HI GUYS! AND GALS! I will not reveal my real name but you may call me Kate. Did you read the summary? Then there's not much I can comment on here. Okay... Read on... And review! I accept flames, though I can't see why someone will want to flame this story but anyway... Enough talk! Story time!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Danny, Nickelodeon, or any other nicktoons. I do, however, own this story and the concept of Nick, and the random fangirls in chapter 2 ;-)
Confused, dazed and surprised, Danny fell head first into soft sand. Head spinning, he looked around.
The sky above him was purple-blue, like an early evening. There were no clouds, just swirling purple mist. Around him, miles and miles of yellow sand, stretching for as far as he could see.
He was alone.
Wind was howling, blowing sand everywhere, and Danny shielded his eyes a bit too late. They were already irritated by intrusive little particles, and stung badly. He wiped them off as best as he could, and walked a few steps in no particular direction.
Where am I?
He couldn't remember anything. He strained his mind, but it was blank. All he remembered was falling into this nightmare. The wind pounded fiercely in every direction onto him, and he held himself tight. It was cold, and the wind made it worse. He wandered around aimlessly, which proved itself difficult since he kept sinking into the sand. He was ankle-deep when he fell over forward, and decided he couldn't go any further. He sat there on his knees for a long time, hair blowing wildly, trying to keep warm.
Then, unexpectedly, his knees sank into the sand leaving him in an awkward standing position waist-deep into the ground. And he started sinking faster and faster until he was forced to close his eyes and everything went dark.
And he was falling again.
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When Danny woke up, he was lying on his back in an office. He sat up, absorbing his new surroundings. There were two glass doors, one to his left and one in front of him, slightly to his right. There was a desk in front of him, slightly to his left. Behind him was a black wooden door, and a number of black chairs next to it. There was a bookcase behind the desk. The walls and ceiling were a very light shade of gray, and the floor beneath him was made of tiles of the same shade.
The door in front of Danny opened, and a man that reminded him vaguely of Walker came in. He looked young, in his 20s. He wore an orange suit that actually looked good on him. He stared down at the teenager for a few second, then straightened himself out.
"Welcome, newbie," he said with little warmth in his voice, and even that was clearly fake. "Come with me."
Danny followed the man past the glass door he had entered through, to find himself in a movie theater place with a couple dozen seats. The man indicated him to have a seat, and then strapped him down so he was unable to move. Danny wanted to protest, but common sense kept him quiet.
"I," he said, with a strong, bossy, but oddly calming voice, "Am Nick. The guy responsible for all of what you will see now. I decide who comes and who goes. I, from now on, own you. Am I clear?"
Danny nodded.
The screen was lifted to reveal a glass panel overlooking a cafeteria with several toons doing different things. Raking the scene with his eyes, Danny spotted Spongebob, Jimmy Neutron, and the pre-teens from All Grown Up, amongst some others.
"This," said Nick, waving his hand at them, "is were our stars are. Our pride. Out of these, two nicktoons stand out the most. Spongebob and Jimmy. The bases of all our network."
All Danny could do was stare.
The theater rotated, showing a second cafeteria, this time packed with actual people, live humans.
"This, is were our live cast is. Dinho, Lucas, Peps, Drico, Fe. All the usual suspects. Over there," he motioned to a far corner, "Is the international cast. Drake, Josh, Kenan, Kel. Those people."
Once again they moved, but this time to a courtyard with hundreds, no, thousands of kids.
"And this," he smiled unpleasantly, "is our audience. The voice of higher authority. What they say, goes. However, I have the power to say how it goes. Understood?"
Once again, Danny nodded. The theater moved again. Now they were facing a much gloomier cafeteria, where every nicktoon seemed lonely and forgotten.
"This," his tone was gruff and heavy, "Is our failure room. Those who don't make it end up here. They were not cancelled because of public demand. Remember, the public says what goes, I say HOW it goes. Keep that in mind."
Danny scanned the room. In it were Jenny, invader ZIM, Yu-Gi-Oh, Yakkity Yak, and countless others. He felt nervousness creep in.
"Our tour is over. Now let's see if you've got what it takes."