Based on tumblr prompts. No humans know Danny's Phantom, and he has no human friends.

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"I'm just saying," said Danny, "that they should have something better to do with their time than harass me."

"Ain't that a bite," said Sydney, morosely. "It's the same here."

Danny groaned and tilted his head back to clang against the side of his locker. Somehow, knowing that the bullying situation was the same in the afterlife as it was in his current life wasn't terribly encouraging.

Sydney was even still trapped in a high school. It was like there was no way out, no matter what.

Wait. Maybe that was it.

"Maybe," said Danny, testing the waters, "we should try to get out more."

"What do you mean?" asked Sydney.

"Well, I mean, I'm not going to have any luck making friends while I'm victim number one here, and I think that if the guys on your end were going to have a change of heart, they would have done it already. I mean, it's been fifty years, dude."

"Don't remind me."

"Okay, but that's why we should get out. Look in other places for friends!"

"That's not going to stop the bullies," said Sydney, dubiously.

"No, but it might make us feel better. And, if we go together, worst thing that could happen is that we just hang out with each other, then go home. Or back to school."

Sydney made a face. "I can't exactly go places with you, Danny. Your town isn't exactly welcoming to my kind."

"That's why we're going to do this in the Ghost Zone! I'm way too much of a freak to make human friends."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea..."

"I'll go as Phantom. What's the worst that could happen?"

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"I changed my mind. This is a terrible idea."

"Hey, I had to trade three packs of soda just to get the location!"

"Yeah, and I bought you those sodas," said Danny.

He took a deep, steadying breath. This was just a techno-blasting ghost nightclub. Nothing really scary, like, for example, a school cafeteria.

"You're right. We can do this."

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It soon became apparent that they had either vastly overestimated what two introverted nerds could take, or vastly underestimated the ghost nightclub. Either way, Sydney had been breathing into a paper bag behind the building for the last ten minutes, and Danny wasn't much better. Both of them were studiously avoiding looking at the biker couple making out a few yards down the wall.

Then the back door slammed open, and an almost human-looking girl with blue hair and stage makeup strode out. "Which of you losers can play an instrument?"

"I can play the piano," said Sydney.

"Theremin," said Danny.

"Wow, you really are a loser. What about you two?" she asked, turning to the couple.

"Drums," said the boy, scratching his ear.

"Guitar," said the girl. She crossed her arms. "What for?"

"My band was tagged by Walker, and I'm up in thirty minutes." Her face went hard. "The show will go on, even if I have to scrape the bottom of the barrel. A theremin. Unbelievable. Come on." She swept back into the nightclub.

Danny made to follow, but Sydney caught his wrist. "Should we really do this?" he asked, whispering.

"It isn't as if we have anything better to do. Let's go!"

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Danny and Sydney sat on the side of the island that housed the nightclub, their feet swinging above the abyss below. They were, to put it lightly, rather stunned.

"What was that?" asked Sydney.

"It was..." Danny considered his words, "an experience."

"What am I wearing?"

"I... don't know, actually. I think that might have been a tie? Maybe? It's very punk."

"I have only the very vaguest of conceptions of what that means."

"It's cool? I don't know. But! We accomplished our goal for tonight, so we can count this in the win column."

"We did?"

"Yeah! We made friends!"

"We did?" asked Sydney, looking at Danny like he'd grown a second head (which he'd only done once, thank you very much).

"We played in a band with them," said Danny, solemnly. "That makes us friends."

"Huh. I guess you're right."