Danny Phantom stuff

Danny does in fact have a meta gene

I figured it out the hard way I had a meta gene. I mean, you would have thought it'd show up after or during my death, but no. It showed up after my parents found out I was Phantom, they nearly dissected me and when I got away they chased me and I got so scared that I kind of just, blanked out and then regained thought and memory in a dumpster.

As a teenaged vigilante I was no stranger to the dumpster sleep, step one, be severely sleep deprived, blood loss, or loopy for what ever other reason, see a dumpster (or get thrown into one) and think it's a good place to rest, step two, wake up in a dumpster and rush to get where you need to be and make sure no one realises you were gone, step three, make sure no one realised, get out of punishments and use excuses and/or calm down enough to realise taking a nap in a dumpster was a horrible idea, your wounds are probably infected, your clothes will never smell or feel clean again, you stink and are super messy, and everything aches becasue you slept on it worng and you got new bruises and sore spots from sharp or lumpy trash poking you. All and all a horrible experience.

This was different because 1. I did not remember deciding to sleep in a dumpster, in fact i did not remember anything since I escaped my hou- my paren- the Fentons house, and even that was more of a blurry mess than a memory 2. I woke in a different city with ALL my stuff stolen 3. I have no place to rush back too and 4. While my memory of the last day isn't great and I probably have at least some brain damage, I am fairly certian I did not used to have cat ears and a tail. Not to mention my claws and eyes worked differently now, I mean they had always been non-human given the ghost traits, I could always see in the dark and see colours humans couldn't (everything was way to bright for the first day and nobody was good fashion sense anymore).

But, before I had claws only in ghost form, they were basic, my gloves were practically my hands at that point, so they were almost like sharp nails that came out of the gloves and they were white too. But now even in human form the skin on my figer tips is stronger and slightly black tinted (it's pink in Phantom form and yes, it does blend in with my gloves) and my nails are normal but always painted black which is okay because that's the colour I usually have them, but now they extend into claws.

Now like with my claws, the vision was mostly in ghost form, I still saw the ghost colours in human form, they were just duller and stood out less, same with the night vision, instead of shadows and darkness being gone entirely it was just, gone enough that you could see and no more. Darkness meant nothing to me now, the shadows only looked different if I was paying attention. A bonus was I could practically dissapear into the darkness even without using ghost powers so that was good conisdering the -frankly concerning- amount of muggers here.

But anyways, right now I'd been here for about two weeks now? I figured I wasn't going home anytime soon
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my core cried and screamed and so did I as it cracked ever so slightly, the knowlegde that I was leaving Amity Park unprotected, it hurt me, I was having a panic attack, and I'd never be able to go back, not until my used-be parents were dead or gave up ghost hunting. A whole generation of being away. I wailed as my core and my human voice joined together, destorying an already condemed building.
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so I may as well get a life here, I'd figured out the here was Gotham. I didn't know much about places out of amity becasue of the constant blackout Amity had been in, first unintentionally due to the portal shocking all the systems connected to electricity and also some of Technuss attacks, and then later on we realised the world would probably hate us like the giw did and Tucker and Technus worked together to keep the black out up, firewalls put in place, security increased, living code made to guard us. But my point is that, while we didn't know much about other places, even Amity knew about Gothams reputation as the most crime riddled city. So the moment I heard that name I knew I was screwed.

Well. I would've been screwed if I was mortal. So far no mugger had been able to touch me due to my experience with ghosts and my powers, I'd simply stopped breathing during the three different gas attacks, had to run from a gang of children looking for money (I would've given them it but I didn't have any), had to puke for thirty minutes because I went to buy some food because I figured I should at least try to keep up with my human needs, I'd watched as people stole a chair bolted to the ground (and realised why they were bolted to the ground) then had to dodge as I got chairs swung at me, and I'd been kidnapped three times and intangibled my way out of every one of them. Seriously, I've been in this city for two weeks.

I still feel like we should go back to the fact I had cat ears and a tail, I was a cat boy. Oh and my sense of smell- UGH. I'd decided to keep balls of paper up my nose simply because this city is horrible and I'm pretty sure the natives must be used to it or have no sense of smell due to the constant gas attacks because the better half of this city was rancid. On another note, I walked past some event and Bruce Wayne set off my weird rich guy sensers in minutes, I hoped this wouldn't be another Vlad situation.