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Real Life
A Danny Phantom FanFiction by Cordria
Author’s Notes Version


(chapter 4)
In Which Being a Friend Isn’t Always Easy
Author’s notes in bold


Danny wandered through town, his eyes fixed firmly on the sidewalk.  He’d never seen so many ants than he had today – tiny red ones, quick brown ones, huge black ones – Amity Park really had an ant problem.  There was, of course, a reason why the ants were so interesting today.

So, at the beginning of chapters, I repeat the big, important information.  In a normal book, this wouldn’t happen.  But I think it works best for fanfiction, ‘specially since most people read a bunch of stuff in between and don’t necessarily remember what’s going on.  XD  My theory, anyways.  That’s what this whole section is for.

Actually, there were three really good reasons to keep his eyes one the ground.  Danny shivered to himself as he tried to figure out where he was based solely on the cracks in the sidewalk, not daring to look up.  But, in the end, he found himself completely lost and he had to look.  

His eyes flickered to the coffee shop just ahead of him.  The blurry forms of the humans that sat at small tables sipped drinks in the warm evening.  Tiny ripples of emotions flooded out from each one, gathering together and forming small waves that were tinged with delicious smells.  Those strange wrinkles in the air weren’t really smells, they were more feelings, but they tingled the back of his nose.  The small crowd at the coffee shop collectively felt like warm cookies, hot chocolate, and a thick blanket on a cold winter’s night.  

Around the humans, flickering in the shadows and coiling under tables, were nearly a dozen other things that weren’t quite so human.  They collected in areas where the almost-unseen ripples were the strongest.  Snapping and hissing at each other, they created an unnatural cacophony that drifted just underneath the warm babble of the humans.  These creatures gave off these tiny undulations of energy as well, but they were cold and unfeeling, laced with instinctive fury and protectiveness. One of the long shadow-things slithered out from under a table, passing right through a young woman’s leg.  She reached down absently as if she were going to swat a mosquito, confused when there was nothing she could see.  

Danny wrenched his eyes away from the scene, burrowing his shaking hands into the pockets of his jeans.  All throughout the day he had seen these things: bat-like creatures that had flitted around in the cafeteria; rat-things that had run through lockers; and more than once he had seen the large fox in the hallway.  Nobody else seemed to know that they existed.  

Up until today, he hadn’t noticed them either.

Forcing himself not to glance up again as he strode past the coffee shop, he shook his head, mentally tallying the reasons he shouldn’t have looked up.  The first was those odd ripples of life that so fascinatingly swirled and eddied.  A second, easily, was the creepy shadow-things that nobody else could see.  The last – the worst – was the look in people’s eyes when they met his gaze… a shiver, a glance away, a slight retreating… a tiny bit of fear.

One foot in front of the other, Danny worked his way down the street.  People walked around him, unconsciously drifting farther away from him than they usually would.  Crowds of people surged, but Danny was alone in the midst of it all.  Normally his slight frame would’ve been jostled and shoved, but today nobody seemed to want to get near him.  It was like he had some sort of poisonous cloud around him.

Creepy…  Sometimes I wish people would leave me alone like that.

Finally recognizing the corner that led to his house by the strange cracks on the ground (Tucker swore that it looked like a map of Amity Park but neither Danny or Sam had ever been able to see it), he turned to his right and headed up the street towards home.

There’s a series of cracks at the bus stop by my house that looked like a picture of the United States.

Not fond of this section, but like I said… I felt it was necessary.


Sam drummed her chipped fingernails against the table of the Nasty Burger.  Danny had vanished nearly an hour earlier and the manager had long since replaced the lights that had broken during Danny’s tantrum.  She and Tucker were still there as the sun began to set, waiting to see if Danny was going to come back and apologize.  Well, Sam was waiting for Danny to come back.  Tucker was there because Sam had blackmailed and bribed him into staying.  

“So what if he’s a ghost,” she muttered darkly for the seventh time since Danny had disappeared, “that doesn’t give him an excuse to be that rude.”  

“He’s scared,” Tucker said as he grabbed a fry from his third order of cheese fries.  “It’s kind of hard to blame him for running away.  I’d be scared too.”

“I don’t care.”  Her eyes blazed.  “Danny’s our friend and he should be nicer to us.  We don’t care that he’s a ghost.”

“Are you…” Tucker trailed off, his eyes fixed firmly on the table, unable to look up into his friend’s eyes.  He cleared his throat.  “Are you a little… afraid of him?”

Yes, I am, actually.  The question is… why isn’t Sam as scared as everyone else??  She goes near Danny, AND she stood up to the ectopus thing when everyone else ran…

“He’s our friend Tucker!”  She couldn’t believe that he’d say that.  But even as she said it, a weird feeling surged up inside of her.  Even though he was her friend, there was no doubt about the fear that had been swirling through her all day.

“I know he is,” he said quietly, “but he’s not entirely human.  Some of the things he can do…”  Tucker looked up into her eyes and shrugged.  “There were times when I had to really fight not to run in the other direction.  Especially when he’s a ghost, you know?  And sometimes when he’s human.  Sometimes there’s no life in his eyes.”

Sam sighed and propped her chin up with her hands.  “I’m not afraid of him,” she said after thinking it through, “but yeah, I’m frightened of what he can do… and what he is.  But he wouldn’t hurt us, not on purpose.  It doesn’t really make sense…”

And no, that’s not the real reason why.  ;)  I’m not coping out like that.

Tucker nodded.  “Yeah...”  He popped the last of the cheese fries into his mouth and licked his fingers before glancing at his watch.  “Drat.  I missed supper.”

“You’ve been eating non-stop for over an hour!” Sam said incredulously.  “How can you still be hungry?”

“Fear does that to a person.”  

hehe… my friend and I have ‘horror movie’ night and we’re both wimps when it comes to horror and fear.  She eats, like, three pizzas a night, giving the same excuse.  When she’s scared, she eats.  Me?  When I’m scared, I just whimper and hide in a corner.

And darn her for being able to eat and eat and eat and still looking like she doesn’t.  SOME of us (me) have to exercise.

Sam pressed her eyes into the heels of her hands and groaned.  “What are we going to do tomorrow, Tucker?  I’m not sure I can take being around him like this for another day.  It’s too nerve-wracking being on my toes all day and checking over my shoulder to see where he is.  But we can’t ignore him.  He’s our friend.”

Tucker was silent for a long time.  “I think he understands,” he said very quietly.  “I think one of the things he’s afraid of is us running away in fear.  He knows we’re scared of him.”  He pushed a small pile of fry crumbs around his tray for a moment.  “But I don’t think he can really help it.  Maybe that’s just what he is now.”

“How does that help?”

He played with his salt for a few seconds.  When he spoke, Sam could barely hear him.  “I think that if we don’t go over and talk to him, he won’t come over and talk to us.  I think he’d understand.  That would solve the problem.”


I’m sooooo going to get killed for putting that in there.  BUT!  I needed to show just how scary Danny was… even to his most devoted friends.  Keep reading, that’s all I can say.  I do make up for it.  

“What?”  Sam’s voice was even softer than Tucker’s.  She couldn’t imagine the words coming out of her friend’s mouth.  “You mean stop being friends with him?  Ignore him because he’s different?  Run away because it’s not as easy being friends with him any more?  Not help him fix this?”

“Sam.”  He looked up at her.  “I don’t think this is something that is fixable.  I’ve been thinking all afternoon about this, and I’m pretty sure I know how Danny got to be like this.”  He shook his head sadly.  “I think the part of him that’s a ghost is what’s keeping him alive.”

See the next chapter for the long version of his theory. *science-y*

“So you’d just leave him?”  Sam fought back the tears that were threatening to appear in her eyes.

“He’s scary.  Did you see what he did to those french fries?  He did that because he was frustrated.”  He leaned across the table, looking the furious girl straight in the eyes.  “Sam, what’s going to happen when he gets frustrated with us?  What happens if he sinks even farther into this ghost persona?  Remember the park?  He was inches from attacking us.  I was willing to ignore that… but then he did it again here.  He looked me in the eyes.  There was murder in his eyes, Sam.”

And cue real life sinking in.  Danny’s got scary, uncontrollable ghost powers.  Anyone with a lick of sense would be running as far and as fast as they can.

“He won’t…”

“You don’t know that,” he cut her off.  “He’s obviously got no control over what he’s doing.  He could kill us and not even mean it.  The safest thing…”

“NO!” she screamed.  Silence fell in the Nasty Burger as she pushed her chair back and stood up.  She wasn’t going to sit here and listen to this.  This was Danny they were talking about; the one person that she trusted completely.  Not even Tucker could talk about him like this.  “I don’t care what the safest thing to do is.  Being friends isn’t always about doing the safe thing.  It’s about doing the right thing.”

I’m HTML-ed out.  I have GOT to stop using italics.


“Shut up!”  She slammed her hand down on the table.  “You, Tucker Foley, are… are…” she was so furious that she couldn’t come up with an appropriately low and slimy metaphor.  She just gave a strangled scream and turned and stormed out the door.

I can never find appropriate metaphors until it’s too late either.  She’ll think of one in a few hours.


Danny slumped into the old sofa in the living room, closing his eyes tightly to try and force out the images of everything he’d seen that day.  “What a day,” he whispered.

“Did you say something, sweetie?” his mother asked as she walked into the room.  She had her lab goggles pushed up on her forehead and a basket of laundry balanced on her hip.

You wanted Fentons?  You get Fentons.  ;)

“No,” he moaned sourly as a chill breeze seemed to blow down his neck.  “I think I’ve just got a headache.”  

“What some aspirin?”

Danny shook his head and opened his eyes.  He glanced over at his mother, but his eyes were drawn to a small puppy sitting in the basket of laundry.  The mastiff had a thick, spiky collar, red-brown eyes, and appeared to be partially rotted.  “AH!” Danny yelped, jumping out of his feet with his eyes fixed on the ghost dog.

CUJO!  Is he really called that or is a fanon thing?  ‘Cause Cujo is a famous movie dog…

“What?” his mother asked as she checked behind her.  

Danny’s eyes flickered from the dog snuggling into the shirts to his mother’s confused face.  “Um…” he stuttered.  Just for a second he contemplated telling Maddie Fenton exactly what was wrong.  Mom, there’s a ghost dog sitting in your laundry and only I can see him because for some reason I’m a ghost part of the time myself.   But he choked it back with a small sigh.  Nobody would believe that.

“Oh, I know,” his mother chuckled softly, “that was my reaction when I saw it too.”  She nodded down at the basket.  

Blinking in confusion, Danny waited for her to continue.  

Okay, so in a bit of confusion and horrid inability to PLAN what I write, I missed a section earlier, and now am trying to compensate.  Unfortunately, I just glaze over it.  You probably wouldn’t notice if I didn’t point it out, however.  Can you find it?

“After getting that mess in the lab cleaned up, your father tried to integrate that new spectral engine into the dryer.”  She set the basket down, reached through the ghost dog like it wasn’t really there, and pulled out a mangled and torn shirt.  “On the positive side, it appears that we’ve invented an engine that uses the ambient emotional energy in the air – there was a fifteen percent decrease in the nominal power draw.  On the slightly more negative side, we can’t control it.  That extra energy comes and goes without warning and it blew out the motor somewhere during the ‘cool down’ cycle.  Look at all this mending I’ll have to con Jazz into doing for me.”  She dropped the shirt back into the basket with a small grin.

Yes.  I forgot to mention the fact that the lab got completely trashed and there wasn’t any questions.  Still aren’t… actually.  Come on.  Their lab got TRASHED and they don’t question it???  Darn.  That’s a horrible plot hole.  I fix it later by putting it down as a ‘mystery’.  Maddie and Jack do not know how the portal/window started to work, and they don’t know that Danny was down in the lab.  They figure the mess was a side-effect to the belated turning-on of the ghost portal.  There.  That’s my excuse for forgetting to stick in the breakfast scene in chapter… one.

“Oh,” he managed to get out.  The dog burrowed out from under the ragged clothes and vanished into the kitchen.  For a few seconds he watched the door, waiting for the puppy to reappear, but then dragged his eyes back to his mother.  She was looking at him with concern.

“Are you sure you’re okay?  You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

*dies*  Oh the irony.

“Yeah,” he said softly.  He shot her a pale smile.  “I’m fine.”  

She nodded slowly.  “Well, take some aspirin and get to sleep early tonight.  If you need me I’ll be bribing your sister into fixing all these shirts.”  She winked at him, her smile growing.  “Try to stay away from your father tomorrow – that Ghost Portal we’ve been working on mysteriously started working last night and he’s been dying to find someone to ramble his theories to.”  Picking up the basket and sending him one last smile, she headed up the stairs.  

Danny sunk back into the sofa with a groan.  Nothing really seemed to be able to express the horrible twisting sensation in his stomach.  He could feel the terror, nervousness, and panic simmering just under the extreme exhaustion that was settling into his mind.  But strangely there was something else there as well.  Hidden beneath the fear was a tiny bit of excitement.

What was going to happen tomorrow?


Tucker pushed the power button on his computer and waited for the comforting whir of the hard drive.  He glowered at the screen as it buzzed into life, thinking back over the horrible mess at the Nasty Burger.

Sam had just left him like that, sitting in the totally silent restaurant, everybody staring at him.  He’d deserved it on some level; Danny Fenton was his best friend and he really shouldn’t have said what he’d said.  Up until today, he’d been sure that he’d do anything for Danny.  He would have said that he’d jump off a cliff for him.  But now?

Tucker shivered, playing with the mouse.  That was before he’d seen Danny glare at him, power whirling around his friend, a cold hand clawing at Tucker’s heart.  He could ignore what happened in the park since that ectopus thing had been there, but how could just ignore the Nasty Burger?  It had all been kind of fun and mysterious until he’d seen the uncontrolled frustrated rage in his friend’s eyes.  Now, though, deep down inside of him, he knew that hanging around with Danny was an extremely dangerous idea.  Danny barely had any control over these powers he’d been cursed with.  One argument might be all it took for the teen to accidentally kill them.  

It all came down to one all-encompassing question.  Which was more important to him: Danny’s friendship or not risking his life?  

*snicker*  Tucker-angst.  But we all know which he ultimately picks.  Right?  It’s just the question of how long it takes.

Logging onto the internet, Tucker sighed and stared blankly at the Google homepage, not having decided where he wanted to go.  

HAPPY 9TH BIRTHDAY GOOGLE! *random trivia*

There was no question that Danny would understand if Tucker pulled away.  He bit his lip.  Danny’d be hurt, but he wouldn’t push it.  Tucker let go of the mouse and buried his head in his arms, his brain starting to hurt.  

“Tucker?” his mother called.  She knocked on his door before letting herself in.  “I heard you come in.  Are you hungry?”

Uh-oh… Tucker’s mommy.  She’s modeled after my other-mother… so this ain’t gonna be good…

Tucker, head still buried, shook his head.  

Janet walked over and rubbed his shoulder.  “What’s wrong, sweet heart?”

Tucker groaned into his arms.  His mother was always a little too perceptive.  Although he had to admit that it didn’t take a genius to know something was wrong when he skipped supper and was sitting like this.  She was usually pretty helpful though.  “If you had a friend,” he said, not lifting his head out of his arms, “that caught some kind of horrible disease that made it really hard to be around them… what would you do?”

Hehe… ghost-i-ness as a ‘horrible disease’.

His mother’s hand stopped its comforting circles.  “Is this ‘horrible disease’ a curable one?”

Shaking his head, Tucker glanced back at his mother.  Concern sparkled in her eyes when she saw the pain in his eyes.   “What if it was… dangerous?  How good of a friend would they have to be for you try and stay around them?”

Janet settled down on his bed, folding her hands in her lap.  “That depends,” she said, “on what kind of friend you are, not what kind of friend they are.”  She leaned closer.  “Tucker… where are these questions coming from?”

I feel a fortune-cookie message coming…

He winced and struggled to find something he could say.  “I… he… they… they don’t want everybody to know yet.  I’m not even sure I should know.”

“This ‘friend’ is a good enough friend that you’re lying to your mother about it.  That’s saying something already,” she said simply.  “You’re going to have to make your own decisions.  But if you get thrown in jail, I will kill you.  If you die, I will call your great-grandmother to make sure you are tormented forever in the afterlife.  And if this has to do with drugs, drinking, or sex, I will personally make your life a living Hell.”  

*wince*  Word-for-word what my own mother told me when I asked her for advice and she told me to make my own choice.

“Thanks,” Tucker whispered sourly.  

Word-for-word my response.  XD

She smiled.  “Tucker, I will say this.  A good friend is there for his friends when they fall down.”  She touched his chin and looked into his hazel eyes.  “He’s not there to fall down with his friends… he’s there to help pick them back up.  Understand?”

I knew that fortune cookie was here somewhere.

“Kind of.”

“Good.”  She stood up and brushed some imaginary flour off of her skirt before heading for the door.  “Now.  Are you hungry?”

Tucker shook his head.  “No, I ate with Sam at the Nasty Burger.”

She paused and glanced back at him.  “Where was Danny?”

Uh… what?

Caught completely flat-footed, Tucker fought for something to say as his face paled.  For one of the first times in his life, nothing jumped into his mind for him to say.  His normally talkative brain was dead silent.

“Ah,” Janet said quietly and closed the door behind her.

No, no, no… WHAT?!?!  Why does SHE know?  Who the freaking-hey wrote this?!?!  STOP THAT!

Tucker let his head drop backwards and he half-screamed.  He sat there for the longest time, staring up at the small cracks in the ceiling, contemplating Danny, his mother, and the whole messy situation.  Finally, with his neck protesting every movement, he turned back to the computer.  Shaking his mouse to clear the screensaver, he found himself staring at the internet.

But this time he had a small smile on his face.

Very carefully, he typed in one word: ‘Ghosts’.


Danny yawned and stretched under his warm blankets, glancing blearily at the alarm clock sitting next to his bed.  It was going to go off in a few minutes.  He curled up, fully intent on keeping his half-asleep state as long as possible.  All his problems from yesterday were out of his mind.  For these precious few moments, he felt like a normal teenager.

I love sleeping.  Wrote this after waking up… kind of… and not wanting to.

In the sleepy quiet of the early morning, he didn’t notice when the world blurred and faded around him, the soft sounds of his mother in the kitchen vanishing.  His mind fell into a dream-like trance.  Nothing around him seemed quite real.  He took a few deep breaths and let himself sink farther into his dream.

Things in his room misted into unreality in his mind.  The ceiling, walls, and floor vanished from his mind and left him feeling like he was floating in a world of nothingness.  And then he let the comfortable bed beneath him fade away…

He fell.  His eyes flickered open just in time to see the underside of his bed before he phased through the floor and down into the living room.  A startled yelp worked its way out of him just as the thought of how hard the living room floor was going to be flooded through his head.  With that one thought, the world around him took on a very real – if blurry and indistinct – solidness again.

hehe… he falled down go ‘boom’.

Danny crashed into the couch, bouncing once before tumbling to the floor.  He moaned, pushing himself onto his hands and knees and shaking his head to clear it.  The smell of apples on a crisp autumn morning swirled into his nose and he glanced up.  A giant bluish smudge was kneeling down in front of him, its apple smell tinged with the sounds of tiny claws skittering on a hard floor.  The blur made a sound and Danny tried desperately to focus on it to try to figure out what it was saying… or at least who it was.  This early in the morning, it could’ve been anybody.

Then, suddenly and without warning, everything was back to normal.  “Danny!” his mother said again.  Her eyes were wide with worry as she reached out and brushed his hair out of his eyes.  “Are you okay?  What’s wrong?”

Danny blinked a few times.  “I fell,” he said.  “I’m okay.”  He pushed himself unsteadily to his feet and smiled at her, wondering if his smile reached his eyes.  Still crouched on the floor, the skeptical look she was wearing seemed to indicate that it hadn’t.

“You sure?” she asked quietly.  “You didn’t look very good last night either.”

He nodded.  “I was just hungry…” he hesitated as he tried to form the lie in his head, “so I got up a little early to get something to eat and… tripped?”  Forcing himself groan when his sentence came out as a question (and an obvious lie), he waited for his mother’s answer.

You think she’ll call him on it?  I’m sure she knew it was a lie.

“Oh.  Well, we’re out of cereal,” she said after a moment, still studying him, “so you’ll have to have oatmeal this morning.  I left out some of the instant stuff next to the microwave for you and Jazz.”  She pushed herself to her feet.  “You know you can talk to me if you ever need to, right?”

Microwaves… microwaves…. MICROWAVES!!!!  It’s COMING!

“Yeah.”  Danny sent her a grin that was a bit more real than his last one.  

She laughed softly and ruffled his hair as she turned and headed upstairs to get ready for the day.

Danny watched her leave before glancing up at the ceiling he had just fallen through and heading into the kitchen.  He really was hungry.  Grabbing a bowl and the small packet of oatmeal, he let his mind wander back to what had just happened.  “I fell through the ceiling,” he whispered in quiet disbelief.  “I wasn’t a ghost this morning, I was human… so why did I fall like that?”

After dumping the oatmeal into the bowl he walked over to the sink, quickly filled the bowl, and mixed the cold glop distractedly with his finger.  “Was it because of how I was feeling?  That un-real-ness?”  He made a face as he dropped the bowl into the microwave and punched two minutes into the timer.  “Is un-real-ness even a word?”

Is it??

He leaned against the counter before he stared the microwave, gazing out into the cloudy morning air.  The world blurred quietly into what he was growing to term ‘ghost’ mode, and he watched the ghost dog from last night trot across the back lawn.  It was easy to see the bullet hole in the dog’s head against the greenish smear that was the outside.  “I fell through a ceiling and I’ve got the dead specter of a puppy haunting the laundry.  Huh.”  Shaking his head at the absurdity of it all, he squinted down at the black smudge that was the microwave and felt for the ‘start’ button.  He pressed it.

drum roll…

“AH!”  He barely stifled the scream as he backpedaled away from the thing and pressed his back against the far wall, his hands pressed against his ears.  The device had shrieked into existence, smashing waves of energy against his senses.  The front of his body felt like someone was jabbing small pins into his skin.  It screamed into his ears and echoed into his mind, dashing all of his thoughts into shards.  Distantly, he thought he could hear the painful howl of the puppy.

For the very first time, he railed against the blurry world that surrounded him.  There was no way he was going to stay like this.  He needed his mind to be completely human and he needed it now.  He couldn’t wait for it to fade away like yesterday.  He twisted his mind and everything slammed into clear existence.  The agonized howl cut off and the demonic shrieking of the microwave vanished.  The startling agony of the waves of energy disappeared, leaving his skin prickling and aching.  Danny panted softly, staring in horror at the device across the kitchen.

Now, I’d explain WHY… only I can’t… ‘cause that’s a part of the story… all I can say is the two words ‘electromagnetic spectrum’ and wonder if you can figure it out. ;)

The most important point for now is he controlled whether he was ghost or human for the very first time.  He’s learning control.

“Danny?” his mother called, sticking her head around the doorframe and glancing over at him.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said shakily.  The microwaves beeped quietly, signaling the fact that the oatmeal was done.  “I just thought I… heard something.  But it’s gone.”

She walked the rest of the way into the kitchen and crouched in front of him, pressing the inside of her wrist to his forehead.  “You’re skin’s so cold,” she murmured in concern.

No, his skin temperature is NOT colder ‘cause he’s part ghost.  His normal temperature is a fairly normal 98.6F.  He’s colder because... oh, I can’t tell you that EITHER!  Darn!!!

Pushing her hand away, Danny pushed himself to his feet.  “I’m fine, I just thought I heard something.”  When his mother’s expression showed that she was willing to argue, Danny forced a small smile on his face and rolled his eyes.  “Can I eat my breakfast before it gets cold or are you going to drag me to the hospital for a physical?

She let a small smile flicker across her face.  “Fine, fine, but if you’re not feeling well, I want you to stay home from school today.”  

Danny sighed and sank into a chair when his mother was gone, steadfastly ignoring the quiet beeping of the demonic microwave telling him is food was warm.  The idea of staying home from school today was extremely tempting.  He could hang around his room, pretending to be sick, trying to get a hold on these… ghost powers.  Maybe he could figure out why he fell through the ceiling.

Then he groaned sourly.  He still needed to apologize to Sam and Tucker for how he acted yesterday at the Nasty Burger.  He needed to tell them that they were right and that he was sorry.  One of the reasons why he’d been so adamant about the fact that ghosts weren’t real was the worry that he was dead, just like Sam had been trying to tell him.  And then there was the thing with the fries.  He wasn’t at all sure of how he was going to explain why he’d been so angry at the fries.  It was just that after everything else that had happened that day, not being able to pick up a simple french fry had been impossibly frustrating.  It had just bubbled over.  The nearly identical expressions of fear on their faces afterwards had only made things seem worse.  He had run away because he needed to get away and clear his head.

That, and he’s newly full of ‘ghost’ instincts, which also includes a VERY short temper and a bunch of other stuff.

All told, it wasn’t something you could just apologize for over the phone or in a text message.  He’d probably have to actually track them down at school – no doubt they would be avoiding him.  He would have avoided himself if possible.  Why would you want a friend that scared you so much?

I agree and the text message thing.  On a related note, don’t ever break up with someone via text message.  I had someone do that to me and it’s very rude.

*random* It’s 6:11pm and the telemarketers are calling.  Again.  They always do right at this time and I’m finally learning to NOT pick up the phone.

Staring morosely in the direction of the microwave (which was beeping quietly and still holding his oatmeal hostage), he muttered, “To school.  Fantastic.”

He stood up and walked over to the microwave, pausing a few feet away and studying the thing.  The mind-shattering noise echoed through his head and his skin prickled with remembered pain for a moment.  He slowly reached out a finger and shakily moved closer to the button that made the door open.  Just before it touched the machine he yanked his hand back.

“This is stupid, Fenton,” he hissed.  “You can’t be afraid of a microwave.  Open it already.”

hehe… stupid torture, sorry.

His hand snapped out and pressed the button, but he couldn’t quite stop the flinch when the door popped open.  He snatched the steaming bowl of oatmeal and slammed the door shut, retreating into the living room to eat his oatmeal.  “The couch is just so much more comfortable,” he grumbled quietly, just in case anybody was watching.  Daniel Fenton was not afraid of a stupid microwave.


It might have only been his second day of school, but Danny decided he now hated coming to school.  The invisible creatures that scampered around feeding off the human population seemed to congregate where there were lots of people.  Hundreds of them flocked to the town’s center for drama and angst: Casper High School.  

To make it all the worse, he hadn’t been able to track down Sam or Tucker that morning to apologize.  Not that he had looked very hard… he’d spent most of the early morning sitting on a bench way out of the way, watching out of the corner of his eyes as dozens of spectral creatures flocked to the school on the heels of his peers.  Thankfully they seemed to steer clear of him, but they were still creepy and it had taken nearly fifteen minutes of persuasion to get himself off the bench and closer to the school.  

Sam was normally in his first hour class, but she had some big volunteer thing she had been doing and was probably off doing that.  Tucker, who also should have been there, was mysteriously absent.  Danny spent the entire hour with his eyes carefully trained on his paper, trying really hard not to think that his friends were avoiding him.  Somewhere between the eleventh and twelfth flinch away from something flitting on the edge of his vision, he began to seriously contemplate whether or not he could handle being around his parents all day and being home schooled.

Wouldn’t that be horrible?  Home schooling?

As it was, Danny slunk into his next class without much hope left for the day.  He sank into his desk for math – his worst subject on a good day – and tried his hardest not to stare at the three bats flapping around the room.

“Mr. Fenton,” the math teacher called and Danny quietly raised his hand, showing that he was there.  As Mr. Falluca took the rest of attendance, Danny focused his attention down on his paper.  But he still couldn’t help the nervous tic at a flicker of iridescent light.

Another confession.  I have no idea if this Falluca guy does math.  I was just told that he IS a canon teacher and I took a guess.  He doesn’t do gym, ‘cause that’s the creepy female, and he doesn’t do social studies, English, science, or literature because Lancer seems to do all of those.  ;)  So I guessed at which was left.  

He doesn’t really do home-ec or something… right?

“You okay, Fentonia?” a voice whispered from his right.  

Danny looked up into the face of Dash Baxter, resident football star and sports idol.  He couldn’t really figure out what to say to that.  Dash usually went out of his way to torment and torture the ‘losers’, and now he was asking if Danny was alright?  For that reason, Danny figured it was some kind of trick – one he wasn’t going to fall for.  He settled for giving Dash a confused look.

You wanted Dash too.  Dash’ll be crueler as the story goes on, stuffing people into lockers and stuff.  But he’s here.

“Jeez, Fenton, I was just wondering if that twitchy-thing of yours was contagious.”  Dash rolled his eyes and turned back to his own notes.

Danny curled his fingers in a fist under the desk.  Even Dash was noticing that something was wrong.  Great.

For a second, the world felt like it was going to blur into ‘ghost’ mode, but Danny fought it off with a quiet snarl.  He was going to be normal all day at school today, even if it killed him.  An image of his friend’s terrified faces filtered through his mind.  He never wanted to see that expression on them ever again.  That is, if they were still his friends.  He needed to get control of this… whatever it was.

Where ARE his friends anyway?  Did they choose to run?

As the teacher droned away in the front of the class, Danny moaned and dropped his chin onto his arms.  The whole question was how?


Bring back the evil.  XD

Not too far away, the well-dressed man from the Nasty Burger leaned against the wall of his hotel room, opened his cell phone, and called up a small picture he’d taken of the three friends yesterday afternoon.  He gazed down at the snapshot like the pixels would reveal the identity of the black-haired teenager.  “What a display,” he mussed quietly, “so much potential.”  After yesterday, there was no doubt that the boy was infused with a large amount of spectral energy.  The question was how much.

“Is he powerful enough to obtain a supernatural form, or is he just an overly powerful medium?”  Either way, the boy would become an incredible asset to his plans with some practice, proper guidance, and, of course, a lot more control than the young man had displayed in the restaurant.  Before he could approach the youth, however, he would need more information.  He needed to learn just what and who this boy was.

Scarlet flames flickered around the edges of his blue-grey irises.  “Calev, Yosef, Tal.  Come here.”  He accompanied his echoing words with a wave of blood-red energy that flooded out in every direction.

hehe… Here comes my own little twist to fanon.  ;)  Silly idea that cropped up a while ago.

He wrinkled his nose as the room became quickly full of the smell of dusty feathers.  Two ancient and transparent vultures appeared out of nothing, the third a heartbeat behind them.  The three brothers supposedly had been slain for ‘accidentally’ flying a little too close to the crucified form of Jesus of Nazareth, making them just over two thousand years old.  The details of their life’s story shifted as often as the wind, but the creatures were usually reliable and helpful.

I looked it up, people.  I did the math.  They died at the right time.  They’re 2008.  Making them born right around the year 0.  I’m not a history person, but I think I remember that the AD thing means ‘After Death’… so it’s very possible that they died at the same time as Christ.  And they’re Jewish.  Now.  I’m neither Jewish nor Christian, so don’t yell at me for this, k?

The closest of the birds spread his wings, huge gaps where feathers had been torn from him.  The head of an arrow showed just above his right shoulder, the bloody fletching still sticking out of his left breast.  The bird opened his beak and let an ear-splitting caw fill the air.  His blood-red eyes fixed on the human, energy sparkling on his broken wings.

The man’s blue-grey eyes instantly flared red.  “You dare,” he hissed, the room suddenly filling with energy.  Power snapped and crackled around the two of them as they stared at each other.  After just a few moments, the bird closed his wings and settled back down.  “Stupid ghosts,” the man snarled.  They were constantly fighting him for dominance.

“You see this boy here?”  He held out the screen to the spectral creatures and tapped on the small screen with a little more force than necessary.  His eyes were still a sparkling, angry red.  

The eldest vulture, Yosef, nodded what remained of its bald head.  

I do know some Yiddish.  This is pronounced more like ‘Joseph’.

“I want you to find him and follow him, but don’t let him know you’re there.  I want you to study him.”  The man glared at the three ghostly birds for a long moment, power coursing through him and around the birds to reinforce his command.  “I need to know how powerful he is.”

Ooh… should he start stalking after Jack soon?

Calev – the smallest vulture – bowed his head and shrugged his wings in submission, scarlet eyes glittering.  Yosef merely nodded again.  It was the tallest of the three, Tal, that kept his eyes locked on the man.  After a long, tense moment, he nodded as well.  “Rikhtik,” he squawked.  The three of them vanished.

Calev=Caleb, Tal… is Tal.  :D  Rikhtick (phonetic, so sound it out) means okay.

The man didn’t watch them leave.  His attention was focused down on the picture of the boy.  “Who are you?” he whispered.

--In real life, being a friend isn’t always easy.

(end chapter 4)
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fayrandothneil Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2009
From the oppinion of a homeschooler, I think it's great! You set your own hours, get to choose what you do and when, which leaves free time for more Devianting! (That's not a word by the way and I am cringing for typing it down).
cordria Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
:) I think homeschool would be fun, only I'm a bit too old for homeschooling. :)

disneyfreak16 Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2008
while im reading this story, this pic always pops in my head. i think it goes perfectly with it [link]
cordria Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, I loved that pictured. :D

pikarai Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2007  Hobbyist Digital Artist
hmm, are you going to update soon? i like the realism you've put into the world of danny phantom. you say comment and you'll post some more...

haha, I can eat and not gain weight either...I think I've only gained like 7 pounds since seventh grade and I'm a senior now...
cordria Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
I just posted chapter 5. ;)

Darn you and all you people who can eat and not gain weight!! *snarl* I have to excersize. but I enjoy it, so I don't complain too much.

Chemistryshadow Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Hay! Guess who finally found time to drop by and read your chapters with author's notes? Come on guess!


Okay, it's southernstarshadow! (the loser from XD
Your notes are the best. You don't know how much better I understand the story when I read 'em. ^_^ Of course, I'm one of those folks who just sit and enjoy the story, which includes lookin' up big words I don't understand. (LOL) I carry a dictionary with me at all times, yeah that's how bad I am at both spellin' and definitions. xD And about what you said about fanfiction readers readin' different other projects at the same time as your, yep the 100% true. It's also why I usually lost when I come back to stories I ain't read in awhile. (lol)

Anways, same as I said on, this story is bodiacous! (I said it again! Ha!) And keep those authors notes a comin'! I love 'em!
cordria Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Guess who finally found time to reply to comments? Come on... guess! *snicker* *copycat*

Anywho, welcome welcome Chemistryshadow aka southernstarshadow! Thanks for the comment. ;) I carry around a thesaurus, so I kinda understand your dictionary thing. I hate repeating myself... *sigh*

Thanks!! :glomp:

rika195 Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2007
I think I'll just read the one at The author comments are so distracting from the story, and really kind of unnecessary. I find them annoying cause they make the story detached from itself, and fragmented. So I hope you don't mind if I don't read it here. It's a great story though! I hope you do continue to write it!!!! No one writes these stories like you do.
cordria Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
I totally understand, actually. The author comments in stories drive me up the wall - I hate it when people put them in. Especially when they are bolded and they draw your eye and you skip large sections of the story...


Yeah. ;) I'm doing this 'cause one of my friends asked me to. Read the one on FFN. That's the one I read. :glomp:

KaliPhantom Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
Yeah, a lot of fics repeat info or lead into things, don't they? I think it's a technique specific to the genre, though something similar does sort of happen in fiction series. Personally I don't do that so much, but I do insert things regarding previous plot occasionally. Dialogue, and such. :aww:

I'm guessing Sam isn't as scared because of the suicidal goth thing, or something like that? I figured after reading it that the main point of the Microwave of Death was to teach him a bit of control (and was happy that he did learn some). Now, the electromagnetic stuff… pretty much along the lines of what I was thinking from the first read through. Certainly interesting, though I don't think I know enough science to really begin to speculate.

Danny's sort-of-pet ghost dog never gets a name in the show. Cujo's fanon, and I assume it's based off the evil Stephen King dog. There is kind of a resemblance at times… Falluca seems to be a science-y teacher of some kind. After all, he leads a tour of Axion Labs at one point. I'm almost of the mind that Lancer's mention of the meteor shower is a "general educator's enthusiasm" rather than a "being paid to say that." He strikes me as a humanities guy.

Unrealness isn't a word, but it could be. There's nothing stopping it, really, unless you want to get very technical about it. Which we could. Because I have a degree in Technical Language Stuff. ;p On that note, AD is Anno Domini, 'in the year of the Lord'.

Homeschooling for Danny? Horrible. For most people, probably okay, if they've got the right parents.
cordria Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the comment. ;)

There's more to the microwaves than just teaching him control... but it sure was useful for that. :D I'm definitely stretching my knowledge of microwaves. A lot.

Thanks for the info.

:glomp: I've been told you can word-i-size anything by adding hyphens. *laughter*

KaliPhantom Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
Heh, you probably can, but that only works in the writing. We don't have verbal hyphens, unfortunately.

Dizappearingirl Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2007  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm sure people have answered this stuff already but I don't want to look at all the comments so here...

Cujo is canon as far as I'm concerned though I believe his name was mentioned once by one of the trio.

Falluca is canon and is the math teacher. ^.^ You got it right! He is in Flirting With Disaster and mentions to Tucker that if he had so much time on his hands that he (Mr. Falluca) could add more math homework for the group!

I like the vulture's names...(feels random) Vladermort rocks! ^.^ Can't wait to see where this goes...

I can't remember what AD means exactly but it is not "after death" as many say. Christ died around 33 BC and the year 0 AD is in fact the year he was born. So...pretty close. ^_^ I don't really care for that much detail for the story though.

cordria Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. :hug:

I like the vulture's names too. They will be fun to watch and see what happens with them! And don't worry about the AD thing, it's a itty little plot thing that won't ever come up again, so all's good. :glomp:

Thanks for the comment!!!

DannyPLuva123 Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2007
Great chapter! I'm starting to get scared of this story, but it's too good for me to just walk away... xD
Now, to answer some of your author's notes!!

About your friend who eats a lot and never gains any weight.. that's like me. xD I'm 14 and I weigh like 100 pounds. And that sounds like a lot to ME, who's used to being like 90, but my mom and doctor say I'm underweight. :( Either way, I snack way more than I should, but nothing happens. xDD
With Tucker not wanting to be Danny's friend... I'd be scared too. But he has to make a decision - is he a good enough friend to stick by Danny? Or is he just going to run away because it's too dangerous?
I can NEVER think of anything good to say until after I walk away from whoever I'm talking to. It stinks, because you can't use it then.
Cujo IS canon. He was called Cujo by Danny in... Shades of Gray? Is that what it's called? Either way, Danny always calls the ghost dog Cujo.
About the lab getting trashed... yay, plot holes! I do things like that all the time. Some authors just go back and say, "Oh, I edited chapter 1, go read it." because they missed something and it has to be in chapter 1.
GOOGLE TURNED 9 YESTERDAY!! XD I liked the new logo yesterday. It was pretty cool.
About what your mom said, about this dangerous decision involving death, jail, drugs, sex, etc... My mom has always said that no matter what happens, even if I go kill someone, she'll still love me. She might be mad, but she'll still love me and help me out. And I love her for that. xDD </cheesy>
When Tucker's mom asked about Danny.. she obviously knows Tucker's avoiding him now. She probably doesn't know WHY though. But she might suspect something from the other day. And an answer to "Who the freaking-hey wrote this?!?!" - I did. I sneaked into your house and wrote it for you. xDD
That microwave thing is CREEPY. But I think that the artificial waves of the microwave is disrupting his ghostly pattern somehow. And now.. he's learning CONTROL!! Will he ever get as controlled and such as on the TV show? Is this gonna be completely AU or will it turn into almost-canon eventually?
I like the idea that Danny's body temperature is colder because he's a ghost, but I see you're not going with that. So, he's 98.6. That makes MY body temperature colder than a ghost. Don't I feel special? I have some sorta thyroid condition, so my normal temperature is like 96.something. Yay me.
Ohh, Mr. Falluca. At first I thought he was fanon, but I saw him in SO many stories that either he had to be canon, or everyone stole the name from each other. If someone can tell me what episode he's in, that would be great!
So, his friends are avoiding him. They skipped out on school to stay away from him. :( Hopefully they'll come to their senses soon and realize that Danny needs them. Oh, and Dash is being nice for once. A lot of people say Dash is really a nice person, but stuffs people in lockers to keep his status, or because HE'S actually self-conscious and wants to feel stronger than somebody else. (Mmm, bully psychology. Anyone who's been to cruddy school assemblies has to be familiar with it.)
One last note about the religion thing. I'm not any religion at all - I'm atheist. But I know that BC means Before Christ and AD means After Death (they actually came from some Latin phrase but I have no clue what it is. And if 1 BC was before Jesus's birth, and 0 AD was after his death... how long did he live? xD) Also, did you know that Jesus was actually Jewish? The savior of the Christian religion or whatever he is, and he was Jewish. Oh, the irony. xD Well.. I guess he /couldn't/ be Christian because it didn't exist yet.

I think I'm done. Finally. xD Post again soon so I can ramble some more! XD
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Love rambles. ;) And that was a good one. :hug:

Darn you for being able to snack and not gain weight. *evil glare*
Will Tucker run away? We'll see. :D
All my best come-backs come to me later too. *sigh*
Rumor has it Danny just called the dog Cujo because he was making a reference to the really famous dog. The ghost dog technically doesn't have a name. I think. That's what I've been told.
I don't make people go back and reread. That's evil.
My mom would still love me, she'd love me so much that she'd make my life a living torture chamber. :glomp: That's just what she'd do.
I knew that I didn't write that! *glares at you*
Good guess on the microwave thing. :D Awesome, actually.
I haven't yet decided how CANON this will stay. I've got three plots in mind, one of which is 'canon' where my stoy ends where the series starts (um... the lunch lady thing). We'll figure it out.
Ah yes, Danny's 'normal' temperature is 98.6. But his mom said his skin was freezing and his body temperature was lower right then. *winks* Wonder why?
No idea what episode he's in. I've seen a whole ten episodes, so I'll tell you if I ever figure it out.
Yeah, his friends skipped school... but did they skip school to avoid him?
And the religion thing is just wierd. :D

at-a-glancey Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
I'm back for like the third time this evening, I'm on a you now have a hype named after you, how does that feel?

Cujo probably isn't that dog's name, and we all know it. We all just call it Cujo because that' what Danny nicknamed it and it stuck, just one movie reference and we all jumped on it, it's kinda weird the more I think of it...hmmm fans are odd.

I love Tuck's mom. So cool, she kinda reminds me of my other mother, my best friend's mom who totally took me in as her own, she such a goofball. I think every teen has another mother for some reason.

Microwaves...hurt him? That sucks, how will he ever have anything instant?!

I'm pretty sure Falluca is a math teacher, if I can remeber the quote right, I think he once threatened Tucker with more math homework. But who knows, no one is gonna hurt you.

I actually like the Vulture twist. I also know Yiddish, 'cause knowledge is power!

Wow I was also thinking, it'd be fun to do these author notes for one of my stories...but I'd give it all away in the notes. So you must have some pretty good restraint. Anyway awesome chapter!
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
hehe... Cori-hype. That's fun. :glomp:

That's kind of what I figured about Cujo - that it was a random movie reference that got jumped on. I'm not going to use Cujo, I'll have to figure out some other name for Danny's new pet.

Tuck's mom is fun to write. ;) Although, she's a lot more observant than I wanted her to be.

They only hurt him when he's in 'ghost mode'. So... if he's as human as he can get, he can make ramen. :hug:

Cool. Some people do threaten to hurt me when I get seemingly innocent facts wrong. So, thanks for NOT. *stupid, rapid, uber-fans*

Author's notes are fun, and I don't give everything away 'cause I don't know where the story is going yet... there's a couple different tracks it could take from this point and I'm still picking. :D

hermiethefrog Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
Ah...ghosts must be able to see/hear more of the 'electromagnetic spectrum.' Hence, microwave...uh, waves must have a noise to them, hence, bloody hell, it hurts their ears. ^_^ I'm guessing Sam is more comfortable around Danny since she was close to death once having attempted suicide. Weird...I never thought about it, but the idea just came to me. Freaky...And Tucker, don't make me smack you. I love you and all, but please, don't make me smack you.

:giggle: Janet is funny yet again. Nice twist with the vulture ghosts. Very cool. Oh, and random canon fact of the day for you: Vlad gave Valerie her ghost hunting stuff. So...

Cujo is assumed to be canon because Danny called the dog that one time. Hence, everybody calls him Cujo, just like we all name our DannyxSam kids Lilleth because Sam named the flowersack that. :D It's a phanatic thing.

And on a last note, I'm a bit like your friend. ^_^ I eat junk food and still weight under 100 pounds. Although Mom had my metabolism when I was younger and hers slowed down so she has to diet I'll just my just desserts later...
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Aw... don't like me turning the Tuckerino on his friend? Well, I can promise it won't last long, if that helps.

YAY for random factoids! Yet ANOTHER fact that I didn't know, and was going to do one of those *facepalms* for later when it came up and I got it... wrong... Wait. I thought Technus gave her the stuff? That's what my friend said... :evileye:

Phanatics. They bother me. O.o

You get another :evileye: for the exercise thing.

Thanks for the comment though. ;)

hermiethefrog Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2007
Well, her original suit was given to her by Vlad, it got possessed by Technus, destroyed by Danny, and Technus gave her another one.
cordria Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
*dazed* Okay...

DiamondRaider Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007   Writer
Afterism- - A concise, clever statement you don't think of until it's too late. XD

(I think Cujo was actually something Danny said jokingly once in the show. Just a sarcastic nickname that fans ran with.)

Electromagnetic with the radiation being too powerful is what I'm guessing. The wavelengths becoming kinda like a shield?

His skin is colder and it's not because he's a ghost? Does he have a *spooky voice* 'Ghostly-Disease'?

Yeah, Falluca's a math teacher. *totally had to wiki that.*
DiamondRaider Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2007   Writer
Shh! No one's supposed to know that! *is so totally NOT psychic*

B-but sick ghosts are funny ghosts! They, like, hallucinate...and stuff. (don't listen to me. I just like to terrorize my characters and laugh st them at the same time.:innocent: )

No worries, you're not lazy. I'm just kind of obsessive about looking things up^^;; I even read books at the computer desk so I can google things I don't know.
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
hehe... afterism. I like that. *remembers*

... I can not say anything about your microwave guess other than YOU are one of those people I wonder about being able to read my mind. Creepy. Very creepy.

Nope, no ghostly diseases here. ;) My halfa is simply undiseased.

If I was less *cough*LAZY*cough* I coulda wiki'ed it too. :glomp: But thanks.

kdm13 Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007  Hobbyist General Artist
One of the times that Danny throws Cujo into the ghost zone, he says something to the effect of 'In you go Cujo.' It just really stuck with some people.
Oh, it's Google's ninth birthday, is that why there was a piñata as one of the g's, I was wondering what that was about XD
Oh my gosh, just googled 'ghosts' and... Results 1 - 10 of about 29,700,000 for ghosts [definition]. (0.04 seconds)... how's Tuck gonna look through all that XD
... *thinking* wait a sec, were microwaves the fast ones or the slow ones? ... Science was never my strong suit, I prefer math XD
Aww, don't feel bad Danny, I'm afraid of my locker and car doors and stuff 'cause they like to shock me... and it can really hurt too
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Yup, that's the hidden meaning behind the pinatas. ;)

yeah, hows Tucker going to get through all that? And, if he really IS going through all that, how could you expect to see him at school in the morning?

I dunno about fast or slow for microwaves... I thought they all traveled at the same speed. But they fall between 'visible light' and 'radio waves' if that helps. :D

And car doors? EVIL! *shock* *ouch* EVIL!

kdm13 Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2007  Hobbyist General Artist
Ah, sorry, you're right, they all travel at the speed of light ^^; it's just some are longer than others... my memory fails XD
Microwaves are realy long waves and they can't escape the mirowave box because of the mesh on the door and the walls of the box. they just keep bouncing around in the box.

hmm how would the microwave atack Danny then?
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
It WORKS because some people don't know how a microwave works. Like the author. ;)

ok then
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
:hug: hehe...

phantom105 Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
I will read it when i have time, but it sounds good! :D
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007  Hobbyist Writer

Mystitat Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
Oh dear, you're really going to want to change the "after death," comment ... you'll get yelled at ... ><

AD stands for "anno domini," which means "in the year of our Lord" in Latin. The dating system was based on the year Christ was born (not died), or so they thought at the time. More recent research shows that Christ was actually born in 4 BC, rather than at the switch between BC and AD like they thought. He died when he was 33, so that would put his death at 29 AD.
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, well. ;) It's a really good thing I have smart people like you to correct my mistakes.


woo this is just the thing to brighten up my night after watching a very depressing movie on the rape of NanJing.:worship: more on FFN
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
I heard about the rape of NanJing on ffn... dunno what it was that I was reading... what's that about anywho?

in 1937 the Japenese invaded china scpivcly NanJing (nowen as NanKing at the time).

the americans had sought to make NanJing a "Safety Zone" were civilans could hold out in peace. thousands of poor people flocked to the zone because they couldn't flee the country like the rich. Un fourtunetly the Japenese refused the safty zone.

the Japenese atacked and the chinese soligers dressed in plain clothes and threw away thier wepons, in hopes of hiding within the poor. Upon entry to the city they rounded up all those they suspected of beiing an ex-soliger, calisters on the hand were proof enough (meening that inosent lobourrs were rounded up as well), tied them up in groups of about 100 and shot them.

Over about 4 months they occupied what was thought to be a safety zone, and in that time they raped more than 50,000 people (yes boys AND girls and 12 year olds and 60 year olds and made some chinese men rape thier dead wemen) and it is estmated that over 300,000 people we're brutly murded.

I'm not sure those are the exact facts but they're very close. I don't hate the Japenese (I have a good friend who is Japenese) but it sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it, more than your stories do.

there are some auwful stories that I can't tell here, but it sickens me how few people know about this.:tombstone:
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
I did know about it, actually. I just didn't remember the name.

It's a horrible story and one that should be remembered. Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.

And I'm just full of stupid quotes today. *Sigh*

nothing stupid about that quote when put in the right context
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Ture, I suppose. ;)

HemlockDalise Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
Yeah, Mr Felucca taches Maths, it's in Flirting with Disaster.
And AD actually stands for Allo Domini, and I've forgotten what it means.
Besides, in the UK we use CE, Common Era, to be politically correct and all that.
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
See? I learn new stuff all the time. ;) And me teacher says I be dumm. :glomp:


Kristanite Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
And I have a scar under my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. IT'S NAKED TIME! hahahahahaha

Blackmail is awessssoooooommmmeeeee........

Oh gawd, that is too creepy. Not only are you exactly the same as me, but your friend is exactly the same as mine! Krysti eats nothing but sugar and carbs and calories and all those things that are supposedly bad for you (not that I don't, but I'm not exactly underweight, either) and people always call her the gothic anorexic girl! She looks anorexic, too. This year, I was surprized when she told me the pants she wore to my birthday party were size two. I still managed to tug them off of her without unzipping them. (don't ask--there was excessive amounts of sugar, caffiene, and 36 hours of wakefulness to consider) Compared to her, I'm outrighty fat! (which, compared to the sane amount of americans, im not)

That was a rant.

YAY! My stupid computer rebooting didn't lose my comments!

GOODGLE"S AS OLD AS MY SISTER! Yay for not knowing where to go, who to see, for a heart for meeee~! (don't ask)

Everything's a word if you add enough hyphens to it. un-real-ness. unrealness. Pah.

The telemarketers always call here at 8:11-ish. And don't stop until ten. My mom, who goes to work at 3am and can't sleep through the ringing, gets driven crazy. No one else thinks we should leave the phone off the hook and be done with it.

ON a completely unrelated note, I'm writing this as I read the story. I do that for the good ones.

Yay for Vlad. Just because he'd there. And yay for fanfic. It's awesome, etc. See ya next time!
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
I have a bump on my leg that looks like a bump on a leg. ;) But cool about the London map thing.

Love the rant. :hug:

I suppose. We can word-is-ize anything by adding hyphens. :D

Hate telemarketers. Take the phone off the hook between eight and ten.

Thanks!!!! :glomp:

DarkDannyPhantom Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
Yeah, I really think the dog's name is Cujo. I watched Shades of Gray billions of times to figure that out...
cordria Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Cool. Thanks!!!

Obi-quiet Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2007
AD actually means something Latin that I can't remember. The current dating system is actually based around the birth of Christ, not his death (Making his death around 33 AD). I'm pretty sure, but not 100% positive, so you may want to look that up.

Weren't you going to send me something so I could help you decide where you wanted to go with this?
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