A/N: Sorry this took so long but nothing I seemed to write satisfied me. I kept writing stuff then erasing it then rewriting it... and it was really bad. But, here it is! Chapter two of the ongoing saga of the switched folks.
So, please read and review! I want to know what you think!

Obsessive Creativity

"No, Cujo I don't want to play," I said sleepily, trying to push the dog away from me. He kept licking my face and it was getting annoying. I wanted to sleep. I was bone tired. But he persisted… as did some other canine. "Stop it Wulf. I don't wanna save the world right now."

"Grrrr…" growled one of them as they grabbed the sheets off me. Much to my dismay, they ended up dragging me onto the floor since I was tangled in the blankets. I fell to the floor in a heap of dog, blanket, and kid.

"Cut it out you two!" I shouted as I finally rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Then I realized that it wasn't Cujo and Wulf. It was Danny and Phantom! Drat!

"Grrrr!" answered Phantom and pounced on me. Again, he resumed his earlier lick attacks. Soon Danny joined in on the fun and before I knew it I was covered head to toe in dog saliva and fur. Not a good combination.

"Will you two KNOCK IT OFF?!" I shouted for what seemed the millionth time as I finally managed to escape the overly affectionate dogs. I stood up and brushed myself off. Sheesh! What does a guy turned into a girl have to do to get rest around here? It seemed like every time I turned around someone was pestering me. I had trouble getting some peace and quiet around my home but this place is impossible! I can't wait to leave!

I pushed the two dogs out of the room and closed the door behind me. Due to my earlier… um… predicament I hadn't gotten to really look at the room much. Now that I had some free time, I finally got to take a good look at the place.

The room in one word: obsessed. Or obsession. The kid, Andrea, had so much of the walls covered you could barely see the green paint underneath the posters, pictures, bulletin boards, and bookshelves that covered almost every square inch of the walls. Even the ceiling was covered! A white fan hung in the center of the ceiling. On the part of the ceiling that hovered above the bed was a cluster of glowing plastic moons and stars that were rearranged to spell out words, phrases, and, as mentioned before, my DP insignia. Some of these words and phrases were: "Danalyze", "Phantomize", "DXS 4eva", "Save Danny!", "Cross Over To The Dark Side", and "Who's Your Phantom?" Needless to say, I was scared at the last one. I was even more worried at the "Cross Over To The Dark Side" one. I mean, this girl isn't in league with Freakshow, is she? That would be bad… though it would give me an opportunity to get back at Freakshow a bit more… But anyway, back to the description.

The posters, there were hundreds of them! Some were regular posters you might buy at a store. Others were actual drawings, paintings, carvings, pictures that came off of the internet (some of them edited), and the like of me! And they were so detailed it was sickening! She drew every single hair on my head individually! What was even more sickening was that she had series drawings. One group was of for emotions, what I looked like when I was sad, happy, angry, etc. Another group was for various relationships that I had: me with Paulina, Valerie, Sam, Tucker, Jazz, my parents… myself?!

I looked closer at that drawing. It was a picture of my ghost form with my human form curdled up together under the stars. Ew…

"Fruitloop," I muttered before looking at the title of the drawing. It read 'DannyXPhantom: Pitch Pearl'. I'm guessing the X is supposed to be a plus sign and that 'Pitch Pearl' is the title of the couple. "Ew…"

I looked closer at the way the relationship pictures were organized and finally began to understand it some what. The Pitch Pearl picture had been under the label 'Slash'. So 'slash' must be guy on guy love… which is gross mainly because it, in this instance, involves me. The pictures of me with Paulina, Valerie, and Sam were under the title 'Canon Pairings, non-slash'. I guess that means that these are the realistic couples. After that were the pictures with my family. These were under the heading 'Familial Love'. Fairly easy to understand. Lastly were the 'Plutonic Love' pictures. These had me with Tucker, Frostbite, Clockwork, Wulf, Danni, Amorpho, Cujo, and Skulker.

"Wait? Skulker?! I hate Skulker!" I say as I turn back to look at that pastel drawing. Yes, you read it right. It's in pastels. It's a picture of me and Skulker hugging. Ew! Gross! "I'm going to have nightmares from that."

I turn away and walk down the line of relentless pictures, some more disturbing than others. Some are nice! Like there's this one of me getting a massage from Sam. That one I can handle. Then there are ones of me being killed, rejected (I really hate those ones), and violated. Those ones I am tempted to utterly destroy. I would love to burn, rip, shred, and then stuff down this girl's throat because they are so wrong! Just thinking at them makes me angry!... and hurt. Why would someone draw that? Why would someone want to draw me having my throat slit? What did I ever do to them?

I sigh and move on. That's when I notice it. The laptop. Most people I know have journals on their computers. They think their personal information is safe there, but it's not.

I grin and pick up the sleek black object. I open it. The think automatically turns on. Little beeps and whirls comes from it. The screen flashes and a pop up box asks for a password. I grin again. This should be easy.

I type in 'Danny' first. Wrong. 'Phantom'. Wrong. 'Danny Phantom'. Wrong. I narrow my eyes. 'Andrea Phantom'. Right. What a fruitloop.

The main screen comes up and it takes everything in me not to drop the laptop when I see the background. Again, it was a picture of me… a drawn picture of me half hanging out of a bathtub. Bubble letters spell out the question, "Want to Play?"

I sneer at the picture. I swear this fruitloop has no respect for me. I mean really! She has me hanging out of a bathtub! Naked! What is wrong with her?!

I lean back and feel something under my hand (I'm sitting on the bed by the way). I pick up the offending plushie and immediately drop it. It was back. The evil thing smirks at me and waves.

"The phangirls are waiting," it giggles. "They're waiting for you to join them!"

"Shut up!" I yell at it. I throw it across the room, but its voice keeps echoing in my ears!

"Join the phangirls Danny! They're waiting for you!" it taunted.

"Shut up you stupid plushie!" I yell again while covering my ears.

"Join the phangirls! They're waiting to give you a bubble bath! Hurry Danny before the water gets cold! Join them!"

"I don't want a bubble bath!"

Its voice finally begins to fade. "Join the phangirls… Join them Danny… The bubble bath and the phangirls are waiting…"

"I hate that plushie," I mutter and uncover my ears. I look at the screen. "And I'm really beginning to hate Andrea." I randomly click on a folder that reads 'Phanfiction'. A list of documents pops up.

"So she's a fruitloop, an artist, and a writer. Goody!" I click on a document titled 'Violets'. The document opens. I begin scanning the page. I wish I hadn't.

"He lied next to her on the silky bed, staring into her violet eyes. She reaches out and strokes his cheek. He takes her hand in his and kisses it.

'I love you, Sam. I'm sorry I never saw it before," he confesses. He pulls her closer to him. "But I do now."

He kisses her passionately. She kisses him back with equal passion. When they finally break apart for air she moans, "Oh, Danny."

They kiss again. "Oh, Sam."

She reaches down between his…"

"Oh my gosh!" I yelp as I quickly close the document. "That was not school appropriate!"

Like an idiot I open another document. This one was titled 'And The Blood Ran Thick'. It read:

" 'Die! Die! Die! Die!' Valerie screamed as she repeatedly stabbed Danny again and again. 'Die you ghost scum! Die!'

'Stop Valerie! You don't understand!' Danny yells as she rams her foot long knife into him.

'I understand plenty you freak of nature!' she cries.

'No!' Danny cries as he reverts back into his human form.

'What!' Valerie says in shock as she sees her former boyfriend lying in a bloody puddle before her. 'You are Danny Fenton too!'

'Yes,' Danny groans.

Valerie blinks. 'Die!' she yells and resumes her earlier stabbings."

"What was that?!" I wonder. "Valerie's not like that at all! Sure she has a grudge against me. Sure she chases me with an ectogun while I'm in ghost form. But she's not that violent!"

I close the document and the folder. There was too much bad fanfiction there. Instead I decide to go on the internet. Why not? I double click on the internet icon I ask as I see the homepage come up. And before me appears a list of Danny Phantom fanfics. "You've got to be joking."

I begin reading the list. There were a lot of crazy titles, summaries, and abbreviations. What 'DXOC' means is beyond me. And what is an oneshot? It someone has a gun with only one bullet in it. Or maybe the author only has one chance to impress his or her fellow fanfic writers. Whatever.

Again, like an idiot, I click on a fanfic by someone named 'Kiss4Danny'. Their story was titled 'Games' which sounded good at first… that is, until I read it.

"Danny sat next to Tucker in his room. Both stared captivated by the tv as they played a video game.

'I bet I can get to the end of this level before you, Tucker!' Danny exclaimed as his character got a power boost.

'You won't win!' Tucker replied.

They played and played and neither won. It was sad.

'I'm bored,' Danny said as he put his controller down.

'I'm not bored,' Tucker says while staring at Danny.

'Why?' asked Danny.

Then Tucker jumps on Danny and starts kissing him.

'Because I have a better game,' says Tucker.

'I like this game,' said Danny.

Then Jazz hears kissing in Danny's room and decides to investigate. She opened the door and finds Danny and Tucker lying on the floor making out."

By that time I couldn't take any more.

"Ew…" I said, then realized it was better if I didn't speak. I ran out of the room, past the overly affectionate dogs, and into the bathroom. Ten seconds later the toilet is filled with the contents of my stomach and I'm on the floor moaning. I don't like slash.

"Hehehehe, the phanboys love you Danny," says a cruel, evil voice from beside me. I tilt my head back slightly and see that wretched plushie.

"Go away," I groan. I grip my stomach tighter as another wave of nausea hits me.

"The phangirls want to give you a bubble bath. The phanboys want to help. Let them Danny. They love you," it snickers.

"No," I groan again.

"Join them, Danny. They're waiting."

I slowly stand up and stumble back into the room. I lie down on the bed, but suddenly feel weird. I get back up and head for the bathroom. I open the cabinet door and pull out another pad.

"I hate being a girl," I grumble as the plushie cackles.

A/N: By the way, the fake fanfics weren't meant to insult anyone. They were just meant to be funny. So with that said, please review! I'll give you an plushie!