I do not own Danny Phantom.

Danny, Sam and Tucker partake in an epic dare war, each one striving to be named the Ultimate Dare Master.

Dare ideas would be wonderful. So, let's do this!

The Start

Hands shoved in his jean pockets, Danny Fenton lazily strolled down the sidewalk. He could see the dim outline of Casper High in the distance. He heaved a sigh. "Another day. Another seven hours wasted."

"I hear you," Sam Manson, his female best friend, agreed. "I don't know how much more Shakespeare I can take."

Tucker Foley, Danny's male best friend, snorted. "Never mind Shakespeare. Gym class is killing me."

"Don't you feel as if we're stuck in a rut?" asked Danny.

Sam and Tucker exchanged glances. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it's the same routine, every day. We go to school, we learn stuff that we'd rather not learn about, we get our butts kicked by Dash and his group, and then we go home to fight ghosts and not do our homework."

Tucker shook his head. "I fail to see how fighting ghosts can count as boring."

"When you do it as often as we do, I guess it could be considered boring," brought up Sam.

Danny nodded. "Exactly. I just want something…something different. Something a little more exciting."

The trio fell silent as they continued their walk. They reached Casper High and filed into the building, joining their peers as they shuffled for class. They entered Lancer's classroom and took their usual seats.

"We're early for once," observed Sam, slouching in her seat and propping her feet up on her desk.

"We have ten minutes to kill before Lancer comes in and asks us to start analyzing the heck out of some poem," added Danny. "Which I didn't read. But then again, I never do the readings."

Tucker rested his chin in his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a minute of deep thinking, a wide grin curled across his face. "I just got the most brilliant idea!"

"This can't mean anything good," remarked Sam.

"Well, maybe not, but it'll probably be amusing," reasoned Danny.

Tucker crossed his arms. "Thanks for the support. Maybe I won't tell you. Maybe I'll let this routine continue on."

Danny arched an eyebrow. "What?"

"You said you wanted something exciting to happen. Well, I've got just the idea."

"Go on," said Danny, an intrigued expression on his face.

"How about the three of us compete in an all-out dare challenge?"

"That'll definitely solve the boring problem," said Sam in amusement.

Danny grinned, blue eyes bright with excitement. "I'm just thinking of all the dare possibilities…"

"We could each take turns daring the other two," said Tucker. "So I would dare you guys, and when it was Sam's turn, she would dare me and Danny, and then Danny would dare me and Sam. Then it would continue in a circle."

"Ooh…I'm not gonna like it when it's her turn," muttered Danny.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Now for the important question. Are there winners and losers?"

"Of course. We can't have this dare contest forever. I was thinking that we each get five chickens. Once those chickens are gone, you lose and can't participate in any more dares."

"How do you lose a chicken?" asked Danny.

"Well, by passing up on a dare you absolutely don't want to do and if you fail to complete a dare," said Tucker. "How does that sound?"

The ghost boy smirked. "I think we got ourselves one heck of a dare contest."

"I have a feeling some sick dares are going to get dished out," said Sam.

"By you, probably," pointed out Tucker.

Sam grinned. "Can't deny that. Alright, I'm in."

"Don't need to ask me twice," confirmed Danny.

Tucker pumped his fist in victory. "Sweet! This is going to be so much fun!"

"Definitely. But we better keep it on the down low," suggested Danny. "Our parents won't be happy if they discover we're doing stupid things of our own accord."

"Don't see how that's different than any other day," returned Sam. "But good point. I'd rather not get grounded for life."

"I've got one more important question to bring up," stated Danny. "What does the winner get?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I don't want to survive through this contest and end up with nothing."

"What makes you think you're going to win?" asked Tucker.

"I didn't say that. I said that if I win-and that's a good chance-I want some reward."

"Exactly," agreed Danny. "What's the point in being a winner if you don't have anything to show for it?"

"Well, the winner gets bragging rights, for sure," said Sam firmly.

"How long?"

"Lifelong. I know some of these dares are going to be painful, disgusting and humiliating. The winner deserves to brag about it for the rest of his or her life."

"Sounds fair," said Danny.

"I think the two losers should be personal slaves for the winner," added Tucker.

"Ooh." Sam grinned. "I like the sound of that."

"And how long for this one?" asked Danny. "I think a lifetime is a bit extreme."

"Yeah, I was thinking about a month," returned Tucker. "Four whole weeks. And the losers have to do whatever the winner tells them to do."

"I really like the sound of that," said Danny.

Tucker held out his hand. "Then it's a deal!"

Danny and Sam each placed their hands on top of his. "Deal," they said in unison.

Lancer walked in just as the teens settled back in their seats. "Alright, settle down," he ordered, setting his briefcase on his desk. "I don't want any disruptions today. We have a lot of material to get through."

Danny, Sam and Tucker exchanged sly glances. There would soon be disruptions abound, and it would be all their fault. Casper High was the perfect setting to execute dares.

"Let the games begin!" whispered Sam.

"Every man for himself," added Tucker.

Things were about to get interesting.