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Can you imagine a few years after TUE when Boxy goes to invite Danny to a party he and the Lunchlady are having in the ghostzone and Danny just immediately pulls out a lunchbox with Boxlunch's name on it.

And Boxy is just super confused. He did not mention it was a babyshower or that the happy couple had decided to call their daughter Boxlunch yet.

This starts the rumor that Danny is either psychic or some sort of time ghost like Clockwork.

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Space and ghost speak

The trio were at the observatory, they had chased a ghost there. In hindsight they should've seen what was coming next.

The ghost they were chasing was a bit different from the usual bunch, it's glow seemed brighter and it had weird rings around its body, some rocks too actually. Nothing too weird. At first the two didn't realize what was going on until after they were watching what seems to be two space obsessed ghosts fangirling over a telescope or space.

Their aura was rapidly changing, they were moving around like kids in a candy store. Chirps, clicks and purrs were exchanged while they were hunched over looking through the telescope at the sky and cloudless night.

How long have they been there just watching those two talk without a care in the world? Who knew. They didn't,they were just happy that they could see Danny relaxed like this. It's been awhile since he could gush about space to them. He looked so happy hell even his almost nonexistent freckles were glowing in the shape of constellations. Later on when the sun began to shine and they actually were able to leave Tucker asked what the two were talking about. Danny had looked at them weird and replied confused "we were talking about the new moon they found, weren't you listening?"

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Dead Men Still Adapt

Based On An Earlier Textpost: HERE

Danny loves exploring the ghost zone, it was a nice relaxing thing. Well, relaxing to him. He enjoys dodging and weaving through enemy territory and free-floating to new and adventurous places. He likes the feeling of swimming through the open air, diving into the abyss of dark greens, and seeing the sights. It was so strange in there, every time zone and difference was beautiful and weird. He passed by his favorite places, like Dora’s kingdom, and Pandora’s domain. 

He liked seeing each domain, the larger and stronger ghosts had their own domains to watch over. Kingdoms and settlements and jungles of animalistic people were only some of the neat little places that Danny saw. He kept a map on himself, more for posterity than anything else. The Infinite Realms is… well… Infinite. Still, the ever-crawling onward plane of existence was starting to etch its own map into his head. 

Like how he knew that he was coming up on dangerous territory. The Ectoplasm was getting brighter, and mutating into a bright and ugly radioactive orange. This was one of the parts of the realm that he would rather stay away from, so he flew faster. 

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me n my evil sexy alternate future self

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Writing Requests

Hey! I had fun doing the few requests I got last time, so I thought I’d ask for more!

If anyone has anything they want me to write about Danny Phantom, send me a request! My inbox is open!

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Little Things - Pt 6

Summary: "If someone listened to the Ghost Zone that day, they would know something great was about to happen. The realm practically sang it’s joy to all who would listen."

Or, Dan gets redeemed through parenthood or something.

Pt. 1  Pt. 2 Pt. 3  Pt. 4  Pt. 5 Pt. 6

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“Mmmm … Beatrice? No, that sounds terrible, um. Olivia, Charlotte, Isabelle.”

Dan listed off whatever names came to mind, finding something that might fit her.

The little ghost was sitting on the floor in front of a low table, one surrounded by a couch and a couple plush chairs. She was happily scribbling away on a piece of paper with some crayons, drawing one vague shape after another, humming as she experimented with mixing colors and shapes. Dan had wondered where Clockwork had gotten the papers and crayons, but ultimately didn’t care enough to ask. It made her happy and kept her entertained for a bit, that’s all that really mattered.

Dan sat on one of the chairs, thinking hard. He was running out of names at this point. He only knew so many to begin with. He didn’t want to pick a name someone else he knew had, that would get weird quick.

“Sophia, Daisy, Brianna, uh … Molly, Gloria …”

The girl interrupted his thoughts with a little sound of satisfaction, holding her paper up to inspect it for a moment. She flew over to Dan, sitting in his lap and shoving the paper in his face.

“Good?”

Dan smiled fondly at her, taking her paper to look over the colors.

As it turned out, it wasn’t difficult to teach the girl how to speak. She had been learning since before she could speak, was ever observant and curious. She was already using a lot of words, even if she struggled to string them together in proper sentences. It was only a matter of time, though, and he knew it would be sooner rather than later.

It also meant he really had to watch what he said around her. He was not about to be one of those parents who let their kids constantly curse.

“It looks lovely, dear. Do you want to put it with the others?”

“Yeah!” she said with an excited squeal, flying over to the couch where two stacks of papers sat. She added hers to the top of one, the drawings she had decided she liked for one reason or another. Dan couldn’t tell the difference between any of them. They all looked like scribbles to him.

She went back to the table, getting another piece of paper to start scribbling away, each stroke slow and thoughtful. It was curte, how focused she got over her little drawings. If only he could go to the human realm he could get her some coloring books. He could get her many things she would want and need. She would have to start learning math and reading soon. Ghosts didn’t typically need to learn as much as human children were taught in schools. He definitely knew there was no proper education for them. There weren’t enough of them for it to be worth it. He figured their parents or guardians or whatever taught them whatever they felt they needed to know, and as far as he was concerned all his girl needed to was some basic math and reading. At least, that’s all she needed to know school wise. There was plenty to teach her about surviving in the ghost zone and using her powers.

If he was going to teach her math and reading, though, he would need some supplies, more paper and pencils and books and all that.

Perhaps he could convince Clockwork to let him go sometime …

But then he’d want to take the girl with him.

He wouldn’t dare take her right now. She’d have to learn how to properly disguise herself before he could do something like that and he wasn’t even sure that was something she could do. He could still try to teach her. She should be strong enough to learn how to use her ghostly powers by now. And if she couldn’t disguise herself, he would just have to go without her. He supposed he could introduce her to the human realm differently, maybe in a forest far away from people who might hurt her. He knew she’d love that, too. There would be so much for her to look at and explore. Then maybe when she was old enough they could go into a town or something while invisible.

Of course, that was all depending on whether or not Clockwork would allow it.

He’ll consider that step one for now.

Until then…

“Maybe Virginia … Leyla?... Willow?”

He really was going on empty here. He sighed, turning his head to watch the girl draw. Her hair flickered along her black, more flashes of purple streaking across the blue as she tried to concentrate. For a moment, it was peacefully silent.

“Aurora maybe.” He hummed to himself as he thought that one over. It was a nice enough name, probably the closest yet to something that would fit her. Yeah, it fit her really well. “What do you think, kid? Is Aurora a good name?”

She looked up at him with her big eyes, head tilted to the eyes and eyes squinting as she thought. Then she smiled real big.

“Yeah!”

Dan chuckled at her excitement, feeling it bubbling up in his chest.

“The congrats, kid, you have a name.”

“Yay!” She cheered, flying up to Dan to hug him and cuddle against his chest, picture forgotten on the table. He rolled his eyes but it wasn’t like he was about to push her away. She was far too happy and he wasn’t going to ruin her good mood. Instead he wrapped an arm around her, letting her rest against it and relax against him. He thought they would settle in for a cuddle and a nap for a while. That’s what she usually did, but he guessed she wasn’t ready for that yet. She was staring at his face and he could feel that was curious once more and wanted to ask a question.

“What is it, dear?”

She had to think for a bit to try and find the right words, eventually settling on, “What name?” She patted his face to with a little hand to make sure he knew she was talking about him.

The issue being, of course, that he didn’t really have a name.

Clockwork tended to call him Daniel and his old enemies called him Phantom, but that wasn’t really him anymore. Maybe part of himself had once been that kid, that boy who had thought of nothing but protecting his home and friends and family, but only part. He couldn’t really be considered the same person. Of course, he wasn’t Plasmius, either. That was just another part. He was someone different from either of them.

Sometimes, when he needed to call himself something in his mind, he would call himself Dan, but that wasn’t really his name, either. It was just a placeholder. He didn’t really want to go through the process of having to think up another name when he had only just thought one up for her.

“I’m your dad. You can call me that, okay?”

She nodded, snuggling back into his chest with a yawn.

“Nah-night Dad.”

Those words affected more than he really expected them to. He was flooded with warmth, emotion making his eyes sting. He blinked away the tears, burying his face into her flickering hair in an attempt to quell the sudden surge of emotion. He could feel the girl's core thrum with love in response, purring happily at the affection.

“I love you.” The words slipped from his lips so easily, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret them. Not when they were so true. He loved her very much, his little Aurora.

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I finally managed to write a DP fanfic :D

Kind of funny that something I started as something I did at 3 am because I couldn’t sleep ended up as a small DP oneshot.

Thanks to @floralflowerpower for helping me with some of the dialogue ^^

“The worst thing about betrayal is that it doesn’t come from an enemy”

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It had been a few weeks since Danny had told his parents he was Phantom, at first everything had been going well, but as time continued his parents started to treat him differently.

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Poor Timing

this is the mean angst fic based on the ‘Time’ prompt for @the-clari-net in the @phandomholidaytruce you said okay with angst and apparently that meant i had to DO IT right away. mild gore and body horror there aren’t TOO many details.

He had the worst timing, honestly. The one time his parents aren’t down in the lab is of course the same time that he hadn’t bothered with invisibility. People weren’t really frightened of him anymore, and keeping it up all the time was exhausting. So he got a bit sloppy. It wasn’t a big deal! Everyone knew he had a Fenton Thermos by now, it didn’t take a genius to figure out he might fly near FentonWorks sometimes. Being seen wasn’t a huge surprise.

He just wasn’t expecting them to be so quick to shoot. Surely they should at least be as startled as he was! Enough to give him time to slide out of sight and pretend he’d never left the house.

He didn’t have that time. Hell, he barely had time to make a quip before a beam slammed into him and knocked him off course. It wasn’t the most painful thing he’d been hit with, but he didn’t recognize the barrel of the weapon from up here. Getting hit with new inventions was a terrible idea in general, and he didn’t like how happy his parents looked.

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Danny, ghost king and therapist

So I was supposed to post this on Ao3 but it isn't complete enough for that, so here you go! You're welcome to take this and make it longer. Please tag me if you do though, I'd love to read it.

Danny had expected a lot of things when he was crowned Ghost King.

He had expected paperwork, he had expected learning a lot of new things and having to break up fights between kingdoms.

He had expected fighting to go down by a lot due to his new laws, and he had expected a lot of hate for being half-human.

He had not expected to have to schedule times where Ghosts were allowed to bother him in school for therapy sessions and relationship advice.

But now he was seriously thinking about it.

Ember was standing right there, in front of every one of his classmates, and she was crying.

She was bawling actually, and she kept going, one hand on the teacher’s desk as she continued to sob.

“What do we do?” Danny heard someone whisper, and not for the first time in that class he wished Tucker and Sam were there.

“Danny!” Ember finally shouted, and every single person in the class snapped their heads towards him, he felt himself sink further into his chair without thinking about it.

“Yeah?” he managed to weakly say, looking at Mr Lancers direction.

“You’re the king, can’t you like, I don’t know, banish him?” she asked, wobbling over to his desk before falling over it and grabbing both of his hands.

He looked at her wide-eyed.

What was he supposed to do now? Clearly, everyone had heard her, and it wasn’t like he could pretend she was wrong! She was clearly distressed and in need of someone, so, with a sigh, Danny resigned himself to his fate.

He pat her hair, making soft shushing noises.

“What did Skulker do this time?” he asked with a sigh, growing increasingly uncomfortable with the looks his classmates were giving him.

“He-” she stopped herself, as another sob wrecked its way through her body.

“It’s okay Ember, take your time,” he said.

Paulina and Star were staring at him with wide eyes, and he could feel Dash glaring at him, this was going to be fun to explain.

“He hasn’t texted me back for ten days! And I know it’s cause of that stupid hunt, why you even allowed for it I’ll never know, but, I’m important too, you know?” she looked at him, her eyes filled with so much sadness he almost forgot about the fact that she had appeared at school and ruined his cover.

The hunt was a small gathering Danny had let take place, it was supposed to last for a couple days where he had made some ectoplasm animals that they were allowed to hunt for sport, it was to breed comradery with a bit of friendly competition, it would also serve as to take off the edge for some of the more blood-thirsty ghosts as he continued to work on the new legislation that was supposed to make it illegal for ghosts to attack humans at night.

“It was supposed to be over days ago, why are they still continuing?” Danny frowned, he had made it so it would last three days max, how were they still not done?

“What do you mean? He said it would take at least a month.” Ember frowned as well, and for a second they just looked at each other, confused.

Then she started sobbing again, “He lied to me!?” she shouted in between her sobs, clinging on to Danny as she used his shirt as a tissue.

“It’s okay Ember, he doesn’t deserve you anyway,” he said, sounding like he really meant it.

Paulina came up behind Danny, and for a second he tensed, ready to take a hit or start a fight to protect her, but all Paulina did was bring a chair and drape herself over Ember as she muttered reaffirming words.

“Danny’s right,” Star said, coming up behind him, “Skulker doesn’t deserve you, you are beautiful and talented and you have the greatest voice I have ever heard! He should be so lucky as to have you,” she said, crossing her arms.

“I’ll speak to him about this, but I can’t just… banish him,” Danny said, trying to give her a smile that made her feel better.

She pouted, clearly not happy, but she definitely felt better now than she had when she first entered the classroom.

So, nodding, she flew away and back to the Ghost Zone.

Danny sighed, leaning back in his chair as he rolled his shoulders, great, another thing to do on top of his already busy schedule.

“Care to explain?” Paulina asked, eying him up.

“Not really, no,” Danny said with a shrug, and then the class continued, like nothing had ever happened.

Kinda.

The next time it happened, he was alone again, Sam was in another class and Tucker was sick, so Danny was left to deal with it alone.

Great.

“Tell Ember, that she can’t just keep running to you every time we fight,” Skulker said, crossing his arms as he floated above everyone in the science class.

Great.

“Should’ve thought of that before you lied to her!” Paulina shouted at him, and Danny smiled, happy that his classmates were defending his people.

“Quiet missy,” Skulker sneered, clearly unhappy with having a human yell at him.

“She’s right, you know.” Danny levelled him with a glare, “Why did you lie to her?”

Skulker, to his credit, did look guilty.

“I just wanted a chance to hang out with my boys,” he murmured, looking almost sheepish.

“You could have done that without the lying,” Danny pointed out, earning murmurs of agreement, especially from the female students.

“She always gets so annoyed when I start asking to hang out with my friends, this was much easier.” he shrugged, all of his sheepishness vanishing.

“You still should’ve told the truth, the reason you guys keep breaking up is because of your abysmal communication skills,” Danny said, crossing his arms, “And you shouldn’t have used the hunt to excuse it, now I might just not make a new one, this could’ve been a yearly thing you know, now, I’m not so sure,” Danny said, casually shrugging as he glared at Skulker.

“I didn’t do anything!” he said, sounding like he genuinely believed he didn’t do anything.

“I get that you want to be with your friends, but you have to be honest with her about that.” Danny shrugged, looking at Skulker one last time before waving him away.

He left with a sigh.

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Imagine a forest on a border of Amity Park, named Amnesty. Danny wanders in one day, and he gets lost.

Years pass, he doesn’t change, his ghost form mutates and changes from confusion and the new environment. It’s been 100 years, for Danny.

But when he finds and exit to the forest… it’s only been a few hours.

How does he cope with the changes and seemingly years of wisdom in his old home.

How does everyone else cope when Danny Fenton comes back infinitely stranger? If that even is Danny Fenton.

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Wings

Good people grew wings.

How wings grew, why they grew, and the exact criteria for being a good person, were unclear. Science had discovered many things over the years, but human wings remained a mystery and the closest thing to real magic the average person would ever know about. Even so, this one point, that you had to be good to grow wings, was agreed upon by virtually everyone.

You had to be good.

Saintlike, even. Literally. If a person had wings, even teeny tiny ones, and was even vaguely Catholic, they were almost certain to be sainted shortly after their death.

This was why Danny was sure there had to be some kind of mistake. That this had to be a prank. Or a trick. Or even the result of some weird ghost power Danny didn’t know about.

Not that he thought he was a bad person. He tried his best! But he was well aware of his many, many flaws. Some might say that was the first step to working on them, except… He did not do that.

Which was yet another sign that the small, downy lumps growing very painfully out his back couldn’t be real.

He didn’t deserve this.

(A sentiment he meant in many ways. Primarily the obvious one, but he also didn’t want to have to deal with two new limbs on top of everything else in his life.)

(Like, he’d just gotten used to having a tail, and the tail wasn’t a permanent addition. Or even an addition, really. It was more of an exchange. Two legs for one tail.)

He inhaled shakily and turned away from the mirror. His face was pale and drawn. Dark circles were painted under his eyes. Slightly pink scars from the fight with Skulker last night stood out on his skin. They’d fade in a few days.

Hopefully, so would the little bumps on his back. If not…

His knuckles went white on the counter. At some points in history, it had been dangerous to have wings grow in out of nowhere. People would wonder why. And if that why wasn’t compatible with what the local government wanted, if what they were doing was good but illegal, well… But the point was, some people had taken rather extreme measures to avoid being caught.

Like cutting off their wings.

Nausea rose in Danny’s throat at the notion of cutting off any part of his body. He could do it. He had access to enough sharp things and had a high enough pain tolerance. Plus, he could turn certain body parts intangible, to get a better angle on—

He turned to the toilet and threw up.

The article he’d read on the internet had said that, sometimes, wings growing in disrupted the other functions of the body. Hormonal imbalance.

Wings might be magic. This experience? Not so much.

Then, when did radical changes to his person ever happen painlessly for him? The Accident, the Accident Remix, his ice powers, puberty in general…

Yeah.

He shuddered and reached for the lever.

Maybe they’d be small. Size depended on how good you were. At least, that was the prevailing theory. Since he shouldn’t have his at all, they should be small. Tiny. Hopefully. Hidable. Something he could keep under his shirt. Something no one would notice. Something that wouldn’t be investigated, wouldn’t be questioned.

Oh, god, what if they showed up on Phantom as well? That would be a nightmare. Most ghost hunters and occultists didn’t even think ghosts had feelings. One showing up with wings would make them furious. They’d be convinced that he was faking. That he was trying to capitalize on how people thought of wings to make himself look better.

Oh, geez, and that wasn’t even getting into how they’d interact with his suit, which repaired any damage done to it every time he transformed.

He shifted, rings sparking over him, and reached around his ribs to touch his back. Which still had two very sensitive lumps.

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“Danny,” said Jazz, sitting on the edge of her bed and steepling her hands, ��how many times have you saved Amity Park?”

Danny frowned. “What does that have to do with anything?”

She pressed her fingers to her lips. “Okay. How about how many times you’ve saved the planet?”

Danny shrugged.

“Don’t you think that might, I don’t know, contribute to the present situation?”

“That’s—I don’t—Jazz, I live here. Of course, I’m going to protect the place I live.” He started pacing back and forth.

Jazz stared up at him. “Are you sure that’s what going on? Really?”

“Yes?”

Jazz stood up and put both her hands on Danny’s shoulders. “Danny. You’re a good person.”

“I’m not, though.”

“Okay. Tell me why you think you aren’t a good person.”

“Bad future ring a bell?” replied Danny acerbically.

“You mean the future that never happened.”

“I wasgoing to cheat on that test.”

Jazz inhaled deeply, then sighed. “Cheating on a test does not make you a bad person.”

“I destroyed the world.”

“No, you didn’t,” said Jazz. “last time I checked, the world was just fine. And wasn’t Dan half Vlad anyway?”

“It was still my fault,” mumbled Danny.

“Maybe,” allowed Jazz, “but that doesn’t mean you aren’t a good person, doing good things. Also, you wouldn’t be the first person to grow wings even though you did something bad earlier. Everyone does bad things.”

“Like who?” mumbled Danny.

“Uh,” said Jazz, “I haven’t exactly prepared a list. Um. Oscar Schindler. Like, by all accounts he was kind of terrible right up until, you know.”

Danny sighed and extracted himself from Jazz’s grip. “How am I supposed to hide them, anyway?”

“Well, if they stay small, you should be able to just cover them up. I wouldn’t recommend binding them, that’ll deform the bones. But if they get bigger… Can’t you just keep them invisible and intangible?”

“No,” said Danny, after a beat of time staring at Jazz to make sure she wasn’t joking. “I can’t hold onto either of those for that long. Especially not in human form.”

“Well,” said Jazz. She ran a hand through her hair. “In that case… You might not be able to hide them.”

Danny closed his eyes. “I hope they stay small.”

But he had a feeling they wouldn’t.

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Fuck Vlad being well groomed and dressed! I want him to look unkempt and resemble a feral mangy cat. Have his appearance match his rancid vibes and/or personality for all I care.

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because I could not stop for death

because I could not stop for death / he kindly stopped for me / the carriage held but just ourselves / and immortality ~ Emily Dickinson

Danny Fenton was dying, properly this time.

Somehow, in the back of his head and in his worst nightmares, he knew it would end this way: bleeding on the floor of his parents’ lab where it had all began. He was so hot he felt like his skin was on fire, blood and ectoplasm were dripping all over him and his lungs and heart were working overtime to try in vain to keep him alive a moment longer. He’d imagined at the time that there would be more screaming but death, in the end, was turning out to be a quiet little affair. A lonely table set for one.

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Clockwork takes an interest in Danny. Daniel James Fenton, Daniel Phantom, protector of Amity Park and other titles beside. He saved Daniel from the Observants-- saved him from himself. His duty would thus be done. But he still finds himself lingering over him, the young, cocky, out of his depth halfa.

After a time, it clicks.

Like recognizes like.

Clockwork came into being at the beginning of time. The hot violence of being formed his core, and the seconds ticking into minutes into hours into years into eons helped strengthen it.

Daniel was formed in an impossibility. He formed in a space ripped and mended in an instant, fueled by the very thing that gives ghosts their being. The portal in the Doctors Fentons' basement was a much more wondrous thing than they even knew.

Halfas, liminals, were not new by any stretch of the term. But to have died and revivified in the razor edge space between the Infinite Realms and the moral world? That made Daniel special indeed.

Clockwork sees the proof in the boy's growth. He has already and still will set the boy on a more positive path, so from the very moment the boy's hand brushes that switch, Clockwork is watching.

Carefully, though. Best not to tip the Observants off too soon. They will be- are, used to be- a menacing force in the boy's life.

He is special.

Like recognizes like.

So as Clockwork is a Master of Time, Daniel is a Master of Space. Or, perhaps more aptly, a Master of Crossings. Bridges. Barriers, doorways. All fall under the purview of Space, anyway.

Not that the pesky Observants know this. While their view is wide, it is shallow at the same time. Judges as they are, it is quite ironic to Clockwork that they cannot see Daniel's depth.

On a viewing pane, green flickers under Daniel's fingers, so similar and yet not to his conjured blasts of pure ectoplasm. Soon, Clockwork thinks. Soon he will see at least the first inklings that he has some other power.

So in the now, as tenuous as that is, Clockwork prepares. Welcomes the boy- his boy- into his lair, pauses time to allow him the one commodity that all other ghosts enjoy.

He'll have even less of it in the future, Clockwork knows.

A soft snore brings him out of his mind. Daniel's cheeks are suffused with a soft green glow. He needs to eat more. The lack of concentrated ectoplasm in Amity Park is doing the young halfa no benefits. Well, Clockwork can help with that, at least. Making food for his child is only expected of him.

The thought might have brought him up short, had he not realized it before. Daniel, his child?

But what is Time without Space, or Space without Time? It's only obvious, then, that he would claim Daniel as his child. Every young ghost, halfa or not, needs a Guardian.

Like recognizes like, even if Daniel hasn't realized it yet. But... Clockwork has all the time in the world to wait for him.

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Prompt by @amabsis -

This time, instead of making a weapon to hurt ghosts, the Fenton's make a weapon that allows them to “get their feelings back”. Problem is, they already have them, so what happens when you take an already emotional ghost teen and amplify it by 10?

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"There it is." Jack whispered to his partner. Maddie Fenton trained the long-barreled gun on the specter as it flew in lazy, predictable waves trailing a wispy tail behind it.

They only had one shot. Danny Phantom was a dangerous ghost. There was no hiding or denying it's true nature, but it was clever. The ghost "boy" had already won the hearts of so much of the town. Maddie had watched a child, a little boy drag a Danny Phantom stuffed doll along with him on a public outing and it took all she could to stay quiet.

Fenton Works had a PR problem. Most ghostly activity was blamed on them, their antics scared the populace who weren't used to being protected so fiercely, but their worse offense in the eyes of the public was the hunting of Danny Phantom.

People were so ready to forgive the ghost even after all of the evidence, the vicious fights, all was forgiven with a bat of green eyes.

Of course if the town "hero" went missing, then that may be the final straw and see them run out of town. People would defend the ghost boy of Amity Park viciously but it wasn't their fault they didn't understand ghosts.

So the experiments began.

It was a simple idea that took months to prepare. Day and night, the lab was busy as Maddie and Jack worked out the kinks to a kind of antidote to Ghost Temperament.

Being a ghost meant being an ectoplasmic entity. Ectoplasm was energy, energy that could neither be created nor destroyed. If they could manage to create an ectoplasm-based solution that had empathy increasing properties, something that could bond with a ghost's energy, they could fix Phantom and make it safe.

Jack had explained to Jazz this morning that it was like adding vanilla cookie dough to a bowl chocolate chips. Ghosts were chocolate chips, humans were vanilla dough. Humans could have bits in them, chocolate or nuts, or whatever but they were still dough-based and could contain all of the intense parts that made up consciousness.

Ghosts were all chocolate chip. They were intense, short-lived bits of extreme flavor/energy that would melt if exposed to extremes with nothing to bind them together.

So they made it. Jazz may have not been impressed throwing them an odd look as she left for school, but they had done it.

They could give feelings to a ghost. Not simply enhancing what made them up, the extreme hate, the anger, but they could actually feel.

With enough buttery cookie dough, a ghost could actually feel something and with some training, those feelings could become a moral compass and goodness could come from that.

If everything worked out today, Danny Phantom wouldn't be a threat to any humans ever again.

"Locked. Ready?"

She pulled the knob on the side and the whole things started to glow a pale green tinged with pink sparks. A special mix of ionized ectoplasm spun through the coils around the tip of the gun and Jack raised a hand with straight fingers as Phantom drifted in the wind.

He threw his hand forward.

"FIRE!"

The gun went off responding to a hair trigger and a bolt of energy buzzed and snapped through the air tinging it with a sweet and sour tang.

The ghost boy looked their direction a second before being struck and blasted out of the sky. It's entire body crackled and sang, the hunters could hear it from a block away. Limbs and body straighten and became taut at odd, tense angles, then it dropped like a stone.

A dark streak fell gaining speed toward the ground. They watched as Danny Phantom fell and landed with a crunching noise on a parked car that shrieked with a rhythmic alarm.

The car suffered with the impact, steel twisting and windows shattering as the ghost twitched.

It was to be expected, the bonding process would be painful but necessary as the ghost's system was overloaded with too much energy that had nowhere to go but into the creature and cement the bond.

This handful of chips was going to be a perfect cookie soon.

They whooped in victory and the anxious buzz that accompanied hunts faded as the two of them stowed the weapon and advanced on Phantom's position. As Maddie's eyes adjusted to the flashing light she could almost swear that Phantom was changing colors. The jumpsuit turned white in some places, white hair flashed black.

Was it a side effect of the overload? Or maybe it was nothing...

By the time they arrived at the car, the ghost boy had rolled onto it's side cradling an arm. It's eyes were screwed shut and it shook curling in on itself.

"Let's get it to the lab." Maddie said not unkindly. This creature was experiencing feelings for the first time. Real feelings, not just reacting to stimuli. They didn't know if it was retroactive, if Phantom would open green eyes and laugh as it remembered all of the damage done and lives threatened. They would have to teach it how to interpret those feelings and guide the ghost into making the right decisions for the town. Train the Phantom, perhaps. She reached behind her and...

"Jack, hun, where's the thermos?" she asked patting down her suit but the device wasn't attached to the utility belt.

Huh.

"Beats me. I could have sworn I had one too." Jack patted around as well uncertainly. Oh no.

How were they supposed to transfer what could very well be a volatile ghost?

"I'm sorry..."

They blinked and their gazes shot toward the roof of the car.

The shaking hadn't stopped, maybe it had gotten worse. Phantom's eyes glowed incredibly bright in the dim, even with the flashing headlights.

"I-it was me." the shaky voice echoed almost too softly to be heard over the sound of the electric cry for help.

"Jack, do something about that alarm." Maddie tried to keep her voice level. Phantom wasn't violent yet but that could change any second. Loud noises could certainly set it off.

"I'm sorry." the voice cracked and the hair on Maddie's neck stood up.

Jack made large steps to the hood of the car and reached into the crumpled metal. With a twist of his hand, the alarm stopped and it was eerily silent.

They didn't take the time to breathe. Instead, Maddie channeled a kind smile as if she were talking to a child.

"What was you, sweetie?" she regretted the word as soon as it fell off her tongue. She didn't want to call this ghost "sweety", she would need something different.

Phantom looked at her at last. Guilt was written on it's face as if with a highlighter. Large green eyes were filled with silver. Tears? Waste from impurities? She could run some tests later.

"I-I took the thermoses... I had them so I could catch ghosts and I didn't tell you because I knew you would be so mad." They might actually be tears. Fascinating.

"That's okay, Phantom. We forgive you."

That was the wrong thing to say. Gloved hands formed fists and flew up to pointed ears covering them and squeezing green eyes shut.

"NO!" Anger contrasted with the pose. Body language suggested fear or panic, not anger. Maddie took a careful step sideways toward her husband where Jack had his hand on a blaster.

"No no no no no no no no- you don't get to forgive me." Anger seethed into the ghostly voice but then a whimper, a strange sound and oddly juxtaposed with the anger sounded so vulnerable.

"You don't know who I am or what I've done." It whispered and Jack almost strained to hear.

Instinct kicked in and he stepped back pushing his wife behind him as the ghost was suddenly standing in front of them on the pavement. Teleportation?

"You don't care!" the anger was back. Why was it fluctuating so much? It should have solidified the properties that made up emotion, not stirred them up. They would get whiplash at this rate.

"We do, we care or we wouldn't be here." Maddie tried to reason but a flare of green energy erupted from Phantom's left hand and her blood froze. Jack narrowed his eyes.

"Phantom! Enough!"

A blink and the flame went out. Phantom looked up at the man with a touch of fear that made Maddie wince. Jack brushed her shoulder and she understood.

Something was wrong but the more she thought abut it, he was right. Phantom was responding with feeling. It was more intensive than expected, but it was working.

"Young man you give me that thermos, now." Jack's dad voice was coming in useful. He never had to use in on the kids since they were always so well behaved these days but the hadn't lost his touch.

Phantom's eyes didn't leave Jack's as it slowly reached behind and pulled a Fenton Thermos out of what seemed like thin air.

Jack telegraphed his movements easily making his large body less threatening as Phantom's eyes filled with silver again.

The thermos was in hand and Jack flipped it around to point it at the ghost. Mission, so close to, accomplished.

"Please don't be mad." Phantom swallowed and formed fists that had no spark to them.

"We're not mad... dear. We just want what's best for everyone." she said honestly but that didn't seem to help.

Phantom started to cry.

"Mom, Dad, I-"

A burst of blue light and Phantom's unfinished words echoed in the street. The containment unit steamed for a second before Jack slammed the lid on and finally relaxed.

"That was different." he said turning toward his wife. He tossed her the thermos and she caught it with one hand.

Inside the silver exterior was the first ghost with feelings. It was imperfect as all trial runs were, but they had time to work out the kinks. They looked at each other as the words registered and sat heavy in their stomachs. Maddie crossed her arms pacing in the moonlit street. A long moment went by before she spun on her heel to face her husband.

"This could work." she declared. "If it's imprinted on us as caretakers we could use that to our advantage. It implies a loyalty and Phantom might not want us to be disappointed in it. It might even look to us as role models for it's new emotion system."

Since Phantom had emotion, it could potentially learn to empathize even if that function was more mechanically programmed. With them acting as parents, it would understand that Amity Park needed to be protected and nothing else. No need to hang around, no scaring people, just do the job and go home. The ghost would feel better in the lab closer to the portal and able to go to its real home. Maybe a little further into the trials they could let Phantom into the zone when not needed.

Maddie smiled at the idea. This would work out for everyone.

Jack pulled the assault vehicle around as she left a note for the owner of the car. Phantom was safe on her hip, hopefully calming down in the empty void the thermos simulated. She sighed once she was buckled into the front seat and they drove home, a mere three blocks from the site of their greatest catch ever.

They would go to the lab and put everything away, but it would be better to deal with Phantom in the morning while the kids were at school. It wouldn't take very long to teach the ghost how to respond to different stimuli correctly and they could go all day tomorrow in shifts.

The kids couldn't know about this. They seemed neutral about Phantom but if they knew that the town hero was in the basement, people could get dramatic about these things they didn't understand. It was best to make sure Jazz and Danny stayed out of this for as long as possible. If they were lucky, no one would notice Phantom was gone until the day they announced that Fenton Works had created a new hero, a more refined one that would follow orders and be obedient to humans once he saw their way of thinking.

Tomorrow would be day one of many. Maddie squeezed Jack's gloved hand.

They couldn't wait to start the first day of the rest of their lives.

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