Hello, everyone! I'm back with the next chapter! Thank you to those who've read the first chapter. Now, let's get to main plot of this story!
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Danny moaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. His vision was slightly blurry. After a few moments, it cleared up and Danny's head stopped spinning. Danny attempted to push himself up onto his back legs, but he was thrown off balance and fell back down onto his stomach. Confused, Danny looked down at his arms and found black cat paws instead. Danny's eye widened to the size of of dinner plates as the memories came flooding back. The ghost cat, the chase, and the crazy cat ghost that did this to him.
Danny began to panic. He was a cat, and he didn't know if there was a way to turn him back. He looked around at his surroundings, trying to determine his location. He appeared to be in an alley. "Okay, okay. Calm down, Fenton," Danny breathed. He stopped. He had just managed to talk, but he was a cat. How? He didn't know nor did he care. At least he could still communicate like a person, and he wouldn't have to resort to drawing in the dirt or something.
"I wonder if I can still use my powers," Danny wondered aloud. He attempted to turn his body intangible, and to his surprise, it worked. After that, he tested out his invisibility, which also worked. Now for something harder. Flying.
He closed his eyes in concentration and focused on flying. He felt his paws leave the ground. He opened his eyes and looked down. It was working! He was only about a foot off the ground when he lost concentration and fell back down to the cold ground with a thump.
"Well, looks like flying is out of the question. Way too much concentration," Danny mumbled as he pushed himself off the ground. It was time to see if he could use any of his offensive powers.
Danny focused his energy towards his paws, hoping that he could use his ectoblasts. He looked down at his small paw. Nothing. He tried again and received the same results. He sighed in defeat. "Great. Just great," Danny grumbled as he slumped down. He couldn't use his basic offensive ghost power.
Danny straightened himself up. He needed to be changed back into a human. "I've got to get Sam and Tucker. They can help!" Danny said. Even if they couldn't help him right then and there, they could still help him catch the ghost that did this to him. Danny's ears flattened against his head as he realized the teasing he'd have to endure once Tucker found out. He was sure Sam would tease him as well but not as much as Tucker would.
He walked out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk. It was still relatively early in the morning, seeing as not many people were out on the sidewalk. He looked around to try and assess his location. After searching around for a few minutes he came upon a street sign.
"Alpha Street?" Danny mumbled under his breath. "That means Sam's house is right around the corner!"
Danny began running towards the end of the street He nearly tripped several times but managed to stay upright. He ran the corner, but he immediately skidded to a stop when he saw a dog up ahead. Unfortunately for Danny, the dog had already spotted him. The dog's tail began to wag. The dog took off to chase after Danny.
Danny now knew why cats didn't like dogs. The dog might have good intentions, but they're just so big compared to a cat. The dog might not mean to hurt them, but they just play so rough. The dog got closer, but Danny stood his ground. He could always go intangible.
The dog was now up in Danny's face, licking him. Danny craned his neck backwards to get some breathing space, but for every inch he took back, the dog leaned closer. Eventually the dog began to try and play with Danny. The dog barked, trying to spur Danny on.
"No thanks. I can't play right now," Danny said. He tried to walk past the dog, but the dog cocked its head. "I have to go. I can't play," Danny said sternly. The dog gave him its best puppy-dog eyes. "No," Danny said, shaking his head. "Don't look at me that way." The dog let out a small whine.
"Dexter!" a voice from one of the houses called. "Come here, boy!" The dog responded to his owner's voice and walked towards the house. "There you are boy."
Curiously, Danny walked up a little closer. He'd have to walk by this house to get to Sam's anyway.
The man who owned the dog bent down. "Did you find a new friend, Dexter?" The stopped to pet the panting dog. "He's very cute. Maybe you can come back outside and play with him some more later." The owner whistled and the dog followed him back into the house. Well, at least he would have to worry about Dexter following him to Sam's.
Danny continued on towards the Manson residence. Finally he came upon the familiar looking mansion. Danny silently cheered as he sped up to get there faster. He stood in front of the door. How come it had never occurred to him that he can't open the door? He'd have to find some other way inside.
Danny looked around and noticed the sides were open. Maybe there was a window open. With his luck, probably not, but it was the only plan he had. He scanned the dead end alleys. He saw nothing that he could use to get inside. There were no windows on the side of the house. He checked the other side as well and got the same results.
There was a way he could get into the house. If he could concentrate enough, he could float up to the balcony below the windows and phase through the window. He took a deep breath and began to focus. He felt his paws leave the pavement. This time he didn't open his eyes. He just kept thinking about floating. After a few moments, Danny cracked one eye open. He saw the he was just a little bit above the window. He quickly stopped concentrating and snagged the balcony's edge with his paws. He pulled himself up and peeked through the window. It was Sam's room! He had finally caught a break.
Now how was he going to open the window? He had a great idea. He'd hit his paw against the window until Sam woke up. Sure, she'd be angry at first, but she'd forget about the minute he told her the situation.
That's exactly what he did. He watched for about ten minutes as Sam tried to ignore the noise and continue her slumber. She tossed and turned, she tried to block out the noise by putting her pillow over her head, but nothing seemed to work. Finally she shot up in bed, visibly agitated. She marched over to her window and pulled back her curtains. She felt some of her agitation melt away after she saw the adorable black kitten on her balcony. She opened the window and said, "What are you doing here, little guy?"
"Sam, it's me! Danny!" the kitten responded abruptly. Sam was taken aback. A cat had just spoken to her!
The kitten jumped onto the floor of Sam's room. "Sam, you've got to help me!"
Sam put up her hands, signaling to Danny to slow down. "Woah, Danny. Give me a second. How on earth are you a cat?" Sam asked as she bent down to Danny's level. Danny began to explain everything that had happened that led up to this point. "Okay, I'll call Tucker and get him to come over here."
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