A/N: Another chapter, as promised. It's a shortie, sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.
When Tucker had stepped into his new apartment, he hadn't been nervous. Okay, maybe a little bit, but it was just the strange feeling of displacement, the fact that he was living in his own place now and he was finally away from his parents.
(He couldn't help but let an excited little yelp out at that.)
After everyone had left and he had unpacked, he had nothing to do. He played around with his PDA for a bit, but he really needed to buy the new one – this one, however much she had been through with him, was simply too old now. She was ancient, one of the very first PDAs he had owned…one of the ones he had bought when he was fourteen, one that had accidently been melded with Skulker and Technus and other ectoplasmic creatures to create the ultimate PDA that wasn't really a PDA anymore, was it? But bottom line, nothing really worked with her anymore, because she was so outdated. He needed a new PDA.
Accepting and bemoaning the fact that he now really had nothing to do (unless he was desperate enough to start playing Solitaire), he glanced at the clock and realized that, amazingly enough, it was 9:31. Late enough to go to sleep.
The techno-geek lay in bed quietly. He couldn't fall asleep. Not only was he not sleepy in the slightest, his new accommodations were rather creepy. They lacked any personal touches yet, and the boxes threw disturbing shadows onto the walls. Tucker sighed and silently wished that he was out ghost hunting with Danny, if only to do something familiar.
He was in an unfamiliar town, living next to unfamiliar people, in an unfamiliar apartment. He was also vaguely creeped out by the utter stillness, rather like the calm before the storm.
Tucker rolled over and kicked the covers off, then decided to go get a glass of water. He couldn't sleep and he had the weird feeling that something was in the room with him…it's just the leftover effects from moving nerves and creepy shadow boxes and no ghosts, his mind assured him quickly.
Still, it was no surprise that he screamed like a little girl when he put his foot down and something grabbed his ankle.
Danny just laughed from his hiding place under the bed.
A/N: I don't really like this one. Maybe it's just the way that it flows kind of weirdly...I like the ending, though. I can see Tucker screaming like that, and Danny would totally wait for a while just to freak Tucker out. XD Hope you had fun reading that.