Because disclamers are a thing: I do not own Danny Phantom; that would be Butch Hartman.

This story will begin with a tasteful cliche.

It was unnaturally quiet.

Considering the setting she was in and the sounds she should hear, the observation of quiet only added 'loosing faith in human decency' to the pool of the wonderful emotions that the visit already brought. This observation was made with the ears of a hunter who has learned to use her hearing to listen. She noted that the constant whirling and beeping of the machines that kept the hospital patients breathing along with whatever sounds the staff mixed with the clank of her heels against tile were the only sounds on that floor of this hospital the mother heard.

This meant that Madeline Fenton was the only person who was bothered to visit any family who has unfortunately landed themselves in the hospital for the whole entirety of the time she had been there on that day. And as a mother, she normally would feel some type of resentment to whoever was neglecting to visit the injured and sick. Pity would go for the people who were waiting for a visit. But the eldest female Fenton was oddly distracted so she was not dwelling on the well being of others but preparing to receive news about her son.

A nurse whose name Maddie never bothered to remember was leading her to the office of the trusted family doctor from the GIW who was getting paid handsomely for being in charge of the current health and eventual recovery of her son Daniel. And she, while not easily wavered by anything much besides her thirst for knowledge, could not to help but to feel her insides squirm and give into a nervous and sinister feeling shiver. Being the optimistic person she was, Madeline did not want to know what was exactly wrong with her son because she has been assuming the worst.

The silence in the hospital, which reeked of alcohol and death, did not help in the slightest bit with the feeling of unease. Luckily for Maddie, even if she didn't want it, the nurse had stopped and opened the door to the office where the doctor worked in.

The silver haired doctor in question was sitting down in his own chair and had offered the woman a seat while the nurse closed the door, leaving the two to talk in private.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Stein," Maddie spoke a polite greeting as she sat down in the chair facing the desk, "I can only assume that you know why I'm here."

"Why yes of course, Mrs. Fenton, straight to business as usual," Stein paused while he pulled a few highlighted papers out of the vanilla folder labeled 'Daniel James Fenton'.

"To start with, you're lucky your son was wearing the proper lab protection while he got into the accident in your lab. While I do not know exactly what happened seeing as he was the only witness to this incident, I can speculate that the source of electricity which he was exposed to was high enough to render the anti-ecto properties and the rubber of his HAZMAT suit useless. When you visited your son just now I'm sure you saw him on the special bed that rested him on his stomach due to how his entire left arm and the majority of his back were severely burned by the electricity. In the long term, this will only lead to visual scars similar to those of people who have survived lightning. For now, the skin which got the worst of it will be sensitive."

With the first of his two major points about his newest patient concluded, he lifted his eyes off of the report to see how the mother on the receiving end was taking it. Considering the fact that he has seen her come in and out of the hospital quite a bit (but under less seriously circumstances), he was not not surprised to see a face wearing a mask without any readable emotions. So Stein continued on with reading the report.

"The next note I made is that Daniel even survived the electrocution. Besides the fact his body was quite literally cooked, we can assume that the electricity stopped his heart. Seeing how Daniel is still with the living, how he is already on a fast road to recovery, and what kind of lab the accident took place in, we guess that a source of fresh Ectoplasm is what kept him from initially dying. The rest of the the affects that we have noted in the short twelve hours since he has been admitted to us are an abnormally cold body temperature and internal ecto-contamination. In short, its nothing life threatening but you may want to be sure that he is not exposed to neither the sun or the cold for too long."

This time around, Madeline had dropped the mask. Despite news of Danny being contaminated by a unpredictable radioactive substance which ironically saved his life, she let her shoulders and posture go slack in a exaggerated but noticeable manner as she let herself relish the news that her son had so little damage considering the severity of the accident.

But as the scientist she was and the organization that the man she was talking to showed loyalty to, she knew that this was not the end of the conversation.

"It relives me to hear good news, Doctor," began Maddie moments after she reached a conclusion, "But based on what you told me, you have noted some interesting properties of ectoplasm that have acted upon my son. Seeing how I have successfully completed Task:P005, would you perhaps have any messages from our superiors to pass onto me?"

"Sharp as ever, Mrs. Fenton," Dr. Stein mused while he moved his office chair over to a filing cabinet.

"Our superiors would like to congratulate you and your husband on completing the task and for me to give you your next one," the doctor pulled out a orange envelope labeled 'T:GZE001' and gave it to Maddie who was already expecting to receive it.

"They don't give us a single day of rest, do they? I just hope it won't take as long as the Portal did." She voiced aloud with distaste, noting the weight of the papers which made up her next government assigned task.

Dr. Stein scoffed at this. "It comes with the job. Oh! Almost forgot to tell you that our superiors decided to cover the payment of Daniel's treatment as a 'Thanks for all the detailed notes' reward."

This brought a dim light of humor to her eyes. "Good thing I don't have to worry about that then, the idea of me putting food on your table pains me."

And she got up from the chair and gathered her belongings.

''And now, I must go. I have a hysterical family at home waiting for news about Danny and I would not be surprised in the slightest if by now if my husband and daughter have held a funeral for him and used his favorite possessions in replacement of his body."

"Alright then, Mrs. Fenton. Good day then."

"Good day to you, too."

And with that, Madeline Fenton had left. While she still felt pretty horrible, at least she felt a slight bit better.

HI. i am Copper Inkwell(this introduction is already cheesy, i congratulate myself)

This is my fist fanfic

Today, as in the day this was posted, when i woke up, i decided that i needed a new hobby at the moment because the art community is really something and i need a will to live.

Thus, this was born.

I think that i am a bad writer but heyyyyyyyy (you get better with practice, i think) this was actually fun to plan in the shower and then fun to write out. but at the same time i didn't make this teaser(i guess thats what this is) any longer because i am a lazy person. But yeah, i wanted a story that would end up with a Ghost King!Danny so im doing it myself hehe :3 Soooooo yeah. tell me what you think and feel free to leave any constructive criticisms because i need it and to ask me questions~~ . . and the filler character Dr. Stein was totally not inspired by Soul Eater.