Danny, Skulker, and I shrink.
Dash's voice boomed out, "Awesome!"
We cover our ears and shut our eyes, but once we reopen them, we see Dash right next to us, shrunken in size, too. He looks at the big Cola can in front of him before looking over himself, soon screaming.
"I'm...I'm puny! NO! I DON'T DO PUNY!"
Skulker started to look over himself, Danny quickly himself before checking on me as I looked at myself, trying to reassure him I was fine.
"What is this? What did you do?!" Skulker asks as Danny points up, telling him, "We didn't! He did!"
We look up at the now-tall building when we hear a sound and turn around to see Skulker's blades, pointed at us.
"Big or small, I will still have your heads in my trophy room."
"Heh heh, uh...Nice image, here's a better one," Danny says, slightly looking at me.
I see through the corner of my eye, and once he finished talking, we both sent an ectoblast his way. He's sent flying into the Cola can when Dash finally notices us and starts to fangirl a bit as we fly over.
"We have to move."
"Danny Phantom AND (s/n)? If I weren't so terrified, this would be really cool!"
"Uh, thanks..." Danny trails off as I start tugging him as we start to fly to Fenton Works, having to lift Dash back up onto the curve.
The three of us approached the fence looking for a quick way in when Skulker flew up, sending a few more rockets our way. Quickly, we grab hold of Dash and fly up as a 'big' explosion erupted; any passerby would arch their eyebrow at the small explosion. To make the trip a bit easier, we fly through a hole in the fence, Skulker following by phasing through, and we hide in the grass, only for Skulker to find us.
"Aw man, we're dead! DEAD!" Dash started to freak out.
"No. No, we're not. All we have to do is get into Fenton Works and unshrink ourselves," I correct him.
At that point, a gust of leaves came to us, pushing us back when Danny started to glow light green, and he fell, hanging on to Dash as I tried to keep airborne. But after a few more seconds, I started to glow green too, and we fell to the ground with a thud.
"Okay, that's not normal, must've been the wind shear," Danny mutters as he gets up and helps me up.
Nevertheless, we started to run towards the house.
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"They seem to be losing their ghostly powers—" Skulker catches on quickly to what was happening when a claw snatched him, and he looked up to see that a bird had caught him.
He tried to phase out, only to fail.
"So am I...But my suit works fine! Advantage Skulker!"
Skulker aims his wrist at the bird's legs and ties them with a rope, forcing the bird to let him go, using his rocket blasters to stay airborne.
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Sam had the device Tucker wanted so badly tied to a fishing pole and kept raising it up anytime Tucker started to jump.
"You...Huff...Huff...Can't make me do this forever...Huff...Huff...You know..."
"I'm not making you do anything, you're making yourself. You want this, don't cha? Don't cha?!" Sam pointed out that before Tucker started jumping more shouting.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Then jump, geek boy, jump!"
The bird had broken the rope, holding its feet together, and grabbed the string holding the device, and Tucker chased after it, shouting, "Hey! Come back with that PDA!"
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"How much further?" We hear Dash ask, and Danny and I look down from the grass blade we were sitting on as Danny answers him.
"Ten feet or at this pace ten years."
Something didn't feel right, so I turned around to see Skulker flying towards us, sending more rockets as Dash made it to the top of the grass.
"Is it really that far?" He notices us staring back and starts to scream as I blast at the grass in front of us, sending up some grass blades that took the hit.
We still got hit with the aftershock and were sent flying as we tumbled up onto the porch with a groan.
Grabbing Dash's sleeve and my hand, Danny says, "Hang on, we'll use our powers to phase us through the door."
Instead of phasing through, though, all three of us slam into it.
"Okay, can't blame the wind this time...Something's wrong—" Danny was cut off when a Skulker-themed blade hit the door just an inch or two away from his nose.
"You mean besides the fact that we're small and that blade almost hit you?" I ask before more knives head our way.
Danny grabs Dash and moves him out of the way of some knives, stating, "He's closing in, we gotta find another entrance!"
"Over there! There's a mouse hole!" Dash soon shouts, and Danny turns to me.
"We have mice?"
I shrug as we start dashing for the hole.
"Fly!" Dash shouts, outstretched his arms, waiting to be picked up.
"We can't!"
"WHAT?!"
"Just run! It's good for your heart!" Danny retaliates, making me scoff.
"You're one to talk about physical fitness!"
Once inside, we charge up an ectoblast to look around when Dash asks, "What kinda mouse hole is this? Where's the matchbox sofa and the coffee table made from the spool of thread?" (Tom & Jerry anyone? No? Just me? Ok...)
"You watch way too many cartoons," I mumble, facepalming.
Don't get me wrong, I still love my cartoons, but when you actually believe that cartoon logic is reality, you need to stop watching for a while.
A low growl is admitted behind us; turning around, we see the rat staring down at us before we turn around to see Skulker as well.
"Get back!" Danny shouts when our ectoblasts started to die down.
"Oh man, that shrink ray must've shorted out our powers!"
I take this opportunity to mock Danny for what he said earlier. "So, still believe it's better to rely more on your powers than your natural abilities?"
Skulker then chimes in. "Yeah, maybe you need to rely on your natural abilities!"
"Will you just let it go?!" Danny shouts as the room is covered in darkness. (Let me think about that...No.)
Last Edit - September 22nd, 2020
Revised - August 25th, 2025

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The Other Halfa: Part II - Danny Phantom the Series
FanfictionButch Hartman is the creator of the show Danny Phantom, Nickelodeon owns the right to the show, and you on the right to you, I only own any parts of the story that aren't canon to the show. This is a book 2 to The Other Halfa Danny Phantom: The seri...