ok my bad for not updating, but theres been a lot going on.

lets see...sweetheart dance was great. a senior and the coolest asian ever got together with their glow sticks and started a rave. the entire school watched. i got pics. the week after that i had to write papers for 3 different ap classes that im taking next yr plus our academic team got 2nd in a huge knob noster tourney. that was fun. we played red light green light with other teams during breaks. then last week i had a qualifying swim meet. got 9th, 10th, 11th, 13th, and 15th total. overall, a good meet for being in taper for 4 weeks ahead of time. sadly, after the meet we had to put my beloved dog, angel, down. she had a tumor and was barely strong enough to make it to the car. i still miss her a lot; she was like a sibling to me and the house is still not the same without her there.

there are updates on the profile for upcoming stories.

this story is getting along quite nicely, but if anyone has suggestions ill be happy to encorporate them in. now onto the story!

Disclaimer: If I owned this story would I be writing subplots on the internet...? I don't think so. I would get money for them.

Maddie: And I've got the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick! Let's get him!
Jack: Sweetie, that's just a regular bat.
Maddie: Yep. But it's a bat with the word Fenton on it!
Jack: Man, that's hot!


Chapter 8

Danny Phantom ran his glove through his snow white hair. The wind was pushing it back, but he smoothed it out because of nervous habits. He was flying over the town faster than he usually did.

"Sam is so going to kill me," he muttered to himself. "Finally!" he spotted the neon sign that lit up his home. A FentonWorks glowing sign was hard not to see from any spot in town.

He phased through his room, quickly grabbing the jeans lying across his chair and a new shirt. Still in flight, he phased again through his wall to the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower. The cold water felt good after his recent fight with the Lunch Lady.

Stepping out of the shower, Danny grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. He phased intangible, letting the excess water drip off. Turning towards the mirror, he noticed a thinly-muscular teenager. He gently touched his shoulder where he had gotten hit earlier. At the touch, he winced in pain; it would heal in a few hours, tops.

The clock now read 5:45. "I am going to be so late," he muttered to himself. Whipping the shirt and jeans on as fast as possible, Danny ran down the stairs. His hair was still wet, but it was going to stay messy anyways.

A woman in the kitchen was peering into what seemed like a modified toaster. Multiple surgeons' tools were next to her. She was wearing a light blue hasmat suit, fit with black gloves and boots. The hood was over her hair and red goggles covered her eyes.

"Bye Mom!" Danny yelled. "I'm leaving for the concert now!" His hand was touching the door knob.

The woman pulled her hood and goggles down revealed short, red hair and light purple eyes. Maddie Fenton was a mother first and an inventor second. "Do you need anything to eat?"

Danny looked back at his mother. He loved her greatly, but always felt as if he should tell her his secret. The deepest fear was her regretting his actions and deciding he was nothing more than a scientific study. He stared down at his shoes. At the instant Danny raised his head, he was met with the calming eyes of his mother. To him they spoke of safety and complete naïve-ness at the same time.

It's better this way, he said to himself. "No, I'll just get something at the concert." With that he was out the door and aboard his motorized scooter on the way to Tucker's house.


In the Fenton basement, the usually shimmering green ghost portal was locked tight. If anyone would have been there to witness it, one could have seen two tiny green paws seemingly digging themselves out of the portal. A puppy nose peeked its way through the hole made and sniffed the air. Soon after, a soft, pink tongue followed. The rest of the ghost puppy's body succeeded the hole made and turned around to face the portal. A leash was dragging from the dog's collar to an invisible source still inside the ghost zone.

Sickly, green hands shot through the hole. With a grunt, the hole was enlarged enough for a grown man to slide through. A lanky, ghost man with a white mullet and cape calmly walked through.

"At last," he said out loud. "Technus, Master of Technology, has been released into the real world! Feel my power!" He threw the rest of the leash down onto the concrete floor of the Fenton Lab. "I am finished with your services, doggy. You may leave now," and with a swish the dog was gone.

Nicolai Technus rubbed his thin hands together. The sound was like two scratch papers rubbing together. "Now, to seek out the ghost child!"

He flew through the ceiling and out of the Fenton household with a sickening laugh.


Just a few blocks away from the Foley house, Danny sensed a familiar shiver travel down his spine. A blue mist escaped through his mouth: his ghost sense.

"It's not a good time," he said to any nearby ghost. Again, the ghost sense activated, giving the information to Danny that the ghost was nearby. He stashed his motor scooter in an alley and quickly transformed into Danny Phantom.

"I'm going ghost!" two vertical lines traveled his body again changing him from a teenage boy to a crime fighting superhero. The white haired, green eyed ghost known as Danny Phantom sailed out of the alley. His neon eyes scanned the horizon for any ghost. A tiny bark could be heard in the distance. As Danny turned around he was met face to face with a tiny, glowing green puppy.

"Cujo," he patted the dog's head. Its tail wagged happily at the attention. "How'd you get out of the ghost zone this time?"

The dog merely barked in reply, having no comprehension of Danny's words. "I can't take you back now, so you can run free for a little." He set the dog back onto the concrete street and went in search of his scooter. He hopped on only to see the dog following like a shadow behind him.

"You can't come," he said to the dog and pushed off the ground, propelling his scooter in the direction of Tucker's house. The clock now read five till; he was going to be so late.

The puppy's ghost paws trotted beside his scooter. A normal dog wouldn't be able to keep that pace, but most people in Amity Park weren't that scared about ghosts. After all, this was the ghost capital of the world. Each citizen had seen their fair share of ghosts, including the ghost hero, Danny Phantom.

Turning around the corner, Danny noticed the two new kids running up the steps to Tucker's home. The black one held tightly onto a backpack. Outside of it, a flap of purple fabric hung in the breeze. Danny's fighting instinct rocked into performance, warning him of possible danger. He looked around him again. As far as he could tell, there weren't any ghosts in the area worth pursuing besides tiny Cujo beside him.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I guess it's nothing." He walked up the steps just like the two boys had and quietly opened the door. Up the stairs, Danny could hear the newcomers tumbling around in their separate rooms, most likely looking for clothes. His eyes followed the floor plan of the Foley's house when his eyes came to rest on the purple eyes of Sam. They definitely weren't spurting happiness or joy at the moment.

Her boot tapped the floor in an impatient manner. "You're ten minutes late," she informed him. "You're just lucky those two were late as well," she was indicating the Dakota boys.

Tucker noticed this mishap. "Their names are Richie and Virgil, I think."

Sam ignored the change of subject, still boring her eyes into Danny. "Where have you been anyways?"

Danny smiled and picked up the puppy that had phased through the Foley's front door. "I found Cujo," he rubbed the chin of the puppy. It licked his cheek in pleasure.

"Why can't boys ever bring home cats?" she asked to no one in particular. In past times, Sam remembered her and the dog, Cujo, not becoming the best of friends. They weren't times she wanted to reconcile at the moment.

Just then, the Dakota boys thumped down the stairs. "Hey, man, you ready to go?" said the blonde boy. His smile was contagious with enthusiasm about the concert.

Still holding the ghost dog, Danny remembered, he turned it invisible to avoid suspicion by the other two not common with Amity Park ways. Cujo barked again in reply to having forcefully turned invisible.

Apparently his voice isn't invisible either, Danny noted. He silently hoped the bark wasn't loud enough for the others to notice. Sam gave Danny a hard look, but that was nothing out of the ordinary.

"What was that sound?" asked the other teen.

Just great, Danny mentally said in a sarcastic tone. "Um, me. Sorry." Danny faked coughing. It didn't fool anyone and Danny knew that, but no one else brought up the strange circumstance.

Tucker wanted to alleviate the awkward moment. "Oh, introductions." He turned to the foreigners first. "Virgil, Richie, this is Sam and Danny."

"Nice to meet you!" the blonde one said again enthusiastically. He stuck out his hand and both Sam and Danny shook it. Danny made sure to place Cujo down before doing said action.

"Same," Virgil said. Sam noticed the firm grip of Virgil. The last person with such firm a handshake was Danny, and he was half dead.

Danny shook Virgil hand as well. Again he felt static zoom off the boy's fingertips. Out of reflex, Danny forced his invisible shields up to protect his hand. Purple energy surged off Danny's shield and rebounded to the boy.

The boy flinched in pain. "Ouch," he said out loud. "Ha," he laughed nervously, "must be that static again." Virgil rubbed his hand in pain. Richie noticed this because a normal shock wouldn't harm Virgil.

"Well, we better get going," Tucker said, not noticing any of this interaction between his two friends. Everyone casually walked out of the door, carefully making sure not to touch any of the other party or come in any contact with them. Tucker began to whistle tunes from Dumpty Humpty as he closed the door behind them. His key tumbled the rolls in the lock and the friends walked off to Casper High, where the concert would take place.

Along with the constant companionship of Cujo, no one else seemed to notice they were being followed by both ghost and meta-breed, meta-humans.


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