Danny Phantom: How it All Began

Okay, so I recently got a little obsessed with Danny. I watched most of the shows (the only one I haven't seen is Control Freaks because I think it's dumb) and I've been reading DP fan fiction like a nutter. So I finally decided to just write something already. I originally wanted this to be a one-shot, but might end up as a two-shot, or even a multi-chapter story. It all depends. Read and Review, or Vlad will come for you in your sleep! Muhahahahaha!

"Would you guys knock it off!" Danny Fenton yelled at his two best friends, Tucker and Sam. Usually they were pretty low-key, but today they were busy seeing who could poke Danny the most without getting slapped.

"Oh, come on dude. We're just joking around." Tucker, a techno geek who couldn't live without his PDA and various other gadgets, grinned.

"Yeah." Sam, a pretty goth who was also an ultra recyclo-vegetarian, told him. "It's a scientific experiment that will make us better informed on who's the better poker."

"Whatever." He groaned, staring out the window of the bus glumly.

"Yo, dude. What's up with you lately? You're even gloomier than Sam." Tucker told him.

Danny sighed. "It's my parents. They won't stop with their stupid ghost obsession! And worse, their trying to get me into ghost-fighting!"

"You're kidding, right?" Sam asked.

"I wish I were." Danny groaned. "And tonight they say that we can't go out like we've been planning because they want to show me their latest invention!"

They stepped off the bus and began walking down the street towards Danny's place.

"What?" Tucker looked at him frantically. "You have to be joking! I mean, it's the Dead Teacher Marathon! How can they deny you that?"

"Believe me, I wish I knew." He sighed. "But don't let me put a damper on things. Go on ahead. You can tell me about it tomorrow."

"Thanks Danny!" Tucker grinned. "We'll see you tomorrow then!" He turned and started to run for it, but Sam grabbed him by the shirt.

"Hold it techno geek. Danny's our best friend! We can't leave him in the middle of a parental crisis!" She turned to talk to her blue-eyed, black-haired buddy. "We'll come over later when your parents are done with you. At least then we can play some video games or whatever."

"Oh yeah Sam. You've really got my back." Danny grumbled as she and Tucker raced off in the opposite direction.

"Call us once your parents are gone!" Tucker yelled over his shoulder.

Danny sighed and shook his head. "Well." He stated, turning to look at the front door to the 'Fenton Works,' as his parents had named it. "Here goes nothing."

The instant he entered the building, he was bombarded by his parents.

"Danny! You're here! Let's go downstairs. It's time for you to see..." Danny's father, Jack Fenton, whom thought himself a smart man, but really was just... well, dumb.

"Jack!" Maddie Fenton and Danny's mother, scolded. "Don't give it away yet! It's supposed to be a surprise!" She smiled at her despondent son. "Come on Danny, cheer up! After all, you're about to witness the latest in ghost hunting technology!"

He just groaned as he followed them downstairs.

"And now, Danny boy, behold!" Jack said as he grabbed the sheet covering the invention. "The Fenton Ghost Portal!"

He ripped away the sheet to reveal a giant tunnel in the wall of their basement.

"And now," Maddie told him as she took hold of the plug. "Behold as we finally see the inside of the Ghost Zone!" She stuck the plug into the socket and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

"Wow," Danny commented. "The Ghost Zone sure looks like the inside of your ridiculous tunnel. I'll be in my room." He turned and walked away, listening to his parents blather on. Finally, they left to get some more parts for the failed invention, and Danny knew that they would be gone for quite a long time. So he whipped out his latest favorite game, Rainforest Demolition, grabbed some snacks, and snagged his dad's copy of Dead Teacher 3. At least they'd still have SOME Dead Teacher related activities. Finally, he called Tucker and Sam and informed them that the parents had left the building. They were over in a few minutes.

"By the way, Danny," Sam asked as they walked upstairs to Danny's room. "What was it that they made this time?"

"Some stupid ghost portal." He sighed. "Nothing good."

"Are you kidding?" Sam screeched to a stop. "That's actually cool for once! Come on, you gotta show us!"

"Yeah Danny, come on!" Tucker begged.

Danny didn't want to, but eventually, Sam and Tuck wore him down. He took them downstairs.

They saw the portal and claimed it awesome. Then Sam noticed some of Jack's white jumpsuits and made Danny stand in front of the portal with one for a picture.

"Smile!" She called to him as she flashed the camera. He blinked.

"Okay, I showed you the portal, can we get out of here now? My parents could be back any minute!" He told them, dying to get upstairs to his room where no ghost-fighting related junk could follow him. "Besides, they - say it doesn't work, anyway."

"Come on, Danny." Sam urged him as she stepped in front of the opening. "A Ghost Zone? Aren't you curious?" She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. "You gotta check it out."

Danny thought about it for a minute. "You know what? You're right! Who knows what kind of awesome, super-cool things exist on the other side of that portal?" Before he could change his mind, he slipped on the suit, which he was still holding, and prepared to go in. Sam took a look at him stopped.

"Hang on." She sighed. She reached over and pulled off a picture of Danny's dad that was on the front of the suit. She held it up and pointed to it. "You can't go walking around with that on your chest!"

Danny smiled and turned to the portal. He walked inside.

Everything looked the same. Just a bunch of wires and metal. He went to go lean against a wall, accidentally hitting something that was sitting there. But before he could wonder what it was, there was a flash of green light and he felt an intense pain all over his body.

"!" He screamed as he passed out.

Okay, so I also thought I'd address something else here regarding How to Freak Out a Viking (Or Two). Since I haven't heard from Silkmouse in weeks, the story is on hiatus until I find out whether on not she's alive. I'll post an official message later.

Penelope, over and out!