Accident: Month One (Danny Phantom)

Red Handed Training

Tuesday rolled around and Danny had the house to himself. His sister was obviously at school. Jack and Maddie on the other hand, were also there, giving a ghost related speech to the school. Danny realized that there was one upside from the accident, he was at home, away from his embarrassing parents' speech. Now he just had to hope that his parents didn't mention him or anything like that.

Danny pondered a bit, what could he do when he had the house to himself. He could play Doomed, but without Tucker, he couldn't pull off some of the more complicated moves and plans (such as the combos containing the L2 Throttle Maneuver) that they used when they went monster/newb grinding for the Seven Keys to the Apocalypse. And that made a huge hole in his arsenal. He would use a walk through for Doomed, but it was for full out gaming geeks who had no talent in creating their own move set and style. And he was positive Doomed had no cheat codes. If there were any, all the players would be using them.

Then there were the dusty comic books that he had stashed away in his closet, but he decided against reading them. He already read each of them over a hundred times and knew them so well, he could make a script for them.

Danny turned on his TV and flipped through channel guide. Nothing good was on, not even Mythhunters or the Dead Teacher Movies! All that was on was a crappy show that involved sentient sea creatures that had the IQ of toast ("How a show with that many close-up gross-ups even got good ratings in the past is beyond me..." Danny said as he tried to erase the insanely gross pictures of a splinter out of his mind), a terrible book-based movie saga that involved sparkly vampires ("Why do they even sparkle?" Danny asked), some series called Mystery Diagnosis that he briefly tuned into out of curiosity ("UGH! That's just so gross! Did they really need to show that?!" Danny shouted, wanting to barf after seeing a rather disgusting portion of the segment part called "Lemierre's Disease"), and several movies made by the king of horrible and senseless movies, Jonam Shynighter himself ("How the heck did he even get a green light on any of his movies with the way he writes and uses CGI?" Danny asked with a grimace).

With that, Danny shut off the TV and rolled over back on his back. He was bored out of his mind and he thought Mr. Lancer's lectures were boring. This was ten times worse. Danny had absolutely nothing to do.

Just when he was going to go back to sleep, an idea from yesterday reemerged. Practice his new powers. The set up for doing so was perfect, too perfect. And it also screamed "perfect enough for something to go wrong".

"Well Fenton, do you want to get caught or not?" Danny asked himself.

In the end, Danny settled on practicing his powers. He knew there was the risk he could get stuck in his ghost form or worse. He shook the negative thoughts out of his head, knowing they would get him nowhere fast.

"Okay, focus. Don't get scared. Just keep yourself together," Danny muttered to himself, "Just try to transform."

Danny went up to his mirror and scrunched up his face. Nothing happened. He then started straining himself as if he were on the toilet. Still nothing happened, but he did wind up panting. Thankfully nothing wound up in his pants. That would have been both embarrassing and disgusting.

"Okay, what does it take just to use these stupid powers?" Danny asked.

Danny buried his face in his hands with a groan. He leaned against the wall and slid down it all the way to the floor.

"The one time I willingly try to use my powers, they don't work," Danny said, highly annoyed, and looked up to the sky with a menacing glare, Kilroy style, "You just love torturing me, don't ya?"