Just a little headcannon... Tell me what you think! More coming up! I added Sam's POV because there was more information that needed to be added, that Danny couldn't possibly know.
I gasped as the icy feeling spread through my limbs. Electricity coursed through my entire body as my eyes rolled back into my head. My vision spun, but I did get a good look at who caused this. The Red Huntress, one of my worst enemies. Also known as Valerie Grey, one of my best friends. Confusing, right? Let me back up a little bit…
I sighed as my ghost sense went off.' This better not be the Box Ghost', I thought. I stood up from the table that I was sitting at in the mall cafeteria. I nodded my head to Sam and Tuck, my two best friends. They rolled their eyes and shooed me away as I ran to the restroom, praying it was empty. It was, luckily. I darted into a stall and transformed into my ghost half, the infamous Danny Phantom. See, I'm half-ghost. My parents are world-renowned ghost hunters and scientists, Jack and Maddie Fenton. In the beginning of my freshman year, I got into an accident in one of their inventions, a portal the Ghost Zone. Since then, I've turned myself into the teenage superhero of Amity Park, my home town. I've had many adventures with my friends and sister, the only people besides my ghostly enemies who know who I am. Little did I know that all that was about to end.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I flew out of the restroom and searched the mall with darting eyes. The people looked up at me excitedly, then turned wary, looking around themselves. They seemed to have finally grasped that I only show up when a ghost is around. 'Good for them,' I snorted to myself. I looked around, my ghost sense leading me to a sports supplies store.
I shook my head in exasperation and dived into the store. I was met with the sound of screaming people. I followed the sound to the hunting section. 'Duh.' Skulker had a group of people cornered, threatening to test his new weapons on them. Time for me to interfere.
"I thought that was my job, metal head." I called out. Skulker turned towards me, an evil grin growing on his face.
"Well, if it isn't the halfa." He jeered. I felt myself tense at the name. I narrowed my eyes, waiting for him to attack. But he never did. Instead, I felt a blast in the back. I jerked, spinning to find myself face-to-face with the Red Huntress. I sighed in exasperation.
"Listen, in case you didn't notice, I'm kind of busy right now Val. Give me ten minutes and then you can try to destroy me to your hearts content."
She apparently didn't find that funny, because she shot me in the chest with a new weapon. An ordinary looking bullet flew out of the not-so-ordinary weapon the second she pulled the trigger. I heard a horrible snapping as it cracked my ribs. I felt like I was punched, and all the air flew out of my lungs. Shaky hands grasped the wound as my head spun from lack of oxygen. Then the real pain started. Electricity coursed through my veins. I could see sparks light up my skin and my hair stood on end. If I could have seen my own eyes, they would have been glowing with a bright white light. I screamed. The shoppers in the store looked horrified. Even Skulker looked concerned, whether for me or himself, I'm not sure. Valerie smirked in triumph under her helmet. Black spots covered my vision, and I screamed louder. People ran into the store, looking for the source of the sound, but stopped when they saw me. Their eyes widened in fright. I gasped for breath as ice spread through my veins. Which brings us to now…
I fell to the floor of the store, writhing in pain. Strangely, I wasn't bleeding. Maybe the bullet had something that prevented it, or maybe the electricity was blocking it. A few random shoppers started to step forward trying to help, but stopped in fright as my transformation rings appeared. I tried to stop them, to pull them back in, but I couldn't. Valerie gasped as she recognized the bright lights, pulling out another gun and aiming at me. I felt my eyes start to close as I transformed. Everyone gasped once they realized that their hero was really a trouble student. I vaguely heard screaming, I think it was Sam and Tucker. I continued to scream myself. Then, I was shot in the chest again, and I felt myself vanish from existence.
A shot rang out above Danny's screams, and he fell silent. As everyone watched, his body broke done and evaporated, almost like something out of a movie. Valerie's gun fell to the floor. Even Skulker looked shaken. I ran forward to kneel beside where Danny had just been, with Tucker following me. Suddenly, I realized that Skulker had shot him the second time. "Why?" I choked out. I looked at Skulker.
"I cannot stand watching even my prey suffer. I may be a hunter, but I do have a heart." He whispered, still wide-eyed in shock. I turned my teary eyes towards Valerie. She looked just as horrified.
"My employer gave me this gun. He told me it was just a simple ecto-pistol. He didn't tell me it would do that. And I had no clue he was a halfa… Oh God, what have I done?"
I whipped around and grabbed Tucker's backpack, pulling him off his feet. Digging through it, I found what I was looking for. The Booomerang. We always kept it with us in case Danny suddenly disappeared.
"Find Danny!" I tossed it in the air, but it fell to the ground. It didn't even light up. My shoulders slumped as I realized what this meant. I started to sob, quietly of course. Tucker, looking hollow, slowly sat down next to me, breathing heavily in an effort to keep from crying. It shook me to the core, realizing that my friend was gone.
That he was dead.
I slowly opened my eyes, blinking to clear my vision. 'Where am I?' I thought, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. I was in a bed, in what looked like a hospital room. But there were no medical supplies, which told me that it wasn't. The walls were pure white, as were the sheets on the bed. The lights on the ceiling were blindingly bright. I squinted and turned my head to the side. A small bedside table sat there, with a small piece of paper on it. I picked up the paper, looking at it curiously. I recognized Clockwork's writing.
I regret to inform you that you have been killed and are now full ghost. I will leave you to come to terms with this, but if you need to talk you must simply walk downstairs. You are currently in a free room in my tower. You are welcome to join me whenever you are ready. I will be in the main room.
I stared at the paper in shock. Memories flooded me and I dropped the paper to the floor. The pain, the light… all the shocked stares. I stared at the floor as tears slipped down my cheeks. Not only am I dead, my secret was revealed too. Sam, Tucker, Jazz… my parents. How would they deal with this? I was gone, and they knew it.
I sighed and hung my head. There was nothing that could be done about it, so I might as well get over it. I blinked away the tears and stood up, and, taking a deep breath, started out the door to the main room.
I slowly walked down the stairs, aware of every footstep, every echo. My head spun in shock of this new information as I entered the main room.
"Hello Daniel." Clockwork called out. I looked around and found him in the far corner of the room. I gave a curt nod and sat down on the couch, once again staring at the floor.
"I wasn't expecting you to be down here this soon. I am going to have a guest for a few minutes, how about you go get changed so they won't recognize you?" he asked, raising his hand. I watched in amazement as energy swirled above his palm for a moment, before materializing into something else. Clothes. He held them out to me, and I took them gently, as if they were made of glass. He nodded towards the stairs and I slowly walked back to the room I had woken up in.
I looked around briefly, taking in every detail. The room wasn't small, but at the same time it wasn't big. It was about the size of a classroom, in all honesty. The small bedside table that I had noticed before, I could now see was made of black wood. The ceiling and walls were still blindingly white, but I hadn't expected that to change. There was a small closet opposite the bed and another next to it that I assumed was the bathroom. A large desk sat in the corner, as well as a packed bookshelf. On the desk were a small stereo and a laptop. This shocked me. I didn't know the Ghost Zone had internet.
I shook away the thought for now and gripped the clothes tighter before walking the bathroom. A large clear glass shower sat in one corner, and a toilet and sink in the other.
A thought occurred to me and I stopped before fully entering the bathroom. I know what I look like as a human and a halfa, but would I look different as a full ghost? Only one way to find out. I took a deep unnecessary breath, bracing myself both mentally and physically for what I might see. I then phased through the bathroom door and slowly turned towards the mirror, my eyes closed. I took another breath, and opened my eyes, before stumbling back in shock.
My once blue eyes were now a mixture of blue and green. Not hazel, but the top right diagonal was neon green, and the bottom left diagonal faded into a sky blue. My skin was also extremely pale, almost white, where before I had been a light tan. My hair was white, save for the tips. Those were black.
I blinked a few times, before turning away and getting dressed. Clockwork had given me a strange outfit to say the least. It consisted of a black sleeveless turtleneck, jeans, and fingerless gloves, and a dark gray belt, sleeved cloak, and combat boots. There was a small black pouch tied to my belt, but for some reason it wouldn't open. I glanced back up, taking in my appearance. Sam would have been proud. I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment, then turned and walked out.
Clockwork glanced up from his viewing screen as I came down the stairs. "Well?" he asked expectantly.
"Are you goth or something?" was my only reply.
Clockwork chuckled and turned back to the viewing screen, gesturing for me to sit down. Instead, I walked up to him. "So, what now?" He turned back to me and smiled gently, the timeline disappearing from the screen behind him before I could look at it. He floated over to the couch, beckoning for me to follow. He sat down on one end of the couch, and I sat on the other. Then I remembered something.
"Oh, yeah! Why won't this pouch open?" I asked. Clockwork chuckled once more in response before answering.
"It will only open once you truly need it." He said cryptically. I rolled my eyes before staring at the ceiling. If my mind wasn't in such a state of shock, I would have pressed for more information. But at the moment, I couldn't.
I was dead. I knew partially what death felt like, being a half ghost and all, but I didn't expect to die completely at 15. And at the hands – or rather, weapon – of one of my best friends. I tried to ignore the thought, but it kept digging itself back up no matter how many other thoughts I buried it under.
I heard an engine die outside the tower and blinked in surprise. Oh yeah. Clockwork said he was going to have visitors. "So, Clocky, who are your visitors?" I asked him.
He suddenly looked uncomfortable, which startled me for two reasons: One, he has never shown any emotion besides humor, that I'm aware of. Two, if Clockwork looks nervous, what would that mean for me?
He never answered my question, instead floating to the door and opening it as a pounding knock resounded throughout the tower. Five people stumbled in, and I gasped as I recognized them.
I stared wide-eyed at Clockwork's visitors. My family.
I felt my breath hitch, not that I needed it anyway. If I still had a heartbeat, it would be pounding in fear. My parents are ghost hunters, what would they do now that they know I'm a ghost? I started to shrink back into my seat, trying to make myself as small as possible. Going invisible completely slipped my mind, but it certainly would have helped.
I watched as Clockwork talked to them for a few minutes.
"Please Clockwork! You have to change this! This can't happen!" Sam pleaded.
"I'm afraid I cannot, Samantha. But you can see him."
Shit. I froze, and my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. There was a silence in the room. Sighing inwardly, I stood up and slowly walked towards them.
That was Jazz this time. It pained me to hear her like this, so upset. Her clothes were rumpled as if she had slept in them, and her eyes were rimmed with red. She looked over Clockwork's shoulder at the sound of my footsteps, and I gave her a sad smile.
I jumped as her, Sam, and Tucker all ran straight at me, tackling me to the ground. My parents just stared at me sadly.
After a moment, I phased out of the grips of my sister and friends, and walked gently towards my parents, grinning nervously. I was one yard away from them, when I suddenly phased through the floor. What the…?
I floated back up through the floor, where everyone stared at me in confusion. Everyone, might I add, except Clockwork. I turned towards him, annoyed and shocked.
"What was that?" I asked him. He got a strange look on his face, as if he were deciding whether or not to tell me. I sent him my best glare, the one I gave to the Box Ghost when he approached me on a bad day. He finally caved in.
"As you are now a full ghost instead of a halfa, your powers are going to act the same way they did when you first gained them." he stated simply.
My shoulders sagged as I stared at him in disbelief. "So, all that time spent getting my powers under control, and I have to just turn around and go through that again?"
My friends sent me a sympathetic look, while Jazz and my parents watched in confusion. They didn't know how hard of a time I had had those first few months. They probably thought it was easy. After all, they hadn't discovered my secret.
I growled in annoyance, before sighing and turning back to my parents. I watched them nervously as they slowly stepped towards me. I saw my friends get into a battle stance out of the corner of my eye, but I ignored them. My gut instinct was to flee, but I stayed where I was.
They stepped closer, and I could hear the pounding of my nonexistent heartbeat in my ears. I could feel the ectoplasm rush from my head, and I tried to keep from hyperventilating, which was hard even though I don't need to breathe.
They stopped one foot away from me with tears in their eyes. I was shaking in fear but I knew Clockwork wouldn't let them hurt me.
My mothers hand reached out, and I closed my eyes. They snapped open again when I felt her rub her hand through my hair. I slowly turned my gaze up to her face, and saw tear stains running down her cheeks. My eyes flickered over to my dad, and saw the same thing. My normally happy and jovial parents were now wallowing in tears and depression. It brought tears to my own eyes. My gaze lowered to the floor before widening in surprise when both my parents pulled me into a hug. I would have suffocated from the strength of it if I wasn't a ghost.
"D-danny…" my mother sobbed, "Why didn't you tell us?"
The guilt I had always felt from not telling anyone my secret reared its ugly head again. I winced and turned away, causing my mother to cry more.
"Maybe I can help with that."
Everyone turned to stare at Clockwork. He was actually offering to help me? Usually I had to pry it out of him.
"Alright, CW. What's the catch? You never offer to help." I said, my eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Clockwork laughed. A full out laugh.
"Well, I figured I could both explain what happened and embarrass you at the same time by showing them what happened."
My cheeks flushed and my parents stared at me. I knew it was because my cheeks were green. They had done that when I flushed in ghost form as a Halfa, so why not as a full ghost?
I phased through my parents grips, making them flinch, and zipped to float in front of Clockwork, staring him in the eyes. A small amused smile graced his lips.
Everyone watched us in silence. My parents finally opened their mouths to say something, but they were stopped by Sam. The silence continued.
My eyes reflected back out of Clockwork's, and I noticed something I hadn't before. With a jolt of sadness, I realized that my pupils were now cat-like, almond shaped and narrow.
I sighed and floated down to the floor. "Fine."
Clockwork smirked and twirled his staff, and with a flash of light we were gone.