ghost Restraining Container
"We need EVERYONE to be prepared," Jack said seriously as he paced around the room. Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz were sitting in the Fentons' living room. Danny's ghost sense was going off every few seconds so he had to keep pretending to yawn to cover his mouth. Fortunately, neither of his parents noticed since they were too busy handing out weapons to the kids.
"You'll never know when a ghost may come," Maddie said, handing the last thermos to Jazz. She moaned and leaned her head back onto the couch. "Since the Fenton Portal isn't closing, we can't use any of the bazookas to send them into the Ghost Zone. So, until we fix the portal, you are to use the thermoses. By the way Sam, where's the one holding Inviso-Bill?" Maddie asked. Sam glanced at Danny nervously.
"Uh . . . I—"
"It's in her bag," Danny interrupted. He knew that if his parents thought Inviso-Bill was in the thermos, they wouldn't bother looking for him. That would probably make things easier.
"Wait, what?" Jazz asked, looking more confused than ever.
"I caught Inviso-Bill," Sam told her. Jazz glanced at Danny and then back at Sam. She opened her mouth to speak, but then decided it'd be best if she didn't say anything.
Then, catching on, she said, "Oh!" and smiled. "Well, our problems are solved. No Inviso-Bill. I guess it's safe to go outside," she said happily. She stood up and walked to the door, but was soon stopped by her parents.
"Our problem is not solved. Sit back down Jazz," Maddie said strictly. Jazz sighed and sat back down. "There are hundreds of ghosts out there. And they'll keep coming. Our portal isn't working and we have no way of stopping them. You are not to leave this house."
"But what about school?" Tucker asked, obviously hoping for a ghost to smash it.
"We will have to talk to Mr. Lancer and principal Ishyama about that," Maddie replied. "I'm sure the mayor's going to put up extra safety precautions." Tucker grunted.
"She couldn't have just said 'No' could she?" he muttered.
Danny turned to the window. Amity Park was definitely not having a good day.
The next day wasn't any better. The ghosts all disappeared after their army began to diminish due to his parents' weapons. That meant one thing — school. The last thing he needed was homework to add to the stress.
When Danny sat down for breakfast, he realized his parents were creating more devices. There were a few metal objects in a pile at the edge of the table that looked a lot like mini metal water guns. Instead of having green designs on them, they had glowing red markings. Danny opened his mouth to ask what they were, but Jazz beat him to it.
"What are those?" she asked, walking into the kitchen and spotting the metal objects. Maddie raised her head, but Jack answered.
"They're Ghost Restraining Containers," he replied proudly. "You can refer to them as GRC's for short."
Jazz gave him a pitiful look. "Dad, I've asked this many times before, but I'll ask again. Is this really necessary?" she asked, holding up one of the GRC's. Jack took it from her.
"Of course it is. We're running out of Fenton thermoses. Every person in Amity Park above ten years old has one. We were beginning to run short, so your mother and I made these."
He held up the GRC he took from Jazz.
"They're a bit more advanced than the Fenton thermoses," he continued.
Danny moaned. That was already a bad start to the day.
"How?" he asked, hoping the answer wouldn't be as horrible as he was expecting it to be.
"Oh no," Jazz muttered, putting a hand on her forehead. "He'll never stop talking."
She slowly crept to the door and opened it as quietly as possible. Once she was sure her parents didn't notice her, Jazz ran out.
"Unlike the thermos, the Ghost Restraining Container can sense ghosts within a mile away. Another nice little catch is that it can suck up to ten ghosts at once and it won't take up any extra space. The thermos can only catch one ghost at a time. The GRC can get up to ten ghosts at once and take up the same amount of space the thermos would use up with one."
Danny took a minute to interpret this. It was definite that this was an addition to his list of problems.
"Done," Maddie declared as she held up the last GRC. She added it to the pile and opened a notebook. Pulling her hood down, she took a pen and began writing. "So that's ten GRC's so far," she muttered.
"You couldn't at least have given it a better name?" Danny asked, picking up one of the Ghost Restraining Containers. "How do they work anyway?"
"You just have to . . ." Jack said, raising a finger proudly. He paused and glanced at Maddie. "Uh . . ."
"There's a small red button on the handle," she said, not bothering to look up at them. Danny looked at the handle and saw a glowing red square on it. It wasn't bulging out like a normal button. Instead, it was flat against the handle.
"Anything else I should know about this?" he asked before getting up and throwing his bag over his shoulder.
"Yes," Maddie replied. "It can detect whether a human is being possessed by a ghost. If that is the case, the GRC will react and suck the ghost out of them," she said excitedly, finally lifting her head and putting the notebook down. "And that's basically it."
Danny nodded and walked toward the door. He stopped and turned back to his parents.
"Um . . . can I have this . . . just in case?" he asked. His parents nodded and gave him two more for Tucker and Sam.
Casper High
"Another one?" Tucker asked when Danny gave him the GRC. He examined it and asked, "How does it work anyway?"
"There's a button on the handle. This thing is more advanced than the Fenton thermos which means it can be used for or against me. According to my dad, it can capture about ten ghosts at once—"
"That's an improvement," Sam said, spinning it around her index finger.
"—and takes up the same amount of space the thermos would use with one ghost."
"That's a definite improvement," Sam said again, holding up her GRC and examining it.
"As long as it's not used against me," Danny said, stuffing his in the locker hastily. He felt as though his finger slid over the button, but when nothing happened, he turned to walk away. Suddenly, there was a loud explosive sound and the locker blew up. He and Tucker were thrown into the wall and fell. The GRC fell to the floor. Smoke was emerging from it.
"Oops," Danny muttered. He picked it up and it began beeping loudly. Sam's and Tucker's started beeping as well.
"What's going on?" Tucker asked. Suddenly, the GRC's turned (dragging Sam and Tucker with them) to Danny.
"I think it senses my ghost side. My dad said that it reacts when it senses ghost energy. But it did nothing the entire morning."
"Maybe it just took a while for it to kick in?" Sam suggested.
"Probably," Danny said quickly, picking it up carefully with only his index finger and thumb and tossing it into the destroyed locker as if it were a venomous snake. He shut the door. Just as he did, it broke off and fell.
"That's nice," Sam said sarcastically. Danny placed his GRC in his bag and sighed.
"If it did that to your locker, imagine what it could do to you," Tucker said, obviously making things worse. Danny glared at him.
"Thanks Tuck, I feel so much better," he said ironically. "And can you turn those things off!" he added. Sam's and Tucker's GRC's were still beeping.
"How do you do that?" Sam asked.
"I don't kno—"
"What's going on?" an adult voice echoed through the hall. Danny, Sam, and Tucker turned around quickly. Principal Ishyama walked up to them with her hands behind her back.
"What are you three doing in the hall?" she asked. "The bell rang five minutes ago."
Danny gasped and checked his watch. He was late to Math. He was so caught up in his ghost troubles that he forgot about everything else. He turned to go to class, but was stopped once more by the principal.
"What's that noise?" she asked. Sam and Tucker quickly stuffed the GRC's in their bags.
"Uh . . . a bird?" Danny said, noting a hint of nervousness in his voice. Principal Ishyama eyed him suspiciously.
"As ridiculous as that sounds, I'll just let you off this time. Get to class," she said before turning to walk away. Once she was gone, the trio sighed with relief and ran to class.
Danny could barely pay attention during Math. The GRC was still beeping. His teacher paused about ten times in the first three minutes of their entrance because of the noise.
"And so, as you all know, you must drag the x over to . . . WHAT IS THAT NOISE?" she said angrily, slamming her papers on the desk. Nobody said anything. After a minute of silence (except for the beeping), she continued speaking, trying to ignore it.
About three minutes later, Danny shouted out in frustration. He took the Ghost Restraining Container and began banging it on his desk screaming, "WHY CAN'T YOU SHUT UP!"
It took him a while to realize that the entire class was staring at him.
"That was smooth, Danny," Sam said sarcastically when they left class. Danny's face was already a scarlet color due to embarrassment. Tucker laughed.
"Man, you should've seen the look on your face," he said, holding up his PDA. "Luckily—"
"Fortunately," Sam corrected.
"—I took pictures so you can see . . ."
"Give me that!" Danny yelled, reaching for the PDA. He and Tucker fell just as two cheerleaders passed by. They saw the two of them on the floor and exchanged glances. Then they walked away smirking.
"Wait!" Tucker called. "It's not what you think!"
Sam was laughing hysterically. "Forget what I said. This is smooth."
"Remind me to hurt Tucker after English," Danny said as he stood up. He gasped. "Oh no! I forgot my report in my locker! I'm gonna be late!"
"Going to," Sam corrected again as he ran off. "And it won't be the first time," she added in a mutter. Tucker reached into his bag and took out his GRC.
"This thing has been beeping all morning! How do you turn it off?"
"You don't," Sam said miserably as she shoved hers into the locker to mute the noise. Suddenly, her eyes widened. "Wait a minute!" She reached back into the locker and took it out.
"What?" Tucker questioned, still examining the GRC to see if there was a way to silence it.
"Don't you see? Danny's gone!"
"So?"
Sam put her hand to her head in frustration. "So . . ." she said in a falsely calm voice, "it's still beeping. That means there's another ghost."
"That's right . . ." a cold voice said from behind them.
SAVE DANNY PHANTOM FROM CANCELLATION . . . SIGN PETITION
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That's it for Chapt 3. Please review.
