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kawaiijohn · a month ago
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Dante DMC’s Phic Phight Phantasm 2k21!
Hi guys so if you’ve been following me, you know I’d been writing a hell of a lot for Phic Phight last month!  Well, since I have time now I can shove all my fics for it in a single masterpost for your enjoyment.
I have tagged the users these stories were for so they can find them on tumblr as well!
The collection itself comes in at around 41,000 words, with six stories- two one-shots and four continual ones.
The full collection is right here, and without further ado- here are my stories!
Into the Infinite Mists
Ongoing series 1 chapter so far, link here For @geronimo-alonzi
Weston family centric, slow burn horror, AU where not only ghosts exist, partial chatfic
Wes has never been lucky, but the one thing he's always HAD is his overly-observant tendencies.
He sees things others don't notice, things that others never believe. His friends humor him somewhat, yet his brothers call him delusional.
He doesn't think he can take another pity-filled look from his father at dinner.
Regulations; Too Little, Too Late
Ongoing series- 3 chapters so far, link here For @floralflowerpower
Badger Cereal, Vlad is much less of an asshole than he should have been, I call this one ‘OSHA Vlad’ because I will cite OSHA violations later on, focuses on Danny’s relationship with his parents’ negligent behavior.  Warning for discussion of negligent parents.
His parents were friends with a weird loner billionaire from the sounds of it, and had never thought to mention it before this trip.  Strange, he supposed, but his parents often forgot to do or mention important things.
At least no ghosts had shown up this far outside of Amity.
Yet.
Senior Project
Oneshot, link here For @mr-lancers-english-class
Lancer centric, focuses on the kids mostly.  Senior year is fun and these kids get to infodump about whatever the hell they want, Danny gives Lancer a heart attack almost
Lancer said his senior class could do anything they wanted to for their Senior Projects this year, so long as it was a presentation of some sort. They'd survived four years of highschool, puberty, and ghost attacks, so yeah they deserved it.
He didn't realize how close he'd grown to his kids, and has to deal with the fact that they're all gone off to have their own lives in a few weeks. He's proud of all of them, but there's one in particular that worries him more than the others.
Lethean, Lost
Ongoing Series- 2 chapters so far, link here For @five-rivers
Warnings for cult shit, manipulation, gaslighting, ect.  Amnesiac Danny is kidnapped by a cult because they think sacrificing him will bring their lord to the human plane.  Read the tags, please!
Daniel had never felt special, not for as long as he could remember.
Not that he could really remember anything.
He was special, and that's all that mattered.
Somewhere though, far from where he was, several people, ghosts, and a cryptic time entity were looking for him nonstop.
Arkansas Roses
Ongoing series- 1 chapter so far, link here  For @aedelia
Aunt Alicia meets Danielle and fuckin adopts her, basically. 
Alicia Walker was a strong woman just this side of lonesome.
Danielle "Ellie" Phantom was lost without a way back.
Luck happens to be on both these ladies' sides.
Unpacking ALL of THAT
Oneshot, link here  For @sailor-toni and @hauntedozone
Paulina saves Danny and gets trapped with him.  Lots of dealing with internalized homophobia.  Paulina centric!
Paulina wasn't sure when she'd wanted to be like Phantom rather than be dating Phantom, but here she was, confronting all of her deepest thoughts with that one geek from school. All because her feet moved before she could think. All because she wanted to be like her hero.
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summerssixecho · a month ago
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Whenever You’re Ready (Phic Phight 2021)
Veeeeery belated entry for Phic Phight 2021.
Summary: Jack and Maddie try to show their son they are very supportive of Phantom once they find out his secret. They want him to tell them on his terms, but everything ends up in bigger misunderstandings and more revelations they weren’t prepared for. (Journal fic)
Prompts by: (description listed at the end) @star-galaxy, @charcoalhawk, @sylph-feather, @ectorecs, @the-only-wife
Word Count: 12,720 (sorry...)
Also available on FFN [Link] and AO3 [Link]
SUN APR 09, 2017
Our dearest Danny:
Your father and I have decided to start keeping a journal after today’s discoveries and the subsequent resolutions we made. It seems like the only way we can try to put our thoughts into something coherent. Something we can be able to give you so you can also understand.
While I’ll explain everything in detail in the following lines, we want you to know first and foremost that WE LOVE YOU with every inch, breath, molecule, and thought within our beings. We still don’t know how far into the future you’ll receive this notebook. To be quite honest, it all depends on you, honey. Not that you know that, of course. I guess we couldn’t exactly give you a memo about the scenarios that would trigger this journal’s delivery. But let me explain everything from the beginning:
Today, your dad and I concluded something that put our world upside down. There’s no easy way to put this into words so I might as well put it bluntly. We finally figured out you are Danny Phantom (it’s so obvious now as I write it). And we realized how horrible we’ve been to you all this time, even going as far as hunting down our own child. What kind of monsters does that make us?
I apologize if some of the words look smudged or if this writing doesn’t make full sense, but I can’t help crying over the thought of hurting a single hair on my boy’s beautiful head, whether it’s humanly black or ghostly white.
It’s not easy to write this because neither your father nor I can put into words an apology that can take back all our past mistakes. Nothing will ever be enough to make the proper amends. Saying we’re sorry and how we didn’t know something like this was possible just doesn’t seem right, even if it’s the very first step in this long journey to redemption. We should have known. Not only as scientists, but as parents as well.
As scientists, this has put every single one of our theories into question. Even more so when you take into account how we became aware of your powers, which started when we began to make minor changes in our methods. But do we only need to change our methods and perspective, or are there even more aspects to consider in how we handle our research? If we were that wrong about you, what else were are we wrong about? Will we need to stop start all over?
As parents, it’s much more complicated. We failed at paying closer attention to these changes, at keeping you safe, at being more understanding whenever you didn’t meet some ridiculous expectation. But it doesn’t stop there. We didn’t provide the reassurance you needed to approach us with your secret, either. A secret we intend to respect until you’re ready. Yes, whenever you’re ready to tell us, we will be much more receptive and, hopefully, more knowledgeable about how we should approach ghosts in the first place.
We want you to tell us if when you feel comfortable and trust us to keep you safe. To achieve that, we must earn that trust first.
We’re sorry, SO SORRY, honey. I can’t stress it enough on a piece of paper. Even if this does nothing to change what we’ve done.
By now you’re probably wondering how we found out. Let me start by assuring you it wasn’t a single event that unveiled your secret. It began with a series of hypotheses we tried to confirm. The more we pulled the thread, the closer we got to unraveling everything. However, part of our discovery had everything to do with how reckless indiscreet you are with your secret. It’s somewhat of a miracle nobody has caught on yet, which is something we’ll also try helping you out with from now on. (Your father believes it’s part of your strategy to hide in plain sight, but I’m sorry if I’m a bit more skeptical).
It all started several weeks ago, with simple observations, things we began getting curious about Phantom your ghostly side. Did you know you had us stumped when none of our research lined up with your behavior or even with the physical attributes we expected in ghosts? We needed a new perspective and found plenty of inspiration when a newly-discovered trait led to the next piece of the puzzle. It might be important to list down the initial hypothesis and theories that helped us put everything into place. This might give you some clarity on how to protect your secret better, while it could also become a valuable way to compare how our appreciation of ectoplasmic entities has evolved. It might not amount to much, we can’t be for sure now, but we might be able to give you enough evidence of how genuine our efforts are.
- HYPOTHESIS: Skin tone and complexion are related to how long a ghost has been dead.
- CONCLUSION: Inconclusive.
We don’t have enough evidence. Based on ghosts identified by approximate period alive, they tend to go a brighter shade of green or show more monstrous characteristics the longer they have been dead. You show the trait of a newly-formed ghost and you are the only one with a higher density, which we hadn’t taken into consideration before.
- HYPOTHESIS: Ghosts age depending on the power they possess.
- CONCLUSION: Debunked.
You are growing older and more powerful. However, other entities with increased power don’t showcase aging attributes.
- HYPOTHESIS: Ghosts are ectoplasmic imprints of humans who died violently, hence why they are incapable of feeling and learning new complex thoughts outside of said imprint.
- CONCLUSION: Debunked.
Not only did you show us how up-to-date you are with current events, but you also demonstrated great capacity in assimilating modern culture (more on this particular topic later).
It’s important to note that after several observations, we began to wonder if changing our parameters would help us make a better contrast. That’s when we began to analyze your ghostly alter-ego and other ghosts against a human scale we designed, to start with what we do know. This would not only allow us to distinguish ghosts that have human traits but also those who try to pass as living people. The scale itself would require several additional pages in this journal just to explain it, so let me try to simplify what it considers: we began taking into account both physical (i.e. body temperature, reflexes, eye color, ecto-contamination levels), and behavioral aspects (i.e. speech patterns, interaction, emotions displayed, congruence in movements). You can read more about it in our file labeled as “The Fenton Life-meter".
Of course, following this scale ultimately lead us to confirm that you were not like any other ghost we’ve encountered:
- Same thoracic movement as humans while breathing.
- Breathing gestures in general. (You sigh in frustration too much, honey)
- Capable of receiving cuts, scrapes, and other injuries that seem to take time to heal instead of being automatically repaired by ectoplasm (we’re so sorry for this).
- Interaction with other humans can digress from theorized obsession topics (still unsure how spot-on our theories on ghost obsessions are or if they apply to you at all)
- Adapts language to current trends and cultural context (What does ‘yeet’ or ‘himbo’ even mean??? We still have no idea where you learned those words, but I’ve heard your friends mention them too when they’re over, at least.)
- Only ghost with social media accounts and possible access to a smartphone or at least an Internet connection. (We need to make sure none of them are traceable, though I’m hoping Tucker is better versed in those topics and is already helping you.)
Once we confirmed this connection to teenage culture, we figured ghost-you could be hiding among kids in Casper High, which is the most common location you’ve been seen at (now we understand why). Therefore, we decided to use our current scale to compare regular teens vs overshadowed ones (just for statistical purposes, did you know your school reports at least six overshadowing instances a week? Of which there’s an average of four reports attributed to kids looking to skip a class). We decided to start with you, Jazz, and your friends, just to try to set a parameter with well-known subjects. Easier at least than working with complete strangers.
The first red flag in your behavior was how closer Jazz and you had gotten, and how she seemed to be covering for you whenever you needed it. Jack insisted there were ghosts involved. Thus began our search for more evidence pointing to a paranormal presence overshadowing either or both our kids (we were not going to repeat the Fenton Xtractor incident).
If you recall some of the indicators in our scale, you showcased several unnatural characteristics already, such as lower body temperature than others around you or enough ecto-contamination to register as a minimum-level ghost in most of our scanners. We first concluded it had something to do with the Portal and how you and your friends accidentally activated it. Everyone in our household has some residue ectoplasm, to begin with. But then we realized you never fully explained what happened the day the portal started working, and we concluded that’s when other changes began as well: the jumpiness, the broken curfews, the trashed lab equipment, the constantly forgotten chores, the increase in cuts and bruises... so many things that didn’t make sense altogether unless there were some pieces of information missing.
Then we paid closer attention to Sam and Tucker. Of course, they didn’t show the same signs of ecto-contamination. No devices would activate in their presence. Their temperature seemed normal and they didn’t appear to have the same problems at home or school, unless they were in trouble along with you. This left us to infer that you had been the only one affected by the portal. And the only one who didn’t fare well in this new scale comparison against ordinary humans.
Knowing you were showing stranger traits in our scale made us look for other signs of overshadowing. Aside from the behavioral changes that came with the portal activation, other differences began to make us worry. You would defy the laws of physics on many occasions, as if there was a glitch in our reality. Like the day you came home after a storm without a single drop of water on you, despite not taking an umbrella. Or the way you manage to have a cold drink on warmer days when there’s no ice in the freezer or space for those beverages in our fridge. Not to mention how you seem to move around the house without a sound, not even from the creaking stairs or from the squeaking doors you should have gone through. It doesn’t help when we think you’re in your room and suddenly find you raiding the kitchen or using the bathroom.
But even with those strange behaviors, your personality and speech remained the same. The same sense of humor, the same aversion to our work, and the same lack of energy to do anything other than having fun with your friends. If it weren’t for the faulty logic or physics, some of these were even on-brand to what we’ve come to expect from your teenage phase.
Still, all our conclusions pointed to an undeniable truth: there was something different about you. Hence why we started going out on patrols closer to the places where you said you would hang out with your friends before getting back home. Of course, you were never where you said you would be. Not a single time. This left us more worried thinking about ordinary teenage problems, like drugs, alcohol, or even underage sex. But we knew we had raised a thoughtful boy, a kid who was noble and smart, despite being clueless at times. We have seen your bravery and compassion. Your determination to reach your wildest dreams. The shame when you thought you had disappointed us, and the sadness that came from not doing your best.
Thinking about you as some sort of delinquent would be a disservice to your entire personality and essence. So there had to be something else.
And one day, it happened. A simple twist of fate sent us back home during a patrol at the same time as Phantom fled a ghost fight, Fenton thermos in hand. We had paused our attacks on your ghostly side until we could decide what to conclude from the whole situation, still unaware of how both cases were connected. So we continued our journey to Fentonworks only to realize that Phantom was heading in the same direction. Just outside our backyard, to be exact. We decided to stop a few houses away and waited to see what he you would do next. Imagine our surprise as we saw a few seconds later our son emerge from the same spot.
It didn’t make any sense. Not even a meeting with Phantom was a valid scenario since the ghost wasn’t detected or seen minutes later leaving the area. It couldn’t be overshadowing since it would require a strong and permanent hold on you, which no ectoplasmic entity would be able to sustain for that long unless it risked destabilizing. Even if a ghost took breaks from the possession of their victim, there’s no way a Level 7 (!!!) entity would go unnoticed by our scanners during those hypothetic breaks. It had to be something else. So we decided to think outside the box again.
So far we had figured out you had a faint trace of ectoplasm in your body that was always detected by our devices. Enough to count as a faint invisible spirit. So what if we began treating it like a real ectosignature? What if we tried to calibrate our devices to amplify its signal? Would it lead us to find you whenever you disappeared? We thought maybe that way we would be closer to the truth.
And it worked.
Within a few days of tinkering with some of our scanners, the Fenton Ghost Finder mostly, we decided the upgrade was ready for a test run during our next patrol. We found the signal right away, shining brightly at the Nasty Burger, where you had mentioned you would be with your friends. But once again you were nowhere in sight. Instead, the Finder pointed towards none other than Phantom, who had been fighting against a giant robot of some sort, controlled by the same tech ghost that had possessed our house a year ago. (Remind us to ask you about the ghosts you’ve met.)
Once the battle was over, we didn’t follow Phantom per se. We followed the signal shown by the Finder, resolute on not letting our minds jump to conclusions we couldn’t even begin to imagine. At the end of our search, we found a similar situation as a few days prior: Ghost-you hiding closer to Fentonworks while human-you emerged, walking quickly to get home before curfew. This trend went on for at least a week until we couldn’t deny the facts any longer and had to at least talk about the evidence we had collected so far.
It was impossible or at least improbable to have ghostly traits as a human. And it wasn’t a simple case of overshadowing either. You are still alive (thank goodness!!), so it wasn’t any of the most horrible scenarios we had feared at the beginning (ones we didn’t dare to say out loud). It had to be something else. But when we went down into the lab to brainstorm, we realized the truth and its evidence was right in front of our noses. Something changed at the beginning of your freshman year. You had an accident that you brushed off around that time. You had been probably shocked by the portal, which channels large amounts of ectoplasm that needs to be filtered. But somehow you didn’t die. You have many things that still make you human, even while you’re looking like a ghost. Instead, you were likely infused with ectoplasm that triggered ghost powers.
And then we were left with thousands of questions, discussions, and promises silently made to keep you safe. One thing we do know for sure is how AMAZING you are, and more capable than we could have ever imagined if you had taken on the family business. In fact, you’re doing precisely that and we hadn’t realized. You make us very proud with the way you’ve grown and learned to protect yourself and those around you. You’re a HERO and we didn’t give you enough credit for everything you’ve done to keep Amity Park safe. And we should probably start showing that support by making a very public truce with you the next time we meet with your alter ego.
Of course, while we already pieced most of the probable story together, we don’t have your story. The motivations, the struggle, the learning curves, and the way you experienced the whole ordeal. We would be very willing to listen. As a family.
Again... whenever you’re ready, honey.
After this initial entry, we’ll try to guide you on the different measures we’ve taken to help you from the sidelines, if only to keep a record of everything we’ve been attempting to do while giving you some insight on the reasoning behind some of these changes. Please consider we are trying to keep the jargon as informal as possible in this journal to make it easier to follow in layman’s terms. The rest, such as our lab notes, detailed examinations, and other scientific or technical curiosities will also be recorded, just in case, but we promise to keep them under the strictest surveillance and security measures to avoid any type of filtration.
Our number one priority right now is to keep you safe. That’s the only way we can make this right.
I apologize for this lengthy and messy introduction. I’m sure we didn’t answer everything in this first entry, so feel free to ask us anything once you’ve finished reading. If we do this right, we hope you only have to read a couple of more entries to catch up with all the things we want to do to make the world around you a better place.
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WED APR 12, 2017
Today we began with a fresh mindset. We’ve brainstormed non-stop for two days and finally decided to make a more detailed plan on different changes in our inventions to protect you from harm. But it can’t be our only approach. That’s why we made a list of problems to tackle to set some priorities as well:
- Reduce visibility of your ectosignature in any ghost-tech, starting with ours.
While we might be able to tweak our inventions to ignore your signature or to identify you as part of the family, there will be a long way to go before we can find a way to convince other hunters about modifying their weapons. We intend to approach the Red Huntress sooner rather than later with an agreement that can help her get better upgrades and see you in a new light.
- Set up new security measures and safe spaces to keep other ghosts from attacking you.
An updated Ghost Shield is our main concern, especially at school, but we’ll have to think about other public spaces as well in the long run. This would give you a chance to take your classes without worrying about attacks or skipping a lesson, now that we’re beginning to understand the root of your lower grades and detentions.
- Protect your public image.
If anyone has any concerns about your intentions or if there’s any misunderstanding, we’ll try to provide our expert opinion on the matter to help people think critically before jumping to erroneous conclusions. Making people aware of the fact that not all ghosts are evil and how to differentiate between benevolent, harmless, and malicious entities will be an incredible challenge (even for us) given our past declarations.
- Keep the spotlight away from you.
Not only are you a minor who shouldn’t be dealing with any harassment at all, let alone that of rabid fangirls who think they can assault you at every waking chance. You also need to stay out of potential news coverage that can make it into national or international outlets, unless we want the GIW to continue looking into your ghostly side. In fact, they did come asking about you based on some indicators that “Phantom” was associating with humans, so we might just have to mislead them whenever possible. Rest assured, honey: we understand what kind of leech these government agencies can be.
- Investigate potential threats besides our tech.
Learning about your secret life as Phantom has led us to revisit many of our previous interactions. There are still many questions left unanswered from that time you apparently attacked the mayor, or when you were caught stealing banks and museums with other ghosts. We remember the ringmaster of that goth circus admitted controlling ghosts to pull those robberies. So what if there are other methods to control or even harm ghosts? Perhaps we should even revisit old myths and folk stories on how other cultures have dealt with spirits, if only to discard other ways you could get hurt.
We’ll be (mentally) adding items to this list depending on how much we learn from the process to make the necessary adjustments. Your father, who is much more optimistic than I am, thinks we’ll be done with most of these issues by the end of the month.
I hope we don’t make a mess in the process.
P.S. I know it sounds awful and there’s no excuse for how terrible we are as parents, but we hadn’t realized until now that you spend most of your day out of home. We had a vague idea but didn’t really see the full extent of your absence before. We’ve barely seen you since we figured everything out. It explains why we hadn’t seen some other signals sooner, but it hurts so much to realize you don’t feel safe at home or that you even have to spend all that time fighting other ghosts. Whatever reason you have, it strengthens our resolve to build back that trust and reassurance we lost along the way. We need to make this a better home for you and your sister.
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FRI APR 14, 2017
As we continue to learn more about how to make your surroundings better, we were finally lucky to spot your ghostly alter ego after an attack near your school. We tried to take the opportunity to talk to you about a more permanent truce, taking advantage of the various onlookers to create public awareness of the Phantom/Fenton partnership. Of course, you seemed very skeptical once Jack winked and said there were no other ulterior motives. I’ve already talked to your father about how that could be misinterpreted.
Adding to our blunder, you opted to avoid us the rest of the day, so we were left with no way of letting you know (as either our son or as our potential ghostly ally) how serious we are about this cease of fire. We are still debating if this means you don’t care to hear our reasoning or if you won’t believe it either way.
We’ll try to work on the rest of our plan in the next few days, now that a formal truce is off the table for the moment. Hopefully, you’ll see we mean it once our actions speak for themselves.
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SAT APR 29, 2017
We’ve been very busy with several improvements and forgot to update this journal of sorts. In the last week or two, we’ve been working on upgrading all our inventions to exclude your ectosignature. In the beginning, we made a coding mistake and ended up targeting only you in the process. I guess it was extremely bad luck you happened to find out after we modified one of our bazookas.
Again, we’re so, so sorry for everything. We didn’t mean to traumatize you while you were fighting that hunter ghost in a metal suit. At least we managed to distract him enough for you to catch him in the Fenton Thermos, not without glaring at us before you left the scene. We can’t blame you for that.
The good news is we found the root of our mistake and managed to program everything to avoid you, even your Fenton Thermos. We managed to do this one day while you were eating dinner and your father said he forgot some fudge in the Ops Center for dessert, using the excuse to sneak into your room and make the changes to the container you always carry. Thank goodness you didn’t notice.
Of course, these upgrades raise a new issue we hadn’t considered: do Jazz and your friends own any of our tech? We know you stash some in your room, and we have no doubt there are more in your school locker. We’re guessing those are meant for instances when your powers malfunction. We hadn’t thought about that in detail and we’ll have to figure out how to make sure you’re all trained and equipped with the upgraded versions of our gear. There are just so many variables we keep including into the mix, it’s scary to think how any of you could’ve gotten hurt in the past. That’s something we’ll look to remedy as well.
This led us to focus on the school’s ghost shield next, to give you that safe space we mentioned before. Of course, after the grave mistake we made a few days prior with the bazooka, we’re guessing you got very suspicious about our intentions and somehow managed to sabotage the new configuration, deleting the exclusion we inserted. If only there was some way Tucker (who we’re sure was behind the hack) realized that when we wrote “target” on our code we meant it to avoid any suspicions from other curious intruders, such as that tech ghost or the GIW.
Fortunately, we were able to set the code back to its intended configuration without any privy eyes. This time I had to do it discreetly at night the same day of the sabotage. It didn’t seem to raise any further concerns with you or your friends.
After a week in action, we begin noticing a decrease in attacks at your school now that you don’t feel threatened enough to shut the Ghost Shield off (as it seemed to have been the case in the past). We’re guessing you finally realized we meant no harm to you or your powers, since you actually showed up for dinner tonight. To celebrate the good mood, we even had pizza and a movie.
Tomorrow, we’ll begin expanding our Ghost Shields to the most important locations you frequent with your friends, including your usual haunts (get it? Yes, your dad came up with that one).
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THU MAY 04, 2017
After watching closer your eating habits, we came to the conclusion that you’re not providing your body the right amount of nutrients. In simple terms, you devour so much food in one sitting because ectoplasm requires larger quantities of proteins to sustain itself. That’s when we began researching ways to retain, regenerate, and burn ectoplasm through food. We didn’t just want to learn how to make your body keep the healthy ectoplasmic levels you require, but also to detect anything that could hinder your intake. So we began our experiment by testing the different kinds of meals we’ve seen you eat in a week.
Did you know the sauce in a Nasty Burger can literally burn through your ectoplasm? Don’t ask how your father thought about it, but he tested several ingredients against higher and lower temperatures. We are just glad we only used a drop of sauce instead of a whole packet. You can find out more about this experiment under the file named “Spicy Food”.
We still haven’t figured out what’s the extra ingredient we found but we believe it might be something naturally harmful to ghosts. Just like salt, which comes in large quantities between your favorite snacks and fast food. These ingredients in particular lower your capacity to retain and regenerate ectoplasm at a much faster rate than regular ghosts. Hence why you don’t “repair” yourself immediately after an injury as a ghost. Fortunately for you, the amount of ambient ectoplasm in Amity Park is high enough to help refill your levels during the day. It’s just not enough to make you feel at your full potential.
Instead of forbidding these types of foods to you, we’re developing a new serum to boost your ectoplasm regeneration. Think of it as an antioxidant. We still need to find a way to give you the serum and explain the science behind it when we approach ghost-you again to talk about the truce (for the fifth time this month, if I might add). Though to be honest that might take more time than we would want. Gaining your trust after hunting you for almost two years won’t be easy despite all our good intentions. But we’ll never stop trying. We promise.
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SAT MAY 13, 2017
We’ve realized something that could be a complete game-changer. As you might know, this portal wasn’t our first prototype. It wasn’t even our twentieth. But it was the second to lead to an important accident involving a human being. We hadn’t realized the rest of the implications of your activation of the Portal. If being infused with that amount of energy and ectoplasm gave you ghost powers, did it really only give Vlad Masters ecto-acne? Did it give him something else as well in the process?
Just like it happened with your secret, I was forced to recall every previous encounter with Vlad and the oddities in some of those meetings. Such as being attacked during our college reunion by a fully visible ghost outside of Amity Park (we had never seen a ghost in Wisconsin before, even while we were actively searching for an entire dimension filled with them). The strange trip in which we ended up in his cabin, also attacked by ghosts. Or when he claimed he had found you outside the Ghost Shield during the invasion that almost killed you. Or when the same ghost we saw in Wisconsin came to steal our portal and put a bounty on your head.
Your father is adamant to jump to any “wacky” conclusions, but I’m certain this needs to be carefully investigated. We might be dealing with something more dangerous than we first thought. There are just so many coincidences lining up and at least I’m beginning to believe he also gained ghost powers, just like you did. It all has to be tied to the Wisconsin ghost either way.
On a completely unrelated note, your dad was so distraught by this theory, that he took the opportunity to contact some distant relatives, to see if they could send him some of their sacred family heirlooms to study. Apparently, his ancestors have built an impressive collection of relics, artifacts, and books focused on ghost lore through centuries of study. Those were part of what started the long line of ghost hunters in the Fenton family. We’re very excited to get our hands on these objects to see if they can help us in our quest to find new ways to protect you.
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TUE MAY 23, 2017
In the past few weeks, we have finally managed to convince you of trusting us with a truce. We even made it public by using the last Town Hall meeting as an opportunity to communicate to the rest of the city our intentions of working with “Phantom”, with a very positive reaction from the crowd. This only began to open a new can of worms with someone whom we didn’t realize would be threatened by this change of dynamic.
You might not remember well what happened today. You were probably too sick and tired by the end of the incident. It all began when we received a strange bouquet from none other than Vlad Masters. He had it delivered in the morning while you were at school. The note attached read something along the lines of congratulating us for our blossoming new partnership. It was odd and somewhat disturbing to think there was some hidden meaning and intention behind it, especially since we still haven’t made any solid conclusions about his relationship with ghosts in general.
I didn’t give the gift itself that much of a thought until you came home later at night and began to break into a cold sweat when you entered the kitchen. I was probably about to serve dinner, since the vase with flowers was on the kitchen counter while I set everything on the table. I remember that part because you took one good look at them and immediately began to shake with fear and apprehension, stepping back until you dropped to the floor in pain.
Of course, we didn’t know what was happening at first and thought about taking you to the hospital, but then remembered all those times you refused to go to the doctor. Now we understand why. That’s also why we offered to go down to the lab for a closer examination. You refused to go with us and only accepted to be taken to your room when Jazz heard the whole commotion. After some aimless arguing with both of you to allow us to check what was wrong, you asked to “get rid of the blood blossoms”. Your father knew exactly what you were talking about and immediately left to dispose of the flowers in the incinerator we have down in the lab.
Bloom blossoms didn’t even cross my mind. They were an old myth. Some exotic species of plant that early ghost hunters claimed to use to expel spirits. While the Fentons grew up learning about them and their properties, these flowers were believed to be a folk tale since no one in our field of study seemed to be able to find any real trace of them for generations. Until now.
Fortunately, your father kept one flower inside a plastic bag to study it later. If only to find some sort of antidote, which I’m sure would’ve been something unheard of by his ancestors.
If we had any doubt before about Jazz’s involvement in your extracurricular activities, we got more than enough confirmation when she came down to the lab to ask millions of questions about what we thought had caused your reaction. We settled on allergies and the firm promise to make them go away. She seemed nervous about the fact that we kept one blossom for further study, but we tried to explain how we needed it to find and counteract the source of the allergy.
She also had a very telling reaction when we mentioned we got them as a gift from Vlad. Your father had no other choice than to accept there was something very sketchy about his best former best friend. In my case, I’m more than convinced he’s a threat to our family.
And no one messes with our family.
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MON MAY 29, 2017
The long-awaited Fenton collection of books, relics, and artifacts finally arrived earlier this week. There are several journals, most of which belonged to someone named John Fenton Nightingale (JFN), listing many of the pieces inside. It seems he single-handedly amassed most of the charms and artifacts in the large metal box, if the initials marking them can be used as reference. Your dad claims there are other collections in his family’s possession, but none as strange or diverse as this one.
The books and journals were hard to go through due to the numerous topics they covered, so we decided to skim through some of them to select what to read later. Some included detailed instructions for potions or incantations to exorcise a spirit. Others listed cooking recipes that could include blood blossoms in everyday meals (JFN had a knack for eating them raw). A few documents included field notes and case observations, while most were translations of the larger undecipherable books. Those seem to dedicate entire chapters to ghost lore, including myths, fables, and prophecies, if the attached annotations are correct. We flagged several with notes to review later on. While we don’t believe in superstitions such as prophetic writings, we recognize a few figures mentioned, such as the knight spreading dread through the land a ghost king is set to conquer. It also talks about different rites and customs related to these figures, including the ascension of a new king or how to seal them away. While it was not a premonitory situation, we did have that invasion by the King of all Ghosts over a year ago that then took our whole town to the Ghost Zone, so maybe a few notes wouldn’t hurt, just to be safe.
(Now that we can recall those events with a new perspective, we just realized you were the one who fought the king and put him back to sleep. Have we mentioned how proud we are of you? No wonder you were so tired for days after the incident.)
As for the rest of the contents in the box, while we have been trying to sort most of these items into different levels of relevance, each finding was more peculiar than the next. For instance, there’s an old music box that has no sound despite its moving figurine. This particular piece has no clear indication of when it had been found or created, though it’s doubtful this belonged to JFN, who usually left some kind of signature, date, or marking on his discovered artifacts. There were no explanations, descriptions, or notes on the box so we set it apart with an “Unknown” label, where soon after other intriguing items also followed. Other objects, such as an iron sphere meant to trap spirits, were sent to the “Dangerous” pile inside the large box everything arrived in. Others were considered good-luck amulets intended to draw the best out of otherworldly creatures, making them benevolent, so we decided to label those as “Harmless”. We are compiling the full list under the file named “Ancient Lore”.
We had been working for hours today when for some reason we still can’t fully grasp, you came down to the lab, despite showing great reluctance days before due to the blood blossom incident or just any of our recent studies in general (there’s no way to be sure). We thought you had been afraid of getting hurt, even after we’ve tried to explain our latest discoveries to both you and your alter ego. Somehow, you recovered all of a sudden from that fear and silently sat on one of our work stools. You didn’t say anything at first, only humming something to yourself and staring blankly at the clutter of objects we were classifying. It was very unsettling, to say the least.
There was something strange about the whole situation and I could’ve sworn your eyes had shifted to red. It was probably an odd reflection of something in the lab. When I called you by your name, you didn’t respond at all. As if you were lost in some trance. After asking you to answer, you replied almost automatically something we couldn’t understand, with no hint of inflection in your voice. Would the Ghost Gabber have helped to translate whatever you said?
Your dad noticed as well and decided to put everything back in the box we received, not even caring about ruining days of organization. Once everything was locked away, you looked very confused and alarmed. You left in a rush without letting us give you any explanation. We’re making everything worse by the minute, with so many things leading you to believe we’re looking for ways to hurt you and not the other way around.
We promise we’ll get to the bottom of this and figure out what triggered your reaction. And we promise to set the record straight somehow.
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WED JUN 07, 2017
Today marks the 9th morning in a row that we had to wake you up with too much insistence. This hadn’t happened since late April and we know for a fact you’re no longer having long sleepless nights due to ghost fighting. After all, we did begin patrolling more often than before during weeknights to reduce the weight on your shoulders. That’s why this return to old habits seems odd to us.
Unlike the previous days, you finally gave us some sort of clarity on the situation: you’re having trouble sleeping followed by terrible headaches. From what little information we were able to gather, there are some strange dreams involved but you either can’t recall what they were about or don’t want to tell us. This probably threads in the fine line between what counts as regular issues and ghostly-related concerns, so it’s a telltale sign that you still don’t trust us yet.
Why would you? So far, we’ve accidentally modified dangerous weapons to only target you, included your ectosignature laced with suspicious wording into the code of your school’s Ghost Shield, got blood blossoms into our home and kept one of them for further study, expanded the range of our protection methods, brought a trunk full of anti-ghost artifacts and journals, and more recently got caught trying to contact the Red Huntress (who’s been your most vicious rival since we can remember). That, along with our previous history, probably doesn’t paint the most trustworthy image of us. But at least you haven’t rejected our truce. Maybe not everything’s lost.
Going back to our current problem, the headaches and the nightmares don’t seem to be the only change in the past few days. You’re also more distracted than usual, barely paying attention to conversations during dinner. I’m worried that there could be something big going on that you don’t want to tell us, but your father says it can’t be too bad since he’s heard you humming to yourself (something you never do) while you do your chores down in the lab.
I just hope we can be closer again and make you feel comfortable enough to talk to us about anything, not just your secret. If you have a heartbreak, if you’re being bullied (which I doubt given your abilities, but wouldn’t put it past other kids your age to try), if something worries you, if you’re having an existential crisis, if you have a strong opinion about any of the world’s issues… or if something’s making you feel so lost you wander into a world beyond the stars, ignoring everything around you. At least that’s the look I see in your eyes lately.
Whenever you’re ready to tell us how you feel, we’ll be ready to listen as well.
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FRI JUN 09, 2017
Today we took some time to read through some of the documents from the Fenton Collection, to see if any of the ones we had preselected had any additional information on the various artifacts we still need to figure out.
There are many texts we recognize from our college studies but they appear to be earlier versions of the ones we read while working on the portal. For example, there are theories about the physical and chemical properties of ectoplasm, including notes on experiments to determine its density, conductivity, luminescence, acidity, and other attributes. While these were fascinating texts from a historical perspective, they didn’t contribute any new information.
We were very interested in the prophecies next. As mentioned before, while we don’t believe in such things, there might be relevant aspects to understand ghost culture, something we hadn’t even imagined studying before. You see, when we started working on our different theories, we believed ghosts were completely non-sentient and hadn’t even considered other aspects such as folklore, customs, festivities, or just societal organization in general. Now that we have been questioning our whole approach to spectral entities, we need to look back into other sources of information to get a better grasp of what you’re facing every day. This is a complete change in perspective and a whole new territory for us.
The books collected by your ancestors on these topics are not even in a language we can recognize, but fortunately there are many annotations made in a companion notebook and in pieces of paper placed as bookmarks. While the full extent of their contents might be a complete mystery, the notes and paintings depicted in the original pages of one of these tomes seems to be mostly focused on the Ghost King, their loyal servants and allies, and the threats they could present to both the dead and the living. Several sections seem to explain the different artifacts in their possession, which should be very relevant to study as well. You can find our full annotations in the file labeled as “Royalty”.
What’s more bizarre about these particular books is how foreign they seem, aside from their language. The type of materials they are made of doesn’t match anything we’ve seen before. We inspected them through our specialized Fenton Ecto-Scope and they were confirmed to be from out of this world. We still don’t know how any human managed to get their hands on these. Still, this raises several questions: did a ghost voluntarily offer these to a human? Were they left here by mistake? Were they stolen? Did a human find access to the Ghost Zone before our time? How were they able to translate the information?
We don’t even know where to begin looking for these answers, but we do know there’s important information we collected from these texts. From what the images show and the notes confirm, the King is named as such from a position of power. That means only powerful ghosts who show their worth can ascend to the throne. For what should’ve been obvious reasons, ghosts can’t inherit their power. They can’t vote either. But they can fight for their right to reign over all the undead as long as they are past their “nonage” (which, in ghost terms, we have no idea what it would translate to). This raises many red flags if we consider you fought and defeated the king of all ghosts. Pariah Dark, the notes called him. Would this mean you’re in that position of power or is there a different process to undergo? If you have some kind of right to the throne, can you reject it or appoint someone else? Would the “nonage” they describe exclude you somehow?
There’s so much information that doesn’t seem to be translated from the original material that we are left with more questions than answers. If only there was someone who understood what language it is, to begin with…
In the meantime, we are trying to look into the process required to seal the ghost king away. Perhaps we can make sure Pariah Dark is correctly stuck in his slumber and hope that keeps his artifacts far away from any new contender to the throne, especially if there’s any chance you can get appointed. We really hope there is no way you can take his place ever.
We’re so sorry, honey. We never realized just how much is on your plate due to your existence as Phantom. We feel like we cursed you beyond our wildest nightmares, beyond the border with the spectral world. Now we have to take into consideration more than simple human risks. Somehow I feel like whatever we do in Amity Park won’t have any relevance if we don’t take into account the “citizenship” you’ve acquired in the Ghost Zone.
I’m sorry to say this, but with all the loose ends we still have to take care of and this emerging information, we probably won’t be ready to talk to you about your secret and give you this journal as soon as we had expected. We just don’t see a point in alarming you and then start bombarding you with so many questions. We need to figure it out first.
But whatever happens, know that we won’t let anyone rob you of your humanity, of your plans and dreams for the future just because you decided to save your town and those around you. We’ll do everything in our power to help you have the normal life you deserve. Or as normal as it gets for our family.
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THU JUN 15, 2017
We still have no new findings concerning the Ghost King’s ascension, since the annotations are more speculative than actual translations as we first thought. What’s worse: we are suddenly missing one of the biggest tomes in the collection, the one entirely focused on royalty, so we don’t have the original source to try to do our own interpretation. We somehow suspect Jazz came down and took it out of curiosity. She’s been asking more questions than usual since the blood blossom incident, coming down to the lab when we’re going through the numerous artifacts we received, and paying more attention than before to our dinner conversation whenever we talk about a fascinating discovery. Something not even you seem too excited about.
But we still have to wonder why she would take something illegible for her. Would you be able to read the foreign language? Is there any ghost ally who can? If so, will you ever tell us what the book contains and if it’s any risk to you? Or would you keep us in the dark, just like with everything else?
It goes without saying that we’ve reached a dead end with this part of our research, and it’s frustrating. We’ve considered bringing up the missing book casually with you two, but that would only put you more on edge than you already are. Not to mention we would have to explain our current worries and I’m not so sure we’re ready for that conversation since it raises more questions than answers.
So we focused on other more manageable studies in the meantime.
At least we do have some good news, despite everything. After more than two weeks of trying to learn more about natural ghost weapons and protective methods from the Fenton Big Ol’ Spooky Collection (as your dad likes to call it), we’re glad to say we’ve found many ways to explain and even counteract the effects of several artifacts and substances. We just need to find the best way to tell you the news and the means to prevent any encounter with similar objects.
Some of these artifacts worked on basic and natural anti-ghost resources you can read in traditional folklore, such as salt or cold iron. Others went as far as using materials that were believed to help spirits thrive, by taking a more creative approach, such as using granite as a way to contain their energy and use it against corporeal specters.
This is how we found a key piece of information on something else we had been trying to resolve: why are blood blossoms so hurtful to ghosts? The answer came in the findings of another one of your ancestors from the 19th century. Apparently, these flowers emit some kind of alarm pheromone created by a type of invasive beetle that can nest inside the flower for up to decades, giving it a certain smell in the process and polluting the stem and leaves completely. This pheromone would alert living herbivores nearby to stay away from the flower thinking it will be venomous. In non-living creatures, a ghost’s core enters in conflict with the reminder of death brought by the flower’s apparent decay, which would confirm how other senses such as smell are not lost in the afterlife. So, while it’s some kind of artificial reaction, it affects a ghost’s psyche and therefore their existence as a whole.
We still have no idea how JFN managed to eat them without reaching an earlier demise. You see, the problem isn’t the flower per se, but rather the insect combined with a specific species of blossoms. That’s why it seems so rare to find any. There has to be a kind of symbiotic relationship between this winged insect and the flower for the blood blossoms to even exist. That’s why we have designed a new type of container meant to neutralize this type of beetle if it ever appears, as a preventive measure. We made it seem and smell like a synthetic blossom before being infected to attract this insect in question, but it has none of the plant’s harmful properties since the “blood beetle” is not inside yet. We plan to test it in a few locations throughout the weekend before we try something on a larger scale.
As for Vlad’s possession of such a specimen, we now believe he hired someone else to maybe plant and infect the healthy blossoms with these beetles, and then handle the bouquet. This must have been done somewhere at least close to Amity Park by humans. We are more than convinced even with mild effects from the proto-portal’s blast, he would still be affected by the rare blossom due to the reaction the ectoplasm in his body could have, even without a core completely formed.
If only we could know for sure.
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SAT JUN 24, 2017
I’m beginning to worry about your overall well-being. You are still distracted, tired, and constantly battling a headache every morning, even now that you’re out of school and don’t have to deal with finals or any constant ghost attacks. Days before you had that disoriented visit to the lab. Is it connected somehow? We still haven’t detected any object that could be triggering these reactions. We might have to double-check the “unknown” and “harmless” ones just in case.
In the meantime, you’ve been staying at Tucker’s more often than usual, but I keep getting this nagging feeling you’re using your time to be somewhere else, if the lack of ghost fights and the open portal we found yesterday are any indication. Since we’ve been busy with setting the fake blossoms around Amity Park, we haven’t been at the lab as often as before. That made us wonder how many times you’ve gone inside the Ghost Zone and the reasons to make those trips. Was the missing book one of those reasons?
We will have to configure the door to remain locked again unless a fingerprint is provided, which would tell us the number of times you’ve been going right under our noses. Just thinking about the risk of losing you to a strange dimension is horrifying, but wondering how many occasions you’ve been exploring the other side of the portal without anyone else being aware is unthinkable.
While we had already considered there were things within the Ghost Zone we would have to learn more about for this trust-building process to be complete, we hadn’t thought much about how connected you already are to other entities or communities as a whole, if the social organization described in your ancestor’s notes is anything to go by. We can’t keep thinking about all ghosts as being evil. We need to acknowledge the existence of benevolent entities. Friends? Allies? There’s a whole other side of you we don’t even know, like how you socialize or are perceived by other creatures.
Sometimes I feel there are so many things we were not aware of that we might not be able to catch up at all. Is that why you don’t tell us your secret? Not due to a matter of trust, but due to the enormity and absurdity of everything going on in your dual life? Are you afraid we won’t accept you or are you scared things might get more complicated if we’re involved?
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SUN JUL 02, 2017
Since we theorized your recent nightmare and distraction problem was connected to the arrival of the Fenton Big Ol’ Spooky Collection, we went back to testing one by one different amulets and artifacts we had no description for. There had to be something we hadn’t analyzed or tested correctly that could be triggering this.
It would have been quite the challenge to discover which one is causing it without exposing you to some unknown danger. So, we decided to try it out with the next best option, which would also allow us to confirm other questions as well. We called Vlad while you were at Sam’s, to have some coffee and talk about ghostly curiosities we found from your father’s ancestors. We knew this would pique his interest. I also knew he would come with other intentions.
Once he came over, he asked if we liked his flower arrangement but didn’t seem worried about its presence. In fact, he wasn’t surprised about learning we had to throw it away because you had an allergic reaction. He even seemed amused by this.
That alone makes me regret less the events that followed.
We began showing him some of the least dangerous journals, citing ghost sightings and well-known lore that had been a breakthrough back in their time. I’ve always known he loves to flaunt his perceived superior knowledge whenever possible. In this case, while he seemed tempted to mock our findings, there was some restraint as well. Like a silent victory plastered in his smug face, which I infer has everything to do with his secret relationship with ghosts and his reluctance to give anything away.
We continued with the “harmless” category, not wanting to hurt him unless there was clear evidence of any ill intentions. There were no visible signs of him being affected by any of the charms. We mentioned how one of them brought the good out of a spirit and he laughed maniacally, taking the opportunity to mock the Fenton lineage. That man is deranged. Horrible and deranged.
We then followed one by one with the “Unknown” pile and found a plausible answer once he reached the mute music box. Vlad opened it; there was a small mirror behind the grayscaled ballerina, reflecting something in an odd shade of red when the figurine’s eyes were reflected against it. Just like you did, he was left in a trance, humming softly a melody we couldn’t recognize. We now believe it’s a song coming from the box at a different frequency detectable by ghosts.
When we asked Vlad to tell us what was happening, he answered in a monotone and explained he was being forced to follow our will. We couldn’t believe it at first. Was this designed to ensnare a ghost? Was this confirmation of my earlier suspicions of the effects from the proto-portal?
You must understand... I was fuming. He had even taken advantage of our friendship to hurt you. So, I didn’t feel any remorse when I asked him several test questions to confirm his claims, such as his college sweetheart (who he would have usually denied dating), or his full name (which he also omits whenever possible). He answered every single thing. Once we confirmed he would respond to our questions, I was bold enough to ask him if he was the Wisconsin ghost. He struggled for a moment before responding that wasn’t his ghost name. Jack decided to interrupt the interrogation and closed the music box instead. He later told me he didn’t want to take advantage of Vlad like that, who was still also human and had the right to his own free will. Of course, he’s right, but I still feel some exceptions should apply.
As for Vlad, just like with you, he seemed lost and extremely worried once the music box was stored back its original place. He asked us to excuse him and left without an explanation.
This is very worrisome for two main reasons:
- There’s no way to confirm if he remembers anything while he was hypnotized, so to speak. If he does, we might have given him enough evidence to suspect how much we know.
- He could feel vulnerable and threatened by the contraption and could seek to attack us (or you) somehow.
If he is as dangerous as we believe (or at least as I believe), there’s a high probability that we will all be subject to some twisted scheme either way. Unfortunately for him, we’re more than prepared now. The fact that his visit gave us a good reading of the faint ectosignature he emits in his human form should be enough leverage to work on defensive measures, starting in our own home.
As for the music box, we discovered upon further inspection it holds a powerful crystal inside the ballerina’s head. We analyzed the bright, red gem and found strong radiation coming from it. It’s barely noticeable for humans, but ghosts are a whole other story. Looking into some notes from a much older Fenton relative, we encountered information for several other gems, most of which are said to be lost, such as a gauntlet used to channel the power of some of them combined. The one contained in the music box is not a part of any set, but it’s fairly powerful: it can absorb and release sound, such as music, at a higher frequency discernible by ghosts, while it can be used to control the will of any spirit as long as it’s within proximity.
So, now we are in a bit of a disagreement. While your father wants to destroy it in the Fenton incinerator to stop the effects it probably has on you, I want to keep it safely stored if only to have other defenses against malicious or more powerful ghosts, such as Vlad.
As we said in the beginning of this ordeal, our number one priority right now is to keep you safe. That’s the only way we can make this right.
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TUE JUL 11, 2017
I’m still not sure how to express all the rage I have inside from what that lying bastard has done. Today I
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WED JUL 19, 2017
Now that we have more knowledge on the effects of the Harmony Stone, as we decided to call the gem inside the broken music box, we’ve seen a lot of improvement in your sleeping patterns in the last couple of weeks. However, something is still amiss.
While we know the headaches and the nightmares are gone, as well as the strange song you used to hum while doing your chores in the lab, you still seem distracted and I dare to say worried. We have tried keeping some of our most recent developments as transparent to you and your sister as possible, to try to avoid misunderstandings. Jazz seemed more ecstatic with the news than you. You barely said a word or touched your meal during dinner.
Even as Phantom, we’ve had fewer attacks in Amity Park or Elmerton lately, and therefore fewer chances to work together or cross more than a couple of sentences about our latest discoveries to help you. You don’t seem so interested in anything we have to say, but at least we don’t see you suspicious about us, so that could be considered as one of the small blessings in this whole situation.
The reduced activity was just as unexpected as your sour mood. Most of the reports we’ve gotten consist of ghoulish animals, harmless eyeballs wearing cloaks, and the blue ghost in overalls. We’ve theorized the lack of ghostly visitors must have something to do with the summer break, since most attacks occur around school hours when Casper High is open. We are still unsure if it’s because of the large concentration of teenage emotions in a single location or if it’s because they want to challenge you directly.
These latest changes in your behavior and our interactions make us wonder if there is something else going on. We know Vlad’s disappearance took you by surprise, as it did everyone else. But considering the strained relationship you had with him, I thought you would be relieved to have him out of your life once and for all. Your father thinks he’s laying low; I know for a fact he won’t be bothering us ever again.
But something tells me that’s not what this is about. And there’s so little we know about your other life that we feel like complete strangers.
We fear there will never be a right moment for you to tell us your secret. For all we know, it’s not that you’re scared about our reaction. We’ve done everything in our power to keep you safe and show our support, even if we don’t outright say we know your secret. What if you’re waiting for us to tell you? To give you the right opening but it’s never the right time?
Maybe we need to take the first step. Whatever it takes to support you in those daily battles we don’t see from where we stand. Maybe if we try to get closer instead of waiting for you to do so, we might have a better grasp of what’s troubling you at the moment.
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SUN JUL 23, 2017
Happy Birthday, Danny! I can’t believe it’s been sixteen years since you officially came into our lives. You’ve grown up so much and we’re so proud of the noble, mature, selfless, and loving young man you’ve become.
Today is a very special day. It marks the start of a new beginning between us and I hope we can make you feel the same way. I hope what you read in this journal was enlightening or at least amusing. We’re thrilled to tell you that by the time you’re reading this we’ve already made tremendous progress in most of the things we’ve been working to implement to make your life and what surrounds it better.
To summarize our efforts in the last four months, this is what we were able to achieve so far:
- Implemented modified versions of our ghost shield around Amity Park, allowing you to go to school or hang out with your friends without worrying about having any kind of restriction or surprise attack. (Returning from summer break will be less stressful this time).
- Extended our truce to convince the Red Huntress to work with you and us in exchange for free tech and upgrades. These upgrades include tech that ignores your ectosignature. It seems she was glad to work with a new supplier, so it’s a win-win deal.
- Planted hundreds of blossom pods around the city to collect any potential blood beetles looking for these flowers to nest. This has allowed us to 1) keep a closer eye on any blood blossoms growing in the wild and 2) create a nasal spray to counteract the effects it can have on you.
- Concocted a serum that allows better management of your ectoplasm levels.
- Wrote a detailed analysis of the antique artifacts within the Fenton Big Ol’ Spooky Collection. This helped us compile a few methods we’ve detected to break their effects on you.
- We’ve improved the knowledge and perception on ghosts according to local news reports and surveys. Most of our newest discoveries will help build a new online course to provide tools and guidance on how to deal with both violent and non-violent entities. We expect to launch it next year.
- We’ve been able to neutralize other threats as well, such as the scrutiny from the GIW, who were just recently reported and will undergo serious investigation for endangering teenagers during last year’s visit to your school and the mall. A classmate of yours named Elliot McGregor was very helpful in the process.
We believe the time for secrets is over and we need to come clean with the knowledge we have concerning your double life.
If in the end you still feel uncomfortable with us knowing your secret, please know we love you no matter what. We’ve tried doing our best to understand and change our perspective, and we’ll still continue to pursue this path to heal our relationship with you.
I hope this journal helped you find the answers you needed from these events and the transformation they triggered within us. Now that we’re ready to tell you the truth, we’re eager to give these few pages to you along with a flash drive containing all the data we’ve collected so far as your birthday gift.
We’ll be happy to finally talk about this and listen to whatever you feel comfortable to tell us.
Love,
Mom & Dad
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WED OCT 10, 2018
I almost forgot we were keeping this notebook. I also forgot we were meant to give it to you back then, on your birthday, over a year ago. After everything that happened between the last entry and today, I hope you understand we weren’t in the right mindset to continue exploring new topics to include in this little notebook.
Looking back at our notes and the thousand excuses I made to justify our actions, my actions, I can’t even remember the real reason why we had decided to wait until you were ready.
Knowing everything we do now, you were never going to be ready. You weren’t prepared for the huge responsibility that fell on your lap when you came out of our portal as a half-ghost, or to defeat countless enemies on your own because we didn’t measure up to your skills and strength. You didn’t even know you were meant to be named king after you defeated Pariah Dark, a heavy crown you were also unready to wear.
Jazz told us how worried you were when you read through the book we had received, the one that went missing with the oddly-written pages in a material from out of this world. Of course, you understood its contents. You had been training with other spectral mentors for over a year prior to those incidents. We had no way of imagining the full extent of the life you hid from us, or what it implied. We were not aware of the meetings with the Ghost Council, the visits from these creatures known as Observants, or the dread that came with your sixteenth birthday coming close, the “end of the nonage” we read the ascension notes described at one point.
All this going right under our noses while we were naively setting up ghost shields and blossom pods around the city to keep you safe. How were we to know you could care less about all the efforts we had done? Of course, you wouldn’t be interested in what it meant to you, when you were in a secret countdown to your ascension, which would require you to focus on dealing with a whole new dimension to rule over.
I still can’t believe they would force a kid to go through this.
At first, we didn’t know you had taken this huge weight on your shoulders. Even when you missed your birthday celebrations at home that day. Or when we missed you during dinner the following nights, only occasionally watching you wake up on your bed and mumble a good morning by the end of summer. The journal went completely forgotten, as were your gatherings with your friends, who would come looking for you after you missed several of those meetings. Bless their souls… even when they were unaware of your whereabouts, they would still try to come up with an alibi for you on the spot to avoid blowing your cover.
A cover you also didn’t care about anymore. You had other things to worry about.
We knew from the start, even before we learned your secret, that you were never home or where you claimed you would be, going out instead to fight ghosts. But then you were never in Amity Park either, going into the Ghost Zone more and more often to fulfill your role as a leader, getting acquainted with your followers, finding yourself new allies, and settling into a new place you started calling home. Until one day you were never here at all. You left without an explanation. The only one we got came from Jazz, who was just as lost as everyone else in your life.
Your school and classmates were so worried about you, they started search parties and even threatened to call CPS, unaware how you had already been taken away from us by some otherworldly rules and protocols. People would constantly question us why we hadn’t filed a missing person’s report. Why bother when we knew exactly where you were. Or close enough at least.
We went looking for you many times with Jazz and your friends, but once we reached your domain there was always a dismissal, an important meeting, or a complete change in your castle’s location. As if you didn’t want to be seen. Or as if you had forgotten you had somewhere else to be. That you had friends and family who wondered if you were safe or happy. We still do, every single day.
Your friends are going to try one final time to contact you. We know they’re the people you trust the most and we don’t want to intrude, no matter how much it hurts us. Of course, we wouldn’t let them go unprepared. In case you come home and manage to finally read this, please know we’ve been looking for every way possible to rid you of the ghostly duties you’ve been given. We’ve read every journal and translatable book on the Ghost King (Sam was extremely helpful in understanding ghost speak, as you call it), prepared every artifact that could help in their journey, none of which would be able to cause you any harm. We know there’s a loophole we can use. Maybe not the best alternative, but it would at least give you time to decide what you want to do. You could come back home, if you want to.
You don’t deserve any of what’s happening, honey. You deserve to take the reigns of your life and do whatever you choose with it.
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MON NOV 19, 2018
We’ve been so thankful to have you back home that I didn’t remember to give you this. We already talked about most of the journal’s contents and everything you have missed in the last 16 months since your ascension, but this collection of memories and discoveries holds a very special place now. It gave both your father and I something to go back to when we thought we had done everything wrong. It allowed us to notice patterns we had paid no attention to in the beginning. Maybe there are more things here we forgot to mention but you can use somehow.
Before we leave you this notebook or any of our research, I would like to reiterate how much we love you and how we will keep working on understanding your ghostly side better, with all the complications, unexpected events, and politics we didn’t know it considered. We’re so proud of you. For standing up for yourself, once the royal spell was broken, even against the most bureaucratic authorities we have ever met in either realm.
Please try to talk to us about anything you want. We’ll be more than happy to help, whether it’s to explain in detail the science behind your powers or to talk about your existential worries.
As for the future, no one can know for sure (unless there’s some time-traveling ghost we haven’t heard of) what will happen now that you postponed your ascension to fit your human “nonage”. There are still four years to go until you become a legal adult, plus the year they have to give you back for illegally being forced to become their king. We can work together in finding other ways to avoid taking the crown.
In the end, whatever you decide, it’s always up to you. Whenever you’re ready to take that step, we’ll be there to listen.
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THE END
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PROMPTS:
Star G / Prompt 116: (Not Phantom Planet compliant) The people around Danny would notice small things that didn't add up. They'd notice his bad habits of leaving at ghost attacks, when he would sometimes look almost see through, or when people were sure he didn't just trip and he actually fell through the floor. But hey, no way he could be a ghost, right?
Arioz / Prompt 26: Maddie and Jack find out that their son is phantom and fully support him. Danny and Jazz however did not get that memo.
Bird / Prompt 32: I think Danny dealing with his parents implementing a new, widespread ghost protection thing would be neat! Maybe blood blossoms even, if you’re feeling saucy.
Dekalkomania / Prompt 57: Danny hasn't been feeling himself, blacking out and having strange dreams. Unbeknownst to him, Freak Show's staff was not the only artifact that could control ghosts. Even worse, Jack and Maddie are the ones who get their hands on that object.
Wife / Prompt 133: After becoming the ghost king, Danny finds himself becoming closer friends with his enemies. They come to him and offer gifts, they help decorate his castle. Why shouldn't he be friends with them? It's only when someone he hasn't seen in a long time comes to his castle begging him to come home after over a year that he realizes what has happened.
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Second and last part of Phic Phight 2021!
Full text below the cut. Warnings for swearing and some drinking mentions.
Mary Baker had a list. She kept it in the back of her calculus notebook. It had started as a joke, something to amuse herself with any time differential equations or taylor series got to be a bit too much. In her three years at uni, it had evolved into a full-on conspiracy theory.
Somehow, despite the multiple thousands of people who went to her school, Mary had had a class with one Daniel Fenton every semester of her college experience. They weren’t even in the same major, but there was quite a lot of overlap between astrophysics and biochemical engineering, weirdly enough, and so every September and every January, Mary found herself walking into at least one class to find Fenton already there.
The list at the back of her calculus notebook was, in theory, very simple. In practice, it was the bane of her existence, and she was sure if she could figure out what it all meant, she’d be the youngest Nobel Prize winner in history.
THAT FENTON KID: WTF IS HIS DEAL???
Doesn’t sleep??? Ever???
Frosh roomie Jake says he always went to bed first and by the time he woke up, Fenton would already be awake
Jake is an avid partyer, joined the frat with the highest DUI rate
Jake goes to bed at 2am on a good day
Got an on-campus single soph + junior year
RA 1 Beth, says he never caused any issues
RA 2 Mac, Fenton brought them fudge a lot but only late at night
Espresso dealer knows Fenton by name and order
I have never once seen Fenton in that coffee shop when the sun is shining
LIBRARY!!!
Al says Fenton is in the library studying until like 4am when they close
Al also doesn’t sleep, testimony should be taken with caution
Climber/Boulderer/Parkour
Once twice thrice Came to class through 3rd+ story window
Calc 1: 12
History of Ghanian Art: 6
Intro bagpiping: 1 (carrying bagpipes in one arm and bag on back)
Chem 1: 4
Calc 3: 10
Phys 1: 8
Espresso dealer says Fenton chills on the roof of Smith Hall
No roof access to Smith Hall per janitors + admin
Smith Hall is in the middle of a field w/ no trees
Captain of Parkour Club
Also, founded Parkour Club
There’s like two other members and they’re both from the same tiny town in the middle-of-bumfuck-nowhere Illinois
Where tf is Fenton from???
Only does work in Spooky von Haunted Library
Racist pos can go die in a hole, I will only ever refer to that hellscape by the actual fun shit that happens there
But yeah Fenton never works anywhere else
Per Al, who works the night shift there three days a week
Checked with Greg @ SP Lib and Wren @ 28th St Lib, they’ve never seen him at their libraries
Talks to ghosts?
Per Al, has convos w/ legit nothing
Finally broke down? Wish it were me
Seems to get inspired by said convos w/ nothing
No sense of danger? There’s a better way to word that but idk man
Took 20 cr first semester, 3.8 gpa
SEE?!?!? DOESN’T SLEEP!!!
Took calc 3 with Smith
Which is the dumbest move possible, Smith grades way too hard
Also, somehow pulled an A
Parkour club
Dude ends up on top of tallest buildings on campus every week
And then fucking leans over the side to figure out how to get down wtf???
HazMat
I wrote this down like a year ago and then forgot fuck
I REMEMBERED!!!
Hazmat spill in chem lab, Fenton legit didn’t realize
Finished the lab, turned it in, walked out none the wiser
Might have drank hydrochloric acid once????
Nani says so
Normally I’d trust her, but there’s no fucking way
Def downed a whole bottle of ammonia
What, cocaine not enough for you???
But yeah chem 1
So yeah actually I believe Nani he totally drank hydrochloric acid
Bear
Oh lol yeah a bear got on quad
Fucking Fenton chased it away allll bu self
Also some jakcass had paintted it fucking brught green
lol frat boys amiright?
i’m too fucking drunk for thsi rn later mary can deal wtih the bear
Walked through a wall
Okay what the unmitigated fucking hell????
Fenton just fucking walked through a wall in the middle of the math building I swear to god
I am dead sober right now, it’s fucking noon on a fucking tuesday and he just walked through a fucking wall
Dude flies
I don’t think i was suppsed to see tihs one boys
Its kinda late lol like 4am but not toooooooo late
And i mean yeah mayeb i’m a teeny weeny bit itnoxcaded
But i stg fenton jst fckng flew
Jumped oof the top of Smtih Haal
And then jst knda hovred for a hot mnt or 2
then f*cking uh flew away
look i derw a baby star
No curses in ym bok, nope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
im gona go to slep now
he fcuking flies i cant deal rn
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Sweeter Reunions (Phic Phight 2021)
Summary: Danny knows Vlad can be redeemed. He saw it in the future. Now, the past might be holding the answer to saving the older half-ghost from losing his humanity. And Harriet Chin might just be the key.
Prompts: @ecto-american (Prompt 01): Vlad and Harriet reconnect at the reunion and begin to date. // @danny-fenton-is-trans (Prompt 08): After finding out that Harriet Chin and Vlad used to date briefly in college, Danny decides to push the two together in hopes that Vlad would finally leave his mom alone. // @mr-lancers-english-class (Prompt 39): Bitter Reunions AU: Vlad doesn't know Danny is Phantom, but Danny is very aware Vlad is Plasmius. Hijinks ensue as Danny has to work extra-hard at damage control without revealing his hand.
Word Count: 7,047
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“Pleeeease? I promise I won’t break the timeline again,” the teen insists, clasping two white-gloved hands in a pleading gesture in front of his face, a pathetic image for someone perceived in his future as powerful and regal as Phantom.
The Master of Time only responds with silence, the expression on his now elderly appearance still stoic but bordering on mildly annoyed. For some reason, his ward has the tendency of treating time as something malleable and at his constant disposition. But he still couldn’t understand how even between parallel timelines there was something intricate but perfect, playing in harmony. Thousands of possible pasts, presents, and futures were at the reach of his fingertips, like chords he could play by memory in a cosmic harp, each string dancing without getting tangled with the other in perfect balance. He has navigated so many times through these melodies, he no longer discerns the past from the future since it’s there all at once mingled with the present. He knows he will (or already did) allow the boy to meddle with the flow of time. He’s aware of the outcome and the valuable lessons that would later be forgotten (or already were).
The purple-clad ghost, now donning a younger appearance, has tried to make it easier for Danny to understand, using every kind of analogy possible: from musical instruments, video games, rivers, constellations, and whatever resource he had at hand to explain the fragility of time to a mere mortal (even if said mortal had ghost powers). He has already explained in several points of Danny’s lifespan, past and future, but none have worked as efficiently to drive the point home as allowing the half-ghost to experience first-hand his own failures and the loss that followed. To paraphrase Confucius, experience is one of the three methods to acquire wisdom, but also the bitterest. And Danny had many masochistic traits.
The request seems very innocuous for the teenager: he wants to go back to his parents’ college reunion in Wisconsin so he can learn more about Vlad Masters’ earlier days in college. Somehow, the boy is trying to find other ways to save the older hybrid from falling further into his current downward spiral. This was motivated after another cloning experiment gone awry and the subsequent battle with Plasmius, from what Clockwork could recall. He also cited meeting Vlad in the future as his main motivation, though he believed there had to be another way to trigger his redemption before it was too late for everyone. His reasoning for choosing the reunion is meant to be some kind of bargain on his part, where he thinks he can learn more from the past without having to travel so far into the ‘70s or ‘80s, therefore keeping the timeline intact.
Of course, that’s not how it would work, not to mention the paradox it would create having two Dannys in the same place and time. But as everything goes with his young visitor, there’s no amount of explaining that would deter him from trying, which could potentially unleash even more chaos into the timestream. So he allows the visit, a controlled experiment, a valuable lesson to be forgotten. He already knows how it will go. After all, he has played this melody on countless occasions. The crescendo gets him every time.
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Danny woke up with a start inside the Fenton GAV, seated in the back row next to his sister. For a moment, he felt like those times he dozed off when they traveled on the road for hours to visit some relative far away. Wait, they were doing just that, right? The visit to Wisconsin, the college reunion, his pleading with Clockwork…
The trip through time immediately brought vertigo and he felt disoriented in as many ways as the concept allowed. He tried breathing slowly while closing his eyes, droning out whatever conversation his parents were having. He was in his slightly younger body, then. Or in his place at least. Where had the Danny from this period gone?
“If you need to throw up, please use the bag,” Jazz spoke closer to him as she set something almost weightless on his lap, most likely the aforementioned bag.
The boy ventured to open his eyes to see the object now in his hands, but he refused to barf what little he had been able to eat at their last stop on their way to Wisconsin. No need to recall that much information from his trip to the past. Instead, he rolled his eyes, figuring it wouldn’t be uncharacteristic of his two-year-younger self. At least he didn’t try to open the window this time. Who said he couldn’t learn from old mistakes?
He noticed neither parent paid any attention to the small exchange between siblings, and they continued talking about… whatever it was.
“Oh, you’re right, how could I have forgotten about the time you both dyed your hair as skunks,” his mom’s amused voice interrupted whatever his dad was trying to say.
The man’s hearty laugh was almost contagious. “We sure had a lot of fun together back in the day.”
Danny couldn’t remember this part of the conversation in his original experience. He tried to focus on his current mission, putting his uneasiness aside. There were bigger things to worry about and he didn’t know how long he would be allowed to stay. He was here to get information, to gain valuable knowledge. But he had to be very careful with how in-depth he went, unless he wanted the reunion to go differently due to some random memory his dad tried to relive with Vlad. Knowing how enthusiastic his old man was, they were likely to be kicked out before Vlad’s attack could even happen.
Clockwork would no doubt chew him out for skewing the original events with something as dumb as that.
Thinking of subtle ways to get his parents talking without going overboard, he timidly cleared his throat. “So, uh… you’ve known this Vlad Masters guy for a long time?”
Jazz perked up at the mention of the name, her turquoise eyes wide with surprise. “Wait, wait, wait. Masters? As in The Vlad Masters? Who was named Affluence Magazine's Billionaire of the Year? That’s the Vlad you’ve been talking about all this time?"
Jack Fenton beamed and looked at his kids through the rearview mirror, the almost empty road ahead forgotten for what felt like a very long and dangerous moment. “That’s the guy! How did you know, Danno?”
Crap. “Oh… uh, you mentioned it one time when I was actually paying attention?” Danny nervously tried to recover. “But I don’t remember how long you’ve known each other. Pretty sure you mentioned it before.”
Jack shrugged his previous questions away in favor of replying to his son. “Ah, yes, we first met in our last year of high school.”
“Your dad and Vlad, that is,” Maddie corrected.
“Oh, right, we met you later in college,” Jack amended as the memory came back to him.
“But, yes, son. We go way back. We became roommates, lab partners, and best friends in college. We did everything together. We probably have a lot of embarrassing stories to share, too. He wasn’t always this ultra-rich and handsome bachelor in magazine covers, y’know?”
This piqued Danny’s interest, sensing there could also be some heartwarming stories there that could help him break Vlad’s evil mastermind mode. Even Jazz had become very interested at the mention of the older billionaire’s past, no doubt trying to find something to analyze about his upbringing. Before either of the Fenton siblings could ask anything on that note, Maddie snorted.
“Right, because he was such a charmer,” she said with no veiled tinge of sarcasm, surprising both teens.
Thankfully, Jazz intervened first. “What do you mean? He wasn’t good looking back then?” Danny would never let future-Jazz live down just how much she was fawning over his arch-nemesis.
Maddie turned around to face her children. The smug smile and mischievous glint in her violet eyes seemed to come from some memory capable of destroying Vlad’s entire reputation if she dared to share it. Danny wasn’t sure that’s what he needed for his mission but it probably wouldn’t hurt either. “Oh, that wasn’t the real issue,” she replied. “He wasn’t completely unattractive. He just lacked… people skills.”
Or maybe Danny could work with this after all. “So he didn’t socialize well?” he ventured to ask.
Jack released a heavy sigh. “Vladdie didn’t have many friends,” he revealed. “That’s how we met. No one liked him enough to sit with him at lunch. So I joined him one day and we started hanging out. He’s… oh, I dunno… too uptight? Grouchy? We always told him to take a chill pill when he was stressed. It’s not that he doesn’t like people. It’s just that he didn’t know how to start a conversation and always wound up ranting about whatever the topic was.”
Huh… so he had always been a lonely and bitter dude. Was that why he was so cocky now? Because he gained power in many ways despite not playing well with others? Yeah, maybe getting Jazz to psychoanalyze him would be more helpful.
“You know…” Maddie mused out loud, “come to think about it, maybe that’s why he clicked with Harriet, then.”
Wait… what? Vlad had clicked with someone? If his mom knew about it, could it have been in college? He needed to find out more. Maybe reigniting the fire with this old flame was the answer to all his problems. But, how would he get the full scoop without getting his parents hyper-fixated on the topic?
Once again, Jazz came to the rescue. “Ooh, so he had a college sweetheart? Do you think she’ll be there?”
Maddie shook her head. “Even if she was, I’m not sure she would want to talk about it.”
“What do you mean?” Danny asked.
“Well…” the mother of two turned around once again to meet their eyes. Who knew she would spill the tea on Vlad in more than one way? “We all met Harriet in college, while she was majoring in Journalism. Despite the completely different career interests and calling us crackpots, she was fascinated with paranormal things, so she would usually come to the lab where we worked on our ghost research and try to ask millions of things.”
“Oh, I get it,” Jazz interrupted. “Vlad would go on and on talking about your research and Harriet would always ask for more information. It makes so much sense.” Danny couldn’t agree more.
Maddie visibly cringed. “Not exactly,” she replied. “She usually got on his nerves because she wouldn’t let him concentrate. We didn’t mind the company-“
“And I loved blathering on and on about ghosts,” Jack interjected.
“Right, there was also that,” Maddie conceded with a fond smile. “But Vlad preferred his privacy. Something Harriet disregarded on every opportunity. But when you think about it, that’s where they were similar. Neither knew how to socialize well, despite Harriet’s perky attitude.”
The young half-ghost wasn’t sure if this would help at all. Getting Vlad to recover some humanity by using his lack of socialization and bad temper? Yeah, no, that wasn’t it.
“Okay, but then… how did they end up together? And was there a nasty break-up? Will there be any tense issues to resolve while we’re at the reunion?” Jazz asked each question in rapid succession. There was a bright spark in her eye and Danny was sure her psychologist brain was working in overdrive.
Jack chuckled. “Hold your horses, Jazzerincess. They only dated briefly. We don’t even know how exactly they got together, but we sure know how the downfall went.”
Okay, so maybe using an old college girlfriend was definitely not the way to go, Danny noted. Back to square 1.
Before either teen could ask about it, Maddie spoke again. “They got together in secret, so we don’t know for sure how brief their relationship was. We believe his family didn’t want him to date someone unfit for their son, so that’s why they didn’t say anything. The Masters family had their wealth and reputation, though not as impressive as Vlad’s current status, that’s for sure. And one day someone caught them making out in a… compromising setting. His parents found out and they decided to call it quits after a nasty fight about the difference between being discreet and being ashamed to share their relationship.”
Ouch…
“Hold on,” Danny couldn’t help voicing his disbelief this time. “So you’re saying they did like each other?”
Maddie shrugged. “Well… yes, I suppose. But the way they treated each other afterward wasn’t so friendly.”
“Oh, I remember now!” Jack interjected proudly. “That’s why we invented the Harry Chin nickname! To show Vlad some support after the breakup.”
His wife sighed. “You came up with that name on your own, honey. Probably brought her some bad childhood memories, after all the bullying she told us she went through.”
Danny had to give his dad some credit for actually showing some remorse. “Oh, hadn’t thought about it that way, Mads.”
The woman smiled warmly as she patted his shoulder. “Anyway,” she continued. “I don’t know if Vlad’s aware, but she even went to visit him at the hospital after his accident. His parents were also there, so I’m guessing they didn’t say anything.”
The mere thought of Vlad having parents somehow hadn’t crossed Danny’s mind. Learning how they had messed up his overly entitled son so badly, he guessed the family route was a no-go on his journey to redeem Vlad’s humanity. But maybe Harriet was. And he knew for sure she would be at the reunion, going after the scoop of the strange haunting while sitting inside the Fenton GAV. Who knew? Maybe that way Vlad would also stop going after his mom.
The Fentons then continued talking about Vlad’s accident and how Jack had made the wrong calculations that time, but not aware of what the cause had been. Danny wouldn’t get into this risky topic, opting instead of thinking up a plan that could work without breaking the future.
He wondered if Clockwork would be too mad if he just pushed some small things in the right direction…
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So far his visit had gone just as he remembered with Vlad: barely concealed hatred towards his dad, nauseating advances on his mom, and an indifferent Jazz trying to not get involved at all. So what if he piqued his sister’s interest enough this time to want to interact with Harriet or Vlad during the reunion? To get them to consider talking to each other enough to start rethinking their relationship. Maybe confess the hospital visits or something like that.
Dropping an innocent “it’s too bad Mr. Masters probably never found out about Harriet’s visits when he was sick,” did all the trick to get Jazz inadvertently on board with his plan. Which, he had to remember constantly, he couldn’t tell her about because she didn’t know his secret yet.
So that left him wondering during their first night at Vlad’s castle about what to do about his ghost sense going off in a few minutes. He couldn’t let the ghosts go attack his dad and he didn’t know if he’d be able to beat the fruit loop. Even if he had a vague memory of what the older half-ghost would do, he couldn’t risk letting the fight get out of hand and having his parents involved.
Figuring he couldn’t make such a drastic change in the timeline, he followed the vultures when they triggered his ghost sense and caught them swiftly in his thermos before they reached his dad (that had gone like that, right?). He braced himself for Vlad’s taunting on his heroics while he floated back in the same hallway. Now that he thought about it, he was surprised that Skulker hadn’t revealed his identity before or given any clues about the existence of another half-ghost.
“My vultures were supposed to bring the big idiot to me, but you'll do!” The venomous voice sneered. The teen turned around to face his older foe, who was going for smug and intimidating just like the first time. “Danny Phantom, right?”
Danny rolled his eyes. He only had two options and he hated both equally: leave before the fight even started (like a coward) or make the same pathetic attempts to attack Vlad before passing out (like an idiot). The worst part was he didn’t even remember the full battle; only the gist of it. Like, what had been the right sequence here? What had they said? He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep things faithful to the original fight. He only remembered the taunting and the way Vlad showed off his powers before blasting him through the wall. It was boring, he now realized, without their more direct jabs to one another, like taunting Plasmius about his need to get a cat, or about his loneliness—
Oh. Now he understood why it stung Vlad so much.
“Aren't you going to try to shove me into your ridiculous thermos?”
Danny had been distracted enough to miss the banter and the moment Vlad made three duplicates of himself to surround him. After a triumphant smirk, the older hybrid landed an effective blow against the boy, sending him crashing through the wall. Rinse and repeat?
Or maybe not, because at the last minute Danny’s instincts had kicked in and he covered himself in a ghost shield, reducing the damage he had originally received… and thus, not fainting and changing back in the hallway like he did the first time. Crap…
Before Vlad could phase through the wall after him, just like before, the boy sprinted invisibly to his room and changed back under his covers, hoping he hadn’t been seen or followed by Vlad. If he had stayed, there was a good chance his parents could wake up, making things much more complicated than they already were.
After a few minutes of waiting and no signs of his ghost sense, he figured the older ghost had gone back to whatever scheming he had in mind. Hopefully, none that involved attacking his dad, now that his vultures were locked inside the thermos.
Had he really avoided revealing his secret to Vlad?
Yep, he had screwed up big time.
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Danny had half hoped the Master of Time would pull him back to his own timeline any moment now. Yet, when he woke up he was still stuck in Wisconsin two years in the past. That probably meant he hadn’t changed the timeline as much as he thought (meaning Vlad could still learn his secret before the trip was over). Or, he had messed up enough that it was beyond repair and there was no way to get back.
Nah, that wasn’t like Clockwork.
The morning was filled with movement from caterers, decorators, florists, and such. He didn’t remember this morning being as busy. Then again, the first time he overslept after trying to recover from the beating he got from Vlad. Speaking of which…
He noticed the man almost cornered by Jazz in the main hallway, staring at the girl as if he were two seconds away from sending his ghost animals to attack her. Danny took it as his cue to intervene and save his sister from a murderous half-ghost. He could hear only fragments of her one-sided conversation and it looked like she was talking about the importance of building strong relationships based on trust. Yeah, that was definitely his cue.
“Hey, uh, Jazz?” Danny interrupted, earning an annoyed scowl from the older man and his sister as well (both for very different reasons, he was sure). “Do you think it’ll be safe for dad to carry his Fenton Xtractor around during the party?” At the first mention of the ghost hunting device that almost ruined her hair a couple of months back, the girl’s eye twitched. “I’m not so sure the other guests would mind looking at their inventions, but—”
“Ugh, why can’t they try being normal for once?” she muttered as she left the room almost stomping her feet.
Danny chuckled but soon noticed Vlad’s attention on him. His future arch-rival had something close to a sinister smile on his face. With all the history between them back in the present, he had learned it never meant anything good. “Well played, little badger,” the old man spoke without the usual malice reserved for the younger thorn on his side. “I believe I’m indebted to you, hmm?”
The teen gaped, waiting for the other shoe to drop at any moment. “Uh, no, no prob, Vlad. I mean… Mr. Masters. My sister has wanted to be a psychologist since she learned what the word meant, so I know how overbearing she can get when she’s targeting someone new.”
Vlad hummed to himself. “Do you know perhaps what your imprudent father said to make her think I need to ‘open up’ more?” he asked with a look of utter annoyance as he air-quoted the term.
This was uncharted territory for Danny. He couldn’t remember the last normal conversation he had with Vlad, if any. “Uh, well, you see… She just… wants you to be happy.”
The billionaire quirked his eyebrow. “Oh? Now, why would she think I’m not?”
The teen shrugged. Winging it was really not the brightest idea, but he had no other option now. Besides, if Clockwork hadn’t taken him back over Vlad not knowing his secret, why would he do it now? For all he knew, he was stuck until he had learned a valuable lesson or whatever. Might as well make it a worthy (and fun) one while at it. “We heard you were in love with someone back in college, and how hard it was for her when you were at the hospital all those years ago.”
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it: Vlad was at a loss of words, his mouth resembling a fish. Following his expressions closely, his face told Danny half the story. Vlad thought this could be about his beloved Maddie Fenton, for sure, but there was a part of him that knew she wouldn’t confess something like that to her children. So it had to be someone else. And now the confused man had no idea who would have cared that much about him. He seemed completely out of the loop.
“You might have the wrong story, son,” Vlad replied instead. He was trying to get more information, so at least he took the bait.
“No, no… I’m pretty sure it was like that. We heard the names ‘Harriet’ and ‘Vlad’ enough to remember how the story went,” the teenager answered.
Vlad’s eyes widened in an almost comic manner. This sole interaction was well worth the trip to the past. “You mean… Harry? She… went to see me?”
Did he call her Harry? Wasn’t that supposed to be a bad nickname associated with childhood trauma or something?
Dispelling those thoughts, he realized he was now doing his sister’s role as a matchmaker in the plan. And considering he already screwed up the timeline from what he could tell, maybe he could keep changing some things a little? If only to see how much of an impact it could have later on when taking this route with the future Vlad.
“Yeah, she went to visit so many times, your folks apparently threatened with a restraining order.” Okay so maybe this was not true, but he was already altering past events before this small lie. “Or something like that. Mom wasn’t very clear on the details.”
It was such a delight to see the all-powerful Vlad Masters deep in concentration as millions of scenes played in his head. He looked troubled, probably trying to decide what to do with this information. After all, it had been 20 years since he last saw anyone from college.
“I…see,” the older half-ghost replied softly before he composed himself, tugging at his cufflinks. “I appreciate your help, my boy. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a gathering to prepare.”
With that, Vlad left his previous spot to scold someone for setting the wrong flower arrangement by the entrance. From that distance, anyone could think he was back to his usual self. Danny knew better after two years of getting into each other’s heads. If anything, the older hybrid was distracted by the innocent revelation.
For someone as reserved and bitter as Vlad, knowing someone cared enough about him despite how bad things had been, probably meant more than he would dare to admit out loud.
Now, to see if the fireworks would happen.
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That night the reunion had been flowing well and there were still no signs of the time-keeping ghost. Folks in their forties were talking to each other about their numerous achievements, growing families, as well as other life events; taking their old-fashioned moves to the dance floor, drinking, and overall having a blast. Danny only hoped the last part didn’t become literal. He still wasn’t sure if Vlad had a change of heart after their conversation or if he would go through with overshadowing his dad to try to get his mom back. Either way, he had to stay alert in case there was anything suspicious going on.
How was the fruit loop’s original plan supposed to work, anyway? As if his mom wouldn’t figure out his dad was overshadowed or that there was some ghost involved. And even if she didn’t, then what? Would Vlad have to keep his ghostly nature hidden from her all the time to avoid suspicion? That didn’t seem remotely healthy for either of them. Even without Danny’s intervention, the plan didn’t seem that good, now that he thought about it. “Retrospective clairvoyance”, Clockwork would mockingly call it.
There were also so many differences to take into account this time around. Aside from still having his ghost powers hidden from Vlad, Jazz had decided to grace them with her presence during the party, if only to meet the now-famous Harriet Chin out of sheer curiosity. His dad, on the other hand, tried to avoid mentioning the journalist’s nickname to keep the bad memories it caused her out of the way.
Harriet, still as sharp as Danny recalled from the first version of the reunion, noticed the effort and didn’t cringe with his dad’s greetings as obviously as then. “Maddie, Jack, so glad to see you after all these years.”
“Danny, Jazz, meet Harriet Chin. She's a big-shot reporter for the Milwaukee Journal now.” Once again, his dad avoided the old nickname completely. Danny was very proud of him.
“Oh, please, call me Har, no need to be so formal about it,” the woman replied, waving at the two teens in front of her.
“Nice to meet you!” Jazz said enthusiastically. “We’ve heard so many stories, you probably had a great time back in college.” Danny was sure his sister was baiting her into showing some hint of emotion to latch on. That side of her had always been a bit scary. And he was supposed to be the spooky kid…
Contrary to their beliefs, Har only laughed. “Oh, do I have any? Did you know your parents tried to make a ghost portal back in college?”
Jack’s face switched to a triumphant grin as he opened his mouth to respond, probably about how they had managed to complete the portal after all these years. However, Jazz beat him to the answer. “Ah, that’s right, with Vlad, wasn’t it?”
Har seemed taken aback, as if she hadn’t expected a direct mention of her ex-boyfriend’s name. “Right…” she replied with a pensive look followed by a quick shrug, the indifference not reaching her eyes. “I’m so glad he turned out all right after his accident. I mean, billionaire? What are the odds, right?”
Jazz had apparently found what she was looking for as she gave her best fangirl performance (not that she needed that much practice). “Wouldn’t it be neat to have an exclusive interview?”
At this, Harriet deflated a bit, a mixture of bitterness and hurt evident in her furrowed brow. “Yeah… I’m not so sure he’d like to see me. I’m surprised he even invited me in the first place.”
This took everyone by surprise, but this time Maddie was the first to voice her concern and confusion. “Oh, sweetie, why would you think that?”
Harriet turned around to grab something from the table, the punch being her closest distraction to avoid their eyes. “His parents were very clear the last time I went to visit him at the hospital,” she replied in the most casual tone she could muster, which didn’t convince anyone. “He woke up and refused to see me, saying he didn’t want any kind of stress while he was recovering.”
Danny, who was now committed to giving Vlad a healthier relationship to avoid his evil shenanigans, took a step in front of Harriet to meet her eyes. “Sorry to say this, but they lied,” he said. He was glad he wasn’t facing his parents as he spoke or their surprised looks would’ve been too distracting. “He didn’t even know you went to visit!”
The reporter’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?”
Yeah, he was going to die on this hill until Clockwork took his corpse back to his timeline. “And I know for a fact he still has a crush from his days in college,” he added. Of course, he didn’t mention that said crush was Maddie Fenton…
This time three other voices from the Fenton family joined Harriet in unison. “What?”
“How do you know that?” he heard his mom ask incredulously.
Harriet was at a loss after Maddie’s intervention, realizing there was no way this kid knew more than his parents about what was going on. So she eyed him skeptically. But before she could argue with him, Danny crossed his arms with a smug expression. “Trust me,” he continued. “I know for a fact that’s why he went out of his way to host the college reunion.” Technically, not a lie.
“He… did?” Har asked confused.
“Besides,” Danny added for his grand finale, “haven’t you noticed he barely interacts with anyone?”
The way Harriet immediately went from being indifferent to searching for the billionaire frantically was almost worth the half-lies he said. There was now a tiny bit of chance they would both at least talk, which would distract Vlad enough to get him to forget his attack during the reunion. Which, to be honest, didn’t mean it would make him stop from trying to murder his dad and marry his mom in the future. Besides, there was like a 99 percent chance the timeline would be reset again before the night was over. So, yeah, he was going to see how far his attempt went if only to see if it would hold when he went back to the future.
And there, after a few seconds, Vlad and Harriet stared at each other from opposite sides of the large room. Their wide eyes and slightly open mouth revealed something Danny hadn’t seen in his ego-centric rival in a long time: hope.
He guessed it wouldn’t hurt to have an invisible ear nearby. He wasn’t about to let this ship sink now that he was made aware of its existence.
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After excusing themselves from their respective companions, Vlad and Harriet met in the middle of the room, where people continued pogo-dancing obliviously around them to a cover of “Take on Me”. It took them a moment to recover their composure, going from awestruck teens to casual adults once they were standing face to face.
“Harry,” Vlad greeted with no hint of emotion, something he had to get used to after years of mastering his unique abilities.
“Vladdy,” she replied with a playful grin, earning a cringe from the host of the reunion. The teasing woman knew he hated that nickname more than she hated hers.
“Fair enough,” the man replied as he adjusted the lapels of his black jacket. “It’s… nice to see you here.”
Harriet, feeling with the upper hand after her initial win, changed into an unimpressed expression. “You say that as if you hadn’t expected me here.”
Vlad huffed. “You know that’s not what I meant,” he replied.
“C’mon, Vlad...” she continued in the same tone as she folded her arms in front of her. “You and I both know it ended ugly between us. We haven’t even talked in twenty years. But, hey, no need to hold any hard feelings over something that happened so long ago, right? So why don’t we catch up?”
“I…” the half-ghost, mastermind of complex strategies and evil schemes, was caught off guard. How did she manage to make it sound so nonchalant? He knew he had to go straight to the point before they got carried away in their usual banter. “I know you went to visit.”
Harry shrugged as if it wasn’t remotely relevant now. It certainly wasn’t news that he knew, but she wasn’t willing to admit it made a difference to learn when he found out. “Yeah, well, that was a long time ago, too.”
Vlad seemed exasperated as he grabbed her hand and led her away from the dance floor. Once they stood away from the large crowd, he sighed and collected his thoughts again. “You don’t understand… all these years, I thought… I was told Maddie had been the only one to visit. I never saw anyone, but that alone changed everything.”
The reporter snorted. “What, you thought Maddie was there to be your Florence Nightingale?”
She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but that confession alone hurt. She knew Vlad had a thing for Maddie before they started dating. She even teased him about it countless times until they ended up dating one day just to prove he would be a lousy boyfriend. He wasn’t. Despite all the playful fights, the awful nicknames, and constant bickering, they had a lot of fun together. He was smart, well-spoken, knew about many different topics despite his odd choice of paranormal studies, and always had some witty comeback when you least expected it. He was a man full of surprises.
Vlad, knowing well he shouldn’t focus the conversation on Maddie, ignored the question and shifted gears to voice his main conundrum. “Why did you do it?” he asked. “I can’t, for the life of me, think of a good reason you would have to care about me, after everything that happened. You had made it quite clear you never wanted to see me again.”
If something was eating him up after his conversation with the young Fenton boy, was the fact that there was someone else who had felt concerned enough about him to visit the hospital. He asked a ghost who owed him a favor and was well-acquainted with books, libraries, and records to search for the hospital archives from those exact dates. The documents revealed there were dozens of visits at the hospital’s entrance from one Harriet J. Chin. There were also some from Maddie and Jack, who had gone together. None of which ended in an actual visit to his room. His parents, who had already passed away several years ago, wouldn’t be able to answer why they only told him about Maddie. Or why they never let him have any visitors, despite how many times he expressed feeling lost and alone. He tried to keep out of his head the long nights in the solitude of his hospital bed dealing with the aftermath of the accident, of the ecto-acne, of his newly-acquired powers. But most of all, he wanted to avoid addressing the drastic change in his life as it all collapsed in front of his eyes. His health, his career, his friends, his dreams… everything.
He came back to reality when Harry punched him in the arm, the hit surprising him more than it hurt. “Because I cared about you, lamebrain. You were the only person I could annoy with questions who actually tried to answer politely instead of telling me to buzz off. You even inspired me to go to Rumakistan, did you know that? There was so much ambition in your eyes, a hunger to conquer the world in a way that would change it for the better, even if it was by creating renewable energy through ghostly dimensions or whatever. It made me feel like I could do anything, too. So I knew you needed company when you were bedridden. You needed someone to banter with until you had no choice but to recover just to spite them. To fight back. To thrive. So, yeah… that’s why.”
Vlad stared at her, the fiery passion still burning in her eyes as she spoke. There was that lack of formalities he adored. The challenge of trying to not be outsmarted by her. When he remembered his time with Harry, he had felt so… free. Like he could be no one but himself, even with his flaws, his short temper, and his awkwardness. None of that ever mattered when he was with her. And he had forgotten all about that just because of a lie he fed himself from misleading information during twenty long years.
He made a silent vow to make things right. Suddenly, he felt like he had a second chance. A chance to reassess his priorities, his… obsession. It was never about being with Maddie. It was always about not being alone. That’s why he always hired others to do things he could handle on his own. Or why he allowed that annoying Dairy King to roam within his newly-bought castle. He craved for company, one way or the other.
But now… now he was able to willingly share that company, instead of crafting overly complicated plans to get back at Jack and win Maddie over.
Now he could be free again.
Vlad smiled, a genuine smile this time. Something Harry had found rare and precious back in the day. “I guess we’ll have to see how that appetite to devour the world holds over dinner.”
Harry smiled as well, a smug and playful smile. Something Vlad understood was meant to keep the game going, just like nothing had happened in those twenty lost years. “I hope you know I don’t impress as easily after all I’ve traveled. You better have something out of this world planned.”
There was an eerie, red glint in his eyes. Probably a lighting trick, she thought. “Oh, I can think of a few surprises you would find fascinating,” he replied in a mischievous tone she had never heard from him.
The two reunited lovers felt a rush of excitement, eager to see what the future would hold for them now.
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“Hey, what gives?” Danny exclaimed as he blinked and suddenly appeared in Clockwork’s tower. The dizziness that followed his time travels came again at full force. His ghost form was now visible after being a silent eavesdropper during the exchange between Vlad and Harriet. And just when he was getting to the good part…
So, this probably meant he had learned all he needed to get back and help Vlad become a more decent half-human being. That was likely why the Master of Time finally restored the timeline. Oh, well… at least he had very valuable information now. Way more insight than he had first expected and something made him feel bad about the old man. All those lies he was fed, all those years lost…
“So I guess that’s it, huh?” the half-ghost asked without expecting a real answer, his disappointed tone betraying the gratitude expressed afterward. “Thanks for the ride back in time. I’m glad there’s a way to help Vlad now.”
An adult-shaped Clockwork stared at something beyond Danny, remembering the wonderful sound of this particular melody. A round-shaped screen played the events following Danny’s departure. After getting the boy back to the Ghost Zone, though not exactly back to when he expected.
The half-ghost’s brow furrowed and he turned around to look at what had caught his guardian’s attention. He was still nauseous, and now added a new layer of dread as he grew confused, disoriented, and overwhelmed all at once. “Is that…?”
“Some people need a second chance to keep the world from being destroyed. Some might get it when the time is just right,” Clockwork cryptically replied as he shifted to his older self. “Care to see what you missed in your new timeline?”
The implications behind his words punched Danny in the gut. He felt terrified of what had changed and how much he would have to learn from scratch. Would he have to re-learn to use his powers? Did that mean he never met Frostbite or befriended Valerie? Had Pariah even returned? New memories began to emerge and Danny understood where his vertigo was finally coming from. His old timeline began to fade until it remained like a very weird dream. The two-year backlog was going to be exhausting to sort through. Wasn’t he supposed to forget it all? Wait, no, that’s why he remembered the Nasty Burger incident even when the future changed, right? Ugh, he was only fueling his headache further.
Clockwork shifted to an older man, his grey beard giving him something to focus on other than the swirling screens in front of him. “Take your time, Danny. You already did your part.”
The teen got a flash of a new memory: Uncle Vlad was very excited, sharing some important news with his newly reacquainted friends. That’s when he confirmed he had fulfilled his original mission. But at what cost? That was still a mystery. Wait… “Uncle Vlad?” he groaned and tried with all his might not to barf into the clock tower’s floor. “Are you kidding me?”
The time guardian smirked. The bastard actually dared to smirk as if the experience had been too amusing for him. “As I said, take your time.”
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animationadventures · a month ago
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So, the Phic Phight is over for the year.
It was fun playing and writing with everyone. I loved all the different prompts people offered up. This was a new experience for me, and I honestly needed it.
Thanks to those that used my prompts. I enjoyed the stories you made from them.
For those that I wrote prompts for, I hope you enjoyed what I wrote.
Hopefully I can join again next year because Danny Phantom is so good and deserves all the content.
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Phic Phight 2021: Love, Vlad. :)
Prompt: Vlad decides he'd rather adopt Danny than marry Maddie... and he decides to get Danny on-board through packed lunches? Operation "Vlad tries to be a better be a better dad than Jack." Danny doesn't get the memo and thinks Vlad is plotting something.
Summary:Vlad decides to do the stereotypical father thing and pack Danny lunch, note and all!
Team Ghost: 1,629 Words, Complete.
AO3
   Vlad knew that marrying Madeline was a lost cause and he was, surprisingly, not that torn up about it. Maybe it was getting a cat and being forced to take care of someone else's needs for once. It was definitely the cat.
   Yes, Madeline would never be his and that would be alright. Daniel on the other hand was a different, more complicated story.
   Daniel was something that Vlad found was difficult to let go of. He was the only one like Vlad, a ghost-human hybrid. 
   Vlad could deal with any loneliness that came with being single but not with the loneliness that came with severing the thread to the only being like him, that could understand him.
   Vlad couldn't get Daniel to denounce his father outright (which in hindsight wasn't the best suggestion) and no longer felt quite that way anymore. Vlad could compromise with Jack existing because he was important to Daniel but he had to be slightly more important than Jack. He had to be better.
   Vlad spent many agonizing weeks trying to think what fathers did for their sons before it hit him: packed lunches!
   He knew that Jack couldn't be trusted to make one for Daniel so he could. Yes, it was all coming together…
   Danny knew something was weird. He had been called to the office right before lunch but had only been tardy once today and had felt pretty good about it. So this was definitely weird. 
   Danny entered and the assistant at the desk smiled at him.
   "Hello, Danny," Mrs. Billington said.
    Danny smiled and waved.
   "I was, huh, called, yeah?"
   Mrs. Billington nodded and pointed at the counter next to her. "Your lunch is over there."
   "My lunch," Danny repeated dumbly.
   She hummed in affirmation and Danny turned his head to see the fanciest paper bag he had ever laid eyes on.
   It was a pristine ivory color with an intricate, black floral border. The bag looked terribly out of place in a high school office.
   The whole thing reeked of Vlad.
   Danny gingerly grabbed the bag and brought it to the cafeteria for group inspection.
   As soon as Danny plopped the bag on the table Sam and Tucker asked in unison: "Vlad?"
   "Yeah," Danny said, sitting down and pulling the contents of the bag out.
   There was an apple juice box, a bag of potato chips, a plastic bag of home-made chocolate chips cookies, and a sandwich in plastic wrap with a bright pink sticky note on top.
   "Damn, Vlad really went all out, huh," Tucker said, eyeing his food in awe.
   "What do you think he's planning," Sam asked as she furrowed her eyebrows in thought.
   "I don't know but I don't think he'd poison me. That'd be a bit of a low blow even for Fruitloop," Danny said, picking up the note.
   After reading it, Danny gave a startled snort.
  "What?" Tucker stood trying to read the note.
   "Listen, listen," Danny said, gesturing for Tucker to sit down. "Dear Daniel, I hope your day is going well and that the other ghosts aren't being too much of a nuisance. I packed what your mother said you would enjoy. The cookies were made by my secretary, Claire. I hope you like them. Maddie-Cat says 'hi'. Love, Vlad."
   "What the fuck," Sam said with a shocked expression. 
   "Yeah, tell me about it. Look! Even included a smiley face at the end!!" Danny passed the note across the table and pointed at the end of the note.
   "Oh, he's definitely planning something," Tucker said.
   "Yeah, but planning what?" Danny took a bite of sandwich and hummed in apperaction. 
   The sandwich may be delicious but Danny would get to the bottom of Vlad's nefarious scheme.
   A week had passed since Vlad had started packing lunches for Danny. He thought that was going well. 
   Though he began to question himself after a lunch break with Claire. 
   "It's ridiculous how much Jamie shares her food with her friends. I might just have to start packing food for them as well," Claire said with a giggle over her greek yogurt.
   Vlad couldn't think of a time he had shared food with Jack and Madeline in college. Perhaps it was just 'in' with the kids these days. He wondered if Daniel shared his lunches with his friends.
   This brought along a new worry. If Daniel was sharing his lunches then he might not be eating enough to sustain his core! This simply wouldn't do.
   It's not like Jack would know that Daniel needed as much food as him to sustain himself because he knew nothing about ghost cores but Vlad did. Honestly, Vlad would quickly be Daniel's favorite in no time.
   First, he needed to know what Daniel's companions preferred.
   "Umm, guys," Danny said with confusion lacing his voice.
   The pair looked up from their trays nonchalantly. It was the same lunch bag Danny had recently been bringing because of Vlad and once it was ensured nothing was wrong with the food itself it had quickly lost its novelty.
   "Yeah, Danny," Sam asked.
   "I think... these are for you..." Danny said, sounding more lost than ever as he handed Sam an expensive salad and Tucker an equally expensive loaded burger.
   "Oh wow," Tucker said joyously as he unwrapped the burger. "Did we get juice too?"
   Danny sifted through the bag before spotting three juice boxes. He handed both of them a box.
   "What is Vlad doing all this for?" Sam stabbed at her salad with a fork.
   "Your guess is as good as mine. Actually, the more that I think about it, I haven't seen him in a while." Danny eyed his sandwich and gave a tentative bite. Normal as always. 
Maybe he could wait it out a bit more.
   Vlad watched the dad in the ziploc bag commercial cut the crust off his son's sandwich. Granted the son was seven or eight years old and Daniel was very much past that age but it wasn't like Jack had done it for him at that age. He couldn't be trusted in the kitchen let alone with a knife.
   Vlad on the other hand was well adept in the kitchen if he said so himself and felt confident in providing this slice of childhood to Daniel.
   Tucker buried his face into his arms on the table and laughed like an asthmatic hyena. Sam was covering her mouth with one hand while the other slapped against the lunch table obnoxiously as her body shuddered with barely suppressed giggles. Danny glared at both of them in betrayal.
   "It's. Not. Funny," Danny gritted out, his eyes narrowing even more.
   "He… he cut the freaking crust on your sandwich, oh my God I think I'm dying," Tucker wheezed.
   Tears welled and slipped from Sam's eyes.
   "Stop, please, I'm crying," Sam said as she gingerly dabbed at her eyes, being mindful of her eyeliner.
   "That's it! I'm taking your guys' food," Danny said, pulling their portions away from them.
   "No," Tucker shouted as he lunged forward to get the burger Vlad made him. Sam was too busy laughing to care.
   "I've put it off for long enough. I have to find out what the hell is Vlad's deal." Danny firmly crossed his arms.
   Tucker looked mournfully at the burger he stole back.
   "I'm gonna miss these things," he said.
   Sam hummed in agreement as she took a bite of her salad.
   Vlad found that packing lunches were very soothing with its repetitive motions and cooking wasn't something he found himself doing much before this and it was great.
   The peaceful moment was shattered when Daniel appeared in his kitchen with a scowl.
  "What are you playing at, Fruitloop?"
   "Don't be silly, Daniel. I'm not playing at anything."
   Daniel's eyes narrowed with mistrust.
   "Then what's with the lunches?"
   Vlad washed and dried his hands.
   "I simply wanted to start branching out to you. An olive branch if you will."
   "You're not trying to kill my dad or seduce my mom?" Daniel let his feet touch the ground cautiously.
   "I've decided to stop pursuing,  Madeline and as for your father… as tempting as it is I have also quit making attempts on his life. I simply want to bond with you," Vlad said, putting things away.
   Daniel nodded slowly.
   "Fine, whatever, I'll hold you to it. But can you stop with the lunch thing? Not only is it weird as hell but it's embarrassing." Daniel started floating again, ready to leave when Vlad agreed.
   Vlad felt a little miffed that his impeccable plan had backfired. Oh, well, he'd figure something else fathers did for their sons.
   "If you want," Vlad remarked.
   Daniel's faced soften a little with relieved triumph.
   "Alright, see you around, Fruitloop." With that Daniel was gone.
   Vlad stood were he was for a moment before partly finished lunch into the fridge and walking to his drawing room to pace. What would he do know…
   Danny grinned at his friend's disappointment at his first home-lunch-free day in awhile. 
   No more weird lunch notes from Vlad with their ridiculous smiley faces at the end.
   The rest of the day finished as better-than-normal.
   Danny walked home, humming cheerfully. 
   Danny jogged up to the Fenton's Work porch before coming to a dead stop. On the floor near the door was two baseball mitts, a baseball, and a pink sticky note.
  Danny picked up the note with trepidation.
   Dear Daniel,
   I hope you had a wonderful day at school and did well in your classes. I'm inside catching up with your parents. When you can come in we can play a game of catch since the lunches didn't work out. I hope this works better instead. Maddie-Cat says hi!
   Love, Vlad. :)
   Danny wanted to scream.
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nocturna-starr · a month ago
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I Am the Son of the Ghost King
Prompter: @five-rivers
Prompt:  After their fight, Pariah Dark decides Danny has all the qualities he wants in an heir and forcibly adopts him. (Danny can either lose the fight to put him back in the Sarcophagus, or Pariah can get out again later
Words: 1251
The halls of Pariah’s keep were so dark, not even the multiple torches aligning each of the walls could break through the dark. Perhaps it was better this way, as it hid from sight the ghosts pleading for their lives as they were dragged to Pariah Dark’s throne room.
To the knowledge of few outside of the palace, Pariah Dark had once again escaped the sarcophagus of forever sleep. Enraged by the betrayal of his subjects, the King of Ghosts had sent his skeleton ghosts to find all of those who had made the rash decision to rise up against him and force them to see their punishment.
But Pariah was also looking for another. A child who despite everything, somehow beat him into submission – even if only for a little while. It had taken the powers of the ancients himself to defeat him last time. Yet a mere child had been victorious? Unspeakable!
That child would one day get even stronger. With the right ambition, he could be the one to rule over both the human realms and the ghost zone. He was not someone you wanted as an enemy. He was the perfect child to have as an heir. Pariah knew the boy had a human half and potentially even human parents. He didn’t care. He had heard rumours that the boy’s parents didn’t even know about his abilities. Then they wouldn’t need to know about the ghost king adopting the child they clearly neglected, would they?
The only trouble was that the boy was extremely stubborn, famously so. That solution required the threatening of the observants for a relic that could fix that. Yes, the amulet Ĝojo de la Patro would be a perfect solution.
“Sire! Sire!” One of the few loyal castle servants ran into the throne room, “Your knights have found him!”
Pariah Dark grinned, “Then let’s bring him in, shall we?”
“Yes my Lord.”
True to his nature, the boy came in struggling. He didn’t beg for freedom, nor was he quiet. The troublemaker seemed to have a mouth that could run a mile a minute. No harm, Pariah could just force the boy to give up that trait. He was in his ghost form, wearing his strange black suit with white gloves, boots, and belt. When he noticed the king sitting on the throne, the boy’s green eyes widened in shock and fear. Pariah frowned. One day the boy would come to love him.
“Daniel Phantom, you have been charged with treason. How do you plead?” Pariah Dark boomed.
“I plead the second.” The boy responded. Pariah Dark was not stupid. He knew the boy was trying to play a game of wits.
“You plead that you are bound to a lady’s hand and are only doing her wishes?” That wasn’t actually a legal excuse. In his existence, the king of ghosts had heard only one knight plead this. Instead of the intended desire, mercy, that had only made things worse. There was a reason that only the Fright Knight was left of his non-skeleton servants.
“What? No! I mean… you know what? Never mind. I plead not guilty.” The boy glared at his king.
Pariah grinned wickedly. “Is that so?”
“Not that I have to explain myself, but I was only doing what was right!” The boy sounded so confident in his words, like a royal prince should.
“Daniel Phantom, you have been found guilty of this crime. Because of your young age, you shall be pardoned!”
“What?” The boy fell when the skeletal soldiers dropped him on the ground. At Pariah Dark’s nod, the child grinned, “Thanks! You know maybe some of the ghosts were wrong about you. Since we’re cool and all, I’m going home. You have no idea how late it is. I have a test in the morning too!”
Pariah Dark stood up. He snapped his fingers and a new skeleton appeared carrying the amulet.
“To show our good will, we are presenting a gift to you.” Pariah Dark motioned for the boy to come forward. The child nervously took a step, before seeming to determine the danger was too high. No matter, one day the boy wouldn’t need to fear his king.
“Umm… is that a necklace?”
“Indeed child. It is one of the rare artifacts of the first ghost king. He gave this to his eldest son, and his eldest son passed it on to his son. I have retrieved it from the observants.” Pariah enjoyed watching the child try to reason why he would be given such a gift. He could see the kid weighing all the possibilities. Finally the boy sighed.
“You aren’t going to possess me, make me do something against my will, use me as a device to take over the world or you know… kill me, right?” The boy sighed.
Pariah smirked, “I would not need an amulet to do that to you. All I would need to do is simply wish for it to happen, and it would be so.”
“That is not nearly as comforting as you think it is.” The prince-to-be sighed, “I don’t have a choice in putting this thing on, do I?”
The Ghost King shook his head. “It would be rude to reject a gift.”
The child sighed once more before asking, “May I put it on myself then?”
The King of Ghosts snapped his fingers. A skeletal servant came running into the room. It carefully took the amulet than ran over to the prince. It presented Ĝojo de la Patro while kneeling on the ground.  The boy took it then carefully placed it around his neck. The servant disappeared in a whiff a smoke.
Pariah Dark motioned towards the door. “It must be very late in the Human-Realm. My servants can bring you home.”
The boy eyed him as he exited the room. The child knew the King’s actions were too friendly. He was just as the other ghosts had claimed. He would truly be a warrior prince!
Pariah waited a minute or two. At the fourth minute, he feared that the amulet had not lived up to expectations.  Of course, the observants had given him the wrong thing! They were more untrustworthy than the senators in Rome!
All his fears were squashed when the boy raced back into the room. “What did you do to me? Why can’t I leave this place? Why can’t I take off this stupid thing?”
“Ĝojo de la Patro means joy of the father. It was given to the eldest child because he was the king’s favourite and the king couldn’t bear to part with his dear son. The amulet forces the prince, or wearer to be within 50 meters of the current ghost king. Until I take it off, you will always be at my side.” Pariah informed him.
“WHAT! I CA- WHY?”
“You are to be the next ghost king.” Pariah Dark smiled, “You need to be at my side at all times.”
“You can’t do this to me!”
“Take Prince Daniel to his chambers.”
The boy tried to fight away the skeletal servants. What he didn’t realize was the futility of the situation. The soldiers would form with the blink of an eye and at the will of the king. There was an unlimited amount.
“When you have finished your temper tantrum, you shall go to bed. Then I will train you in the morn.” Pariah left his adopted son to the mercy of the hordes.
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The First Night
Summary: For Phic Phight 2021, Prompt by @amabsis  A sixteen years old Danny Fenton helps his fourteen year old counterpart through his first night as a ghost.
Word Count: 7,795
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Prompt: Season 3 Danny Phantom gets transported to the past and only Season 1 Danny Fenton can see him
“That’s not how it happened.” Danny frowned, looking through one of Clockwork’s time windows. 
The window showed the empty lab as a fourteen year old Danny stumbled out of the newly activated portal. The boy was hyperventilating, green eyes widening as he stared in horror at his glowing hands. In Clockwork’s lair, Danny shivered; he couldn’t hear the words but he could guess them. No. No. No. A sting of panicked denials from the boy in the scene. Of course, Danny could guess them; he’d been in the same position, felt the same fear. But….
“Where’s Sam and Tucker?” The sixteen year old quietly asked, his heart aching. He turned to look at the Ancient ghost who was floating beside him. “They’re supposed to be there.”
Clockwork frowned. “That isn’t your timeline.” He motioned towards the window, for Danny to continue watching.
Across the screen, the other Danny was stumbling across the lab before throwing the bathroom door open. He froze in front of the mirror, his green eyes wide with fear. He reached forward, seeming to verify he was in fact looking at a mirror. Then the boy recoiled. His chest heaved, eyes watering. 
“This is a timeline where you were alone during your accident.” His mentor explained.
In front of the pair, there was a flash of light. A ring of light formed around the other Danny’s waist, turning him human. He stumbled, gasping as he touched down. The boy stared at his now bare hands. Relief passed over his face for an instant...before his hand disappeared. The other Danny’s mouth opened in what was likely a scream.
Danny ripped his eyes away, unable to watch any longer as his own memories of his accident hit him. So very similar except...Sam and Tucker were beside him. The goth’s teary eyes as she realized he was a ghost. Their frantic questions and panicked footsteps as he rushed to the bathroom. Their shock and then relief when he turned human. Tucker’s hand on his wrist, checking his pulse. The technogeek’s surprised scream as Danny’s hand turned intangible and fell through his friend’s hand. Renewed panic. Sam’s comforting hands on his back. His friends helping him stumble up the stairs and to his bedroom.
In Clockwork’s lair, Danny shivered, feeling his eyes water. His mentor’s hundreds of clocks ticked around the pair, the Master of Times’ comforting arm around him.
Danny remained frozen like that for a while, the memories replaying. His accident had been terrifying and stressful, the source of many nightmares but….he’d had his friends with him. 
His heart clenched, looking up at the screen. The image showed his other self, huddled on his bed and crying. 
Danny hadn’t been alone but...the boy on the screen, his other self, had been. The sixteen year old frowned. He could hardly imagine that yet it had happened to another version of himself, was happening in front of him and….
“What will happen to him now?” The boy asked, his stomach flopping with worry.
Clockwork remained silent for a moment, his brow furrowed as if in thought. Then he turned red eyes onto Danny. “It is not a favorable timeline.” The old ghost mused sadly. “If things continue, he will never tell his friends. He will push them away and his family as well. It will be a sad, lonely existence. And likely a short one.”
Danny paled, eyes widening. That sounded horrible, painful. He could imagine it, feeling so isolated and afraid. He wouldn’t wish that on this worst enemy and….he shivered… while the circumstances were vastly different, something reminded him far too much of another alternative timeline he’d seen, one Clockwork had diverted him from.
The boy looked at the screen, frowning. “Can you do something, Clockwork?”
The older ghost looked down at him, frowning thoughtfully. He tapped his chin, humming. “I myself cannot...however….”
Danny perked up. “What is it?” Clockwork floated purposefully away, holding up a finger. “Clockwork?”
His mentor flew to a rack along the wall and grabbed a familiar looking device. The older ghost returned, depositing the gear shaped medallion in Danny’s hands.
The boy furrowed in brow in confusion before realization hit him. He looked up, frowning. “Me? What can I do?”
Clockwork motioned to the screen again. “You can ensure he doesn’t spend his first night as a ghost alone.”
Danny looked at the window, remembering. His first night after the accident...watching a movie with Sam and Tucker. Them comforting him while chills wracked his body, his limbs turning invisible and intangible against his will. On the bed, his younger counterpart was still crying.
In the lair, the boy steeled himself and put on the medallion. He turned to the Master of Time. “Alright. What do I need to do?”
Clockwork nodded, looking pleased. “Keep that on. It will prevent anyone other than your alternative self from seeing you. In the morning, I will summon a portal for you to return here.”
Danny tilted his head. “So….if I take this off….?”
His mentor raised a brow. “You will remain in place, though visible to everyone.”
The boy blinked. “That’s not how it worked last time.”
The Master of Time just gave him a mischievous look and motioned to the screen. “Go on. I trust you will not divulge too much of the future.”
Danny rolled his eyes, used to his mentor’s evasiness. But at the same time….his stomach flopped with nerves. Could he do this? Could he actually do this? He’d never been that good at comforting people but....the boy he was going to help wasn’t just anyone. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and floated through the window.
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Danny blinked, blue light swirling around him. A moment later, he was floating in a dark bedroom. His eyes roved over the familiar surroundings: his NASA posters and rocket models, scattered books and clothes, half finished homework on the desk. And on the bed….the sound of crying hitched and the other Danny shivered.
Slowly, the boy sat up. His arms wrapped around himself, as if he was cold. And Danny knew, he likely was; his very presence always chilled the room when he was in ghost form, and it had just gotten more intense since his ice powers had activated. On the bed, his younger self’s eyes widened in fear, his mouth falling open.
Instantly, Danny was hit with a sense of dread. He helped his hands out in front of him. “Wait. Hold on. It’s-”
The younger Danny’s eyes flickered from the ghost to his door. “Ghost!” He screamed, chest heaving.
The older boy paled. “No. Stop. I’m-”
Heavy feet pounded down the hall and the bedroom door flung open, the light of the hallway spilling into the dark room. “Where’s the ghost?!” The large ghost hunter demanded, holding an ectogun.
Shakily, the younger Danny pointed across the room, directly at his older counterpart. His dad’s head turned, eyes narrowing. Then his brow furrowed in confusion. “Where is it?”
Danny flinched at being called an it, his heart pounding anxiously. Self consciously, he turned invisible.
His younger self’s eyes darted from his father to the spot the ghost had been occupying. “You didn’t...you didn’t see…?” His voice raised up in question and he rubbed his eyes.
Danny shifted nervously in the air. The man was still staring through him, unseeing. And his younger self was still gaping, his fear turning into confusion. 
“What is it, son?” Dad turned, looking at the younger boy in concern.
The younger Danny blinked rapidly in disbelief. “I guess….I was seeing things.” He frowned. “Must have been a nightmare.”
His dad lowered the gun. “Do you want to talk about it?”
The boy shook his head, frowning. “No. I…” He shivered and then looked at his hand, his eyes widening. “I’m...I’m fine.” He stuffed the appendage under his covers. “It’s fine. I just want to…” He faked a yawn. “Go back to sleep.” He blinked up at Dad, trying to look innocent.
The man furrowed his brow, looking unsure. “If you’re sure…”
The boy stretched, yawning exaggeratedly. “Yeah. It’s fine...I’m...just gonna..go back to sleep.” His gaze flickered from the door to where Danny was floating invisibly, before he gave Dad a sheepish smile.
Dad still looked uncertain but after a moment, he stepped back. “Alright. Sleep well, Danno.”
The boy nodded. “Night, Dad.”
The man closed the door, seemingly leaving his son alone. On the bed, Danny’s younger self put his head in his hands. “I’m losing it. First the stupid…” He shivered, again, hands disappearing. “Stupid body. Stupid portal.” He gritted his teeth. “Now I’m seeing things.”
Danny floated forward, his heart sinking. He needed to do something, to comfort his increasingly distressed younger counterpart. He stopped, hovering at the edge of the bed. With a thought, he returned to visibility. “You’re not seeing things.”
The younger Danny’s head whipped up, his eyes widening. He opened his mouth, likely to shout again.
His own eyes widening, the ghost boy reflexively covered the human’s mouth. “Please don’t scream.”
The other boy shook his head, his eyes pinching closed. He whimpered.
Danny’s lip trembled, sudden regret hitting him. “No. Don’t be scared. I’m here to help you.”
This younger self shook his head again. He was shaking, with fear and stress.
“Danny. Please. You’re safe.” The older boy begged.
His counterpart stiffened at his name, his eyes slowly peeking open and then widening in realization. His brow furrowed in confusion as he searched the other boy’s face.
Slowly, Danny removed his hand.
His younger self’s mouth opened and closed. Finally, he muttered. “Why do you look like me?”
Danny swallowed, preparing himself. “ ‘Cause I am you.” He said, as kindly as he could.
The other Danny blinked, frowning. “But….you’re a ghost?”
His older self looked down at his glowing hands. He raised a brow. “Yeah? So are you.”
The younger Danny tensed, his shoulders raising. “No. I’m not. I’m not a ghost. That’s ridiculous. I’m...I’m me. And you’re….” He pointed. “How do I know you’re not tricking me?”
Danny sighed, running fingers through his hair. “Alright….how about this?” He summoned the light of his transformation. A breath later and he was heavy and warm. 
His younger self’s head whipped back and he let out a squeak.
Danny gave him a disarming smile and held out a hand. “I have a heartbeat, see?”
Tentatively, the other boy reached forward. His brow furrowed in concentration. Then awed surprise covered his face. “I can feel it.”
“Yeah.” Danny smiled. “I’m alive, obviously. But I’m a ghost too. Just like you.”
“Okay.” His younger self took a breath. “Okay. But...how?”
“Well….the accident…” He started.
The other boy shook his head. “No. I…..” He bit his lip. “If you’re me then...then, tell me something only I would know.”
Danny sighed, eyeing a spot on the bed. “Can I sit here?” His counterpart rose a brow before shuffling over. His older self then huffed, flopping onto the bed. “So… I never told Sam and Tucker this but….really, I wanted to get the portal to work so Mom and Dad would be proud of me.” He looked down, rubbing his neck. “They were so upset that the portal didn’t start and….I hated seeing them like that. They’d been spending so much time working on it and...I thought if I got it to work they’d be so happy and they’d be proud of me...but...well…” He bit his lip. “You know what happened.”
There was silence for a while, only the sound of both boy’s breathing. Then the younger Danny finally spoke. “Okay. That’s….damn.... That’s heavy. That’s...that’s a lot. But…. I get it. I...I know I’d probably never tell someone else that but it’s true so….” He sighed. “I believe you.”
Danny nodded. “Good.” He rubbed the back of his neck, meeting his counterpart’s eyes. “It would have been super awkward if you didn’t believe me after that.”
The other boy shook his head, even half smiling. “Yeah. So...you’re me but” His eyes trailed his older self’s body again. “….from the future?”
“Yep. From about two years from now. I’m sixteen.”
The younger Danny nodded, biting his lip. “So...two years and I can still...uhh...because of the accident...I can still….”
“Turn into a ghost?” His older counterpart offered.
The boy flinched. “No. I’m not...whatever that was, I’m not a...a ghost.” Almost as if his core sensed his denial, another shiver wracked his body. He flickered intangible and started sinking through the bed with a distressed cry.
Danny reached forward, turning his own hand intangible to grab the younger boy’s wrist. With a combination of ghostly enhanced strength and transferred weightlessness, he pulled the other out of the bed. After a few seconds, his counterpart returned to solidity and Danny let go, allowing him to drop back down onto the mattress.
The younger Danny gritted his teeth, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Stupid...whatever this is!”
“They’re ghost powers, because you’re-” Danny started to explain.
His younger self glared. “Not a ghost. I’m just….sick..or something. The stupid portal-” He shivered again, this time light sparking around his waist.
The older boy frowned, knowing what it signified. At the same time, a memory hit him. Himself sitting on the bed in the dark, that same light trying to overtake him. Heart pounding with terrified, panicked fear. Sam and Tucker trying to calm him down.
“No. NO. What’s happening?!” The younger boy panted, fearfully. “No. Stop!” He pinched his eyes closed, as if trying to push the feeling away. The ring of light disappeared for a second before flaring again. Then he groaned and curled in on himself. “No. Stop! I don’t...I don’t want..” His brow furrowed as he forced the light away again but it just reappeared. “Not again! Please. Stop. I’m not… I’m not….” His breath heaved, tears starting to well in his eyes.
Danny’s core ached at the sight. “Danny…” He started, quietly saying his other self’s name.
The younger boy looked up, glaring. “Stop just staring! Help me.”
“I’m trying.” Danny muttered, feeling chastised. That earned him an annoyed growl, which he completely deserved. So he took a breath, steeling himself. He could do this. 
The boy put a hand on his younger counterpart’s arm. “Don’t fight it.”
“What?” His alternative self demanded.
“That light...your body’s trying to turn into your ghost form.” Danny explained.
“Ghost form?! But… I don’t wanna be a ghost!” There was another groan as the light flared again.
“I know.” The older half ghost squeezed, comfortingly. “I know. I know...I remember how scary this is. But...you’ll be okay, Danny. It’ll be okay. So don’t fight it. Let it happen.”
“But...I don’t...I don’t want this. Please! Make it stop! It hurts.”
“I know. I know.” Danny soothed. “But it’ll stop hurting if you stop fighting and change.”
“Please. Please don’t make me.” The younger boy begged, a tear falling from his eyes.
“Listen to me.” Danny insisted. “I promise, you’ll be okay. You’ll be able change back after. And your body needs this. It’s trying to get used to your new powers. But you’re safe. I’m right here. You can do this.”
Shakily, the younger Danny looked up, meeting his counterpart’s eyes. “You promise?”
Danny gave him a half smile. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’ve been through this already and I turned out okay. So will you.”
The other boy nodded, his brow unfurrowing slightly. He breathed out and the white light dancing over his skin coalesced into a ring. It spread, up towards his head and down towards his feet. Danny shivered as the light passed over the arm he was holding, the cold reaching out to touch his own core. The flash left him blinking spots out of his vision. Then he was staring at the familiar ghost boy, floating across from him.
The younger Danny frowned, staring down at his hands with a heart broken expression. “So...it’s...it’s true. I am a ghost.”
“Yes.” Danny said simply.
His counterpart wrinkled his nose, his fists balling. “So I’m some kind of...some kinda...undead freak.”
Danny pulled his hand away, the words painfully jabbing at his heart. “You’re not a freak. You’re just different now. And that’s okay.”
“No it’s not.” His alternative self snapped. “I’m freaking dead.”
“Well...that’s complicated but-” 
The younger Danny crossed his arms, cutting him off. “Well, excuse me. Apparently, I can turn back to normal so I’m not actually dead. Except I’m still a freaking ghost and..and…” His chest heaved. “Mom and Dad freaking hunt ghosts.” His eyes widened. “Ghosts are supposed to be monsters. Unfeeling violent monsters. I’m...I’m gonna…” He covered his mouth, horror struck. “Oh god. What if-”
“Danny.” The older Danny’s hands were on both of the younger’s shoulders. “Look at me.” With a thought, he summoned his own rings and transformed. “Actually look at me.” The younger boy’s mouth snapped shut as he did so. “I’ve been like this for two years. Two years. And I’m still me. I’m not some monster who hurts people for no reason. I still feel things. I still have all my memories. I’m still me.”
His counterpart frowned. “But...I saw….you’re….we’re….still alive too.”
Danny shook his head. “I’ve met other ghosts too. And...Mom and Dad are wrong. Ghosts are just like the living. Yeah, they’re different but….they’re still people too.”
The younger Danny bit his lip. “But..that’s...that could be a trick or….”
The older boy squeezed his shoulders. “Actually, it was a ghost who sent me here.” 
His counterpart frowned. “What? A ghost?”
Danny nodded. “He’s my mentor. He...he saved me. He saved everyone.” He looked down at the last part, his heart clenching at the memory. His hand stretched out, reaching towards his tied up friends and family. The roar of the explosion, the pressure wave throwing him back, the smoke. Then suddenly suspended in the air, Clockwork in front of him. The older ghost waving and his loved ones appearing, unconscious but alive and unharmed.
The boy shook his head, forcing the memory away. “He watches over the timelines so that explains how I’m here. And he couldn’t come here himself but…” He smiled at his younger self. “Neither of us wanted you to have to go through this alone.”
The other Danny starred, looking bewildered for a long moment. Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Wow...that’s a lot...”
“Yeah, it is.” Danny nodded, agreeing.
Across from him, the younger boy looked overwhelmed, like he was still unsure what to think of all this. His brow furrowed in thought as he picked at his glowing gloves. He then shivered as his hands turned invisible again. He sighed again. “I still hate this. I feel so weird.”
“I know but...you’ll get used to it soon, I promise.” Danny comforted.
His other self just huffed.
Danny bit his lip, stomach flopping. As he said, he did remember the feeling, how strange being in ghost form was at first. It was unnatural and stifling; the randomness of his powers scared him. And there was seemingly nothing to be done, only wait until he got used to his new normal. But right now, he only had one night with this version of himself and words would only do so much. 
The older boy glanced out the window, the stars twinkling through it. His brow furrowed. Maybe if he could show his younger self….. Danny floated up from his cross legged position.
The younger Danny looked up, questioningly. “What’re you doing?”
Danny offered his hand to pull the other boy up. “I want to show you something.”
His counterpart raised a brow but took the hand. Surprisingly smoothly, he floated to his feet. That is, until he noticed he was floating. He wobbled in the air, eyes widening. “Woah!”
Danny grabbed his other arm, steadying him. “There you go. You’ve got it.”
The younger boy stabilized, his gaze flickering from his feet and back to his other self’s face. “Alright. Okay. Maybe that wasn’t so bad.”
The older boy smiled. “Good.” He motioned toward the window. “Let’s go.”
“Where?” The younger Danny tilted his head.
Danny smiled wider. “We’re going flying.”
His counterpart’s eyes widened in surprise but he didn’t ask any questions, even as Danny pulled him towards the window. The older boy flickered intangible, the power passing over his companion as well and they both phased through the window. The younger gasped but still allowed himself to be pulled along as Danny started ascending. In ten seconds, he rose at least a hundred feet; all the while, the younger Danny watched him curiously.
Danny paused, looking out over the town. “Wow. Look at that view.” He smiled. Stretched out below him was Amity Park. His city. His home. He could see all of it. “There’s the park.” He pointed in front of him. “And Casper High.” He turned, pointing slightly to the left of the school. “The Nasty Burger. And-”
His younger self’s hand, which he was still holding, squeezed, the grip almost painful.
Danny looked down, suddenly worried. “What is it?”
“I don’t...I don’t like this.” His voice trembled. “We’re so...so high.”
“Oh..alright. Sorry…” The older boy frowned, concerned and slightly confused. He didn’t remember being this afraid of heights the first time he flew. But then again, this was a different timeline than his. But still….his ghostly tail flickered under him, nervously.
The younger half ghost’s eyes widened and he jerked away. “What the hell happened to your legs?” Danny glanced down at the same time his counterpart did. The younger stared at his own furiously twitching ghostly tail. “What the hell happened to my legs?” 
 Danny held out his hands. “Hey, it’s okay. That’s normal.”
“Normal!?” The other Danny shouted. “Nothing about this is normal!”
“I know but-” He was cut off by a scream.
Below him, the younger’s mouth fell open in horror as white light flashed around his waist. Before he could breath, the ring passed over him and he turned human. Gravity reengaged and he was falling.
The scene seemed to play out in front of Danny in slow motion. His younger self’s hand stretched out in front of him, eyes wide with terror. Danny reached and dove, his ghostly tail trailing behind him. His heart pounded as he strained, flying faster than gravity could pull him down.
Seconds that felt like minutes later, the older boy grabbed his counterpart. His arm reached around the boy’s chest from the back, looped under the other’s arm pits. Danny resisted against gravity and the pair jerked to a stop.
The younger Danny panted. He shook against the other’s chest until he found his voice. “What the hell?! Are you trying to kill me again?”
“I’m sorry!” Danny flinched. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t...I didn’t think this through.”
“Ya think!” The other yelled, angry struggling to cover his fear. “I’m scared of heights!”
The older Danny frowned. “No you’re not.” He’d never been afraid of heights.
“Well, maybe you’re not. But I’m not you!”
Danny’s brow furrowed at the words. He wanted to comment that that wasn’t exactly correct but…. That felt like the wrong thing to say. Instead, he sighed. “ Alright. How about...let’s just go home.”
The younger didn’t say anything as they slowly descended. The ops center grew closer and closer. Soon, the two were floating just inches above the metal surface. Danny let go of his counterpart and he landed on his feet on the roof.
The ghost remained floated, nervously rubbing his neck as his counterpart turned to face him. The younger frowned. He punched his older version in the arm, a little too hard to be playful. “No offense but that sucked.”
Danny bit his lip. “I am so sorry.” He looked down, cheeks coloring with shame. “I really screwed up. I’m so bad at this.”
The other crossed his arms. “Dude. You should at least know what not to do, based on what happened your first time.”
“My first?” Danny’s brow furrowed in question. Then a realization hit him. “This didn’t happen to me.” He motioned between himself and the younger halfa. “I’m from a different timeline. Dimension?” He shook his head. “Sam and Tucker were in that lab during my accident. And they stayed with me my first night as a half ghost.”
The younger Danny’s expression slowly softened. He uncrossed his arms. “Half ghost?”
“Yeah. That’s what we came up with for this.” He motioned to himself. “The other ghosts call me a halfa though.”
The younger nodded. “Alright. So you're still me. But from another timeline. And older.”
“That’s right.” Danny agreed. He shifted nervously in the air. “Like I said, I wasn’t alone tonight. And...I didn’t want you to be either. And I’m sorry I messed up. I really do want to help so….” He bit his lip. “Whatever you need. If you want to talk about stuff, or get some pointers on your powers, or a distraction? I’ll do whatever you want, okay?”
The other Danny studied him for a moment. “I think...I just want a distraction for now. Maybe we can talk later.”
Danny nodded, touching down on the roof. With a thought, he turned human. He looked up. “That stars are a good distraction... or something else?”
His counterpart smiled. “No. Star gazing’s good. I can always ramble about space.”
The two flopped down on the roof and the younger Danny did just that. He pointed out constellations, talked about far away stars and planets and blackholes. Danny listened. It was nice, being on the other side of this. So this is what he sounded like when he got starstruck. It was also wonderful to see his alternative self relax, to see the corner of his lips turn up into a smile. Then, for just a second, his freckles lit up green. 
The younger half ghost stopped in the middle of his sentence, brow furrowing. His eyes flared green and they widened. “Holy...what that…” He reached upward with one hand, as if he could touch the sky. “What  am I seeing?” He turned to look at his older version.
Danny furrowed his brow for a moment before realizing. He’d long grown used to it; his vision was enhanced at night in either form, even without his eyes glowing. But still... he smiled, turning his eyes back to the night sky, deeper and more vibrate than any human could see. “That’s what the night looks like to a ghost.”
“What?” The younger breathed.
“Ghosts can see better than humans in the dark. Like a hundred times better. So that’s what the sky looks like to you now.” 
“But...it’s…. It looks like...when we go to Aunt Alicia’s and...there’s just so many stars but...there’s more colors? And...it’s deeper?” He pointed. “And that’s the Milky Way!”
Danny chuckled. “Yeah.”
The younger boy sat up, looking down at him. “So...if my eyes are glowing…. ‘Cause apparently, that’s something they do now?....It always looks like this.”
The older nodded. “Actually, it always looks like that to me but….yeah.” Danny sighed, looking wistfully. “That’s my second favorite thing about being half ghost. The first is being able to fly.” He met his counterpart’s eyes. “The stars look even more incredible if you’re above the clouds.” He grinned, teeth gleaming. “But the best view is in space.”
His counterpart’s eyes widened. “Space!? You’ve been to…. You’ve been to space?!”
Danny nodded. “Yeah but...I shouldn’t spoil too much. Just be careful. Don’t try it until you know you’ve got a handle on transforming….actually not until after you met...uh...our mentor so he can bail you out if something happens.”
The younger tapped his chin. “This mysterious mentor again. You gonna tell me who he is?”
“Probably shouldn’t. He won’t be happy if I tell you too much about the future.”
The younger Danny hummed. Then he looked back at the sky. He pointed. “Look! A meteor!”
Danny traced the path with his eyes until it fizzled out. “Did you make a wish?” His counterpart nodded and the older raised a brow. “Are you gonna tell me?”
His alternative self turned. “Hey. You know it won’t come true if you tell someone else.”
“I’m not exactly someone else.”
“But you’re not, not someone else.” The younger chuckled. Then his brow furrowed. “So….you said in your timeline, Sam and Tucker were with you tonight?”
“Yeah. They...We were all really scared but...they helped me figure out what was happening.” He sighed. “I wouldn’t have made it this far without them.”
The younger turned back to look at the sky, frowning.
“What is it?” Danny asked.
“They’re gonna think I’m a freak.” His alternative self whispered. 
Danny frowned. “You don’t really think that.”
The younger raised a brow, as if to say seriously. Then he shivered as a hand turned intangible and sunk into the roof. He groaned. “Not again.” He pulled the limb out and frowned as his hand turned invisible again. “Really? This isn’t going to freak them out?”
The older sighed. “I mean honestly...it might, a little but...they’ll want to understand and help you.”
The other Danny just huffed as his arm reappeared.
“Haven’t they always been there for you?” Danny asked.
His counterpart’s expression softened. “Yeah, they have.”
“So trust them now. They’re your friends.” 
“But…” He worried his lip. “Oh god. How am I even supposed to have that conversation?”
Danny frowned, thinking. He didn’t know how to answer. He hadn’t had to tell them but…. “I guess just go for it. They’ll believe you. And remember they’ll always have your back.”
The other boy said nothing for a long while. Then he glared as his hand disappeared again. “How do I get this to stop?”
The older look at the outline of the invisible limb. “Well….your body’s still adjusting to your powers so it’s going to do that for a while-”
“Wow. That’s a big help.” The younger Danny interrupted.
Danny continued, with an eye roll. “But...for me, it got better after I started practicing my powers.”
The other’s eyes widened and he sat up. “You’re not serious.”
“I am. I had to learn how to turn invisible and intangible on purpose. It was like...my powers wanted to be used. They're a part of me. I couldn't just ignore them and hope they went away. I had to use them."
The younger shook his head. "That sounds wrong. I mean...these are ghost powers." He emphasized the word with worry and just a hint of disgust; the implication was clear.
Danny frowned but his voice was patient and kind. "Yeah, they are. But being a ghost doesn't make you bad, Danny. It's just...a different way of existing."
The fourteen year old studied him for a long moment. Finally, he said. "You really believe that."
The other boy nodded. "Yeah, I do." 
It had taken a while. Practicing his powers with his friends and seeing how comfortable and accepting they were of him. Meeting, talking to, and learning from other ghosts. It was hard to unlearn a lifetime of biases ingrained by his parents and he still felt uncertain at times but it was getting better. (He'd even made headway in changing his parent's beliefs about ghosts but that was another story.)
Across from him, the young Danny sighed. "Alright. That's...I don't know what to think of that but… I guess you can give me some pointers at least and...I'll think about what you said."
"Really?!" Danny's eyes lit up excitedly and he sat up.
The younger joined him in a sitting position. "Yeah." He sighed. "I guess this is the part where you show me the ropes."
"Okay." The older rubbed his hands together. "First… you're gonna need to change into your ghost form." 
His counterpart's eyes widened. "No. Nah uh. No way."
"Your powers are easier to use if you transform. Plus…" Danny raised a brow. "Do you want to randomly change into a ghost during dinner?"
The younger paled before conceding. "Alright. I'll do it. But…. How?"
The older boy hummed, considering. "Okay so…." He placed his hand on his chest. "You know that ball of cold right here?" 
His counterpart gave him a confused look. "What are you talking about?"
Danny frowned, leaning forward. "In the center of your chest, a little to the right of your heart." He gently grabbed the other boy's hand and placed it on his own chest. "Can you feel it? It kinda hums like...well...it reminds me of the refrigerator…. 'Cause it buzzes, sounds kinda electrical, and it’s cold…."
The younger Danny's brow furrowed in thought. After a long moment, slight realization lit his eyes. "Yeah. Okay. I think I'm feeling...something."
Danny nodded. "That's my core. It's where my powers come from." At the other's understanding nod, he continued. "You have the same thing inside of you." 
His counterpart frowned, lowering his hand. “Of course I do.”
The older’s expression softened. “You don’t have to be afraid of this. Your core is a part of you. Just like your heart or your brain. It’s an organ that controls your powers; that’s all it is.”
Honestly, that was a simplification. Even with the very basic knowledge he’d learned at the Far Frozen, Danny knew his core did much more than regulate his powers. It helped him think and remember, to sense and respond to things around him. But right now, his other self just needed to know to not be afraid of a part of himself.
“If you say so.” The younger looked down. He moved his hand up to his own chest, brow furrowing.
Danny glanced at the other’s chest. “Now, can you feel it now?”
“Yeah.” The other Danny confirmed, still frowning. “So...how do I...uhh...transform?”
The older nodded. “Close your eyes.” The younger boy did so and Danny continued. “Really focus on that cold, that energy. Feel it swirling around in your chest. It’s pulsing and buzzing, deep inside you. Now…” The boy took a breath. “Reach out and touch that cold with your mind. Wrapped your hands around it and...pull. Pull it to the surface.”
His counterpart’s brow furrowed in concentration; clearly he was listening to the words and trying to put them into practice. His nose wrinkled, focus increasing. Then the younger Danny gasped. White light danced over his skin, forming a ring around his chest. Surprised, his eyes popped open and then widened as his gaze fell on the ring.
Danny smiled encouragingly. “That’s it. Now just let it pass over you.”
The younger nodded, taking a breath. The ring passed a few heartbeats later, leaving a ghost floating across from Danny.
“You did it.” The older congratulated.
The younger Danny looked down at his hands, flipping them over and examining the glow of his gloves. “I did….” His brow furrowed. “That actually wasn’t that bad.” He lowered his hands. “Still weird though.”
Danny chuckled. “You’ll get used to it.”
His counterpart didn’t reply to that, instead asking. “So what now?”
The older Danny transformed into his ghost form. “I guess, I’ll go over the basic powers and help you practice for a bit.”
The younger Danny nodded, relaxing his shoulders with forced confidence. “Let’s do this.”
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The two spend the next hour practicing. Danny explained the three basic powers: invisibility, intangibility, and flight. He demonstrated each. Flickering invisible, phasing through the metal pillars on top of the ops center, flying circles above the roof.
“Now you try.” Danny encouraged after showing off each power.
His younger self did try, despite his anxiety. The displays of his powers were spotty. He flickered in and out of visibility like a dying light bulb. Random parts of his body turned intangible and he furrowed his power, concerting great effort to turn to his whole body intangible. But he was making progress. 
“There you go!” Danny cheered as his alternative self successfully phased through the satellite dish twice in a row. He grinned, offering the other boy a high five.
The younger Danny returned the gesture. “Yeah!”
The practice continued, the new halfa’s confidence growing. It made Danny happy to see his counterpart growing more comfortable, even if his control was still laughable. His body continued flickering invisible and intangible to the younger’s frustration. The older half ghost figured things would be like that for a while, as the younger’s body adjusted to his new core and powers. But the prospect of him spending less time confused and less time afraid of his powers was a bright one. And another bright prospect….
Danny glanced at the air just below his counterpart’s glowing boots. He smiled. “You’ve got a great handle on floating.”
The younger Danny looked down, browning furrowing. Then his eyes widened in realization. He wobbled in the air.
Danny reached out to steady him. “Hey, don’t think about it too hard. Just let your body do what it will. Flying’s natural to us ghosts.”
His counterpart frowned. Clearly, he didn’t like being called a ghost again but he didn’t comment. Instead, he straightened and focused on his older self’s face. “Alright. I’ll do that, just… let my body do it’s thing.”
“Good.” Danny patted him on the shoulder. He offered a half smile. “Let’s fly. I promise I won’t go too high this time.
The older half ghost did as he said, leading his younger self in a circle around the ops center while floating only about five feet above the roof. 
After a few circles, he let go, flying in front of the younger. Giving a mischievous grin, he glanced back over his shoulder. “Let’s go a little faster.”
The younger Danny raised a brow, a smile sneaking onto his face. He increased his speed, inching in front of the other boy. In return, Danny smiled and flew faster himself. He pulled forward, in front of the other boy. The younger’s slight smile grew and he darted forward, faster still.
Just like that, a race started. The two ghosts circled the roof, chasing each other. Slowly, smiles grew into laughter. Danny snickered, dodging around the satellite dish. Seconds later, his younger self phased through. The older flew higher, his legs morphing into a ghostly tail as he twisted back around to fly in the other direction. The other Danny let out a laugh, reaching for him but just missing. Danny dove down, phasing through the roof with his counterpart following seconds later. He passed by the fridge, before darting up through the roof again.
Danny flew about about five feet up and then froze as another shooting star careened across the sky. He marveled for just a second before a cold body slammed into him. The air weezed out of his lungs and he let out a cry as the pair tumbled, head over heels. 
With some effort, Danny slowed the tumble. He looked down, recognizing the arms were wrapped around his chest and the shaking body they were connected to. The older halfa ghost put hand on the younger’s back. “Hey. It’s okay.”
The other Danny looked up. He was laughing. “Oh man...this is ridiculous.” He let go, slowly backing up. “But I really needed that.”
Danny smiled. “No problem. I’m happy you’re having a good time.”
The younger raised a hand to rub the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Yeah well...thanks.” He glanced down, paling as he realized they were floating three stories above the street. Danny took his hand, leading him back to the roof.
“So do you want to practice some more or….” The older started once both had touched down on the roof. Then the younger yawned. The corner of Danny’s lip turned up. “I guess that answers my question.”
The other boy yawned, stretching. “Yeah. Let’s go to bed.” He glanced down. “Oh uh…. Should I turn back or….”
“We can just phase into your bedroom. That’s less noisy than climbing down the steps.”
“Yeah. Okay.” The younger Danny nodded in agreement. His older self phased through the roof and he followed.
Seconds later, the two halfas were floating inside of Danny Fenton’s bedroom. With a flash of light, the older turned human. 
The younger frowned. “How do I turn back?”
“Oh, right.” Danny bit his lip, considering. “So where your heart is...there should be this little warm spot. I kinda think of it as a candle flame. You want to coax that, make it bigger so you’re warm and heavy and-” He was cut off by a flash.
The younger Danny touched down. “That was a lot easier than the other way around.”
Danny shrugged. “Figures. You’re more used to being a human than a ghost.”
“Yeah.” The younger sat on the bed. “So I’m going to go to sleep then. What about you?” His lips turned down. “Are you leaving or…?”
Danny shook his head. “Not until the morning.” He walked over to the closet. “I’ll use your sleeping bag if you don’t mind.”
“Go for it.” The younger was already lying down. He watched sleepily as Danny retrieved the sleeping bag and settled on the floor. He yawned. “Good night.”
“Good night.” Danny hummed in return.
Soon, the younger Danny was snoring. The older laid still for a few minutes, mind going over all that had happened tonight. But his thought stilled, fatigue overtaking him as well. He sighed happily, falling asleep.
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Danny drifted in sleep, his mind floating through dreams. Not nightmares for once but pleasant ones. Having a picnic with his friends and family. Making cookies with Clockwork. Flying through space. He floated up, out of the depths of sleep. Awareness of the waking world slowly enveloped him. Morning light on his face. Warm, thick fabric around him. The hardness of...the floor? His brow furrowed but he just buried his face in his pillow.
Then there was a thump behind him. Danny jerked, rolling over. He squinted, eyes falling on a figure less than two feet in front of him. He frowned. It was….himself?
“Ouch.” The boy groaned. “How the heck did I end up under the bed...” He trailed off, eyes falling on Danny. “Oh...it’s you. That...all that really happened.”
Danny’s mind finally caught up as he remembered. Last night. Clockwork sending him through the time window. Talking his younger self through his second transformation into a ghost. Trying to take him flying. Stargazing with him. Demonstrating his ghost powers and helping his young counterpart practice.
Danny hummed. “Yep. Really here.” The corner of his lip turned up. “And I guess you phased through the bed in your sleep.”
The younger grumbled. “I thought practicing was supposed to help.”
“It will...just not overnight. Like I said, your body’s still trying to adjust. It’ll take time so be patient.”
The other Danny groaned. “Great.”
“I know it sucks but you’ll get through it.” Danny promised.
His counterpart didn’t reply. Instead, he stood up and then laid back down on his bed. His eyes flickered to the window and the light streaming through it. He glanced down at his older self. “So...it’s morning.”
“Yeah. I don’t know when my portal will open but it should be soon.”
The younger Danny nodded soberly.  “And...I guess you can’t tell me much more about the future.”
“No. I can’t.” Danny said, feeling guilty.
If he could, there’s a lot he would say. About the ghosts he’d fight. About Vlad. About Valerie. About his parents. But Clockwork trusted him and….
“Okay.” The younger sighed. “But...I’ll be okay, right?”
Slowly, Danny sat up. He studied his younger self for a bit before smiling. “You’ll be okay.” His brow furrowed, considering. “Yeah, everything’s not always perfect…” He remembered his many ghost fights. Valerie’s grudge against him. His parent’s mistrust. All of the headaches Vlad had caused him. 
“But I’ve done and seen so many incredible things.” Saving the town. Meeting Clockwork, Frostbite, Dora, Pandora. Dating Valerie and his truces with the Red huntress. Slowly changing his parents’ opinions on ghosts. Meeting and saving Danielle. And all the while….“ And Sam and Tucker have been with me, the whole time. We’ve only gotten closer since my accident. We’re team Phantom and we’ve helped so many people and learned so much. Really just...it’s been incredible and…. I know it will be that same for you.” Danny finished with complete conviction.
His younger self considered his words for a long time before he raised a brow. “Team Phantom?”
Danny smirked. “That’s a spoiler.”
The other Danny huffed before his expression softened. “Alright that’s….” He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “All of this had been so unbelievable but...I still believe you.” He sighed. “And I’m going to tell Sam and Tucker about my accident.
Danny’s eyes widened, his lips turning up. “Really?”
“Yeah. You’ve convinced me. ‘Cause you were right last night. They have alway been there for me so...thanks for reminding me.”
The older boy smiled. “You’re welcome.”
Danny stayed like that for a moment, smiling and watching his younger self with satisfaction. Faintly, he felt the medallion around his neck hum. And he knew it was time. To his side, a blue portal sparked into existence.
The younger Danny’ eyes widened. “Is that it?”
Danny nodded and stood up. “Yep. That’s my way home.” He turned to the portal, preparing to step through. “I guess this is goodbye.”
The younger Danny also stood, frowning. “Am I gonna see you again?”
Danny shook his head. “I don’t think so. Not like this.”
The other boy nodded, seeing to understand what he meant. That conundrum. Two different yet so similar lives. The same person and yet not.
The younger Danny stepped forward. He wrapped his arms around his counterpart. “Thank you for making sure I wasn’t alone last night.”
Danny hugged him back. “I...I couldn’t see you in pain if I could do something about it.” He squeezed. “Take care of yourself, Danny.”
The younger also squeezed. “You too, Danny.”
The pair stayed like that for a long moment before pulling away. With parting waves, Danny stepped through the portal.
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aggressivelyclueless · a month ago
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Danny and Wes on a school project, aka Absolute Bastard Hour. but it's only fun and games until somebody oversteps
Words: 11,478
phight edition, aka first draft. i like the dynamics in this one! am putting it on the shortlist of ones to migrate over to ao3 At Some Point
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aggressivelyclueless · a month ago
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Mikey has a freak accident in the science lab and comes back as a ghost haunting Casper. guess who's got to tell him : )
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phight edition, aka first draft. had fun with the concept on this one, reasoning out how a ghost forms, stuff like that. finished version to be put up on ao3 At Some Point
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nocturna-starr · a month ago
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Intentional Creation
Prompter: @phantomphangphucker
Prompt: Danny created Phantom intentionally and knew full well what he was doing, the first time.
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In Danny’s totally unbiased opinion, his parents were naive. They were creating a portal to another world! Did they not expect said inhabitants from said world to make an appearance in the living realm? Or did they believe that somehow the very creatures they wanted to study wouldn’t be curious themselves?
“Don’t worry Danno! No ghost would dare cross through Jack Fenton’s portal!”
Sure.
“Danny, your parents are the experts, right? Just leave it to them! Everything will be okay!”
Yep… Nothing to worry about…
“Ghosts aren’t even real!”
Was everyone around him actually this stupid?
He should be playing the newest update for DOOM or studying for Mr. Lancer’s test on the Merchant of Venice. He should not be studying his parents research to make sure they didn’t blow up the house or contaminate him and Jazz again like they did the last time Jack and Maddie Fenton tried to invent a green energy source.
Suddenly Danny heard a knock on the door.
“Danny, it’s Jazz. Aren’t you going to get some sleep? We have school tomorrow!”
“Just looking over some papers.” Danny called. He heard his sister huff, but fortunately she didn’t push the issue forward. No doubt she herself would be up all night studying some new psychology book she had found in the library.
And she said that she was nothing like their parents.
He found himself glancing at the numbers. Math may not be his best subject, but to his untrained eye the calculations his mother made had no mistakes. The machine they were going to finish would certainly rip a hole into another dimension.
Then his dad would tell anyone and everyone who would listen that he would protect them from the threat he himself had created. His dad would go up against the wrong supernatural creature and…
Despite how much his father annoyed him, Danny loved the man. He couldn’t imagine a world without Jack Fenton. His mother, a former cop, might be able to handle the situation slightly better, but even she would become overwhelmed by the ghosts eventually. They needed someone who was on the same power level as the ghosts and who would protect humanity rather than harm it.
Didn’t his parents say that someone had gotten ectoradiation due to their naivety the first time they had built s portal? What was his name again… Paul… Chad? It didn’t matter. Maybe it was possible to replicate something like that! But instead of being contaminated, maybe one could fuse with the ectoplasm.  But who could he convince to give up their humanity for the world?
Danny put down the papers. Didn’t Sam say she wanted to make a difference?
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“Whoa! I can’t believe it dude! Your parents actually made a real portal.” Danny’s best friend Tucker Foley gawked at the expensive machinery in the wall.
“Yeah, if only it worked.” Danny eyed the knobs at the side of the portal. Everything was still in position fortunately. His dad for once in his life had decided not to fiddle with something he had not done.
“It’s actually pretty cool, even not working. Imagine the worlds that are barely out of reach.” Sam sighed.
Danny smiled. Sam was still innocent. He hoped that her optimism, despite being a ghost, would remain. It would suck if he had to repeat the experiment all over again. Tucker wouldn’t be as powerful a ghost. Anyone after that would be a malicious ghost that Jack Fenton would have the honour of destroying.
The goth gently touched the portal, as if it were something sacred. It was like she knew her place of death was here. Tucker snapped a couple of pictures. Danny watched them, noting each soft smile or excited look sent his way. Would they feel this way when the portal took everything they knew in a couple of minutes?
“Wanna look inside?” Danny asked. He felt his heart begin to race. This was the moment that would forever change humanity. In the future, kids would be talking about the origin story of Sammy Geist or Tucker Ghouly. Would they see him as a good person, or a mad scientist? Would they understand why he did this and not judge him only on his actions? Or would they allow his name to fade to time because no one would ever know that the accident wasn’t an accident?
“Sure Danny!” Sam grinned. Without a second thought she walked inside.
“I’m good dude. I’d rather not be inside, and the thing click on.” Tucker didn’t look up from his PDA.
Maybe he should have tried to get Sam to dress in a Hazmat suit. The extra protection could have led her into a false sense of security which would allow for mistakes to occur. The Hazmat suit also could have acted as a disguise. Sam Manson, Amity Park’s most famous goth, would never have been caught dead in one of those.
“What are all of these wires for? What about all these buttons? Tuck you’re the tech guru, you should really come inside.” Sam called.
“Actually Sam, I think you should get out.” Tucker warned. Did Tucker suspect something? Danny had never even written his thoughts down in a journal let alone share them with anyone else! How could his best friend even know?
Why did he suddenly feel so guilty?
“Just a sec Tucker!” Sam called. Her hand grazed a large red button. Danny wanted to tell her to push it or to startle her and cause her to “accidentally” press it. Yet the words refused to come from out of him. Why did he feel so terrible for wanting to save the world? What was one life to billions? It wasn’t like she was actually going to die!
Why was his life more important than Sam’s?
“Hey Sam, I want a turn to see!” Danny found himself calling. He watched as she safely exited the portal. He grabbed the suit his father had made especially for him and put it on.
Sam grinned, ripping off the picture of his dad’s face that he insisted on putting on everything. “You aren’t going in with that on, are you?”
“I guess not.” Danny tried to smile.
“Nervous? Just think of all the cool worlds that this portal can connect to.” Sam grinned.
He nodded, hoping to disguise his dread as minor fear. He took a step in the portal and began walking towards the button that Jack and Maddie Fenton in their infinite wisdom had chosen to keep. Time seemed to slow the closer he got to it. He could hear his own heart beat and feel every breath he took. Once he was transformed, would he miss feeling of breathing?  There was no going back. If he chickened out now, Danny knew he would never build the courage to do this again. Then the world would be doomed.
Once he was close enough, Danny “tripped” and pressed the button. His walk of death couldn’t compare to the absolute freeze in time that occurred just after he pressed the button. The youngest Fenton swore he heard the phrase “All is as it should be…” before the light engulfed him into a world of agony.
He was glad that he didn’t force his best friends to experience it. His essence was ripped apart then sewn back together again. His heart raced before falling into a slow and steady rhythm. He was Danny Fenton, then he was nothing. He was human, until he wasn’t. Everything became dark.
He saw flashes of his life slip by and flashes of the future. He heard the screams of the dying and cries of those who were living for the first time. He felt sudden felt a weight that he had never known fall off of his shoulders. The freedom was only felt for a couple of seconds (or was it years?) before a much heavier weight was flung onto him.
He felt himself begin to walk. A light and a voice beckoned him forward. He felt something grabbing his leg, trying to keep him away. He knew he had to fight against it. If he stayed, then there would be no one to fight against his parents’ mistakes.
As he moved forward, the thing clutching his leg felt heavier and heavier. His steps became smaller and smaller. Maybe it was best if he stayed behind? Just as the it seemed that the thing would win, he broke free. He raced to the light, determined to not be trapped again.
“DANNY! DANNY!” Her heard a woman cry.
As he came closer, the light became a doorway. He smiled and stumbled across.
“Danny is that you?” Sam cried.
It worked?! Danny grinned. Everything would be fine now. Tomorrow there would be problems, but now there could be solutions. Ghosts would attack and he would be right there to stop them. The lack of sleep the previous night and the exhaustion of the portal claimed him. Danny fell into his last peaceful rest.
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amabsis · a month ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Danny Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, OCs, Clockwork (Danny Phantom), the general public, Vlad Masters Additional Tags: can you tell idk how lawyers work?, behold the fruits of my labor, probably not gonna finish these, so here, Abandoned Work - Unfinished and Discontinued, i just copy pasted the google doc Series: Part 3 of 1st Phic Phight (2021) Summary:
Unfinished WIPs from Phic Phight.
A final Ao3 link for the end of Phic Phight. @sapphireswimming @ectopal @kawaiijohn and @ninjaukulele, please enjoy the jumble of words I managed to put together.
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datawyrms · a month ago
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For Phic Phight 2021! (not completely finished but AAAAfinshnowwww) lowkey Dannymay Day 2 Portal, as well
"That portal is awesome!" Sam says. "Would be so cool if it worked."
Danny goes down into the lab that night to try a few things—it doesn't quite go as he planned.(aka a no one knows au) (Dey’s prompt!)
Danny really wished Sam and Tucker had stayed a bit longer that day. With them around, maybe he wouldn’t have wandered in that portal like an idiot. In his own defense, how could he have known that little panel in there had been an on switch? Who’d put that inside a reality tearing portal device? Jack and Maddie Fenton, apparently. He was just lucky the thing hadn’t killed him! Or at least, managed to overdo it to the point he...survived somehow? He hadn’t really decided what that portal had done exactly. Waking in a pained heap, bathed in a haunting green glow from the now active portal was confusing enough. Looking up and seeing a stranger in the reflective panel nearby just made it worse. Of course he didn’t take it well, or know what to think. If he’d become a ghost, his parents would freak. Fixing their portal by turning into some...evil human hating creature probably wasn't in the plan. At least his terror somehow managed to get him to become human again. Heartbeat and everything. He hoped it had just been a weird one off, or he’d imagined it from trauma. Until he started falling through things. He died so hard  that he got his life back? The portal only managed to kill half of him? He was dead but ‘imitating humans’ was his specialty? Some human that just got to use his ‘soul’ or whatever to be a ghost early? Sam and Tucker might have had guesses- but he knew one thing right away. Whatever happened, he wasn’t all human anymore. He couldn’t tell them. What if they decided that was just too weird? What if they blamed themselves for not being there- thought they’d killed him? It wasn’t worth the risk. Besides, he couldn’t let Mom and Dad find out, so he’d be trying to hide any of the new weirdness anyway. Might as well just always do it. Maybe the weird new abilities would just go away. They hadn’t. They just forced him to think about it to keep both feet on the ground. He could deal.
Until other ghosts started showing up. Ghosts that actually knew how to be ghosts, terrifying powers and all. Ghosts that seemed to know what he was. He’d nearly jumped out of his skin when a green woman in a hairnet tapped him on the shoulder and asked who ‘changed the menu’. There was a lot of screaming and running away at that, considering she was floating and well. Obviously some sort of dead person. Freaky Fenton attracts freaky ghosts. Of course. She didn’t buy his claim of not knowing why the menu wasn’t exactly the same as fifty years ago (why would he? That’s a lot of years!) and thought setting ovens on fire and throwing them at him was a fair answer! So apparently Mom and Dad were totally right about ghosts being completely terrifying monsters that he should run away from very quickly. Which he did. He only ran into two walls he meant to go through, even. Just more reasons to never, ever tell anyone he might be like that crazed ghost lady. Mom and Dad proving their inventions actually did work sometimes was just icing on the ‘i’m so screwed’ cake. Ghosts exist, they fought one, and the school got shuttered for a week from excessive damage via flying appliance. Fun.
It was dumb to pretend that was a one off thing. It was stupid to think he could keep hiding what happened that day. Even if it felt safer, even if he just wanted to keep denying the portal was open so she could keep pretending it hadn’t done anything to him. Maybe if someone knew, he wouldn’t be hopelessly trapped by a huge glowing robot. Running didn’t work on this one like it did the older ghost lady. He tried, he really did, but the self proclaimed hunter kept tracking him down. Even when he transformed into the strange ghost version of himself he failed to dissuade the robot. Punching metal still hurt as a ghost, and so did getting pelted with little missiles. So much for intangibility being an advantage.
“You’re lucky that you’re a rare creature, whelp. Otherwise I’d be disappointed by how little effort hunting you took.”
Great, flame head thought he was a disappointing freak. More pressing was the net the ghost had shot at him that he couldn’t struggle free of. Even drawing on his weird ghost side wouldn’t let him phase through it. “Pretty sure you can’t hunt endangered species!” He redoubled his effort as the ghost picked up the net, trying to trick himself that his swinging was making him feel ill, not the terror of being carried off by some monster that came through the portal just to hunt him down.
“Hah! If I didn’t take you ghost child, someone else would simply end you.” The blank green eyes stared into his own as the machine pulled him up higher. “You should be grateful to be part of my collection.”
Danny gulped, unsure if he should keep his attention on his captor or the fact they were getting closer to the swirling portal. “How about no thanks? Since you’re such a good samaritan and all. You can just let me go and forget all about uh...this.” Why couldn’t he just squeeze out of the net, or make the rest of him all weird like when his legs decided to vanish sometimes? Pulling with his gloved hands wasn’t working, and the glow just grew  brighter as the lump in his throat got thicker. “Please? You already said I was weak, if you let me go I’ll be stronger next time!” Okay, it was a stupid plea but he’d try anything right now to not get dragged to some ghost world.
“I’m not a catch and release sort of hunter.” The ghost chuckled as his prey shrank back with the denial.
“How can you be the ‘Greatest’ hunter if you just go after kids, huh?” Begging wasn’t working, so maybe getting him angry? He couldn’t go through there, what if being on the other side made him more like this thing, or the other weird green monsters? “More like lamest hunter.”
“Oh you’ll see the sort of creatures I normally hunt, ghost child. Once you join them.” Skulker shook the net hard, rattling what little bravado Danny had managed to gather up right back out of him.
So much for that hope. “This has got to be a mistake, just let me go!” The ghost didn’t answer him, and he couldn’t help closing his eyes when the mechanical monster fired up a jetpack and flew through that portal. It wasn’t as cold as he feared it would be, it wasn’t like the void of space. Just as green as the portal, still a swirling background to everything. He swore he saw faces and doors, but couldn’t keep looking for long. The combined movement of being dragged along with the spinning energy was stomach churning enough, and he had to deal with the fact he didn’t know anything about this place. Even if this ghost decided to let him go, where would he go? Was there even anything to navigate with? He certainly didn’t see anything useful like stars. Would all this green stuff just soak into him and make him not want to find home? Nothing here made sense! It was easier to curl up instead of struggling with the net to stretch out, and the stupid ghost couldn’t see how the tears welled in his eyes as he struggled not to cry.
He should have been braver, should have tried to watch more, but it’d been too much. The crunch of metal against stone jarred him out of his silent self berating, just to be even more confused. He was on an island? That just floated, because islands did that here. Islands that had forests on them, that grew out of what looked like rock. Sure, okay. At least it was a bit of a distraction from the fact he was trapped by some evil robot in a completely different reality! Well. It had been. Seeing the fact the ghost lived in some weird stone skull jutting out of a mountain made him snort despite himself.
“You said my puns were bad, and you live in that thing?” He was pretty sure the green mohawk monster was Skull-something anyway. Mostly tuned it out after he kept repeating the ‘greatest hunter’ bit. “Ghost Zone’s Greatest Halloween Decoration’s a more fitting title.”
“For a terrified whelp, you are very chatty.”
“I think I looped around from terrified when I saw how doomed I am.” He was just joking. Totally. He wasn’t goofing around to try and fend off the engulfing panic of never getting home, nope. Absolutely not. He tried to pay attention to the strange ‘skull mountain house thing’, but the fact it reminded him more like a zoo inside wasn’t helping. Massive, monstrous glowing ghosts leering out and snapping as they passed, smaller sorts that didn’t even look up and several empty cages stained green was not calming his nerves. He couldn’t even describe some ghosts, being such a confusing jumble of parts that didn’t remind him of anything. All he could tell was robo-hunter probably didn’t have any willing guests. Unwilling guests that looked far, far more powerful than anything he could dream of trying. He was so, so doomed. To the point that being tossed roughly in a similar cage was almost a relief so he wasn’t right beside the ghost anymore.
First task was struggling free of the no longer glowing net (deactivated somehow? weird.) which wasn’t too hard, but just left him in his freaky ghost form, in a cage, in the middle of who knew where. The Ghost Zone, that’s what they kept calling it. Not Earth. Fantastic! That’s enough to get a C-, but not enough to get him out of this cage. Reaching through the bars was out, the unexpected shock had him rubbing his hand and grumbling to how having some invisible field between the bars was just unfair. At least let him see it before hurting him more. Now what? Grasping that feeling that let him walk through walls wasn’t letting him through the cage floor, just like how the net wouldn’t let him out.  Floating just reminded him of getting dragged here. So that was it. Why did he have to get stupid dying powers? They didn’t even do anything useful!
Stressing out and not finding a way out was an exhausting way to spend a few hours. He kept thinking of new problems, like he didn’t have enough already. When the robot wandered past, he almost grabbed the bars to get closer. “Hey! Screw head!”
The ghost actually looked at him, the stern face looking more confused than anything.
“Yeah you! You know I’m gonna like, starve to death in here, right?” Danny had no idea how he was managing to say something he was very terrified of coming true like it was a joke. “Kind of a waste, don’t ya think?”
“You will be fine, ghost child. Your pleas for freedom won’t fool me.”
“Wanna bet? Maybe we’re so rare because we all starve to death in this dumb ghost world or whatever.” That and there probably weren’t too many people dumb enough to get shocked to...sort of death. “That and like, you’re some freaky machine man, you probably don’t know anything about eating to start with.”
Skulker kept staring at him, as if doing that would suddenly reveal all his secrets. “Well I prefer live specimens, but I suppose I could always do with another rug.”
Oh gross! “Seriously? Do I look like rug material to you?”
“Wall art?”
Yup, he was gagging now. The very idea a ghost would want to do that just made his spine want to shake right out of him with disgust. “I’d be way out of place, all of the other ghosts here look like animals! You’ll just gross all your hunter buddies out.” Maybe if he pretended to be some know it all like Jazz the ghost would...reconsider making him into wall art? Uurk. What was his life that he even needed to think that?
At least that got the metal monster pondering, massive hand scratching at his chin. “I do wonder if your pelt would only show half of your nature.”
“How about we don’t test that and say we did.” He’d seen some of the knives on the way in and did not want any of them near him thank you very much. Not that he had much of a choice- oh man he really, really did not want to learn why Sam hated the fur industry this way. “Pretty sure I’d just die. More. Or something.”
“Oh, but you’ve seen the other pelts on the way in. They’ve still got enough of a spark to not melt to nothing ghost child. I’m not that sloppy.”
Oh so he could be barely aware wall art. Even better!  What would he do, skin him alive or just crush him? Both? “Humans don’t melt.” It was all he could think of blathering out. Don’t think about what the terrifying ghost guy can do Fenton, just don’t.
“True...unfortunately I don’t have another subject to test on.”
Score one for being a unique sort of freaky ghost kid. Maybe. “Soooo how about you just bring me back and rethink the whole uh. Hunting me thing.”
That just got Skulker laughing. “Not a chance whelp.”
“I’m not a whelp! I don’t even fit in with all your monster-things!” It had annoyed him, really. The other ghosts didn’t really...talk? “I’m not some animal!” 
More chuckling, as if amused by a puppy chasing its tail. “Of course you are, with that stench of the human world on you.”
“You think I smell. With what nose, metalhead?”
“None of your business. Not to fear, any ghost here can tell you’re a hybrid. That human body you insist on wearing can be felt even when you’re in a superior form.”
Oh, was this a ghosts thinking humans were animals thing? Or was this a ghosts are kinda racist to different ghosts thing. Was there a difference? He probably should have paid more attention in civics. “Yeah well that ‘human body’ needs food.” He wasn’t even going to touch the idea that he was ‘wearing’ his own body, eeeeugh.
“I’ll figure out a solution to your hybrid failings, child. I won’t let a prize go that easily.”
Greeeeeeat.
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ecto-american · a month ago
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Stuck (Stubbornly)
Phic Phight Oneshot for @deuynndoodles​ : Jack and Maddie are stuck in the Ghost Zone. Fortunately for them, Phantom's around and willing to help out. However, they'll rather be arrested by a ghost warden and put in ghost jail before they'd allow some teenage menace to help them. Oh wait...
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"Should we call Jazz or Danny?" Jack suggested.
Maddie stared out into the unending void of the Ghost Zone. It hurt to think that their voyage, a trip that they had been planning out for months, would end so soon already, but they had barely made any progress when they realized just how much fuel the Specter Speeder was guzzling. Something was wrong.
"...Not yet," she determined. "We should have emergency fuel. We should be able to get back without any problems. Can you refill?"
"You got it," Jack replied, and he got out of the co-pilot seat. She could hear him go to the back, and shuffling around. He didn't say anything for a while, and that immediately began to unnerve her, but she kept her attention on the dashboard, trying to think of what went wrong when building. Was their fuel lines loose? Was there gas leaking everywhere? "Uh, Mads? I'm not seeing it?"
Her blood froze, but no need to panic. Maybe he just didn't see…
Maddie walked to the back and checked. And checked. Moved some stuff around, checked some more.
They had no emergency fuel.
"Why don't we go outside and check the engine?" Jack suggested. "Maybe we can figure something out." With a dry mouth, she nodded, and they hesitantly went outside to check.
There were no ghosts around, thankfully, just an endless green void. They knew that they would be safe breathing in the GZ air, thanks to their prior tests and experiments. They hooked themselves to a rope using a carabiner clip, the other end tied tightly to the speeder. Floating unnerved her, and she kept a hand on the speeder as they went to the front of the speeder. Jack popped the hood, and smoke floated out, making Maddie's heart sink. This was definitely not a good sign at all, or something that could be a simple fix.
"Need some help?"
Maddie looked over her shoulder to see…
"Absolutely not," she scowled. Phantom was floating nearby.
"Are you sure?" he asked. He floated up a bit higher to glance at their vehicle. "Looks like you got. Well, uh, basically car trouble."
"Leave. Now."
Phantom opened his mouth to say more, but Maddie pulled her ecto-gun out.
"We don't want help from some lowlife ghost!" she hissed. Phantom put his hands up in surrender and flew away.
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An hour passed, and they decided to take a break working on the engine. Every possible problem that she could think of had been exhausted, and she had to take a break to both cool down and think. She sat on the steps leading into the speeder, with Jack deciding to lay on the floor of the inside.
"Fuel line wasn't broken, none of the lines were cut or had knicks. There's no reason it should be draining so much gas," Jack thunk aloud. "There shouldn't be anything besides the engine that the gas is going to, and there's no weird random connections to anywhere else. The battery's still good."
"And we forgot the emergency fuel," Maddie slumped over. Jack sighed.
"It's my own fault," he replied. "I should have checked to make sure Jazz and Danny had properly put all the supplies in. A proper exploration team always triple checks before a voyage."
Maddie could only give a low hum of agreement as she stared out into the zone. She felt somebody pat the side of the speeder, and she scowled as she saw Phantom grinning at her, giving a half way.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed.
"I brought help this time," Phantom told her, and he jerked a thumb behind him. It was finally then that she noticed the Red Huntress. Maddie raised an eyebrow.
"How in the world…" she murmured, only to trail off as she stared at the two of them. Jack sat up, and he poked his head out of the speeder.
"Oh dope! It's my favorite huntress!" Jack boomed. Red seemed bashful at the comment, shifting her weight onto her other foot and rubbing her upper arm.
"I mean, if you don't trust me or want my help, I figured you'd be willing to let a human help," Phantom explained, motioning towards Red.
"So, do you need help?" Red finally spoke up. She reached down to pat her left calf. "I have some tools with me, but I can always go and fetch more."
Something in Maddie's gut told her that this was very, very odd. Humans and ghosts working together so...willingly like this. She had taken note that Phantom and Red hadn't hunted each other down or fought like they used to, but she just assumed that they didn't quite run into each other that much anymore. Both were unpredictable with odd schedules and routines.
She glanced at Jack, who despite his initial enthusiasm, seemed to share her feelings, and she shook her head no.
"We'll be fine," she insisted. "You two should leave."
Red stared at Phantom, who shrugged his shoulders.
"So, wanna just go get some boba tea?" Phantom asked.
"And just leave them here?" Red scowled, motioning to the Fentons.
"They don't want our help," he replied. Red glanced from Phantom and the Fentons, who studied the two of them. She finally shrugged as well.
The two began to idly chat as they flew off, their conversation becoming more and more distant.
"That was weird," Maddie mused.
"Yeah, I thought she and Phantom were rivals," Jack mused. Maddie shrugged. Right now she wasn't too invested in the mystery. She'd worry about that later when they got home.
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Judging by their phones (which they had worriedly learned that they oh-so-helpfully had no reception in the land of the undead), another hour passed since Phantom and Red had left. Jack was deep into the engine, fiddling with a possible solution to the problem as Maddie stood nearby. She continued to think as she looked around. She was surprised that they hadn't been bothered by now.
"Trespassing in an unauthorized vehicle that is also a real world item," a deep southern voice boomed. Well, she absolutely spoke too soon.
They whipped their heads to see a huge, hulking figure, an all white man with a black hat, black gloves and wearing a suit of white.
"Ghost!" Jack squawked. He scrambled to grab his gun, Maddie already having hers drawn. The ghost frowned deeply. Maddie was finally very aware of just how many ghosts were surrounding them. Too many to count, but they all looked exactly like the ghosts that terrorized Amity Park years before, all identical and matching in uniform that resembled a SWAT team. There was also vehicles resembling police cars and police vans.
"Resisting arrest. That's against the rules," he continued. He opened a large green and white book in his hands, flipping to another page. "Assault and battery with a deadly weapon." He glanced up at them with an angry glare. "Y'all are going away for a long, long time."
"We're not going anywhere," Jack frowned. He charged up his weapon.
Maddie looked around, and she shivered anxiously. There was no way they could take on all these ghosts. She nudged Jack, and he side-eyed her curiously. She lowered her weapon, and she used her head to motion around them. Jack blinked as he looked himself, and all of his confidence left him. He also lowered his weapon.
"We'll go," Maddie finally spoke. The ghost smirked, and he knocked on the side of a police van. The back opened up.
"Surrender your weapons," he ordered.
One of the SWAT ghosts came forward with his arms outstretched. Reluctantly, the adults handed their weapons over, detaching themselves from the speeder and getting into the van.
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Their cell was a lot like a normal cell, and it was just them. Iron bars, no windows, single toilet, and four bunk beds. Jack was laying on one of the beds, facing the fall, as Maddie laid on the one across from him, staring up at the bunk bed above her.
Of course. Of course they ended up in ghost jail. It was just their luck. Though a scientist part of her was giddy at knowing that ghosts had some kind of legal system! Who would have known!
As she tried to start figuring out what on earth to do, she heard something banging against the jail bars.
She immediately sat up, staring to see Phantom making the noise by banging something in his hand on the bars. He was staring at them with a bright smile, and it only made her mood drop even more.
"Phantom!" Maddie hissed, standing fully and going up to the bars. "How did you find us?"
"We came back to check on you guys and see if you changed your minds," Phantom explained. Jack got up from his own bed to come over, looking surprised to see the infamous ghost teen. "Technus and Skulker were looting your speeder, and they said Walker arrested you. So we came by as quickly as we could."
The Fenton adults could see Red nearby, glancing around the corner. She was keeping watch.
"We're not going with you," Jack replied. Phantom rolled his eyes.
"Okay, and what? Stay here forever? Never see your kids again?" he asked. Their faces instantly dropped. "So do you wanna go home or not?"
Maddie narrowed her eyes at him before noticing that he was holding a metallic-looking cup of boba tea and raising an eyebrow.
"You brought a snack with you," she said. Phantom shrugged, offering it to her.
"Want a sip?"
"No! Just!" Maddie glanced at Jack worriedly, and he mirrored her expression. They, unfortunately, knew that they really...didn't have a choice. "Get us out of here!"
"Danny, you may wanna hurry it up," Red's voice called out softly to them. Maddie did a double take. Oh yeah. Danny Phantom. Huh, she kinda forgot about that.
Phantom nodded, and he dropped the boba tea, letting it float in the air as he phased them out of the jail cell. Maddie stared at him.
"Wait, you can just phase through?" she asked. Phantom shrugged.
"Uh, sorta yes, sorta no," he replied, grabbing his tea.
"Danny!" Red's voice hissed. Phantom glanced to her.
"Okay, so super quick rundown of Ghost Zone rules. In the Ghost Zone, you guys are the ghosts, so you basically can fly and phase through objects, so Red can phase through objects and you guys too, but this is also a human cell that only I can get you out, and speaking out getting out, we need to leave. Now," Phantom quickly explained. As soon as he finished, he motioned for them to follow him.
He began to fly towards Red, and they jogged after him. Phantom peered around the corner before pulling back. Red did too.
"How's our escape route looking?" Phantom asked. He took a sip of his drink as Red pulled up a map on her suit. She studied it for a bit.
"Hmm. We may run into some trouble," Red mused. "Best bet is for me to take Mr. and Mrs. Fenton and phase with them out of here, and…" She gave a weird pause. "We'll uh. Wait for you to escape on your own." Phantom sucked on his drink, and the sound of air coming through as he ran out of boba tea grinded Maddie's nerves.
"Oh would you just!" Maddie scowled, and she slapped the cup out of Phantom's hands.
"Hey! I paid for that!" Phantom cried out. He scrambled to pick it up. "They were having an unlimited refills special if you got that cup!" Red snorted in amusement.
"Danny, they kicked you out for getting too many refills anyway," she reminded him. Phantom made a face.
"Well maybe they shouldn't advertise it as unlimited refills then," he retorted.
"Most people don't drink twelve cups of boba tea," she replied.
"Maybe I should be rewarded for being able to drink that much then."
"Hm, we'll debate it later," Red replied. "Look, I'll get them out and meet you on the other side. Got it?"
"Got it," Phantom replied. To Maddie's horror and shock, Red lifted her visor up, but not all the way. Just enough to expose her lips, and she leaned into Phantom to give him a light peck on the lips.
"Be careful," she told him. Phantom nodded.
"I will," he promised. "If I'm not with you in five minutes. Just." He paused. "Leave without me, get the Fentons home, and then come back for me." Red nodded as her visor went all the way down.
"Grab my hands," Red instructed the Fentons. Maddie blinked, reluctantly taking one of her hands. Jack took the other. Red summoned her board, jumping in the air and allowing it to manifest beneath her. She held onto them tightly and flew through the walls.
Instinctively, Maddie closed her eyes as she flew through. Only to feel no impact. A blur of walls impaired her vision with constant flashes of the darkness of being in a thick jail wall and the light of the prison rooms and hallways. She blinked as the neutral green skies of the Ghost Zone finally greeted her, and Red continued flying until they were a decent distance from the prison. And now that she had a moment to think…
"What the hell are you thinking?" she exclaimed to Red. The huntress snapped her attention to her in confusion.
"What? You would have died if we let you stay in there!" she scowled.
"No, not that!" Maddie clarified. "I mean, thank you so much for helping us, but you? And Phantom?"
"Exactly!" Jack agreed. "He's an absolute menace! He's a danger! Don't you guys fight? What happened to all of that?"
She could see a glimpse of Red's face under her heavily tinted visor, and Maddie was sure that the girl looked embarrassed and was likely turning as red as her suit.
"Oh man, it's a looong story," Red sighed heavily. "Uh, best and easiest and quickest way I can explain it is; a lot of the things that made me angry with him was a misunderstanding, and I found out that he's...actually a really sweet guy. I know it's weird to say, but, um. Well, I've never met a guy who was so kind, thoughtful and romantic. My life's kinda hectic, and he just...he really goes out of his way to make it easier on me."
"How so?" Jack wondered.
"Well, like. He does a lot of my household chores and stuff like laundry, bringing me lunch when I have long shifts at work, listening to me when I have a bad day," she explained. "He makes life a lot easier and better."
How cute. If it wasn't between a dead teenage menace and this poor, obviously manipulated girl. It honestly reminded Maddie a lot of her own Danny and his little girlfriend, Valerie. Valerie told her a few times about Danny doing some of her chores at home since Valerie was so busy working and doing school. It kinda pissed Maddie off, since Danny never seemed to remember his own chores at home, but she never felt like bringing it up to him because, well, at least he was really good to her. She'd be ashamed of him if he was any lesser.
"Hey!" Phantom called out as he zoomed towards them. "Let's go! Quick!"
Red nodded. She passed Jack off to Phantom, and the two teenagers flew the Fentons home.
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phantomphangphucker · a month ago
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Phic Phight - Deadpool? More Like DeadFOOL!
For: @syrren
Indestructible hero automatically equals body horror, and heroism always ends up being an inherently public act.
Amity Park was a peculiar town with a peculiar problem. Ghosts. But it was easily the ones who fought the ghosts that were the most peculiar. From a half-android nanobot suit-wielding girl on a hoverboard to a pair of legitimate mad scientists who couldn’t follow driving laws to save anyone's lives. But it was the true town hero who was the worst offender of them all.
See Phantom was an interesting hero to have, if you got saved by him it was perfectly viable that you’d see an arm or leg get blown off in one direction or another, or possibly directly at you if your luck was that shit. More than once there had been petitions against the hero claiming that his ‘methods’ were too graphic for the children, that it was bad for them to see. Most folks agreed but at this point, they were just mildly used to the sudden and arguable unnecessary gore. Besides, it got the job done.
Car about to hit you? Phantom takes the blow and oops there goes his legs halfway down the road while the rest of him is just holding onto the car windshield wipers; turn them on if you feel like spicing things up. Ghost about to hit you with an ecto-blast? There’s Phantom being a walking meat shield again and probably fastly becoming sans one arm. Someone tries to hit you with a knife? Surprise! Now they’re gutting Phantom and he’s using his intestines like rope to subdue the bastard. Just about to get tasered? Phantom will take it and immediately make a ‘well that was a shocking turn of events’ comment; needless to say tasering never happened in town anymore, it just wasn’t worth the psychological damage. Serial arsonist came through the town again? Get prepared for the scent of burning flesh and burning jumpsuit; and please ignore the guy walking around while on fire like he doesn’t realise he’s on fire.
Fucker ate a bomb once. That had been interesting and extremely messy, the EMTs had just kind of swept up the fleshy gore pieces into a mound of flesh and the stupid bastard just put himself back together again. It was generally an agreed-upon fact that Phantom liked to gross and freak people out. He deeply enjoyed the confusion and faces or regret and horror; he enjoyed them immensely. Based on his laughing anyway. His creep factor was only heightened by the fact that he wore head-to-toe hazmat spandex, including the goggled gas mask hood. Seeing that head rolling down the street while the rest of his body goes chasing after it because he got decapitated for the tenth time that week was never not disturbing. He even spiced it up with a bird plague doctor mask for a while but the beak kept getting in the way or torn off, which only made it creepier because all anyone could see was his pearly white teeth; which is how everyone learned that he smiled a lot and very wide, it was very uncomfortable for everyone and freaky.
Watching him chase after ghosts was interesting though, seeing as he couldn’t fly and for some strange reason tended to chase after them instead of just shooting at them from a distance; why? Most folks chopped it up to dramatics, the boy was very dramatic. Sometimes if a ghost got behind him he’d just shoot through his body at them instead of turning around; doing that didn’t even help accuracy or save time, it did stop any ghosts from trying to snatch him from behind though. He also was known to tear off his own fingers to use the bones as knives, ridiculous and not even that effective. The ghosts also sometimes cared as little about bodily damage as he did, which equalled a huge mess and a boatload of body horror. Limbs would be flying, heads would be thrown, teeth were used as makeshift gun bullets, intestines for lassos; that notable time Phantom and a ghost had a hacky-sack competition to settle a fight but using Phantom’s heart.
Yeah, Amity was strange and biohazard clean-up was a mandatory and daily service. Half the time the place smelled like gore and ectoplasm, the other half of the time it smelt like cleanser; the latter was actually far harder to go nose blind to surprisingly. And Phantom was their staple, he even brought in some tourism; not that that was particularly fun for the tourists seeing as Phantom had a tendency to chuck body parts at them. Which of course resulted in a couple of attempted lawsuits, which they now had town-specific insurance and wavers visitors had to agree to to prevent them from doing just that. At least no one ever successfully sued, small miracles. The only one that had come close was the one from a traveller who wound up in Amity by mistake and also had the misfortune of a ghost trying to hide and bunker down in their room; Phantom got in by throwing and pushing himself through the air vent piece by piece. None of the town’s folk were about to deny that would probably classify as traumatising, but if they paid for every incidence of Phantom doing something disturbing they’d be bankrupt.
The teens were far more used to him than the adults oddly enough, far less bothered. It wasn’t even uncommon for a random teen to be seen aiding Phantom in pulling off something truly horrific. From slingshots built from his organs, to showing how to create a pipe bomb with his bones. There was that notable time one of the nerds helped him make homemade napalm, but no one exactly liked mentioning the time he was on fire consistently for an entire day and just walked around ominously towards ghosts to chase them off; it was effective but far too disturbing to support, not to mention dangerous for everyone else around. Though the animal rights activists and environmentalists had raised a bit of a stink when a few teens conspired with Phantom to see if he could fill his stomach with water, cart around a baby shark in there, and use it to surprise attack a ghost chest-burster style; that also worked but the backlash was so immense the mayor had to beg him not to do that ever again... he agreed on the condition of a free chocolate bar that was exactly one year old to the date,
Phantom made little to no sense and most of the town’s folk blamed the severe lack of self-preservation combined with the fact that Phantom was clearly a teenager. Teenagers were already psychos two steps away from murdering a bitch or crying in an empty bathtub to pop-punk. Phantom just took that and added a big ol’ dose of ‘come on and try to kill me you bitch! I betcha fucking can’t!’ in the mix while proceeding to repeatedly prove it. Some wondered if he literally won a bet against death, or made a deal with the devil; others suspected genetic science gone wrong. Whatever it was it allowed one teen to single-handedly turn their entire town into a body horror circus top playground from Hell, where he was the ringmaster and every single one of the freaks but there was also surprise guests that could float and shoot fucking laser beams.
He also had a serious caffeine addiction. His usual? Thirty espresso shots in one really big cup. The only reason he was allowed to buy that shit was explicitly because it wouldn’t kill him specifically.
Though the fact that the town knew his ass was indestructible did get taken advantage of, seeing as he’d get asked to help with or do shit that no sane person would ask of literally anyone normal. Fryer baskets all broke in your restaurant and Phantom’s there? Ask him to use his hands as makeshift baskets; don’t matter if his hands get deep-fried too. He will demand to be paid in whatever you’re deep frying though. Shoes got stuck on the telephone wires because you were a dumbass and threw them up there? Send Phantom shimmying up so long as you’re cool with getting a bajillion electrocution puns while he does so; you’re better off just buying new shoes, seriously. Got a flat tire and have no jack? Prop it up on Phantom, don’t matter if he gets crushed; he might just bite a hole in your other tire out of spite though, making you have to go fetch a new one. Want to know if this random thing you found is poisonous? Phantom will absolutely eat it, fucker will eat anything honestly; he will make a point to vomit it up on your shoes if it is poisonous though so be warned.
In a sense, Phantom was a real double-edged sword. Unless you were into heavy gore and all-around disgusting things; in which case move to Amity Park, we’d love to have you and Phantom would love to come and test just how far you could be pushed. The furthest anyone’s made it before telling him that something was seriously disturbing and/or disgusting was him frying up a flesh pancake extra crispy to use as a frisbee because the store was out; he used the gas station microwave to make it.
He was a really effective hero at least. Very determined and thorough; even if popping out his eyes and chucking them around was probably not the best way to check and everyone really wishes he’d just walk around like a normal person instead.
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Prompt: Instead of making him half-dead, the portal accident makes Danny unable to die. This....changes things.(or: how canon changes if the accident leaves Danny with deadpool-style regeneration abilities to make for a horrifyingly self-sacrificing vigilante, or with some kind of reset ability every time he dies to equally horrifying implications)
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nocturna-starr · a month ago
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The Picture
Prompter: @gottacatchghosts
Prompt: Danny/Jazz swap AU: Jazz is the half ghost and Danny is the older sibling. Go wild on your take of how this would all play out
Words: 1811
Notes: Related to THIS fic
“Hey Jazz, can you stand still for a minute? The lighting by you is perfect!”
“Daniel!”
A flash went off. Jazz blinked away the spots. Where had he come from? She would have sworn that it had only been her in the kitchen a few seconds ago. How had he come in so fast, or alternatively, how long had Daniel been watching her? Sometimes Jazz wondered who really was the ghost in their family, him or her?
“That was perfect!” Daniel cheered, “Now I’ll need a couple more photos and then you can go.”
“I thought you wanted to be a painter, Daniel?” Jazz frowned, “Since when did you care about photography?”
“Since I was the first one in all of Amity Park to catch a photo of the ghost girl in action! I discovered that I really do have a natural talent for it.” Daniel gloated as he changed the filters on his camera. Jazz smiled. It had been a long time since she had seen this side of her brother.
“Okaaayyy” She tried to sound like she was doing him a favour. If he knew that she was actually happy for him, then Daniel would never let it go.
“I knew you would agree!” Daniel grinned, “Now I have a bunch a filters that I need to try out! How busy is your day today?”
“Well I was planning to meet spike at the mall…”
“Perfect! I swear these photos are going to make you a star!” Daniel smirked, “Or at least get your name in the history books when these pictures come through.”
xXx
“I’m so sorry I’m late Spike! Daniel is on another stupid project kick.” Jazz huffed as she sat down in the mall’s cafeteria. Her friend looked up from the phone game he was playing. She wondered how long he had been waiting for her. Spike rarely ever tried out mobile games unless he was absolutely bored.
“And he says that he is nothing like his parents. Dude really is clueless to his own tendencies, isn’t he?” Spike laughed, “Maybe it’s a Fenton trait?”
“What do you mean by that?” Jazz asked.
“You still haven’t noticed my- You know what? I’ll let you figure it out.” Spike took a huge gulp from his soda.
“Come on Spike! That’s not fair!” Jazz whined. How could she even begin to guess something if she didn’t have a hint? She wasn’t a genius like her parents or her brother. She couldn’t help it she accidentally overlooked something that she didn’t even know was supposed to be there!
“Nothing is fair in love and war.”
“What do you mean by that?” Jazz wondered. Spike only smirked. He was about to explain (or maybe torment Jazz some more) when he was interrupted by one of Daniel’s friends.
“Hey Jazz! Have you seen Danny?” asked her brother’s not-so-secret admirer, Sam Manson. Jazz sighed. Judging by the new camera hanging from her neck, Sam seemed to be encouraging Daniel’s new endeavor. That meant he would be taking pictures for the next month or so. It was something that Jazz was not looking forward to.
“He’s in the house taking photos of plants. Or he decided he wanted to go on another jungle adventure and went into the ghost zone.” Jazz rolled her eyes. She muttered under her breath, “Then I’ll have to save him again this week…”
“Do you think he’s dumb enough to do that again?” Spike laughed, “Last time he got chased half-way across the zone by Klemper!”
“But he got some awesome pictures!” Sam grinned. She practically skipped away. Jazz giggled at her enthusiasm. She could see what Daniel liked about Sam. Maybe by this summer they would finally get together. Then they wouldn’t have another Ember situation.
“Your brother is going to get eaten by a ghost one day and all his friends are going to care about is that he got a good picture.” Spike snickered, “Man, I feel bad for him.”
Jazz joined into his laughter, “Yeah, but don’t feel too bad for him. You should have seen him when Tucker got attacked by Technus. He managed to get the two of them to stand still long enough for him to take a sketch.”
“And he didn’t snap a photo why?”
“As much as he hates to admit it, Daniel is just like our parents! He wanted to prove a point or something.”
Spike nodded in agreement, “Wanna get some ice cream?”
“You bet I do!”
xXx
The two best friends sauntered in the park, enjoying the beautiful weather and the lack of ghost attacks. It was peaceful times like these that Jazz liked the most. Times where she could just be a regular fifteen-year-old kid.
Of course, peace doesn’t last long in Amity Park.
“Wanna take a selfie?” Spike asked, “It’s been a while since our last!”
Jazz smiled, trying not to feel too guilty. Since becoming Jazz Phantom, she had veered away from cameras. In all of her research, she had discovered that photos tended to… change while in the presence of other ghosts. Yet the photos Daniel had taken of her, always seemed to end well. Maybe she was just being too paranoid?
“Say cheese!” Spike said, sounding way too bright to be considered a goth.
“Cheese!”
Spike took the picture, then went to see the results, “Uh… Jazz?”
He handed over the picture to her trembling. Nervous, Jazz took a look and paled.
Spike looked happier than he has in a long time. She on the other hand… If you showed the picture to anyone else, they would probably think that Spike had gotten a picture with Jazz Phantom herself! Jazz’s eyes were the bright red of her ghost form. Her hair was blue as the ocean. Her clothes looked faded, though if Jazz squinted, she could make out her logo.
All in all, this was a disaster.
“We have to get those photos from Daniel!” Jazz squeaked. She dived into a bush, transforming into her other half. Without a second thought she took to the skies, heading towards her home.
“Guess my plans have been cancelled,” Spike muttered, “Better tell mom not to cancel that trip to my therapist.”
xXx
“Daniel?” Jazz called while entering the house, “Are you here?”
Fentonworks was too quiet… Like her entire family was ready to attack her. She shivered, were they watching her? Jazz was afraid to even consider this. Maybe… maybe… Maybe her parents were out, and Daniel was with his friends?
“I’m up here,” Daniel called from up the stairs.
That didn’t feel like a trap at all.
With the very little courage she had left, Jazz carefully made her way up the stairs. Her yes darted around, waiting to catch the slightest movement. She prayed that her life was not about to fall apart. How could she have been so trusting? Daniel was her brother, but he had also been raised by ghost hunters. What if he warned her that she would have to leave? What if the government was here to take her away? These seconds could be the last of the life she had once known.
“Hey Jazz! The filters worked like a charm!” Daniel called from the top of the stairs.  The ghostly heroine nearly fell down the stairs in surprise.
“Danny?!”
“Oh sorry. Totally didn’t mean to scare you little sis! Sam, Tucker and I have finally come up with a filter that can properly take pictures of anyone. No more red eyes, or blurry pictures! And it’s not going to malfunction around you like all of our other inventions!” Daniel was talking at a mile a minute.
Jazz sighed in relief. He hadn’t mentioned how her picture had looked. Did it mean that her brother had discovered a way to properly photograph half ghosts? She would need to steal a dozen of these camera filters which, knowing her brother, he would have around.
Jazz practically skipped down the stairs, “I was just seeing where everyone was! I’m going to go find Spike again! Tell mom and dad that I’ll be home for dinner!”
“Okay? But don’t you want to hear more?” Daniel asked.
She answered his question by racing out of the door. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate her brother’s efforts. But Daniel could be just like Jack Fenton when explaining how something worked. She supposed she could be the same way when talking about psychology.
xXx
Daniel shook his head and sighed as his sister slammed the door. While he could understand her concerns, it still hurt to be rejected that way. It wasn’t like he could tell her that he knew her secret. She would freak out and try to trick him into thinking he just saw things. Now wasn’t the time for him to get down. He had just invented something revolutionary!
“How did you know that adding ectoranium to the filter would work?” Tucker asked, turning on the hall light, “And why did you have to tell her in the dark?”
“Cause it’s more fun to tell her that way. Who’d think that the ghost girl was afraid of the dark?” Sam answered for him, as she exited his room.
“Honestly, I forgot to turn on the lights.”
His two best friends howled but Daniel frowned. How could he have been so stupid? He’d after to reassure Jazz that everything was okay in a subtle way. Afterall, Jazz had a nasty habit of jumping to conclusions.
“I’m curious too,” Sam began, after she had calmed down a little, “how did you come up with the idea?”
“Ectoranium is the opposite or ectoplasm. I figured that the ectoranium would cancel out the effects that Jazz’s powers had on the camera. Now she can have her picture taken at school or join in family photos without a need for an excuse.” Daniel replied.
“That was very sweet of you Danny.” Sam gushed.
Daniel didn’t reply. Instead he headed back into his room. He put his hand under the mattress and pulled out the photo album he had been working on for the past couple of months. Carefully he placed one of the photos he had taken that day into the album. He flipped the picture over and wrote a note just like he had done to the other pictures.
This is the first photo taken with the new lens. Use the lens to reveal the true door. If the event has not happened, ignore this.
“Dude, the cryptic messages are a little freaky.” Tucker said.
“Call them safeguards, for just in case.” Daniel closed the book and hid it under his mattress again. Once he was done hiding his gift, he turned to his friends and smirked.
“Anyone want to see if we can get a picture of that Box Ghost again?”
“We’re in!”
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q-gorgeous · a month ago
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They’re Not Anywhere
fanfiction
ao3
TUE was great and all but there are so many ways a hero can fail. Danny fails to save one person, or many, or even the entire city. What would be enough to drive him off the deep end? What would a villainous Danny sans any Plasmius influence look like? Prompt by @anthropwashere
word count: 646
this ones shorter than the rest but the brain juices are drying up
“It’s all your fault!” Danny shouted.
“My dear boy, I have no idea what you mean. Where have you been all this time?” Vlad stood up straight facing Danny as he studied his fingernails. 
“Don’t pull your bullshit Vlad. The GIW told me that an anonymous benefactor was funding the project.”
“Anonymous is anonymous. That could’ve been anyone.”
“But it wasn’t just anyone.” Danny pulled out a phone and started scrolling through news articles. “You convinced everyone that I ran away. That I ran away from home as I was dying.”
Vlad just stared at him. 
“And then if that wasn’t bad enough. You convinced everyone that Sam and Tucker ran away with me. What’d they do? Try to expose you? Try to get me out?”
Danny floated closer to Vlad’s face. “I need you to tell me where they are.”
“They’re not anywhere.” 
Danny’s face pinched at that response. “What did you do to them?”
“You wouldn’t like the answer.”
His stomach dropped and he picked Vlad up by the front of the shirt. “What did you fucking do to them, Plasmius?!”
Baring his teeth Vlad finally gave Danny the answers he wanted. “I killed those two rotten, good for nothing children. Is that what you wanted to hear? All they did was stand in my way. Once they broke into the GIW facility I paid them to experiment on those two worthless children as well.”
Danny couldn’t hear Vlad anymore over the pounding of his pulse in his ears. 
“It needed to happen in order for you and Maddie to be mine.”
Danny’s anger overflowed and he grabbed Vlad and held him up by the throat instead. “What’s left of me to take, Vlad? I’m fucking dead.”
Vlad started to talk but Danny’s grip on his throat tightened. “This is all your fault Vlad. Yours and everyone who believed you. Why would no one even come looking for us? They just abandoned us.”
Danny met Vlad’s gaze, a hot rage filling his eyes. 
“I will demolish every single person who let this happen. Starting with you.”
QQQQQ
Much of Amity Park was left in ruins. Dotted along every street was the occasional house that wasn’t destroyed, even if they were somewhat damaged, someone who had pleaded with him that they knew something was wrong. That they didn’t know how to help. They thought that the police would have taken care of it. 
There were only three houses left completely intact and unharmed. The Fenton’s, the Foley’s, and the Manson’s. They had begged and begged and begged for someone to listen to them. Their children were troublemakers but they would never just run away. They would skip class and show up home late for curfew but they always, always came home. 
Danny thinks Sam and Tucker had started organizing something because as he flew down the street confronting the A-listers he found along the way, many knew who he really was. Apologized for what had happened. Pleaded that they wanted to help break Danny out but were stopped by Sam and Tucker because it would be too dangerous. Dash nearly cried when he saw Danny and they were all spared from his anger.
Now he sat atop Fenton works, watching the destruction he caused. Feeling too torn between being sick at his actions and the satisfaction of finally getting revenge. 
Danny began to grow tired and at the edges of his vision he saw light begin to fade in. In front of him, two familiar silhouettes appeared and understanding dawned on him. He didn’t know if this light was taking him to heaven or hell or maybe some other place altogether considering what he’s just done, but he didn’t care. He just closed his eyes and let himself fade. 
Much of Amity Park was dead, just like Danny was, but it wasn’t his problem anymore.
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ecto-american · a month ago
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Prom Season
Phic Phight Oneshot for Rikaleeta and ghostgothgeek: As Prom draws nearer, Danny finds that he has competition in asking Sam to prom. Danny/Sam
Read on AO3 and FFN
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"Dude, you're staring again," Tucker nudged him. Danny blinked, snapping out of his daze, and he stood up straight, tapping his fingers anxiously on the counter.
"Sorry, dude, it's just. What the hell would Dale want with Sam?" he scowled.
The jock was standing near Sam, the two chatting idly by Sam's favorite part of the comics store, the vinyl section. Sam was smiling, nodding and agreeing with whatever Dale was talking to her about.
"Dale's been eying Valerie lately, maybe he's asking Sam about her?" Tucker suggested. He smiled politely at a customer who came into his line, promptly beginning to check them out. "Even so, why do you care? Sammy's a big girl."
"Prom season's coming up, somebody might ask her," Danny argued lightly.
"And why's that matter?" Tucker asked. In no time at all, the customer had paid and left, and the two were left standing in the mostly empty comics store.
"Dude, you know guys!" Danny grumbled, throwing his hands up as if it was obvious. "They only want one thing, especially after prom! You should know. Don't you and Star plan on finally doing it after prom?"
"Probably, but mostly because we've already been doing it," Tucker shrugged. Danny choked on nothing.
"Wait, what? How come you didn't tell me!?" Danny asked. Tucker opened his mouth to reply, only to jerk his head to Sam.
Dale had left the store seemingly, and Sam was already at the counter, clutching a new vinyl. Danny chuckled.
"This is why we can't visit Tucker at work, you'll always end up with something," he teased her. She rolled her eyes.
"But Tucker works here now, so he'll be sweet and let me use his employee discount?" she half-asked hopefully, staring at Tucker with a bright smile. He sighed, and he entered his employee discount code as he rang her up. "Thank you!"
"Anytime," he assured her. He handed her her bag. "So did Dale ask you to prom?" Sam snorted in amusement.
"Oh hell no," she replied. "He wanted to know if anybody had asked Valerie, and if I thought his plan to ask her would go over well."
Tucker sent Danny a sideways "I told you so" smirk, and Danny made an annoyed grumble.
"Either way, you ready to drag me to Hot Topic?" Danny asked.
"Only every day," Sam said. She turned to Tucker. "You close tonight, right? Do you want us to swing by and take you home?" Tucker shook his head no.
"Nah, it's okay!" he assured her. "I have my uncle's old car now, remember?" Sam lit up a bit.
"Oh yeah! Well, just drive careful!"
Tucker waved her off with a grin.
"Don't worry about me. You two lovebirds have fun," he teased. "But not too much fun."
Danny could feel his cheeks burn. A glance at Sam, and he could see her own face flushing some. However, she rolled her eyes and jokingly flipped Tucker off, getting one in response as they walked out and into the mall.
"Do you want me to carry your bag?" Danny offered, holding his hand out.
"Sure!" Sam agreed, and she handed it over. "Have you thought about the piercing? I'll buy you one if you're going for it."
"Eh, I'm still trying to figure out how badly my mom would flip if she saw that I got my nose pierced, and if it'd be worth it lecture," Danny shrugged.
"You should totally do it, then deflect it by coming out as Danny Phantom," she joked. Danny snorted. "Come on, we could match!" Sam had gotten her left nostril pierced almost a year ago, currently occupied by a tiny black skull, as well as four total piercings per ear. As expected, her mom nearly lost it over the nose charm. She poked his nose. "You could get a little white ghost charm." He couldn't help but smile.
"Now you're tempting me to risk it," he admitted.
He gestured to the Hot Topic, and Sam went inside first, him right behind her. She went right for the piercings display, looking. After a moment, she tapped on the case, looking over her shoulder for Danny.
"See? Right there, you could get that cute little silver ghost," she told him. Danny peeked over her shoulder. She pointed at another charm, one in the shape of a laptop. "Oh! And Tucker could get that one! We could all kinda match!"
"Pretty sure Tucker's mom would actually kill him if he came home with another piercing," Danny replied. Sam had already convinced Tucker of getting his ears pierced, and his mom was Very Unhappy about it. "Just like my mom would kill me if I came home with a nose piercing."
"You're already half dead though," Sam pointed out. Danny gave a half shrug and smile.
"Got me there. Alright, I'll get it," he said. Sam grinned widely, going to the counter to immediately ask for an employee to retrieve it.
They only browsed a bit more before they finally left. No sooner were they out the door…
"Sam!" a familiar voice called out excitedly. The not-lovebirds glanced over to see Paulina and Elliot coming up to them, Paulina a few steps ahead as she excitedly half-jogged over to Sam. Elliot was carrying two Starbucks cups, taking his time following. Paulina threw her arms around Sam, hugging her tightly, the goth only giving a half smile and lightly patting her back. "If I knew you were coming to the mall, I would have invited you to get your nails done with us! Look, Elliot and I match!"
Paulina pulled away to show off white nails with pink details.
"Oh they look nice!" Sam complimented. "It's okay though. Coming today was kinda a last minute thing." Or rather, they decided to hang out here after catching the Box Ghost, who was making himself home in one of the new stores that hadn't quite opened yet.
"You got me Starbucks?" Danny joked as Elliot finally came close enough to properly hear him. Elliot rolled his eyes. "How sweet."
"If you wanna give me the four dollars it costs, sure," he joked back. He handed Paulina the clear pink drink, and she took a long sip from it. Danny noticed that he did kinda match her, with black nails and matching details, only in a pastel blue.
"What are you guys up to?" Paulina asked. "We were just about to see if Macy's had any cute prom dresses out yet." The mentioning of prom made Danny's stomach feel a bit weirdly queasy.
"We're gonna go get Danny's nose pierced!" Sam replied, pointing to his nose. Danny snapped out of the feeling.
"Wait, what? We're doing that today?" he asked. Sam grinned.
"You're eighteen, they'll let you!" she replied. She reached into the Hot Topic bag to pull out the piercing. "I gotta make you put it on before you change your mind." Oh, a bit too late already.
"Ooh, that's a lot more interesting than prom dresses!" Elliot mused. "I can drive us." He put his free hand to his ear. "I've been thinking about getting another piercing anyway." Paulina hummed thoughtfully.
"Spike should be working today, so I might see if he has my new tattoo design ready," Sam mused.
Another thing that her mom, if she were to ever find out, would flip out over. Sam already had two that her family were oblivious to. Danny knew that she had a spider on a web on her ribcage; he had held her hand while she got that one done (and nearly ended up with a broken hand). The other was a black and deep purple rose and vine on her thigh, which he had only seen right after she had gotten it. Jazz, out of everybody, had gone with her to get it, and even came back with a tattoo herself. Though Jazz, like a nerd, had opted for a book tattoo. Danny had never seen it before outside of the photo Jazz took of it, but knew that it was on her ribcage and something Spike gave her as an anniversary present.
"I guess that settles it!" Elliot grinned. "Let's go to the tattoo and piercing shop!"
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After somehow surviving Elliot's crappy little car, only somewhat affectionately called "the shitbox", they were huddled in the waiting room area of the shop. Paulina, already filling out the usual safety and health and consent forms, was standing and staring at the wall of previous art done.
"You gonna get a tattoo instead?" Elliot teased her as he handed the receptionist his own filled paperwork. Paulina shot him a smile, but still slapped his shoulder.
"Papa would kill me," she insisted.
"So? Get it where nobody will see," Elliot replied. Paulina playfully slapped him again.
Danny rolled his eyes, continuing to fill out his form as he drafted all the excuses he'd have to give his mom when she inevitably chewed his ass out when he got home. Whelp, he was already bound to be grounded sooner or later cause of the ghosts. Might as well spice up the grounding reasoning once in a while.
Sam appeared from the back, clutching a piece of paper up. Spike was behind her. Sam made a beeline for Danny.
"Dude, look at how nice it is!" she told him, holding it out for him to see. Danny glanced up. It was a skull with flowers growing out of it.
"Oh, that's sick," he commented.
"I know, right?" Sam grinned. Danny smiled, returning his attention to the paperwork.
"So you wanna get that this Saturday?" Spike spoke up.
"Uh, Danny are you free Saturday?" Sam asked. Danny glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow.
"After today I'll probably be grounded," he joked, signing his name for the last time on the forms. Sam chuckled.
"True," she replied. "Hmm, ah whatever. I can tough it out." Danny quickly looked up again as it suddenly hit him why he needed to be free. Sam had already turned to Spike. "Yeah, let's go for Saturday."
"Oh, if you want somebody around, I can come," Elliot popped up.
"That'd be awesome!" Sam grinned. "This one's going on my back, so it's supposed to hurt."
"Well, you can break my hand, I don't care," Elliot assured her. Danny's chest squeezed a bit as he felt a hot flash hit him.
"No it's okay, I can just sneak out!" he said immediately. Sam glanced at him.
"Nah, it's okay. I don't wanna get you into anymore trouble," she assured him.
"I don't care," Danny quickly blurted out. Spike chuckled.
"Man, Mrs. Fenton's scary when she's pissed, your best bet is to just obey her," Spike told him. He nodded at Danny. "Did Jazz tell you about how she nearly got into a fistfight at the bridal shop a few days ago?"
"No?" Danny raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"
"Basically when Jazz went in for her dress fitting, she had apparently gained a little bit of stress weight since the last fitting, cause she's been driving herself insane over grad school applications," Spike explained. Danny nodded understandingly. "and the lady fitting her dress kind of gushed over it cause she thought Jazz got pregnant. It made her cry, and man. Mrs. Fenton went off on her, and apparently nearly began throwing hands with the manager."
"Oh man, poor Jazz," Sam said somberly. Danny couldn't agree more as he gave a low short whistle at the audacity. Between graduating early, grad school applications, and getting married, he had never seen Jazz look so stressed out. "Why don't you guys push the wedding back a bit?"
"She'll get more money from FASFA and scholarships, plus better housing, if we get married sooner, and she doesn't wanna just elope and have a party later," Spike shook his head a bit. "But uh, either way though, I got some numbing cream for ya Sam if you're worried about pain." Spike shot Danny a reassuring smile and a wink. He felt a little better. Sam sighed with relief.
"Please," she confessed. "It's not too bad when Danny's here, but if I'm alone I know I'm going to get a little anxious."
"Aw come on, I'm not reassuring?" Elliot teased. To Danny's relief, Sam also playfully slapped Elliot on his shoulder.
"Are you kidding me? You'd probably actually ruin my tattoo by making me laugh the entire time," she told him. Danny's heart squeezed again, and he got up to silently hand the receptionist the forms.
"I think I might get a tattoo," Paulina finally spoke up. Elliot's interest was immediately piqued.
"Oh?" he asked. Paulina nodded, pointing to a tattoo on the wall, a pretty collection of flowers.
"This is sooo pretty, I think I'd get something like this," she said. Sam glanced at it.
"That'd be like, what? Four hundred-ish dollars, Spike?" she guessed. Spike glanced at the reference photo and nodded.
"Yeah, give or take," he replied. Paulina made a face.
"Maybe one day in the future," she decided. "I need money for a prom dress." Sam waved a hand.
"Prom dresses are temporary, tattoos are forever!" she told her. Paulina made a noise of disinterest, and Sam shrugged.
"Danny, did you wanna go first?" the receptionist asked as she glanced at the three stacks of piercing requests.
Danny coughed a bit nervously. He glanced at Sam, and he nodded.
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"Thanks again, Spike!" Sam beamed. Spike smiled fondly at her, offering her a hug. She gladly accepted it.
"Anything for my favorite future sister-in-law," he teased. Sam's face instantly burned. Danny scoffed as he lightly touched his new piercing anxiously.
"Sam isn't related to us, dude," he told Spike. Spike gave him a weird look, then shook his head.
"You're lucky you know how to do math, man," he told him. "Also let me know if Mrs. Fenton kills you." Danny gave a nod.
"Don't worry, you'd be invited to the funeral," he joked. Spike chuckled. "Also I give you permission to tattoo my corpse before they put me down."
"Sick," Spike grinned. "I'll give you some of those lil blob ghosts the float around."
Elliot and Paulina were chatting a mile a minute outside the shop. When the not-lovebirds came out, Paulina immediately pushed her hair behind her ear to show off her new helix piercings. Danny could already see Elliot's singular orbital piercing.
"Look! I feel so punk!" Paulina gushed. Sam snorted in amusement.
"Girl, I'm gonna have to get you into a lot more black and leather before you're anywhere near punk," she teased. Paulina giggled.
"Maybe some leather pants," she mused. She shrugged. "Anywho! Elliot and I were gonna go look at the prom dresses! Wanna tag along?"
"Yeah, sounds fun!" Danny agreed.
"Yeah! I still need to get mine," Sam agreed. "I really want your opinion on a dress anyway," she said to Paulina. "Cause you know I'm going to customize mine no matter what I get."
"Yeah, I might ask you to do the same to mine, like help me tailor something if needed," Paulina mused. "I need my dress to be absolutely perfect. But we need to make another Starbucks run."
"Really?" Elliot raised an eyebrow at her. "Boo, this is your third trip today." Paulina pouted cutely at him. He playfully chuckled. "Alright, alright. I kinda want another iced coffee anyway."
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"So, has Elliot talked to you about it yet?" Paulina asked, taking a long sip of her drink as they waited near the door to the popular coffee chain. Danny made a confused "hm?" noise as he took a sip of his own. "That he wanted to ask Sam to prom?"
Danny's heart stopped, and he instantly returned his attention back to the pair of goths. They were customizing their Starbucks drink at the counter, smiling happily and chatting casually about something he couldn't heart.
God, of course! Fuck, he was so focused on every other dude that he forgot that Elliot wasn't gay. God damn it, and Sam would potentially actually say yes to him too.
"Uh. Um. I-uh." Danny coughed into his elbow as he tried to think of some way to respond that sounded normal. "No, he, um. Hasn't said anything to me yet." Nice response, Fenton.
"Oh, well, be prepared I guess," Paulina replied, taking a sip of her fancy-looking pink drink in the clear plastic cup.
Danny took a huge gulp of his coffee as he tried to process it. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He needed to think of how to reply to Elliot if the guy were to actually confront him or talk to him about it. His gut twisted. How was he supposed to reply? Elliot didn't deserve to go out with his Sam. What the fuck was that moron thinking? They were just friends.
"You guys ready?" Elliot glanced over his shoulder at them.
"Yup!" Paulina chirped. Elliot walked over with them, Sam quickly behind.
"You got your hourly Starbucks?" Elliot teased her.
"Mhm!" she hummed.
"You almost need to start working at Starbucks," Elliot told her.
"But then I'd just spend the whole paycheck on Starbucks," Paulina playfully protested.
"Fair, fair," Elliot hummed.
They exited, and they all piled into Elliot's car. Danny and Sam in the back, Paulina in her normal position in the passenger's seat.
"Do you know what kind of dress you're looking for?" Paulina asked as Elliot pulled out of the parking lot. Sam nodded.
"Yeah, definitely something black or purple," she said. "I'm really into long dresses lately, so probably a long dress, but I dunno! Short dresses are cute too."
"Oh short dresses are sooo in right now," Paulina agreed. "I want a short dress! Definitely pink, I want a really cute pastel pink maybe? But any shade of pink, I think it looks best on me."
"Hmm, yeah but greens look really good on you too," Elliot spoke up. "Like pastel and light greens?"
"They do but it's prom so I really want something pink," Paulina replied.
"Hmm, I think I look good in purple and black," Sam mused. "What do I look good in Danny?"
"Purple, black, red, and green, but like? An ecto green if that makes sense?" Danny said. Sam thought about it.
"Yeah, I really do like ecto green," she agreed. She shot him a sly smile. "Reminds me of Danny Phantom. And well. Ya know. I think he's really cute." Danny flushed, shyly smiling back.
"Ugh he's sooo cute," Paulina gushed. "His eyes are the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen. Elliot, why are your eyes so dark." Elliot chuckled.
"Cause both of my parents have dark green eyes," he replied. Paulina huffed.
"I think that was rude of you. You should have bright green eyes like the ghost boy," she said.
"Yeah, it's pretty rude," Elliot agreed. "I'll fix that tomorrow."
"Do you actually think Danny Phantom's cute?" Danny asked Sam. She smiled, giving a half-shrug.
"Absolutely one of the cutest guys I've ever seen," she confirmed.
Danny took a long drink of his coffee, hoping that chugging some of it would help explain why his cheeks were beginning to burn.
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"Oh, this is sooo your color!"
"Oh my god! I love it! Do they have it in my size?"
"Hmm, um, lemme see...yeah! They do! Here!"
"Ugh I cannot wait to try it on! Oh! Oh look! Look at these sleeves, it's like a princess dress! I'm going to grab one to try it on."
"Ooo, that's going to look so good on you. Hm, I think I might try on that one too, cause it comes in dark purple and those sleeves kinda look witchy...Danny what do you think?"
Danny snapped out of his zoning out to look at Sam. The goth was holding up a short dress with long, flowy sleeves. It was a mid-dark purple and plain, though he had no doubt that Sam would likely customize it to her liking. She did that a lot with clothes.
"Yeah, looks good," he said neutrally.
"Oh, that'll look so good with your bat heels!" Elliot pipped up. Danny nearly forgot that the dude was sitting with him on what was dubbed the boyfriend bench near the dressing rooms. "Especially if you wear a corset over the midsection. Like if you found a purple version of that red one you have, with the black lace over it."
"Oo, that would potentially look so cute," Sam mused. She put the dress over her arm on top of two others. "I'm gonna go try these on."
"Oh, I should too," Paulina mused. Unlike Sam, her arms were overflowing with four, five? Danny counted at least ten different potential dresses if he went by the different looking fabrics alone.
"Yeah, you need to narrow some down," Sam told her.
"They're all just so pretty!" Paulina complained. "I wanna wear them all!"
"Well, let's just eliminate some," she suggested.
The girls went off to the dressing room, and Danny leaned back against the boyfriend bench. He pulled his phone out, and he replied to a message from Tucker and another from his mom. Man, was he not ready to face her later.
"So, Sam huh."
Danny glanced at Elliot.
"Uh, yeah. She's great," Danny replied shortly.
"She is, she is," he agreed with a slight hum. Elliot shifted to rest his elbows on his knees. "Ya know I was thinking about asking her to prom." Danny felt a lump stick in his throat.
"Really?" was all he could think to reply.
"Yeah!" Elliot smiled. "I mean, yeah. I wasn't the best dudes four years ago, but I feel a lot better about myself, ya know? I think I finally know who I am now, and I still really like Sam. She's funny, smart, really pretty. Love hanging out with her. Kinda wondering if she feels the same, and if she'd be down to go with me. What do you think?"
Danny bit his tongue to avoid an unnecessarily harsh reply, but he did get anger. How dare he. After all the lies he told Sam, and the way he lied and manipulated her. Sam deserved better than that.
"I um. I don't think you should go for it," Danny said hesitantly. Elliot raised a curious eyebrow.
"Why, did she tell you something?" he asked. "Or did somebody else ask her?"
"Um. Well, not exactly," he hesitated. Danny bit his lower lip. "I mean, I know she likes you. As a friend!" he quickly added. "But uh, I dunno man. Just don't think it's a good idea."
"What do you mean, is somebody else going to ask her?" Elliot asked.
"Why does it matter?" Danny nearly snapped. "You asked me what I thought, and I said it."
Elliot snickered in amusement, rolling his eyes. It only served to irritate Danny even more. Foreign phony. God, why did they even hang out with Elliot? Paulina and Elliot made sense, cause they were both huge prep kids and did cheerleading and soccer respectively, making them both jocks. But why did he have to hang out with Elliot. Well, because Sam and Paulina were friends now, and that meant that Danny also had to be friends with Paulina's friends. Of fucking course.
"What's so funny?" he demanded to know.
"I think I get why," Elliot smirked.
"What do you mean?" Danny questioned. Elliot just shook his head. Danny opened his mouth to question again.
"Hey! Whatcha think?"
Danny shut his mouth as Paulina bounce out in her first dress option. It was a bright pink dress that came to her knees, the skirt incredibly puffy and reminding Danny of a ballerina tutu, with inch wide straps.
"Oh, it looks so good on you boo," Elliot cooed to her. Paulina beamed, twirreling. "But that may also just be you, you look fabulous in everything." Paulina put her hands over her chest.
"Thank you," she gushed. "Can you take my photo? I wanna compare all the dresses I wear."
"Of course," Elliot agreed, pulling his phone out. He snapped a photo of her.
"Oh Sam!" Paulina squealed.
Danny noticed the goth coming out in a fully black dress that also came only to her knees, with a much slimmer skirt and short sleeves. It looked fairly plain, but man. Sam still made it look great. Danny was glad he was sitting, because he knew he was weak kneed.
Sam was smiling brightly, giving Paulina a light wave.
"I take it you like it?" Sam questioned, doing a quick turn around.
"Girl you always look so good in black," Paulina praised.
"She's sooo right," Elliot agreed. "It just looks so good on you, no matter what. Just." Elliot made a chef kiss motion. Sam flushed a light pink, and Danny glared at him. Dude, shut up. "No wonder you're goth. You were just made for black."
"I dunno, I think you're exaggerating," she replied. Sam glanced down at her outfit. "I mean, it's fairly simple. What do you think, Danny?"
Danny swallowed hard.
"Oh uh, I think it looks great!" he said, smiling brightly. Sam returned it. "I mean like. It's kinda? Plain but I know you'd make it something great. You always do." Sam hummed.
"Mm yeah. It's pretty plain, but I dunno if I wanna put in the amount of work it'd take to make this dress really poppin'," she mused. "I'm gonna go try another one on."
The two girls went back to the dressing room, and Danny could hear their lighthearted conversation. Soon as they turned the corner, he spoke up.
"What do you mean?" Danny demanded to know. Elliot snorted.
"Bro, just admit that you like her, and that you don't want me to take her to prom," he said.
"Where on earth would you get that idea!?" Danny scowled. Elliot rolled his eyes.
"Dude, you've been crazy about her since like, what? Ninth grade at the earliest? Paulina says you two have been making googly eyes at each other since like third grade," he said. Danny felt his cheeks flush. It had not been since the third grade. Had it?
"It's not like that," he insisted. "I just, you know. Really love and worry about her, she's my best friend."
"Best friends don't get worked up like this, this much, over a mutual friend asking them out."
Danny just glared at Elliot before rubbing his face with the palms of his hands. He took a deep breath, exhaling hard.
"How's it look?" Sam's voice asked. Danny glanced up, and his heart just absolutely flipped.
She looked amazing. Beautiful. Stunning. Like a plant goddess, a model, an angel. He felt like there wasn't a flaw to be found, and he had never seen somebody look more enchanting. Her dress made her look even more divine, emphasising and showing off the best parts of her. The purple matching her eyes, the dress fitting her absolutely perfect as it flowed almost to the floor and the strapless feature making her hair flow smoothly over her shoulders. This dress was perfect for her.
But none of those descriptors came out. Instead all he could do is nervously swallow, tongue tied as he felt his cheeks burn up. He struggled to pick just one of those adjectives, and his brain settled for just saying nothing at all and simply staring at her instead.
"Oh, you just look so lovely!" Elliot spoke up. He stood up, going over to walk around her. "It fits you perfect, like it hugs your hips just right and really shows off your-"
"Pretty!" Danny suddenly half-yelled. The group looked at him oddly, and he felt his face flush harder. "It makes you look pretty!"
"Thank you," Sam replied, pausing a bit as she raised an eyebrow at him.
"...Uh, yeah. Um, yes!" Elliot clasped his hands together. "Just stunning. I love this purple on you, it's such a beautiful color. This dress specifically was made for you."
"Dude, chill," Danny grumbled. Sam gave him a Look, and he flinched.
"Danny, can I talk to you for a moment?" Sam asked through gritted teeth.
He had no opportunity to respond, as she grabbed his arm, painfully hard owwie, and began to drag him away, towards another boyfriend bench near a jewelry display counter and out of earshot.
"What's going on?" Sam demanded to know. She finally let go of his arm, and he huffed for a moment. Instead of responding, he put his hands behind his head, pacing back and forth. She quickly grew impatient. "Well? Say something!"
"Elliot wants to ask you to prom!" he blurted out, letting his hands fall. Sam blinked.
"He does?" she asked, sounding clearly surprised and...not angry. Sam smiled a little. "Really?"
"Oh don't tell me you're gonna actually take that foreign phony up on the offer!" Danny snapped. Sam instantly glared at him, crossing her arms.
"Elliot's our friend, dude," Sam reminded him. "Why do you care?"
"B-b-because!" Danny's arms were moving wildly as he talked. "He lied to you for months, and you're just going to ignore all that!"
"That was years ago, and he apologized," she said. "He's more than made up for it. And he's a super sweet guy. I like him."
"You like him!?" Danny nearly shouted. Sam slapped his upper shoulder with the back of her hand.
"Calm down and lower your voice," she told him. "And well, yeah. As a friend. Maybe I kinda like him more than that too."
"What the fuck, Sam!?" Danny, in fact, did not lower his voice. He dry-heaved for a few seconds, briefly making Sam start to watch him worriedly. Finally, he took a deep breath, and he returned to a normal inside voice. "What does he have that I don't?"
She went from worried to a blank stare.
"Apparently liking me enough to say or do something, especially when I've dropped so many hints or made moves myself," she replied. She brushed past him and left, returning to their friends.
Danny found himself taking a seat on the bench as he tried to collect his thoughts and the wide range of emotions that accompanied them. He put his head in his hands, rubbing his face. God he was so fucking stupid.
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"And it's just! Why him! Why Elliot?" Danny continued to vent after spilling the whole story. Jazz gave a small hum of acknowledgement as she finished writing another name out on the envelope. She set it aside for Danny. "I've liked Sam for so long, and I thought she liked me too."
"You're an idiot," Jazz immediately concluded. Danny glared at her as he folded another wedding invite, slipping it into an already addressed envelope before putting the sticker on the back to keep it sealed shut, and a stamp on the other side. Both were sitting on the floor of the apartment she shared with Spike, with each sibling on the opposite side of the coffee table, with Jazz resting her back against the couch and Danny sitting within reaching distance of their TV.
"Hey!" he protested. Jazz gave him a Look, grabbing another envelope.
"I mean it. She does like you, and she has for a while," she told him. She began to write out another address. "You just always never responded. You pushed her off in favor of another girl or because of some weird commitment issue that you seem to have going on. So be honest with me, and yourself. What's the problem?"
Danny silently folded two more invites, repeating the process of putting them in addressed envelopes and putting the sticker and stamp on.
"...I'm scared," he finally admitted.
"What of?" Jazz asked, not looking up from her activity. Danny had to really think. He casually tossed the finished wedding invite into the 'finished' basket.
"I guess just...it not working out. What if it doesn't work out? What if it drives us apart, and we lose each other?"
"You won't know that until you try," Jazz replied.
"She might also reject me, cause of the same mentality. What if she still likes Elliot more, and-"
"Danny," Jazz interrupted. She finally looked up from writing. "You will never know what the future will and won't hold. Just talk to her, and let her be part of the choice rather than blowing it all off due to fear."
He thought about it, and he gave a small sigh.
"Yeah...I think she's kinda pissed that I haven't been letting her be part of the choice anyway," he mused. He glanced at the pile of envelopes next to her. "How many invites do you have left?"
Jazz checked her list.
"Least a hundred more to go," she sighed.
"What the fuck, you have like no friends! Who are these people!?" Danny cried out. Jazz glared at him, reaching behind her to grab a pillow to hit him with.
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Knock knock knock.
Danny floated awkwardly outside of her window. She didn't answer, but he could tell that she was there. Her light was clearly on, and he could hear her music playing.
Knock knock knock.
"Sam?" he called out. "Sam, can we please talk?" He knocked some more.
The longest minute of his life passed before he heard the music turn off. The curtains opened, and Sam was on the other side, staring incredibly annoyed at him. She gestured for him to come inside, and he did. His feet landed on the floor, and she reshut the curtains.
"What do you want?" she snapped. Danny exhaled deeply.
"Sam…" He took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry about how I've been acting. I've just been…"
"Stupid?" she suggested.
"Yeah. But more importantly. I." He paused. "I've been honestly such a huge coward. Still kinda am, actually. Like…" He swallowed nervously, glancing at the ground. "I've been too afraid to bring it up or to really even talk to you about it."
Sam cocked her head to the side. She took a few steps back, sitting down on her bed and patting the spot next to it.
"Talk to me," she encouraged. Danny plopped down next to her, turning human as he did so.
"I want to be with you," he said bluntly. "But just...I get so caught up in all these what-ifs. What if it doesn't work out? What if you get tired of me? What if you eventually realize that it sucks being with somebody who has to cancel dates or who ditches you because I have to stop Skulker or Technus or Ember? What if you get hurt because of me? What if…" he trailed off, not even wanting to get into deeper thoughts.
"I wish you had told me this sooner," Sam spoke softly. "We could have talked about it." Danny sighed.
"I know, I know. I just." He rubbed the palms of his hands up and down his thighs as he tried to provide some kind of a rational answer. "I'm afraid. Even now. I don't want to lose you."
"You're not going to lose me," Sam reassured him. She put her hand on top of one of his, and he stopped. "You're one of my best friends, and I love you so much."
"...I love you too," he confessed. He turned his wrist, moving to intertwine their fingers together. "I can't imagine a future without you being there in some way. And I just...I guess I've always been worried about you not wanting to be there anymore."
"I'll always want to be there," she smiled. She leaned in, lightly pecking his cheek. He sighed deeply in relief. "Even if we tried, and we found that it didn't work, that doesn't mean we can't still be friends after. But we'll never really know unless...you know. We tried."
"So, I guess that means that um...you'd be interested in maybe going to prom with me?" he asked.
"Of course, ya dingus." She lightly tapped his new nose ring. "So. How much trouble are you in with your mom?" Danny flinched.
"Man, let's just say I'm surprised she didn't fully kill me."
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phantomphangphucker · a month ago
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Phic Phight - The Weird Little Shit
For: @darks-ink
A class discussion held by Wes about Danny’s weirdness was never not going to be an absolute cluster fuck
Wes smacks the board, “alright, fuckers, thank you for coming-”.
“We’re only here because we lost a bet”.
“Shut up, Dash. You shouldn’t have to be strong-armed into learning the truth”. Everyone rolls their eyes at Wes pretty actively. “Anyway, since you all refuse to see or even listen to the truth of what Danny Fenton is. Instead, this. Weird shit about Danny Fenton one oh one”.
Dash snorts, “now this I can get behind, little shit weighs, like, ten pounds or some shit”. Wes points at him aggressively, “exactly”. Scribbling down ‘weighs less than a sack of potatoes' on the board. Star throwing in her two cents, “yeah and I’ve seen Sam just pick him up under her arm and run off”.
Brittney smacks her desk, “half the time he makes food directly in home ec it’s fucking cold, which ew, but also really weird”.
“Oh yeah he does that with his drinks too. He whole ass ‘drank’ a solid chunk of ice, major power move honestly”.
“And remember that snowball fight? I don’t think he ever actually made any snowballs, he just kept acquiring them”.
“Kid made for a great air conditioner when all the windows got stuck shut though; guy runs cold as fuck”.
Wes is just aggressively scribbling more down with a mildly manic grin.
“We should totally invite him to parties so he can keep the fucking beer cold”.
Dash laughs loudly and smacks Dale on the arm, “now there’s an idea!”, deadpanning, “still not inviting freaky Fenton though”. Dale chuckles very awkwardly.
“Well he’s an ice sculptor so that’s not surprising”.
“What the fuck do you mean ‘ice sculptor’? He clearly lifts weights in his spare time”.
“Oh yeah, he lowkey picked up the back end of my car once”.
“James, your car is a tiny little piece of shit. I could lift that damn thing”.
“Hey”.
“Anyway. Like I was saying, people who handle cold shit all the time, you know, like ice sculptors, usually have cold hands”.
“He lifts weights! Not ice sculpts!”.
“Here I though he was a painter”.
“Why the fuck would he be doing that?”.
“Well he’s always randomly splattered in green paint”.
Basically everyone pauses to look at Hanna. Kwan blinking, “the green is ectoplasm, duh”. Emilie shrugging and nodding, “everyone knows that”.
“Well I thought it was paint”.
“Well you’re clearly stupid”.
“Shut up”.
Dash waves everyone off, “so clearly not a painter or weight lifter, because have you seen his goddamn noodle arms?”.
“He lifts weights!”.
“No he doesn’t!”.
“Who cares! Have you seen his dad? Of course he’s a strong little shit! What really gets me is him getting out of locked rooms”.
“Oh he whole ass climbs out windows and shit”.
“All that ecto that gets on his skin makes his hands all sticky, hence why he can climb the side of buildings”.
“When the heck did you see him doing that?”.
“Oh I totally saw him showing off knife swallowing to some elementary kids”.
“I think he hangs out and does drugs or some shit on the roof”.
“So he climbs up the school building to do drugs? Why wouldn’t he just use the hidden steps like a normal person?”,
“I’m pretty sure the kitchen staff actually include him in their budget for missing utensils cause he eats so many of them”.
“Julie, no one’s saying Danny’s close to normal. Also kids got an iron stomach damn”.
Dash has to jump in there, “I totally made him eat my underwear once”. Earning him a round of judging glances. “What? I didn’t expect him to actually do it. I was planning to mock him for pussying out. But then the little fucker went and did it”.
“Power move”.
“Shut up”.
“You fed your underwear to a guy who builds guns?”.
“Excuse me but what?”.
“Maybe him doing so much dangerous shit is why his heartbeats all slow and stuff”.
“Again, excuse?”.
“Well we totally tested everyone’s heart rates and breathing and shit and he’s super low. He blamed his corn supper”.
“That’s stupid”.
“His corn supper had teeth, Todd”.
“Back to the gun making because what?”.
“FentonWorks is a weapon company what do you expect?”.
“James, he made a shotgun out of a pencil, two toothpicks, an elastic band, and a snapped in half penny. The thing was magically welded together”.
“You can’t weld a fucking pencil. It’s wood, moron”.
“Well it was goddamn wielded”.
Wes grumbles, “yeah he welded my binder zipper together once, stupid pyrokinesis”. Star glares at him, “I thought this wasn’t about your crazy conspiracy crap?”. Wes glares at her like she’s stupid.
“Ignoring Wes being crazy again. You guys do know he has laser beam lipstick right? He could totally weld stuff with that”.
“Didn’t he have a tail that one day?”.
“Huh?”.
“That lipstick of his is the plasma peach one right? Because girl I so need some, it makes amazing blush”.
“Oh no a dog just crawled under his shirt. I think he was trying to hide the treats or some shit?”.
“Fucking where? in his shoulder blades?!?”.
“Oh my god that’s right, he can totally pop all his joints out so probably yeah”.
“Since when could he do that? Better yet, why? Fucking ow”.
“His fingers also glow green when he cracks them”.
“Right Right I remember that! We also got him under a black light, totally wild”.
“I wish I could pop out my joints randomly”.
“He probably just eats glow sticks and they leaked into his joints and shit”.
“THAT MAKES NO SENSE”.
“Who cares, take him to a rave”.
“Oh my god yes he does amazing makeup”.
“Wait Fenton does makeup now too?”.
Wes points at Dash, “he’s got to cover up the dead parlour to his skin somehow”. With half the class shouting, “HE’S NOT DEAD”.
Emilie pursing her lips, “but what if he was, that would be hot”.
“EXCUSE ME!?!”.
“Oh get off your vanilla basic bitch high horse, Karen”.
Wes rubs his forehead, “not this shit again”. Smacking the board, “weird shit about Fenton, people! Not y’alls weird necrophilia fetish!”.
“Hey that’s just Emilie”.
Jesse looks genuinely offended, “bitch what? Have you seen a ghost? That glow? Mmmmmh yeah, daddy”.
Star chokes, “oh my god. I love our town”.
Wes sighs, “I should just start blocking you people from seeing ghosts at all. Cover those eyes until you stop BEING FUCKING BLIND”.
“Eyes never stop seeing, they just get covered”.
“NO! NO! BAD!“.
“That weirdly reminds me that Danny can totally walk with his eyes closed”.
“That’s weird how?”.
“How ‘bout you fucking try it then!”.
Dash shrugs, “well his eyes go glowy green all the time so no surprise he can just see through his eyelids”. More than a few people look to him, “why did you not add that to the weird list?”.
“Because it’s not weird”.
“Dash... do you know anyone with goddamn glowing eyes... besides ghosts”.
“Uhhh the entire Defect Quartet”.
“Excuse?!?”.
“Honestly him biting open pop-cans is weirder”.
“Oh god yeah, that’s horrible to hear”.
“He dead ass cut his lip up once doing that and just... kept doing it. There was blood all over his neck”.
“Why the heck didn’t anyone take an edgy aesthetic photo of that? Goddamn”.
“I feel like this is more an off-the-books class on discovering that Danny might actually be hot”.
“You wanna say Fenton’s hot again? I’ll goddamn choke you, motherfucker”.
“Do it you fake ass bear dom”.
A couple of people shuffle out of their desks and away when Dash actually throws a punch at Jasper.
“On a side note, once saw Danny sleeping in a trash can”.
“How is that weird”.
“How isn’t it? It’s a trashcan”.
“And he’s trash, your point”.
“YOU'RE GONNA HAVETA HIT HARDER IF YOU WANT TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION ON YOUR TWINK BOY! HE’S DURABLE AS FUCK!”.
“FUCK YOU!!!”.
“Huh, he did survive falling from the ceiling multiple times and that drowning once”.
“Fucker wasn’t drowned, he can breathe underwater”.
“Excuse me?”.
“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?!”.
Dash snapping his head around, “IM TEACHING HIM A LESSON!”. Jasper just smirks, “I DON’T NEED BREATH PLAY TIPS FROM YOU!”. Dash tries punching him again.
“This is ridiculous, I mean really, Danny would be the dom”. That silenced the entire room.
“What?”.
“Come on, he ate Skulker once ‘cause the guy was coping him an attitude”.
“DANNY EATS GHOSTS?!?”.
Wes turns around and slams his head on the board, “God fuck this is such a cluster fuck”.
“You’re hosting this and holding us hostage here”.
“YOU’RE NOT MY HOSTAGES! YALL LOST A BET!”.
“Oh suck my toes”.
“WHAT?!”.
“While Wes loses his mind for the fifth time this week, what we’ve got is he’s icy as shit, likes welding and makeup and ice sculptures and weight lifting, weighs fuck all, just vores goddamn everything, and climbs shit weirdly well?”.
“You’re forgetting all the glow shit”.
“HA! Glowing shit”.
“Fuck Todd, you are a dumbass”.
“IN SHORT LOCAL ELDRITCH TEEN BUT HE’S STILL NOT A GODDAMN GHOST WES!”
“FUCK YOU! IT’S SO GODDAMN OBVIOUS HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE LIKE THIS OHMYGOD!”.
Just then Danny Fenton opens up the door, the class going dead silent while he glances around slowly. Him looking to the whiteboard, then slowly back to his fellow teens, speaking “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no”, while slowly backing out and closing the door.
At first, no one says anything before Star snickers, “pffft”; the entire classroom bursting out into laughter directly afterwards.
Wes turning around and smacking his head on the board once again, “why. Just. Why me”.
END.
Prompt: Wacky reveals (ex: Danny drying up too quickly bc intangibility, Danny's drink stays cool way too long, people's electronic devices are always more charged when they've been near Danny, etc)
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q-gorgeous · a month ago
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If You Go Down In the Woods Today
fanfiction
ao3
Flynn has survived in the Ghost Zone for years, and as far as he knows, he’s the only human here. How does he react when some ghost kid turns human before his eyes? Prompt by @bibliophilea
word count: 1793
yo another one lets gooooo
Flynn was tending to his garden of blood blossoms surrounding his home on a floating island in the ghost zone when he saw a ghost floating towards him. 
He didn’t recognize this one but the ghost didn’t seem to be doing too good. It looked as if exhaustion pulled on every fiber of his being as he got closer and closer to him. Once the ghost floated close enough, Flynn picked up his staff and approached.
“You’re not welcome here, ghost.”
The ghost blinked his eyes slowly, and out of synch, before they opened up wide. He stared at Flynn unmoving for an uncomfortable amount of time, and Flynn was about to try to dismiss the ghost again when he spoke up.
“What’s a human doing in the ghost zone?” 
His speech was slurred, his arms hanging lazily by his sides and then suddenly, he was falling face first into the ground below him. Flynn stared at the ghost, stunned, and jumped when a bright flash of white appeared around his waist. 
Rings traveled up and around his body, and in the place of the ghost was a clearly exhausted teenage boy. Flynn just stared at him, a panic of sorts filling him up. 
“What the fuck?” He whispered. This ghost was also human? How was that even possible? Ectoplasm was far too toxic for it to coexist in a human. The only reason Flynn had lasted this long was because his garden fended off some of the ambient ectoplasm. 
Flynn was about to pick the boy up and take him inside when he paused. Would the boy be okay inside his hut? It was surrounded by blood blossoms and if the human boy was a ghost, he could only imagine how painful that’d be. 
After taking a few moments to think on it, Flynn ran inside and grabbed a blanket, a chair, and his ukulele. He headed back outside and laid the blanket over the sleeping boy and sat down in his chair, strumming his ukulele and humming a song. 
If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today, you'd better go in disguise
For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain
Because today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.
Flynn spent about half an hour playing and humming along to songs he remembered from his childhood before the boy began to stir. The boy groaned and sat up, holding his head before his back went straight and looked around hurriedly. 
He could see the boy look at him from the corner of his eye and was jumping up and turning to face him before halting as he stared at Flynn. 
“You’re human.” He said, lowering his fists that he had raised. 
“Yep.” Flynn said. “And so are you apparently.”
The boy’s brows furrowed. “You don’t know who I am?”
“No. Am I supposed to?” Flynn lived in the middle of the ghost zone, why would he know who this random kid is?
“I guess not. It’s just that all the ghosts knew who I was. I thought maybe someone would’ve mentioned me to you.”
Flynn hooked a thumb back to point at his house. “I don’t really want much to do with all the ghosts that live here. Most of them leave me alone but there are some I befriended as a kid. They bring me seeds and stuff so I have food to grow. But I hate most of the ghosts here.”
Suddenly, the boy's face brightened and he was hurriedly standing up, throwing the blanket aside. 
“I can take you back to the human world! I can help you find your family. There’s a family of ghost hunters that live on the other side of a man made portal, the Fenton’s, my-”
“Wait, Fenton?”
The boy stopped. “Yeah. Jack and Maddie Fenton. They’re self proclaimed ghost experts.”
“This Jack Fenton. Is he a big guy with an orange suit?”
Giving Flynn a look, the boy continued slowly. “Yeah. Do you know him?”
“Maybe. My mom used to rib on my aunt’s boyfriend when they visited us at home.”
The boy’s eyes widened. “What was your mom’s name?”
“Alicia Walker.”
Flynn watched as the boy’s eyes widened and he stared into the ground. His hands came up to cover his mouth. 
“I always wondered why there were pictures of some random kid at aunt Alicia’s house that I’d never met before. I always asked but no one wanted to tell me.”
Flynn’s brows furrowed. “Who are you?”
The kid looked back up and met his eyes. “Danny Fenton. Your cousin.”
Flynn’s jaw dropped and he stared at Danny. A moment later another thought struck him.
“Wait, your parents are ghost hunters? And you’re some sort of ghost hybrid?”
Danny started waving his hands back and forth in front of him. “They don’t know I’m Phantom! So when I bring you home you can’t tell them! They can’t know.”
Flynn nodded. “Okay. You’re going to unpack that for me later. But you’re going to take me home just like that? You don’t even know me.”
Danny shrugged. “It’s just what I do, I’ve got a hero complex. Besides, you’re family apparently which makes this even more important.” He stood up and stretched, transforming back into his ghost form as those white rings appeared once again. 
“Are you ready?”
Flynn looked at the staff next to him and the ukulele in his hands. 
“Will I ever be able to come back? If I want to?” He asked.
Danny nodded. “I can bring you back any time.”
“Okay.” Flynn said, grabbing his staff and standing up.
“I’m ready.”
QQQQQ
Maddie walked into the kitchen when she heard it. A humming coming from downstairs. It didn’t sound like Jack, but it didn’t echo like it was a ghost. It must be Danny.
She walked down the stairs and the further down she got the more she realized it didn’t sound like Danny. But she did recognize the song. It was the one her mother sang to her and Alicia when they were little, the one she changed the lyrics to and sang to Danny when he was little. 
She reached the bottom of the steps, hoping that it would somehow be Jack or Danny, but she was instead met with a young man with red hair and Phantom.
“Spook!” Maddie shouted and she started racing for her gun before she was interrupted by frantic waving coming from Phantom.
“No! You have to call your sister!”
She stared at him confused. “My sister?”
Phantom gestured at the young man beside him who looked at Maddie nervously. 
“My name is Flynn. I think you’re my aunt.”
Maddie stared at him with wide eyes, her gun clattering to the floor. That should be impossible. He shouldn’t have been able to survive that long in the ghost zone, especially when he was a child but…
That song. He had Alicia’s eyes.
Maddie’s eyes filled up with tears as she took him in. “Oh my god.” She whispered, covering her mouth.
She walked over, looking up at him. “May I?” She asked.
He nodded.
She threw her arms around her nephew’s shoulders and pulled him close to her. Her tears turned into sobs.
“We thought we had lost you. Your mother looked for you for so long.”
Maddie pulled away and took a deep breath. “Come on, let’s go upstairs and call her. We’ll have to fly her out here immediately.”
She started walking back up the stairs but turned around before she reached them, meeting Phantom’s eyes.
“Thank you, Phantom.”
She started heading back up the stairs. Once she reached the kitchen, she picked up the phone on the counter and dialed her sister’s number. As it rang, she heard a door open upstairs and Danny’s soft mumbling.
“Danny! Come downstairs! I have someone you need to meet.”
His footsteps padded into the kitchen behind her and she turned around. He was looking at Flynn with a puzzled expression on his face.
“Hi mom, uh, who’s this?”
“Hello, Alicia speaking.”
Maddie took a deep breath. “Hi Alicia. I have some very important news for you. We found your son, Flynn.”
There was a big pause over the line and Maddie looked up to see Danny’s eyes were almost comically wide. She heard Alicia take a deep breath over the line.
“You better not be pulling my leg, Maddie.”
Maddie gasped. “Alicia! I would never! Here, Flynn, come say hi to your mother.”
She beckoned Flynn over to her and handed him the phone. 
He grabbed the phone from her hand and looked at it before slowly bringing it up to his ear. “Hello?”
Maddie could hear Alicia’s muffled voice from where she stood. “Is that really you, Flynn?” Flynn’s eyes widened and filled with tears as he choked up at hearing his mother’s voice. “Yeah, mom, it’s really me.” 
A loud sniffle made it’s way over the phone. “Dear lord. I thought we’d never find you. I lost all hope. You can bet your butt I’m booking the first flight out of town. I need to see my baby boy.”
Flynn chuckled. “Not much of a baby anymore.”
“Hush, you’ll always be my baby. We’ve got years to make up for anyways.” Alicia said. “Anyways, as much as I’d love to chat I am going to stay by my word and start packing to catch a flight out there. I can’t wait a moment longer. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
When the dial tone sounded through the phone, Flynn handed it back to Maddie. She took it and placed it back on the receiver. 
“Danny, why don’t you help Flynn find a change of clothes so he can take a shower. I’ll work on calling Jazz and your father and letting them know they need to come home.”
“Mom do we even have anything that’ll fit him? Dad is a brick house and I’m way too short.” 
Maddie nodded, picking up the phone and punching in the number for Jack’s cellphone. “If you rummage around your father’s closet there should be a box full of Vlad’s clothes from college.”
Danny wrinkled his nose at that. “I don’t even want to know.” He waved a hand at Flynn. “Come on, let’s go see what dad stole from the fruitloop.”
As the phone rang and the boys headed upstairs, Maddie missed the whispered thank that Flynn gave to Danny and the smile he got back in return. The ringing stopped and she heard Jack’s voice on the other end of the line. 
“Jack, honey. I have some wonderful news.”
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