Little, And Broken, But Still Good. (A Danny Phantom Fanfiction)

Chapter two

Inexplicable wind rushed across Wulf's paw pads as he powered through the Ghost Zone. He looked back briefly to see a number of floating purple doors, green swirly skies, and Clockwork's looming tower getting farther and farther away as Wulf gathered speed. He was going to the house of Jack and Maddie Fenton, parents of Daniel and Jasmine Fenton. Due to this location inhabiting the human world, Wulf had to be going pretty fast in order for his powers to work.

His powers, of course, being that he could create portals that led to pretty much anywhere.

Wulf knew that, in time, he would be able to just swipe the air with his great claws and create a portal right there instead of having to gather so much speed like he was now. But for now, he settled on flying even faster (the Ghost Zone had very little ground) and preparing his claws for tearing a hole in reality.

Wulf kept going, idly wondering what Clockwork saw in this random child he had just happened to come across in his mirrors one day. Sure, the child was the offspring of ghost hunters, and Clockwork had always been liked irony, (It was one of the few things that amused him nowadays) but there had to be more to it.

Wulf shook his head. He had to concentrate. He waited until he could hear the impossible wind of the Ghost Zone start to whistle through his fur from the sheer speed he was traveling at. When he did hear it, his ears perked up under his hood, he raised his large, furry arm and

he slashed

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Danny sat on the carpeted floor of his room, playing with the few toys he owned. A toy rocketship was cradled in his hands, and an astronaut to go with it. A small moon buggy squatted at his side, a little dented, with the paint peeling from age.

He had spent his birthday alone again, but he didn't mind. At least, that was what he kept telling himself. He didn't want to cry again. He set his toys down, a little bored. He distractedly opened and closed the birthday card Jazz had sent him from her boarding school. It had a five dollar bill and a little apology note telling Danny she was sorry she couldn't be there today and wishing him a happy birthday.

He had been more excited about the card than the money. It had a big sparkly '7' on it, with the five dollar bill crumpled inside. Maybe he could walk to the candy shop and buy some sweets later. Amity Park wasn't that big. He wouldn't get lost.

Danny opened the card again, and the little music box inside jingled a song that sounded like the birthday song, but more catchy. He closed it, interrupting the song for the fortieth time that day, and sighed, leaning a tiny cheek on an undersized fist.

Danny had always been exceptionally small for his age.

He was also bored.

Danny then perked up, remembering that his parents were at some scientists' convention trying to convince everyone there that they weren't wackjobs, and that meant that the lab was empty.

The lab was empty.

Where had that thought come from? Why did he care? He was always to scared to go in the lab. He was terrified of the big metal door that led into it.

But I'm seven now, He thought stubbornly. I shouldn't be scared of things like that. Plus, I'm still super bored.

And with that, Danny decided to finally step foot in the mysterious ghost lab that had stolen his parents away from him. A bit of a spur-of-the-moment desicion, but Danny was getting restless from the loneliness, and didn't want to start being sad again. He needed this distraction.

Plus, he had literally never gone in there. He was beyond curious.

So, down to the kitchen he went. He trudged into the hall and descended the stairs that led to the lab, each step creaking eerily as he made his way down, grasping the rails for support. The creaking of the wooden steps had never seemed this scary to Danny before, but this time, he was alone in the house.