"Danny?! Danny!" Sam called. Tucker checked his PDA for any traces of Danny's phone. The speeding crowd of teenagers finally dispersed, not even seconds after the bell rang.

"Where is he?" Tucker muttered. "I can't believe he ditched us as soon as school was out!" Sam huffed.

"Do you think he's okay?" Sam asked mellowly. Tucker nodded and pushed up his glasses. "He's totally fine. He's Danny Fenton."

Sam sighed and stopped at the bottom of the school stairs. "I guess I'll see you later then Tuck." she sighed, then took off in the direction of her house.

Tucker sighed. His friends were so complicated. He put his PDA safely into his pocket and started his walk to Fentonworks.

He was used to the random things friends got themselves into.

He rounded the corner, the giant "FentonWorks" sign illuminated the end of the block.

_______DP________

Tucker opened the door to Danny's room.

Danny dropped a few feet from his floating position. Many objects which had been levitating also clattered to the floor.

Danny sighed. "I thought you were my mom."

He continued to float, levitating many objects around the room.

Tucker whistled. "When you said studying, I didn't think you meant while training."

Danny held a textbook in his lap as his stuff flied all around him. Tucker went to throw down his backpack, but it floated up to join the rest of Danny's room.

"What happened earlier?" Tucker asked him. What they had watched, it was terrible. Danny sighed and put everything down, dropping unceremoniously onto his bed.

"I feel....like I just snapped... And I realized that..."he trailed off.

"Like no matter what, He's still there..." Tucker finished. Danny nodded.

"And the worst part... She's dead, and I can't even cry... All I feel is anger... and I'm so frustrated...."

"You sound like Captain America...." Tucker commented.

Danny shot him a withering look.

"Hey, I can't kill the mood if it's already dead!" Tucker chuckled nervously.

Danny cracked a smile and shook his head.

"You know what. Tuck, let's go to your house and play video games. Maybe I'll even feel better by next week. You're right, it's over, and that's it."

Tucker beamed and stood up. "I'm all for it!"

Danny smirked. "We're flying." Tucker sat down.

"I'm good, nevermind..."

Danny grabbed his arm and floated him through the ceiling.

______DP______

Danny was back at the park.

As he floated above the trees with his arms resting behind his head, he noticed how someone had cleaned up all the wreckage from earlier.

He felt really guilty for always destroying things, and this morning he literally went insane for a total of 6 minutes.

Why do I have to make everything go wrong, Danny grimaced as he went and sat next to the newly obliterated tree stump.

Why does everything always get worse?

I've finally shattered.... The creepy laugh bounced around his skull.

And I really want to kill you...

"Hey, Kid! You can't be out here; area's closed off, we're waiting for...."

Danny looked up.

"Phantom." Lance Thunder breathed.

Danny backed up, but his back met the remains of the splintered tree. Danny considered flying away. He could see the camera crew already in front of him, and they all had uncertain looks on their faces.

There's a new Dan Phantom. And he's come to play...

That is what made up his mind.

"Uh...um... Hi, Mr. Thunder." Lance looked taken aback.

"You know me?"

Danny's initial surprise wore off as he smirked. "Well, yeah. You are the best reporter in Amity."

Lance blushed, but composed himself. "Are you okay, Phantom?" he asked sincerely.

Danny's smile melted off his face. "Yeah, Lance. I'm fine, thanks."

And he's come to play...

Lance glanced back to his crew, who urged him to continue.

"W-Well, Mr. Phantom-"

"You can call me Danny."

"Um, Danny, since what happened earlier, everyone really wants to know if your ok...." Lance cleared his throat nervously.

Danny tilted his head to the side, intrigued. Lance couldn't help but notice how childish and kid-like he was.

"H-How about an interview?"

Danny's eyebrows rose. Then he got an idea.

Danny smiled innocently. "No, Lance. How about a game?"

______DP______

"Hi, I'm Danny Phantom. I'm here to share a few secrets."

"But Danny, I though you said this was a game?" Lance asked.

Danny shrugged. "Hold your lightning there, Thunder! I'm getting there, I'm getting there." Danny snickered.

The camera filmed Lance smirk and shake his head at the laughing, glowing, floating teenager.

"You seem to act so normal for a teenage ghost, almost as if you're alive!" Lance commented.

Danny froze in his current floating position, which happened to be three inches above Lance's head, upside down.

Danny smirked. "Looks like were starting with the big secrets first then!" he cackled and floated himself upright.

Lance frowned as Danny did a loop over his head. "Danny!" he scolded.

Danny froze once more, pouting. "Ah, fine. Jeez...." he grumbled, and flew to his seat and sat down, tipping it backwards, grinning.

"Sorry, I'm not really sorry, Oh man, Lance! I should have told you how sugar and caffeine affect me, but you should know not to give a teen two coffees! What was that, cappuccino? Machiato? Or was it just straight up old people coffee, because if it is I'm seriously gonna throw up right now! Hey, does anyone have any Skittles for meeeeee?!"

"Danny? Danny!"

Danny sat back down his seat with a crash, which he had started levitating.

"Oh. Sorry, Lance." he smiled sheepishly.

"What did you mean by biggest secrets?"

Danny grinned. "Okay, I'll start with the first one. You know how I act like a real teen instead of all like, emotionless and hateful like other ghosts?"
Lance nodded.

Danny shot up and slapped lance upside the head. "Well, ghosts are not emotionless and hateful! We have feelings too ya know, or should I say DONT KNOW!" Danny sneered, his eyes glowing a luminescent green.

But then he leaned back and said, "I mean, wouldn't it hurt you if everyone who sees you is telling you your a monster who has no feelings and doesn't deserve to live..." he grumbled.

Lance winced. "So ghosts have feelings? Like all emotions-"

"Well, YEAH! We can feel pain, joy, love, hate, lust,-" the ghost child stopped as he blushed a bright green.

"So...yeah," he coughed. Lance smirked.

"Okay then...and about the other ghosts?"

Danny caught a stray firefly and smiled lazily at the camera. "Aw, well those are special cases."

Danny sat up as blue mist poured from his mouth.

He grinned and looked around. "Just in time."

"What was that?" Lance asked confused.

"BEWARE!"

Lances camera crew gave shouts of surprise, even Lance jumped a bit.

"BOXY!" Danny laughed so hard he collapsed in his seat.

"I AM THE BOX GHOST, YOU WILL FEAR ME AND MY CORRUGATED BOXES OF- hey, what's wrong with him?" Boxy lowered his arms.

Danny was hanging on to the arm of one of Lance's crew members, laughing hysterically. The crew member snickered also.

"Seeeeeeee, I told you he would come!" Danny teased. The man shook his head. "You were right, he is very predictable." he laughed.

"Hey!" Boxy said, offended.

Danny floated up to join him. "Hello Boxy!~You're my favourite!~" Danny snickered.

Box Ghost sighed and swatted Danny, who was trying to snatch his hat.

"Alright, who gave him coffee?"

Everyone pointed to Lance, who slapped his hand to his face.

"I didn't know!"

Boxy shook his head. "Well then it's a good thing you're getting this on camera. He does some pretty crazy stuff when he's....like this."

Danny cackled and merged his legs together, forming his spectral tail, then doing several loops around Boxy, nearly making a twister.

"Jeez... I'll come to kill you later, ok?" Boxy grumbled.

Danny skid to a stop, "Like you can!", then continued to speed in circles.

Boxy rolled his eyes. "Whatever. BEWARE!"

He then promptly disappeared.

Danny sped quickly back into his seat.

"O-ho-hoookaaaaay! What's next Thor?"

Lance snapped from his thoughts.

"Why do you seem so lively compared to the rest?"

Danny immediately seemed to sober up.

"Well, that's just the problem. I'm more alive than the rest of them..."

"You have stronger emotions than the rest, more self-control....Can You tell us why? Do you even know yourself?" Lance asked quietly.

"I'm more alive than the rest of them." Danny repeated solemnly.

"What? What does that-...."

Lance's expression darkened.

"Wait...are you saying you're...."

Danny sighed and nodded. "No, Lance. I'm not dead."