Hey I'm back and I officially hate gcses. I wanted to post this yesterday, you know when it was actually halloween, but my wifi said no.

Anyway, enjoy!

Dash Baxter was going to have the best Halloween costume ever. He would admit, it wasn't overly original, but he'd ordered the material specially off the internet, and gotten his cousin who ran a tailor shop to make it for him. They had raised an eyebrow when he'd shown them the sketches, but they'd done it. Now, Dash had the most awesomest costume in amity park. was awesomest a word? Dash wasn't sure; he was failing English.

He stood in front of his mirror, preening at his reflection. He'd gotten a cheap wig as well, then taken some scissors and chopped until it looked perfect. He had wanted to dye his hair to make it more authentic, but his mom wouldn't let him and it was too short anyway.

The black material of his costume worked with the white boots and he had drawn his own little DP symbol to go on his chest. Not to brag or anything, but he looked awesome. He looked just like Danny Phantom, if Phantom was taller and more muscular and generally better looking. In Dash's opinion anyway.

Although there would undoubtedly be a lot of Phantom costumes tonight, Dash was sure that his would be the best.

He was meant to be going to a party tonight, and his girlfriend had agreed to coordinate their outfits. Paulina was going to go as that female Phantom who had turned up recently. There was a lot of controversy about who she was: some said a girlfriend, some said a sister or a cousin. Some people thought she was the result of a cloning gone wrong. 'some people' was Wes Weston the mad conspiracy theorist, and no one believed him. Whatever the case, Dash had gotten his reluctant cousin to make a Dani Phantom costume in just Paulina's size and she, while mourning the loss of her zombie princess look, agreed that they would make a fantastic statement together.

Dash raced downstairs once he was content with his fabulous appearance, ignored his parents disapproving looks, and rushed out of the door, only stopping to grab his roll of toilet paper from the counter. Parties were great, but trick or treating came first.

An hour later, he'd made his way down most of the houses on his street, and was moving onto the one round the corner, when he caught the neon flashing of Fentonworks out of the corner of his eye. Dash grinned. What he wouldn't give to prank Fenton and his weirdo family. Maybe he could pretend to be the real Phantom and scare the living daylights out of Fentoad who was notoriously scared of the ghost for some reason. Yeah. That would be great.

He reached the Fentons residence soon enough, only stopping to grab candy from a couple of houses along the way, and he grimaced at the colossal glowing pumpkin they had stuck outside on the porch. Dash wasn't sure how they had got it to glow green like that, and he didn't want to find out. He gulped, and stepped up to ring the doorbell.

He heard thundering from somewhere in the house, and was nearly knocked off his feet by Fenton's dad pointing a… gun… at him. Was that even legal?

"Away with you, spook!" the man boomed. "You're not haunting us tonight! And stop coming back here! It's the fifth time this evening!"

"Dad!" Dash glanced hopefully up to see someone else appear at the door. "It's a costume, for the hundredth time." The person turned to Dash and smiled apologetically. "It's only an ectogun. It can't hurt humans."

The newcomer was also in a Phantom costume (a really good one actually, although Dash wouldn't admit it.)

"You never know." Mr Fenton growled. "Spooks are sneaky."

The Phantom groaned, hiding his head in his hands. "Dad."

It took Dash longer than it should have to realise that this Phantom was actually Danny Fenton, and he did a double take, because the nerd looked so real.

"Fenton?" he whispered.

Danny looked down at him, eyeing his uneven wig. "Dash?"

"Uh…"

"Oh my god. Right." He disappeared again for a second, as if into thin air, then came back with a bag full of candy. "Take some and go." Danny told him. "Seriously, go. My mom will be out soon, and she's even less tolerant of Phantom costumes than dad is."

Dash had to raise an eyebrow at that, because Danny evidently hadn't looked in the mirror lately.

"I know." He admitted. "I had to talk them into it. Took forever. Now please, go. You can beat me up or whatever tomorrow, but go away."

Dash took the candy and left.

On his way home, he thought he saw some other wannabe phantoms, but none of them came close to his costume. No one but Fenton. Dash was still reeling over the encounter. Danny's suit had looked so real. It had the ethereal glow that the real Phantom's did, and his hair seemed to defy gravity in the same way that the ghosts did all the time. Not only that, but either Danny had found an extremely good wig, or he'd bleached his own hair and dyed it pure white. For a guy with dark hair, surely that was going a bit far? He'd also put in contacts, which Dash had not been allowed to do on account of his mom being paranoid that his dad's allergy was hereditary. Fenton's contacts were literally glowing. They looked every bit as toxic and dangerous as Phantom.

Dash never thought he'd put Danny Fenton and dangerous in the same sentence.

Anyway, that didn't matter right now. He could think about it when he wasn't late to meet with Paulina. Paulina didn't tolerate lateness any more than she tolerated acne.

She was waiting by his door when he came back, all ready to go and smiling dangerously. Dash stuck on his best grin and looped his arm through hers.

When they arrived, the party was in full swing, which was probably what Paulina was intending. She was always going on about being fashionably late. Dash certainly agreed with the fashionable bit. They looked incredible, if he didn't say so himself.

Kwan was hosting, and he met them as they came in, fully decked out in a shirt and jeans with fake glasses perched on his face. He winked at Dash as he tugged his shirt down to reveal blue and red spandex underneath. Paulina only rolled her eyes and proclaimed superman to be old and tired.

Dash had thought he and Paulina were late, but that was nothing compared to the last group to arrive to the party. He wasn't even sure why they were invited, but Kwan said he felt bad for them.

The trio of losers came through the door, and everyone went quiet. The music stopped, the slosh of drinks in their red cups ceased and silence reigned.

"Well." Said Danny Fenton, still donning his extraordinarily realistic costume, with the addition of a string of glowsticks. "Let's get this party started."

Next to him, a wall of black with some wings that Dash could only assume was the freaky goth girl grinned. "Hell yeah. Who's ready for shit to go down?"

Some brave soul broke the silence from the rest of the room. "What are you meant to be, Sam?"

Sam, in all her gothic glory, glared menacingly at the poor kid. "Isn't it obvious?" she growled. The kid shook his head. Her face contorted even more. Danny giggled. "I'm a bat." Sam finally said. "And I'm better than you."

The kid didn't debate that.

Once people had gotten up the courage to start talking again and someone had turned the music back on, Dash took the opportunity to survey the last member of the trio. Tucker Foley was leaning against one of Kwan's dad's paintings which he knew the guy would hate while talking nonchalantly to Fenton. Who was literally glowing. Dash shook his head in disbelief and focused on Foley. He was wearing what was apparently a huge computer on his head. Like, he had the screen over his eyes, then there was a hole for the mouth and nose and a keyboard pattern over his arms. Dash thought it was one of the worst Halloween costumes he had ever seen, and his sister usually dressed up as a my little pony.

Dash was sure that was everybody once the loser trio had arrived, but that theory was soon debunked when the red huntress turned up at Kwan's door.

Dash saw her come in, and although he couldn't see her face, he could imagine her sneering. What could the red huntress want with a party of teens? Was she here to act as the police and break it up? Was she here to get cheap alcohol?

He saw the exact moment she saw Danny, and he saw the exact moment Danny's eyes widened as he saw her.

"Val?" he said. Dash, who was close enough to hear that, was confused. Did he mean… Valerie? Was that Valerie?

"Phantom." The red huntress sneered. "Of course you'd be here. Infiltrating and corrupting these innocent and sensible kids." She turned to see two of Dash's teammates wrestling on the floor. "Ok. Maybe not sensible."

"Val, it's not what it looks like!" Fenton pleaded. "It's me, Danny!"

"Yeah I know." She said. "You give yourself that name, Phantom, but everyone knows you're just trying to be human. Lying."

"Val please!"

"Don't call me that!" and the red huntress… Valerie? Launched herself at Danny Fenton.

Dash, who had been incredibly confused at that point, got even more confused when Fenton flew into the air and formed one of Phantom's ectoshields to protect himself from a blast that Valerie shot at him. With a huge gun. That materialised from her suit.

She groaned, and fired again, forcing Fenton to put up another shield, turning invisible as he did.

All of this would be totally normal, but this was Danny Fenton, not Danny Phantom. This was all wrong!

The hunter and Fenton ended up sprawled on the floor, wrestling in much the same way as the football players had done earlier. The red huntress's helmet thing came off at one point, and everyone gasped as Valerie Gray was revealed. She simply snarled and fought Danny with even more vigour. Fenton was obviously getting tired, and Dash could see he was trying to gradually lead Valerie outside and presumably away from the party.

Shit, Fenton really knew what he was doing, didn't he? Like everyone else, Dash raced outside to watch the aerial fight when the two took to the air, Fenton (Phantom?) firing blasts at Valerie's hoverboard, while she shot at him directly. It was almost mesmerising to watch, but the experience was marred by knowing that it was two of his classmates up there. That somehow, the powerful otherworldly being was nerdy Danny Fenton. The one who risked his life almost daily for their city. The one who protected them at all costs, and the one who, most importantly, had a better costume than Dash.

Never written Dash before. Don't think I did his huge ego justice. On another note, this is probably the least amount of dialogue I've ever done in one of these, so that's good? I think?