Hello again! I'm finally updating! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Be sure to read the author's not at the end.
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Chapter 2: Creating and Brainstorming
Tucker left quietly, hoping to not further enrage the now serene and preoccupied lovebirds that swarmed around the room hunting for whatever art supplies that had ever been brought and forgotten about in Danny's pig sty of a room.
"Sam! Can you check in the bottom left-hand corner of my desk drawer for a ruler?" Danny requested.
"Aha! Found it! Hey, do you have any paint brushes?" Sam would reply.
They rampaged through the small, messy, blue room for about fifteen minutes before collapsing into two heaps on the ground next to a huge mound of charcoal pencils, watercolors, used art sets, paint brushes, rulers, crayons, colored pencils, paper, pens, markers, scissors, staplers, and tape.
The two sat for a while and stared with their eyes glazed over at the massive mound of assorted resources. Glances were thrown at each other every once in a while as they sat there quietly, trying to figure out how they were going to create a story about themselves.
"So, what are we going to do? Make things up or actually record the things that actually happen?" Danny asked.
Sam sat for a second and began to remember all that they had gone through since that fateful day when Danny had had his accident in the Fenton's basement.
"I guess we could start by making a comic about how you actually got your powers. Even if we made things up later, we would still have to show how you got this way!" Sam suggested.
Danny sighed, and also began to think about that fateful day when his life had been completely changed forever. He grabbed a sheet of paper and began to draw straight, evenly spaced lines on the plain white sheet using a pencil.
"My dad and I used to play this game when I was little. I guess it was a little bit before he had started to get so preoccupied with ghosts." he began.
"Yea..?" Sam grabbed a pencil for herself.
"It actually was a comic book. He would write the heading, conversations, or words at the top in the first comic box. Then, he would allow me to illustrate for that box and write the words in the next box. Then we would switch roles until we were done."
"That sounds like a fun way to do this! Do you want to start?" Sam exclaimed.
Danny never replied, and instead began writing the words for the first box. Sam tried to get a glance at what he was writing, but he pushed her away and covered it up with his hand.
"No peaking!" He pouted.
Sam laughed, and stared at him sitting there with a distant look on his face. Danny had always been her buddy for creation funny pictures and stories when they were little, an it seemed as if that part of their friendship that had disappeared when Danny had gotten his powers had come back.
The serene look on his face made her blood cool, and her stomach flutter. She had been trying to push away the deep feelings that she had for him for a while, and being alone with him like this was just making it even harder.
"Ha! Done!" Danny proclaimed, and Sam was pulled out of her trance. He thrust his light beige hand at her and placed the paper on her leg.
Sam brought it up closer to her face and began to read it.
Jack and Maddie Fenton, Amity Park's seemingly insane ghost hunters, called their children into their basement. Jazz Fenton walked carefully down the steps as her younger brother, Danny Fenton, invited his two best friends (Sam Manson and Tucker Foley) to join them.
When she looked up, she gave a thumbs up to Danny before hitting her own pencil to the paper. Both of them were rather good artists, as they had spent most of their childhood drawing cruel, silly pictures of one another.
Danny had followed suit and stared at Sam with a blank look on his face as she had done before to him. (Without him noticing, of course.) To him, she had been beautiful since the eighth grade when they had all hit the stage of raging teenage hormones.
She had always been there for him since that day in Kindergarten when he stopped five-year-old Paulina from drawing all over Sam's scribbled picture of herself in pink crayon. After the events that had followed the birth of Danny Phantom, he had realized even more that there was absolutely no way that he could live without her.
"Here clueless one, your turn!" She remarked after finishing her share of the project.
Danny didn't even bother to mumble his usually questioning of why he was the clueless one. Instead, he stared at the illustration that Sam had created right before him.
Sam's drawing and coloring, to put it lightly, was rather dark and heavily sketched, but had a feeling of warmth about it. In the frame, Danny's parents were shown calling down the trio and Jazz. You could see shadows coming down the stairs.
The two parents began to describe the job of a large piece of machinery that they called a Ghost Portal.
In the speech bubbles that Sam had drawn in the next box, the Fenton's words could be seen.
"This invention right here is a portal that can bring you into the place where ghosts live and come from!We Fenton's call it the Ghost Zone!"
"You children are going to witness how it works as soon as we power it up!"
Danny thought for a few seconds before letting his mind wander back, and drawing what he remembered. His drawing was in a similar style as Sam's, and pictured Jack and Maddie boasting while about to plug in the portal.
The two of them continued creating the first page of the comic book, keeping to the pattern that they had started with. Eventually, they had managed to show how the portal didn't work, the looks of disappointment on the ghost hunters faces, and the cheery words of the teenagers who had gathered in the basement.
The two of them went downstairs for a few minutes to get two sodas, and then continued on. Danny had first started the next page by writing The Next Day...at the top of the page.
Sam drew what she remembered of the scene before Danny had entered the portal and received his powers. Pictured there, was Danny sliding on the silver and black jumpsuit that he had worn as he entered the portal. Sam had a camera in her hand, and Tucker was peering cautiously into the portal.
When Danny continued, he had to reminiscent about that fateful moment before continuing.
Flashback:
"Ugh. Remind me why I'm going into that spooky portal thing again?" Danny moaned.
"Because, you want to tell us what it's like inside one of your parents inventions!" Sam persisted before taking a snapshot of Danny and the portal.
"Right...Danny can you please hurry up and get this over with? That thing gives me the creeps. I feel like it's going to do something weird any second now." Tucker shuddered.
"Stop being such a worrywart Tucker. You saw how it didn't work before. It's harmless!" Sam assured him.
Danny ignored their remarks as he stepped carefully into the three-dimensional metal octagon. The cold feeling in the portal itself was enough to amaze him. He became so preoccupied with the design of the invention that he never even noticed the thick extension cord that made it's way into the wall.
He found himself flung into the wall after tripping, and his hand touched a cold, round button.
Sirens were heard, and a female voice began counting down from 5 before he even knew he had tripped.
Sam and Tucker's shrieks could be heard, but Danny was frozen in a panicked trance.
"Three...two..." The voice counted.
He attempted to escape the portal, but before he could reach the exit pain seared into him. A freezing feeling of no escape filled him as he attempted to stumble out of the invention.
He managed to get out before the portal had finished activating completely, and he fell onto the cold metal floor.
"Danny...?" He heard a faint voice ask unsure.
"Danny?" Sam waved in front of his face. "Aren't you gonna finish?"
Danny shook his head, and peered back at the goth girl who bore a concerned look.
"Sorry, I kinda spaced there. I really don't know how I'm going to finish this one. Can you do it from your perspective, please?" Danny requested in a quiet tone.
Sam looked at him, finally realizing that maybe this memory had been much worse than hers. She sighed after patting him on the shoulder and taking the new paper, and began to recap her own recollection of the fateful event.
Ahahaha! I made this one quite a bit longer than I usually do, so you should be happier that I pushed this off for a little bit. Basically, in this story there is going to be Danny/Sam romance, recollection of alot of the main events in the show, and my own special twist. (Hint: Never leave stuff laying around.) I hope that all of this has sparked your interest in this story. Also, one of the reviewers for the first chapter has kindly offered to help me in creating an actual comic book. (I'm not naming anyone at this point in case they don't want to do it anymore.) So that would be nice if it works out, wouldn't it!!!
Alright, review and tell me what you thing please!