So hello

I have all these tiny stories all over my computer so I put a few together and created this... And created a few more.

I don't own Danny Phantom

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Sam and Tucker gaped at the frozen ghosts before running even faster down the hallway.

"Are you sure it's him?" Sam panted between breaths as she pushed herself to remain in front of Tuckerx

Tucker almost laughed if he hadn't been running. "Who else can turn people into popsicles? It's Danny."

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Danny laughed at the book Vlad was reading. Macbeth? He was fairly sure his grandmother owned that book.

"I should have known you'd be old fashioned given your age. What are you, like, three hundred?"

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"I know how to plan a date," Danny protested as Sam dialed a number on the landline.

"You know how to be a good husband and chase monsters. I know how to plan a night out." Sam replied easily.

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"Danny!" Jazz vehemently opened his bedroom door to reveal a ghost-Danny on the bed, sitting cross-legged. "The one thing I ask you to do tonight, what was it?"

"Raise the dead," Danny replied.

"And what did you do?"

"Raise the dead."

"And now there are a bunch of undead little hot dogs in the fridge attacking, and whose fault is that?"

"Raise the dead."

"Cut that out!"

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Danny palmed his forehead and rubbed it forcefully, as if to relieve stress.

"Why do you want to go into politics, anyway?" He asked the older halfa sitting across the wooden desk.

"Because I have great hair and I love lying," Vlad replied. "Do I need a better reason?"

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Requested by Unicorns Eat Llamas

"What is this!" Danny yelped as he touched the gills on his neck. Seeing the floppy new appanage that had replaced his legs, he quickly forgot about the holes in his neck. "Never mind, what is that?!"

"Dude," Tucked shook his head. "I think your a merman."

Danny flopped his- he hardly dared to think of it- tail, uselessly on the tile floor, scattering water droplets everywhere. "Tuck, my parents hunt merpeople! And now I'm one! What am I-"

He gapped at his tail. (His tail! HIS TAIL!) It may have just been him, no, no it wasn't just him, the black scales were turning lighter...

Soon his merman tail had turned back into his denim jeans. Touching his neck, he discovered only smooth skin where the rough slits once were.

"Danny," Tucker said gently. "I think your half-merman."

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Some of the dialogue (A lot, actually) is from notdannyphantom's blog "Totally Correct" on Tumblr, and some are requests.

If you want to make a request, DIALOGUE ONLY PLEASE. For example:

Danny: I want you to trust me.

Valerie: I can't trust a ghost.

And I'll turn it into something like this:

Danny tightened his fingers around the barrel of the gun, staring exactly where Valerie's eyes should be through her mask. "I want you to trust me," he said as he zapped an oncoming ghost with a ray that just missed Valerie's head. The smell of singed hair curled through the air.

She jerked her gun to the right of the ghost's head, and fired, this time the blast taking a chunk out of Phantom's hair, and hit the ghost positioned just above the halfa, ready to claw his heart out.

"And I can't trust a ghost."

So yeah!

I'll try to get everyone's as a side project to work on.

(And for those of you worried about my other stories, calm down! Those things are still 100% in the works, even though things are a little slow.)

Reviews feed the Narwhals!

-FallingNarwhals