I promised BlindingNight15 that I wouldn't downright copy the story. I told her I plan on changing a major of it but still have the basic of it. So here it goes. Warning to those who read Night's Danni Phantom story before she took it down, it's not going to be the same. Sorry.
She already told how it was going to play out and I'm still using that idea, I'm just changing it to how I would have written her story. It's still the same general idea really, just a different flow.
Also, here is the list of generbend people.
Danny (DD/Deena), Sam(Syler/Sam), Tucker(Trixie), Jazz(Jasper), Ghost writer, Valerie(Vric), Dani(David), Kwan(Kanya), spectra, Dash(Tiffany/Daisy), Paulina(Paul), Star(Jupiter), Freakshow, Ember McLean (Emrald), Nocturne, Youngblood, Johnny 13(Lilly 13), Kitty(Kert), a more others on in the story.
A special thank you to my reviewers!
Guest: I really like the name Deena. Most people call a genderbend Danny, Daniella 'Dani' or something like that.
Thank you. I was going to call her Donna, after one my closes friends, or Elle as in DaniELLA. But my other friend, she really doesn't want people to know her name so lets call her DJ, it's easy to remember, came up with the name. she said she saw it when she was looking up Female Danny Phantom pictures for clothing ideas. She wanted to call her Dee but after a few minutes we agree on Deena and to call her Dee later on in the story. I think you can figure out why that is.
BLINIX: Also I loved when DD landed on Sam, thatvwas really funny.
I wasn't going to add that scene. But then I thought... Why the hell not. We don't have a DD and Sam scene yet.
Reading Pixie: You're answer to your question is at the end of the chapter.
Guest: I think the whole of Amity Park should watch the show. not some people, but everyone.
I like the idea. Me and DJ are talking about how we would do it. we have some ideas but still discussing. One of them was this idea just with a little twist.
Thank you guys so much! I can't wait to hear from you guys again.
Sam 'Skyler' Manson: Black skinny jeans. Black tee with purple plaited plates down the sides. Usually wears a black trench coat covered in spikes and bands. Steel toed combat boots that his pants are tucked into. Half his head is shaved and the rest covers his right eye and is colored midnight purple. Spiked choker, several face piercings, black wrist bands.
Jupiter Johnson: White shorts, V-neck red top with orange splatter patterns. Black blazer-like jacket. Hair is cut short. Usually can be found in soccer uniform.
Jasper Fenton: Black turtle neck long sleeve and blue lounge pants. Loafers. Wears a blue watch and silver necklace. His hair is cut very short.
Kwan Ishiyama: black romper with large yellow roses. Sling back brown wedges. Hair cut short, above the shoulders and kept in a low ponytail with a yellow bow. Sometimes found in her cheerleading uniform
Vric Gray: Plain jeans, orange muscle shirt, converse. Hair is longish but usually kept back by a yellow band.
DD 'Deena' Fenton: Red sailor-style shorts with a black thick belt and converse. Blue plaid shirt tired around her waist. White turtle neck top with a small black butterfly at the edge. Hair is knotted at the base of her neck with a rose ornament. White flower bracelet. Long crescent necklace.
Daisy 'Tiffany' Baxter: white A-line skirt, red long sleeve shirt with a white belt, white go-go heeled boots. Hair is slicked back. Usually found in cheerleading uniform or gymnastics jacket.
Trixie Foley: green camo shorts hold by a large brown belt. Orange turtle neck top. Brown boots and a green satchel at her waist at all times. Shoulder length thick hair swept underneath a red beanie. Large glasses. Usually has her nails down. Never without an PDA at her waist.
Paul Sniz: Jeans, silver tee with a jean jacket over top, and converse. Hair is wavy and kept trim.
A story is a lot like a web. Each sentence is a thread, woven and interlocked with each other. Separate they are insignificant, mere strands that flutter in the wind. However, when expertly weaved together, it can ensnare and trap the unsuspecting. But for those who know it is there, it brings pause and awe. Are we not all weavers of our own webs? - Unknown
Long ago, there was a war. A war that unity two worlds together to destroy a common enemy. They won. However, one world claimed the victory as their own and the other accused the other of treason.
Between the two worlds was a bridge. A beautiful white ribbon. It's glittering green stones was what kept it together. After the downfall of the truce between the worlds, a small battle broke out. In order to protect both their worlds, the two came to an agreement. They are to never have contact with each other ever again.
To enforced this new law, two organizations where formed.
The NTens
The Council
The two broke the bridge down into tiny pieces and scattered them across both their worlds. Each member took one of the green gems and kept them.
Just in case another universal war broke out.
To defeat a common enemy. They would need that bridge to be rebuild.
3 weeks, 1 day, 16 hours, 9 minutes, 52 second left
DD fall forward with a grunt. It was so late. Why couldn't she just listen to Sam for once and actually do her homework first then play video games.
She sighed and smothered her face into her pillow. She glanced around her room.
Her room was brightly painted blue with an ragged self-painted black streak standing boldly against the bright paint. NASA space shuttles hanged from the ceiling and models were randomly spread out around her room, just as her hundreds of stuff animals that she loved to collet.
Seeing the small stuff-duck next to her, she tucked into her arms. It was her gift from Trixie. Another duck to the collecting. Honestly, she was surprise Sam had brought her an necklace.
She fuddled the crescent moon that hanged from her neck.
She never usually wore jewelry. They felt strange against her neck, as if choking her. She hated it. Yet… she has yet to take it off.
Huffing a sigh, DD rolled over onto her side, she glanced out her window only to be startled. There, sitting on her ledge, staring right at her was a small owl with red eyes and an ragged scar down it's left eye standing out against its dark feathers. The sun had just set, the owl shouldn't be out yet… and, sense when did owls have vibrant red eyes? Wait- where they glowing?
Slowly, very slowly, DD crawled out of her bed and over to her slightly ajar window and stared at the owl. He- or she- crooked its head at her and hooted.
Its hoot was strange. As if the owl was amused by her.
Tenderly, she slid her window open more. DD stuck her arm out as far as it could go.
Why was an owl here? At her house? Which was closer to the busier part of Amity Park? And not the woods?
Was it lost? Is it someone's pet?
Sticking her arm out, despite apart of her mind saying that this was a bad idea, she hold her hand out seeing if the owl would come near her. It crooked its head further, creepy DD out, and hobbled towards her. It appeared to smell her hand, DD flecked her fingers, bushing her pads against the strangely smooth feathers.
She notice the feather's weren't black or brown as she originally thought. They were more purple then anything.
The owl hooted, ruffled its feathers and nuzzled its face into DD's palm.
Strange.
Owls don't usually come near humans.
Why was it letting her pet it?
Why did the owl trust her?
Isn't this strange to their normal behavior?
The owl's ears twitched. It gave a soft hoot. DD blinked and the owl was gone. As if it was never there to begin with.
"DD!" someone screamed from below, startling the girl. She hit the window which then closed on her fingers.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" She shrieked. She yanked her fingers from the slip of the window seal.
Cradling her bruised hand, she stomped into the hallway and yelled back, "WHAT!?"
"COME DOWN HERE!"
She sighed and begin her way towards the stairs, dragging her toes.
"DD!"
"HOLD YOUR HORSES!"
2 weeks, 4 days, 3 hours, 29 minutes, 34 seconds left
It's been a week sense Deena has her encounter with the owl. It's been a week sense her parents announced the greatest news of the century: to them at least. It was the portal. The portal that was supposed to lead to the other side, into the afterlife, is so close of being finished: DD's parents were starting to call it The Ghost Zone.
Real original, she thought.
But nobody asked her.
Although, her parents have been a little on edge about the portal, while DD was on edge about something entirely different.
Something was defiantly wrong. She wasn't acting quite normal.
First, it had started with a sudden moon change- she was either getting angry over the smallest thing or start to tear up for some unknown reason. Second, her body's temperature was all over the place. She was either too hot or too cold. Third, DD had a sudden need to run, to be in motion, even if that motion was just her fingers taping at an quicken pace. Fourth, if some odd reason, she begin sleep walking. She would wake up in front of her desk with a paper colored with a strange object or in the lab or OPS Center. Once she woke up outside her house, lying in the middle of the road.
It was terrifying to her.
She didn't understand why it was happening to her.
Then the worst of it came. She begin to hear voices.
It begin one night during dinner. Maddie had made homemade meatloaf, one of the families favorite meal. As they neared becoming finish, DD could've sworn she heard someone calling her towards the lab's door. Her parents and brother didn't appear to have heard the voices.
An elder men and sometimes between the gasps it switched to a girl's voice.
Always saying: Deena, hurry, come on, please, no time left, we need you.
In the morning, after waking up seating on the staircase, she and her friends headed towards her favorite place after school ended. Teenagers where rushing pass them on their way home while buses speeded down the road hurrying to get rid of everyone. It would take the trio about twenty minutes to get to Fenton Works from this side of town.
"-I'm telling you!" Argued Trixie, as they finished their ice-cream they got from the park (It was the fastest route to The Nasty Burger), who was glaring at her snickering friends. "Markus would have said yes if you two didn't pull that prank!"
"Yeah, sure." Laughed DD as they stopped, waiting to cross the street. "You keep dreaming, Lover Girl."
Both Sam and DD laughed as their friend continued to complain about what had happened right as the last bell ringed. Trixie had been asking out a boy to homecoming (it was girls ask guys event), when the two played a prank on her. As she could have finished her sentence, the two snuck up on her from behind and dumped a gallon of ice cold water down her back with ice cubes.
Don't ask how they manage to sneak it into school and keep it cold all day long; let's just say Sam knows how to get what he wants.
"Admit it Trixs," Sam said as the light turned green for them to walk. "Markus is way out of your league and besides, he's gay. We did you a favor if you ask me."
"Well I'm not!"
Sam and DD shared a look and busted into a fit of giggles.
Someone phones begin going off.
Trixie mumbled to herself as they crossed the street. "You two are complete jerks!" she glanced behind her, seeing that DD was searching though her purse. The ringing was her phone. "DD! Hurry up!"
Sam stopped and looked behind them. He rolled his eyes. "We'll leave without you!" It was an empty threat, the two stopped on the other side and waited for their friend.
"I know! I know! I'm coming!" She took her phone out and begin crossing the street, "It's probably my brother."
She didn't check.
She answered.
"What is it? Is mom freaking out? We going to The Nasty Burger."
"Stop walking."
A man walked past her.
It was her brother calling her.
"Excuse me, who is-"
"DD!"
"…. This…?"
There was a scream. Shrieks from a tire. Wide blue eyes.
And blood split across the ground.
DD was frozen, her muscles tensed as she started at the person who had been had just walked past her, thrown across the street like a ragdoll. The truck that had ran the red light had slammed into him, hit the pole and is now on its side. Her mouth as hung open as she tried to breathe, her eyes wider than ever before as she realized something.
The truck has scrapped against her purse when it had passed.
She would have been hit, if not for the person on the phone. She only stopped because she had been to shocked by the command. If she hadn't listen, she would be… she would be…
Not even several feet away, Sam and Trixie watched with wide and frighten eyes. Sam snapped to reality first, he glanced around the street and saw something with a phone out and barked, "You! With the bike, call 911 and tell them there was an accident on 4th Way Mallies. Now!"
It snapped everyone back into reality. The biker dropped his bike in shock and fumbled to dial 911. Others watched, unsure what to do. Sam was a natural when it came to barking orders. He could easily take charge in such a short notice, something both DD and Trixie envy about him. But it only lasts for a short period of time. He barked more orders to others to get moving, telling them to get the driver out of the trunk, someone to go check if the person who was hit was breathing, and all in all, making them do something other than standing there.
A man walked past her. A black cloak brushed against her arm. A man… with long red hair.
DD still couldn't move.
There was a younger man, kneeling down in the road. His body covered in blood and purple eyelets appearing all over his body. Black spider-web like patterns stretching across his skin.
She would still feel the heat of the air when it had rushed past her.
If she hadn't listen to that voice… If she hadn't…
She would have been the one to take be hit.
She hadn't realized she was shaking until Trixie walked towards her and slowly gasped her shoulders.
The second she grabbed her shoulders, reality came crushing down onto her at full force. The tears came from nowhere when she started sobbing into her hands as her legs crave in from behind her. Trixie pulled her against her as she cried. DD could feel Trixie's tears in her hair.
Soon another pair of arms where around her, and a hand was rubbing her back. She was taken from Trixie's arms and into Sam's. He was shushing DD's cries.
Trixie stood there and watched the two.
The police and ambulance arrived not soon after. The paramedics rushed out towards the men on the road who wasn't moving. Several police men were asking questions about what had happened when someone told them that DD was walking behind the man who got hit. A police man walked over towards her and draped a blanket across her shoulders as he begins asking her questions.
Simples questions really. Was the truck speeding or slowing down? Did the man in front of her jump in front of the truck?
Her eyes weren't focus on him and police men thought of it as shock and called over a paramedic to take a look at her. She wasn't going into shock, she knew that. She's seen too much in her short amount of life to go into shock. No, she wasn't in shock but she was numb. DD was no longer focus on the accident that seemed to only be a buzzing sound in her ears, no she was focus on the man across the street watching her.
No one else seemed to notice the man other than DD, who stared at him with wide eyes. He wasn't human, it was easy to tell at first glance.
He was tall with a very fragile frame, his skin was topaz, and his hair was a bold red reaching past his knees. He was dressed in a black business suit with white gloves, a black cloak tossed and knotted carelessly on his shoulders and he swung a sword in his hands that was made of green metal.
The man that was kneeling in the road. The men covered in blood and purple eyelets… he now had a thick rope-like ribbon floating around him, connecting him to the men in the body bag. As time goes, the ribbon becomes thicker and thicker.
The man with the sword appeared to be waiting for something.
The ribbon begin to tear.
The men with the sword casually walked across the street towards the kneeling man. The man begin screaming in agony as the ribbon begin to tear even more. The sword begin to glow in the man's hand as he walked between those walking around. No one gave the man a glance, he stopped in front of the kneeling man.
The paramedics zipped up the body bag of the now-known dead man.
The kneeling man gapped his head. He begin to tear his hair out.
Deena's eyes widen as the man's hand phased right through the ribbon and into the kneeling man's chest. Her breathe quicken as he did nothing, after a second he dragged his out back out holding what looked like a blob of purple substance.
The eyelets on the kneeling body disappeared.
The ribbon was whole again. It begin becoming smaller and smaller until it formed an silver blob of light and phased right into the kneeling man's chest. There was a flash of silver and the kneeling man was gone.
The man with the sword, he moved the blob of purple and a mist erupted form his sword and swallowed the substance whole.
He then turned and looked DD in the eyes.
Eyes that were diamonds themselves, there wasn't any whites or pupil to be seen. Just a huge chunk of glittering diamond.
She tried to look away, she really did. But it was as if she was frozen in time and being forced to stare into his eyes. All she saw was her reflection. The men didn't move at all either. There was a popping sound in DD's ears, she blinked, she glanced around seeing if anyone else saw what had happened.
No one was even looking at him.
She looked back at the men only to discover he was gone.
She heard a whisper in the crowd.
"There was no one in the truck."
That day…
That was the day Deena saw Death and looked him in the eyes for the first time.
It wouldn't be the last.
2 weeks, 4 days, 12 hours, 3 minutes, 23 seconds left
It was cold, a chilly breeze had made it way in from the sea shore of Amity Park. She couldn't sleep. Not after what she witnesses earlier.
She wore simple blue pajamas. Her hair was pulled into a soaked ponytail. The city was quiet, something that rarely happens. She was take full abuse of the stillness.
It was late into the night but from the roof of FentonWorks DD could still see the skyscrapers of down town Amity lit up, polluting the air, hiding the stars that DD always enjoyed. She sighed, buried her face into her arms, "Does everything have to seem so difficult?" she asked herself.
Behind her, she heard the hatch open that led from the attic room.
Jasper smiled as he found his sister sitting in 'her' spot. Wall against the short brick wall in the far corner. DD glanced over towards him with an empty expression. She knew what he came up here for.
She was just glade her mom wasn't the one to talk to her.
He walked over calmly, casually, with a blanket buddle up under his arms. He offered her a comforting smile.
"Any room for one more?" He questioned, already knowing he was more than welcome. DD buried her face back into her arms in response. He sat down and unfolded the blanket. Lightly he tossed one side over his sister's body, covering her head, and over his. The sat in seilnce for a moment.
Jasper looked over and place his hand on her knee, "You going to be okay?" He wasn't telling her she was, he was asking if she thinks she will. A different question everyone also has been asking her.
She looked at him, his eyes hold nothing but warmth and sympathy, as always. "I dunno." She thought back to the two man; blood, purple eyelets, ribbon, glowing sword, and diamond eyes. She shook her head, stop it. Stop thinking about it.
To her surprise, Jasper didn't say anything back. But she did notice his narrowed eyes at her head shake.
They headed inside not long after. It was late, they have school in the morning. Despite the hour, they could hear the booming from down stairs, their parents where still down in the lab working. The two shared a 'good night' and headed off to bed.
Her room was untouched.
Her bag of chips were still on her bed. Crushed as always.
She had eaten much today. Especially after the accident. Nobody seemed surprise, her parents were worried about her but knew she need time.
It wasn't even the accident that affected her so much… it was… No. Stop. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.
She took a handful of the chips and munched on them. Immediately, she felt something sharp gaze scrap across her teeth. She clutched her mouth shut and her eyes grew twice their normal size.
She could taste iron, her gums were burning… something metal and sharp was inside her mouth. There were several. Breathing heavily, DD felt a warm liquid dripple down her chin from her mouth. Without hesitation, DD spit the potion of food out onto the floor and jumped off her bed.
She gasped for air.
She knew what had been inside the bag that she didn't have to look down…
But fear and curiosity won…
She glanced down at the semi-chewed food. In the pile were…
In the pile were three pricks from the bottom of tacks. Tiny needles tossed into her chips.
Seeing the small yellow tops of the pricks, DD was overcoming with horrible dread. They were from her room. Against her will, her eyes went over to her photos which were pinned, there were three missing. Three missing and three pricks appeared in her food.
She breathed heavily as she backed into the window. When had she started backing up? She slide down, DD sat on the floor panting and gasping for air. She couldn't breathe. Clutching onto her throat, DD crawled to her feet and stumbled into the hallway, heading towards the bathroom.
Her body was numb.
Turning the tap on in her bathroom, she cupped her hands and took rinsed out her mouth. The water was mucky and an rusty red from her blood. Her gums weren't bleeding too badly, but she did get them. she begin taking tiny sips until her throat was soothed down. Panting, she slammed the palms of her hands against the sink, staring at the water running down the drain.
She could have easily swallowed those pricks. If she had… her tubes would have bleed, DD would've chocked on her own blood as it clogged her air tube. The thick heavenly liquid just sliding down her throat.
With a shudder, she headed back to her room. She wanted those pricks gone.
She rubbed her throat in fear. She was so close.
It was disgusting. She could partially feel the blood seeping down her throat even through it never happened. Wrapping her arms around her stomach, suddenly feeling sick, she stumbled down the hall. Her chest was heavy and everything blurred together.
It was then did she notice that she was crying. Finally, DD got near her door and froze.
Though her blurred vison; she could make out a shadow like figure at the end of the hall. Its diamonds eyes watching her. The same eyes from the accident the other day. She shook and blinked feisty. He was still there; she clutched her eyes close and payed for him to disappear.
She reopens her eyes and the figure was gone.
DD didn't feel like feeling for the figure that might be roaming her house. No one saw him at the accident, no one but her, she's seeing things and know it followed her home.
After shutting her door to her room, she slid down the door and sat on the floor. She rolled her head into her chest.
Why? Why does she feel like that was supposed to happen?
Her shoulders shook as she chocked on her sobs.
1 week, 6 days, 9 hours, 23 minutes, 43 seconds left.
She thought that might be the end of it. Just two near death-experiences and she would be done. It should be, why would someone want her dead so badly? Her life should have been normal; worries about grades, crushes on boys, getting into debates, being called a freak.
That's how her high school life should have been.
But it wasn't turning out that way.
No. the attempts weren't stopping. They wouldn't even easing up. If anything, they were becoming more and more obvious. More careless.
And strange enough, she kept getting strange phone calls and texts from the same number from the accident.
239-283-9823
Anytime she would try to call back, she would be told that this number does not exist. That there is no phone number out there that matches. It was getting old, it begin with random calls saying 'stop walking', 'turn right up ahead', 'don't go to….'. Then it turned to text messages with times and dates.
She sighed. Sam and Trixie were getting lunch; DD didn't doubt that Sam was going to force her to eat something. Ever sense that accident in her room with the needle pricks in her chips, she could hardly bring herself to look at anything editable.
Her phone vibrated.
She already knew who it was.
Flipping her phone open, she glanced towards the cafeteria doors. In a few moments, Sam and Trixie would exit and head over to their bench.
Her phone read: 8:39 PM. Do not walk in the park alone tonight.
Her brows knitted. Why in the world would she being walking in that park that late in the first place. Huffing, she tossed her phone back into her purse.
Trixie and Sam were heading her way.
I had someone- a guest- ask about Danny (Male!Dani, clone of Danny Phantom) rather if s/he was going to be in the story. Yes, he is. He is either going to be during Deena's freshmen year or sophomore year. I have an idea how I'm going to set the story line up.
There are going to be lots and lots of chapters that I'm sure of the placing. There are also going to be chapters in-between them as well, ones that either BlindingNight15 came up with or I came up with. A few my friend came up with.
Here are the set up for the storyline with the actual episodes. There are none of the made up characters in it just yet. They might change later on.
FRESHMAN YEAR
Fall
Mystery Meat
One of a Kind
Prisoners of Love
Parental Bonding
We Have a Jack Problem (Bitter Reunions)
What you Want
Fanning the Flames
Shades of Gray
Splitting Images
My Sister's Keeper
Life Lessons
13
Fright Night (Halloween)
Control Freaks
Teacher of the Year
Maternal Instincts
Winter
The Million Dollar Ghost
Identity Crisis
Public Enemies (Winter Formal)
Queen Trixie (King Tuck)
The Ultimate Enemy
The Fenton Menace
The Fright Before Christmas
Kindred Spirits
Masters of All Time
Beauty Marked
Micro-Management
Memory Blank
Spring
Flirting with Disaster
Secret Weapons
Reign Storm
Girls Night Out
Forever Phantom
Infinite Realms
Pirate Radio
Summer
Frightmare
Boxed of Fury
Eye for an Eye
Livin' Large
Torrent of Terror
D-Stabilized
Claws of the Wild
SOPHOMORE YEAR
Fall
Lucky in Love
Reality Trip
Urban Jungle
Winter
Double Cross my Heart
Spring
Doctor's Disorders
There you go. That's the basic set up of the storyline. Most of the episodes from Danny Phantom are going to end up in my story but in different orders. Also, that most of them happens in her freshmen year.
You guys can also request a story. A chapter that you came up with. Just review or PM me about it. What's it about, what supposed to happen, when does it take place, who's in it, where does it take place and any kind of rules that I have to follow. You can also request a episode/chapter/movie from a tv show/book/anime etc. and I'll see what I can do.
You can come up with characters, powers, locations, etc. Also, I plan on making a ghost culture story attached to this story and another Danny Phantom stories I have.
If you'll like to add in something into the ghost culture that you'll think will work, I love to hear it.
Acts/humanities, literature, medicine, rituals/holy places, etiquette, infant care, socialization, marriage, division of labor by gender/type of ghost, 'military', social problems/control, leadership/political officials, government, social classes, basic economy, architecture, history, emergence of nation, symbolism, immigration, illnesses, health, civil rights, work, money, transportation, disabilities, 'blood', language, society, 'death', lairs, weather, traditions, technology, celebrations/holidays, process of becoming a ghost, new ghosts, education, life style, prison, laws, type of ghosts, number of ghosts, common beliefs/knowledge, gestures/manners, ghost powers, cores, humanlike needs/organs, family structures, jobs, aging, halfas, foods, births, etc.
These are the issues of culture I'm gonna go over. I'm going all out.
I really hope you guys like the story.
Who this guy who keeps calling/texting DD?
Who's trying to kill?
Review below!