I've decided that since my sanity is slipping from not being around my friends that I would write a one-shot/drabble

I don't own Danny Phantom; if I did it wouldn't be Danny Phantom with my insanity coming into play.

Don't know if this will be an actual story

So here is another insane drabble that doesn't really make sense!

Yay woo-hoo!

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The pain came first.

He woke up and tried to sit up only to bite down on his lip to hold back a scream. Dark spots appeared in his vision when he lay back down in bed. His back arched up as his lip started bleeding, his eyes screwed shut as he attempted to push the pain away.

But as he did that, the pain only came back more.

A whimper escaped his lips and he did the one thing he could do at the moment.

He phased into the panic room.

It was indestructible; he knew because he tried out his ghostly wail in there, and sound proof, nobody would be able to hear him let loose his Ghostly Wail.

And boy, did he have to let it loose.

Once he was safe within the metal walls he opened his mouth and screamed, the screams eventually turning into green pulses.

As he did scream, white streaks formed in his hair, black gloves appeared on his hands and black boots on his feet.

The pain intensified until he couldn't take it anymore.

Danny welcomed the darkness.

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That made no sense huh?

Just, had a bit of a writers block and this plot thingy was in my mind once I fed the fish.