Oh my, strange first line copy. That wasn't in my original document. I still need at least 1 beta reader. 2 is better. Also- find the Doctor Who reference! …it's small and doesn't matter if you've never see the show, but if you haven't WATCH IT.
FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER! I don't own Danny Phantom, or any of these characters except for Lillian and Michelle and whatever random characters I make up. I don't own Nickelodeon or Butch Hartman (that would be illegal slavery). This is a blanket for the first, second, and all other chapters.
I write chapters mostly by events, at least that's how I think I'll do it, so short chapters may mean less to read, but they also mean faster updating. Although, now that I look on my previous chapter it does look pretty sad.
Oh! A challenge- I'll be giving out huge, and I mean huge hints, so in a few chapters you should know who it is but if you don't, try and guess who Lillian's dad is!
POV CHANGE:
Lillian Fenton
The two of them seemed nice enough. Danny seemed a bit distant and clueless, but then again all guys are. Jazz was a little too peppy for my taste, but she was still nice and we'd already become good friends.
They showed me their bedrooms upstairs and the main floor. It was a nice, quaint house. "So, what's next?" I asked.
Jazz and Danny gave each other a look. "There's the basement," Danny said, "but I'm not sure if you want to go down there. It's a mine field of my dad's ghost hunting equipment."
I nodded. "Sounds dangerous, but I'd still like to see it, if that's okay. There were aliens in London, so I'm sure I'll be fine."
Danny had an amazed look on his face and froze. "Aliens?"
Jazz, not bothered by this bit of information, opened the door, flipped the light switch and led me downstairs. "This it the Fenton Works basement, one of the most comprehensive ghost hunting labs in all of Amity Park."
I looked around at all of the machinery, most of it was green. I went over and picked up a boomerang. "What's a boomerang used for?" It turned on, and curiosity over came me so I couldn't help but throw it. It went in a circle for a minute and then froze, pointing at Danny. Danny, who was halfway down the stairs, froze also. The boomerang flew straight for him and he dodged by jumping off the stairs, but not fast enough because the flying toy whacked him in the head.
"Ooph," he said, landing on the floor. Jazz grabbed the boomerang before it could go after Danny again and turned it off.
"What was that?" I asked.
Danny got up off the floor and dusted himself off. "It's called a boo-merang. It's supposed to key in on ghosts, but it only reacts to me, for some reason. So please, no turning that on again."
"Okay, sorry." I saw a big circular device in the wall. "Hey, what's that?"
"Fenton Portal to the Ghost Zone," he said, "but it doesn't work." Blue air then came from his mouth. "Um, Jazz?"
"Danny, what was that from your mouth-"
"I just remembered that we forgot something in the living room," Jazz babbled, while Danny was dragging her up the stairs. "We'll be back in a minute."
I stared blankly at them. "Well, do you want me to come with-"
"No, no, we're fine. Just stay down here." They exited and the door slammed.
I shrugged. That was certainly weird, but I had seen weirder before. Instead, I decided to turn my attention to the Fenton Portal. He said it didn't work, but I was good at machinery and curious about it's insides.
I wandered inside and saw that it really wasn't that complicated. The cords all went to the power source, and in theory it should make a thin sheet of energy that could rip a hole in our dimension creating a portal to the ghost zone (quantum physics is one of my interests). It seemed as if all of the cords were properly placed, and I didn't see why it wouldn't work, unless…
I wandered around to the back and saw that it wasn't plugged in. Could they really be that stupid, I thought? I plugged in the cord and wandered back inside the portal. I really shouldn't, after all I could get hurt, but then again life's no fun without risk! I closed my eyes and pushed the on button.
Bright green energy ripped through me and I rose off the ground. I then realized that it was a really bad idea. It felt as if my body was being ripped apart molecule by molecule, which it probably was. I screamed in my head for it to stop, then screamed out loud, and it did. I fell to the ground and, with the last of my energy, crawled out onto the cold concrete floor, before I blacked out.