[fic] Danny Phantom: Phantom Conversations
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ickaimpYeah, we like Danny Phantom on Nick... #^^#
Every so often while watching the show, we wonder about how things would/are gonna be in the future.
These came out in a series of conversations, taking place over several years. Prolly won't make sense unless you watch the show, but was kinda nice to just get out of our head. So, um, enjoy! ^^;;
+++ Phantom Conversations +++
"Hey, Danny?"
"What is it, Sam?"
"I was just thinking... have you considered taking some sort of Martial Arts class?"
"Huh? What for?"
"Well.... let's see... there's the ghost monsters after you, there's the ghost hunters after you, there's the chance that other humans may find out and go after you, there's the dragons, the robots, the... do I need to go on?"
"Y'know, she's got a point, Danny."
"...Thanks, Tuck."
"And you can't forget getting shoved into your locker on a daily basis!"
"... thanks, tuck..."
"Anytime, Danny!"
"But seriously, you do a lot of fighting and chances are that it's not going to stop any time soon. And knowing how to throw an okay punch isn't going to save you forever."
"Or sheer luck."
"Thanks, Tuck."
"Don't hurt me, man. Just telling it as it is."
*sigh* "You're right, you're right. And let me guess, knowing you Sam, you've already got a few helpful suggestions."
"Well... I -do- happen to know of an Aikido Dojo... Or if that doesn't work, there's this really cool Karate teacher..."
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"Aw, man. Why I can't I be a normal teenager like anyone else?!"
"Pity party time, Danny?"
"Shove it. I'm not in the mood."
"Yup, definitely pity party time. And get a glass, I'm so not drinking the orange juice after you drool all over the carton."
"Relax, it's the last of it anyway. I'm just finishing it off. See? I'm even putting it -where it belongs- in the trash can."
"Thanks, oh mature one."
"You're welcome."
"But anyway, back to the situation at hand. Do you want to give up your ghost abilities?"
"No."
"Do you want to give up being human?"
"No! Of course not! I just... just... It'd be nice to fit in, that's all. Like everyone else."
"But in order to do that, you'd have to give up being a ghost."
"Which isn't going to happen anytime soon. There's no way to reverse it, being a Halfla is what I am now."
"Who or what you are?"
"Huh?"
"Fighting ghosts is -what- you do. You -are- a Halfla."
"So what you're saying is that the fighting doesn't necessarily define who I am, but my ability to change between human and ghost is a massive part of what makes me, me."
"Exactly. You're starting to catch on."
"Nah. Think I'm just getting used to the way to talk. Speaking of which, how goes the college essays, Jazz?"
"I think -these- were designed to psych people out. You going to be okay now Danny?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Good. That's what I'm here for. See? Isn't life easier knowing that your big sister has got your back?"
"Jazz?"
"Yeah?"
"You know how you're trying to get me to accept myself?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I've come to a decision. I think it's about time for me to embrace both human and ghost heritages."
"Really? It's about time."
"Yup. I'm goin' Goth."
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"Hey, Tuck."
"Hey, Danny. Uh, correct me if I'm wrong, but did I just see your Dad in the basement drinking beer with the Box Ghost?"
"Yup."
"And you don't think it's strange that the Box Ghost is apparently your ghost hunting father's new drinking buddy?"
"Not since Dad found that square shaped drinking mug."
".... Can ghosts even drink beer?"
"Don't know, not asking."
"Fair enough."
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"Oh, Danny..?"
"Jazz? Sam? ...Should I be worried that the two of you are grinning manically and looking at me like that?"
"Relax. We just had an idea we wanted to pass by you. Y'know how when you go ghost you can't change the outfit?"
"Yeah?"
"And you -really- don't want to be stuck wearing the same unfashionable jumpsuit -all the time- like Dad?"
"Yes."
"We had a brainstorm."
"That still doesn't explain to me why I shouldn't be running in fear from you now."
"It's like this. Since we can't accessorize the outfit, we thought that maybe we could accessorize you."
"In a non-destructive yet still fashion conscious sort of way."
"Still not seeing why I shouldn't be running."
"It's your sixteenth birthday next week, so we were thinking about going to the mall and getting your ear pierced."
"Just one?"
"Well, you're half, so just one. Half. Symbolism and all that."
"What do you think?"
"I... kind of like it really. Don't we need Mom and Dad's approval for a piercing though?"
"Got it covered."
"On the other hand, it is about that time for you to do some teenage rebellion and I've got a camera if we did want to shock the heck out of them."
"Think I'll pass. I get in enough trouble just covering for being out late chasing ghosts."
"True. And we can save the permanent self mutilation until your eighteenth birthday and drag you out for a tattoo!"
"Right... moving along then..."
"So what do you think? Hoop or Stud?"
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"Argh, stupid hair won't stay out of my face."
"Man, your hair is getting long. It's almost Sam's length in the back."
"Long?"
"It's pretty much to your shoulders, Danny. You hadn't noticed? When was the last time you had a hair cut?"
"I have no idea."
"That long, huh?"
"Between school, homework, the ghosts and sensei, I haven't had time for much of anything else. But I guess I'll have to find some before it gets too long and I can't see."
"Maybe we should start calling you 'Scruffy'."
"Funny, Tuck."
"Or I have an idea."
"What?"
"Just hold still.... there. See? We can just tie it back. How's that feel?"
"Not bad. Weird weight at the back of my neck, but you're right, it's out of my face."
"Heh heh. Now you look like a pirate! Black tee, earring and pony tail! Cap'n Fenton, Scourge of the Seven Seas!"
"I'll pirate you, Tuck! Toss you in the nearest trash can and bury you out in the -Whoa!"
"What?"
"Just, uh, never seen you with your hair down before, Sam."
"Oh. Yeah. Looks kind of funny, huh?"
"No, just unusual. For you, I mean. uh..."
"No problem, I've got some extra ties in my locker. Speaking of which, better get them and get to class before the bell rings. Later, guys!"
"Later, Sam. ...Uh, Tuck?"
"Ugh?"
"You can close your jaw and stop drooling now. She's out of viewing range now."
"...oh..."
+++
*Ring*
*Ring*
"Sam here, what's up Danny? How's your Uncle's funeral?"
"Vlad's not my Uncle! But that's not important right now. Look, I need your help."
"What's going on? Someone else kick the bucket?"
"Not exactly... Remember I told you a few years back that Vlad was another Halfla?"
"One that your Dad accidentally created back in college, made a fortune with his ghost powers, loves your Mom, hates your Dad, wants to own the Green Bay Packers?"
"You got it. Remember that part about his swearing that I'd join him someday?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, he kinda figured out how..."
"Danny? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Sam. In one piece anyway. Listen, they just finished reading the will and I really need your help here."
"What's up?"
"He named me his Heir. I inherited everything. Well, except for the rabid Tasmanian Devil down Dad's shorts..."
"His HEIR?"
"Yeah, that's what I said. Something about being impressed with me when we met during that college reunion four years ago."
"-or the fact that you're the only other Halfla in existence..."
"That too. Only Halfla in existence now."
"So what do you need my help with? He's dead, you get everything he has-"
"That's the problem. I'm eighteen, what the heck do I know about managing a fortune that just got dropped in my lap?! I-I don't know what to look for if there's problems or anything! What if there's a trap? And what am I supposed to do with it!?"
"Breathe, Danny, Breathe. I'll be right there. Want me to bring Tuck?"
"Please? And thanks, Sam."
"Hey, what's the point of being experienced with handling finances if you can't help your friends figure out how to do it too? See you before nightfall, Danny."
"I'll get some rooms set up for you. Thanks again, Sam."
"Anytime, Danny. See ya."
*click*
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*Rabid Tasmanian Devil courtesy of 'Last Will and Temperament' skit by the Frantics. It's the same group that did 'Boot to the Head'. ^__^
Every so often while watching the show, we wonder about how things would/are gonna be in the future.
These came out in a series of conversations, taking place over several years. Prolly won't make sense unless you watch the show, but was kinda nice to just get out of our head. So, um, enjoy! ^^;;
+++ Phantom Conversations +++
"Hey, Danny?"
"What is it, Sam?"
"I was just thinking... have you considered taking some sort of Martial Arts class?"
"Huh? What for?"
"Well.... let's see... there's the ghost monsters after you, there's the ghost hunters after you, there's the chance that other humans may find out and go after you, there's the dragons, the robots, the... do I need to go on?"
"Y'know, she's got a point, Danny."
"...Thanks, Tuck."
"And you can't forget getting shoved into your locker on a daily basis!"
"... thanks, tuck..."
"Anytime, Danny!"
"But seriously, you do a lot of fighting and chances are that it's not going to stop any time soon. And knowing how to throw an okay punch isn't going to save you forever."
"Or sheer luck."
"Thanks, Tuck."
"Don't hurt me, man. Just telling it as it is."
*sigh* "You're right, you're right. And let me guess, knowing you Sam, you've already got a few helpful suggestions."
"Well... I -do- happen to know of an Aikido Dojo... Or if that doesn't work, there's this really cool Karate teacher..."
+++
"Aw, man. Why I can't I be a normal teenager like anyone else?!"
"Pity party time, Danny?"
"Shove it. I'm not in the mood."
"Yup, definitely pity party time. And get a glass, I'm so not drinking the orange juice after you drool all over the carton."
"Relax, it's the last of it anyway. I'm just finishing it off. See? I'm even putting it -where it belongs- in the trash can."
"Thanks, oh mature one."
"You're welcome."
"But anyway, back to the situation at hand. Do you want to give up your ghost abilities?"
"No."
"Do you want to give up being human?"
"No! Of course not! I just... just... It'd be nice to fit in, that's all. Like everyone else."
"But in order to do that, you'd have to give up being a ghost."
"Which isn't going to happen anytime soon. There's no way to reverse it, being a Halfla is what I am now."
"Who or what you are?"
"Huh?"
"Fighting ghosts is -what- you do. You -are- a Halfla."
"So what you're saying is that the fighting doesn't necessarily define who I am, but my ability to change between human and ghost is a massive part of what makes me, me."
"Exactly. You're starting to catch on."
"Nah. Think I'm just getting used to the way to talk. Speaking of which, how goes the college essays, Jazz?"
"I think -these- were designed to psych people out. You going to be okay now Danny?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Good. That's what I'm here for. See? Isn't life easier knowing that your big sister has got your back?"
"Jazz?"
"Yeah?"
"You know how you're trying to get me to accept myself?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I've come to a decision. I think it's about time for me to embrace both human and ghost heritages."
"Really? It's about time."
"Yup. I'm goin' Goth."
+++
"Hey, Tuck."
"Hey, Danny. Uh, correct me if I'm wrong, but did I just see your Dad in the basement drinking beer with the Box Ghost?"
"Yup."
"And you don't think it's strange that the Box Ghost is apparently your ghost hunting father's new drinking buddy?"
"Not since Dad found that square shaped drinking mug."
".... Can ghosts even drink beer?"
"Don't know, not asking."
"Fair enough."
+++
"Oh, Danny..?"
"Jazz? Sam? ...Should I be worried that the two of you are grinning manically and looking at me like that?"
"Relax. We just had an idea we wanted to pass by you. Y'know how when you go ghost you can't change the outfit?"
"Yeah?"
"And you -really- don't want to be stuck wearing the same unfashionable jumpsuit -all the time- like Dad?"
"Yes."
"We had a brainstorm."
"That still doesn't explain to me why I shouldn't be running in fear from you now."
"It's like this. Since we can't accessorize the outfit, we thought that maybe we could accessorize you."
"In a non-destructive yet still fashion conscious sort of way."
"Still not seeing why I shouldn't be running."
"It's your sixteenth birthday next week, so we were thinking about going to the mall and getting your ear pierced."
"Just one?"
"Well, you're half, so just one. Half. Symbolism and all that."
"What do you think?"
"I... kind of like it really. Don't we need Mom and Dad's approval for a piercing though?"
"Got it covered."
"On the other hand, it is about that time for you to do some teenage rebellion and I've got a camera if we did want to shock the heck out of them."
"Think I'll pass. I get in enough trouble just covering for being out late chasing ghosts."
"True. And we can save the permanent self mutilation until your eighteenth birthday and drag you out for a tattoo!"
"Right... moving along then..."
"So what do you think? Hoop or Stud?"
+++
"Argh, stupid hair won't stay out of my face."
"Man, your hair is getting long. It's almost Sam's length in the back."
"Long?"
"It's pretty much to your shoulders, Danny. You hadn't noticed? When was the last time you had a hair cut?"
"I have no idea."
"That long, huh?"
"Between school, homework, the ghosts and sensei, I haven't had time for much of anything else. But I guess I'll have to find some before it gets too long and I can't see."
"Maybe we should start calling you 'Scruffy'."
"Funny, Tuck."
"Or I have an idea."
"What?"
"Just hold still.... there. See? We can just tie it back. How's that feel?"
"Not bad. Weird weight at the back of my neck, but you're right, it's out of my face."
"Heh heh. Now you look like a pirate! Black tee, earring and pony tail! Cap'n Fenton, Scourge of the Seven Seas!"
"I'll pirate you, Tuck! Toss you in the nearest trash can and bury you out in the -Whoa!"
"What?"
"Just, uh, never seen you with your hair down before, Sam."
"Oh. Yeah. Looks kind of funny, huh?"
"No, just unusual. For you, I mean. uh..."
"No problem, I've got some extra ties in my locker. Speaking of which, better get them and get to class before the bell rings. Later, guys!"
"Later, Sam. ...Uh, Tuck?"
"Ugh?"
"You can close your jaw and stop drooling now. She's out of viewing range now."
"...oh..."
+++
*Ring*
*Ring*
"Sam here, what's up Danny? How's your Uncle's funeral?"
"Vlad's not my Uncle! But that's not important right now. Look, I need your help."
"What's going on? Someone else kick the bucket?"
"Not exactly... Remember I told you a few years back that Vlad was another Halfla?"
"One that your Dad accidentally created back in college, made a fortune with his ghost powers, loves your Mom, hates your Dad, wants to own the Green Bay Packers?"
"You got it. Remember that part about his swearing that I'd join him someday?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, he kinda figured out how..."
"Danny? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Sam. In one piece anyway. Listen, they just finished reading the will and I really need your help here."
"What's up?"
"He named me his Heir. I inherited everything. Well, except for the rabid Tasmanian Devil down Dad's shorts..."
"His HEIR?"
"Yeah, that's what I said. Something about being impressed with me when we met during that college reunion four years ago."
"-or the fact that you're the only other Halfla in existence..."
"That too. Only Halfla in existence now."
"So what do you need my help with? He's dead, you get everything he has-"
"That's the problem. I'm eighteen, what the heck do I know about managing a fortune that just got dropped in my lap?! I-I don't know what to look for if there's problems or anything! What if there's a trap? And what am I supposed to do with it!?"
"Breathe, Danny, Breathe. I'll be right there. Want me to bring Tuck?"
"Please? And thanks, Sam."
"Hey, what's the point of being experienced with handling finances if you can't help your friends figure out how to do it too? See you before nightfall, Danny."
"I'll get some rooms set up for you. Thanks again, Sam."
"Anytime, Danny. See ya."
*click*
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*Rabid Tasmanian Devil courtesy of 'Last Will and Temperament' skit by the Frantics. It's the same group that did 'Boot to the Head'. ^__^
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Date: 2004-08-17 12:17 am (UTC)Needless to say I loved your fic.
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