Yuki: Yes, I am incredibly creative and very lazy.
Anika: This is our first DP fic.
Yuki: And if you have read any of our other stories, we are the SAME person, just different moods.
Anika: She's glowing and spunky, I'm dark and sinister (evil laugh)
Yuki: O.o Okay, here's our fic. It includes a completely redone version of the Danny Phantom series with my own messed up back story of some of the characters. WARNINGS: This story contains consensual sex, rape, homosexuality, bisexuality, crossdressing, and foul language.
Anika: BTW, this is a YuGiOh crossover. And "Reality Trip" happened over spring vacation.
Prologue: 2001 was a Dream
Screams were heard outside. The boy covered his ears to ward off the loud, repetitive noise. One of his friends, a tan girl, came over to him, cuddling into his chest. The eight-year-old boy and girl were then pulled away from each other and forced to stand. All of the workers, as they were called, including the two children, were lined up by a brick wall facing the shooting gallery from which the guns echoed. Somehow, they had rounded up everyone from the dormitories to the other side of the building...
All of the 62 Workers, from three years old to 35 (the ones above 27 were women), stood against the wall. Inside the shooting gallery, the eight-year-old saw three women tied to tall wooden beams so the workers saw their left side only. The door to the viewing room opened, a tall figure emerging. A few guards accompanied him and then went to help the guards overseeing the workers against the wall. The authority figure, the tall man, stood in front of them.
"These women are BITCHES, my children!" The man was screaming at his workers, his 'children', using foul language that the boy and his friends did not like. "They did not follow their instructions and were punished for it! Do you wish to be punished, my children?"
A terrified, yet composed 'No, Master' came out in unison from all of the workers. 'Master' smirked.
"My children, this is what happens when you disobey your Sires." One of the women, named Natalie against the wall cried out as one of the guards, one that the boy had called 'Bulldog' in order to differentiate all of the guards from each other, took her by the arm and brought her to the feet of the Master.
The Master slapped her hard, to the shock of the youngest workers. The boy's two friends, the tan girl and a girl with darker skin, knew what was going to happen and each grabbed one of his hands, knowing that if they moved their full bodies, they would also be punished.
The Master then began to pull down his pants to his knees, while the guards pulled Natalie off of the floor where she had fallen. Some erect part of the Master's anatomy went between Natalie's legs and she screamed. All of the children, the boy and his friends included, had fallen victim to that hurt... All of the workers had been made unclean by this man, then by other men and women. Everyone whimpered quietly.
They watched for what seemed to be forever and were grateful once the Master groaned. The boy gripped his friends' hand tighter as the Master pulled out of the girl and pulled up his pants while Natalie was released, only to have the girl fall to the floor, sobbing. The guards, including Bulldog, pulled her back into line and forced her to stand.
"They make your service painful for you, my children. I only punish you that way in order to teach you not to redo your wrongs." The Master's smirk turned into a frown. "But the women in the Gallery disobeyed their Sires and then disobeyed me. The older Workers know the punishment, but you younger ones," he said, gesturing to the fourteen-year-olds all the way down to the toddlers, "have never seen this punishment."
The Master turned to Bulldog, nodding his head. "This is what happens, my children," the Master said, as the Bulldog made his way from the Viewing room to the Gallery, where the boy saw him through the glass.
"This is what happens-"
"READY!" The Bulldog's voice was heard loud and clear through the thick viewing glass in the room.
"-when you attempt to-"
"AIM!!"
"-go against your duties to me!-" The Master's voice became a hiss, his attention now on the event in the shooting gallery.
"FIRE!!!" Gunshots were heard with such clarity, all of the Workers fell to the ground, fearing the bullets would soon point to them...
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A scream sounded through the house of the boy, now age fourteen. He was in a cold sweat, out of fear for the men to come and take him away again. He whimpered and began to cry, remembering the people he could've helped save, but didn't.
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Chapter One: Danny plays "Colored Dots"
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Danny Fenton, a freshman at Casper High, was enjoying his last class of the day: Art Class. His teacher stood over his shoulder, examining his picture for the class's religious art project and analyzing every bit of it. If it was one thing that Sandra Koyora had a thing for, it was details.
"Love the hands, in a praying position," Miss Koyora said, gently dragging her right index finger over the charcoal-drawn hands. "His eyes, very emotional, full of fear, longing, duty... The three sleeping men in chains, symbolizing that they are not following their directions... As always, Mr. Fenton, a beautiful piece of art."
Danny smiled as his teacher stuck a small sticker reading '100%' to his charcoal picture of Jesus Christ, knealing and praying to his Father on the night of his arrest. His disciples were asleep, three men symbolizing how many time the disciples had fallen asleep against their teacher's instructions.
Danny felt solemn and began to feel bored. He closed his charcoal sketchbook, and he began to play White Dots. Sky blue eyes began to scan the room.
'Miss Koyora - white dot, with a few sparkles of gray' Danny noted into a little notebook he carried in his jean pocket. He looked around the room.
'I've played this game in almost every class,' thought Danny. 'Why am I surprised by the fact that there aren't that many pure dots?'
Danny could read people easily and always spent time with almost pure colored Dots, seeing those people as true to themselves and others. He saw Dash Baxter, who took this class for an easy 'A', which he was somehow getting.
Dash was a dark blue- dark red dot, both colors fighting for dominance and the red usually coming out on top.
Danny saw Paulina Sanchez. She was a white dot, a very rare color, though a few speckles of other colors came to mind, making Paulina's dot look like a jewel. He quickly noted that in his journal. He looked at the list, scanning for his friends' names.
Sam Manson was a light purple dot, mixing with other colored speckles, an amethyst gem. Tucker Foley was a light yellow, golden dot, other colors coming and going like electrons in the electron cloud of an atom. Sadly, neither of Danny's friends had taken art class, and thusly, he was alone in the class, his artistic spot in the corner farthest from the door.
Danny could not tell what he was. As much as he tried to figure out his color, he could only imagine a glass orb, being filled, emptied, and refilled with so many colors all at once that he could not figure out what his overall being and emotions were.
The bell rang, the time now 3:30. As always, Danny was the last to put all of his stuff away and leave the classroom. As he walked down the hallway away from Miss Koyora's room, he heard the teacher call his name.
Yuki: Yes, it's weird, but it will get better.
Anika: Please read and review.
Yuki: The 'Dots' game comes from the White Dots game in the JtHM fanfic of "You're Not Here" by Jynx'sbox.
Anika: Here are the meanings of the colors Danny uses: http:// www. color-wheel-pro. com/color-meaning .html
Light red represents joy, sexuality, passion, sensitivity, and love.
Pink signifies romance, love, and friendship. It denotes feminine qualities and passiveness.
Dark red is associated with vigor, willpower, rage, anger, leadership, courage, longing, malice, and wrath.
Brown suggests stability and denotes masculine qualities.
Reddish-brown is associated with harvest and fall.
Dark orange can mean deceit and distrust.
Red-orange corresponds to desire, sexual passion, pleasure, domination, aggression, and thirst for action.
Gold evokes the feeling of prestige. The meaning of gold is illumination, wisdom, and wealth. Gold often symbolizes high quality
Dull (dingy) yellow represents caution, decay, sickness, and jealousy.
Light yellow is associated with intellect, freshness, and joy.
Dark green is associated with ambition, greed, and jealousy.
Yellow-green can indicate sickness, cowardice, discord, and jealousy.
Aqua is associated with emotional healing and protection.
Olive green is the traditional color of peace.
Light blue is associated with health, healing, tranquility, understanding, and softness.
Dark blue represents knowledge, power, integrity, and seriousness.
Light purple evokes romantic and nostalgic feelings.
Dark purple evokes gloom and sad feelings. It can cause frustration
White is associated with light, goodness, innocence, purity, and virginity. It is considered to be the color of perfection. White means safety, purity, and cleanliness. As opposed to black, white usually has a positive connotation. White can represent a successful beginning. In heraldry, white depicts faith and purity.
Black is associated with power, elegance, formality, death, evil, and mystery. Black is a mysterious color associated with fear and the unknown (black holes). It usually has a negative connotation (blacklist, black humor, 'black death'). Black denotes strength and authority; it is considered to be a very formal, elegant, and prestigious color (black tie, black Mercedes). In heraldry, black is the symbol of grief.