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Gotham-Amity Co-op AU

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“Alright, order.  Order.”

“Yeah, I’ll take a Triple Nasty with cheese, extra mustard and pickles.” Laughs rang out at Dash’s remark as everyone settled in to their seats.  Sam, who stood at the front of the room by a blackboard, just gave the quarterback a flat look while Danny and Tucker snickered at the teacher’s desk.  The group was meeting in an empty classroom at Casper since most were still Casper students, at least for another couple of months until graduation.  Jazz and Kyle, both of whom were attending school in Gotham, were dropping in to visit and attend the meeting.

“We are now beginning the first meeting for the Green Amity Co-o-”

“Oh, we are not calling it that!” Paulina cried out.  Sam’s eye twitched and started to glow slightly as those around the Latina nodded in agreement.

Jazz quickly stepped in.  “While naming something Green in a city that has a known meta Eco-terrorist might not be a good idea, we can discuss names later.  For now, let’s focus on more important matters for the co-op.”

“Right,” Sam sighed, releasing the tension in her shoulders.  “So has everyone had a chance to look over the info and pictures Jazz and Kyle were able to gather?”  Getting various conformations, the goth nodded. “Does anyone have any objections on using the building as a Gotham based co-op?”

“Not really.”

“Nope.” 

“None from me.”

“Okay, so we’ll put down an offer to buy the building,” Sam nodded before shuffling around some papers in her hands.  “Next on the agenda is rent.”

“Won’t we own the building?  Why would we need to pay rent?” Dash asked.  Kwan nodded while several others in the group just dropped their heads.

“Because we need to pay for things like utilities and taxes,” Valarie shot back, arms crossed as she stared down her former friend group.

“Not to mention that we should collect some money for potential repairs that will be needed in the future,” Wes added, nodding.  Dash turned and glared at both of them.

“As Val and Wes said, we may own the building, but we still need to gather money to pay for things like water, electricity, internet.  Things needed to make the building usable,” Jazz explained in a less condescending tone, mullifying the blond.

“So we need to figure out how much each utility is and split it between everyone, with a little extra on top to make a fund for repairs?” Danny clarified.

“That is a start, but some people will use more of some things than others.”

“Well, we can always start with it and adjust as we get a better idea of how much it costs and who uses up what amount,” Star said as she stood up and walked over to the board.  She picked up a piece of chalk and began writing down numbers.  “Do we know how much we have to pay for property tax?  From what I could find on the internet, the average cost of utilities in Gotham is about $118 a month, give or take.”

“That lines up with what I saw too, though that doesn’t include internet or phone plans,” Val nodded.

“Well, our phone plans aren’t likely to change, so we don’t need to worry about that.  Most internet plans start about $40 a month,” Tucker added.  Star nodded and added the 40.

“As for property taxes, given the building’s estimated amount, it would be about $15,900 a year, which is paid quarterly.”

Star continued writing.  “So 15,900 a year is 1325 a month.  We currently have 11 people, so that’d be 120.45 per person per month just in taxes.”

“So utilities plus internet and taxes would put us at about $242 a month.”

“Don’t forget insurance and repairs.  Gotham isn’t the safest place, what with all the supervillains,” Danny added.

“Never mind random ghosts dropping in just to fight Fenton.  We’re probably going to have to repair the place more often than the average,” Kwan nodded.

“Hey!  Don’t pin the property damage from ghost fights on me!  It’s mostly the GIW doing that!”

“We know, Danny, but you can’t deny that there are going to be at least a few ghosts that will come just to fight, and the GIW are likely to follow them.”  Danny crossed his arms and grumbled, but conceded.

“We should just double the amount we have for now.  That way we can cover the basics and have enough to cover anything that could come up, while most can afford it with a part-time job,” Tucker suggested.

“It’s a start,” Jazz agreed.

“And if we need to adjust it, we can always discuss it again,”Mikey pointed out.

“Alright, so all in favor of starting rent at $485 a month, raise your hand.” Sam counted the hands in the air.  Eleven.  “Very well.  Up Next: rules.”

“Oh come on!  We’re no longer kids and are going to college!  Why would you wanna create rules?!” Dash protested.

“Just because we’re adults now doesn’t mean that there aren’t still rules we have to follow,” Jazz responded.  “Pretty much any place you could live would have quiet hours and cleanliness requirements.  Plus I’m pretty sure there are places or things that you wouldn’t want others to mess with.” More grumbling was heard but no more protests.  “Now, from what I’ve observed and read on the internet, in general quiet hours are generally between 10-11 pm to about 8 am during the week, with it rolling back an hour on the weekends.  I don’t need it to be that strict, but I would like to have some quiet by the time I’m going to sleep.”

“What exactly do quiet hours entail?  Is it like a curfew?” Mikey asked, pushing up his glasses and looking at the two actual college students.

“Nah man, they’re just the hours you have to be quiet for.  Ya can do whatever ya want, so long as yer not disturbing anyone or keeping them up.  Just don’t do anything that’ll get the cops or Bats on ya, and yer good,” Kyle explained.

“Sweet!”

“So what should these quiet hours be?  Not going to lie, but midnight seems like a good start, especially if you have early morning classes,” Wes spoke up.

“Midnight is good for me.”

“Aw, but what if we want to have a party!”

“Well, if you start at 8, that gives you four hours,” Sam explained, raising her eyebrow.

“A 4 hour party seems to be enough, especially since not all of us would want to have a crazy party outside our door all night,” Val stated, glaring at Dash and Paulina.

“It seems common consensus is quiet by midnight.  What about when they end?”

“Well, most of us will likely have classes starting by 9.  Including travel time and getting ready, we’re likely to be up around 8 or so.  That’d give us 8 hours of quiet to study and fall asleep.”

“So midnight to 8 am for quiet hours?  Any objections?” None were made.

The meeting continued on in much the same way, with only a few protests to some rules, mostly related to shared chores and the creation of a chore schedule.  But these protests were quickly silenced by a glare from Valarie that slowly glowed a slight red the more protests were made.

“Alright, I think we’ve covered everything we set out for today’s meeting,” Jazz said, tapping some papers against the desk she sat at.  She took over the meeting as Sam grew more annoyed.  The goth was now sitting between Danny and Tucker, who were both offering small touches of comfort.  “Remember, if you have any questions, share them in the discord server.  And if you have any suggestions for a name, please feel free to send them to Wes, who will compile them into a poll so we can vote on them in a week.  Now, would anyone like to add anything else?”

A few mutters and shakes were the answer.

“Very well, that concludes this meeting.  Hope everyone has a good summer, and when we next meet, hopefully, it should be in our new building.”

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Did I seriously just write 1363 more words of set up? Yes, yes I did. I have no regrets. We should be in Gotham starting next chapter and get up to the shenanigans then.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there! I started writing this while I was baking a pie for my own mother.

I am going back and forth on whether Phantom Planet is canon or not, but either way, all of Amity Park knows about Danny in this, but not the outside world, and especially not the GIW. While I do read a lot of bad parent Maddie and Jack, I much prefer to have them as good parents that love and accept both Danny and his little clone/cousin/sister.

Sorry guys, but Bruce is not adopting either Phantom.

Again, feel free to leave suggestions for names for the Co-op, as well as for this little AU itself. Also, suggestions for shenanigans and powers our liminal teens might have outside just glowing eyes.

#liminal amity park #dp x dc crossover #more dp in this #just dialogue #so much dialogue and set up #i regret nothing #no beta we die like danny and jason #danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #dash #kwan #paulina sanchez #star #valarie gray #mikey #wes weston #kyle weston #amity park teens getting ready for college #part 2 of idk how many

[redrobin-detective]

The 101 Deaths of Danny Phantom

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One of the first things people learned about dealing with ghosts, other than not to try and date them, is to never asks about their death or obsessions. That doesn’t mean the citizens of Amity Park aren’t curious though, especially about their resident ghostly hero and the confusing and concerning comments he sometimes makes.

“Are you okay?” Phantom asked Maisie as she shook and tried to hold back tears after that car had almost slammed into her. She sometimes joked about getting hit crossing the street of her college campus to pay her obnoxious loans but it was another thing entirely to almost experience it herself. Maisie was nearly twenty, she shouldn’t be comforted by someone younger than her little step sister but here she was, shaking like a lead and leaning into Phantom’s comforting, chilly touch. 

“Sorry,” she stuttered, “thank you, I’m sorry I’m just-”

“Hey, it’s okay to be upset that was very scary. The thought of dying is very scary.” Through her adrenaline and her tears, she took in the ghost’s unnatural glow, his faded, barely visible appearance and the fact that he was floating a foot off the ground. Maisie knows this ghost, this boy, knows more than she ever could about death. 

“And getting run over by a car sure is a bad way to go,” the ghost kid chuckled awkwardly, taking his cold hand off her shoulder to scratch at the back of his neck. “You should see how my dad drives or my mom or my sister if she’s running late enough,” Phantom paused in thought. “No one in my family should have a license now that I think about it. Anyway,” he dismissed with a wave. 

“My sister and I were getting ready to head out to school and my dad was backing out of driveway too fast and didn’t see us and uh, luckily I got my sister out of the way in time haha,” Phantom trailed off awkwardly. Was it because of the uncomfortable conversation or because he noticed her dawning horror.

Her best friend ran the community college’s Phan club so Maisie was a member by default. Phantom’s death was sometimes talked about late at night, everything from wrongful murder to a freak accident. She never in her worst nightmares imagined being him being runover in front of his own house by parental ignorance. It was so normal, a quick mistake and a life lost.

“Oh my god,” he said with an adorable little green blush. “Why am I babbling about that? You almost got hit by a car, I’m probably retraumatizing you or something. I should probably go get the jerk who almost hit you,” he said before disappearing into thin air. 

“Tia is not going to believe this,” she whispered to no one. All she knew is that for the rest of her damned life she was going to look both ways when crossing the street. She’d seen first hand what a single moment of reckless driving could cause.

XxX

Matthew, not Matt or Matty or Hughie, Matthew shivered from the cold. He was only in his boxers with little Pacman on them. It had been fine when he’d gone to bed considering it was mid-August but Phantom and this stupid flaming mecha ghost had tussled outside the summer camp he was working at. He could see some of the kids snickering at his state of undress though he was just extremely glad they were alive enough to disrespect him like this.

“Oh man, I’m sorry,” the ghost kid said with big, sad eyes that looked so human despite the fact that they were literally glowing. He looked around at all the snow and ice left over from his fight. “Jeez you guys must be freezing, I wish I could warm you all up but all I can do is make things colder.”

“S’okay,” Matthew said through his chattering teeth. “Teaching the kids how to start a fire was supposed to be next week but we can get a jump on it.” That got a smile out of the ghost and within a half hour, the other counselors were distributing blankets and hot beverages to the kids clustered around multiple fires. They didn’t seem particularly upset by the potentially fatal attack, Matthew will breakdown about that at a later time when he was alone. For now, he just smiled as the children chattered happily with the ghost while he cleaned up as much of the damage as possible.

“So you spend all day fighting ghosts?” Zoe asked with stars in her eyes.

“A lot of the nights too,” Phantom nodded, “I do other stuff but yeah it seems ghost fighting takes up most of my time.”

“Where’d you learn those cool powers?” Zuri asked, miming a punch.

“Comes with being a ghost,” Phantom shrugged, “my ice powers came in later though so I still struggle a bit with them but I’m getting better every day.”

“Why ice though?” Morris said with his cocked curiously to the side. “I see some ghosts use fire or shadows, why do you have ice?”

“Ah that’s a little personal,” Phantom chuckled but his posture was easy despite the invasive question. “Specialty powers like my ice require special circumstances and a certain uh connection to the ghost. Someone like me couldn’t use fire or electricity or plants, ice is in my soul, it’s who I am.”

Matthew paused in drinking his lukewarm coffee as a horrible thought came to mind. He’s been an outdoorsman all his life, practically from the time he could walk. He’d been a deep woods camping guide for a decade before switching to working at summer camps. But the years working in the relative comfort of a stable camp didn’t erase his knowledge of how unforgiving and deadly the woods in the winter could be. A grown man, much less a young teen, would freeze to death in 20 minutes if it was cold enough. 

It made sense for ghosts to develop powers related to their deaths. Had Phantom been one of the dozens of unfortunate kids he read about every year who ran away in the middle of winter only to found later as a frozen corpse. He eyed the boy’s snow white hair and frigid aura he exuded with mournful trepidation. God, what a horrible way to die. 

“I’d get chilly with ice powers,” Tabby said with a shudder, she held out her cup of cocoa. “You want some of my cocoa to warm you up?”

“No thanks,” Phantom said with a soft smile that was warm despite everything. “The cold hasn’t bothered me for a while.”

XxX

Ghost attacks may be the norm but, if there was one good thing that came out of whole mess it was the fact that violent human crimes went down drastically. So when the rare murder did happen, the shock and fear rippled through the whole town. 

Stanford Newton had only been sheriff of Amity Park for eight months after the last guy had gone gray overnight and moved to Florida the next day. It was a daunting position but one he bore proudly. This wouldn’t be his first murder investigation having initially cut his teeth as a beat cop in Chicago but it would be the first in Amity. And it certainly was the first in which the dead served in an active capacity.

“Amanda Chastain, 27. Officially she was a waitress down at Spengler’s Diner but she’s been picked up for prostitution twice in the last year,” Stan said calmly, ignoring the cold, angry presence over his shoulder. “History of polysubstance abuse as well, not that either of those things mean she deserved this.” Used, beaten to death and then dumped in the trash like yesterday’s paper. 

He wondered if she’d come back a ghost or if she’d finally get some peace this world hadn’t offered her. “We don’t have many leads right now, I’m afraid. Acting illegally as they are, there’s not a lot of resources these poor girls have to turn to.”

“I’ll find them,” The Phantom said with blazing conviction, his voice thick and sharp as ice. “I’ll find and bring them to justice and make sure no one else is hurt again.”

“I believe you,” Stan nodded, shutting his notebook as he finally turned to face the teenage superhero haunting his town. He can’t say he liked what he saw. The Phantom looked even less human than usual, his aura flaring and flickering like the foggy mist before a heavy snowstorm. His unnatural green eyes glowered, painting his too young face in a terrifying light. 

The kid looked furious, clearly taking this death to heart. He’d read the Fenton’s memos about obsessions and such but this seemed beyond that. “But don’t hurt anyone to do it, or yourself while you’re at it.”

“I won’t, I’ll make sure they’ll face human justice and don’t worry,” Phantom gave a snarling smile. “No mortal can hurt me, not like this,” he growled causing the hairs on Stan’s arms and neck to stand on end. He flew off after that, presumably to track down Amanda’s killer.

“Not like this,” Stan mumbled to him, pulling out his handkerchief and wiping his brow where a cold sweat had broken out. “Jesus Christ that poor kid.” Stan had seen plenty of murdered and mutilated bodies in his lifetime, some of them even kids. He just never got to talk to them after they’d had their life forcibly snatched away. It would explain the ghost’s near fanatical determination to save others, why he took a stranger’s murder so personally. 

“I hope your own murderer is behind bars,” Stan said as he tucked his handkerchief back into his coat pocket. “Or even six feet under, for killing a good kid like you.” Stan made his way back to his squad car so he could head back to the station and move forward with the official investigation. But he’d eat his hat if there wasn’t a stammering lowlife there by tomorrow ready to turn themselves in.

 Maybe after all this was settled down, he’d delve into some of the cold cases stacked in the cellar. Maybe in there he’ll find a picture of a smiling, carefree teen who’d disappeared and returned with the power now to ensure no one else suffered as he had.

XxX

“Yes, I know about the Phantom,” Luis Oliveira will say to anyone who so much as brings up the ghost kid. Locals know better by now but the tourists eat it up every time. He twists his finely combed mustache and gestures to the floor where his audience is standing. “He died right there oh ten or eleven years ago.”

Luis has worked his way all across the the United States since he emigrated from Brazil in the 70s. He finally settled in Amity Park about twelve years ago. He’d never intended to stay in the small Midwest town but the fatal shooting of a young customer kept his little corner market open.

“He was a nice kid, always said hi to me and paid in exact change. Was big fan of the snacks I made, would stop by after school and take half my inventory. He had big brown eyes and a crooked nose,” Luis would smile at the memory before closing his eyes and frowning sadly. “One day, he came late. His teacher made him stay after to go over a failed test, I remember he complained. He was pulling out his money when robber burst in, demanding my money. I fumbled for the register key, dropped it. I bent down to grab it and I hear shots going off. Two over my head, another right into the boy’s throat.”

Luis will hear the sound of that sweet boy’s guttural choking sounds as he drowned in his own blood until the day he himself died. The robber left after the shot, Luis called the police and held the young man’s hand as he died. The would be thief were never found and Luis never did learn anything about the boy who’d died on his floor for getting hungry after school.

“As soon as I saw Phantom on the TV,” Luis would say, perking up after his moment of somber grief, “I knew it was that boy come back. Those kind eyes, I’d recognize them anywhere. He’s never come here but one day he will and I will be able to pass on my regret on not being able to save his life that day.”

XxX

“I think he killed himself,” Mikey whispered to Lester during lunch period, angling his voice low. “The jocks may love Phantom for his powers but I just know he was one of us, an unwanted nerd. I’ve seen him chatting up a ghost I’m pretty sure is Poindexter, Casper’s suicide kid. They’re probably bonding over their similar deaths and the circumstances that led to it.”

“That’s pretty dark,” Lester whispered back. “I also get unpopular vibes from him but I don’t think he’s the time do uh do that to himself; he’s too stubborn and protective. But I bet he was the victim of a prank gone wrong. Dash locked Fenton in the Janitor’s closet last Wednesday, he got out okay somehow but maybe something like that happened to Phantom. He always looks kind of annoyed at the A-listers, maybe they remind him of old bullies.”

“Nuh-uh,” Clara said, pushing up her glasses with her middle finger. “The ghost kid totally got electrocuted or something. He was fighting that weather ghost and he sent lightning bolts his way and Phantom flinched. He fought the Ghost King and yet a little electricity scares him? It might not’ve even been a lightning strike but something manmade like a machine backfiring or something.”

“Get real,” Mikey scoffed, sipping his milk with an eyeroll. “I’m sure we’d have heard about some poor kid getting zapped to death; this town isn’t that big.”

“We’d have heard about a suicide too,” Lester noted with a wry grin.

“Shut up Mr. I base my theories around Fenton who’s a known weirdo”.

XxX

“I’m telling you, the ghost kid died of some debilitating illness,” Abbie McMillian, retired school teacher and three year reigning champ at the Tristate area’s Daylily Competition. She sipped her tea and spoke with as much confidence as she had back in the day wrangling Amity’s impressionable youths. “The superhero thing is clear wish childhood fulfillment, a chance to live and be free like he never got to in life. You see how happy and carefree that young man looks while flying? Clearly he spent his formative years sick and weak.”

“No way,” Greta von Martin frowned as she aggressively stirred her own tea to show her displeasure. “I worked in a hospital for close to 30 years and I know what chronically sick kids look like and Phantom doesn’t fit the bill. I will agree he’s carefree when he’s not battling spooks but he acts like a stupid teen. I’m telling you, the boy got into his parent’s liquor cabinet or took a few too many of whatever pill was going around his school. Tragic but something that happens every day.”

“Greta, dearie,” Abbie said with a pinched frown. “We’ve been friends since grade school and I love you like a sister but you are wrong and until you admit it, I won’t share anymore of my recipes.”

“You’re just being stubborn because you can’t see what’s right in front of you even after working with kids half of your life, Abbie, love,” Greta sniffed. “And you can kiss my grandson’s help weeding you garden goodbye until you relent.”

XxX

Perhaps one of the most human traits is curiosity, especially about what comes after death. Now the good people of Amity Park know a great deal about the dead so the lives before is what attracts their attention and none so more than the ghost boy. Maybe it’s because he’s their hero or maybe it’s because he’s so young. Or perhaps it’s because Phantom is such a mess of contradictions that it’s very hard to guess how the unfortunate boy met his end. But everyone has their own theories, from the mundane to the fantastic, some with evidence backing them up and others pure poppycock. 

But for all their curiosity, as much as it burns them to know, they’ll never ask. They don’t want to risk the powerful ghost’s wrath but, moreover, it seemed in poor taste. The boy risked his afterlife to keep them safe, they couldn’t ask what traumatic and miserable circumstances had led to this point.

And besides, it was so much more fun to look up at ghostly figure as he sped through the skies and wonder.

#danny phantom #my writing #i made a headcanon post and immeaditly said 'i have to write this' #and then I did #tw: suicide mention #there is a non described background death of an OC #opinions are like assholes #everyone has one #and *everyone* has an opinion on how phantom died #some are reasonably close and some are waaaay far off #but they wonder and gossip and argue when the kid cant hear #its human nature

[darks-ink]

Absurdism Chapter 10

Jazz has some patented half-ghost self-doubt, Maddie catches on to Vlad’s sliminess, and Danny has trouble with names.

Rating: Teen/K+ (a lil swearing, because teenagers, man) Warnings: - Genre: Family, Hurt/Comfort Additional Tags: Sibling Bonding, Family Bonding, Alternate Universe - Halfa Jazz AU, Jazz makes friends

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Chapter 10: Maternal Instinct

“Jazz, honey?”

Jazz jerked awake—not that she’d been asleep, of course—and blinked blearily. It took her a moment to realize that her mom had yelled from downstairs.

“Yeah?” she called back, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Ugh. Being half-ghost was seriously exhausting. Maybe she should ask Phantom if it’s normal for her powers to cost so much energy.

“Can you come down, sweetie?”

She pushed herself to her feet, walking to the top of the stairs. “Yeah, Mom?”

“Pack your bags! I got an invite to a mother-daughter science symposium in Florida! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Jazz perked up further. “A mother-daughter science symposium? When is it?”

“This weekend. Don’t worry about homework—if you don’t have enough time to finish it, I’ll make sure to write a note for your teachers.”

“That sounds great, Mom.” Jazz grinned at her. Since she’d become half-ghost, she hadn’t spent much time around her family. Danny was always busy with Sam and Tucker, and her parents were so busy with all that ghost stuff… This was a great opportunity!

Her dad joined her mom, bumping her gently. Or, well. As gently as Jack Fenton could. “And, to make sure you’ll be protected from rogue ghost attacks on the road, I made this.” He held out an invention of some sort, a segmented metal belt with a lock in the front. “I’m calling it the Specter Deflector! It needs a little more work, but it’ll be ready before you leave. It’ll repel and weaken any ghost who comes in direct contact with you!”

Maddie took the belt, looking it over admiringly. “Ooh. Thanks, hon.” She pressed a kiss against his cheek. “You’re the best.”

“I’ll go pack my stuff!” Jazz shouted at them, already turning around. Look, she could fight ghosts all day, but watching her parents get all lovey-dovey? No thanks.

Besides, she could be sure they were distracted now. This was a perfect opportunity to go talk with Phantom, let him know that she would be gone for the weekend. Hopefully it wouldn’t be like last time, but, well. What were the chances that Vlad would ruin another family-bonding weekend trip for her?

She shifted to her ghost form with ease, turned herself invisible and intangible to fly the short distance to Phantom unnoticed. As usual, he was hiding on a rooftop nearby; it was still too early for him to patrol Amity.

“Hey Jazz,” he greeted her when she dropped her invisibility. “What’s up?”

“Mom got an invite for a mother-daughter symposium this weekend, so I was hoping you would be fine with covering the ghost attacks for me,” she explained. “I could really use some time to just… bond with my family.”

“Of course, always,” Phantom immediately assured her, before he frowned. “Wait. Mother-daughter symposium… Organized by DALV?”

“I… don’t know?” Her core thrummed with concern. “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

He shook his head dispassionately. “Try flipping the name around.”

“DALV… oh my god.” She groaned loudly. “Really, Vlad? God, I can’t believe I didn’t catch that. Is he going to attack Mom, or something?”

“Well, besides the fact that he’s going to crash your private plane conveniently near his mansion with no phone so he can woo Mom and convince you to join him?” Phantom shrugged, faux casual. “Nah, you two will be fine. But in my universe he used my absence to send vicious ghosts after Dad.”

“Oh.” She looked down, watched her feet shuffle uncertainly on the rooftop. “So you… won’t come with? Just to be sure Vlad won’t do anything?”

Phantom sighed, deep and pensive. “I… don’t think it would be a good idea. Dad made it through Vlad’s attack in my universe, but I’m not sure how. I just… I don’t want to risk it not panning out the same, y’know? Besides, you’re smarter than me, and more competent than me, and better trained than me. You’ll be fine. Trust yourself, Jazz.”

She made a face. Trust herself? She wasn’t half as competent a fighter as Phantom. There was no way she could stand up against Vlad, if push came to shove. “Yeah, alright,” she said anyway. “I get it. If I asked you to come along, and when we got back we discovered that… that.” She paused.

“Yeah, exactly,” Phantom said, clearly knowing what she was trying to say. “Look. I know that it’s… hard, to be half-ghost. Your only examples of other half-ghosts have years of experience over you, so you’ll always feel like you’re just… plodding along. That you’re not as good as them. I know. I remember what it was like. I’m pretty sure that, in my original universe, this was the weekend that I had planned to figure out duplication, because I felt so bad that Vlad could do it and I couldn’t. But trust me, Jazz, when I say you’re way better than I was.”

She scoffed disbelievingly.

“No, really.” He nudged her, gently. “Sam and Tucker and I were training, right? A general check-up on my powers, how good everything was, down in the lab. During the intangibility test I hit the wall at full speed, because I didn’t quite have a good enough grip on it yet. Forget making a decent shield. I know that it’s hard not to compare yourself to my current level, Jazz, but I’m still more than two years ahead of you. You’ll get there.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. It was more comforting than it had any right to be. “Besides, strength isn’t everything. Your greatest advantage over me will always be your intelligence, Jazz, and don’t forget it. Not everything is about punching your way out of a bad situation.”

“Alright.” And she tried to let herself believe it, really. “You’ve convinced me. If it comes down to it, I’ll fight Vlad with my smarts.”

“There you go!” He grinned at her, his green eyes vibrant and sparkling. “And I know just where to start! Let me know when Dad finishes the Specter Deflector, will you? I know how to tweak its coding so it ignores certain ecto-signatures, so I can make sure it doesn’t work on us.”

She smiled back. “That sounds great. Thank you, Phantom.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said. His grin was almost completely genuine.

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Jazz watched her Mom shear through some more plants with the machete she (apparently) had hidden in her boot. Phantom had said that they would be alright, but still… she wasn’t looking forward to whatever might come next.

Her mom gasped, and Jazz jerked her eyes back forward. In front of them laid a large building, ornate and grand.

Vlad’s mansion.

“Or maybe we could stay at this ritzy mountain chalet,” Maddie suggested, humor in her tone. “I’m open.”

Jazz opened her mouth to reply, but a horn honked and she shut her mouth. A golf cart pulled up, driven by no one else but…

“Vlad Masters?” Maddie gasped.

“Oh, what an amazing, unexpected, and totally unplanned surprise,” he purred back, leaning over the steering wheel. “Might I offer you two a stay in my luxurious chalet?”

Maddie laughed, climbing into the seat next to Vlad. “Well, if you insist…”

Looked like they were, in fact, doing this. Jazz rolled her eyes but climbed into the back of the golf cart, letting Vlad drive them back to the mansion. Even if Phantom was sure that Vlad wouldn’t harm her mom, she still intended to stay close and be sure. Although Maddie was wearing the Specter Deflector, so she would probably be fine. Assuming it worked, which, knowing her dad, wasn’t guaranteed.

Vlad led them into a large cozy room, with stupendously large chairs and hunting trophies all along the wall. Vlad was a hunter? Color her surprised.

“So, what brings you two to these parts?” Vlad asked, watching them wander around in the room. “Not that I am unhappy to see you two, of course, but we are quite far from Amity Park.”

Jazz watched her mom pull a book from a shelf, glancing through it. “You would never believe it,” Maddie said, not looking up. “We were on our way to this symposium, and our pilot forced us out of the plane right over your house.”

“Yes, what a rather convenient coincidence.” Jazz scoffed.

Vlad narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, you two are certainly lucky to have landed so nearby. But…” He slid closer to Maddie, leaning on the bookshelf next to her. “Maddie, I’m so glad you’re here. It gives me the chance to apologize for Jack’s behavior at our college reunion.”

“Wasn’t Dad possessed by a ghost?” Jazz asked, tone light. Her mom had barely even glanced at Vlad. “A filthy, putrid piece of ectoplasm?”

Vlad shot her another glare, his eyes briefly flaring red. He then turned back, snapping Maddie’s book shut and taking it out of her hand entirely. Rude.

“Well,” Vlad said laconically, “If he hadn’t been so weak, perhaps that never would have happened, hm?”

“Now, Vlad, Jack might be a bumbler, but he means well.” Maddie looked at him briefly, before turning back to the bookshelves.

Vlad rolled his eyes, sliding the book in his hands back into place. “I know, Maddie. And I’ve forgiven him for many things: causing the accident that ruined my life, stealing you, the backwash incident—”

“Whoa, back up.” Maddie jerked back to attention, her voice a little shrill. She was looking right at Vlad, now. “What was that?”

He blinked at her, innocently. “Causing the accident that ruined my life?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No, after that.”

“The… backwash incident?” he tried.

Maddie growled exasperatedly, gesturing with a hand. “No. In the middle!”

“Oh, the stealing you part?” Vlad’s eyes went big, like he’d been surprised, before leaning closer to Maddie. “Ah, you always could see right through me.”

Jazz was pleased to see her mom jerk backwards, looking rather uncomfortable. Unfortunately, Vlad didn’t leave it at that.

“Oh, Maddie, I’m just going to come right out with it. Please dump Jack and stay here. You and Jazz both can. What do you say?”

It was like her mom had been frozen solid. Her hands had balled into tight fists, her shoulders hard and tense. She looked a second away from punching Vlad.

“Jazz,” Maddie said, voice low and flat, “Come on, we’re leaving.”

And leave, she did. Maddie whirled around, stomping back towards the exit of the mansion. Jazz quickly followed after her, shooting a worried glance towards the windows. It had gone dark outside. They would have to rough it through the night anyway.

Hurried footsteps chased after them, but Vlad stopped in the doorway.

“Mark my words, Maddie!” he shouted after them, his voice loud in the quiet woods. “Nobody says no to Vlad Masters! You will rue the day that you spurned my affection!”

“What a creep,” Jazz muttered under her breath.

They wandered deeper into the woods, where her mom set up a camp with frightening efficiency. Before Jazz knew it, a wooden shelter had been set up, and a campfire roared in front of her.

Maddie sat down next to her, the light of the fire glinting off of her metal belt. “Jazz, this weekend certainly isn’t turning out like I planned. But we’re spending it together, and that just means the world to me.”

Carefully, she placed her hand on Jazz’. It tingled, slightly, a barely-there buzz. Jazz supposed that the Specter Deflector picked up on the ambient ectoplasm around her.

“I know,” she told her mom, smiling softly. “I’m glad that we’re out here together, too.”

“Let’s just get some sleep, and we’ll figure out what to do next tomorrow.” Maddie stood up, grabbing both sleeping bags and dragging them into the shelter.

Jazz followed her, taking her own sleeping bag and lying down. “Good night, Mom.”

“Good night, Jazz. I love you.”

She smiled, softly, her eyes closed. “Love you too.”

Of course, the peace didn’t last. Jazz had barely closed her eyes before her core stirred, her ghost sense misting out of her mouth.

She was just considering if she could get away with taking care of it without her mom noticing when a loud roar broke the quiet. Maddie jerked upright immediately, her head turning towards the entrance of the shelter. Jazz followed her gaze, and, oh.

In the opening of the shelter, she could see a short, curled leg, with enormous claws. It looked like a bear’s, except that this bear glowed and had bright green fur.

“Ghost,” her mom muttered unnecessarily. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Uh. Okay?” Jazz stayed hunkered down, watching her mom dig through her utility belt, before she pulled out a faintly glowing rope. “You have weapons in there?”

“Of course I do.” Maddie raised a questioning eyebrow. “But this is just phase-proof rope. I’ll tie it down and make sure there aren’t more.”

“Sounds good,” she said. And it did, she supposed. She just had to trust her mom to handle it. It would be fine, right? Maddie was an experienced ghost hunter. She could handle a single animal ghost.

Maddie jumped out of the shelter with the rope between her hands, tripping up the ghost in the same movement. For a brief moment, Jazz could see the whole animal. It really was a bear, except even bigger than regular bears, with six arms and bright red eyes.

Before she could consider jumping in and helping, her Mom had the animal pinned. The Specter Deflector buzzed loudly, sparks dancing over Maddie’s jumpsuit and into the bear. She tied it up with the ecto-rope like it was nothing.

Huh. Looked like the Specter Deflector worked fine. That was good to know.

Jazz crept out of the shelter as well, sidling up close to Maddie. “Mom, that was awesome!”

“Oh, Jazz, thank you.” Maddie smiled down at her, lit by the dying fire. For a moment, Jazz’ core felt full, rumbling pleasantly.

And then her ghost sense went off again, and she just barely held in the cold mist that formed.

Luckily—or was it?—she didn’t need to figure out a way to warn her mom, because another animal ghost pushed its way through the bushes, growling loudly. And another. And another. And, oh boy, another.

“That’s… a lot of them,” Maddie said, slowly. She reached down in her belt with one hand. “Jazz, are you ready to move?”

“Uh huh.” She shuffled a step or two back, away from the ghosts. They growled louder in response.

There was no way they could outrun a wolf, ghostly or not.

“Let’s go!” her mom shouted, sprinting away. Jazz waited a beat before following, tugging on her core and hoping this stupid plan would work. She hadn’t practiced using her powers in human form much, and by god did she regret it now. Definitely something to work on when she was back in Amity.

Her core churned loud in her chest. Behind her, the clearing grew brighter, like the fire had been stirred up, casting their immediate vicinity in golden light.

The ghost wolves behind them yelped as they ran into her shield, feeble as it was.

Jazz kept running.

Eventually they came to a stop, the clearing around them dark. Jazz looked around warily, but her core remained still. Even with her enhanced vision, it was hard to make out details.

“I think we got away from them,” she said, breathing heavily. “We need to figure out a way to call Dad. Or to leave, at least.”

“As much as I hate to say this,” Maddie admitted, “I think we should go back to Vlad’s.”

Jazz jerked, her eyes flying to her mom. “But— He said all those terrible things about Dad!”

“We both know he’s a creep. But he’s a creep with a phone and transportation.” Maddie sighed, then unlocked her Specter Deflector.

Before Jazz could stop her, the belt clicked closed around her own waist.

“Here. This will keep you safe if those ghosts come back.”

“Right. Um. Thanks, Mom.” She watched as the key was tucked back into Maddie’s utility belt. “Uh. Do you know which way Vlad’s mansion is?”

---

Danny’s ghost sense went off, and he immediately perked up. Several animal ghosts stormed over the streets towards FentonWorks.

“Looks like it’s showtime,” he grumbled, pushing himself to his feet. He shifted into Phantom mid-step, jumping off of the roof when he reached it.

The ghosts had made it before he could, so Danny turned himself invisible when he phased inside. And boy, was he glad he did, because Jack stood armed and ready. The entryway around him was splattered with ectoplasm, the remains of earlier ghosts.

Danny darted around him, figuring that Jack could handle the downstairs, and he would take upstairs. He turned the corner and dropped his invisibility, figuring he’d better preserve his energy.

Another ghost phased through one of the upper walls, rabbit-like. Y’know, if rabbits were bright green, the size of a dog, and armed with tusk-like teeth.

He charged an ecto-blast, hitting the animal square in the side. It thudded against the wall, immediately dissolving into ectoplasm. Ah, yes, that was right. Vlad’s little animal critters were incredibly unstable.

Man, this was bringing back some unfortunate memories.

Two boars phased through the ceiling, and Danny gladly blasted them, too. Their ectoplasm splattered onto the ceiling, and he grimaced. Whoops. Sorry to whoever would have to clean that up.

“What are you doing?”

He froze, then turned around, slowly. Plastered a sheepish grin onto his face. “Uh. Saving your dad?”

“Yeah?” Danny Fenton asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “By splattering ectoplasm everywhere?”

He shrugged. “Kinda. Vlad sent a bunch of unstable animal ghosts here to kill Jack. I dunno how Dad survived them in my own universe, but I figured I would lend a hand here.”

“Vlad… Vlad Masters?” his alternate universe version asked, and oh yeah, he hadn’t mentioned that part before, had he? “Ugh, never mind. Where’s Dad?”

“Downstairs.” His core coiled, and he breathed out blue mist on his next exhale. “Oh, here they come again.”

Other Danny nodded, ducking past him and rushing towards the stairs. “You’re an idiot if you think Dad made it through a fight like this alone.”

“What? There was no one— oh. Duh.” Danny shook his head, turning to follow his human counterpart. “Jazz must’ve helped him.”

“If she could, so can I.” He didn’t even blink when Danny turned himself invisible again, rushing down the stairs and entryway.

They were just in time to watch two bird-like ghosts divebomb Jack, knocking the weapon out of his hands. Danny jerked upwards to avoid it, but human Danny jumped and caught it.

He glanced downwards at it, then back at the ghosts, a determined expression on his face. He put a finger on the button, then rushed towards the ghosts. Danny made a face but followed right behind, ready to blast away the ghosts if necessary.

His human counterpart pressed the button, revealing the invention to be the Jack-o’-Nine-Tails. He managed to tangle the ghosts in the cables, slamming them both against the floor. They destabilized in one hit, their ectoplasm splattering on the floor and walls.

“Wow!” Jack exclaimed, pushing himself to his feet. “Good job, Danno!”

Danny ignored the curdling in his stomach. It wasn’t his dad, and he wasn’t praising him.

“Thanks Dad,” Danny’s voice answered. “Here, take this back. You got an ectogun for me, or something?”

He didn’t want to stay close, but… he was the only half-ghost here. If anyone had to take any hits, or shield the others, it would be him.

Besides, he had kind of accidentally dragged this universe’s version of him into this. Jazz would end him if he got her brother killed.

Still, he could break from them while those two searched for weapons.

There were more ghosts upstairs, and Danny occupied himself for a while blasting those apart. A bear, oversized and six-armed, lunged for him, and Danny raised his arm to blast it away.

A green bolt of ectoplasm flew past him, hitting the animal before he could.

He froze, looking over his shoulder to find… ah, human Danny, of course. He’d swapped his clothes for a jumpsuit, close-fitting but bright orange. Not his own, then. In his arms, he held a large ectogun.

“I had it,” Danny grumbled at him, rolling his eyes.

“Sure you did,” his human counterpart said, lightly. “Let me get a few shots in too, will ya? Someone’s gotta have Jazz’ back when you leave.”

And, ugh. He had a point there.

“Alright, you take point, then.” Danny flew back, hovering over the ghost hunter. “I’ll shield you if necessary.”

“Sweet,” other Danny whistled, a grin on his face. His ectogun whined, then shot another brilliant green bolt, blasting apart the ghost that had just phased through the wall. “You got some way to track these guys?”

“Kinda. I can sense ghosts, and direction if I focus, but nothing really solid.”

“Good enough.” Human Danny heaved his gun onto his shoulder. “Let’s go back downstairs. Try to stay out of sight, will you?”

“Was already planning to.” He followed the other down the stairs, turning himself invisible. “I’m not jumping to get shot by your dad.”

To his credit, human Danny did try to avoid Jack; they mostly fought in separate rooms. And Danny didn’t have to interfere all that much, either. He blasted the occasional ghost, when it tried to attack the others from the back, but not much else.

Well, not until another enormous bear showed up. Danny had just blasted away a ghost from over the other’s shoulder, and thus hadn’t been watching their back.

The bear’s roar shook the walls, and they both whirled around towards it.

“Oh shit,” human Danny whispered, hauling his gun upwards. They both knew it was too close for the shot to fend it off, though.

Danny raised his hands, dropped his invisibility, and poured all his energy into his hands. The shield that formed might’ve been his fastest ever, and it was just barely fast enough.

The ghost thudded against it, claws scraping over the shield’s surface.

“Holy shit,” he heard whispered behind him, as he strained to hold the shield.

“Get ready to fire,” he snarled back, not turning to look. “I’ll push it away, but I can’t fire that soon.”

“Ready,” he heard, and then he shoved. His core spluttered, but the bear was knocked back into the wall. An enormous blast of ectoplasm followed it, hitting the bear right in the chest. It burst apart, coating the entire living room wall with ectoplasm.

Danny panted with the effort. His core churned, but it quickly recovered, ready for another bout of fighting.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he assured the other Danny, flapping a dismissive hand. “I’m just… not used to making shields that quickly. And, to be honest, it’s been a while since my last endurance fight.”

The other watched him for a moment longer, a worried crease to his brow, before he nodded. “Alright, well. Let’s get back to it, then.”

They fought off several more ghosts, darting around Jack where necessary, before the quiet fell in FentonWorks. Danny watched as his human counterpart leaned against the kitchen table, panting, the gun loosely held in his hand. He looked up when his dad entered the kitchen, the man’s eyes settling on him.

Oh, uh, whoops. He must’ve dropped his invisibility somewhere along the line.

“Phantom,” the man boomed, and Danny flinched back, inadvertently hiding behind human Danny.

But Jack didn’t raise the Jack-o’-Nine-Tails he held in his hand. Just looked right at him.

“Uh, hey?” he finally said, realizing that his dad wasn’t going to say anything else.

Jack’s eyes slowly swept over him, then over the human he was hiding behind, and then back to Danny.

“Alone today?” Jack asked, and it took Danny a moment to realize what he was trying to ask.

“Uh, yeah.” He shrugged loosely, vaguely shocked at how civil this conversation was. “Specter is my sister, but we’re not, like, glued together.”

Jack nodded, seemingly pleased, and stepped forward. And then… put his weapon down on the kitchen table, too. Right in front of Danny.

“Um,” he said, before he could stop himself. “Are you sure you should be putting that down?”

“Planning on attacking me, Phantom?” Jack raised a questioning eyebrow.

“No, but there are probably more ghosts around.” He floated away from human Danny, cocking his head at Jack. “Why aren’t you… y’know?”

“You two are not nearly as subtle as you seem to think.” Jack’s eyes wandered back to his actual son. “I don’t trust you, Phantom, but I’ve seen you in here. Seen you shield my son, and watch his back. I know my Danny, and he’s not that good a ghost hunter.”

Said son huffed and rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I have any experience with it.”

“Oh,” Danny said, shuffling mid-air. “Well, um. Thanks, I guess?”

Quiet fell for a moment, before human Danny elbowed him in the side. “Not to disturb the peace or anything, but are we actually clear?”

“Uh, hold on.” Danny stirred his core up again, trying to cast out his ghost sense. He hadn’t had much practice with it, using his ghost sense as a radar of sorts, but it was a useful skill to have. He tasted the air, the pulse of cores. “No, not yet. There are a few still around.”

“Well, back to the grind we go.” The teen pushed himself away from the table, raising his gun back up. “Lead the way, Phantom.”

“Hold on,” Jack interrupted them. He grabbed his weapon as well, eyes settling on Danny. “You can track them?”

“Built-in ghost sense,” Danny explained with a shrug. “Usually it just warns me when other ghosts are close, but I can track ones that are close if I really try.”

Jack nodded, then gestured, a grin wide on his face. “Let’s go get them, boys.”

---

Maddie knocked on the door, and Jazz plastered on her most pleasant smile. Vlad opened the door with a startled expression, but quickly smoothed it over with a—frankly slimy—grin.

“Maddie, Jasmine! You have returned to me,” he greeted them, unnecessarily cheery.

He stepped aside to let them in, but Maddie pressed forward a little further than she normally would have. “Jazz, honey, why don’t you go somewhere else while the adults talk?”

“Sure thing,” she replied, creeping past the two of them, practically unnoticed. Vlad’s eyes had settled on Maddie, and only Maddie. “If you need me, I’ll be over there.” She gestured vaguely, but neither noticed.

She watched as her mom smiled coyly at Vlad, and grimaced as she ducked into a different hallway. She wanted to use the opportunity to search for a phone—her ghost powers would make it quicker than her mom could—but she didn’t know if the Specter Deflector would activate if she did.

Well, actually. Might as well go look on foot, right? She would just stick somewhat nearby, so she could check in if Maddie needed her to take over distraction duty.

Her search of Vlad’s mansion was quick, but bore little fruit. Vlad didn’t have a single phone in the whole building! There were several vehicles, though, which they might be able to borrow if Vlad wasn’t around.

She returned to the hallway she’d been hiding in earlier just in time to see her mom ducking around the corner.

“No phones anywhere, but there’s a bunch of different vehicles that we could maybe borrow,” Jazz whispered as she slid up to Maddie. “ATVs, cars, a helicopter… but no phone.”

Her mom made a face. “I want to take a look around, just to be sure. Why don’t we meet up at the helicopter in fifteen minutes, and we’ll use that if I can’t find anything better.”

“Alright. I’ll keep Vlad distracted for you.”

Maddie nodded, then headed off through the doorway. Jazz hung back for a moment, sorting through possible plans of approach.

There was no way that Vlad would just let them leave, so she had to take him out. There was no way she could take him in a fight, though. Not a fair fight, at least. But according to Phantom, he had beaten Vlad by using Vlad’s own invention, a taser which shorted out their powers. She just had to take it from him, and, well. Intangibility made for easy pick-pocketing, as much as she hated to admit it.

She turned around the corner, smoothing out her hair and returning her nice-girl smile to her face. “Hey, um, Uncle Vlad?”

Vlad was sitting on a couch in front of the fireplace, but he looked up from the book in his hands when she spoke up. “Oh, please, Jasmine, don’t try to butter me up. Mentor or not, you’re hardly a threat to me.”

“How can you say that?” She blinked large wet eyes at him, her tone as soft and innocent as she could make it. “You think my mom made the decision to come back on her own? We’re a family. We both talked about it, and I want to stay here with you too.”

Vlad visibly brightened up, his eyes turning suspiciously wet. “Really? You don’t mean…”

“Yes, I do.” She pushed down her roiling gut, the feeling she had to puke just for talking sweet to this man. She apologized internally to her dad for what she would have to say next. “Come on, give me a big hug, new Dad!”

The man grinned widely, immediately dropping the book and approaching for the hug. She wrapped her arms around him first, turning one hand intangible to dig through his pockets. Around her waist, the Specter Deflector buzzed louder and louder, the feeling of static dancing over her skin.

Vlad screamed, immediately letting her go. Electricity still darted over his skin, his suit scorched in places.

Jazz tucked the hand with the taser behind her back.

“You little rat!” Vlad snarled at her, his eyes flashing red. “You tricked me! But you’ve underestimated me! I don’t need to touch you to fight—”

He frowned, suddenly, hand patting at his empty pocket.

“Wow, were you really going to fight me as Plasmius?” she asked innocently, folding her hands behind her back. “Even though my mom might come back any moment?”

Vlad growled, stepping closer to her again. He raised a hand, glowing pink ectoplasm swirling around it. “You underestimate my power, little girl!”

She cocked her head, smirking at him. “Do I?”

Suddenly she darted forward, pressing the taser against Vlad’s side. She held down the button, watched as the ectoplasm around his fist fizzled out again.

“How about now?” she asked, pulling the taser out of his reach. “That shorted out your powers for three hours, didn’t it?”

Vlad blinked at her, frizzled and clearly surprised. “How do you know about— No, never mind. Because, Jasmine, you’ve forgotten about one more detail!”

He whistled, the sound loud and echoing. Jazz’ core stirred with her ghost sense as several animal ghosts phased through the floor, grouping around Vlad.

“Get her!” the man commanded, pointing at her.

“Me?” She pointed a finger at herself. “But why would they be mad at me? I’m not the one who made their pelts into wall art.”

She gestured at the hunting trophies on the wall, the bearskin on the floor.

The animal ghosts turned back to Vlad, growling and snarling at him.

“Go on, get him,” she encouraged them, and the mob of ghosts lunged at Vlad. The man swore, immediately racing for the door.

Maybe not the most polite way of handling this conflict, but, well. Sometimes you needed to use a little more force.

She glanced at the clock, made a face. Time to head up to the helicopter and get out.

Jazz met her mom on the helipad. “Any luck?”

“No. Looks like we’ll be borrowing Vlad’s helicopter. Where is he?”

“I asked him already. He’s alright with it.” She grinned innocently as they climbed into the chopper seats. “And, Mom? It was a little unconventional, and definitely not what we planned, but… I’m glad that we got to spend some time together.”

Maddie smiled back, soft and warm and genuine. “Oh, Jazz, that’s so sweet.”

The helicopter roared to life around them. Amity Park was waiting.

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #phanfic #dp fanfiction #phanfiction #fanfic #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jazz phantom #halfa jazz au #dark writes #absurdism #*shrugging emoticon*

[lonely-bored-writer]

Casper High Ch. 1

Fandom: Supernatural & Danny Phantom

Summary: Sam Winchester had experience many different things in his life, it came with the family business. Different schools, people, and motels every week. However, he never quite met anything like the enigma that is Danny Fenton.

Sam Winchesters has been to many different public schools, ranging from terrible to decent to great. He had gone to countless schools all over the United States, joining during different times throughout the school year. There was the school in Florida, where he got in a fight every week. Then there was the one in Maryland where he was able to go unnoticed his whole time. So, you can say Sam knew a thing or two about surviving in a new school as the new kid.

He's been to Illinois before, this wasn't much of a difference. However, he's never heard of this particular town- Amity Park. It was a strange, small town where locals kept mostly to themselves, nothing odd about it... if you ignored the red brick building with a neon 'Fenton Works' sign protruding from the side and a UFO like thing attached to the roof. They were the resident 'ghost hunters' and they were someone his dad wanted to consult with for a case a few hours over in the neighboring state.

Not that the younger Winchester can complain, he did very much enjoy when it was just Dean and him. He missed school lunches with Dean, the older Winchester had actually graduated two years ago, when Sam was starting freshman year. It's his second year going to high school on his own so he can't say he minds all that much anymore.

The one annoying thing about new schools is learning where everything was located again. Every school was different, different winding hallways and room placements. Being the new kid always entailed getting lost.

That's what Sam Winchester was doing in his search for his homeroom, English 3 with a Mr. Lancer. It was then that he saw it, the sight of a small group of people causing him to pause in his search for his class. Sam was not unfamiliar with bullies, having dealt with a few in his time but this was totally new. He couldn't help but note the almost bored look the smaller teen had as four jock looking kids pushed him around, spewing insults at him as they did.

Sam wasn't one for giving bullies the satisfaction of pulling emotions from him, but he couldn't even think that someone would look so passive throughout the whole thing. Kids always had a tick- something that would give away their emotions, but this odd kid had none. Sam stayed behind the corner, waited until the jocks had actually fully shoved the kid into a locker and stumbled off to do god knows what. Sam had made up his mind as he made his way over to the locker. He could always play the 'lost new kid' card if he needed too.

"You alright in there?" Sam calls once he reaches the locker, already messing with the lock to unlock it. He hears a soft yelp and thump inside the green metal box. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Sam apologizes, finally opening the locker to see the shorter teen. Sam must say, he is surprised to see that he was nine or so inches taller then the small teen.

"Uh, it's okay." The teen mumbled as he stumbled out of the locker, and pulling out his bag. He then turns to Sam with a hesitant smile; Sam spotting the hidden flecks of worry in the bright blue eyes. "I'm just not used to people finding me so quickly."

"I was turning the corner when they locked you in." Sam offered an apologetic smile. "I'm Sam by the say, Sam Winchester." Sam didn't miss the barely-there flinch the teen gave.

"Danny, Danny Fenton." Danny greeted, shaking the hand the Winchester offered. It was then that Sam noticed just how thin the teen was, and the dark eye bags that rested under bright eyes. "Are you new?"

"Um, yea. That obvious huh?" Sam chuckled, smiling when the teen laughed as well. Before he dawned on him he could use help finding his homeroom. "Do you know where 415 is? English 3 with Mr. Lancer?" Danny's eyes brightened at that.

"That's actually my next class." Sam couldn't help his eyebrows rising in surprise- if he had to guess he would have said Danny was a sophomore not a junior. Danny only chuckled, tugging on the sleeves of his stripped jacket. "Yea, I know. I'm small for junior, but I'm seventeen. Anyways, we can walk together if you'd like?"

"That'll be really nice, thank you." Sam smiled politely falling into step with the scrawnier teen.

"Why would you even move here?" Danny broke the short silence that had settled, glancing over to the taller boy as they walked. "People don't normally come to Amity Park willingly."

"My dad's job needed us stay here for a few weeks." Sam responded, continuing before the teen could ask he's next question. "He buys, fixes, and sells unique cars."

"That's pretty cool." Sam was surprised to see Danny was being genuine with his words. As they slowed in front of a door, Danny took a deep breath. "We're here brace yourself." He warned before opening the door and walking it. Sam felt confusion run through him when he saw the classroom was pretty civil. No bracing needed.

"Mr. Fenton. What a surprise, you're only fifteen minutes late to class." Came the annoyed greeting from the overweight teacher standing up front with a book in hand.

"I was showing the new kid to class." Danny shot back as fast as Lancer had greeted them.

"Ah, you must be Samuel Winchester." Lancer greeted, a warm smile replaced his scowl. "I hope all is going well, you may take a seat next to Daniel." Lancer motioned a hand to the rows of desk, Sam followed behind Danny quietly taking a seat to the desk the smaller teen motioned to. Sam saw it the moment Danny sat down, a kick jolted his chair forward and slammed his stomach into the desk. Sam was a little surprised by the forced used in the kick considering the desk and chairs were attached to each other.

"As I was saying, in Shakespeare's play 'the taming of a shrew', Shakespeare makes it quite evident that without Katherine being wedded off that Bianca will not be able to. You can find this quote in Act II, scene 1. As it reads..." Sam glanced over to Danny who seemed to look up at the exact moment, the smaller of the two offering a sympathetic smile before the two pretended to pay attention- Sam only pretending because he's already read this exact play four times.

When lunchtime rolled around, Sam was a little more than confused. The school only had two lunch periods, which meant half the school should be littered through the cafeteria and the courtyard. However, it seemed only a quarter of the students were on campus.

"Most of us have lunch off campus." Sam jumped, turning to see Danny who offered up a small smile. Since homeroom, Sam hasn't seen much of Danny in the two periods the followed just a small glimpse of him turning the corner most of the time. "I eat at the Nasty Burger, you can join me if you want, it's in walking distance." Sam hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"As long as it doesn't live up to it's name." Sam agreed, pulling a laugh from Danny.

"Don't worry, it's the best fast food joint here." Danny responded as the duo made the seven-minute walk to the Nasty burger.

"This is the first school I've gone to that let's us eat lunch off campus." Sam confessed, eyes trained on the small joint that did have teens in it.

"Casper High is kind of an old school like that. None of the parents complained about kids skipping after lunch so they kept it. Plus the food served here would make other school's look like they served five star food." Danny responded, shuddering at the last part. The duo put in their orders and Sam was relatively surprised when warm food was ready for them under five minutes. He let Danny lead them to a small booth at the corner of room, eyes scanning over all the students he's seen around school already.

"So, what do your parents do?" Sam asked, Danny glanced up from his burger before answering.

"They're scientists." Danny responded, and Sam had a clear feeling that the other teen was keeping some things to himself. "They invent a bunch of things, and work with a tech company called Dalv Co., which is owned by my parent's old college friend."

"That's cool." Sam smiled. The more Sam got to know Danny, the more confusing the teen was. Most kids would brag about their scientist parents working for a billion dollar company. "Any siblings?" That seemed to do it, Danny's face brightened instantly.

"I have a sister Jazz, she's two years older." Sam couldn't help but smile at the fondness in his words and his smile. "She's also in Michigan. She got a free ride to MIT."

"A free ride? She must be really smart." Sam said, words coated with awe.

"It's because she is such a good student and for her great psychology work." Danny paused, seeming to remember something before he turned his attention back to Sam. "What about you?"

"An older brother, Dean. He's actually four years older." Sam laughed at Danny's shocked face. "He helps my dad out with his mechanic business and stuff."

"Wow four years... what that would make him..." Danny paused, glancing up. "Twenty one, that's cool."

"Not as cool as some would think." Sam chuckled, thinking about the few ways Dean's age didn't work in his favor. "He refused to buy me alcohol." Sam gave a clearly exaggerated sad sigh at the end, pulling a loud laugh from the other teen. Sam soon joined in, smiling. He was happy he was able to make a friend today, even if he isn't staying long.

Sam grinned when he approached Danny who sat at the curb, his smile slipping slightly when he noticed how sad the teen looked. A honk pulled his attention away from Danny, eyes finding his brother leaning against the impala, smiling at Sam with a wave. Sam smiled back, before nodding his head to Danny and holding a hand up as a hold on motion, receiving a nod from Dean who took a seat in the driver's side.

"Hey Sammy." Danny greeted with a smile when Sam stopped next to him.

"Hey Dean. Oh Danny?" Sam smiled, before glancing over to his brother's car. "Are you getting picked up?" Sam watched Danny glanced down at his phone before sighing.

"I'm actually going to have to walk home." Danny pulled himself to a stand, typing at his phone. "I need a car." Danny mumbled under his breath, Sam was pretty certain he wasn't supposed to hear that.

"Do you want my brother to give you a ride? Or you can come over?" Sam added as an afterthought. "We're staying in a motel room but its two adjoined rooms." Sam offered with a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck. Danny paused, and Sam felt like the teen was going to deny his offer.

"That'll be nice. Motel or not." Danny smiled, getting a grin back from Sam, the taller of the two leading the way to the car. "This is his car? It's so cool!" Sam couldn't help smiling some more, at least he knew Dean and Danny would get along.

"Hey, I'm Dean." Dean gave a charming smile when the teen settled in the back seat, holding his hand out over the seat to Danny. Danny smiled, and accepted the handshake.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Danny."

"It's good to see Sammy made a friend on his first day." Dean chuckled. "He tends to be the loner for a while." With that, Dean starts up the car, the Impala purring as it pulled out of the school parking lot.

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[redrobin-detective]

Just one single glimpse of relief

TW: OC death, death themes

“Hey,” Sydnee looked up at the sound of the voice. It was familiar, safe, and it stopped her tears for a moment. She can’t remember where she was or what she’d been doing. All she knew was that she was scared and upset and didn’t know what to do. It felt like she’d been crying forever when the voice appeared. “Hey there, it’s Phantom. Can I come closer?”

Sydnee gasped as the town hero, Phantom, approached her slowly. Syd was a bit of a nerd and she couldn’t get enough of those superhero movies. She always tuned in to Phantom’s fights on TV; he was as close as she’d get to a real life Superman or Captain Marvel. She’d never seen him up close before though. He was younger than he appeared on TV, not more than his early teens. Sydnee, almost 24, was hit by a wave of mortification over how they’d described the hunky, we-thought-he-was-older kid on Margarita Night. This day just got better and better, not that she remembered it.

“How are you doing?” Phantom asked quietly, floating near her but not getting too close. He was watching her warily but not unkindly. She saw how some folks treated him, he was probably worried she’d throw a shoe at him. “What’s your name?”

“Sydnee, with an extra e not a y. Uh Tanner, Sydnee Tanner,” she mumbled. Ugh why were words so hard. Her head felt fuzzy and very far away, she thinks she was going to start panicking again. What was she even so upset about? “I don’t know what’s going on. Where are we and what happened. I don’t- I don’t remember anything.”

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly, floating a little closer. The soft glow he emitted brightened up the dark place they were in. Was she in a collapsed tunnel? What had she been doing here? She’d never been claustrophobic but the debris and rubble of the place seemed to close in on her. “Hey, hey, just look at me.” She turned and met his kind eyes, soft and easy. “We’ll walk through it together. What is the last thing you remember?”

“I was late to work,” Syd said, the memory popping up before her. “I um work at the Donut Delights bakery in that strip mall next to the middle school. My cats had knocked over some of my houseplants in the night so I had to clean them up and was running behind. I open the store on Wednesdays - oh it’s Wednesday! - so I knew I’d be in trouble. But I made it, just barely. I was starting up the ovens when.” Syd furrowed her brow and took in the hero before her. The one who was almost never seen outside a fight. “There was a ghost attack, wasn’t there?”

“Welcome to Amity Park,” Phantom said grimly. “I’ve been here a couple times; the jalapeno bacon topped donuts are my favorite. My mom and sister buy them sometimes if they want to bribe me into doing something.”

“You weirdo, only crazy people eat that weird flavor,” Sydnee chuckled. “You have a family?”

“Of course, we all have a family out there somewhere. What about you?” He asked gently. There was something about the soft way he was talking to her, the way his eyes flickered around the dark like he was looking for something. He had news he didn’t want to tell her and she wasn’t ready to hear it. Not yet. Just a few more minutes of denial before she faced the revelation she couldn’t bear to touch yet.

“Yeah, mom and dad and two younger sibs. Folks divorced forever ago, I barely remember them actually being together. Mom is is living it up in Dubai working as a pastry chef in one of their fancy hotels. Dad’s an auto-mechanic down on Maple street, Duke’s Car Services. Pretty sure you got tossed through the window a year ago.”

“I’ve been tossed through many windows but I know the place you’re talking about. So a big family, any friends? Boyfriends? Girlfriends?”

“I have a boyfriend,” she continued on hastily, taking the distraction for what it was. “I like him, a lot and we’ve been dating since high school. Everyone says I should marry him and we’ve talked about it, casually, but I’ve never dated anyone else and wonder if I should see other people first. You know, test the waters before I settle down with my high school sweetheart like my folks did and look how they turned out.”

“Mhmm,” Phantom hummed nodding, encouraging her to continue.

“DeShawn is great though, he’s very supportive and sweet in his own kind of absentminded way. He’s got epilepsy real bad though, I have to drive him everywhere since he’s always at risk of a seizure. Annoying sometimes but its nice, you can learn a lot about a person from a conversation while you’re alone together.”

“Very true, I’m learning a lot now,” Phantom smiled. “What about your siblings?”

“I have a brother and a sister, Kennedy is finishing his sophomore year of college and Janelle will be a senior in high school. She was a surprise baby, one last attempt of my parents to reconcile before the big D. It didn’t help but I got a great sister out of it, she’s a real firecracker.”

“Janelle,” Phantom’s eyes lit up. “She’s the one always dying her hair. I see her in the hallways of Casper, she’s hard to miss. I think she draws too, she won an art award I think.”

“Yeah!” Sydnee said enthusiastically, she reached out and grabbed ahold of Phantom’s arm. It was cold but solid. It reminded her that she really couldn’t feel anything, nothing but him. “Yeah, I swear her hair is a new color every time I see her. It’s a dark purple now, it looks pretty good on her. She was a peachy orange for picture day last year. Mom called her up screaming when she saw the photos.”

“I thought it looked cool,” Phantom grinned, “not that I was there for picture day. Ghost attack, you know. My mom was upset with me too.” They laughed lightly for a minute before it gently petered off leaving them alone in the dark. Sydnee didn’t have any feeling in her toes, in any part of her. She felt light and disconnected and all over out of sorts. She was pretty sure she knew what had happened but she couldn’t face it yet. But talking to Phantom, it seemed a little easier.

“I remember the attack now,” Sydnee stated quietly. “It was a big ghost bear only it was the size of a pickup truck. It rammed into the store there was chaos and screaming. It was so loud, the screaming of the customers, the bear, building coming down on top of us...” her lips wobbled. “We’re still in the store, aren’t we? I haven’t wanted to turn around because... because I know my body is buried underneath the concrete back there.”

“Yeah,” Phantom breathed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get here in time. Most everyone in the area got out but you and a few others in the store got trapped under the rubble. Mrs. McDaniels who lived on Eustis street and was the first woman in her family to go to college plus Eddie Drake who came down from Chicago to check out the ghost stuff with their boyfriend and was a tattoo artist.”

“Did you talk to them too?” She questioned in surprise.

“Briefly, Mrs. McDaniels didn’t stay long, just long enough to tell me, and I quote, “stop wasting time on her dead ass and get to the others.” She already passed on. Eddie, they didn’t take it well. We talked for a while and I think they need a little more time to accept it, see their loved ones first. I warned them that the longer they delay death, the harder it is and the more you lose yourself. You’re the last, all the way in the back of the store. When you’re ready, I’m going to bring your body out.”

“Thank you,” she whispered before breaking out into hysterical laughter. “God I bet I’m a wreck, I think I put my shirt on inside out I was in such a rush this morning,” she sniffled. “What do I do now, as a ghost? I don’t have to, like, attack people, do I?”

“No,” Phantom sighed. “Most ghosts are just normal people, no one else but other ghosts will see you and you’re not going to be strong enough to interact with the real world for a long, long time. You can stick around a bit if you want, watch over your family but it’s like I told Eddie, you forget things pretty quick. Or you can move on, that part I can’t help you with but I’ve helped a lot of others go that route and I’m told it’s easy.”

“Easy, then why haven’t you?” She questioned angrily, the full weight of the situation crashing over her. She shoved him and he floated back passively. “I’m a freaking ghost and you’re here talking to me like you’re my therapist or something. Who’s gonna take DeShawn to his appointments? Or praise my sister’s creative messes? Or badger Ken into picking major? My life is over and you think you can float there and lecture me about it being easy to move on!”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Phantom soothed, scratching at the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry Sydnee, I wish I could turn back the clock an hour, two hours, and prevent this from happening but I can’t. I’ve tried to mess with time and it doesn’t end well for anyone. I just want, I just want what’s best for you now. You can stay or you can go but I want you to make the decision that you feel most comfortable with. That’s all I can do for you.”

“I think I’d be sad,” she said, crying again, “being able to see everyone but not talk to them, to watch them cry over me. I don’t want to forget them either.” Phantom watched her, easily and earnestly. “What made you choose to stay? Why didn’t you go?”

“I’m a little complicated but I can tell you, when I’ve done all I need to here, I’m not hanging around a second longer than I have to. Being a ghost has it’s perks but it’s also, it’s being stuck in a place you longer fit, watching the world go on without you.”

“Okay,” Syd hiccupped. “Okay, yeah okay.”

“Okay,” Phantom nodded. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, please don’t,” she grabbed his hands again. “Please I don’t, I know I died alone but I don’t want to do... this alone. Please stay, ugh, calling you Phantom is weird sorry.”

“I don’t know if it’s any less weird but you can call me Danny,” Phantom, Danny, laughed. It was an ordinary name for a superhero but it fit. There was a special thrill in knowing the ghost boy’s name but it’s not like she was going to be around to tell anyone. It was scary, to think of not existing but also sort of comforting, like a long nap with nothing pressing to get up for.

“Can you tell them that I love them, in my place? I know it’s a lot and I’m sure you’re super busy saving the town and everything-”

"It’s not a problem. I’m sure they know but I’ll be happy to pass on the message,” he smiled and it made him look so young. For a second she was struck by how sad it was that she was relying on a kid a decade younger than her for support. But he was here and he was kind and he was what she needed right now. Maybe one day, he’d have his own person talking him through this last step. 

“Okay, Danny, thanks really. For talking, for staying. I’m scared but I, I think I’m ready.” She closed her eyes and squeezed his hands tightly. “Do you, will it hurt?”

“No,” he said, his voice warm despite his inherent chill. “No, Sydnee. No, the hurting is all over now. All you have left ahead of you is peace. Thank you for all that did, you’ll be missed.”

“I’ll see you on the other side. Goodbye.” The world faded to a pinprick, consumed by light. The last thing she saw before she went into it was a stranger’s smile. 

XxX

“Here’s the last,” Phantom said solemnly, delicately setting a broken body he’d carried out of the dilapidated building and on the sidewalk next to the others. “This is Sydnee Tanner, she was the only employee in the store at the time. She has cats at home who will need taking care of. Her dad works at Duke’s Car Services along with siblings and a boyfriend.”

“Don’t know how you know all that but thanks for getting these folks out,” Sheriff Newton sighed. “Damn shame. Keep up the good work kid, we’ll save the next ones for sure. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some rather unhappy news to break to several people.”

“Do you mind if I tag along? I have a few messages I need to pass on.”

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[lonely-bored-writer]

Is Everything Okay? Ch. 20

Danny yawned, stretching his arms above his head. It was Friday, and Danny couldn't be happier about the way things were going. His friendship with Dash and Chris grew, they started meeting up at the park nightly. His lost pretty much all of his anger towards his mother, sadly Sam's was still there. His mum was suffering a lose, he couldn't blame her for that, but Sam... Sam didn't really have an excuse. Regardless he can at least look at her without being mad.

Sam hadn't been very glad about befriending Dash, and the two often got into little arguments, but nonetheless his friends have never been closer. Tucker still was the only one he opened up to, he gave Tuck some details about the alternative future, even he agreed it was a mess.

He spent a load more time with his dad that was for sure. The spark of pain from his wrists reminded him that. Even with his healing, the hours he spent helping his dad tinker away at different things (that would one day be used against him) put a strain on his muscles. Not to mention ghosts attack, which was still a bit of a back and forth battle between him and Lancer.

Another yawn left the teen as he moved to get ready for the day. It was the last day before the weekend and he couldn't wait. He struck a deal with Valerie, Sam, and Tucker to take over ghost hunting for Saturday so he could spend the day teaching Dash and Chris.

That was another thing that seemed to spike up in the time he set things straight. Dash and Chris were quite interested in ghost hunting, and wouldn't let Danny tell them no in helping... Especially as they happened to see the raven haired teen in a less that functional state after a particular brutal fight between Skulker and him without Tucker.

Regardless, he only had a few loose ends he wanted to tie. He didn't want some unnecessary worries and dangers if he could help it.

"Daniel?" Danny gave an awkward wave, floating cross-legged in front of the older halfa. Vlad looked up at the snow white hair teen confusion clear on him.

"Before you say anything, I don't want to fight." Danny landed on his feet, letting the light wash over him and returning him to his usual look. Well his usual nowadays, which consisted of an over-sized sweatshirt and jeans. He decided a NASA one would be fitting. The teen's eyebrows furrowed at the flash of concern that ran through Vlad's indigo eyes. "I want to make a truce. I don't want us to keep fighting with each other. We are the only two of our kind after all."

"And what are you proposing?" Vlad asked, raising one brow. He leaned back and crossed his arms before him. "Last time I check, you were the one to deny me-"

"Me disowning my father, and you marrying my mum are out of the question." Danny growled, the memory of actually losing his dad flashing through him. He took a deep breath, ignoring the furrowed eyebrows of the older man. "Look, I decided I'm tired of constantly having to fight you... Can't we find some middle grounds... please?" Daniel added, his stern face melting to a pleading and exhausted teen. Vlad stared at him, eyes trained on the teen. His mind mulling over what the teen has said and what the teen looked like. Vlad wanted to ignore the jolt of guilt he felt over the teen's rugged look, but found it wasn't quite that simple.

The silence hung in the air, Vlad connecting the pieces. He couldn't believe how heedless he was to how everything was affecting the younger halfa. All of Danny's clothes hung off him, he had dark bags coloring under his bright blue eyes, and the sheer amount of exhaustion that showed through those eyes. Vlad thought for another moment before nodding. All this wasn't doing him much good either, over time the drive he had has began to distinguish. Even if his body didn't quite age as fast, he's mind did.

"Very well, little Badger." Vlad stood, walking towards the teen who seemed to relax a tad bit. "If you allow me to train you."

"I'm not going to-"

"Not in that way Daniel." Vlad shook his head. "A prospect of this truce would be that we do not attack each other, we will not reveal our secret, and we train together. I'd very much like if the only other halfa can defend himself." Danny paused, eyes searching Vlad. When he found nothing, a smile slid onto his face.

"Deal..." He paused another moment, before speaking up. "If you train me, you gotta train my friends in hand-to-hand combat. It's a package deal." Danny shrugged at the look he got.

"Very Well, your two friends may be included-"

"I got two more..." Danny rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly with a small smile. "They don't know about the halfa secret though, so don't give me that look" Danny quickly added at the annoyed look the older halfa had given him. With a sigh, Vlad pinched the bridge of his nose before nodding.

"Very well, we'll start next week."

"Vlad Masters!?" Dash questioned, eyes wide at the thought. He couldn't believe he was going to be trained in ghost hunting by none other than the mayor. Chris on the other hand, looked beyond confused.

"Whose Vlad Master?" Chris questioned, clearly lost on who it was they were talking about. Danny couldn't say he was very surprised, Chris hadn't even know Lancer was the vice principal until well past the start of his time at Casper high.

"Masters." Dash corrected with the shake of his head, disbelief finding it's way onto his face. "He's the Mayor of Amity, you live here!"

"Oh! The creepy guy with the pony tail." Realization crossed the purple hair teen's features, before confusion took over. He kicked his legs softly swinging, before turning to Danny. "How do you know someone like that?"

"College buddies with my parents" Danny answered automatically, before stopping himself and re-answering the question. "We had a childish feud at one point, now he's helping everyone out with hunting."

"Ah... I guess I'm down for it." Chris nodded, turning to the blonde of the group. Only to be met with silence, and said jock staring off into space. His blue eyes looked well past the two, and were slightly glazed over, giving away his day dreamer state. "Dash?" His name seemed to snap him from his thoughts as he turned at focused on the others.

"Uh?" He questioned, confusion clear on him before the thought caught up with him and he remembered what they were talking about. "Yea, I'm all for training with Mayor Masters."

"That's good" Danny smiled. Almost like a switch had been flicked, the conversation switch to their normal conversation. The talk normal consisted of Dash giving a story about his own friends, Chris complaining about something his sister or dad did, or Danny giving another outrageous story about his family. Regardless of what was spoke it stayed light hearted, normal so.

Danny smiled and laughed along to another story from Chris about life before Amity. His smile didn't slip, he was happy. Content even. He felt extremely better than he had the first round about of things. His anger, exhaustion, fear, pain all was slowly diminishing. Life was taking a major upturn, and he was glad. Even with all the pain he had felt, this came out of it. A better life, one where he was thriving rather than just surviving.

Now he knew for a fact, Everything is Okay.

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