Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything related to Danny Phantom. This beautiful cartoon belongs to the genius Butch Hartman. Though I do own this plot line. :D
AN: Changing shit up a little, some deets in Ch. 2, most of the change doesn't really need to be expressed, so it's all good.
Chapter one: A Terror Beyond All
Italics: Are used for thoughts and Subconscious
Bold: Is used for emphasis
*Asterisks: Are used for non-verbal actions
There was no real way to describe the horrendous dream he was having. A nightmare has no hold on whatever this Thing is. This... it didn't want him to leave. The Darkness. It was all Darkness. The searing and stabbing red eyes stared at him with murderous intent. The mouths. Their razor-sharp teeth and forked tongue smiled at him open mouthedly, laughing and cackling maniacally at his very existence. The fight would never end. He doesn't know how long he had been here, let alone fighting this... this... Thing. It was always grabbing at him, always scratching at him. As if it wanted his skin. Wanted to wear his skin. A Skinwalker. With the only intention to play a farce on humanity. To tear down all that we know on the ruse of a Hero. The wounds this Thing gave him were obviously fatal. And he'd be dead if he wasn't in This place. One large gash across his left Carotid artery. Another cutting through half his throat and through to his right Carotid artery. He was left with floating because this Thing cut both his Achilles tendons. And innumerable amounts of cuts and stab wounds across the rest of his body. It, has made many attempt to cut out his eyes. And with the blood running from his head, he isn't sure that It hasn't already taken one. This Thing is the Puppet Master of all nightmares. It scared the shit outta him, to say the least. He wanted to run, but where else could he go? This thing surrounded him. Blasting it was all he could do to keep it away. Then it turned quiet. No laughter. No sloshing of it shadowy body. It's many eyes looked sourly at him. Its open smile closed to a frowning trap of teeth. It looked bored with its current toy. The eyes started closing one after another, followed the mouths until only two miss shaped eyes and a mouth were left. The insanity in them staring at him straight on. The fear Danny felt was insurmountable. This thing was toying with him!? He had been fighting for his life! And this thing wasn't even trying?! The shadowy abomination gave one huge lurch. Danny could barely see what it did, but he heard it all too well. One last slosh of its body and a screech like that of a whistle from a mortar shell falling. He only saw it for a second, but it was a long tentacle with a blade at the end. Moving toward him fast. He wasn't sure if he could feel it slicing through him or not...
Danny's eyes shot open and he lurched forward, barely containing the scream he had, as he noticed where he was. He had escaped that Purgatory. More like he was kicked out. He now lay in his bed. In his home. A vain hope that that monstrous and nightmarish creäture isn't playing an illusion on him. Cold sweat fell off his face as he surveyed his surroundings. Everything was in place. He silently walked toward his closet. The only way to test if this is an illusion is to find something he can't remember, but knows he has. Reaching to the back of the top of his closet, he pulled out a pale purplish box. Opening the box, he peeked in to see if It was still there.
"Oh thank God." He rasped out, closing the box and holding it to his chest.
Danny changed out of his sweat soaked clothes and Danny slowly made his way down stairs. The image of that things eyes. Its demented smile. And its insane laughter are burned into his memory. His slow walk doing nothing for him but to give him time to think about what had just happened. In an instant something shot through his mind, as if he remembered something. He couldn't understand any of it, so he just shrugged it off. As he walked down stairs he heard quick, gasping sobs coming from the kitchen. He rushed a little to see who it was coming from. Peeking his head around the corner, Jazz was sitting at the table covering her face with her hands.
"Jazz?" Danny stepped into the kitchen, a hand out stretched to comfort his sister. But the world started to warp. It was twisting, pulling, pushing and stretching. Danny didn't know what to do. Each step he took toward his sister becoming ever more difficult, then Jazz turned to him. Her face was gone. Futher increasing his efforts to get to her, something started to form on her face. Two small holes where her eyes should be, and one large hole for her mouth. An ear retching and soul rending noise came from the holes. It was like someone was trying to gasp for air, but it was never enough. Then everything quickly started to twist. As it all disappeared Danny was at the top of the stairs again, taking his first step down.
"What the hell..." He stopped. Not sure on what to do with what had just happened.
The same choked sobbing as he heard before coming from the kitchen. He rushed again, but stopped before entering the kitchen, the thought of what happened before happening again. Stepping around, he looked around to see if anything happened.
"Jazz?" Danny asked hesitantly but worried.
Her breath caught and her head shot up. She rubbed away her tears before she turned to him. "Danny? What are you doing up so early?" The redness in her eyes betraying the strong face she put up.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Danny ignored her question in favor of a higher priority.
"It's... Nothing. Really." She said uneasily, trying to wipe away any tears that were still on her face.
"Jazz. I've known you personally for 14 years, there was never a time I saw cry without good reason. Now tell me what it's about or I'm gonna guess it's about a guy and I'm gonna beat the living crap outta every guy that knows you." Danny curtly replied, fully intent on doing what he said he would.
"Danny. It's fine, really, I just had a nightmare is all."
"Oh." He states plaintively "I'll still do it if you want?" He jokes with a straight face.
"Thanks, but, I'll keep my kid brother as far from delinquency as possible."
"Like to see you try." He jokes again "Wanna talk about it?" Danny asks.
"I'd rather like to know why You're up."
Danny sat in the chair next to Jazz, slouched over, staring at the floor.
"Same reason. If you could call it that."
"Do You wanna talk about it"
"I'd rather you not get involved with That monstrosity." Danny mumbles.
"What?" Jazz leans in closer.
"No." Danny says quickly, but it comes out more of a snap at her than a curt reply.
"You don't need to get snappy." Jazz states as she moves back to her side of the table.
"It's okay, in times of stress and fear ones anger tends to become more promina-"
"Jazz. Please don't quack out on me This early in the morning." Danny complains.
"Okay, okay." She raises her hands defensively.
"What time is it anyway?"
"About 3 A.m. I think..."
"Great. Four hours before I have to go to school."
Danny had made it out of the house before his parents got to drag him, almost literally, to the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle. It was the first day of his senior year and he wasn't about to fuck it up. Though with how unpredictable humans are, and how shit his luck is, it's bound to fuck up anyways.
His locker is where it's always been the last three years, so it was all just autopilot when he stepped on campus. Danny decided to go for a light punk-rebel look; Wearing a lithe, white, hooded jacked with red accents, black, stone washed jeans that clung but were baggy enough to be comfortable, and some red and white shoes.
As per usual, Danny met Sam and Tucker at their lockers.
"'Sup guys." Danny says quickly, putting in the new combination to his locker.
"Well look at You!" Tucker states. "Pulling out a new look for Paulina?"
"Please, Paulina could be made of diamonds, and she still won't get my attention back. Her conceited and shallow self-righteousness turned me off after my hormones died down." Tucker rolled his eyes and leaned up against
"Finally! Someone sees what I see! You look great Danny."
"Thanks Sam. See Tuck, no need to make an ass of yourself, a compliment would have done." The friend in question gave Danny a mock-sour look, and throwing him a swatting hand in the general Brotherly love type 'Go fuck yourself.' "Listen, I have something I need to talk to you guys about. Privately."
"Um, P.E. Tetslaff."
"Great. I always wanted to be yelled at for not being good enough so early in the morning." Danny remarks sarcastically.
"Hah, guess I'll just find it later." Tucker complains as he pulls himself out of his locker.
"Whatever dude, we're already gonna be yelled at by Tetslaff. Best not give her an actual reason to..." Danny says, setting into a jog.
"So." Sam says as she slows to Danny and Tucker's speeds. "What were you going to tell me about your night?"
"I'm not really sure how to describe it. I first saw it in my dreams. It was just a manifestation of darkness. It had large red eyes that'd bore into me, and sharp, toothy mouth stuck in an insane smile until it got bored of you."
"Jeez, sounds like you went through hell." Tucker intervenes.
"It felt like worse. This thing kept me asleep. It found some sick pleasure in torturing me no matter how much of a fight I put up. I could feel every stab a cut it made. I know I would've died if it didn't want me alive." Danny's eyes grew darker and paler as he had to remember what happened.
"Well, it's over isn't it? At least for now..." Sam replies.
"But that's just it! It's not gone. It wasn't just in my dreams. It came back with me. I was going to the kitchen to calm down, when I saw something. It was like a vision. I saw into the future or something, but it started to warp. I saw Jazz, she was at the table crying. When I reached for her, everything started to warp and twist. She turned to me and... She didn't have a face..." Danny slowed, but caught up after he noticed.
"Danny?" Sam stopped in front of him.
"Then the holes... And the noise... God." Danny shoot his head. "I can't forget it."
AN: Some small revisions to the the revision...