Clay-eater:

Disclaimer: I wish that I owned Danny Phantom, sadly I don't. The mega cartoon genius Butch

Hartman does though.

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Danny Fenton was sitting on his couch flipping through the photo albums that were by the couch. He was going through the one where it was about him and pictures taken in school. He came across one of him and Sam Manson, his best friend, in pre-school. He laughed when he saw his reaction to what him and Sam were doing.

Flashback

Four year old Danny and a four year old Sam were sitting at the round desk in Amity

Preschool. They were playing with playdough and making shapes out of them. Sam was

making boxes and Danny was... well making ghosts. Danny was an eccentic kid. His

parents believed in ghosts and Danny, kind of picked their theory to play with. He was

making ghosts.

"Sam are you done with those boxes?" He asked, clearly intent with his project.

"Yeah, but I don't understand why we need boxes." Sam said placing a finshed box on the

table.

"Because, the Box Ghost is coming to take the presents to the ghost zone. And we have to

stop him." Danny said using his creation and picking up one of the boxes. Sam rolled her

eyes.

"Why do we need to stop him?" She asked.

"Because he's taking the TinkerBell shirt you wanted."

"No! We have to stop him. But how?" She asked.

"We need him." Danny picked up another clay ghost. Sam's eyes widened.

"Who's that?" She asked.

"Me silly. Danny Fenton to the rescue!" Danny said making the ghost fly.

"But Danny, you aren't a ghost." Sam said. Danny's face fell slightly.

"I wanna be the hero." He said softly. Sam felt gulty. Danny had a very low self esteem

for a four year old. Thanks to Dash Baxter. He called Danny names and made him feel

like nothing that should be noticed, like an ant.


"Danny, you're my hero, isn't that enough?" Sam asked. Danny looked up, a strange fire

burning in his eyes.

"No, Sam. I wanna be like Spiderman, Batman and Superman. I wanna be like the big

hero's, saving people when they need help." Danny said, sternly.

"Oh, well, then you need a secret identity. Like Spiderman and the others. No one knows

that Spiderman is...who is he again?" Sam asked. Danny giggled.

"Peter Parker, Sam. Yeah, you're right. But what sorta sounds like Fenton and has to do

with ghosts?" Danny asked. Then it hit him. He looked at the ghost in his right hand and

smiled. "Danny Phantom." He said out loud. "That's his name. And he's gonna get our

presents back!" He exclaimed, making the ghosts fight. sam smiled and pretended with

Danny. Until Dash came over.

"Hey, Fen-tiny!" The blonde said, taking Danny's clay version of him.

"Hey, Dash give that back!" Danny said, trying to stand up but Dash shoved him down.

"Who's this supposed to be. You?" Dash asked laughing.

"Yeah..." Danny mumbled. Sam stood up.

"Can you give that back, Dash? We were playing with it." Sam said angrily.

"But I wanna play too." He said innocently.

"You do?" Sam asked. Dash then got a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, I wanna make Fen-tina eat it!" He then shoved the clay Danny Phantom into

Danny's mouth.

"Ha ha, you're a clay eater! See ya losers!" Dash started to saunter away. Danny's eyes

started to tear up, then he did something Sam never thought he could do. As Dash was

sauntering away, Danny stood up and took the deformed clay and shoved it Dash's

hair. Now as everyone knows, when playdough is wet it can start to bleed into the

person's clothes. Well, it started to turn Dash's hair black. Danny stood back and stared

at Dash, not believing that he did it. Dash turned around to see Sam laughing. Danny

came over his shock and started to laugh too.

"What's your problem?" Sam pointed to the mirror and Dash saw his hair turning black.

Dash started to cry and ran to the teacher. Sam gave Danny a high-five and the two went

back to playing.

End of Flashback

Danny laughed as he remembered the incident. Then he realized something. He had created the Box ghost and his own alter ego ten years before they existed. He narrowed his eyes and thought.

It's strange. Why would I have done that? Did I really know that I would be Danny

Phantom and I would fight the box ghost? Or did someone make that decision for me?

Danny heard the door bell ring and he got up to get it. A photo fell before he got up, but he didn't see it. It was a picture of Sam giving a kiss on Danny's cheek in the preschool class photo.

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Wasn't that cute? I sure thought so. Although I did write it. Please give me a review.

KatrinaKaiba