Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers! This chapter is somewhat short, but I'll have the next up within the next three days, you have my word on that! I already have it all typed out, edited, and uploaded to my documents, so all I need to do is post it.
Sorry if anyone seems a bit ooc, I haven't actually watched any of my taped DP episodes in a while (I have them all, though the first is on a fuzzy tape and has really bad picture). All the dialogue and personality traits are done from memory and from the fact that I've been reading an enormosly huge amount of fanfiction without watching the show. Let me know if you think anyone could be portrayed better and what you think is wrong, and I'll try to correct it in furute chapters.
So without further adeau, here's Chapter One: Fear Itself.
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Danny blinked twice, staring at Dash in amazement. "I don't think we're even in our own dimension anymore."
He walked forward to the next fork, turning back to Dash. "You coming?"
The quarterback's eyes grew wide again. If he kept this up he would never be able to make his face return to normal ever again. "Are you crazy? We're gonna get killed!"
Danny shrugged, "If you wanna stay here it's fine with me, but I wanna at least try to get out of here alive." 'Or at least as alive as I was going in,' he added mentally.
He then found himself wondering if his powers still worked here. Pulling his arm out of Dash's sight, he quickly made it invisible. A green glow appeared around his hand, disappearing as he reassured himself that at last those two things still worked. If they did then it was likely that everything else did as well. He couldn't test that assumption now, Dash was already giving him curious looks. He would just have to hope that he wouldn't have to use his powers at all, and pray that they would all function properly if he did.
Dash interrupted Danny's thoughts with an angry accusation. "If you hadn't made fun of that ghost we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place!"
Danny glanced up at the other boy, completely unconcerned. He started down the left fork as he replied, "We would be here no matter what. He would have found some reason to hate us. Some ghosts don't like people just because they're still breathing."
Dash gave Danny yet another curious look as he caught up. "You say that like you're not."
The smaller of the two boys winced slightly at that, rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling uneasily. He suddenly seemed to realize something and stopped short. "Dash? What are you most afraid of?"
Dash looked just plain furious now. He grabbed Danny by the collar and pinned him up against the wall, snarling a warning at the other boy.
Danny held up his hands in a condescending gesture. "Despair said we would live out our worst fears. I just want to know what we're up against."
Dash lowered him to the ground slowly, realization finally dawning on his face. He looked down at the ground as they continued to walk, turning right when the hall dead ended into a "T". "I hate the dark," he admitted. "And being puny, but that's another story."
It was all Danny could do not to laugh at the memories of a mini version of Dash having a panic attack in the Fenton's kitchen.
"What about you?"
Danny flinched visibly at Dash's question. He looked down at the floor, his eyes clouded with painful memories. "Myself." The word was spoken in an almost inaudible whisper. "I'm afraid of what I could do to anyone who got in my way."
Dash almost didn't hear the response, but when he had deciphered what Fenton had said he became puzzled. Why would he be afraid of himself?
Dash's thoughts were interrupted by a brilliant green blast that was suddenly flying straight toward him.
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I actually do have an idea for where I'm going with this, so don't worrry. The second half of Danny's fears will come about in chapters three and four, so stick around!
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