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

Chapter nine

I. Am so. Sorry. I haven't updated in so long...I won't bore you with my (valid) excuses, but please forgive me... ;^;

On with the story!

It had been a few weeks since that glorious night full of Uno, fun and new friends. And true to Sam's words, her, Danny, and Tucker had become great friends in that span of time.

"C'mon guys, this way to Youngblood's lair!" Danny yelled over his shoulders at the two first-graders behind him. Tucker was gasping, his pleads to go slower wasted on deaf ears; Sam and Danny were having too much fun. Especially Sam, who just so happened to love the Ghost Zone in its entirety (dark and creepy stuff was her forte, after all).

"Ughh, Tucker, you're so sloww," She groaned playfully, successfully making Tucker run a little faster, sweat dripping down his nose. "Dang it, dang it," he gasped in between breaths.

The Zone rushed past as did time, and the trio eventually made it to Youngblood's lair. Not before a terrifying slip-up by Tucker (he almost fell off the glowing path and into the swirling abyss down below) and one run in with Johnny 13 on his flying motorcycle ("Hey lil' cuz and lil' cuz's friends. Where's Kitty? Ah, she's getting her hair done, I'm on my way now to pick her up now.") But yeah, after saying their goodbyes to Johnny, whom had also unsurprisingly taken a liking to Danny about a week ago, they had been on their way again.

"Wow, we made it," Sam gasped, bending down and resting her hands on her knees for support. "I don't know how you find your way around this place, Danny. The paths always change...I can't ever tell where anything is, no matter how many times we go there." She looked at him oddly. Danny shrugged, not sure how he was always capable of finding their destination either. "I dunno. But we're here! Let's see if Youngblood's home." Tucker and Sam nodded and Danny proceeded to stroll up the steps (which was a hard and slightly scary task, as the steps were floating above the abyss and were few and far between) and knock on the floating wooden door.

...no response. The three friends looked at each other in disappointment. "...But he said he'd be here today," Tucker whined. Sam stared at the door for a moment in slight anger. "He's a liar," she huffed, crossing her arms. Danny suddenly remembered that Sam had been especially excited to go to Youngblood's today because he had said that she could have one of his vampire figurines.

As Sam's expression became more and more cross, Danny decided to intervene. "Hey guys, its okay...there's always next time. Its not a big deal; maybe he had somewhere else he had to go. Let's just go home, okay?" Tucker nodded sullenly and started to turn around, but Sam wasn't convinced. "No," She muttered, uncrossing her arms. "We came all this way. What if he's just taking a nap or something, and he can't hear the door? I'm going inside." And before Danny or Tucker could stop her, she had already opened the door and barged right in.

Danny and Tucker looked at each other in slight worry before realizing that they had no choice but to follow her. "Sam," Danny said as he and Tucker walked through the doorway in slight trepidation. "It's a little rude to just walk in someone's house..." Danny didn't really feel right about this. Youngblood was his friend, but Danny always waited to be invited in when entering someone else's house, friend or not. Danny was polite that way, after all, he had been raised by his sister for most of his life; manners had been drilled into him quite a bit. "Yeah," Tucker mumbled, agreeing with Danny. "We especially shouldn't be rude to ghosts. No telling what they'll do to us if they get mad," He said, his voice trembling.

"Oh please," Sam replied, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. "Youngblood is our friend. He won't...suck out our souls, or you know, whatever ghosts do when you get 'em ma -- Agh!" She yelped as she promptly tripped over something on the floor. Tucker did not look reassured by her response at all. In fact, he looked even more terrified than before, his face ashen. "Can ghosts really do that?...hey, what the heck did you just trip over...?"