This is basially the first of a few pre-chapters to the real part of the plot. just go along with it for now. i swear it'll get better. plus a few other stories are coming to mind so as soon as i get to a nice place in this one, ill move on to the others.
by the way: i have no school tomorrow because the bishop ordered a holiday! yay catholic school!
Disclaimer: I do not own DP or its characters. I do own this plot though. It came to me in a dream...
Danny: Um...uh. Boo?
Ghost Gabber: I am a ghost. Fear me.
Danny: Uh, I better get to school.
Ghost Gabber: I better get to school. Fear me.
Chapter Seven
Danny looked towards the giant clock tower in the center of town. It read eight o'clock. Two hours until curfew.
Danny reached for his Fenton Phones that were attached to his ears. "Uh guys," he said. Tucker and Sam had identical Fenton Phones so they could communicate together. "Do we know what we're going here to look for?"
The other two were on the ground, compared to Danny's ability to fly. Their scooters could only go so fast, but Danny didn't fly in a hurry. Sam looked to Tucker for advice on what to say to Danny. Tucker decided to be the one to come up with an explanation on the spot.
"I guess just see how far down this Aftershock has dug himself into Amity Park soil. Nothing can get past these eagle eyes!" Tucker told Danny.
Above, Danny sped up a little, wanting to check out the scene before his friends got themselves into possible danger. From what he could tell from a quick glance, nothing seemed to have changed since they were last here. The same green patch was still glowing. Now people had come back to the park. Some couples were sitting on benches. A few others could be seen jogging or briskly walking in the night air. Crime was down in Amity Park and citizens had little to fear except for the frequent ghost attacks. Sam and Tucker rode up in their scooters over the same hill that Mr. Grey had walked earlier.
Danny found a tree that wasn't occupied with people. He walked behind it and transformed into Danny Fenton. Humans were less noticeable in the park than Danny Phantom, the ghost kid, would be. At the hole he met Sam and Tucker who were already peering into it.
"See anything?" Danny asked, looking over the edge.
"Not yet," Sam told Danny. "But it could be sleeping."
Tucker walked a few feet off. Neither Danny or Sam seemed to notice he was missing. He came back with a small rock in his hands. Tucker threw it into the hole and grunted as he did so.
"Tucker!" Sam said in shock. The threesome backed off the hole in case anything came out. Little did they know that Aftershock was long gone. The rock bounced off the bottom of the pit and its echoes could be heard. The three slowly walked back towards the edge again.
"It sounded pretty deep," concluded Danny. He crounched down as if he was going to jump into the hole. Sam saw this and grabbed his arm.
"Not now, Danny," said Sam. "There's too many people here." She still had her hand on Danny's arm. She glanced around to show Danny the people that were walking around. He noticed this and nodded in agreement.
"Well, when do we check this out?" Tucker asked. He wasn't particularly happy about jumping in to a potentially dangerous ghost-made hole, but what could you do?
Sam smiled. She let go of Danny's arm and stood upright again. Sam knew the perfect time to do some ghostly detective work. "Tonight," she told the boys. "At eleven. No one in this town stays out past nine."
Both boys knew it was the time, but neither was real happy about skipping patrol to become human moles.
Danny was the first to answer, "Ok. Tucker you can stay over at my house. But, Sam, what are you going to do?"
Her smile became a little bigger. "Don't worry. I have that all figured out…"
In her lavender room she found a duffle bag that, according to all the dust that was attached, had not been used for a very long time. She grabbed the ghost hunting equipment that Danny had given her over the two years since they started fighting ghosts. She wrapped the weapons in spare clothing to reduce oblong shaped things poking out of her bag. Plus the weapons didn't make as much noise this way. She slung the strap over her shoulder and ran down the stairs into the mansion's kitchen where her parents were sitting.
Looking over at the table, she noticed plates that were still fresh with food. She concluded that dinner had just finished. Now the Mansons were sitting on their living room furniture watching TV. Sam popped her head over the wall so her parents could see her.
"Hey," Sam said to her parents. She turned around the corner as her parent's heads whipped around. They instantly took notice of the bag around their Goth daughter's shoulders. "I'm spending the night over at Valerie's. I'll be back around noon tomorrow." Neither Pamela or Jeremy Manson knew who Valerie Gray was, but mentally cheered that their daughter was around someone other than those two boys.
Sam had already run out of the room when Jeremy waved his hand and answered, "Ok. Be safe, honey!"
She was about ten feet away from the front door when her grandmother, Whoopi, wheeled up in her scooter. The elderly lady was blocking Sam's exit route from the mansion.
"Now where do you think you're going, missy?" asked the lady with a cracked voice that the elderly tend to have. The twinkle behind those eyes told Sam that her grandmother knew the truth.
Sam relaxed her shoulders, but tightened her grip on her bag, ready to bolt at the first free moment. Sam had gotten past her grandmother many times and knew just how to break free from her grandmother's more concerned eyes. She blinked her eyes a few times, making them looking wetter than normal. The bottom lip came out to make her face looking almost innocent if not for the inch thick eyeliner and dark purple lipstick.
"Please grandma," Sam pleaded. "Don't tell Mom and Dad."
Whoopi smiled at her granddaughter. "Ok," she said, her voice softening a bit. "But be careful. I know you have a good head on those shoulders."
Sam took this as her getaway and sprinted out the door. All that was left to do was meet the rest of Team Phantom and get rid of this ghost. As she ran towards the park a single question that Danny had uttered a few months back, "You didn't think it was always going to be as easy as shoving the Box Ghost into the Thermos, did you?"
chapter 7 is up and running! sorry for anyone that was in anxious suspension, but i doubt those ppl are very few. almost finished writing chapter nine so the plot builds on. i think ten will bring big changes, but eleven at longest.
alright. everyone have a nice day at school. because ill be at steak n shake partying up the day without school. but after i have a vball game that i most likely wont play in...woo. i hate vball. just give me a pool to swim in and ill be happy.