Disclaimer: I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-
Sorry, I've been feeling suicide-miserable lately. Also, everybody who gives me crap for the PaulinaxDanny in this will have rotten food from my desk thrown at them. Because honestly, Danny is a 16 (in this fanfiction) year old boy who has a chance to go out with the HOTTEST girl in his SCHOOL, EVEN if he IS in ghost form. Yeah, he's supposedly in love with Sam, but THEY AREN'T DATING so he'd PROBABLY take that offer up.
Also...-puts up anti-review hate shield to avoid murder for cliffie-
Later that evening, Lance nervously looked at the computer screen on his laptop, sitting in front of him on the news desk. Sandra, the evening news anchor, was close to him, eagerly waiting for it to show that Danny signed on. Eventually, it showed he was online and Lance immediately asked for a web-video. Danny accepted, and soon we see Danny Phantom in his suit, ready for interviewing.
"We got him," Sandra announced. Everybody cheered.
"Okay, places everybody. We gotta get this rolling in...five minutes!" a cameraman yelled.
Lance bounced in his seat as everybody was making the last-moment touch-ups before the show. He checked again to make sure Danny was on the computer webcam and showing up on the screen behind him for the audience to see before the camera started rolling.
"Good evening, I'm Lance Thunder."
"And I'm Sandra Liting. To start with our news today, beware of a traffic accident on the intersection of Mainstreet and Longstone, where a semi truck crashed into four other vehicles," Sandra began. "Unfortunately there was two dead and five critically injured, the semi-driver is in custody."
"In other news, we have Danny Phantom here today, who is graciously allowing for the people of Amity Park to ask him questions," Lance said, gesturing to Danny in the background, who shyly waved. "If you want to call in, call the Amity Park news at 555-4738. Please state your name before you ask your question. If you wish to remain anonymous, please state so. Caller number one, you're up."
"...Hello? Uh, this is Paulina. I was just wondering if you were going to the Amity Park Ghost King celebration thingie? And if so, would you go with me? As in on a date?"
"Hey Paulina, that really depends on if I'll be safe if I go," Danny explained. He thought for a moment. A date with Paulina. A. Date. With. The. Hottest. Girl. In. Casper. High. "As for a date, email me and I'll back to you on that."
A girlish-squeal of delight was heard before the phone was hung up. Then caller number two came up.
"Hey, this is Kwan. What was space like! And why were you even there?"
"I was there for ghost-hunting duties, and it was AWESOME!"
"Hey, this is anonymous," the voice said. Danny immediately knew it was Valerie, and he immediately knew the question she was going to ask. But he was caught off-guard. "Where are you right now? It looks familiar..."
Lance strained to glance in the background. The background was the same from last night, with the space-ship posters and models.
"Where am I?" he repeated back to her. "Well, I'm in my room."
A hmp noise was made before the phone was hung up.
"Hey, this is anonymous." Danny rolled his eyes. His mom. "Why are you haunting Amity Park?"
"Nothing else to do with my time," he remarked sarcastically.
"Hey, this is Mia. When you alive, did you like, go to Casper High? Or did you die before that?"
"I did not go Casper High when I was alive. I went to a private school," Danny smoothly lied.
And it went on as so. Many questions were answered in a short time, about ten minutes when suddenly a crash came on Danny's end. The entire TV screen focused in on Danny's room as the Red Huntress burst in through the window and shot at him, screaming words nobody could really understand. Danny dodged and use shields before a shot managed to make him crash into his computer. The webcam fuzzled, then died.
Leaving Lance and the rest of the newscast, completely stunned and at a lost on what to do.