Right now, this is just a collection and mish-mash of strange ideas given and taken and come up with for SPN/DP that I wanted to go on, but not in full story mode. To anyone who wishes to go on and read it, enjoy. To those who don't, you don't have to enjoy. 10, sequel to 5. This scared little boy in the mental hospital, you could hardly believe he had the ability to kill demons.
To say that Jess was surprised when Dean showed up and Sam suddenly just walked out on her to go spend a weekend with his ever-so-mysterious family for some bonding time was definitely an understatement. But if Jess was surprised at that, she was absolutely astounded when two of the most famous demigods in the world showed up on her fire escape.
Danny did not want to be here, in this charred out old shell of a house where he could feel his ghost sense tugging at the back of his throat and yet was unable to release it. He exhaled slowly, but his breath came out warm and invisible to his eyes, and he nearly snarled in frustration.
Dipper knew Grunkle Stan was hiding something from them, and if he wasn't, well, then nothing would be revealed from one little room search, right? Only, this page he found in the corner, that wasn't a good hiding spot for something with this many secrets about the Author. If only it had answered more questions than it brought up.
"How did I make the nightmares go away? After a little while, I realized that no matter how many ghosts are in my closet, or serial killers are under my bed, I'll always be the worst monster of them all."
I leaned against a tree, breath coming out in short pants. The bark was smoother than normal, but I didn't have time to wonder why. I glanced over my shoulder, scanning the darkness in between the trees for any signs of the bright yellow eyes. There were none, and that was both staggeringly reassuring and horribly terrifying. Silver flashes.
It takes less effort to try to fit in when you stick out then to try to stick out when you've already fit in. And standing up for what you believe in against the few is difficult when you're not sure what you believe in or if you believe at all.
"What would happen to your family? They'd mourn for a while, yes, but then wouldn't things get better? Wouldn't they stop thinking of themselves as worthless? The bruises would fade without more appearing. The mental damage would slowly fade too. It would leave scars, but scars are better then gaping injuries. At least you wouldn't be around to rub salt in the wounds anymore."
Danny comforts Mikey, Nathan, and Lester after a group beating because of the football team, and later, proves that his words weren't just to cheer them up.
Amity Park gets destroyed by a crazed lunatic, and Team Phantom is forced to part ways. Danny decides that since Amity no longer needs him, he'll put his special gifts to use by being a hero elsewhere. Elsewhere: Jump City. Danny is making a reputation as a vigilante as Phantom, and a few friends as Fenton, and the Teen Titans are showing a little too much interest in both of them.
Bill had been bugging Dipper and Mabel for a while, so he'd become an integral part in their lives. When he gets a "guest" at the Mystery Shack, the isosceles jerk may be in too deep himself.
He was sorry, so sorry, because he had thought he was making the right choice, but maybe he had been wrong. And it was. All. His. Fault.
The authors note for the Journals, by the author himself, addressing you, reader, for reference.
Annabeth didn't know where the apples were coming from. All day long, whether she was training, reading, sparring, swimming, running, teaching...apples. From every direction, of all different kinds, sizes, colors, and flavors. Every hour on the hour...apples. Somebody was throwing apples at her. (Fluff?)
Dear Danny, at first I thought this pen pal thing was stupid, and I intended to quit as soon as the school project was over, but I know you've seem some pretty weird things, and I need someone to tell my story to before I explode. You may think I'm crazy, in fact I would bet on it, but I have to tell somebody. Something about...Changelings. From Ben.
"We're the Ghostfacers, professional paranormal investigators, and you kids need to leave before you get hurt." Sam, Tucker, and Danny exchanged looks, rolling their eyes, already exasperated, and that was before the other two men showed up. Even Tucker is beginning to regret this decision.
A collection of stories that is exclusive to Danny and any ghost I come up with bonding. Ember, Skulker, Technus, Clockwork, Wulf, Youngblood, Dani, Lunch Lady, Box Ghost, Kitty, Johnny, Fright Knight, Vlad, Frostbite, Dora, Poindexter, and maybe even Walker (if you're lucky).
Exactly one hundred word drabbles for each Danny Phantom character I could think of. Thinking of adding more characters, but I never know if I'll ever work up the initiative.
There was no question about it. Nancy Bobofit was in love. He came into the coffee shop every Thursday afternoon, like clockwork. He would sit at the counter and stare at nothing, or look at mysterious pictures, or wait impatiently. Sometimes he even brought a book. Most times he just sat there and thought. And he was-undoubtedly-the most beautiful person Nancy had ever seen.
Just another day in the life of Carter Kane after stopping the apocalypse. Totally normal. (Possible Son of Sobek connection)