HOLY CRAP GUYS. I'M ALIVE. 8D
Alright. I'll say right now that I'm really, really sorry and even still this is way too short but I'm leaving for Germany tomorrow and I'll be gone for four weeks so yeah.
The thing with summer is that before summer break you think that you're going to finally have time to work on stuff, but when summer gets here you lose all motivation for working on stuff. -A-;
WHY DOES FF KEEP ON DELETING MY PAGE BREAKS. WHYYY.
Was it all a dream?
Danny slowly cracked open one eyelid. The morning sun streamed in through his window, bringing light to the world after the intimidating darkness of night. To Danny, though, it symbolized nothing more than an annoyance. He pulled the pillow over his head and moaned something incomprehensible.
After a few seconds, he gathered enough willpower to haul himself out of bed. Untangling himself from the blankets, he jumped down onto the floor.
"Ow!"
As if he didn't have enough reason to hate getting up, the halfa clutched his heel, glaring downwards at whatever had pierced his heel.
A shard of glass glinted in the sunlight.
A shard of glass…
Danny glanced up to see a shattered window, broken by some sort of heavy blow.
Suddenly, all the events of the past night came rushing back to him.
Danny staggered back a little, almost falling onto the bed again. Shaking his head to clear it, the halfa stared down at the twinkling shard. It flashed merrily, among many other shattered pieces.
Many, many others.
Groaning, Danny ran off to find a broom and dustpan.
-w-
After cleaning up the window as well as he could without being late for school, Danny Phantom sped through the crisp morning atmosphere towards Casper High. The wind whipped back his snow white hair as the ghostly teenager flew.
He had some business to discuss with Tucker and Sam.
-w-
"Sam, Tucker? I have something I need to talk to you guys about."
"What is it, Danny? Was it another ghost?"
Wearily, the hybrid smiled. He really did appreciate the concern of his friends, although they did resemble Jazz at times.
"…No, not in the usual sense." He set his lunch tray down on their designated table outside. His two friends followed.
"What do you mean by that?" Tucker asked, a tint of concern in his voice.
Closing his eyes, Danny sighed. "Alright, guys. I'm going to tell you something, and I need you two to believe it. Heck, I can hardly believe it myself. But you guys have to trust me, alright?"
Sam was surprised. Why wouldn't they trust him? "Of course, Danny." I'll just tell him about the dragon ghost later, she thought.
"Okay." Danny paused. "I turned into a dragon last night."
There was silence.
"…Wait, dude. You what?"
Danny sighed and ran his hand up through his raven-colored hair. He should have expected this. "I. Turned. Into. A. Dragon. Last. Night," he repeated slowly.
Tucker blinked. "Can you repeat that?"
Danny groaned. "I turned into a dragon, Tuck," he cried, throwing his hands up into the air. "Can you get that through your thick skull?"
There was silence.
Suddenly, Tucker broke out laughing.
This was not the response the halfa was anticipating. "Wha…?" he stuttered.
His friend continued to chuckle and wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, man, dude, that was funny. You should make jokes like that more often."
"Tucker, I - -"
"I mean, a dragon? That's hilarious, Danny."
"Tucker - -"
"Seriously! How could that possibly –"
"TUCKER! I wasn't kidding!" Danny bellowed.
There was stony silence.
The desperate halfa turned to Sam, who had not spoken. "You believe me, right?"
But her friend's voice was distant in Sam's mind. That dragon…at my window…last night…
"Danny, were you…did you…come to my house last night?"
Tucker made a face. "Dude, I knew you liked her, but stalking her? Isn't that just a bit extreme?"
Danny glared at the techno geek and nervously turned to Sam. "Um…yeah…"
"Oh my gosh, Danny, I'm really, really sorry…"
"Hey, hey, it's okay. You didn't know it was me," Danny chuckled sheepishly, putting his hands in front of him.
Tucker folded his arms. "Can someone please tell me what's going on?" he declared impatiently.
The other two turned towards him. Danny explained everything that had happened last night (stuttering at the part where Sam had attacked him). When he was done, Tucker raised his eyebrows. "I'm still not sure if I believe you, dude."*
"Well, I'm not lying," Danny huffed. His voice changed to worry. "But why would all that happen in the first place? I mean, it's not every day – night – that you turn into a dragon or something."
Tapping her chin in thought, Sam reached down into her backpack and pulled out a purple book. "Last night was the full moon." The Goth flipped past a few pages before presenting the text for everyone at the table to see. "Danny, you may have a form of lycanthropy."
The two males blinked.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Full moon? Turning into weird stuff? Werewolfism?" She held up the volume and tapped at page 94.
Danny blinked again. "Aw, c'mon, Sam! It can't be that!" he cried. "Besides, nothing happened on past full moons."
"True…" Sam thought for a second. "But did anything happen recently that might've caused it? Were you bitten by any ghosts? Cursed with any spells?"
"No, no, and no," the hybrid grumbled, shaking his head and reaching for the book. His friend pulled it away.
"Well, in that case, you should probably stay at my house tonight. Just in case it happens again."
"Why your house?"
"Because your parents are ghost hunters."
Danny opened his mouth to protest, but instead he sighed and sat back on the bench. "Fine."
-w-
"It's 11:56, and nothing's happened yet."
Tucker yawned from his spot on the couch, surrounded by patches of spilled popcorn. "Well, I guess it won't happen, then."
Sam glanced at her watch again. "Not necessarily. I could very well happen at midnight. You're cleaning that up, by the way."
The two seemed oblivious to Danny's anxiety as they talked, as if they were discussing the events of the past school day, and not waiting for their best friend to spontaneously transform into a fire-breathing serpent. The halfa's eyes darted about. "I dunno guys…maybe…maybe it won't happen tonight…last night was the full moon n' all…"
"So you're accepting my werewolf theory now," Sam said smugly.**
"I never said that."
"You implied it." She put her feet up on the table and sipped at her soda. "11:57."
Danny twitched. Deep breaths, he thought in an attempt to calm himself down. Deep breaths. It probably won't happen. It probably won't. Not today. Deep breaths. In spite of himself, he still broke out in a cold sweat. The teen moaned a little and slumped backwards onto the couch.
Time seemed to be taunting him. It seemed like hours since the last minute had passed. Finally, after what seemed like centuries, Sam's voice broke into his thoughts: "Aaaand…twelve o' clock!" Tucker and her immediately swiveled around to look at their slightly startled friend.
Nothing happened.
Danny chuckled nervously. Inside, he didn't know whether to be relieved or hysterical. "W-well…I…I suppose it didn't…it didn't…"
His sentence was cut short by a burning sensation rising rapidly in his throat.
Gasping, the halfa reeled as a searing pain stabbed through his body. Clutching his chest, he managed to catch a glimpse of his hand, which was quickly being covered by black scales...
"Danny!"
The rest happened in a blur. He didn't remember falling off the couch, but somehow he found himself on the floor. His friends' voices echoed around him; was that Tucker? It sounded like Tucker. His skin itched as scales swept across his body. Something pulsed between his shoulder blades. And that…was that a tail…?
And then it was over.
Danny shakily got to his feet. His emerald eyes met the shocked stares of his friends.
His friends.
What are friends?
The girl was closest…she would go first.
A thin line of saliva trickled over his sharpened fangs.
He pounced.
*Well you wouldn't either. Think about it.
**HAY GUYS I USED ALLITERATION. (is shot)
Okay, I already know what the reviews are going to say, and I apologize beforehand. BUT CLIFFIES ARE SO FUNNNN D:
Also note that I overused "he". I'm a terrible writer, aren't I? 8D
Well, I don't have anything witty to say at this hour. Review!
