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This was probably the stupidest thing Danny had ever done. Why had he let his friends talk him into trying his parents’ portal? Half the things they made didn’t work, and the other half were extremely dangerous when they did work. He wasn’t sure if they were more effective on ghosts or for creating ghosts (you know—by unaliving people).
So when Danny did enter the portal that day, things did not go well. To say nothing for the excruciating pain that ripped through his body when he tripped and turned on the portal from the inside—gee, thanks Dad.
No, setting that aside for a moment, things only continued to get weird when Danny stepped outside the portal.
“See, I told you it wouldn’t work.” Danny heard Tucker say. He was still disoriented from the portal, so he couldn’t really see either of his friends very well.
“You don’t know that for certain. Magical effects aren’t always immediately apparent.” Danny heard Sam say. He gripped his head as he tried to right himself, but apparently finding your balance was harder when you were floating.
Wait.
Floating?!
Danny looked down at himself and saw that his feet were in fact not touching the ground. He was a foot or so off the ground. And not even all of himself was there, since he could easily see through himself.
Danny frantically looked around the lab for a mirror, which was not where he remembered it. And when he found the mirror, he was still floating, but also he had snow white hair and glowing green eyes. Oh, and pointed ears and fangs. Fantastic. He walked in the portal, and came out a floating, see-through monster.
“Uh…guys? Something happened to me in the portal.” Danny said nervously. Tucker laughed.
“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the coffin this morning, bud?” Tucker asked, before emitting an “ow!” when Sam punched his arm (as Danny roughly saw through himself in the mirror).
“What do you mean? I’m floating and translucent and my hair is white!” Danny said, trying to suppress the anxiety that came out anyway.
“Okay, Tucker’s an asshole but you have been a ghost for a while.” Sam said matter of factly. Danny stopped looking at himself in the mirror and turned around to face his friends.
They were changed too. Ancients.
Tucker didn’t look as drastically different as Danny, but Tucker had pointed ears and fangs, and he had even larger bottom fangs that stuck out from his bottom lip. His eyes were a bright blood red, and he was dressed in all black, with a bit of a grunge look.
And Sam had even longer pointed ears, tipped green on the end. Her clothes were made of a mixture of plants and fabrics, and where one began and the other ended was hard to tell. . Her look wasn’t quite not goth or fashionable, but there was more color—especially green—than he was used to seeing on her. And her hair was brown of all colors, and wavy, green at the tips and—was it moving? There seemed to be bits of plants moving all around her.
“Guys…what happened when I went in the portal?” Danny asked cautiously. His two friends looked at each other in confusion and back to Danny.
“Well, a light went off and you came back out.” Sam explained.
“Nothing as special as we were hoping.” Tucker said with a disappointed shrug.
“Okay…what was supposed to happen?” Danny asked.
“It was supposed to open a portal to another world.” Tucker said. Right. That explains alot.
“And I’ve…always been a ghost?” Danny asked.
“No, that’s more recent.” Sam said with a shake of the head.
“Not to be rude, but, what about you guys?” Danny asked. Tucker snickered and Sam sighed.
“I’m a dryad, remember?” Sam said dryly.
“And I’m Tucker the Too Fine Blood Sucker, at your service.” Tucker said with a flourish and a bow, not without showing off his fangs.
Danny nodded. “Right, and my parents?”
“Necromancers, duh. That’s how you’re here.” Sam answered. Danny swallowed imaginary saliva, out of habit.
“Right, of course. Jazz?” Trying to pretend like he knew anything, but still needed some information.
“Danny, the Fentons are a family of Necromancers and sorcerers. You are too you’re just…kinda a—“ Sam started to say.
“Lich. Danny’s a badass lich.” Tucker finished, with a proud smile.
“Right.” Danny said, with a weak smile as if he knew what that was. It was going to be a long day. Hopefully he could find a way to get back to the real Amity, and away from wherever this was.
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Danny tried to get on with his day as best as he could and pretend that he wasn’t sucked into some alternate fantasy version of Amity Park. His family were necromancers, his best friends a vampire and a dryad, his longtime crush a siren (that tracks), his bully a werewolf, and his English teacher an elf.
Magic and monsters were now a part of everything in his life, as if everything had always been magic and monsters. They took magic classes at all levels of schools and you could buy magical supplies at every corner stone. Children had magic fights in the streets, and teenage cliques were formed based magic type.
And the cherry on the pie was that Danny was dead. Or undead? Apparently his family was still weird, but not because they hunted ghosts, but because they were entirely in the business of the undead. They made and studied ghosts, and they raised and commanded the dead and undead for the family business. They were masters of undead rituals and collectors of undead magic. Danny had died in a spell gone wrong, and they brought him back as a ghost. Not that he remembered any of this. Of course.
Maybe he should just immerse himself in magical study and figure out how to get home. Either way, this was going to take a while.