Hi. This is me telling you thanks for clicking on my fan fiction. Please note that this is NOT my only Danny Phantom fan fiction. I do have another on Nick, com on the Danny Phantom message board. So, if you like this, you'll LOVE that! Also, please keep in mind that the idea for this fan fiction is mine and mine alone. Danny Phantom and The Phantom of the Opera are not, however. Danny Phantom was created for Nickelodeon by Butch Hartman. I don't know who made up the Phantom, but it's really a very good idea. I've seen the movie, and I've read a little bit of the book, so I know what I'm talking about. The decision to make the Phantom an actual phantom was my idea. So, those that are fans of the Phantom will notice the difference, and the same thing for Danny Phantom fans. Last of all, for those lemmings out there mat don't know what a Halfa is, allow me to enlighten you A Halfa is half human; and usually half ghost, like Danny, but it can really apply to anything or anyone that is half human, half something else. Some examples you could use are Werewolves, Blade the vampire hunter, and... well, anything else you think may fall into this category. So, kick back, relax, and enjoy my fan fiction. (Oh, and one more thing: If you got here by accidentally clicking on the link to this Fanfic, stick around, even if you don't like the Phantom OR Danny. You might just enjoy it.)
"Danny, look out!" Sam shouted. Danny had been busy all day, first with Lancer's stupid test, then with Dash's stupid antics, and now with some stupid ghosts! Well, at least he would get a break tonight. He hoped. Danny quickly flew out of the way of a large, heavy wooden shipping crate. "Come on, Box Ghost, you know you can't save yourself by throwing crates at me. Why don't you make it easy on yourself and give up now?" Danny said, already irate that he got a C+ on Lancer's test. His parents would be really, really unhappy with him. He could almost hear their voices inside his head. "Danny, you're a Fenton and Fentons get A's, or at least B's!" "Danny, you know you can do better than that." Danny, Danny, Danny. It went on and on like a broken record. Need a torture device? Call Danny's parents.
"I am the Box Ghost!" the overly-dramatic nimrod shouted. "I am not an easy foe to beat, as you cannot contain me in your ridiculous cylindrical trap!" "Oh please," Danny muttered to himself. He had battled the Box Ghost - or as he liked to call him, 'Boxboy' -before, he had just never caught him. To Danny, it was as if he hadn't officially won OR lost. It was more like a tie, and there was almost nothing that Danny hated more than a 'Cat's Game'.
"Now, whatever do you mean by 'cylindrical trap'?", Danny said, being sure to add tons of mock sympathy and innocence to his voice. "Do you mean my... Fenton Thermos?" With that, Danny whipped out the odd ghost hunting tool and uncapped the lid, sending a bright neon blue beam streaming toward the idiotic ghost. The Box Ghost suddenly swerved to avoid capture, sending the beam ricocheting off reflective tiles, a mirror, and finally into the poor excuse for an enemy in the blink of an eye.
Danny capped the thermos and landed, thoroughly proud that he had finally caught his annoying adversary. He switched back to his human form as he walked over to Tucker and Sam"Hey, Tuck," Danny asked. "Would you mind telling me my new score?" Danny had been challenging himself ever since he had gotten his powers to see how many ghosts he could catch on a 'busy night'. So far, his record total was twenty-five ghosts all in one night. (The portal's 'on' switch had been stuck in the on position.) "Well," the computer-geeky sidekick said. "Adding that to your previous total. You have five more, plus the one you've just caught; that makes a grand total of twenty... five?" "Twenty-five? That's the exact same as my last busy night!" Danny exclaimed in surprise and disappointment. "There's always next time," Sam comforted. "Well, at least there's no more ghost detours to make me miss my 10:00 curfew," Danny said, checking his watch.
No more ghost detours? How wrong he was.
Ooh, certainly sounds like some strange and mysterious circumstances there….. See ya in chapter one! XD