A/N: Don't hate me for writing this! I know I have a million other fics in the story pile that have gone unfinished but this just came to me and I really felt like writing it so... Here it is. This fic is about all of us. Yes, that means you, me, that kid there, and that one over there. It is about anyone who writes fanfiction. I'm kind of trying to say a bunch of stuff at once and I hope that nobody takes offense. I hope instead that all of you will be able to relate in some way, shape, or form to the main character. I made a lot of assumptions while creating her. I pray she doesn't qualify for the Mary Sue Award of the Year. I tried my hardest to make her as human as possible. I tried my hardest to make her like us as much as possible.See, that was the whole point.
I came up with the idea for this fic while looking at my other fics. I noticed that I had a tendency to kill Danny off, torture him, embarrass him, make him totally suicidal, etc. and I did it all with a smile on my face. But then a thought occurred to me, what if I was Danny and he was me... What if he saw what I had done to him in my fics and he decided to have a little fun of his own? What if I was forced to go through what he had gone through on the tv show and in the fics? You may be sitting there reading this and saying, "Who cares?!", but I thought this was a great idea for a fic. I'm hoping you'll read my story anyway. So here it is!
I do not own DP; I only own the oc and the general plot of the story. Please read and review this story. I really would like to know what you think of this.
Replacement
The alarm clock went off and I rolled over and quickly sat up. It was what I did every morning. I could not stand that beeping sound. It was the only reason I jumped out of bed. Otherwise, I would lie in bed for hours and get up around twelve in the afternoon to write fanfiction and check my e-mails. Then perhaps I would go out to the local bookstore and read for a while. But all of that is beside the point.
Anyway, I jumped up and stumbled over to the table the clock was on to turn it off. My hand darted out in front of me, trying to find the source of that obnoxious sound… only to find it wasn't there! My eyes sprang open in surprise. I was staring at a window that looked out over a city!
"What the…" I began to say but didn't finish. My voice wasn't the same! It sounded different, deeper, much deeper than my usual female voice. Actually, come to think of it, it sounded male! And oddly enough, it sounded familiar!
I rubbed my eyes. Turning around I examined my new surroundings. The first thing I noted was the bed and the trunk at the foot of the bed. They looked distinctly familiar too. Across from the bed and trunk was a dresser with a mirror above it. Flashes of screen caps burst like fireworks in my mind's eye but I pushed them away. Posters hung in seemingly random spots on the walls, the majority of them had to do with space. More images welled up from my memory. Again, I suppressed them. A night stand with the annoying alarm clock stood on the bed's right side. I walked over and turned the alarm clock off. Also on the night stand were some cd's. I picked one up. The band name was "Dumpty Humpty".
I dropped the cd like it was a hot potato and backed away, shaking my head. The cd clattered to the floor.
"No, no, no, no, no," I muttered over and over again. "This has to be a dream. A really, really, really weird dream. It's a dream. Nothing but a dream."
I was standing in front of the mirror in a second. I looked at my face and discovered… that it was not my own. The face belonged to a boy. He had blue eyes and raven black hair that hung in his face. His skin was a light, pale sort of color. He wore purple pajamas. His eyes stared wide and shocked at me. That boy, for now, was me.
"No, that's not me. It can't be me. No. I'm a girl. I live in Ohio. My name's Andrea. I'm a fanfiction writer… And I killed this boy and tortured him a thousand times over in my stories! He's just a character! A tv show. A few scratch marks on a piece of paper! He's not real! I am! Not him!"
By the time I was done with my rant I was kneeling on the floor with my head in my hands on the verge of tears. I had no idea what was going on but I wanted it to stop. I wanted to wake up in my bed. I wanted to turn off my alarm clock. I wanted to walk my body into the bathroom, go through my morning rituals, and grumble about going to my school. I wanted to rip the blankets off my parents to wake them up and tell them how much I hated getting up this early (5:30 am) to go listen to some rather old teachers babble on about their respective subjects. I wanted to get my good grades. I wanted to drive my car home. I wanted to do my homework and write my fanfiction in the comfort and security of my home. I wanted my body and life back. As much as I thought this one was cute, it was male and I distinctly remembered being female. So…
What in the name of all that was good happened?!
I took a few deep, calming breaths and slowly got to my feet. Sitting on the floor crying wasn't going to solve my problem. Obviously, I was Danny Fenton now… at least in body. Obviously, he wasn't here. Logic dictates that if I'm here, he must be in my body. Therefore, he won't be able to save me. I would have to do that myself. I was the one with the ghost powers now…
Oh,no! I had ghost powers! I wasn't just Danny Fenton! I was Danny Phantom! I was half ghost! Oh, snap! I was expected to save the world from ghosts! Where in the timeline was I? Which season? What powers did I have? Who knew my secret? Was this before or after Phantom Planet? It better be before Phantom Planet! This body may be male, but I was female in mind set and I am not ever making out with Sam! I don't care if saying no is against canon! I am still a girl!
Oh, snap! I was in a male body! How am I supposed to go to the bathroom?! How am I supposed to shower?! What am I going to do?!
And what time was it?!
I swung around and looked at the clock. It was 6:30 am! What time did Danny's school start?! Did he walk to school on his own or did he meet his friends? I couldn't remember! Wait… In Life Lessons Danny flew to school… He said something about ghost powers being great because he could avoid crowds… So did that mean he went to school on his own? If he did then I was in luck because I had no idea how to get to Sam's or Tucker's houses! Actually… I had no idea how to get to Caspar High!
"I think I'm going to be sick…" I moaned. "Oh, no… I don't know where the bathroom is!"
At that point it was too late though. In the blink of an eye I was back on the floor with a puddle of vomit in front of me. My stomach churned and threatened to acquaint me with more of Danny's past meals. I knew I would have to learn all of Danny's likes, dislikes, and mannerisms, but I didn't want to learn this way! Besides, how was I going to explain this mess?! And how was I going to explain a sudden lack of memory, control of ghost powers (then again, that might be easier to explain than everything else), and totally out of character attitude issues?!
Suddenly, my skin tingled like crazy and I found my face getting closer and closer to the vomit. I looked down and wasn't too surprised to see myself sinking into the floor. Tears of frustration poured down my face as I pushed my body back up and tried with all my might to turn my lower body tangible again. After five minutes I succeeded. I lied on the floor panting, crying, and inwardly yelling at myself for such pitiful displays. I mean, I was seventeen years old! He was fourteen (as far as I knew) and he handled all of his problems ten times better than I was handling them now!
Look at yourself, my inner voice sneered. You're lying on the floor crying and throwing up! Your problem is almost just like his when he first got his ghost powers! He woke up with uncontrollable powers too and he didn't even know what they were or what he was, yet he was just fine! If a little boy can do it so can you! So pick yourself up, brush off all the puke, dust, tears, and sweat, and get moving!
I opened my watery eyes and glared. I hated my inner voice. She was a witch.
But she was right and I did have an advantage over Danny. Not only did I know a few things about him, but I knew about his powers and a bit about his limitations. I was a fanfiction writer too, meaning that I could come up with some pretty creative lies to cover up for myself. Then again, should I cover up for myself or should I tell someone? I didn't know how this happened…
Wait… Oh… Snap!
"You've got to be kidding me!" I exploded. This was just wrong! It was sick and it was wrong! My own work was being used against me!
Last night I had been up for hours writing a fanfiction in which a fanfiction writer became trapped in Danny's body in his world while he took her place in her world. I had gotten so into the story and the idea that I had written the first thirteen chapters of the story. Insane? Oh, you bet I was, but the idea had definitely appealed to me. When I was writing it all I could think was how lucky my character was. What phangirl wouldn't want to be stuck in her situation? I mean, she was in Danny's body, had his powers, and could easily influence any aspect of the story without anyone knowing! It was like writing a fanfiction without the hand cramps, writer's block, and overbearing parents yelling at you to get off the computer! Who wouldn't want this?!
Now I realized just how naïve I was. Funny how standing in someone else's shoes could change your mindset completely.
I felt myself phasing into the floor again. I fell onto the bed and held my legs out until I could turn them tangible once more. It was a little easier this time. It only took me four minutes!
Oh boy! I'm mastering these powers now! Soon I'll be able to take on Pariah Dark single handedly, I thought sarcastically.
I put my head in my hands. The best thing to do right now was make a list of all the stuff I had to do. Then, I could prioritize and come up with some solutions.
One, I had to find out when in the timeline of episodes I was. Then at least, I know how to behave… somewhat.
Two, I had to learn to control these powers especially if this was farther along in the series. I know Danny didn't just have random moments of lost control. Therefore, this was extremely important. Right now I could say that my powers were just a little haywire. No big deal. Little nightmare that got me worked up. No need to worry! But that was it and that excuse wouldn't last me the whole day. I would have to come up with a better one.
Three, find out where everything is! I need a map or something. I know Amity Park is a bit of an urban area. There are a lot of buildings. I need to find out what is what soon. I especially need to know where A) Caspar High is, B) Sam's mansion is, C) Tucker's house is, and D) The Nasty Burger is. Those are four spots much of the show's action takes place so of course they are the most important areas. Other areas that are important are the mall, the movie theater, and various parts of the ghost zone. I should really find out where Clockwork is and see if he can't help me out. He said he knows everything so he must know how I can get out of here.
Four, I need to know Danny's general schedule. Where are his classes, who teaches them, et cetera. He should have his schedule in his backpack… where ever that is. I can probably look at it and at least get a general idea where I need to go and when. I also need to know his ghost hunting schedule. Does he always hunt with his friends at night or does he take a break every once in a while or what? Is everything planned? What's the deal?
Five, I need to get all his likes, dislikes, and mannerisms down pat. I need to act exactly like him. I know a bit about his mannerisms. I know he rubs the back of his neck when he's nervous. I know he uses witty banter when he's fighting someone. I know he periodically uses sarcasm and stuff. But that's about it really. Well, that's all I can think of off the top of my head. Hopefully, more will come back to me later. Hopefully, it will come back to me when I need it.
Six, I…
I look up as someone knocks on the door. I can feel the blood drain from my face as they begin to open the door.
"Danny? Are you in there?" a teenage girl's voice asks. Jazz! "I'm coming in Danny! You better have some clothes on because you need to leave for school now!"
Finishing notes: If you didn't read the A/N at the top of the page and now have questions about why I wrote this, then go read the A/N at the top of the page because it explains most of it! Anyway, if you have any questions that were not answered in the A/N or the story then please ask me them in a review! I will answer them unless their flames. But if they are a reasonable question I will gladly explain anything you do not understand. Thanks for reading! The second chapter will be up soon; I have already started on it!