Urban Myths

Danny Fenton wasn't exactly a mystery. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He mostly kept to himself, but you could get a good conversation with him when you talked to him. He tended to hang out around his two friends, but they were alright if you finally decided to sit with them for a lunch. He was just an average kid, in a weird quirky way.

In a way he was the perfect character to be the underdog. Nice, yet not a pushover. Smart, but not a nerd. Quiet, but not enough to go unnoticed.

Danny Phantom was the opposite of Fenton. So different that it almost hurt your head to think about it. He made puns. He was a role model for people everywhere. He could strike up a good conversation when interviewed by the press, but sometimes ran off before the interview was done. He could suck ghosts into a thermos in about three minutes. He was confident, but not cocky. He was kind, but firm. A real superhero.

But that definitely changed when the end of the world happened. The ghosts ended up saving the humans. Ghosts had gained a sense of respect throughout the world as heroes. And Danny Phantom turned out to be the kid that no one would have ever thought had a super hero alter ego (Which ironically always turn out to be the heroes anyway). Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton were one and the same.

People had mixed reactions, but nearly all of them positive. Mikey thought it was so cool; the whole time Danny Phantom had been saving him from Dash. Even though Danny normally got beat up instead, it made going home without a black eye or a cut lip less of a special occasion. A Superhero was getting beat up for him.

Dash was to say, shocked. He, for years, had been beating up his own idol. The person who he almost worshiped was also the punching bag for his troubles. Talk about a shocker.

Valerie had already half-way guessed, so she wasn't that surprised. She also grinned when she saw Danny's hand wrap around Sam's waist afterwards. She always knew that they were meant for each other anyway.

But none of them could guess what could have possibly happened next. Danny, known for being half dead and his obsession with space, disappeared. No one knew what happened, or where he might have gone. He left no trace. His bed, empty when his wife discovered it (For he disappeared at the ripe age of twenty five) was neatly made. Only one pair of clothes was taken and almost no possessions. No half scribbled note. No evidence to follow. His internet history was completely wiped. No sign of a struggle.

Then people began to forget. As life went on, and years grew to decades, the Disasteroid Incident became an Urban Myth. There was no physical evidence that the whole Earth became intangible, for that was simply impossible given such standards. There was no way that a few thousand ghosts could turn seven billion people intangible for ten minutes as an asteroid passed through Earth. Ghosts, nearly a century later, were pronounced myths. No one had seen one in years, and were passed off as hallucinations or pranks whenever someone did. Danny Phantom became a mere bedtime story, about a kid who saved the world and could fly.

There soon became a man, about twenty five years old despite his snow white hair, that would strike up good conversations with people in cafes and shops. People that may have looked alright on the outside, but were fighting battles on the inside. No one remembered his name, or even sure if he told them it, but were alright with that. Those conversations became the types that you remember for a lifetime because they were so basic, yet haunting. They influenced you to make the right decision.

And then Danny would fly, and see the world with all its tiny mistakes and acts of kindness. He would see the pieced guy he just talked to call his mom and apologize for something Danny didn't quite catch. The girl with tear-streaked eyes sniffle one last time before egging her ex-boyfriend's house. A sharp dressed business women set aside a large sum of money to donate to charities.

He just simply disappeared. A Urban Myth. A bedtime story. A fairy tale. Fiction. Nothing of importance.

Turned this in as a "Creative Essay" a few days ago. Switched up a few names and phrases, though. Hopefully no one figures out about my secret identity as a fanfic writer.