The first video immediately zoomed into a ball of blankets that was on top of a scruffy couch. Focusing closer, it turned out not only to be blankets but also Danny Fenton. Everything except his head was covered, he looked to be in his own glorified blanket burrito. It was the most peaceful he had been recorded as online so far, and many people watching cooed at the sight.
A whisper came from behind the view, recognizable as Sam Manson's, "He's been carrying us in flight almost all day, not to mention we had to be somewhat stealthy about it. I'm surprised he didn't collapse in midair." The camera zoomed in more as Danny snored softly on the couch. "Darn, he's so cute when he actually sleeps."
The soft speaking, but still sarcastic voice of Tucker Foley cut in, "Okay lovebird, would you like some privacy to watch Danny sleep? Cause really my technology should not be getting emotionally scarred like this."
"Shut it Tucker, you know what I mean! It's actually kind of sad that he's getting more sleep as a fugitive then he'd be able to get at home. Except maybe when he's knocked out by force."
"Uh-huh, sorry to burst your bubble Sam, but I doubt even that can help. Remember the time that he broke free from Nocturne alone? The ghost who's entire thing is to put people to sleep, for like eternity or something. Yeah, I think our buddy here is always gonna be sleep deprived."
"As long as there are ghost and human conflicts, probably."
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The next video it was significantly lighter around them, morning light streaming in from windows across the room. Danny sat secluded off to the side of the screen, fidgeting with his hands obsessively. Sam and Tucker stood near center frame of the camera, arguing and waving their hands around. It was a weird topic for viewers to process, considering the three teenagers' situation.
"Tucker you're literally corrupting this sweet, innocent boy. He may fight ghosts that want to cause his suffering along with being a teenager at public high school. But he's still too pure for your awful words. We need none of that for this little halfa."
"They were just swear words!"
"You can't be saying that stuff in front of him, especially when he's in his morning faze. You know it's worse without any caffeine!"
From the corner, Danny glared at a black spot on the floor. He shot a mini ecto-blast at it, but the small figure scurried to the side, avoiding it. With mumbled words in the room's brief moment of silence, Danny continued glaring hostilely at the arachnid. "Fuck you spider."
The other teens froze, both slowly turned back to face the raven-haired half ghost on the ground. Sam silently turned her gaze to Tucker who had been trying to hold in a laugh. The glare in her eyes was murderous, Tucker's own eyes widened, and he let out a scream, running away. Sam in chase behind him.
Danny watched them run out of the room before looking at the camera like he was in a sitcom, shrugging. "Guess I'll use ghost swears from now on so Sam doesn't kill anyone." He looked the ground again, narrowing his eyes.
"Hey wait! Where's my coffee?!"
They got him Starbucks later in the morning.
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The next video was dated back to before the entire hunt had started, taking place in Amity Park's streets where it appeared to be Fall. It was night and the streets were lined with automatic outdoor lights. Ghostly figures flew through the air in a blur, spinning around each other at high speeds. A low powered ecto-blast strayed from the chase and struck one of the surrounding buildings harmlessly. Over the whistle of the wind some small grumbles could be heard from the spectral beings.
After a few moments of constantly twirling in the air, the two ghosts stopped, floating opposite each other. Danny Phantom hovered in the air, lightly glaring at the small octopus ghost across from him. He didn't look extremely different then he had in the most recent videos, only with a little more baby fat on his cheeks and darker bags under his eyes. The half ghost looked as though he was completely dead.
The ectopus spoke to Danny in what some viewers knew to be ghost-speak. To humans it only sounded like a mess of growls and unintelligible noises. Instead of any normal response to something growling at you, Danny was listening to them intently. When the ghost finished its spiel, Danny facepalmed, looking like he'd rather collapse into the street rather then deal with any of its shenanigans.
"Okay, no, listen. You cannot do that."
Gurgling was his only reply.
"No, you can't just go around town eating cotton candy! I don't care if you wouldn't hurt anyone in the process, you'd still be stealing!"
The little green ghost looked down in thought, before bouncing back up in the air, gurgling happily.
"What- no. It would not make it better if I joined you!"
The ectopus grumbled sadly, somehow looking like a kicked puppy.
Danny sighed, looking guiltily down at the ghost. "Listen, Greenie, I'm calling you Greenie now. It's two in the morning and I'm already sleep deprived enough as it is. How about you just wait, and tomorrow I will buy you cotton candy."
Greenie swirled around happily in the air, then landed on top of Danny, curling up on his shoulder. The half ghost reached up and scratched under his chin, Greenie's glow softened, and he cuddled deeper into Danny's neck, purring. Two synchronized aww's came from behind the camera and the half ghost teenager silently glared at them.
Tucker's voice came from behind the camera, "Alright, I guess we'll go back to my room and stay the rest of the night-err- morning there. Especially considering we don't want little Greenie here getting mixed up with too many human ghost hunters, I mean, two and a half are already enough."
Danny hovered towards them, taking special care not to disrupt the napping ghost on his shoulder. "You know you guys didn't need to get up with me, I would have been fine on my own. Plus, now all three of us are up at two in the morning."
Sam's pale hand reached out and linked with Danny's own as she walked into the shot, shaking her head. "Yeah, think about it, the perfect cover. Just three antisocial teenagers having a sleepover on a school night, not unusual at all. Come on Danny, you can't have all the fun with late night ghost hunting. We can handle some all-nighters too, at least to keep you company."
The accused teen crossed his arms and attempted to glare at her, ending up looking more like a grumpy kitten. "Well, I can handle it better then you guys. Besides, I'm used to it by now."
"Really? You sure seemed used to it when you fell asleep three times in English class alone."
A green blush rose on Danny's cheeks, he pouted, trying to look mad. "I resent that. I prefer sleep over Shakespeare thank you very much."
Tucker chopped his hand in between the other two teens. "Okay you bickering kiddies, let's put you both to bed so you won't be too grumpy in the morning~"
The clip sped forward, showing a sleeping Danny curled up on a makeshift pillow pile, Greenie lay cuddled on his chest. His light green glow making the now human Danny and him visible in the dark room. Both spectral beings were snoring cutely, Danny shifted in his sleep, pulling Grennie closer, who in turn snuggled deeper into his chest.
A whispering Sam cooed, "Oh ancients, they're so cute." She tiptoed closer and pulled a blanket over the half ghost's legs.
Tucker twisted the camera towards an alarm clock, it read 3am. "They say it's the devil's hour but all I see are two adorable angels. Alright, this is going in the memoir. And we're getting these two cotton candy if it kills us."
Sam nodded solemnly. "Agreed."
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Another video appeared, unlike the website's videos, it was posted on YouTube. The channel was new, named AmityPark_Phanclub. It didn't immediately draw much attention but when it was noticed and proved to be real, it spread like a forest fire.
The camera faced a group of teenagers, more accurately a hoard of them. They were all surprisingly silent and their group seemed quite organized, most payed a particular amount of attention to the group closest to the camera.
A crop top wearing Latina girl started off, "We are the official Danny Phantom Phanclub. This club was founded about two years ago in Casper High, ever since Phantom truly started his heroic deeds, we've been growing stronger and stronger every day."
A blond-haired jock crossed his arms a few paces away from her. "We're here to declare war on whoever we must. Because we can no longer stand this, we here in Amity have seen our hero chased and hit by hunters countless times. We aren't going to let that happen anymore, especially with the Guys in White."
Without any hesitation a red-haired boy with glasses held up a detailed chart to the camera. "The Guys in White produce more property damage within a single day of work than Phantom does in three weeks. Yet they have the nerve to call him out on that. Danny has done nothing but help and protect us while most of these human hunters only terrorize people further with destruction and brash moves." Murmurs of agreement rippled through the rest of the group.
With a piece of long hair wrapped around her finger, a blonde girl stood close to the first girl who had spoken. "Maybe we used to be rude to Danny but that already changed, and he never deserved it. Honestly, we could all see it, he's genuinely kind and sweet. Even in middle school he was protecting people, Dash that's the reason you started picking on him in the first place."
The other teen from earlier, Dash, nodded his head. "Fenton isn't a monster, he's just a little geek who always wanted to be an astronaut."
Another jock like teen spoke up "Heck, do you guys remember when he'd go on his rants about specific constellations and planets whenever anything similar to the subject came up? I definitely do. How didn't we realize something was wrong when he just, stopped talking about all of that stuff. I guess we did somewhat, but we still didn't have an explanation for those injuries he'd walk in with."
A dark-skinned girl, wearing a strange red bracelet, sighed. "We never thought it'd be ghost hunting, anything but that really. He may be a Fenton but he was always out of there as soon as any ghost came around. Dang it! We didn't see him because he was the one fighting the big ghosts that no one else would. He was the one getting injured and missing class, sacrificing so much, and for what? To get ridiculed by all those he saved countless times? No, I don't care what governments think he's bad, whoever will threaten him. We won't just let it slide anymore."
The final person to step forward seemed older then the other, with long red hair, she bore resemblance to the Danny they were currently discussing. Only a few viewers at the time realized that this was Jazz Fenton.
She spoke confidently, "We, the young adults of Amity Park declare the innocence of Danny Fenton, and in extension Phantom. Many ally themselves with this group, among those the Red Huntress, and dozens of beings from the Ghost Zone. Our biggest goal at the moment is for Danny's name to be cleared of charges, and it will happen. This isn't a threat, but a fact. Either you let those three teenagers be, or nothing will stand in the way of what we seek to achieve.
"I suggest you choose wisely."
Her cold stare at the camera momentarily softened. "As for Danny, Sam, and Tucker; know we all support you and wait for your guys safe return. You are all expected here, and no government reports will change that, not that they ever had. Now stay safe out there you three."
Chaos erupted as everyone shouted goodbye or good luck directed towards the trio, those who had spoken glanced at each other, communicating seemingly without words and nodding. The screen goes black after that, only a few vague words of farewell echoing afterwards.
AN: Thank you for all your guy's support, I really hope you're enjoying whatever random stuff I'm scrounging out of the depts of my mind. Until next time~
Edited 06/6/2020