Butch 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...
It was that time of the school year when the student council president election was taking place, and we were helping Tucker run. Currently, Tuck was standing on a podium giving a speech while Sam, Danny, and I handed out flyers and buttons to anyone passing by.
"If elected, I promise to- Can I scan your vote? Digitize your yes for Tucker," He tried getting people to listen, giving a passerby the digitized yes, only for the paper to be thrown away, and Tucker sighs. "How can I run a campaign for student council president when nobody's listening to me?!" Tucker asks only to have his point proven by Danny
"What was that? Did you say something?"
Tucker lets out a frustrated sigh as he hops down and starts to pace.
"You're just going about this the wrong way, Tucker," Sam started to say, and Danny chimed in.
"Yeah, your campaign is all about victory through technology and the triumph of machine over man, it's kinda creepy."
I nodded to that as Sam handed him one of the new flyers that explained what Tucker was hoping to accomplish if elected.
"So we changed your lame campaign platform."
"Graffiti art classes? Rage against the PTA meetings? Mini-skirt Fridays? Ok, that's good," Tucker started to read in disbelief until he read the last one.
"Yeah, that was mine," Danny says, and I roll my eyes.
He only wants to see me in a mini-skirt.
"But it's not what I told you to write! I want to have my voice heard, not yours!" Tucker shouts, shoving the paper back into Danny's hands.
"Ok! Ok! Your voice coming up," Danny and Sam walk off to re-write the platform as I pull out the original platform from my bag.
"I told them you weren't gonna agree to it, this is what you wanted, right?" I hand him the paper, and he reads over it with a smile as he nods. "Tucker, I know you want your voice heard, but you should probably hear out some of their ideas. I know a lot of people would enjoy graffiti art class and—"
"Thank you," Tucker says, cutting me off before turning his attention to a girl. "Hi, I'm Tucker...And what's it take to get listened to around here?!"
"Hey, everybody! Gather around, or the football team will pound ya! The theme of my campaign is, 'Who cares what Foley has to say!'" Dash shouted, and everyone stayed quiet waiting to hear the rest of the speech or even what his platform was, only to be met with a pounding notion scaring everyone into cheering.
We stare in disgust at Dash when I hear Tucker gasp and turn around to see a giant lizard licking him.
"Tucker, go get Danny!" I shout and he nods, racing off to find them as I go ghost behind a tree.
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"Danny?! Listen—" Tucker yelled as he ran up to Danny.
"Not now, Tucker! I'm busy writing in your voice! Would Tucker say it like that?" Danny cuts him off, handing a page to Sam as Tucker turns his head to see (s/n) and the lizard turning the corner.
"But—"
"A little more nerd and a little less suave," Sam cuts him off, handing the page back just as Danny's ghost sense goes off and he sees (s/n) pick up a kid and fly him out of the way of the lizard's tail crashing down.
"I'm going gho-AHHH!" Danny shouts as he goes behind a tree to go ghost, only to be knocked away by the lizard's tail.
"DANNY!"(s/n) shouts before glaring at the lizard.
He just made a big mistake.
The lizard starts to close in on Sam and Tucker until (s/n) lands right in front of them and starts to shoot ectoblasts at it, shouting "Run!"
The two run and hop behind the tree where Danny was as they watch the lizard chase after (s/n).
"Wow, I never saw that coming..." Sam trailed off, and Tucker shouted.
"I did!"
"Well, jeez, Tuck, why didn't you say something?" Danny asks, going ghost as Tucker rolls his eyes.
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Danny, Sam, Tucker, and I walked around the museum with the rest of our class when we approached the Egyptian exhibit, and we were told about the treasures of King Duul Aman.
"The treasures of the Pharaoh Duul Aman, which you see before you, date back over four thousand years," Lancer explained as we walked through the exhibit.
"Duul Aman? As in man is this dull?" Tucker jokes, looking around, expecting everyone to laugh.
I raised an eyebrow at the joke while the rest of the class stayed silent until Dash stole the joke and threatened the students to laugh.
Meanwhile, Danny and Sam had started campaign planning again.
"The way I see it, Tucker has to take the jock vote away from Dash," Danny explained as Sam and I nodded our heads in agreement.
"Right, while not alienating his social misfit/ geek base."
"Here's an idea, how about you let me make my own decisions and listen to me while I'm talking to you like (y/n)!" Tucker told them exasperatedly when Danny and Sam gasp as they walk over to a part of the exhibit. "Oh, come on, at least look at me!"
"They...Are. Tucker look...It's you!" I point out, after seeing what they were staring at.
We come up to a tapestry of King Duul Aman, which looks exactly like Tucker as Lancer gestures to it.
"Behold King Duul Aman!"
"Now that is one snapping-looking dude," Tucker said, jabbing his thumb at the portrait.
"Wow, Tucker...You look like a king!" Danny commented as we continued to look from Tucker to the portrait.
"The king's Sacrib Septer, the secrets of its dark magic are lost to the ages. The mummified remains of the Pharaoh's minion Hotep Rah; ancient legends hold that he will return when the king's image reflects anew in his sacred mirror," Lancer explains as he and the class continued through the exhibit.
"Hey, why don't you look in the mirror, Foley? Either you'll get a minion or another zit on your forehead," Kwan teased Tucker, tapping his forehead before slapping him behind the head.
I huff out of anger and slap Kwan upside the head, and he turns to me with a frown.
"What goes around, comes around. Next time, think about that before you touch my friend."
Kwan walks off with a scowl as Tucker approaches the mirror.
"What zit? I don't see a—"
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Author: More great fanart by JannetChan2 this is future Midnight a.k.a. future (s/n)
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