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...
"Locust, now that's old school; you're pretty mean with a plague," Tucker compliments, tapping Rah's back before wiping his hand on his shirt and heading inside, muttering. "You know, a guy could get used to having a minion."
"Don't get too used to it, my king, for very soon you and everyone else will be my minions," Hotep Rah mumbled to himself, pulling out the scepter from the museum.
Tucker made a quick stop at his locker before the debate started, and Rah handed him the scepter, claiming it was a gift.
"What up, Rah?"
"Your rise to sovereignty, I bear you a gift to help you achieve it."
"The Scarab Scepter? But that belongs to King Duul Aman!"
"To whom I humbly present it!" He shoved the scepter into Tucker's hands as his eyes began to glow red, hearing Rah's last words before Sam's voice brought him out of his trance. "Use it in good health, my Pharaoh."
"Tucker, there you are!"
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Danny, Sam, and I walk up as Danny hands Tucker his notes, exclaiming, "We've got your talking points for the debate."
"Keep them! I no longer require your meddling advice!" Tucker shouts, throwing the cards onto the ground, and I lean down to start picking them up.
"Tucker! These were the points you wanted, you asked us to make these for you!" I tell him in annoyance, looking up when I take notice of the scepter, "Hey...Isn't that the scepter from the museum?" I ask, and all eyes except Tucker's went to it.
"Yeah, it is! How'd you get it?" Sam asked.
"Why should I explain to you how I acquired what is rightfully mine?" Tucker asked back, and all three of us raised an eyebrow.
"'Yours?' Tucker, I don't like this, you have to listen to me—"
"As you listened to me?! Or you?!" Tucker interrupts, pointing from Danny to Sam.
"Tucker!" I warn, and he gets in my face.
"Did you not hear me?! The scepter is mine! Now stand aside or face my wrath!" He then pushed me aside, and I fell into Danny's arms as we watched in disbelief as he walked away.
"(y/n), are you ok?" Danny asks for help to help me to my feet.
"Yeah, but I'm more worried about Tucker. What was all that about?"
The two shrugged; there was nothing we could do about it right now, so we headed into the auditorium and sat down.
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"First up with opening statements is Tucker Foley," Lancer's voice rang out, and Tucker stepped up to the podium.
"Thank you, mortal fool."
This earned him a glare as he started to speak.
"At the museum the other day, we saw a glimpse of the past, but now I wish to talk about the future-" He cut himself off when he noticed nobody was listening; they were either reading, talking to other people, or playing on their phones. "Hey, I'm talking here! Listen!"
The scepter started to glow, causing Tucker's eyes to glow red again as he smashed the podium to bits, earning everyone's attention.
"I said...SILENCE!"
Everyone gasped as Hotep Rah made himself known to the eye.
"Antony and Cleopatra!" Lancer shouted as Tuck's voice echoed out through the room.
"I am tired of not being listened to! Of not being respected!"
I grab ahold of Danny's hand and squeeze, earning his attention as I whisper, "I think that's our cue."
Danny nods as he goes under the seat and goes ghost, flew up to the stage and grabbed the scepter, starting a tug of war.
"Give me that scepter! Now!"
"No! It's mine! Let go!"
"Tucker!"
"You're still not LISTENING TO ME!"
His eyes started to glow red again, and a bright blue hue surrounded the room as an explosion went off.
We opened our eyes to see that Danny had disappeared.
"Where'd he go?! TUCKER, WHAT DID YOU DO?!" I shouted, looking at the pile of dust where Danny had been.
"Let that serve as a warning to all of you!" Tucker bellowed as he slammed the scepter to the ground.
The same bright blue hue surrounded him as another explosion erupted. This time when we opened our eyes, we were in an Egyptian city wearing Egyptian clothing from the men wearing shendyts to the women wearing sseruals, including Sam and me. Though she and I were wearing pschents. Hers wrapped around her head with an emerald in the front and above it a snake. I looked down at what I was wearing and what others were wearing.
Why does mine seem more like royal attire?
Your dress and crown:
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"All hail Pharaoh!" We heard the ghosts shout as they began to bow, and we turned to see Tucker in the same getup but with a neme, a cape, and a postiche.
"From now on, this is my world and my word is law!" He shouted before using the scepter to create storm clouds that shot lightning, scaring everyone. "Guess you'll listen to me now."
"Tucker, please, this is wrong! But the clothes are pretty rad," Sam tried to reason with Tucker as we walked up the steps before admiring the clothes.
"Stand down, Samantha!" He ordered, and Sam's voice got louder.
"SAMANTHA?! NOBODY CALL ME THAT!"
Before she could give Tuck an earful, two guards appeared, blocking her path.
"Except you..."
"Guards! Put these drones to work on the Sphinx!" Hotep Rah called out, and everyone except for me was put to work.
