#or it can be that halfas look like corpses when healing

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Jazz thought she knew her parents. I mean they were idiots and stubbornly held their awful beliefs but she always thought that when Danny finally tells them . Reveals his identity they would turn around.

Jazz loved her parents. Even with their ghost obsession. She still believes their love would conquer that. That they would feel regret for their many threats and attacks against Danny

Jazz also loved Danny. She loved how much of an idiot her little brother could be . How he would always try to look out for his friends and sister. Even if he could be a little gremlin.

That illusion shattered when one day when she came home Danny was not to be found anywhere in the house. Weird, there was no news about any fights... He must be out with his friends

Three hours . It took her three hours to realize something was wrong.

A non breathing Danny.

A broken portal.

She just kept hitting Maddie and Jack. They weren't moving anymore.

She needed to get away.

She needed to get out.

She gathered her brother up.

12 pieces.

Too much blood.

Then she woke up in Gotham. It's fine.

She got herself an apartment. A job . She sewed her brother back together. He'll be fine. He recovered from much worse. Before she knows anything he'll be back.

She - his heart still beat so softly that it might as well have been her imagination. BUT still that must be because he's a halfa. It must be it. Otherwise. . . no use thinking that.

There is a smell of rot and burning flesh coming from his room. Must be a halfa thing. If only she had access to the far frozen. She has been trying to build a portal but it's been hard. The blueprints themselves are almost unintelligible, and she can't understand the mad writing of jack and Madeline.

It was another normal day. Ah well the new normal. Jazz had been trying to clean around the areas around the sutures.

"Jazz." She perked up. It had been months. May-

"You can't keep doing this.". Danny was still stiff as a corpse. And that pulse is still as soft as ever. But she knows her little gremlin was still alive as he can be.

"Please, remember? You always told me to take care of yourself. Take your own advice" and Danny was right. Well even if it was just a hallucination. He was right. Jazz should maybe take a break. After all for the last few months she had been only focusing on Danny and the portal.

So came a different routine. That led to meeting Jason.

And they became closer. And he became frequenting her apartment. She made sure to lock Danny's room. The guest room.

After a few months. Jazz finally introduced Jason to her little brother.

Jason found no pulse. He found a corpse on the bed.

#dp x dc #danny fenton #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #idk what came over me #this can either be delusional jazz with her taking care of her brother's corpse for a year or so #or it can be that halfas look like corpses when healing #anyway danny got the split into 12 parts treatment #so hes probably ded #like ded ded #jazz had to sew her brother's pieces together #Jason like goes to his new girlfriends home and was like wtf is that rotting smell #and then later #jazz intorduces him ti her little brother who is bedridden and really sick. #only to find a corpse on the bed #and its so obvious that the corspe was still being treated like a sick patient #and jazz keeps on saying hes alive #that her brother is a meta that had super healing. he came back everytume #and she just has to give him enough time and hell be okay #jazz x jason #jazz/jason #anger management ship

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Ao3

A Year of Danny Phantom prompts

Day 1) The End Leads to a New Years Eve Countdown

Something was...off. Danny could feel the shift in the air, the coldness that seeped deep inside. Everything seemed so normal, but on its axis at the same time. Like if all of your furniture was moved two centimeters to the left. It all seems normal, but so wrong at the same time.

Ghosts came and attacked Amity as they always do after the Christmas Truce. It was normal, no fights out of what had become his ‘ordinary’ these last two years. But Danny found himself more tired after every fight, no matter how big or small. What used to be just a lingering sleepiness from late night fights became the inability to walk without tripping. Fights that would usually leave him to take a nap turned into a full eight hour sleep. Now days just moving seemed to be a burden on his shoulders.

Not that he would even consider stepping to the side. Amity needed a protector that took both sides into account. And, well, he is certainly the most fitting for that position.

Now it is New Years Eve. Jack Fenton has started preparations for a feast tomorrow, Maddie was tuning up some inventions set to go off at directly midnight, and Jazz began searching for whichever channel would best show the ball drop in New York City later that night. And Danny… Danny is still passed out in his room. At 2pm. With no signs of naturally waking anytime soon.

While Jack and Maddie didn’t seem to notice the boys absence, whether it was because they are wrapped up in their own things or because the two of them are just so used to him being with Sam and Tucker all the time is unclear, Jazz worried for her little brothers well being. Ever since Christmas she’s been finding him sleeping in the oddest places. And now he just looked so, as Sam put it, dead on his feet.

But she knew to let him rest for as long as she could. They could always talk later, and whatever was happening to him seemed to take up a lot of energy. With how sacrificial her brother could be, it was best to keep him to full power as possible. So for now, she worried silently on the couch, absently flipping through different news stations to keep her distracted.

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About an hour later, Danny came downstairs still looking exhausted. Slight bags under his eyes, slouching more than usual, yawning periodically. It was as if he hadn’t just awoken from a 12 hour nap. Before anyone could say anything (namely Jazz), Danny went straight to the door and opened it to Sam and Tucker standing on their porch, Tucker’s hand raised and ready to knock. None of them said or did anything. The three of them simply left to their destination in silent agreement.

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Hours later, around ten at night, Sam, Tucker, and Danny found themselves surrounded by gadgets and gizmos in the middle of the woods. The trio had tried everything they could to find out what was wrong with the halfa. From Fenton tech and Tuckers devices to stolen items from Vlad and the Guys in White, nothing worked. Everything turned up normal. Or hurt the ghost boy in some way.

“I’m sorry, man. I really don’t know what's wrong. And something is wrong. Don’t deny it.” Tucker spoke up as he packed away everything back into the duffle bag.

The ghost sighed, more from exhaustion than anything else. “It’s fine, Tuck. We did everything we could think of. Let’s just hope that whatever this is will go away soon.”

Before anyone could say anything else, a puff of cold blue air escaped Phantom’s mouth. “Looks like we got something else to worry about.” Sam snarked. “Who do you think it is?” she asked, looking around the seemingly empty area.

“I’m not sure. But you guys should head home. Your families will be getting worried soon.”

Sam scoffed. “Like that has ever stopped us before.”

“Yeah!” Tucker agreed. “We’re in this for the long run, you know that. Especially when you look like a walking corpse.”

Danny smiled “Well, technically-”

“Shut up, Danny.” Sam interrupted. “Let’s just go find that damn ghost.”

The three nodded to one another, already used to the drill by now. If the ghost wasn’t in sight, Danny would scout by air, Sam would by ground, and Tucker would try and use his ghost tracker in case something was blocking their visual. Sam and Tucker never strayed far from one another, safety in numbers and all. But Danny had this bad habit where he would try to find and deal with the problem first, usually leaving his partners behind in order to protect them… and get himself into to dumb situations.

Today was no different.

The ghost boy found himself back in town, face to face with one of his newer foes. A magician ghost that goes by Presto, master of illusions and magic. Or if your Danny, Clown is a common replacement in the midst of battle.

“What do you want Presto? Can’t this wait?”

“Why? Haven’t been feeling well, my boy?” the magician replied smugly.

“Wha- how did you-?”

“My, my. The Christmas Truce is such a funny thing, isn’t it? So many gathered, and yet no one suspicious.”

The halfa bristled.”What did you do?”

“Oh, just a light spell on your drink. Draining your power. Slowly using your core against you. It won’t kill you. No, no! That’s no fun at all! But me? Oh yes, I most certainly can. The spell will wear off at midnight, the start of the new year.” the ghost brought up a gloved hand, orb of purple power concentrated with a blinding light in their palm. “I do wish we had started sooner, but I think five minutes is plenty of time to take you down.”

“Funny.” Danny scoffed, both fists glowing a more subdued green. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

5 minutes

Light clashed in the night sky, purple and green hitting each other violently. Sparks of power flew between them as the two bodies clashed. A large beam of deep purple soars towards the other opponent, shield being summoned to block off the attack.

But he is weaker than usual, the shield cracks and breaks under the power of the other, shards of ectoplasm breaking off and fading away. The beam just barely singeing the young halfas side.

4 minutes

It is then as the intense ectoplasmic heat bubbles and bristles his pale skin that the direness of the situation settles on his mind. That blast hurt. It always did, but now his healing power wasn’t kicking in like it usually did, leaving the pain to simmer and burn aggressively.

He shouldn’t have left Sam and Tucker behind.

Or maybe it was good that he did after all.

Biting the inside of his cheek to mask the pain, Danny raised his fists once more. “That all you got, circus act?”

3 minutes

The other didn't take kindly to Phantom’s jabs. They were the one in control. He was the one that is weak and pathetic tonight. In a fit of blind, pent up rage, Presto released more energy, creating duplicates with each form covered in a purple glow. There were 12 of him now. Phantom didn’t stand a chance. “You wish, half freak! But I’m afraid the climax of our show has just begun!”

Blasts came in all directions to the cocky teen. Energy crackled through the air with force, suffocating the halfa as he tried to fend off the duplicates. Ice formed into spears popped into the fake bodies with very real powers. Two down, then five more, another two. Just puffing out of existence like they were never there. Never a threat.

2 minutes

But one landed a hit. The beam hitting the same place as the previous, but more direct. With more power. Surprisingly Danny didn’t feel the same pain as before. Aside from the shock of being pushed back, he felt fine.

Until he looked down.

An entire chunk the size of his fist was completely missing from his left side. Nothing but the sick green goop the absolutely poured from the new wound was there. No suit, no skin. Just a crater and sick amounts of blood splattering down himself and onto the roof of the building below.

Has ectoplasm always glown this bright?

The ghost felt sick. He’s been hurt before, but it never gets easier. The things he’s seen at only 15… and now with his healing factor not working the halfa was left to stew in that bubbling pain, a single tear running down his face with the intensity. It was nothing like when the Ghost Portal claimed half his soul, but it wasn’t much better. At least he wasn't conscious the entire time.

Purple filled his vision as Pesto came to float in front of him with a broad smile, hand aimed at the younger like a gun. “Any last words, young abomination?”

Below them, Danny could hear families beginning the countdown to midnight. To when the poison would wear off. Whether he was delusional or not can be debated, but he swears he can feel the energy he’s been missing slowly coming back to him. It was so, so slow. He would need to stall. Ten seconds. That’s all he needed as he felt muscles and arteries sewing themselves together. So painfully slow, but real.

“Yeah. Maybe a few. I do have a life you know?”

Eight

“Out with it then, or are you trying to stall your demise? No one can evade death, Phantom. Not even you.”

Seven

“I think you forgot, I already did once.”

Six

Pesto charged up his hand. “You are wasting my time.”

Five

“Alright, alright!” Danny wondered if they could hear the countdown too. He hoped not. “Then my last words is some advice.”

Four

“Oh really? And what advice could you possibly want to give me?”

Three

“Pesto is a really stupid name. Change it if you want someone to take you seriously.”

Two

“Soon they will see how dangerous I really am, once I destroy you!”

One

#a year of Danny Phantom prompts #Danny Phantom #prompts #writing #angst #day 1 #ghost #sleep deprivation #tired #spells #broken truce #oc #oc with a stupid name #tomorrows is 100x better