I know I've got SO many stories and I just started another Danny Phantom fic a few months ago, but oneshots are usually easier for me to write than full stories at most times. This way I can get my creative juices flowing with writing oneshots and try working on other stories I have too. As I said I find writing oneshots easier as it's one full story per chapter hence the oneshot part of it unless it's a two-parter or such. Anyways, yea, I wanted to do a oneshot/drabble Danny Phantom story to also help with writing DP characters as I write 'A Phantoms Grudge'. I've seen that people have lists in their own oneshot stories, but since I don't know what the next story/oneshot will be I won't have one. Mine will also probably have crossovers in it too just because I like them and for my own interpretation on those series meeting DP characters.
This is an alternate universe story of a 'what-if' scenario of what if Danny was caught by the Guys in White and died in captivity. Would he be the same Danny as a full-fledged ghost or something else. But, I think I went a little off topic around the middle to the end. It was meant to be Danny being an evil ghost, but it's like he's manipulating everyone he comes into contact with. I was planning it having more destruction, but maybe I can write a second part where Danny goes full-on ghost on everyone. It's just a thought.
Also here's a picture of what Danny's ghost form looks like in this oneshot though the picture is only on my Amino account:- aminoapps c / danny - phantom / page / blog / soe - story - 1 - danny / (Just put the spaces together)
Enjoy!
What-if Scenario - Captured
Genre - Drama/Tragedy
Word count - 5,285 (not counting ANs)
Story 1: You Wanted A Villain
"PLEASE! STOP, PLEASE ... it hurts..."
"It does not hurt. Ghosts don't feel pain that is a proven fact."
"You don't understand. I'm not ... like other ghosts," A soft whimper escaped said ghost's lips.
"Shut up, scum."
The sound of forcefully ripping fabric could be heard before the loud cries and screams of a teenaged ghost resonated through the metallic base, making every white-suited human shiver with glee at the sounds.
The boy just wanted to go home.
He struggled against their ghost-proof restraints; trying to avoid their sharp tools.
He eyed the sharp edge of the scalpel that neared his now bare chest, swallowing.
He didn't want to die.
Again...
SOE
It was a dark, dreary evening on the fifth anniversary of the Ghost boy's sudden disappearance. The local ghost hunter couple were ecstatic he was gone yet also saddened they didn't get to experiment on him; at first. It didn't take long for them to realise that their only son was missing along with the ghost.
This had sparked outrage.
The Fentons believed that Phantom had kidnapped their boy and had possibly done it to get to them.
They had tried looking for both boy and ghost, but nothing came up.
They hoped and even prayed that their Danny escaped from the 'bad ghost' and was on his way home.
It never occurred to them that their boy was indeed kidnapped, but not by a ghost...
The only people that really knew that Phantom was innocent was Jasmine Fenton, Samantha Manson, Tucker Foley and Vlad Masters.
The three teens had tried looking for Phantom in their own way until they came upon continuous dead-ends.
They had no choice, but to ask their parents old college buddy.
He had a soft spot for Danny, after all.
However, even he couldn't find the boy which frustrated the man.
He had even gone to such lengths as to check the Ghost Zone for the teen.
He was met with a dead-end like the teenagers.
It was a loss that couldn't be filled easily.
Now five years later; Jasmin was currently on holidays from college, visiting her parents. She still met up with Sam and Tucker only so they could fill the void that Danny had left. The twenty-one year old woman was currently sitting in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee in her hands with the small television on as background noise.
Her aqua eyes stared into her mug, lips turning downward as a choked sob escaped her lips. "Where are you, Danny..."
"It's been five years since the disappearance of resident hero and ghost; Danny Phantom. It was also around that time that the son of resident ghost experts; Maddie and Jack Fenton went missing. It was presumed that Phantom had kidnapped the boy and many still believe it to this day."
The words of the reporter on the TV caused the young red-haired woman to scowl. 'Because no one appreciated what my brother did for them...' she thought, bitterly.
"In other news; the Guys in White facility went into lockdown recently when one of their recent ghost captives went on a rampage and..." She stared at her notes, swallowing before continuing. "...killed many of the operatives. The survivors were able to lockdown the facility, but the ghost escaped before the ghost shield went up. The ghost left one message behind."
Jazz blinked, turning her head to the television to finally pay attention to what was being said.
Danny had always been afraid of what the GiW could do if they got a hold of him.
He had said that their research was just as flawed as their parents, but whereas their parents study ghosts ... the Guys in White destroy ghosts.
That had made her scared for him whenever he had gone up against those white-suited weirdos.
Their aim was bad, but if they tried hard enough ... they could catch him.
But as she stared at the screen all that fear for the GiW drained away and was turned towards whatever thing - ghost - did this.
An image appeared behind the reporter of a white wall that was stained in blood, making the young Fenton in the room shiver.
The words were simple yet left a mark in all who watched the news that morning.
The message left behind by the ghost that had once dwelled in the GiW facility as a former captive read: You wanted a villain. You got one.
Down below the words was a hastily drawn DP insignia only it was changed.
The P was no longer inside the D instead it was the other way around however the D was missing.
It was replaced by a creepy looking grin with eyes that looked like they were leaking or ... crying.
The insignia was the sign of their hero.
Someone had to have put that there to frame him, right?
Jazz stood up from her chair, breathing heavily as her eyes opened wide. She felt a lump rise in her throat and forcefully pushed it back down.
"No ... please, just ... no..." She mumbled out as tears streaked down her cheeks, unable to hold them in any longer.
There was no way that was her brother.
Danny would never kill.
SOE
He had flown for miles, invisible to the people below. The only thing on his mind was to get back. He saw the sign by the road that led to the small town and zoomed past it, causing many trees to billow behind him. He flew over houses on the edge of the town, searching for the familiar neon signage and UFO on top.
He stopped when he spotted the two-story, red brick house, landing in an alleyway and regaining visibility. He allowed two white rings to move over his body, changing him into the missing Danny Fenton.
The teenager looked around the corner of the alleyway, eyeing the quiet street before hurrying around the corner and up the front steps of his old home.
He had been missing for five years, so he couldn't just waltz in like usual.
He had to knock as if he never lived there.
As if he were a stranger asking for directions.
He brought his arm up, knocking on the door; waiting for either his parents or sister came by to answer.
He kept glancing over his shoulder with narrowed eyes as if expecting someone to jump him with an ecto-gun at the ready.
He heard a click and turned back to face the door just as it opened to reveal his sister. He blinked his eyes when he saw her. She had grown since he last saw her; she wore a buttoned up white shirt with jeans and her hair was cut to shoulder-length. She looked a lot like their Mum now - more mature looking.
She blinked, staring at the boy on the front steps.
He had long black hair, pulled back in a short ponytail; his ice-blue eyes gazed at her with a knowing look in them. He wore a dark grey shirt that had rips in it with a black jacket over the top and ripped-up jeans. He was probably about an inch shorter than her since she's stopped growing after eighteen, so he'd be about 5'5".
She couldn't take her own aqua eyes off of his own icy ones.
They were so familar.
An icy blue she hadn't seen in ... five years.
Jazz opened her mouth and let out a silent gasp, still staring at the boy before bringing him into a hug. "D...Danny ... oh Danny, you're back..." She held onto him, tightly, thinking that if she let go her brother would disappear again. "W...Where were you?"
Danny let his arms grab Jazz's, pushing her away and frowning at her. "I'll explain as much as I can to you, Jazz." He gave her a soft smile as he watched her wipe tears away that were forming in her eyes.
She nodded, "O...Okay. I better go tell ... Mum and Dad." She turned around about to head to the lab before turning to face him again. "Please, don't run off..."
He shook his head at her, keeping a smile on his face. "I won't, Jazz. I'm here to stay."
She smiled back, glad to hear that answer and hurried off to find their parents.
Danny closed the front door behind him, leaning his head on it as a smile crept it's way onto the teen's features. A red glow shimmered in his eyes as he gazed at where his sister had gone.
"You're a fool, sister..." A light chuckle escaped his lips before he stood up, regaining his composure and walked into the living room where he'd most likely have to talk with his family.
It didn't take long for Jazz to return with their parents in tow. Danny noticed that his Dad had another invention in hand, most likely one they'd been working on. Once their eyes lay on him they froze and gaped.
Before long they lunged at him with hugs and kisses which he ... welcomed.
"Oh my baby boy is alive!" Maddie exclaimed while running a latex hand through his still quite messy black hair.
He shivered at her words, slightly narrowing his eyes before smiling as if it didn't bother him.
"I knew you could kick that Ghost kid's butt, Danny-boy!" Jack exclaimed while patting his back, rather roughly.
The two let go of him after praising him for escaping from the 'bad ghost-boy' before finally noticing his appearance.
He didn't look nineteen.
He looked sixteen.
It confuddled them and also worried them a little.
But maybe their son just had a youthful appearance like some other kids did.
"Danny, how did you escape?" his Mother asked him and he frowned.
His parents always judged Phantom first when it could've been something else.
"I wasn't kidnapped by Phantom." This caused his parents to blink and frown. "It wasn't a ghost, but humans. You do realise that humans can be just as evil as ghosts, right?" He lifted an eyebrow, watching his parents reactions.
His parents just scoffed, laughed even.
It annoyed him.
"There may be bad humans, Danny, but saying that they're evil is a bit extreme," Maddie told him.
He narrowed his eyes at her words. "So the humans that steal, murder and rape innocent people aren't evil? How are humans and ghosts any different then?"
The three Fentons looked to the recently returned one in confusion though the redhead had some idea why he was asking these questions.
"Danny, what on earth are you talking about?" Maddie asked, frowning at her son. "Those people are criminals; plain and simple."
He grit his teeth together. "You're missing my point..."
His Mother was about to retort when the machine Jack had put down on the coffee table buzzed causing all four Fentons to stop and stare at it.
Danny frowned, deciding to ask what that was before his parents shot at him. "What is that?"
His Father picked up the machine with a large grin on his face. "This is the Fenton-Ghost-Scanner! It scans any nearby ghosts and takes into account all their history; when they died, where they've been and what level they are!" A frown suddenly marred his features. "There aren't any ghosts around here unless their invisible..."
His Mother stood up straight as that realisation sunk in for her, taking the ecto-gun off her belt and held it at the ready. "Don't worry kids ... we'll stop the ghost."
Jack pressed a button on the machine causing it to buzz and finally start talking; excitement buzzing through the jolly man at hearing what his invention would say. Jazz's eyes widened as she realised that it was most likely Danny the machine keyed in on and stared at her brother as he just stood by and did ... nothing to stop it.
"Fenton-Ghost-Scanner activated - ghost scanned ... Danny Phantom..." The Fenton parents gasped and looked around the room, trying to locate the spook. "Day of Death - 3rd of March 2004 and ... 2006..."
The Fenton parents looked at each other with frowns on their faces. "Why does he have two date of deaths in two separate years?"
They quietened down when the machine continued, "Current level - eight and nearing a nine." The Fenton parents widened their eyes at this. They didn't know that Phantom was that strong. "Used to reside in ... Amity Park. Was captured by the GiW, tortured and ... experimented on until escape a year ago."
Jazz stared at the machine with wide eyes as she turned her eyes to her little brother, noticing he had gotten up and was leaving the room. 'He has a date of death in 2006. He would've been sixteen then and he looks sixteen here.' she stared after her brother with wide eyes. 'H...He's not...'
The machine buzzed once more before going on once more. "Past life of Danny Phantom was ... Daniel Fenton..." The machine could only just finish the name before an ectoblast destroyed it.
Jack and Maddie whipped around to find their son in the doorway to the kitchen, hand smoking and glaring at the machine. The glare faded as a sad smile spread across his face.
"I...I never wanted you guys to find out..." He mumbled out, letting his smoking hand fall to his side.
"D...Danny, so you're..." He nodded, turning his head away from them. "...but why do you have two death days?" His Mother was smart, but it seemed even she couldn't piece what he had been together.
"In 2004 I had that accident with the portal - I was inside when I was shocked. The reason it counted was because I kind of half-died. I became half-ghost which was why all your inventions went off on me. Then a few months later I was caught as Phantom by the GiW and ... you know how they are..." He kept his eyes on the ground, lip wobbling as he remembered what they did to him. "At first it was just small tests with my powers then they went further with dissection. I was afraid of would they'd do if I revealed my human half if they'd make up some bull about you guys harbouring a ghost when you didn't even know." He snorted. "I stayed in ghost form and ... it kept me alive for the most part, but I started feeling weak because I wasn't eating food. The more time passed the weaker I got and with each vivisection I got ... I could tell my healing couldn't keep up. I wasn't eating, so my human half wasn't sustaining any sustainence and my ghost half was injured beyond what it was capable of repairing on minimal energy. So, in 2006 my human half lost the fight from both starvation and the injuries sustained by my ghost half." He let out a deep breath and let it out.
It was nice to tell someone about all that.
He looked up to see his sister with tears streaming down her cheeks and looking ready to give him another tight hug. His parents on the other hand ... looked like they didn't know what to do. Their son had been a half-ghost which meant he was still half-human, but now ... he was a full ghost.
He watched as his Mother finally came to terms with what he had just explained and what he'd said before the Ghost Scanner went off. She still had her ecto-gun in her hand and aimed it at her dead son; who frowned at her.
"You're just manipulating us like all ghosts do; using my dead son's body! How dare you!" She exclaimed, aiming at the glaring form of her son.
Danny eyes the remains of the machine with his piercing blue eye. "I am your som. That machine said so since it read my ecto-signature. I'm just Danny's ghost." He narrowed his eyes. "Or do you not accept the fact that I'm dead?"
There were tears in Maddie's eyes as she shook her head in denial.
She had hoped that her boy would come back alive not a ghost!
Why a ghost!?
She didn't even know if it was really her son or some post-human remains of him.
"Danny..." He turned to face his sister and gave her a sweet smile and Jazz could tell that it was faked. She didn't like this. Was this really her brother? Did something change in him after he was at GiW. "...um ... I saw a news report that said a bunch of GiW agents were killed by a ghost that recently escaped." She looked at him, pleading him for this to not be true. "That wasn't you, was it, Danny?"
He seemed to be in thought before a frowned marred his face. "I escaped a year ago and have sort of been flying around for the past year. The GiW base I was in was all the way in Washington D.C, so I thought to look around for a while."
The three Fentons let out sighs of relief that Danny's ghost wasn't evil.
He had escaped a year earlier than the attack on the base.
However Jazz couldn't get rid of the feeling that Danny was lying to them.
Was he actually manipulating them ... like an actual ghost?
She took a small device from her pocket, approached her brother and hugged him; not letting him notice the device scan his ecto-signature. This one didn't have a large perimeter like the one their Dad made. You had to get up and personal to the ghost.
"That's the second time you've hugged me today. I get I was gone for a few years, but cut me some slack, Jazz," he tried to joke.
She let go of him and lightly punched him before stepping up beside her confused parents. "I'm sorry, Danny." He lifted a brow at her, finally noticing the device as she pressed a button. "I just need to know."
"Ghost-Scanner ... old ecto-signature recognised as Danny Phantom known as the halfa or half-human, half-ghost. Is known for being a good ghost. New ectoplasmic signature within Phantom now recognised ... full ghost no longer halfa ... identified as no longer good ghost ... bad ghost. Stay away," the small device said causing the three Fentons to look where Danny was.
The Fenton parents immediately aimed weapons at the teenager though they seemed shaken.
This was the ghost of their son.
A ghost that had once been good and now ... was bad.
How did that work?
A low chuckle escaped Danny's lips before a full blown laugh echoed throughout the house causing the three to look around, but then turn back to Danny. He had a hand covering his face as if to hide something from view.
"I should've known it'd be you to figure me out, Jazz." He removed his hand from his face to reveal slitted bloody red eyes. "You were the smart one after all." A large fanged grin spread across his face as he stared his family down, causing shivers to wrack their spines.
The temperature in the house dropped drastically.
There was ice starting to coat the walls and the three living Fentons could see their own breath as they began to shiver.
"D...D...Danny, w...w...why are y...you doing t...this?" Jazz sputtered out due to the freezing temperature in the room.
He turned his red eyed gaze on her and frowned. "Why? Why shouldn't I?" He growled out as cold wind surrounded the youngest Fenton and when it stopped ... Phantom was in his place.
The three could only stare at his transformation. He was no longer the scrawny sixteen-year old that had just been standing before them. Phantom's once messy white hair was now flicked with flecks of icicles, making it look like his hair was actually made of ice. His once tanned skin was now as white as snow and as cold as the dead. His once ectoplasmic green eyes that glowed like a neon sign were now blood red with a vengeance. His trademark hazmat suit was changed up to fit him better as he'd grown muscles and was much taller in ghost form. His DP symbol was gone and replaced by a P with a leaking smile in the middle.
"I...It was y...y...you then..." Jazz muttered almost to herself, but Danny heard.
"I killed the GiW agents? Yes, what of it. They were a nuisance," Danny snarled out, his voice deep and had a bit of a baritone to it.
"D...Danny, you p...protect p...p...people not k...kill!" Jazz tried to reason with her brother.
A laugh left the confines of Danny's throat as he turned his head to face his freezing family. "The Danny you knew died in the confines of a GiW base, fearing for his life." He took several steps closer to his family. "In my beginning days there I hoped I'd get out. That someone would help me." A grim smile spread across his face before he became disgusted with himself. "As time went on I still held on to that hope. However..."
He glared at his family as they stood technically freezing to death from the ice coating their lounge room.
"...As my final days came I began to realise that no one was coming for me." His smile grew so big it covered his entire face, showing fangs. "I died a few days later after a vivisection and some torture." He chuckled at the expression's frozen on his family's faces. "And you wanna know the best part? I died blaming humans. I was technically trapped in my ghost-half, so my human-half was useless and I died blaming those that are fully what I once was. So..." Danny narrowed his eyes at them. "...my old obsession may have been to 'protect', but my new one. I don't really give a damn about you humans. You can all rot for all I care."
Maddie and Jack's fingers were beginning to go numb as they dropped their weapons on the floor.
Jazz wanted to cry, but didn't want to due to the cold temperature around them.
They were going to die.
Danny was going to kill them.
He wasn't showing any remorse either.
That large grin spread across his face just showed that he was delighting in this ... like any other ghost would.
This wasn't Danny anymore.
It wasn't even Phantom.
It was something different.
There was a loud crack before the door burst open as shards of broken ice scattered everywhere. Danny growled, turning invisible and skulking away from his nearly frozen family.
In rushed a short-haired young woman with black hair and violet eyes wearing Fenton wrist-rays and a young man with dark skin rushed in beside her with black hair hidden under a beret.
The young man noticed the family and rushed for them with eyes wide open. "Are you guys okay? What happened?"
"We got a reading of a strong ghost in here and rushed over..." The young woman eyed the house, noticing the ice that mainly coated the living room.
"We better call an ambulance. They might get hypothermia..." the young man stated, shivering at the thought of a hospital.
"T...T...Tucker, S...S...Sam, b...be careful..." Jazz told them with worry in her eyes. "H...He's not an o...o...ordinary g...g...ghost..."
The two looked at each, wondering what she meant by that before Sam motioned for Tucker to call the ambulance. Once he was on the phone she hurried into the kitchen to get something warm for the family when she felt something chilly on her neck as if someone was breathing near her.
"Hello, Sam..." She whirled around to come face to face with a ghost she hadn't seen before, but recognised the hazmat and snow-white hair. "...remember me?"
She stared at his face for moment before swallowing. "D...Danny..." She turned her head back to where the Fentons were in the living room before turning back to him with anger in her eyes. "Did you do that?!"
He put a finger to her lips, shushing her. "Why would I do that? They're my family."
She relaxed some as he took his hand away from her, caressing her cheek. "Danny, what happened to you? Why are you..." She gestured at his form and he chuckled.
He leaned closer to her, hearing her heart beat faster the closer he got. "You failed me, Sammy."
"Huh?"
"If you looked in the right place you would have found me." He kept caressing her cheek with his cold hand and noticed how she began to shake. "I'm dead, Sam. All because you didn't find me in time."
She shook her head in denial at this accusation. "No! Y...You're lying! You're not him! You're not Danny!"
He leaned in closer to her almost so that their lips met; his red eyes boring into her own violet ones as she backed up into the counter. "I am, Sam. I died in GiW custody; experimented and tortured bi-weekly." A grin spread across his face. "It was so satisfying to get payback."
Sam couldn't take her eyes off of what was once her best friend and crush. "Y...You killed them?"
Danny nodded his head as though enjoying every bit of her fear.
He leaned in once more and smelled her. "You're fear is so delectable, Sam."
Her eyes widened at hearing this as if a sudden realization passed over her. "Y...You feed off of fear like how S...Spectra feeds off of misery?"
"Well, it's only natural I feed off of fear. After all I died while fearing for my life," He explained, smelling her once more.
He leaned in near her neck as Sam froze up.
The frost from the living room began to drift into the kitchen and coat the kitchen walls and counter tops.
The young woman shivered as the cold bit at her sleeveless arms and bare legs.
She looked around at the kitchen as the frost, slowly coated the room in thin layers of ice.
Her eyes then went back to the ghost before her and shivered as his red eyes bored into hers.
"Y...You're not going to ... kill us? A...Are you, D...Danny?" she couldn't help, but question it herself.
The ghost before her was no longer Danny nor was it Phantom.
He was too different to be either of them.
A grin spread across his face that only said one thing in Sam's mind.
Her eyes grew wide at this revelation.
He was enjoying every bit of this.
He was enjoying her suffering; his family's suffering.
He was getting a sick, sadistic pleasure from it.
This ... wasn't Danny anymore.
"Kill you?" he laughed as though amused by her question. He leaned in a little too close for her comfort. "No, Sam, I won't kill you or the Fentons ... not yet." That twisted grin reappeared on his face. "Right now all I want is to see you suffer. I want to see you fear for your life..." He pointed a cold finger at her chest. "...just like I had to."
Sam swallowed the leftover saliva that had built-up in her mouth. "H...How long?"
Danny only lifted a brow at her before smirking. "As long as I want." He looked over his shoulder through the small window that led over the countertop to show the living room. "This was only the beginning." He turned back to her. "A show. A warning."
"Sam, the ambulance is here and..." The voice of Tucker cut in as he came into the kitchen, freezing up the instant he saw the ghost. He took out an ecto-gun and aimed it at Danny; who just snorted. "GET AWAY FROM HER!"
A malicious smile spread across Danny's lips as he eyed Sam's shaking form before turning his red-eyed gaze back to Tucker. "I believe I've overstayed my welcome. I'll be seeing you again soon." He eyed the living room. "Them too." His gaze turned back to the two in the kitchen with him.
"Why did you attack the Fentons? What did they do to you to deserve this?" Tucker asked, voice filled with anger at the attacker of his best friend's family.
A snort of laughter was his response. "Ask them. I don't feel like repeating myself."
The dark-skinned young man frowned at that response, looking ready to shoot the ghost.
"Though if you want a simplified version..." He lifted himself off the ground, looking ready to take off. "I'm the ghost of a missing boy." He narrowed his eyes as a smirk played across his cold lips. "Full-Ghost."
Tucker stared at Danny with wide eyes as he lowered his ecto-gun, shaking his head in denial. "No ... he would never ... Danny would never..."
"Kill?" Tucker lifted his head to face the ghost. "Danny Fenton is dead. I'm what remains of him. His sorrow, his fear and ... his hatred." He narrowed his eyes at the two humans in the freezing kitchen. "Do not speak as if you understood him. You're human." He spat that word out like it disgusted him.
"But we're your friends and they're your family," Tucker said, pointing to the living room.
The ghost didn't look at all phased.
"Friends? Family? I may have cared once, but now I really don't care or see the need for such things," he spoke with a snarl on his face that caused a shiver to ripple up Tucker's spine.
"Danny..." Tucker began, but was promptly cut off with Danny's red-eyes glaring at him.
"That is no longer my name." The room grew colder as if the temperature just completely dropped due to Danny's anger flaring. "My name is not Danny Fenton nor Danny Phantom." The cold lifted a bit as Danny grinned at them, maliciously. "It's now ... Poltergeist." He lifted higher into the air, keeping his eyes on the two in the room and grinned. "Live every day like it's your last. You don't know when I'll come for you." As he disappeared through the ceiling; they could still hear his deep, baritone laughter emanating through the house.
As if taunting them when he'd be coming for them.
They didn't know.
All they had to do was take his words as if they were advice and wait until he showed up and be ready for him when he did.
After all ... he wasn't Danny nor was he Phantom he was now Poltergeist.
And Poltergeist felt no guilt about killing.
He was a true ghost.