It is technically Saturday, right? Yeah, I think it is, so here it is. I know the last one was short, so this one is a lot longer. About twice as long. Enjoy!

-Obi

Chapter 8

Twenty-Five Years In the Future:

David Fenton laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about nothing in particular. He was fifteen years old. His hair was black, and his eyes a very deep shade of blue. He was sporting his usual outfit, a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt with white trim and a symbol of a P inside a D on it, and black shoes. His hair was pretty short, about as long as his father's hair when he was his age. He sat up and looked around at the room. He was sitting on a twin bed with a plain blue comfortor on it. To the left of his bed was a wooden desk with a desktop computer on it. Next to that was his laptop computer, and next to that some schoolbooks. A regular office chair was sitting right by it. Across his room was a table with a television on it. Under it was a mini-blue-ray player and a Playstation 5. To the right of his bed was a regular wooden door. He jumped a foot when the door he had been staring at burst open and a ten year old boy burst in.

"David! David! Dinner's ready!" the little boy shouted. He also had black hair, but he also had purple eyes. He was wearing a white shirt with a picture of a firecracker on it, black jeans, and red shoes. There was a very broad smile on his face, something he was rarely seen without. David smiled at the smaller child as he got up off the bed.

"Thanks, sport," he kindly replied as he patted his head. "I'll be down in a second." When he said this, he literally meant a second. He stood still and started sinking through the floor. The kitchen was right below his room, so he got to the floor and turned tangible again. Sam turned around and handed him a stack of plates, napkins, silverware, and glasses. Her hair was short and in a ponytail, a style she had always liked. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a red tee shirt. She was thirty-nine years old, and was just starting to show her age. She had gotten out of being goth and wearing dark clothes and makeup, though she was still an Ultra-Recyclo-Vegetarian.

"Go set the table, will you?" she asked him.

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh, and tell your brother to get back down here when you're done."

David nodded as he went to the dining room in the next room. He had it set in minutes, and then flew back upstairs.

"Daniel! Mom wants you back down there!" he shouted out to the other boy. Danny was the one who had starting calling him that when everyone else was calling him Danny. After being asked why by several people, he would just say that "That's his name. Just because Vlad would call me that doesn't make it derogatory."

"Okay, I'll fly right down!" came the reply.

'Fly? Oh no, not again,' he thought to himself. He flew over to the staircase just in time to see his little brother jump off the railing. David rolled his eyes and sped through the air to get to his brother. He swooped him up before he could hit the floor. "Don't do that. You don't have your full power yet, so quit jumping off the staircase trying to fly!" he warned the boy yet again.

"Yeah, but I'm gonna get em soon! Aren't I?"

"Yeah, Dad says they should be coming in very soon. But until then, stop trying to fly."

The other boy nodded in consent. They went back to the dining room where Sam was plating the dinner. Danny was the one who cooked his and the boys meals, and actually found himself to be a good cook, and had gotten into some rather fancy dishes. Tonight he had made beef wellington, while Sam had made a tofu rendition of it. After he finished cooking, he went back into the lab while Sam put it on plates.

"Danny! Come up here, the food is ready!" she called to her husband, who was in the basement. He came up the steps, a smile on his face. He, just like Sam, was thirty-nine, and had some grey streaks in his black hair. He was muscular, but not overly so. He still sported blue jeans and a white shirt. He was also clean shaven. He looked back at the lab, making sure the door was shut. His dad, Jack Fenton, had given him the blueprints for Fenton Works, and Danny had built a second version close to downtown Amity Park. It was complete with a huge sign out front, this one saying "Fenton Works II", and a ghost hunting lab. This one was much bigger than the one back at his parents house, and for good reason. On one side stood the great green marvel, a second Fenton Portal. The walls were lined with every weapon imaginable, including a space filled with Fenton Thermoses. You never knew when one would have to be replaced. Sitting quietly in the corner by the portal was a new Specter Speeder. Overall, it was a very impressive place.

David started to sit down when a cat came to about a foot away from him, looked up, and meowed. He leaned over and picked her up.

"There she is, there's our little Mindy," he said in a voice that was higher than it should have been.

Mindy was only eight weeks old, and they had just gotten her. She was a tortoise shell shorthair, with dark fur. It had brown streaks in it, as well as patches of off white mixed in, especially on the left paws and stomach. Around her right eye was a black white mix in a triangular shape with a single streak of brown going through it. That was another thing Danny had been asked about. He had made so many cracks to Vlad about getting a cat, and now he himself had one. In response he had said,"I told him to get a lonely guy cat. Mindy is a family cat, and therein lies the difference." She curled up in David's arms and as he pet her she began purring loudly. She then leaned back and looked right at him with her greenish brown eyes. He put her down so he could eat, but she curled up in a ball at his feet and went to sleep.

"Hey, where's Tucker?" Danny asked.

"He called a few minutes ago to say he couldn't make it. Something about a sudden summoning to the Senate, could take a few weeks," Sam explained.

"Well, that's what he gets for being the Mayor of Amity Park." And it was true. Amity Park had become a very big town. It was now a tourist spot, filled with luxury hotels, five star restaurants, and even a major theme park, Disney Central United States. All of this was thanks to the leadership of Tucker Foley, who had been reelected every time since his initial term when he was fourteen, and Danny, who had become a landmark of sorts. Danny glanced over at a picture of his sister Jazz. She was currently on vacation in Europe. She had been to Harvard, but eventually went on into the field of Science. There she had made great breakthroughs, such as finding a cure for cancer.

Danny continued to the table and sat down. "Oh, Mom and Dad called today, " he noted.

"How are they doing?" Sam asked.

"Pretty good."

Jack and Maddie Fenton were still living in Fenton Works. They were older now, but still got around pretty good. They both still spent a lot of time in the basement, working on new, different weapons. They had long since stopped their quest to rip ghosts apart molecule by molecule, but they still wouldn't give up on hunting ghosts in general.

"Hey Dad?" David spoke up.

"Yeah?"

"I'm supposed to do a report on NASA for science class, and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions later. "

"Sure."

Yes, it had happened, Danny Fenton had fulfilled his lifelong dream and had become an astronaut. It had been about eleven years ago. Danny had gotten in because of his record of not only being a famous ghost hunter, but also because he had been in space many times. After going through the standard training course, he had been sent on a three week mission to fix the space station. It had been an experience like no other. The thrill of fulfilling this lifelong dream was only matched by the knowledge that he had helped work on a space station. It wasn't like every other time when he was there to fight a ghost. There were no crazed specters trying to take over the world, just a crew of men counting on him to make the mission a success. He would never forget that experience. After that, he had been hired by the government. Well, Tucker, really, but it was the government. He was now a one man elite force who was on the government payroll. He had been iffy about taking the job at first, but Tucker promised him it wouldn't turn into doing whatever the politicians wanted. And he had fulfilled that promise. Plus he no longer had to worry about government ghost hunters on his tail. Danny's thought were interrupted when he heard a knock on the door. He got up and opened it.

"Danny Fenton, we need your help," came the voice of Agent M of the Guys in White. Behind him was Agent O.