Hey everyone! This is the beginning of a ridiculously long, painfully thought out story I'm putting together. My goal here is how many clichéscan I fit into one thing while still making it decent. If anyone has any suggestions or requests go ahead and comment. I look forward to hearing them. I'm probably going to post chapters really slowly, my original plan was to write the whole thing before posting it, but I need feedback. So here's chapter one, I have up to chapter seven done. More will be posted eventually. Keep checking cause even I don't know when it will be ready. Happy reading!
Chapter 1 – To begin
It was just another average, ordinary day in Amity Park. Birds chirping, people screaming, ecto blasts filling the air. Just an average day.
"I will have your pelt, Ghost Child!" a cacophony of cringes followed this statement.
"Not gonna happen Skulker, suck it up." A cheery voice lilted as the sound of a modified Fenton thermos rang out, signaling the end of the fight. Cheers sounded from the frazzled citizens below as the familiar ghostly spectre flew away from the scene.
Though still sporting monochrome attire, Danny Phantom looks nothing of the child in a hazmat suit he once was. He now wore black combat boots over grey ripped jeans, as well as a tight white muscle shirt that shows off his hard-won muscle. Over his shirt he wears a black trench coat with white trim, which leads down to the white fingerless gloves covering his hands. His neon green eyes and white hair are ever unchanged, though he looks a bit older, confusing some of the more scientific minds of Amity Park.
"I'm never gonna make it on time…" whispers the ghost boy as he flies invisibly into the Casper High men's bathroom. Quickly changing from his ghost persona back to his human form, Danny Fenton runs through the halls just to stop outside his classroom right as the bell rang. Hanging his head Danny walks through the door to face his irate teacher; Mr. Lancer stands proudly at the front of the class with his hands on his hips.
"I see you've decided to show up for class today Mr. Fenton. How nice of you to join us. Take a seat." The teacher pointedly turns back to the chalkboard as Danny passes, moving on to the subject for today. Danny makes his way to the back of the classroom towards his two best friends with his head down, listening to the snickering voices of his peers as he walks.
"-Always late-"
"-what's his deal-"
"-such a freak-"
"-even make it to class-"
"-loser-"
When Danny finally sits at his desk he lays his head in his arms, tapping his finger slowly against the plastic. Sam and Tucker looked worriedly at their friend, exchanging a glance over his head. He didn't have to do it often, but when Danny was really low on energy, or hurt badly after a fight, he was able to absorb the emotions from people around him to help heal himself. His signal to his friends that he was feeding was the tapping of his finger, it let them know not to wake him up.
Eventually Danny takes a deep breath and lifts his head, slowly opening his eyes before looking at each of his friends in turn. A small paper lands on his desk from the right.
Who was it? -S
Danny smiles at his friends worry and quickly his reply.
I'm fine, it was just Skulker. -D
Sam looks relieved for a moment, then confused, quickly writing down her next question. Danny notices Tucker watching the exchange and reminds himself to hand him the note next.
Why did you need to heal yourself then? -S
Danny quickly looks up at Lancer to make sure he wasn't paying attention before scribbling back his reply.
I barely got any sleep last night because of ghost attacks, and Skulker managed to hit me in the head with one of his seeking missiles. -D
The young halfa turns the paper so Tucker can read it, then hands it back to Sam. After a nod and smile they both seem to accept the answer and they refocus on the lesson, Sam changing pens to a different color to mark where Danny's section of notes ended.
"As you all know we let the senior class take a workshop every year, influenced by current events. This year the class chosen for your senior class workshop was Ghost Defense 101. I have everyone's schedules printed out with the new class and it's teachers, and I expect everyone to be ready to dive into this class when it starts next week."
The sudden announcement from Mr. Lancer causes a raucous of noise to break out across the room. There are groans, cheers, and nervous whispering abound. Nobody even notices the horrified looks present on the resident freak trio's faces as they look towards each other. Nor the whispered conversation they have discussing potential problems the class could arise.
"Who do you think is teaching the class?" Tucker whispers.
"It has to be Danny's parents, who else are known ghost experts in this town?" Sam says cautiously, watching Danny as he evidently thinks of something worse.
"It could be the GIW? I mean, technically they are government official ghost experts." Sam looks incredulously at Danny as he speaks.
"The GIW can't figure out a ghost from a baseball! It couldn't possibly be them!" the yell comes as a whisper, barely loud enough to hear over the cacophony of noise still taking over the class.
"I'm just saying it's a possibility. We should be prepared for anything. Even the GIW. Though it is a lot more likely that it'll be my parents, I don't think we should rule it out until we know for sure." He looks pensive as he said this. Sam and Tucker knew Danny was right, but it was still hard to believe the GIW could teach a class on something they don't know the first thing about. That's when Lancer decides to reign in the chaos overtaking the class.
"Okay everyone, please come up here when I call your name and receive your schedule. This should take us to the end of class time so be as quick as you can." People began walking up as their name was called out, some looking interested in the new class, and some outright laughing at the paper in their hands. Finally, it was the trios turn.
"Daniel Fenton"
He walks up and grabs his paper from Lancer, not looking at the sheet until he gets back to his seat.
"Tucker Foley"
Tucker, doing the same as Danny, waits until he is back at his seat to look at his sheet. A couple more people are called before Sam finally goes up to get her own sheet, again waiting until she is back at her seat to look at it. Finally, class was over, and the three friends wait until everyone start filing out to compare times and teachers.
"My class is right after lunch, with Danny's parents" Tucker speaks as the trio finally walks out of the classroom, heading towards Danny's locker. As the other two look over their schedule again grins blossom on their faces.
"Mine is too" Sam says excitedly.
"Same" Danny replies.
"I guess we're still in all the same classes then" Tucker runs a hand through his hair as he says this, shaking loose the few dreads stuck together. The trio grinned at each other as they walk through the halls of Casper high towards the outdoor lunch area, garnering the attention of almost everyone they passed.
It is senior year for the trio, and though many things are the same for them, a few things have definitely changed. Sam is now 5'9". Tall and athletic, she shines in battle and in gym class. Her outfit consists of elbow length, black, fingerless gloves that work like the ghost gauntlets, they allow her to touch ghosts with her hands just like she would a human. She wears a tight black tank top that shows off the tattoo on her left shoulder blade, a rose made of ice laced with green ectoplasm. Her pants are black cargo pants with green stitching that hold a collapsible version of an anti-ghost staff, as well as a new and improved version of the Fenton thermos created by tucker that is the size of a lipstick blaster. She also wears steel toed combat boots that are black with neon green laces that can be used as ghost proof rope. Her hair is grown out, now flowing down to the middle of her back. Most often though it is pinned up in a messy bun. Her ever present gothic make up is now black lipstick with neon green liner, and black eyeliner.
Tucker, though ever the techno geek, has also changed significantly. Now the tallest out of the group at 6'5", he is now pure muscle. Wearing a dark yellow turtleneck under a green canvas jacket, paired with his camo cargo pants and tan steel toed work boots. He looks nothing of the dorky kid he used to. These days he wears his hair in dreads, no longer wearing his beret. His glasses are sleek, designed by him to be able to see ecto signatures and trails with the push of a button. Tucker also wears black fingerless gloves designed to let him touch ghosts, but he also carries two ecto pistols tucked into a sheath under his jacket, as well as a collapsible version of the Fenton bazooka designed by him that fits in a pocket of his cargo pants. Along with all his ghost fighting equipment, he also stores his three most valuable PDA's in his cargo pants.
Danny, the leader of the freak trio, might've been the most changed of them all, however. Now standing at 6'2", Danny struggles to continue his charade of weak classmate. His hair is as unruly as ever, eyes still the bright crystal blue. But the dark circles under them speak of sleepless nights and hard-won battles. Gone is the red and white shirt, in its place is a black long sleeve shirt under blue flannel, dark wash jeans and black steel toed work boots. He also adorns his hands in fingerless gloves, these featuring weighted knuckles and the ability to magnify his own ghostly powers. Because he can use his ghost powers, Danny only ever carries a small tucker modified thermos on him, as well as the gloves that can magnify his powers.
The trio are still considered the freak trio of Casper High, but now they are also the talk of the school. An enigma everyone wants to solve. The tight knit group never branches out with others, but they are always kind and help where they can. There isn't one person in the whole school who hasn't heard of the mysterious friends.
Let me know if there's anything you think I should work on. I'm not the best writer so I'm kinda playing it by ear. Thanks for reading!