Danny Phantom One Shots

Stab Me Once? Shame on Me. But Stab Me Twice..?

Danny has an unexpected encounter before a work party.
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Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm homebound, a piano riff sounded in the headphones of Danny Fenton as he lugged several hefty bags of groceries home. City living was nice: everything he could ever ask for was within walking distance. Granted, rent costed a little too much, the air quality was unfit for human consumption, and this particular city had one of the higher rates of crime in the States, but that didn't deter Danny from enjoying the walk to his and Sam's place. Chicago wasn't as bad as everyone said it would be.

With his favorite playlist blaring through his earphones and his dinner ingredients in hand, Danny walked with a little extra pep in his step. He was excited for this evening because he was hosting a work party at the apartment. Sam offered to clean the place if it meant he did all the snack shopping—there was no way Danny would argue with not having to vacuum.

You know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you, tonight, the music continued, adding more flare to Danny's afternoon. A little farther in the distance, maybe two blocks down, Danny could see his and Sam's apartment. They were proud of where they were now. Though they, and a few others, had helped save the world a few times, the hero business died off as the ghostly visits became infrequent, which meant they all had to get real jobs. Danny and Sam decided to go off to college and get married after graduation.

Rapidly pulled from his thoughts, Danny was grabbed and shoved into an alleyway behind a smelly dumpster. His music cut out as his earbuds were ripped from his ears. "Hey, man, what gives?!" Danny shouted while on the ground. His many bags of groceries, luckily, stayed intact without a single piece of food falling out.

"I seen you walking 'round all fancy-like," said the large tall man, gruffly. "An' now I seen you here with all this food—I know you got money."

"Dude, I'm heavily in debt. You honestly think I have money just sitting around?" Danny asked rhetorically as he stood up and began to gather his grocery bags, muttering to himself about how stupid people were, namely the guy who grabbed him. But soon, Danny was pinned up against the brick wall beside the dumpster.

The mugger positioned his arm across Danny's neck, trying to impair his ability to move. Sure, Danny could have easily avoided the situation and taught the man a serious lesson, but he hadn't had any action for a while, so why not have some fun, he thought.

"You gonna give me ya money, rich boy," the mugger spat in Danny's face; his breath smelled strongly of onions.

Feigning fear, Danny dramatically shook in his boots and tried his best to shed a tear. "Oh, oh my, mister mugger-man." He then dropped the act, and retorted, "make me."

Suddenly, the mugger whipped out a knife and jabbed it deep into the stomach of the ex-hero. The man's face broke out into a smile as Danny grimaced in pain. "That'll teach ya," he laughed.

"Oh, shut it, will you?" Danny replied as he brushed off the feeling and punched the mugger in the face, hearing a loud crack that could only have been the man's nose. As the mugger doubled over in pain, Danny grabbed his bags and continued his way home. He knew the man wouldn't try him again, but it wasn't like Danny couldn't hold his own.

Checking his watch, Danny cursed to himself: people would be arriving soon, and he had yet to get home with any of the food. Picking up his pace, he jogged awkwardly with several bags of groceries in hand and a stab wound in the stomach. Bursting through the door a few movies later, he let out a sigh, glad to have made it before anyone else.