I don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does. I do own this story, though.
The two stared at it for a minute. Maddie shook her head.
"This is bizarre. I mean, who would the ghost boy have who he's afraid of them dying? And the evil part..." She said. Jack seemed to put two and two together, though.
"Didn't Danny have the same fears? What if they're the same person?" He suggested. His wife frowned.
"No, of course not, Jack. He's human. Danny Phantom's a ghost. And besides, that incident where he lost his face is enough proof that he's not." She said. Jack nodded.
"Guess you're right. But still, fear of becoming evil? Isn't he evil already? But I still find it kind of off with that incident. For one thing, his eyes were red, plus he said his name was 'Billy'." He said, scratching his chin. "Something doesn't add up."
"Lets go down to the lab," Maddie said. "We can continue analysis there." She said.
Danny rubbed his forehead anxiously. He wasn't sure what the new device was, and it worried him. What did it do? What would happen? He briefly heard a knock on the door, and as he stood up to go answer it, Jazz burst in on her own. She looked at him and could instantly read his facial expression.
"Danny, what's wrong?" She asked. Her brother sat down again and sighed.
"Mom and dad have a new invention. I think it zapped me a little this morning, and a few minutes ago when they saw me above the roof after catching the Box Ghost again. I'm not sure what it is, and it makes me uneasy- I'm not positive if I want to go down and ask- Lord knows what it does and whether or not it would go off again." He said, griping his head. Jazz shrugged.
"I can see if I can go ask, if it makes you feel better." She said. Her brother looked up, some worry leaving him.
"Really? That would be huge help. Thanks, Jazz." He said. His sister smiled and nodded as she left to go ask.
Maddie and Jack groaned as they threw yet another ball of paper toward the trash can. This was probably the most confusing day they'd ever face- even more so than a college exam. Jack sat up.
"I just don't get it! Nothing adds up!...Other than the fact that the ghost boy and Danny have the same fears." He said. His wife sighed.
"Hon, I dunno..." She said. They then heard footsteps coming down to the lab, and as they looked, they saw Jazz. Maddie smiled. "Hey sweetie."
"Hey mom." Jazz said. She examined the room. "Wow, looks like you two are busy down here. Anyhow, I'm just curious, what are you working on?" She asked. Jack gave her a surprised look.
"Wow, you never ask that, Jazzerincess. Well, if we tell you, don't tell Danny, alright?" He said. Jazz nodded with fingers crossed behind her back. Her father smiled a little. "Well, we invented a new device that tells us fears or phobias of any person we want! We used it on your brother, and it said he was afraid of becoming evil or losing those he cares about by death. We're just not sure it all adds up. All that seems to is the ghost boy and Danny had the same fears...But Danny can't be a ghost. He's a human." He said. "We just don't know what's up. Both of us need to know why he's been acting so funny the last couple of months."
Jazz stared at them for a minute, before muttering "Ohh...Okay..." somewhat worriedly. She feigned a smile. "Well, got stuff to do, y'know? Bye!" She said, leaving. Maddie looked suspicious.
"Jazz doesn't just ask like that. Something's up."
"Well?" Danny asked. His sister sat down next to him on his bed.
"Alright, remember to pretend I didn't tell you anything." She said. He nodded. "Well, they invented something that can tell a person's fears- they used it on you this morning because they want to know why you've been acting so funny. And then they used it on you in ghost form again- thus showing the same results. They're really, really confused right now- they've already been down there for hours and knowing our parents, it's not likely they'll leave until they have some sort of idea as to what's up with you." She said, seeming to trying to hint something. Her brother groaned.
"Oh, geez. I'm guessing they'll eventually figure out my secret- or maybe they won't- I don't know. But I don't want to go down and talk to them- it'd just prove that you lied and told me anyhow. What do I do, Jazz?" He asked. His sister sighed and put an arm around him.
"That's up for you to decide, little brother. But no matter what you do, I'm here for you." She said. Danny sighed and returned the gesture, putting his arm around his sister.
"Thanks, Jazz. If they don't come out in a few hours, though, I'll have to do what I really don't want to do."