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The Intern

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Inspired by a variety of DPxDC posts, but mostly this one by @gettingcomfyinyourwalls

Before Danny's Accident, he and Jazz had competed for the title of "the normal one" with an intensity and ferocity achievable only by siblings in families where there was no normal one. After the Accident, he had to cede the title, however reluctantly, to his sister, who then, in a turn around only possible for siblings, then dedicated herself to giving Danny the title of "the one everyone thinks is the normal one." Combined with his chosen friend group - a girl who pursued weird as a lifestyle, and the kid who once tried to use a tamagotchi to hack a vending machine, then gave the tamagotchi an Egyptian burial when the attempt killed it - it was very easy to forget that Danny was not normal at all. Not even if you ignored the whole "half-ghost superhero" thing, which was very difficult to ignore.

It was even easier to forget what kind of not normal he originally was, before the accident, and continued to be even afterward.

However, the world (and particularly Sam and Tucker) was about to be reminded.

"Guys!" shouted Danny, literally skipping up the hallway to come to a bouncing stop between Sam and Tucker. "Guess what!" He was quivering with so much excitement that his edges looked a little blurry.

Tucker put a hand on his shoulder to get him to stop. "I guess it's a good thing, and not that your parents invented a ghost wiggler or something?"

Danny stilled. "The ghost wiggler. My enemy."

"Wait, I was joking."

"Mom and Dad weren't. That thing was evil."

"Okay, okay," said Sam, raising her hands, "it didn't have anything to do with one of your parents' inventions. What did happen?"

"Two of my summer internship applications were accepted," said Danny, almost sparkling with delight.

Actually, he was sparkling. If he had an internship outside of town, he would have to get that under control.

"That's great," said Sam. "Which ones?"

"Lexcorp and Wayne Industries!"

"Lexcorp?"

"Wayne Industries?"

"You applied to Lexcorp?" demanded Sam, appalled.

"You're going to Gotham?" asked Tucker in the same tone.

Danny looked from Sam to Tucker, then back again. "Yessssss?"

"To work for the guy you call Bald Vlad? The one who keeps trying to kill Superman?"

"The place with all those crazy villains and mad scientists? That Gotham?"

Then, together, they asked, "Why did you even apply there?"

"Lexcorp is a civilian leader in astronautics, meteoritics, cosmochemistry, nuclear physics, quantum computing, robotics and medical research."

"Because Lex Luthor is trying to kill Superman."

"And even beyond Wayne Industries, there are so many great scientists in Gotham, like Dr. Isley, Dr. Crane and even Dr. Fries!"

"Danny, those are the villains."

"Well," said Danny, "I figure I'm never going to meet Lex Luthor, being an intern and all, but if I see any dangerous weapons, I can trash them! I have lots of experience."

"Don't you think it might be a little dangerous for you to work for an avowed human supremacist?"

"It’s not any different from staying home."

Sam leaned back to stare at a point over Danny's head, flummoxed.

Tucker, not liking his point being ignored, squeezed Danny's shoulder. "If you miss fighting that much, I'm sure any ghost you ask will be happy to spar with you. The villains, Danny. Why do you want to go somewhere with that many villains?"

"It's not like I'm joining them." Danny rolled his eyes. "I just want to talk to them. If you're so concerned, I can take Dr. Isley and Dr. Crane off the list."

"Why only those two? Why not get rid of the whole list?" asked Tucker, shaking him slightly.

"Because Dr. Isley was mostly for Sam and Dr. Crane was mostly for Jazz. Dr. Fries is for me, and Mom and Dad want me to try to convince cousin Hugo to try therapy again."

"Why," said Sam, as Tucker glared at her, "do you think I'd want you to talk to Poison Ivy?"

"Uh," said Danny, "because you admire her work?"

"Admired, past tense, and that was before she started turning people into trees."

“But the ‘turning people into trees’ part is way more applicable to our lives!”

“Forget about that,” said Tucker. “Why do you want to talk to Mr. Freeze?”

“Well, Doctor Fries is an expert in cryogenics and incorporating ice into technology. I want to be able to do that.” Danny looked back and forth between Sam and Tucker. “Come on, I’m not interning for him. I just want to expand my knowledge base! Just think about all the cool things I could make!”

Sam and Tucker, united in horror and purpose, grabbed Danny by the arms and dragged him bodily into Senior English.

"Jazz," said Sam, hauling Danny forward by the arm she held, "your brother is turning into a mad scientist!"

Jazz looked from Sam, to Danny, to Tucker, then back to Sam. "Yessssss?"

"Well," huffed Sam, "aren't you going to do anything about it?"

"No? Why would I?"

“Mad scientist,” repeated Sam.

“That’s generally a bad thing,” said Tucker.

“It’s fine. Danny has a very strong sense of ethics.”

“And lab safety!” chimed in Danny.

“And lab safety,” agreed Jazz, nodding. “Now, if you want me to help you with your internalized prejudice, I can refer you to some resources I’ve found quite helpful myself.”

“Internalized prejudice is when you’re biased against yourself,” said Tucker.

“Yes.” Jazz returned to the task of arranging her pens and notebook on her desk.

“Wait,” said Sam, “you are not calling us mad scientists, are you?”

“Well,” said Jazz, “Mad Science Disorder isn’t in the DSM, but there’s a movement to have it included in the next edition, and I think you would fit the proposed diagnostic criteria.”

“No,” said Sam.

“Yes,” said Danny.

“I have seen the inside of your greenhouse, Sam,” said Jazz. “You’re at least on the road to being a mad botanist, if not a mad ecologist.”

“I’ve been saying that for years,” said Tucker.

“And you’re obviously a mad computer scientist, with a minor in archaeology.”

“Wait, why are you saying this like they’re college majors?” asked Tucker.

“It’s easier that way,” said Jazz. She frowned slightly. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. It’s just that you should be aware of it, so you don’t wake up one day and start planning involuntary human drug trials, or something like that.”

“Jazz did that, once. I was five.”

The warning bell rang.

“You should go to class,” said Jazz, pleasantly. “You don’t want to be late.”

“Listen,” said Sam, leaning over the desk to whisper at Danny, “couldn’t you, I don’t know, just do the Wayne internship?”

“Hm,” said Danny, rubbing his chin, “maybe. But I kind of get the feeling I only got the Wayne internship because I got the Lexcorp one.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean, like we talked about way back, Bruce Wayne has to be funding the Justice League, at least a little.” He pushed his math homework - already finished - to one side. “It’d make sense for him to keep an eye on anyone Lex Luthor personally hires, on account of the Superman thing. It’s either that or corporate espionage.”

“Wait,” said Tucker, leaning in from the side, “go back to the ‘personally’ part.”

“It’s a special internship?” said Danny, somehow still managing to pull off the clueless innocent look. “It was, like, competitive? You know what I mean.”

“Luthor personally hired you? Reviewed your application and whatever?”

“Yeah.”

“And you think he isn’t going to meet you?”

“Why would he? I’m basically going to be getting a tour, then doing drudgework for a month.”

“I love you, man, but you are so, so dumb sometimes. The man is going to meet you. Jeez, I hadn’t even heard he was doing internships like that for our age group.”

“Age group?” asked Danny.

“Dude. No. Tell me it was at least limited to just high schoolers. Tell me you didn’t apply for an internship meant for college students.”

“There wasn’t any age on it as far as I remember.”

“Mr. Fenton,” said Mr. Falluca, “will you please come solve this triangle for the class?”

Danny huffed. “Rule of cosines,” he said as he stood. “Give me an easy problem…”

“Why is he even in this class?” mumbled Sam.

“Ghost hunting,” Tucker mumbled back.

“How are you even going to get to Metropolis?” asked Sam as they walked away from the school. “You don’t have your license yet.” He probably wouldn’t have his license ever. Three Fentons driving had, evidently, proven too much for the local DMVs. Jazz, as conscientious as she was, had gotten hers from the one in Elmerton before they, too, realized the horror that was Jack and Maddie.

“Jazz is going to take me,” said Danny with a little shrug. “She’s doing a pre-college thing there. Some kind of volunteer thing.”

“And how are you getting to Gotham?”

“There’s a train that goes there,” said Danny. “Like, a regular one.”

“And getting back?”

“Mom and Dad will pick me up.”

“Where will you be sleeping?”

“There’s on-site dorms on each site.”

Sam curled her lips. “The return of company towns in the modern era.”

“I don’t know, I think the Wayne ones are probably fine.”

“But you’re sleeping in the Lexcorp ones?”

“I figure I can disable any subliminal programming devices that might be installed there.”

“Do you not see how crazy that sounds? Tucker, back me up, here?”

Tucker sighed. “Honestly, I don’t think we’re going to be able to change his mind. I’ve been picking out funeral flowers. You still like lillies?”

“It’ll be fine. I’ll call you guys if I need help. Just like you’ll call me if some new ghost shows up and starts causing trouble, right?”

“Yes,” said Sam, exasperated. “But you understand those two things aren’t the same, right? That with the way things are here, there probably won’t be a new ghost causing trouble?”

Danny had made… peace probably wasn’t quite the right word, with the Fentons, the Guys in White, and the lack of an organized overarching social structure, but there was an understanding between him and the ghosts. Without that understanding, he wouldn’t have been able to take the time to apply for internships, let alone actually go to any.

“I mean, if it’s an imposition–”

“That’s not what she meant,” interjected Tucker. “Nope. Nope. You aren’t wriggling out of calling us when a supervillain kidnaps you. She’s trying to talk you out of taking an unnecessary risk.”

“It’s not really a risk for me, though.”

It really wasn’t. Danny might not be invulnerable, but the sheer variety of his powers along with his accelerated healing made that point academic. For most enemies.

“This is the guy who fights Superman, Danny,” said Sam. “For all we know, he’s got some kind of anti-ghost material in the same cabinet he keeps his Kryptonite.”

“I don’t think that’d work very well, actually,” said Danny.

“It was a metaphor. Be serious.”

“I am being serious. This is something I want to do. I want to go there and learn and prepare for the future.”

“You sound like Jazz, you know? You’ve got two more years here. You don’t have to do this. If this is some kind of overcorrection because of the ghosts–”

“It’s not. I told you why I wanted to do this.” He stopped on the sidewalk, pulling on the hem of his shirt. “Is it really that bad? Is it really that terrible that I’m going somewhere and doing something that I’m interested in?”

“No,” said Tucker, awkwardly. “We’re worried about you.”

“And I’ll be fine,” insisted Danny. “Really. I will be. And, you know, like I said, I want to do this kind of thing in the future, so it’s good practice.”

“For what?” asked Sam, crossing her arms. “Scamming supervillains?”

“Well, yeah,” said Danny. “That, too.”

Sam’s arms fell, along with her jaw. “What?”

“Scamming supervillains,” said Danny, starting to walk again. “Like, obviously, I want to either do something with spaceflight or something with a big humanitarian dimension, but scamming supervillains is definitely going to be my backup. Or maybe my hobby. They always have the coolest stuff, and a lot of money, too, usually.”

“Coolest stuff?”

“Yeah,” said Danny, almost skipping, now. “Ice rays, supercomputers, gene therapy, rapidly growing vegetation, limb regeneration, cloning techniques… Lex Luthor came up with a cure for, like, over half a dozen different types of cancer.”

“Because he wanted to kill Superman,” said Sam, taking up an earlier refrain. It had only

“Yeah, but imagine what he could do if we could convince him that Superman got his strength from, like, world hunger or something.”

“I hate it,” said Sam, after a long moment, “but I think you have a point.”

“You two could go into business with me. Some villains go through goons so fast, I bet we could hit them about a dozen times.”

“You’re not planning to do this now, though, are you?” asked Tucker.

“Huh? No. No, not until after graduation. Most I’ll do with any supervillains I see this time around is talk.”

“That’s a lie,” said Sam, immediately. “There’s no way. The first time Man-Bat or Brainiac jumps out of a sewer, you’re going to start swinging.”

“Man-Bat is a geneticist and a chiropterologist, you know,” said Danny. “I’d love to take Brainiac apart, though. Do you have any idea how many planets he’s wiped out? And the stuff he’s got to have–”

“You’re floating,” said Tucker.

“And glowing,” said Sam. “You’re really going to have to work on that.”

“Oops,” said Danny. “Sorry. It’s just, like, everything I’m Obsessed with.” He landed, but still fidgeted, as if shaping something invisible with his hands. Which he might have been. “It’s– I still want to help people.” The plaintive note in his voice made it clear that ‘want’ was, in this case, closer to ‘need.’ “I don’t mind doing the hero thing, and I can’t ignore a cry for help. But I’m not going to just waltz into someone else’s territory and start messing with stuff.”

“I think the territory thing is more of a ghost thing than a hero thing.”

“Eh,” said Danny, “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Danny waved goodbye to Jazz as she pulled away from the curb, then grinned up at the Lexcorp building. Wow, it was tall. And probably had a lot of really sketchy stuff in the basement.

But! He wouldn’t start poking around with that stuff until he’d been there for at least a week.

(Okay, he’d probably last twenty-four hours at most, but who could blame him? How often did anyone get to poke around the lair of a supervillain who wasn’t their archenemy?)

He walked into the lobby, craning his neck this way and that to take it all in. It was… honestly pretty boring. Not unlike Vlad’s buildings. But he supposed that all corporate buildings were like that to some degree.

“Hello!” he said, walking up to the front desk. “I’m–”

“You’ll have to wait for your parents to come out, I’m afraid, sweetie,” said the secretary. “Company rules.”

Danny blushed. “No, um, I’m here for the internship? The Innovators of Tomorrow Today internship? I’m Danny Fenton. Daniel. Daniel Fenton.”

The secretary blinked at him, then looked down at her computer for a moment. “I’ll need to see some ID.”

“Will my passport be okay?” Danny asked, tugging on his bracelet to get it to lie more comfortably on his wrist. On account of the whole ‘no driver’s license’ problem, he didn’t have anything else, other than his student ID.

“That will be fine,” said the secretary, reaching for it. She looked it over carefully, becoming more and more confused. Danny wondered if she was expecting it to be fake or something. “You’re fifteen.”

“I know I’m short,” said Danny. “But I’m almost sixteen.”

“I see,” she said. “Well. Here’s your visitor badge. We’ll have someone come escort you to the meeting room shortly, and your internship badge will be ready when you start tomorrow. You can leave your luggage here, and it will be scanned and brought up to the dorms.”

Danny bobbed his head happily and took back his passport and the badge. He couldn’t wait to meet the other people he’d be working with. He bet that there’d be a lot of people his age, no matter what Tucker said after he looked it up and saw the website.

A tall man wearing an earpiece and some kind of weapon - a taser, probably - walked up to Danny a few minutes later and scanned his badge. With a few words, he directed Danny to an elevator - one with a keypad code - and brought him up to the tenth story. The elevator opened directly into a… Danny wasn’t entirely sure what to call it. It was square and very large and open, with soft, rounded furniture, a kitchenette, and a catered lunch spread out on several long tables. One wall was all windows, looking down into Metropolis, and another wall was covered in cool, art-deco Lexcorp posters.

There were a lot of people.

A lot of tall people.

A lot of tall, college-aged people. Older college-aged people, even. No teenagers.

Tucker had been right. Great.

A middle-aged woman extracted herself from the loose crowd and came over to Danny, smiling.

“Hello!” she said. “You must be Daniel Fenton. My name is Liberty Rue, I’m the coordinator for the Innovators of Tomorrow Today program.”

“Hi,” said Danny, “it’s nice to meet you.”

Ms. Rue nodded. “Thank you, thank you. We’re just giving everyone a chance to get to know each other before we start the orientation. Please feel free to take any of the refreshments and mingle. All of you are going to be working together closely. Your specialties were electrical engineering and space science?”

“Yes,” said Danny. Although, to be honest, he didn’t really have a specialty. He was more of a generalist.

(Unless you counted ghost science, but there was absolutely no way he was going to bring that up.)

“Excellent. Let me introduce you to the group you’ll be working most closely with–”

What followed was something of a whirlwind. It wasn’t that there was a lot of people, but it was one after the other, and Ms. Rue seemed to be… showing him off, almost? Or showing the other people off? In any case, there was a weird tension to it all.

Was it because he was younger?

He tried not to dwell on it too much, though, because everyone here had so much cool stuff to talk about. Almost all of them had been involved in serious graduate or undergraduate research projects. Strange matter, transient dimensions, reality fields, meta gene analysis, non-quantum teleportation, reproduction of extraterrestrial technologies… Danny was starting to feel a little inadequate. The project he’d sent in was a ‘theoretical’ blueprint for a spy-bot disabler. One that he was proud of, sure; getting a localized EMP effect without a nuke wasn’t easy, but it was doable. And the EMP part was definitely the ‘last resort’ stage of things. It was, after all, much better to hack into Vlad’s bugs and have them send him a hundred hours worth of rickrolls.

In the middle of a conversation about exactly how much room you needed for a decent particle accelerator, Ms. Rue stepped aside and put her hand to her ear. Danny hadn’t noticed the earpiece before, but now he looked at it with curiosity. It was well made, and he could barely hear it, even with his slightly augmented hearing. He wondered if they were designed to counter Superman.

“Mr. Fenton,” said Ms. Rue, “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to steal you away for a moment.

“Okay,” said Danny. He followed her back to the elevator, stealing a cookie as he went. They weren’t as good as his Mom’s, but he was pretty sure they tasted the way they did because of their ectoplasm content, so…

Ms. Rue punched a code into the elevator and scanned her badge. “Alright, Mr. Fenton. Go ahead. You’ll be taken where you need to go.”

Well. That was maybe a little sketchy, but Danny was nothing if not curious. He got in. “I’ll be back in time for the orientation, right?”

“If you aren’t, I’ll make sure you’re shown around personally,” promised Ms. Rue.

The doors closed and the elevator went up. And up. Then stopped for a moment, during which Danny felt the tingle of a very thorough full-body scan. And up some more. All the way to the top. The doors opened to a sparkling office. Everything in it was white, chrome, or glass, with smooth straight lines and geometrically perfect curves. It blended perfectly with the skyline of Metropolis framed by the full-wall windows.

Between Danny and the windows was an enormous white desk. Behind the desk was Lex Luthor.

“Daniel Fenton,” said Lex Luthor, inclining his head ever so slightly towards Danny. “It is good to meet you.”

“Thank you,” said Danny, trying not to squeak. “I’m happy to be here. I’m looking forward to working here for the next couple of weeks.”

“It is heartening to see that you are more open to cooperation than Vlad.” Luthor turned away, slightly, surveying the city below him.

Danny took that as an invitation to come closer and peer out the huge windows himself. What did Vlad have to do with this?

“I confess, I found myself frustrated by his lack of vision,” continued Luthor, “but youth often holds wisdom that age lacks.” He turned back to favor Danny with a smile. “On seeing your application, I was charmed by your initiative in circumventing your mentor.”

Danny’s train of thought, such as it was, derailed.

“Mentor?” he asked.

“You don’t have to hide it,” said Luthor. “Not when we are both quite aware of the others’ knowledge. Considering my wealth, I am privy to a number of things that ordinary people are not. Including the beneficiaries of my fellow billionaires’ wills.”

Oh. Oh, no. Lex thought– But why– Was he– He couldn’t be right, but– But did this make Danny a… a… nepotism baby?

The sprout of confidence that had been flourishing ever since he got the letter announcing his acceptance to the internship program withered. This was even worse than finding out he and Jazz were test tube babies. (And that was only so bad because his parents had felt the need to go on a long tangent about how they had selected their donor-parents, as large portions of Jack and Maddie's genomes were unstable due to a combination of the family proclivities and a variety of curses.)

Lex Luthor stood. “Doubtless, you’re interested in the projects I outlined to Vlad when I proposed our cooperation. The device blueprint you submitted for the internship referenced them quite cleverly. I would like to show you how far they’ve progressed since I spoke to Vlad, and then we can discuss your contribution to their success.”

“I don’t have access to any of Vlad’s resources, Mr. Luthor,” said Danny, cautiously. “I couldn’t provide any, er, funding to these projects.”

“I am aware of that. But I think your value goes above and beyond the financial, Daniel.” He put a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “After all, the reason I approached Vlad was his science background. And in a few years… Well. Vlad Masters is not a young man.”

Was that a murder threat? Danny thought it was a murder threat. Oh, boy, did he have something else coming for him if he thought he could just kill Vlad like that.

Luthor directed Danny back towards the elevator, and this time they went down. Far down. Into those basements Danny had been thinking about before.

They stepped out into a vestibule, and a pair of much more openly armed security guards saluted Lex before running through a series of security measures. Danny took note specifically of the ones intended to detect mind control and shapeshifting.

From there, they passed through a series of locked doors and into a maze of gleaming white hallways. The color made Danny’s skin itch. Too much like the GIW for his taste.

Luthor opened a side door, and showed Danny into an empty lab. Empty in terms of people, that is. In terms of stuff… blueprints, prototypes, models, drawings, coffee cups… not so much.

“I had the team take the day off,” said Luthor. “I thought you’d appreciate the chance to look at things without any distractions.”

Danny surveyed the plans with interest. There were similarities between what was being built and the mini-EMP portion of his bug-zapper. There were also echoes of shield technology… some kind of energy projector or amplifier?

“What is it supposed to emit?” asked Danny, unable to hold back his curiosity. He touched, ever so gently, a hollow place he was sure the energy source was supposed to sit.

Lex smiled. “I’m glad you asked,” he said. “Follow me.”

They went back out into the hallway, but only briefly. The next room had even more security, but Luthor bypassed it all with businesslike efficiency and they entered a plain, all-white and bare room.

One wall of this room was taken up by a backlit display cabinet made of square cubbies. Within each cubby was a tiny chip of crystal, like a sample display of particularly expensive rock candy. Green, of many shades, was the best-represented color, but there was also red and blue. That made sense, because each crystal was made of delicious ectoplasm-infused quartz. Danny swallowed. They were making his mouth water, but the amount of death energy they would have had to be around…

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” asked Luthor. “Kryptonite. The key to repelling our would-be alien overlord.”

Yeah. Remnants of a planet that imploded while still inhabited by billions. That would do it.

“I intend to create a Kryptonite field over the whole of Metropolis, one that should, at the least, disable Superman to the point where we can drive him out. I will sell them to the great cities of America, and then, the world. One day, the whole Earth will be protected, and Superman must either leave, or die. But for now, it is still a dream. That is why I need you, Daniel.”

Danny didn’t think Luthor’s weapon would work. Not now. There was too much missing. Too much being missed by scientists and engineers expecting the Kryptonite to behave in a normal, logical way. He was certain, however, that he could make something that functioned exactly as described. He could even do it quickly, building off ghost and human shield technologies. He could see the pieces of it fit together, like a puzzle.

Making it, just to prove that he, Danny Fenton, could, was tempting.

So tempting.

But he had this little thing called morals, and driving Superman off Earth was definitely in the category of bad.

“Well, I don’t know if I can fix problems all your scientists can’t, but I can sure try to help.” He winced a little at the phrasing. Why did he have to use the word help?

“That’s all I ask,” said Luthor. “But that’s far from our only project. Shall we?”

“Sure,” said Danny, not at all faking his smile. Even though he’d have to sabotage this stuff, it was really cool to see it!

Later that night in his dorm room - which was, incidentally, a lot more spacious than he’d expected - Danny rotated the bracelet on his wrist and pressed a button on its side. Inside the thick band was a miniaturized and completely functional version of the spy-bot zapper he’d submitted as part of his internship application. He listened to it click as it went through the different modes available to it. It tweedled at him when it finished.

Only then did he pull out his phone and power it on. He clicked into his contacts and hit the button for his first favorite.

“Hey,” he said, when the call connected, “Jazz, so… Sam and Tucker might have been just a little bit right about my internship…”

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friendly-neighborhood-imbecille · 1 year

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Switched up styles for this one. I’m really happy with how it turned out.

Dannymay Day 7: Weapon

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dnpanimationstudioclone · 1 year

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Day 7, Weapon

Decided to give Jazz her own thermos. She deserves it💖🌼

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 1 year

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Dannymay 2023. Day 7. Weapon. DPXDC.

The Justice League is trying to figure out Danny’s identity, and he’s not happy about it.

~Words hurt more than weapons~

~~~

Wonder Woman: You’re bound by the Lasso of Truth. No more chance of hiding secrets, ghost.

Danny: Are you kidding me?

Batman: Who are you, Phantom?

Danny: "I am a 400-foot tall purple platypus bear with pink horns and silver wings."

Captain Marvel: Wow, you don’t see many Fire Nation princesses these days.

Danny: Hm, at least someone with good taste here.

Danny: Have you even read the Fenton articles? Batman? Anyone? No? Remember. Ghosts will always find a way to lie. Your ribbon has no power over me.

~~~

Danny: ..I have a few words for you too, Batsy. Martha says hi. And she wants you to know that " ..if I see a damn clown in the immediate vicinity of one of my grandchildren or if I find out that you or any of the family are on patrol with broken bones, I’ll spank you as soon as I meet you on the other side. Obey Alfred. With love, Mother."

Flash:..Batman, why are you so pale?

Batman: Someone sprayed the fear toxin. Check the ventilation.

Flash:..

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Superman: Stop it! Listen..

Phantom: I liked you when I was a kid, you know? They say it’s better to never meet your idols. Now I see it's truth.

Superman: You shouldn't be doing this alone. We can help you.

Danny: What makes you think I need your help? Don’t be a hypocrite. Why don’t you take off your glasses at the Daily Planet office? And why do you think that you can tell me what to do with my secret identity?

Danny: Don’t worry, I’m dead but my family is fine. I’m not like you, Big Blue. I will not sacrifice the people I love for my murderous secret.

Superman: What are you talking about?

Phantom: Don’t play dumb. In the land of the dead, people like to talk about the past, you know. You told Jonathan he wasn’t your father, and then you didn’t even try to save him. It’s cruel. But you can be happy, Jonathan doesn’t blame you for his death. I do.

The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

Superman: I.. I listened to what he said. He was trying to protect me.

Danny: So, how does it feel? Letting him die in front of you, knowing you could have saved him? Do you blame youself?

Superman: How dare you.

Danny: Of course, you do. Because no matter how many lives Superman saves, the most important one to you..You’ll never got it back. Afraid of being a lab rat? Superman is not special. I am not special too.

Danny: Don’t look down at me just because you have more experience behind you. Revealing my identity should be my choice, not yours.

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Danny: Stay out of my grave. *turns to Batman* You should stay away from your son’s grave too. Leave the past behind.

~Hairstyle. Sharp tongue. Physique. This Insolence.~

Batman: Jason?

Danny: Wrong ghost, old man.

Batman: ...You’re the one who said a ghost would always find a way to lie.

Danny: Pride and prejudice! *shit, I’m starting to swear like Mr.Lancer, It’s time to finish my english essay.* I’m not your Robin. Sorry bout that.

~Jane Austen? No hint more obvious. Jay doesn’t want to deal with the League? Well, Bruce doesn’t mind playing along.~

Batman: I understand.

Danny: Thank Ancients! Anyway, I’m leaving. Don’t look for me.

~~~

Tucker: Wow, Danny, when we told you to take care about the League, we thought you’d do it, like, without turning all of them against you.

Danny: Not all of them. And I didn’t do anything wrong. We talked.

Jazz: Danny, believe me, sometimes a conversation with you can cause more damage to your enemies than your ectoblasts.

Sam: Not just to them. Sometimes I also feel like his ideas are melting my brain.

Danny: Hey! Actually, you should be on my side.

Sam: We should?

Danny: Never mind. But if JL set foot in Amity Park I will sic on Wonder Woman her grandfather.

Tucker: But her Grandfather is Kronos. He’s a creep, trying to eat all his kids. Where do you even know such a monster from?

Clockwork *puts a cup of tea on the table and coughs to attract attention*.

Tucker: Wait a minute...

Tucker: Oh mY GOd, Mr. CLocKWoRk I’m sO SorRy, please don’t kill me.

Sam: Now you’ve changed your mind about importance of a healthy vegan diet, Tucker?

Tucker: ..No, I’m not that desperate.

~~~

~At the same time,somewhere in Ghost Zone~

Martha *teaches Jason to do a choke hold*.

~~~

~At the same time, in one of Amity Park’s alleys.~

Maddie and Jack *discuss ways to capture the Phantom*

Batman *appears behind them*:DoN’t toUcH my the сHiLd.

~~~

Jazz: Don't you think that mentioning Superman's father was too much?

Danny: Maybe.But..when I think about you, mom or dad in dander I can't imagine what would make me freeze and.. It just doesn't make sense, okey?

Jazz: You're still thinking about Dan, right?

Danny: Every.damn.time.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dannymay2023 #dannymay #Danny Phantom #dp #clockwork is kronos

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little-pondhead · 1 year

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POND’S DANNYMAY MASTERLIST (2023)

Day 1: Fantasy AU (art)

Day 2: Backpack (fic)

Day 3: Blizzard (art)

Day 4: Fractals (fic)

Day 5: 10 min. vs. 1 hour (art)

Day 6: Eclipse (fic)

Day 7: Weapon (art)

Day 8: Electric Core AU (fic)

Day 9: Ghost Zone (art)

Day 10: Bones (fic)

Day 11: Underwater (art)

Day 12: Traditional Media (art)

Day 13: Monster (art)

Day 14: Séance (fic)

Day 15: Full Hazmat AU (art)

Day 16: Fangs (fic)

Day 17: Temper (art)

Day 18: Grave (fic)

Day 19: No CTRL Z/Backspace (art)

Day 20: Nasty Burger (fic)

Day 21: Shatter (art)

Day 22: Cryptid AU (fic)

Day 23: Rogue Gallery (art)

Day 24: NASA (fic)

Day 25: Blame (art)

Day 26: Art/Fic switch! (animation)

Day 27: Rings (art)

Day 28: Campfire (fic)

Day 29: Ghost Speak AU (art)

Day 30: Post-Reveal (fic)

Day 31: Free Day! (art)

#dannymay2023 #doodles from a pond #pondhead writes #danny phantom #i'll be adding links as i go

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dailudannos · 1 year

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Dannymay 2023

Day 7 - Weapon

"I'll have your pelt on my wall, ghost child."

#dannymay2023 #dannymay #danny phantom #danny phantom skulker #dp skulker #my art #blue skulker ep my beloved

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aprocessionofthoughts · 8 months

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Dannymay 2023 masterlist

prompts

this is all art except for day 26 and a few others that have story drabbles

day 1- fantasy au day 2- backpack day 3- blizzard day 4- fractals day 5- 10 min vs 1 hour day 6- eclipse day 7- weapon day 8- electric core au day 9- ghost zone day 10- bones day 11- underwater day 12- traditional media day 13- monster day 14- seance day 15- full hazmat au day 16- fangs day 17- temper day 18- grave day 19- no ctrl z / backspace day 20- nasty burger day 21- shatter day 22- cryptid au day 23- rogue gallery day 24- nasa day 25- blame day 26- art/fic switch day 27- rings day 28- campfire day 29- ghost speak au day 30- post-reveal day 31- free day

#Danny phantom #dannymay2023 #dannymay #masterlist #I know may was way back when #but I thought I'd make a masterlist to make my stufff easier to find #I probably ly have too many masterlists #oh well #I don't care

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this-is-z-art-blog · 1 year

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[ID: digital drawing of Tucker from the waist up, smiling up at Jameson, his guardian character. Jameson resembles Tucker but has his hair in a tightly squared cut with the sides shaves close, and golden eyes, and he is wearing a dark suit with yellow piping, and a yellow tie and dress shoes. Both of them have little spy earpieces, and Tucker has a silver wristwatch and green pen held up; his earpiece, watch, and pen, as well as Jameson all have bright yellow lines indicating them, as though they’re shining. Tucker has his other hand framing his bright grin, and Jameson is mirroring his pose.]

♪ Please pay attention for these inventions might mean your salvation ♪

DannyMay 2023: Day 7, Weapon

From my shugo phantom au. To read about what Tucker is getting up to with his formidable gadgets, check out @jus-a-lil-mouse‘s incredible short fic here

#Dannymay2023 #Tucker Foley #Danny Phantom #dp fanart #digital art #image description #tune doodle #song: pay attention!#artist: spies are forever #shugo phantom #mouse tag #2023

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the-oaken-muse · 1 year

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Dannymay Day 7: Weapon

The History of the Fenton Thermos (1120 words) by The_Oaken_Muse Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton & Jack Fenton, Jack Fenton & Tucker Foley Characters: Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, Jack Fenton Additional Tags: ghost lore, Ecto-Science, The Fentons are scientists, The Fentons are inventors, DannyMay 2023 (Danny Phantom) Summary:

Why is it a thermos?

Read it on AO3 if that’s your thing.

“So, Mr. F… Why a thermos?”

“Tucker!” Danny hissed, making abort motions behind his dad’s back.

Tucker slightly widened his eyes and cocked his head in a look that conveyed, ‘What? This is a great way to get information.’

Danny responded in kind, rolling his eyes to say ‘Whatever. It’s your funeral, dude.’

Mr. Fenton turned away from the workbench where he had been tinkering to beam at Tucker.

“It’s great to see you kids taking an active interest in the finer points of ghost hunting! It’s not just about firing blasters and looking cool, you know! Although that is a big part of it.” He winked at the two boys. “Ecto-engineering and R&D are just as important, if not more so! After all, you can’t use a weapon that doesn’t exist!”

Danny grimaced, “I should really get back to my chores… If you need me I’ll be over there, cleaning test tubes.”

“That’s the spirit, son! Keeping a tidy workspace is vital to ghost hunting! You know what they say ‘Cleanliness is next to ghostliness!’”

Tucker eyed the mess of a disassembled Fenton Thermos™ on the table behind the large man critically.

“Nobody says that, Dad!” Danny called from the other side of the lab.

“Anyway!” Mr. Fenton clapped his hands together and turned his attention back to Tucker. “The Fenton Thermos was one of our earliest inventions. We started working on a ghost containment device around the same time as we began our work on the proto-portal, back in our college days! It was actually Danny’s mother’s idea, she realized that once we opened the portal, we would need a way to capture specimens to study. Ghosts are notoriously squirmy things to catch, what with the intangibility and all. Of course we played around with the idea of the traditional salt rings and devil’s traps and what have you, but those take time to set up and don’t really allow for easy transportation. We started experimenting with smaller rune circles on live traps designed for wild animals and those early prototypes eventually become our net guns, but they all had their flaws, their inefficiencies. We were running in circles, stumped, until one day I was sitting in my Eastern Literature class, practically falling asleep over my copy of The Arabian Nights when I was struck by brilliance! The Ancient Arabians used oil lamps to capture ghosts and bend them to their wills, so why couldn’t we?”

“I thought it was genies in the lamps, not ghosts.” Tucker interrupted.

“That’s actually a common misconception!” Mr. Fenton looked way too excited to correct Tucker. “Genies are actually a subspecies of ghost, rather than a separate species altogether! They’re trickster ghosts that gain power by making twisted contracts with humans and feeding on their wishes and desires.”

“O-oh, really?” Tucker stuttered out, abruptly reminded of his own encounter with a wishing ghost.

“Yup! Anyway! Back to my brilliant stroke of genius! The three of us started studying the techniques these ancient ghost hunters used to make their containment devices, what materials they used, what shapes, and working on a modern day equivalent. An oil lamp might have been a common sight back then, but not in modern day America, and subtlety is key when dealing with a tricky ghost, the element of surprise could mean the difference between life and death!”

“But why a thermos?” Tucker asked again.

“Well, we tried several different designs before the thermos. We figured that a lighter would be a pretty close modern equivalent to an oil lamp, but it was too small. Next we tried a flamethrower, but that wasn’t really subtle enough… and Vladdie pointed out that the lamps weren’t necessarily on fire when they were used, so the fire might not be an important factor, just the oil, or the fact that it could hold oil, because ghosts are slippery devils, or maybe it just needed to hold liquid. Then Maddie had the idea to use kitchen equipment, since a lot of cooking used oil. We ended up wandering the kitchen section of our local supermarket, tossing anything that looked like the right size and shape and would hold oil into our shopping cart. We hauled everything back to our lab and started running tests. The thermos passed all of them with flying colors! It met our criteria perfectly: not only does it hold liquid, soup often contains oil, it was metal, and the insulating qualities of the double sided walls would work for both hot and cold natured spirits, plus it had a lid! We had found the perfect modern day equivalent of an oil lamp! Not only would it be an ideal device for ghost capture and transport, it was also practical for everyday use! We went through quite a lot of coffee while we were working on the proto portal…” He chuckled good-naturedly. “Now that we had our vessel, we got to work redesigning it with cutting edge ghost hunting technology!”

He spun back to face his work bench, pulling Tucker with him, gesturing to the half disassembled thermos, all nuts and bolts and wires and curved metal pieces.

“Our research shows that the engravings on the lamps were more than just decoration, they were sigils to trap and bind the ghosts. Just looking at our thermos, you would see that it doesn’t have any of those, right?”

“Uh, right?”

“Ha! Wrong! They’re on the inside!” He picked up one of the pieces of the inner wall and turned it over to show glowing green circuits arranged in archaic symbols that almost hurt to look at. “One of our greatest breakthroughs was figuring out how to reinforce the walls of the thermos so that it could hold multiple ghosts at a time where the lamp could only hold one. Of course, we also had to make the opening a one way valve in suction mode so that the other ghosts wouldn’t escape when we caught a new one! Another improvement we made was changing the release mechanism into a button so people wouldn’t accidentally release the ghosts, which was a major flaw of the original design as evidenced by numerous historical accounts!”

Tucker could feel Danny’s eyes boring into the back of his neck from across the room. That was one time!

“So, is, uh, is that what you’re working on now? Making more improvements?”

“No, no.” Mr. Fenton’s face turned thoughtful as he gazed at the piece of technology he held, dwarfed by his massive hand. “The Thermos may have been one of our earliest inventions, but we could never get it to work. Until a few months ago... I’m trying to figure out how it turned on.”

#danny phantom #danny fenton #tucker foley #jack fenton #dannymay2023 #dannymay day 7 #weapon #fenton thermos #fanfic #my work

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sumiink · 1 year

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Dannymay 2023 Masterpost

This was my first Dannymay! And, well, I only finished about half the prompts. But I like the stuff I did do so I’ll consider this a success! Hopefully Ectober will be better.

Individual pieces and prompts under the cut:

Day 1: Fantasy AU

Day 2: Backpack

Day 3: Blizzard

Day 4: Fractals

Day 6: Eclipse

Day 7: Weapon

Day 8: Electric Core AU

Day 9: Ghost Zone

Day 10: Bones

Day 11: Underwater

Day 13: Monster

Day 14: Seance

Day 15: Full Hazmat AU

Day 16: Fangs

Day 18: Grave

Day 21: Shatter

#Dannymay2023 #my art #masterpost #Sorry I didn’t finish I got busy

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scarletsaphire · 1 year

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Weapons Training: Dannymay 2023 Day 7

Maddie's sweet, darling Daniel died the day the portal opened. The thing that took his place told her so. She would not let her chance at vengeance get away from her.

TRIGGER WARNING: Body horror, non consensual body modification, torture, brainwashing, dissection, dismemberment

Maddie’s baby, her beautiful son, died two weeks ago, when the portal first turned on. Her Danny had been the sweetest, kindest, most caring boy. She knew this for a fact. He had been so sweet that even the thing impersonating him couldn’t keep it a secret. It had told her that Danny had died, and tried to convince her that it was Danny. She knew too much about ghosts, spent too long studying them, to be fooled by this imposter.

She had given him the acceptance he had asked for, until he had gone to bed (not to sleep. The creatures didn’t need sleep.) The fact that she had managed to put a cage together in less than 12 hours, one that could hold a ghost, was nothing short of a miracle. Her and Jack had spent the entire day working on it. She drugged it while it lay there, dragged it down to the cage, and locked it. She started taking samples. She would need them, if she wanted to avenge her son. And she would most certainly avenge him.

When the thing woke up, it was groggy and confused, slurring its words together. Maddie couldn’t understand most of it, didn’t want to understand it; it was using Danny’s voice, and she wanted her last memory of his voice to be his, and not some creature impersonating it. When it was able to talk properly, it pleaded with Danny’s voice, begged with Danny’s hands, bargained with Danny’s memories. “Please, mom,” it said, grasping the bars to the cage tight. “It’s me. I can prove it. Do you remember that time when…” it never got a chance to finish, because Maddie had grabbed its jaw and squeezed hard enough to bruise. (If he had been her son, he would have bruised. It did not.)

“Don’t you dare call me mother,” she hissed, nails digging into too cold flesh. “You killed my son. You took his place. And you have the audacity to continue to pretend!” Maddie saw red. When her vision cleared, her arms were scraped by clinging nails, a mass of flesh in her hands. The thing was bleeding from a tongueless mouth, red blood dripping down his cheeks and onto his chest. It cried tears with Danny’s eyes. She took those too.

The red concerned her. When she looked at it, it was blood. Danny’s blood. Was the thing piloting her son’s corpse? Had it not only stolen his soul, his image, but his flesh and blood too. If she was made of weaker stuff, she would have vomited. If she was made of weaker stuff, she would not have been able to see her child’s bleeding, mutilated face, eye sockets staring blankly, rocking itself back and forth in a cage in the basement. Maddie Fenton was anything but weak.

When she woke up the next morning, the thing had grown them back. It did not call her mother again, just repeated the mumbled phrase “please” over and over again. She could have ignored it, if she tried. She took his tongue out anyway.

She found Jazz down there that night, whispering to the thing. Jazz had tried to defend it, say that if she just listened, just put aside her biases for one minute, she would see that Danny was here. Different, but here. “Lies,” Maddie spit out. “It has forced lies into your brain. We’ve spent so long teaching you about ghosts, only for one with a familiar face to replace a lifetime of lessons?” Maddie pulled Jazz out of the basement with more force than she intended to. The basement door stayed locked from then on, the only key kept around Maddie’s neck.

Ghosts started to come through and cause problems. Ghosts besides the one that spent its days cowering in a cage, covered in blood and ectoplasm.This was a blessing in disguise. Sure, people were getting hurt, things were getting destroyed, people were leaving Amity in droves. But every time a ghost was spotted, it was Jack and Maddie that were called. It was the only time Maddie left the lab, to gather the ghosts that would wander the streets. The destruction would start after they’d arrived, but they’d always get the ghost, no matter the cost. She kept all of them. She would need them, for what she wanted to do.

Jack and Jazz left at the same time that the thing stopped bleeding red, and stayed in…she couldn’t call it its own body. It was still Danny, just with white hair and green eyes and the hazmat suit they had built together. The three of them had gotten into an argument the previous day. Jazz had insisted that she was a monster, for torturing her own son like that. Maddie had, of course, denied that it was her son. It wasn’t. It had killed her son and taken his body, his memories, his shape. It was the monster, not her.

She had expected Jack to back her up. He always did. Always in her corner, always on her team. It was one of the things she loved about him. But this time, he took Jazz’s side. “Even if you are right, dear,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. “I can’t keep seeing my son like that. Let the ghost go. Let Danny rest.”

Maddie couldn’t remember her response, only that it was fully of fury and grief and ended with her storming back down to the lab to continue to try and rip Danny’s form away from the thing. Whatever it was was that she said, it was enough that there was a note on the kitchen counters when she next left the lab.

“You’re scaring me, Mads. I’m taking Jazz to safety. When you’re yourself again, call. - Jack” There was a phone number at the bottom of the note. She didn’t bother reading it before tossing it in the trash.

The creature had stopped trying to talk or cry altogether. It was learning, which is more than she expected from a ghost. It was a pleasant surprise, even if it was replaced with the endless scratching of its nails against the stone floor. She let it go until his nails bled green, and it began to write words on the ground. Most of them were just begging for her to kill it already. She took its hands instead. All the thing did while she sawed through its wrists was whimper. For that, she took its tongue. She added them to the pile of body parts she had cut off that she didn’t have a use for.

It took two weeks of splashing the creature with an ectoplasm based acid for it to begin to fully lose Danny’s shape. Instead it didn’t take any shape, just a mass of not quite solid glowing green gunk. Occasionally, a limb would appear at the edges, before being sucked back into the amalgamation. Maddie smiled. She could begin the training, now. She started with the blob ghosts. She had amassed quite the collection of the weak things, storing them in thermoses that lined the walls of the lab and had started to climb the stairs to the ground floor. She opened the thermos and dumped its contents into the cage. “You know what to do.”

The blob ghost didn’t move. The blob of limbs didn’t either, for the first minute. Then it snatched the creature up in an impossible combination of fingers and feet and teeth. No hands. No tongue. No eyes. It had learned well. She did not reward the thing for its kill. Not melting it back down to nothing was reward enough.

The howling started that night. Howling didn’t quite describe it accurately, but Maddie doesn’t think anything really could. It wasn’t the sound of an animal or a person, and it seemed to carry throughout the house, throughout her body, no matter where she went or what she did. She had tried to douse the thing in acid again, demanded it be quiet, but the howling hadn’t stopped even as the thing wriggled in pain. She thought the pile of tongues was moving too. She left the lab for the first time in weeks.

The howling made her lose even more sleep, barely getting an hour every day. That was ok. Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw her son's face mutilated by her own hands, heard his voice pleading with her to stop.

The thing got stronger as she gave it more and more ghosts to tear apart. It hesitated less, until she barely had to uncap the thermos before it was pouncing at whatever thing resided inside. The humanoid ones had tried to run. They had been devoured by the amalgamation. Maddie smiled. She was getting close.

The ghosts had killed her son, and left this creature to kill her, she was sure of it. But Maddie Fenton was not weak. She would take the weapon they had planted for her, and she would use it against him. She would avenge Danny with the same force that had taken him from her, and then destroy it altogether. Her precious baby boy would not go forgotten.

#dannymay2023 #dannymay day 7 #danny phantom #maddie fenton #tw body horror #tw brainwashing #tw dismemberment #tw dissection #danny phantom fanfiction

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ashboy-3 · 1 year

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Lend a Hand?

Written for DannyMay 2023 Day 7 Prompt: Weapon Fandom: Danny Phantom Characters: Danny, Sam, Tucker, Dash, Paulina, Star, Kwan Words: 2252 Summary: The A-listers think that they should have a way to defend themselves in case of a ghost attack. Now Danny has to get involved

“You know something’s always bothered me about that time we saved our parents,” Star said out of nowhere, completely unprompted.

“You mean besides the fact that all of our parents were under mind control,” Kwan shot back as the blonde rolled her eyes.

“No! How did Fenton and his geek squad know what to do?” Star huffed as her three friends looked at each other.

“They clearly didn’t. Fenton bailed, remember,” Dash reminded them.

“Then how were they able to teach us how to use all of those weapons?” Paulina asked, curiosity getting to her as well.

“The girls do have a point Dash,” Kwan pointed out. “It makes no sense how the geek squad has all the training with the only weapons that can protect us.”

“Okay not the point of my question but you are on the right track,” Star pointed her pencil at the Asian jock, letting him beam proudly.

“We could always force them to teach us,” Dash shrugged.

“Or we could ask. Something tells me they're not going to teach us as easily as that,” Star pointed out as a unanimous decision was made between the A-listers.

The next day we see the most popular kids of Casper High knocking on the door to Fenton Works freely on their Saturday off and it was just their luck that the door was opened by the one and only Danny Fenton.

The teen looked dead tired (pun intended) with heavy bags under his eyes and it looked like he quickly put on the NASA hoodie and black sweatpants.

“What are your four doing here?” he glared, not fully opening the door for them.

“Watch it, Fenton! I’m not scared to stuff you in a locker on Monday,” Dash threatened as the ghost teen rolled his eyes.

“Dash if getting pushed into lockers really bothered me I would have done something by now,” Danny rolled his eyes as Star put a hand on Dash to calm him down.

“We were wondering if you could teach us how to use your ghost weapons?” she asked, clearly the smart one of the group as Danny’s eyes went wide with disbelief.

“Why do you need to be trained in ghost weapons,” Danny crossed his arms glaring at them.

“Maybe because we live in the most haunted town in America” Star shot back crossing her arms.

“Sorry, but I’m not in the business of training people who think to shoot first before asking,” Danny turned around to close the door, only for the female blonde’s foot to stop the door.

“Either you teach us or we make the last two years of high school hell for you,” she went back to the threatening.

“Maybe this hasn’t gotten through your thick ass skulls, but you four don’t scare me,” Danny hissed, pushing her leg out of the way and closing the door, surprising the four.

“That was-” Dash started, shock on all four faces.

“Surprising,” Paulina finished.

The group was still standing there in shock a minute later when the other two members of the geek squad rolled up.

“Oh great what are you doing here?” Sam asked distaste in her voice.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but we were wondering if the geek squad could train us in ghost weapons,” Paulina hissed.

Surprised when the two burst out in laughter.

“Oh my gosh! That is hilarious,” the two were almost rolling on the floor.

“What’s so funny?” Star asked, glaring at the two.

“Danny doesn’t train those who he thinks won’t listen to both sides of the story. You are not good candidates for him to train,” Tucker huffed, saying it as if it was the most obvious thing on earth.

“He doesn’t know that. He hasn’t given us any chances,” Kwan pointed out.

“This might come as a shock to you, but Danny can’t afford that chance,” Sam glared as she grabbed Tucker to pull him into the house, only to be stopped by Dash, of all people.

“Just talk to him to give us a chance? Please. We just want to be able to protect ourselves,” he looked down as the two looked at each other and sighed.

“Fine, we’ll talk to Danny. We don’t promise anything,” Sam said sternly as the four looked up in hope.

“I’ll contact you when we have his answer,” Tucker waved them out of the way as they walked into the house.

“It’s a stupid idea and they're going to get themselves or someone else hurt,” Danny hissed, eyes glowing green when Sam and Tucker bought it up.

“We know but we have to think about this logically,” Sam said, putting a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder. They knew they had to be cautious when Danny was in crazy ghost emotion mode.

“If we don’t train them they might find weapons themselves and hurt themselves anyway,” Tucker pointed out.

“They could hurt one of our friends or worse you,” Sam tried and it calmed Danny down enough for him to think logically.

“Fine, we will teach them the bare minimum. If they can’t meet tonight then I’m not doing it,” Danny huffed, knowing he was going to hate it, but agreed for his friends.

“Tucker said that Danny will teach us tonight. If we don’t show up then he’s not going to do it at all,” Star said reading the message, only slightly worried about the fact that the geek has her contact info.

“Why tonight? What if we had plans,” Dash complained.

“Then cancel. This might be our only shot. The only other time Danny offered to train us was when we were in a life or death situation and it was a quick thirty-minute lesson,” Star glared at him.

“Alright we’ll be there,” Dash said, deciding to go and get some Nasty Burger with Kwan for lunch.

“Oh great they made it,” Danny rolled his eyes as he saw the door to the empty warehouse open, well empty except for them.

“This place is creepy,” Paulina shivered.

“Deal with it. I actually made sure that this place was safe before bringing you in here,” Danny said as he mumbled something about fruit loops.

“We sure he won’t mind us using his place?” Tucker asked.

“I have him on a tight leash right now. He can’t do anything too bad without me knowing about it,” Danny assured his friend while the four looked confused.

“Alright. This is going to be the only time I teach you so pay attention and if I find out you didn’t listen I am not afraid of punching you into the ground,” Danny threatened, Dash and Kwan rolled their eyes at the treat, weak Fenton could never hurt them.

“You are to never run into a ghost fight. You are to never shoot a ghost without knowing anything. This lesson is not for those who shoot first and ask questions never. Do you understand?” Danny asked, eyes galring at each one individually.

“If you’re worried about me hitting Phantom, well I would never,” Paulina crossed her arms.

“I’m worried about you hitting any ghost. I know Phantom has done a lot of good work, but there are things that you don’t know. Phantom is not the only good ghost that comes over to this world,” Danny said harshly.

“Alright! We won’t shoot unless we’re sure,” Kwan said.

“You won’t shoot unless asked by Phantom, Tucker, Sam, or myself,” Danny restated.

“Not your parents?” Dash asked.

“My parents are smart, but their views are one-sided and they always don’t see everything from all sides,” Danny said sadly as a sigh escaped him.

“Alright. Here,” Danny handed them a small blaster gun. “It works like a normal gun. It doesn't harm humans so if you hit someone they will be fine, but it is a weird experience so I don’t recommend shooting each other for fun. We already set up targets for you,” Danny waved to where the targets were on the other side of the building. Tucker pushed a button and suddenly a few started to move.

“We have extras so go on. Once you think you can aim we’ll move to lipstick blasters and the smaller wrist ones,” Danny said, going to sit next to Sam and Tucker, fully keeping an eye on the four.

“We think we can handle the next step,” Kwan said after the four had hit their targets on point three times in a row.

“Sure,” Danny shrugged, taking the guns from them, not listening to their complaints as he handed them the wrist blasters. “These are smaller and you won’t always be able to hold them up to pure eye point to the aim is a little off. Also, stop complaining. I said I would train you, I’m not letting you keep them,” Danny yawned, passing out the next weapon.

“You good man?” Tucker asked as Danny sat back down.

“Yeah. Just tired. Clockwork has me running around the GZ like crazy. I was busy all last night then these four woke me up this morning right as I got home.”

“That sucks. You could always let us help,” Sam suggested.

“It’s mostly running errands. They want me take up the throne. I really shouldn’t but everyone is trying to push me for it. Says I’m the best one for the job. Now theirs an internal struggle. Half the council says I’m too young and not ready the other half say I have experience. It’s so exhausting,” Danny complained as blue mist escaped from his mouth, “speaking of exhausting. Mind watching the kids?” Danny asked.

“Go do your things man,” Tucker said.

“Yeah Danny we got this,” Sam said as Danny stood up to leave.

“Hey, Fenton we got these wrist things down,” Star yelled, waving the wrist thing calmly.

“Where are you going?” Dash asked, noticing the teen was about to walk out the door.

“Something came up and I have to take care of it real quick. Sam and Tucker are going to help,” Danny said quickly.

“But you said you were going to teach us,” Kwan complained, and it was too late as Skulker came through the roof.

“I was told you would be here whelp.”

“Oh great so now you’re stalking,” Danny rolled his eyes.

“It is called hunting not stalking!” Skullker yelled back.

“Whatever you say. You choose a bad day for this. Listen I had a long night last night, and was barely able to get rest today because I’ve been studying and then I had to teach these idiots,” Danny said, letting Sam throw him a gun as he jumped in the air, but right as he shot the gun another one went off shooting him in the side.

“DANNY!” Sam and Tucker yelled running towards him, Sam grabbing a lipstick blaster as Tucker typed quickly.

The two worked together and before they knew it Skullker was flying away while yelling about a purple-back gorilla.

“Is he hurt?” Kwan asked.

“I thought that it wasn’t supposed to hurt humans,” Paulina asked, the four now running towards the black-haired teen.

“Get away from him!” Sam yelled, trying to push them out of the way as she bought her backpack closer, the four could see a nasty burn on his right side.

“Tucker!” Sam panicked.

“On it!” Tucker yelled back, grabbing the green water bottle and making Danny drink it as Sam grabbed a first aid kit to start bandaging Danny’s wound.

“How is he hurt?” Dash asked.

“Who shot him?” Sam glared at the four, eyes burning bright with fury.

“Sam calm down. They just wanted to help,” Danny groaned, sitting up, Sam and Tucker’s pushing to make him lay back down not working.

“This is exactly what you said would happen! Now you’re hurt!”

“It’s fine. I can handle a weak blaster shot,” Danny assured her as the A-lister's eyes went wide. “It just surprised me was all.”

“Dude you took a nasty fall. You sure you’re okay?” Tucker asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Skullker can’t really do anything bad anymore. I’m defended now. I just let him have his fun,” Danny shrugged.

“Fenton, are you okay?” Kwan finally asked and Danny did feel bad seeing the worry on their faces.

“Yeah. Growing up around ghost biology in a not-so-contaminated environment made me contaminated. Some ghost stuff that should only work on humans hurt me as well. My parents can’t explain it, but what can you do,” Danny shrugged, starting to stand so he can pick the mess up.

“You’re lying,” Star accused, crossing her arms, the wrist blaster thrown off to the side in the middle of the chaos.

“If I am well then you can’t prove anything,” Danny smirked at her. “I think that’s enough lessons. If there ever comes a time when you need a weapon. I’ll give you four one,” Danny said, letting Sam and Tucker help pack their things away as they walked, i.e. flew, away.

The trio thought that they got out of the situation scot-free. It wouldn’t be till two months later when Danny was finally enjoying some peaceful sleep did he feel an annoying tugging in his gut and without time to think or change into Phantom he appeared in a summoning circle the faces of all four A-listers staring at him, three in shock, one in pride.

“Ha! Fucking knew it,” Star crossed her arms as Danny groaned, when did his life get this fucked up.

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