You've got my attention - Danny Phantom X Reader

I can't believe him

Music blast in your ears as you worked. Now that you've worked on a real ghost portal, this was a piece of cake. Not only that, but you've rebuilt it once before. You knew the kind of tech it had and you even learnt to re-program it.

While your dad wasn't home you'd gotten onto his desktop and wrote the new code onto a hard drive. Then- you'd gotten the proper adapter and moved the code into the watch interface. So now... not only did it look like a normal watch that told you the time, there were different settings! Well- for now it was the time or ghost portal... but!... I'm sure Vlad wouldn't mind helping me work through the kinks. Considering he's probably a lot more knowledgeable than you were.

You held it up in front of your eyes, a wide smile plastered on your face. It took some time... a couple days to be exact; going between this and school. But it was aaaall worth it.

You fumbled to attach it to your wrist while walking to the window. Taking a small glance out, your dad was home. There was a small debate between telling him you were leaving and just leaving but you decided you should definitely say something. With a small huff you walked downstairs, fiddling with the setting to make sure the watch worked alright.

"Hi dad, how are you doing?" You asked, glancing up.

He fiddled through some drawers nervously, "I-I'm alright. You haven't seen a key around, have you? The top is square and it has some writing on it?"

You blinked once or twice confused until it clicked, you'd taken the key. You shrugged, leaning against the counter, "Nope. Unless you gave it to me with the house key, I have no idea..." You lied. You'd gotten better at lying, the guilt no longer eating you up, "What's it for anyways?"

He grumbled once or twice as he shut the drawer, "Something important. If you see a miscellaneous key somewhere, please put it on the table." He groaned, moving to the next drawer.

"Alright. I'm sure it'll turn up."
It wouldn't. Whatever it was for- you hoped it wasn't something too important. Let's just say it was a gut feeling... but he was up to something bad. You eyed him up and down; he was tense, his hands fumbling with things quickly in search of the important key, "Does it have something to do with ghost hunting?" He paused, his body somehow tensing even more. You couldn't help but let out a dry laugh, "You're ghost hunting now dad? Whatever happened to 'ghosts should be treated as equals'." You frowned, crossing your arms.
You were right. You couldn't help but feel a nervous un-comfortability creep on your shoulders.

He cleared his throat and turned around to look at you, "Well... I've been researching ghosts with the Fenton's for awhile now and... They're not how your grandfather talked about them." He spoke, his eyes falling off yours.

"And how are they, dad?" You asked, annoyance creeping into your tone.

"You've seen them firsthand yourself. You've been hospitalized by ghosts many times." He finally met your eyes, annoyed as well.

You huffed, "Not all ghosts are bad-"
"Of course they are." He interrupted.

You grit your teeth; he wasn't just talking about Danny, he was talking about you too, "That's not true." You spoke, your voice quieting down a little. Your crossed arms instead changed to hug yourself close.

"Look. I know your grandfather talked about them in a higher light, but they aren't like that... and I'm sorry I've been teaching it that way." He explained, his voice staying stern. You were almost baffled. The father you've looked up to for so long, the one you came to Amity Park within search of ghosts to interview... the one who wanted that his whole life now-... now wants to hurt them. You bit back a response; anything you'd say would only come out angry. After another tense silence, he finally spoke up, keeping his voice low, "Maybe Amity Park isn't the best place for us anymore."