Danny Phantom Costumes Novels & Stories

I could make out the Cinderella dress that she had on, and the Ariel the mermaid’s tail that she was wearing underneath. “Don’t laugh,” I asked Daniel and he pursed his lips. “She looks pretty, doesn’t she?” “Not the best combination of costumes. But it’s nothing I can’t ignore.” He replied, and I nodded in agreement. I looked around, checking if Darwin was anywhere around the party. He wasn’t, making me smile a bit. He was probably doing some work in his office space that he had specially carved out himself.

"Danny was there. He'd just become something stronger." "Dante." "Yes." "I want to remember everything. Every detail of that night." "Are you sure?" "I need to understand. I need to know how we got here." He was quiet for a long moment, then began to speak. "You were wearing a blue dress. Midnight blue, with tiny beads that caught the light. Your hair was up, but pieces kept falling around your face." "You remember what I was wearing?" "I remember everything. The way you held your champagne glass like it was armor. The way you kept checking your phone. The way you jumped when I said your name."

She sighed and let me into a stall. Inside, the pantomime began. I held up garment after garment for Michael. A silk kimono. A neon tracksuit. A Viking fur vest. His hologram flickered, adopting each new silhouette with unwavering patience. Then, the pièce de résistance: a light blue, impossibly shiny man thong.

I gulped, watching smoke cover the entrance as three figures emerged, daring, sexy, with the aura of gods…they walked in like they owned the place, all dressed in identical sky blue suit, and white trousers, with a silver belt each, around their waists , adding glamour to the fashion as they glittered under the lights… After a loud shout of honor from the crowd, the music started again… I didn't know why discomfort lingered at the tip of my skin hairs, but I felt uneasy…my short yellow dress was free on me but it felt as if it was tight. I let out a deep breath and cleared my throat. “Who are they?” I asked, as I nodded towards their direction. “They?” Danny looked at me with widen eyes and

“Sir, please excuse me. There is a child out here who insisted on seeing you, and… uh, he looks just like you.” Shiho and Hana looked at one another in surprise. “What!” Shiho said. Then, before she could respond, he said, “Never mind. Send him in.” Dylan walked in with authority. He was wearing a dark blue suit, a light blue shirt, and a pinstriped tie. He even wore a pair of cufflinks with a handkerchief in his top pocket. His shoes were Stacy Adams, designed just for him, even with little tassels on them. The aura he presented became stronger with every step he took. He looked like a little businessman; he was so adorable.

When Damien went to work and the girls to school, I returned to my room and began putting the pieces of a costume together. I had purchased some dark clothes, one piece at a time so as not to generate any suspicion, and I had all the pieces now. I even had a black bandana to hide my hair, which I would then doubly hide with the hood of this sweatshirt. And I had a white domino mask that would cover the upper half of my face, leaving only my nose exposed.

I suddenly heard him. I cleared my throat and entered. In order not to make it seem like I heard anything, I thought an apology would be nice. "I'm really sorry, Sir. I was waiting for you to finish." I said as I entered. Damon was wearing a big black net shirt with an inner black singlet. This in turn was worn over baggy black jeans. Wait, was my death to him some sort of fashion runway where he showed off his glam? Hell, he was killing this look and I was certain that I would not mind this look in my funeral.

Our vampire attire was a little on the provocative side so we could also, depending on the audience, switch up our tactics and choose to flirt and distract after we gave them the initial scare. While the attendants were focused on us, Owen and Danny were lurking in the shadows and could sneak up on them. They were both dressed up as scary creatures trying to kill the attendants. Owen had a chainsaw and Danny had a Skilsaw. They were both restrained from moving far with chains around their ankles, giving the illusion that they could only make it so far before being held back. It was close enough to scare the attendees and have them fearing for their lives but just as they thought they were ab

he fumed, Gage narrowed his eyes. “I don’t get it. What do you mean?” Gage interrogated, Dante sighed then came closer to Gage. “See what you have done, they noticed we aren’t from here, your armour and the Royal Guards armour really stood out. Now all eyes are on us.” He whispered. For Dante dressed as one of them before he came to the scene. Dressed in raggy, smelly clothing with a stinky black headband wore on his forehead having a slightly stained grey spot at the center.

Dante, me, and Daxton forming this strange little unit that everyone assumes belongs together. Daxton’s between us again, holding both our hands, practically skipping. He’s been in that Spider-Man costume for hours now, and I can see him tugging at the collar every few steps. “You look overheated,” Dante observes. “You might want to remove the costume.” My entire body goes rigid. Daxton tilts his masked head up. “I am kinda sweaty. Can I take it off, Mommy?” “NO!” The word comes out way too loud, way too sharp. Several parents turn to look. Daxton actually flinches.