Original story idea by me. I do not own Danny Phantom or The Mask.

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Amity Park, Illinois - a nice place to live, as signs on the city's borders proudly proclaimed. While it was true that it had a generally good quality of life, it also had a reputation as not just the weirdest city in the state, but perhaps in all of the country.

In recent months, Amity Park had become the home of some rather unusual creatures. Call them specters, spooks, ghouls, or whatever, a population of ghosts had began to invade the town, causing mass mayhem and chaos wherever they flew to. The city was lucky enough to have a defender - a single young ghost kid in a black suit named Danny Phantom. He had earned the respect of the town's youth, but most of the adults still harbored a deep suspicion of him - including the Mansons, the wealthiest family in the community.

Of course, Amity Park held its fair share of secrets too. The ghost kid was not fully a ghost - he was also local teen Danny Fenton, given his powers by a great shock in his family's ghost portal. Only his two best friends knew of this secret, the two who had been in the room where it happened. And one of them was the Mansons' own daughter Samantha, or Sam as she loudly and proudly called herself.

All of these facts meant very little to Sam at the moment, being that it was Friday night and she was simply hanging in her room. Danny had been forced to go to a convention with his family, so hanging with him was off the schedule. She could maybe give her other friend Tucker a call, maybe try to patrol the streets for any ghostly activity. Somehow, the town had been fee of action for the last 24 hours - Sam hoped this was a sign of good fortune, but assumed it to be a mirage.

Her parents already fast asleep, she looked at the clock on her night stand - red digits read out 11:34 PM. She was cursed to be a night owl in a family of early birds. Not that Sam had a problem with this in any way - her relationship with her parents could best be described as "rocky", and outright hostile at worst. At least Sam had her grandma, the only one who could accept her rebellious attitude, her Goth look, and her vegan lifestyle.

Speaking of her parents…

Getting out of her bed, Sam opened the drawers to her dresser, pulling out the "gift" they had picked up for her from the flea market. It was an old and rather ugly wooden mask, looking like it had been chewed up and spit out by various woodland creatures. Her dad had joked it represented her "ugly" personality, and her mom quipped that its drab green color matched her black hair perfectly.

And people wondered why Sam was such an outcast. With the crazies she shared a roof under, she was lucky to have two good friends in this world. Then again, Danny and Tucker were just her kind of people to hang with - she had enough money to be in the clique of the popular girls, but was more than happy to chill with the two guys who sat towards the back of the class.

Thinking about the popular girls, she looked closer at the ugly piece of wood - boy, she could really give Paulina and Star a scare with this thing on. If only she could figure out how to attach it - there didn't seem to be any holes to attach this mask around a face.

Bringing the mask closer, Sam almost jumped in surprise at what happened next - a bright green flash of light shone across the wooden surface, the same freakish color as the Ghost Zone she and Danny had visited many times.

Was this thing infused with ecto-energy? Why else would it glow green like that? Sam knew deep down it wasn't a good idea to mess with strange items like this mask, but she had always carried a bit of guilt for being the one to encourage Danny to step into the portal. Perhaps it was fate that this mask had came into her hands - and with two days of him away, it was perhaps Sam's turn to be the hero.

As she stuck the wooden object onto her head, it became immediately clear to Sam that she was wrong.

As soon as this mask met skin, it began to writhe into a living object, twisting and tugging as wooden tendrils began to grow from its edges and swallow Sam's hair and short ponytail. Her face burning like it was being poured in hot wax, Sam screamed out for her parents in terror - but by whatever magical force this mask contained, her mouth let out no more than a dry whimper. In the time it took Danny to go ghost, Sam's head had been consumed by the cursed artifact - and it was about to give her a transformation like no other.

Contorted by the incredible energy, Sam's body began spinning, picking up speed until it was suddenly a whirling twister. Crashing out the bedroom window and twirling through the front yard, flashes of lightning lit up the figure inside, muffled screams soon giving way to grunts of pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity, the tornado came to a sudden halt, moonlight shining down on the figure standing in the street.

"Mmmm, I feel…powerful. Yes, Miss Manson has some business to attend to. Come along darlings, take a ride with me."

Her chuckle began to turn into a cackle, as if her sanity was ebbing away. This time of her own will, the figure turned into another twister, one that she was in full control of.

Desires laid bare to the world, the figure was off and running for a night of mayhem - and Sam's problems were about to finally be corrected in her own special way.