Overexposure

Chapter 1 : Prologue

Disclaimer : Butch Hartman is the man. I do not own his stuffs. Danny Phantom belongs to Nickelodeon and company.

It had been two weeks since the Earth was almost mauled by an asteroid the media had nicknamed "the Disasteroid". Almost everyone in the North Pole had come back to their respective countries, with the exception of some technicians and scientists staying to oversee the dismantling of various projects which had been implemented, whether successfully or unsuccessfully, to stop the space rock. Of course, at the center of it all was Danny, his friends, and family, who was deeply involved in the only successful effort to stop the asteroid – by getting the ghosts of the Ghost Zone to turn the earth intangible. But you are all too familiar with the story anyway. So the question everyone asked was "What happened next?"

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"FOR THE LAST TIME, WE ARE NOT RECEIVING VISITORS!" Jack Fenton's booming voice could be heard throughout the house, accompanied by the slamming of a door.

The orange-jumpsuited figure's exasperation was evident as he went to the fridge and began searching for one of his emergency hams – perfectly suitable for stressful situations such as this.

Maddie Fenton's head popped out from behind the kitchen door.

"Jack honey, perhaps you could tone down a little bit? We don't want to be perceived as impolite by those folks," Maddie was still insisting that their family be...polite...to the visitors slash newshounds slash paparazzi added with a sprinkle of obsessed fangirls AND the occasional fanboys – who were not at all reluctant to camp for days in front of the house.

Jack, who was in the process of devouring his self-made ham sandwich, deflated. "Well, Mads. Sooner or later these people will wear down the Fenton Family House Anti-Creep Mode. Our expertise is ghost! Now I'm thinking we should design a new anti-creep gadget for Danny's stalkers...."

"....no, Dad," Jazz exclaimed, shaking her head as she walked down the stairs. "You guys can't go around shooting people like you shoot ghosts. Don't you think that you would get arrested for that!? Jeez...by the way, I'm going to the library since school starts on Monday."

She suddenly stopped and slapped her forehead. "Damn it! I suppose I'll have to go pass through them," she murmured in realization. "How am I supposed to get things done now?"

"Well....you can always use the computer in the lab, honey," Maddie suggested, walking to the Fentons' living room.

"I'll just go get Danny," Jazz announced as she started to walk to the stairs for the second time that morning. "Oh," she exclaimed brightly to her parents, "and I can't tell you how unbelievable it's still for me to say that! I know you guys would accept Danny. It's done wonders to his psyche," as she proceeded to her brother's room in order to wake the boy up from his slumber.

"Go get Danny?" Maddie mouthed in confusion to her husband. Jack shrugged. Then both of their eyes widened comically in realization.

Oh

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It was apparent that two weeks had not been enough for the two poor parents to reconcile immediately the image of their sweet, harmless son, into Danny Phantom, the infamous ghost who they had hunted rather unsuccessfully in their careers as ghost hunters. Jack and Maddie had their shares of shock followed by guilt after the revelation. One, for not being a good enough parent to notice what their son was going through. Two, for being two of the most prominent Phantom-haters in the town.