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starry-bi-sky · 1 year ago

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Danny finds Sam easily.

She's right where she said she was over the phone: standing outside on a balcony, in Gotham, at Father's many charity functions.

("Would you still be willing to fly over to Gotham, Danny?" She asks, her voice ringing clear through the speakers. Danny is already climbing out his window before she even finishes her sentence. He was just about to settle down for the night, his ghosts would know better by now than to disturb him at this time. The Box Ghost not included.)

("Of course." He says, sounding more confident than he feels. Sam was one of his best— closest friends, he would do anything she or Tucker asked. Even if it means stepping foot into his Father's city. He drops down silently, and walks through the house's ghost shield. "Would you like me to bring you anything?")

(Sam sighs through the phone, relief leaking through. "One of the veggie burgers from Nasty Burgers would be great, with their new ecto-fries. Extra salt. I'm sick of all this rich people food.")

(A small smile pulls across Danny's face, tilting at the corner as his living form falls away to his ghost self. "Alright," he says, and kicks himself off the ground, "I'll be there in a few minutes.")

("Thanks, Danny.")

He had the bag of food with him, stored in a container he had to run back to the house to get that would prevent the food from cooling during his flight over. Clutching it in hand, he floats down behind Sam and sheds his invisibility.

Being visible and being invisible always felt different, but in a way Danny can never describe, no matter how many times he tries to think about it. It's like a gut-feeling, a sixth sense, he always knows when he's visible and when he is not.

His ghost form burns away like steel wool being lit, and Danny drops the last foot to the ground silently. In his other hand lies his thermos, but filled with plain ectoplasm — lazarus water. "I have your food."

(He brought the thermos for himself — his side was still healing from his last fight with Technus. The ghost impaled him with a broken pipe, and Danny returned the favor by wedging his sword into his chest. Technus had been quite offended by him ruining his favorite coat.)

Sam jumps a foot into the air, and her hand slams across her mouth to muffle the shriek she lets out as she whirls around. "Danny!" She hisses, her voice rising in pitch, and her eyes narrow at him into a glare. "Freaking-- Tucker's right, we seriously need to put a bell on you."

"You have been saying that for years," Danny grins, sharp-toothed and jack-knifed, and passes the container over to her. "And yet I've yet to see any kind of bell." He was going to start getting disappointed at this rate.

As Sam takes the container, Danny hops up onto the railing and looks around. He hadn't seen any of Father's other children lurking around the building before he revealed himself, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. He wasn't going to fool himself into thinking that their stealth skills were poor.

He wasn't that arrogant.

...Anymore.

"Oh you will." Sam threatens, unzipping the container and grabbing the takeout bag. "I'll get you a collar and everything, we can start calling you Catwoman." When she pulls out her fries, Danny snaps forward and steals one from the box, ignoring her indignant yell as he pops it into his mouth.

"I spent my own money on these fries, Sam." He sniffs, leaning away from her with a stifled huff of laughter as she swats at him. "So they are technically my fries. And also, Catwoman would be a poor thief if she wore a bell."

Sam grumbles at him, and takes a bite out of a handful of fries. "I'll venmo you money." She says past a mouthful of food, Danny would have been disgusted in the past, when he was still new. But he's gotten used to this... normality. So he makes no reaction to it. "How does three hundred bucks sound?"

Danny immediately frowns.

"Did you have a fight with your parents?" He asks, eyes glancing to the doors. Doors that are covered heavily by curtains and blurred heavily, decadent music passing through in muffled sounds. He shifts himself away from the light. "You only spend that much money when they've pissed you off."

Sam's chewing stops, and her annoyed expression falters into one Danny knows well -- hurt, furrowed brows, a small frown, disappointment -- and she turns her head away from him. She swallows. "Yeah." she says, quiet.

Oh.

Danny knows that tone too.

Guilt settles like a rock in his chest. He leans forward, "Was it about me again?" He wasn't blind to the disdain Sam's parents had for him, far from it. This wasn't the first time Sam had gotten into a fight with them over her friendship with him and Tucker. But especially him. He unsettled people, even after years of observing his age-mates and trying to mimic their behavior, and anyone who knew him in middle school knew it was an act.

Sam's silence gives him all the confirmation he needs, and the guilt heavies itself with the weight of the sky. Danny's never much cared about others' opinions of him -- he is (was?) an Al Ghul, they never heed to mind what the weight of a simpleton's thoughts.

But.. he cares a little a lot when it hurts his friends like this. He presses his lips together into a thin line, and forces the words out through his teeth. It sounds robotic. Al Ghul's do not apologize. "I... am sorry." But this one does. It doesn’t come easy.

Sam sighs through her nose, and turns to roll her eyes at him. "Don't apologize on their behalf when you won't even apologize for your own; their assholes." She says, and goes reaching for more fries.

It's a sign, a signal. A silent word for the conversation to move on, to change. A distraction. Danny grasps it with both hands, and makes an offended noise in the back of his throat. And like he has learned, puts a hand to his chest like a scandalized American southern lady. "I apologize! I apologize plenty."

She snorts. "Only when you think it matters." And pokes him in the ribs sharply with her fry. He withholds a wince and snatches it out of her hands. "You're about as unapologetic as they come, Danny J. Fenton. I've seen you look more sincere when you're trying to drive your sword between Vlad's ribs."

"Stabbing Masters is a very important task for me, Sam." Danny says in only partially faux-seriousness. Masters has yet to realize that Danny had no interest in becoming his son, but he had to (reluctantly) admire his persistence. "Of course I will apply myself to it as best as I can."

He grins triumphantly when Sam laughs, and she reaches over to shove him square in the chest. He barks out a laugh of his own as he grips onto the balcony railing and catches himself at an angle.

"Quit with your method actor talk," Sam retorts, grinning sharply while Danny twists himself back up elegantly. "I know you can talk like a normal person, I've literally seen you do it."

Danny sniffs, and snatches more fries from the carton as revenge. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean, Miss Sam." He says, grin-twisting when Sam rolls her eyes. "My speech has always been this way. This 'normal' you speak of, I do not know it."

She waves her hand dismissively at him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. But if you keep talking like that, I'm pushing you off the balcony."

"Such violence, Sam."

He gets a laugh again, full of disbelief without any of the annoyance. "I'm gonna be the one that stabs you, oh my god. Pot meet kettle." She looks at him again, smiling.

Danny smiles back, and with a flick of his wrist pulls out a kunai from his sleeve. It was one of the few weapons Mother was able to pass on to him whenever she made her scarce visits. He cherishes it well, along with anything else she was capable of giving him.

He holds the handle out to her, and watches her face shift from disbelief to shock, then back to disbelief. "Then you're gonna need a weapon to do that."

"Of course you have a pointy object on you." She mutters, and takes the kunai and puts it in her purse. Danny makes a pleased hum, it resonates low in his core, and drops his hand. "When do you not have a pointy object on you?"

As if to make her point, Danny's hands twist near his side, and he holds his palms up to her, revealing the shobo he had also hidden on him. He gives her a shit-eating grin. "Never." He lowers his hand, and pockets the small weapon once again.

Sam huffs, "Of course," she repeats, "thanks. I was gonna bring a knife but..."

Danny finishes the sentence for her, kicking his feet idly and knowingly. "The security at the door?" He'd seen them on his flight over the building. It wouldn't do much in the face of the Rogues, but at least they were good at keeping appearances and keeping out the smaller threats.

He rolls his eyes and turns his head away, looking up to the ugly, smog-covered skies. There was no bat signal in the air, and while that was a good thing, Danny almost wished there was. He wanted to see it. "I saw, and I would’ve called Father foolish if he hadn’t hired help. He attracts trouble almost as badly as I do."

"Maybe it's hereditary," Sam jokes, laughing under her breath. With her fries finished, she started on her veggie burger. "At least your dad isn't a vigilante like you are."

Danny smiles wryly. It felt nice to be able to talk more freely about this. That he didn't have to hide the fact that his father was Bruce Wayne, now that Sam knew it from her own accord. Maybe he could have conversations like these more often. Even if it was limited to Bruce Wayne only.

(Even if it felt a little terrifying to know that his father was so close by, close enough that Danny could reach out and touch him. To speak to him. But how would he explain that? And with an audience?)

(He’s wanted to see him since he was a kid, and he still does. It clings onto him like a cough that doesn’t go away after the cold already has, and while it has faded over the years, it clings. His mother’s words still ring in his ears however; it’s not safe. It’s not safe.)

(And isn’t that why he faked his death in the first place? So that his little brother would be safe? Why he gave up the heirship, his home, his Mother, Damian, and his chance to meet his Father? Going to see Father, even now, would be throwing that all away. He has to stay away.)

(Why is Damian with Father if staying with Father was unsafe?)

He just needed to tell Tucker. Danny wouldn’t keep him out of the loop, he was just as much as his friend as Sam was. His eyes draw towards the door, where the golden glow of lights was still pouring through, where music was playing loudly. "Yeah, fortunately."

They fall into a comfortable silence after that, and Danny finally cracks open his thermos. The pipe Technus impaled him with was covered in a goo that Danny didn’t recognize, but whatever it was, his injury was taking its time healing. The ectoplasm was speeding it up.

He isn’t sure what the difference between the ectoplasm that Drs. Fenton collected and Grandfather’s Lazarus pools is, but there’s a difference. He swirls the thermos slowly, watching as the ectoplasm inside twists into a small whirlpool sluggishly.

When left alone, it thickens into a consistency similar to egg whites, or perhaps a thick smoothie, but reverts back into a water-like substance when moved and swirled. It was strange; unexplainable. He can understand, to an extent, why the Drs. Fenton are so obsessed with studying it and the dimension it comes from.

Sam watches him idly as he brings the thermos to his lips and drinks from it. The effect is instantaneous, a sense of relief washing over Danny as if someone had put a soothing balm onto an injury. It buzzes down to his fingertips, and when he lowers the thermos, he licks his lips and watches the tips of his fingers burn green like frostbite.

“Your hair turned white again.” Sam comments, her hand reaching out and touching the hair on the nape of his neck. While it’s not the first time Sam’s touched his hair, it still makes him tense up with her hand so close to his throat. Instinct. dan

He ignores the urge to bat her hand away, humming thoughtfully. “I’ve noticed it does that.” He says, pulling down his bangs to see if they’ve also turned white. No, still black. He lets go. “Let me guess; my eyes are green too?” He lifts the thermos again and peers into the chrome casing.

Sam nods, “Yep, but it’s only the, uh.” She makes a circle around her eyes with her finger. “The iris part. Everything else is fine.”

Danny can see that. The faint reflection on the chrome casts back an intense green. He takes another sip. It chills the back of his teeth, and he can feel his canines warp and sharpen. He runs his tongue over them, and swallows.

Sam is still watching him, her fingers drumming against the balcony railing. “What’s it taste like?”

“Carbonated.” He says dryly, before taking a large swig. He couldn’t name a specific flavor if he tried, it changed every time he took a sip. The only thing that stayed consistent was that it tasted carbonated. And slightly sweet. When he pulls the thermos away, Danny twists his body towards her and offers it out, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Want to try?”

Her reaction is immediate. Sam’s nose scrunches up and her mouth twists into a smile, and she makes a huffing-laugh sound. “No, thank you.” She pushes it away lightly with her fingers, “I don’t know how to explain to my parents why my hair is white.”

Right. Danny pulls the thermos away and puts it down beside him, straining his eyes to see if the rest of his hair has changed colors. Even just his first sip would take half an hour to fade back to its normal black, and he was a halfa. He had no idea how long it’d take to fade on Sam, who was human.

There’s movement from the corner of his eye, and Danny snaps his head towards the source. There’s a figure, small, a boy, trying to hide behind one of the curtains at the door. His form just barely peeking out from the angle Danny was sitting at. He wouldn’t have seen him if the boy hadn’t moved.

His fingers curl tightly into the railing, and he breathes in sharp. Sam’s smile crumbles away and she turns to see what he’s looking at. “I should go.” He says, and reaches for his thermos. “There’s someone spying on us. Don’t say anything, just look at me.”

Sam’s expression warps, twists. Her eyes widen, her jaw starts to drop before fixing itself into place, and her shoulders curl up and tense. She forces it all to smooth over, and she leans casually against the railing. There’s a tick in her jaw. “I see.” Her voice comes through teeth. “Do you think they saw you?”

“I am not sure.” Danny says. He keeps an eye on the figure as he twists himself over and grabs the Nasty Burger bag and the container. He tries not to look like he’s rushing. He is. How long has that boy been there? How much did he see? Did he hear anything?

“Father, fortunately, has privacy films on the glass. Nobody should have seen me unless they’re specifically trying to peep through the door.” He says. The boy seems to realize that Danny was starting to leave. And, his heart beginning to sink, instead of leaving, moves to grab the door handle instead.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Danny’s breath catches in his throat, he’s hoping that isn’t who he think it is. But how else would he have not noticed an eavesdropper on their conversation unless it was someone who was capable of bypassing those skills? He told himself that he wouldn’t fool himself into thinking that his siblings’ had poor stealth. He got distracted.

Five years, five years. He refuses to let that go down the drain. He zips up the container and throws his legs over the other side of the railing, his back facing the door. He hears the doorknob click, and without a word to Sam, slips off down the side and down to the ground below.

Just in time. The once muffled music now sounds blaring as the door presumably is thrown open and the pull of invisibility washes over him like a second skin. He doesn't stay to see who it is.

#dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #first danny pov of the au! whoo!#danny's hair turns white if he drinks ectoplasm brrrrr and his eyes turn green. good for him #this sat in my drafts for the last few days until i finally finished it during class #it was a math class and i already knew the material so tis fiiiine. now i just need to finish my CFAU post rewrite :)#ectoplasm tastes like that time i went to go get pepsi from the soda machine and it was all out of the pepsi flavoring so instead i got a #cup full of carbonated liquid. it was disgusting. ectoplasm kinda tastes like that. sometimes.#danny smiles in this more than i thought he would but yk it fits. he IS more smiley around his friends and family.#ectoplasm is a weird non-newtonion fluid and danny is fascinated. its got the consistency of egg whites one minute and then water the next #its a water slime and then suddenly its as brittle as annealed glass. it heats up and rots like milk or it heats up and boils like water #it congeals. it thickens. it boils. it solidifies. it does whatever it wants. it gels and melts into a tar-like substance #how long has damian been standing there? good question. :) i almost had him open the door and make eye contact with damian before falling #backwards. i also almost had it be *bruce* and damian opening the door bc bruce found out that damian pulled a knife on sam and was gonna #have him come apologize. that would be a fun scene. prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact #imagery brrrr. had fun playing with how danny's ghost form works. if anyone has seen a video of steel wool burning thats how i imagine #danny's ghost transformation to be like.#also ayyy balancing danny's dialogue be like “how fancy should he sound and how Normal Teenager Should He Sound”#when sam gets home she catches tucker up to speed about everything including the convos with the waynes she had and they both form the #'“Fuck Them Waynes” squad. Sam has jumped to the entirely wrong conclusion about danny's separation from his family but in her defense.#it is a pretty sound conclusion to jump to considering the lack of context she has from danny's prior home life. which is almost none at al #so to her it looks like danny got abandoned by bruce wayne

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idkhowtomakethis · 3 months ago

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Now presenting:

The Ghosts of Amity Park

Part 1

Tucker and Sam stood in front of the Fenton's house, daring the other to finally knock on the door.

Two weeks had passed since the- incident.

Danny was rightfully upset, but Sam was starting to get impatient.

"It can't be that bad!" She exclaimed.

"For the record, I blame you," Tucker frowned.

"Me!? You're the one that started trying to dissect would could have been wrong with the damn thing!" Sam stomped her foot furiously.

"Yeah but you just HAD to see the lab and what knew stuff his parents were cooking up!" Tucker threw up one of his hands dramatically, "why can't you just boycott like a normal person!?"

"Ectoplasmic radiation is a fascinating energy source that has proven to be both environmentally friendly and efficient, it would be irresponsible for us as a society if we didn't explore all of its capabilities!" Sam snapped, "Its not just about big money and corporate greed!"

"What the hell are you two doing?" The distinct voice of their friend cut through Sam and Tucker's argument and they turned to him in shock.

To say Danny looked like hell was an understatement.

Neither Sam nor Tucker could remember the last time they'd seen Danny without his bracelets or his gloves or even one of his jackets.

It felt wrong, he looked blank. Just a plain white t-shirt Sam never knew he owned a regular pair of washed out blue jeans.

He looked hollow, cheeks slightly sunken, eyes heavy, lips chapped- it felt as though if they were to reach out he would shatter under their touch.

"Danny?" Sam asked, almost convinced it wasn't him.

She knew it had to be.

They were dull, but those ghastly blue eyes still pierced through her very being, making her feel raw and vulnerable.

"Yes?" His voice was hoarse, and Sam wondered if he actually was sick.

"Dude- you uh-"

"I know. I got forced out by Jazz. She's worried," Danny replied blandly.

Oh. He was pissed.

Sam could feel it. The air was legitimately colder as he just stared at them, as though they had insulted him simply with their presence.

"Dude," Tucker sighed, extending his hand out to their friend.

"...asshole."

Tucker nodded, going to retract his hand, but Danny stopped him, latching onto to it weakly. Something akin to relief seemed to wash over Danny as he held onto Tucker's hand.

"We need to talk."

Danny's room was in disarray. Sure, it usually was, but this was different.

It was genuinely unorganized, like he'd pulled everything out while trying to search for something and gave up on putting things back in their original place.

"Whats going on man?" Tucker's voice interrupted the somber silence that had settled over them.

"Its easier to show you...I guess," Danny muttered, pushing himself off of his dresser and moving to the center of the room.

"Something is wrong with me...I think that energy conduit is more than that...like- like a different place," Danny stumbled over his words in effort tit articulate himself, "it changed me."

"What do you mean it changed you?" Sam scrunched her nose in confusion.

Danny looked over at her, but the eyes that glared were not the same blue she had grown accustomed to.

Danny's gaze had become a bright, vicious green that literally glowed like some kind of algae, the ceiling light began to flicker, the air became ice against Sam's skin. Her eyes darted over to Tucker, his gaze rested outside, where even the streetlights were starting to pulse.

"Holy shit."

"You haven't seen the half of it," Danny remarked. Slowly his feet lifted from the floor, and he leaned back slightly, sitting on thin air.

Tucker choked on nothing, "What the fuck!?"

Yeah. That summed it up pretty well actually.

But Sam decided to throw in, "How the fuck," just to get everyone up to speed.

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Part 2

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #danny phantom rewrite #fanwork #danny phantom fanfiction #sorry for any mistakes #rough draft

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phantomphangphucker · 2 months ago

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Phic Phight - Better Relations

For: @darthfrodophantom and AKelaNakamura

Vlad is very good at plotting and carrying out said plots, that’s how he obtained his vast wealth. He knows how to handle surprises and hiccups, but the surprise of a new halfa is one he could have never expected and absolutely changes his plans.

Vlad stares for a moment at the crumbled boy, shock turning to wonder turning to… anger. Moving towards the unconscious boy, “what did they do to you, dear boy”; shaking his head and moving to pick the child up. Another like him… it was a wondrous thing, a horrid thing. Being the son of that buffoon Jack tells him that this must be that man’s fault. Certainly not dear Madeline’s, far too smart and caring to endanger her own son surely. It’s unlikely to be Daniel’s own fault, or at the least it wouldn’t be entirely Daniel’s fault; a child shouldn’t be messing around with portals after all.

However…

Eyeing the boy as he floats to the boys room, he feels skinny, he can feel mending bones and cuts hidden under the jumpsuit, his hairs a bit ratty. This is not the state of a well cared for boy, not at all. Tucking the boy into bed, perhaps… the revenge plot could wait. The boy pretty clearly did not want his fool of a ‘father’ destroyed or even harmed; for some godforsaken reason.

Transforming back back and landing on the ground, watching Danny seemingly fighting his blankets off of himself, “what happened!”.

Alright, time to put on a show of sorts. Vlad straightening himself up, hands behind his back, and walking forwards, “I was going to ask you the same question, young man”.

“I… must’ve been worn out from the long car trip, I- I’ll be okay in the mourning. I-I’m sorry for the scare”.

Oh the boy is so very nervous, clearly unused to having to hide himself and not a particular skilled liar. How has Madeline not figured out something was off about him yet? Jack it was rather obvious, fool that man was. Combine that with his physical state… Well if those two aren’t going to pay enough attention then Vlad most certainly will. Gladly. The Masters name needs an heir, a powerful one. “Oh what’s a little scare between friends, son? Hmmm? Sleep tight-”, oh surely a father figure should have a nickname for their child, yes indeed. “-Little badger”. Black hair, white hair. Black and white suit. It’s perfect.

The boy quirks an eyebrow at him, “uh, yeah”. Vlad doubts the child’s realized the reference, or jab perhaps, that Vlad was making. Oh well, he’ll learn to be more observant of subtleties in time.

Vlad nodding at the boy before turning to head out of the room, putting a hand on the door frame, “say, do your… parents teach you self defence”.

“Oh, uh, well, my mom yeah?”.

The boy still doesn’t get it. Oh they are very much going to have to work on that.

Vlad grinning, “that’s good, never know with how the world can be. Wouldn’t want you children getting hurt, now would we”, and fully leaves the room. Vlad, thanks to being a halfa, easily hearing the boy mutter, “a little late to not get hurt, ugh I think my arm might be broken a little”, and sighing heavily.

… It should not be that easy to break him. To harm a halfa. He tired much too quickly as well. Definitely not fully formed yet, then. Still very much a child ghost. Hmmm. Yes. Vlad can work with this.

First though… turning invisible he heads into young Jasmine’s room. Leaning his face down over hers. Frowning, she’s pale too, cheek bones too prominent as well, cheeks themselves lacking any youthful baby fat, whatever conditioner she’s using smells cheap. Straightening up and looking to the side table, her headband was well worn…

Neither of these children are well cared for. If Madeline had left Jack, and he for whatever forsaken reason got custody of them, then this would make sense. In fact, he’d applaud these two for still being alive even partially under Jack’s sole care. But surely Madeline would be assuring her children’s well being? Caring, attentive, passionate. She would notice, wouldn’t she?

If it was just Daniel, he could rationalize it as the boy simply adjusting physically to being a halfa and to very clearly picking fights with ghosts. However, Jasmine looks to be in only marginally better shape.

Wandering over to her suit case and poking through it intangibly, these are the clothing of a grown woman not a teenager. Jasmine did seem the type to think herself more mature than she truly was, and she was clearly intelligent. These clothes were certainly bought by her rather than Madeline or Jack. Her socks are even similar to his own, merely of cheaper quality.

Well. At the least it will take little effort to teach this one how to dress herself properly.

The girl brought school work with her, he can’t help but shake his head at that. Being passionate was good, oh so much like her mother, but breaks were a necessity just as much as hard work was. In fact, he always came up with his best ideas when relaxing. A copy of ‘surviving adolescence through therapy’… concerning. It looks incredibly well-read, with plenty of sticky-notes. Opening up to one and there’s scribbled notes about Daniel, about ‘making sure he turns out okay’.

…

Jack is a fool but surely he’s not that bad. That would just be truly impressively pathetic. Granted that man did somehow always manage to surprise him with just how inane he could be.

Then he finds the notebook. It’s not even subtle, labelled ‘evidence’ like it was daring to be paid attention too. Standing up and looking to Jasmine as he flips through it, Madeline specifically had them gargle ectoplasm? Daniel tried to bake himself into a pie and Jack simply thought it was funny? They took apart Daniel’s first telescope for a laser gun? Jasmine had to walk for an hour through snow because they forgot Daniel at a Christmas tree nursery in his baby carrier? Madeline actively cooked rancid ham for thanksgiving three times? Jasmine had to crawl out of her bedroom window when they set the kitchen on fire and left it to ‘burn itself out’? Jasmine beat up multiple rats to stop them from biting her or Daniel?

There are photos. Bruises, frostbite, broken bones, black eyes, moldy food, contraptions with live wires sitting on the couch, grime covered bathroom counters, spilled milk in the fridge growing mushrooms next to samples of ectoplasm, a toaster that looks like a death trap.

Vlad closing the book, putting a few fingers on his chin, and staring at the things cover. This… this wasn’t just Jack. Couldn’t possibly be. And with the way this notebook’s labeled, there’s no way either one of them don’t know about it’s existence. So if it was somehow just Jack, Madeline would know with all of this.

Sighing to himself and shaking his head, moving to put back the books, it would seem that Jack must have managed to ruin Madeline. How unfortunate. That certainly wouldn’t have happened if she had been his.

He had every intention of, at the very least, severely maiming and then framing Jack for a multitude for crimes; along with a firm dose of public humiliation. Enough to ruin him and claim Madeline for himself, the children a nice bonus.

That had very much been the plan.

However, it would seem that Madeline might very well be too far gone, past his ability to fix. The children, well children were impressionable. Workable. Moldable. Especially as Jasmine, smartly, holds some level of contempt for her parents; based off of those books. If he were to guess, Daniel seemingly liking them is partly due to young Jasmine shielding him from their actions.

Turning to leave, he has plans to make. Now he very much knew exactly what Skulker meant by having ‘found something interesting at FentonWorks’. If only that idiot had actually bothered to inform Vlad of what, exactly, he’d found. Surely the man didn’t think he’d be able to hide the existence of another halfa from him, especially one he’s very likely legally the godfather of. It’s truly baffling how Jack still seems to think they’re anything close to resembling ‘friends’.

Phasing down into his lab, “you three, find Skulker and bring him to me”.

“Iz thiz over thatz boy?”.

Vlad scowling a little, “of course it is, now scram”.

One of rolling their eyes at him, “gezz someonez crabby”. Vlad simply narrowing his eyes and charging up an ecto-blast in his hand is enough to get those vultures moving. Must it be so hard to find good minions?

Vlad nods slightly at the crowd, there’s enough people here he supposes; including multiple reporters. He’d still like to absolutely ruin Jack but he needs to gage Daniel first and foremost. Speaking of Daniel…

The boy is slumped at a table looking impressively bored actually. At least he bounces back acceptably, considering the beating he’d received. Though even he knows the lack of any signs of pain is not a good thing.

Vlad makes his beeline and puts a hand on Daniel’s back, trying for both comforting and amused, “well son, you’re looking much better. I was wondering if you could do me a huge favour”.

Daniel actually looks delighted to be given something, anything to do. Brightening up in such a way that it very firmly reminds Vlad that this is a child. “Oh! Sure, mister Masters, but call me Danny. ‘Son’s what my dad calls me”.

Ah not for long. Not for long. “Oh yes yes, of course”, smirking at the boy, which he also doesn’t notice or get concerned by, “now could you go to my lab-”. Even that doesn’t appear to concern him. “-second door on the right upstairs, there’s a present in there for your father, that… I’d like you to bring down. Haha”.

“Okay!”.

Vlad blinks after Daniel as he runs off with a pep in his step…. How dense was this child? Vlad even tried to sound evil just to set off the boys alarm bells, and nothing. No concern. Didn’t even question why Vlad didn’t want to get it himself, or why it was in a lab of all places, or why the present was specifically for Jack.

The ease with which he could be deceive is truly outstanding, a bit pathetic even. Not as pathetic as Jack bouncing up and down on the ‘dance floor’ shaking the ground, though. Oh how he loathes that man.

That lab accident might have cost him his youthful chance at Madeline, and unfortunately led her down an undesirable path, but it has seemingly given him a chance at two very interesting children. Vlad knows very well how to take advantage of what’s given to him, and how to throw away pointless endeavours.

Readjusting his tie and moving to leisurely follow behind Daniel, making a point to stay where Daniel could absolutely see him if he only looked.

…

Daniel never once looks. Vlad understands now how this child has nearly repeatedly killed himself. One of the first things Vlad is doing is teaching him how to read social and environmental queues, oh and basic self preservation.

“Hey, wait a minute. Oh no, no way”.

Ah looks like the boy has finally figured out something was wrong here, took him long enough.

“Those ghosts, they were two of the first ghosts I fought”.

Oh? Well Vlad supposes that’s yet another thing they have in common; they just keep piling up like it’s fate. Jack might’ve helped create this boy, but Vlad would take him as his own. He’ll collect his dues from that man, one way or another.

“And they’re not alone, pup”.

Vlad’s going to have to nip any sense of ownership Skulker might have in the butt. Child ghost or no, skilled hunter or no, there was nothing anyone could offer Daniel that Vlad couldn’t provide better. At least it sounds like Daniel beats Skulker around a little.

Vlad sticking his head in, invisible and intangible, watching Skulker throw a cube at Daniel… a very obvious trap that Daniel simply… doesn’t even try to avoid. Hmmm. Perhaps he was a masochist? That would be preferable over being this dumb and foolish.

“Hey I can’t phase out of this, it’s disrupting my powers!”. Ahh yes, very smart boy, tell everyone around that you’re in a weakened state and that the trap is working as it’s supposed to. Vlad face palms and rubs that hand down his face. This is ridiculous.

Vlad was about to shoot Skulker on the spot when the ghost grabs Daniel’s head and puts a blade to his throat, he has no interest allowing harm to be done to who’s going to be his boy. But Daniel… Daniel just laughs awkwardly and says, “heh, the glowing blade is new?”.

What… what is Vlad going to do with this boy? Vlad pulling his head back out, shaking it, and moving to walk in through door like a proper human being. “Enough! I didn’t free you to kill the boy, Skulker. Your work is done”.

Daniel… Daniel doesn’t even look appreciative of the save, exchanging a confused look with Skulker instead. Then… sticking out his tongue at the ghost when said ghost flies off through the ceiling. Vlad still stands by his choice to never ask about Skulker’s bizarre new interest in purple back gorillas though. Daniel looking at him, at Vlad, and quirking an eyebrow at him, “uh, I have no clue what’s going on here?”.

Yes, that was incredibly obvious. Daniel has the contextual awareness of a brick that’s been smashed with a hammer a few too many times. “Of course not, you’re what? Fourteen?! And related to that utter oaf of a man?!”, Vlad sighing, shaking his head and walking over. Staring down at the boy as the boy glares back up at him. “Boy, you know I went to college with your parents. You can see this lab. I very clearly work in ecto-ology. And you didn’t once think that maybe, perhaps, I have contacts?”, walking around Daniel, who’s not even trying to free himself, “I sent those ghosts, and others, to test your fathers skills. After my dear friend Skulker informed me of something interesting in their house”. Even that doesn’t make the child worried. What? Did he expect that ghosts, well known gossips, would simply keep his existence to themselves? “imagine my surprise when I find you, the second ghost hybrid his foolishness created”.

“Second?”.

Oh for the love of everything. Staring at him, “yes. The second one”. The boy just continues to look confused. He’s… he’s going to have to literally beat this child to teach him anything, isn’t he? Is he going to need to hirer a tutor? Because surely his grades must also be quite abysmal. Vlad levelling the child with an unamused look before transforming into Plasmius and gesturing up and down himself.

“YOU! I’m going ghost!… uh going ghost?”.

Vlad actually wants to strangle him a little now. They have literally already established that he can’t do that right now, that is literally the point of the trap that he is in. Vlad would have thought they were already past this point. There is absolutely no way Vlad can resist mocking him relentlessly, “you have a battle cry, hilarious”, patting the box Daniel’s in, “I, however, have this. And since you seem to be a wee bit dense, which I’m sure you get from Jack, and thus need everything explained explicitly to you otherwise you don’t get it. This a spectral energy neutralizer, meaning you can not ‘go ghost’ as you called it, or use any of your powers. You’re as human as the day you were born, boy”.

“Let me outta here!”.

Vlad drops his hands and just stares at the boy, “does that ever actually work for you? You get caught in something, you ask them to let you out nicely, and they what? Actually do it?”.

“Well, not exactly, no”.

“Then why would ask!”.

Daniel blinks at him then shrugs, “eh it’s worth a shot right?”.

“No!”, Vlad shaking his head and crossing his arms, stepping closer and bending over to have his face in Daniel’s. “you’re not very good at this, are you?”.

Daniel immediately headbutts him. Vlad jerking his head back, “seriously?!”, shaking his head, “look, son-”.

“Not your son”.

Vlad rolls his eyes, “Daniel-”.

“Danny”.

Vlad can’t resist swatting him one over the head this time, “shut up and listen, boy”.

“Hey!”.

Vlad shaking his head and staring down, “Daniel, just how long have you been stumbling through your adolescence trying to get control of those powers of yours?”.

Daniel… Daniel actually answers him honestly like a complete fool. “Like, half a year? Why?”, then furrowing his eyebrows, “hey no trying to distract me. What are you planning?!”.

“Boy I could probably distract you by simply pointing at a squirrel, I wouldn’t have to actually try to distract you at all”. Months! Mere months! Calling him a child ghost was practically an understatement! That means that the boy putting up an ounce of a fight is actually quite impressive and something he can work with quite well. He’ll be strong in time. Pinching the bridge of his nose, “look, Little Badger, I’ve had my powers for twenty years. I have experience, my child, and the capability and power that comes with that experience, you see. I could train you, teach you everything I know, boy”; and quirks his eyebrow expectantly at the child. Daniel doesn’t seem the type to use his powers for personal gain unfortunately.

“Dude, shit seriously? How’d that happen?”.

Is that really the boys response? Glaring, “I worked in a lab with your idiot father, how do you think?”, sighing, “also, you’re not supposed to ask a ghost the how of it, how have you not figured that out already?“.

“Oh shit, sorry man?”.

Vlad’s eye twitches, “you’re not supposed to say sorry to someone who has you locked in a box, Daniel!”.

“Well then let me out!”.

“No! We are having a conversation and I know if I do that, you’ll immediately try to punch me in the face, again”.

Daniel chuckles, “heh, yeah totally”.

Look, Vlad can appreciate the combative nature, it’ll serve the boy well amongst ghosts, but it is mildly annoying right now. “Exactly”, shaking his head, “with time I’m sure you’ll be far more capable than mere punches. Especially if you let me train you”.

“Why would I except that kind of a deal from someone who tried to beat the shit out of me earlier!?”.

Oh so he does have some survival sense. “I was hardly aware that you were a halfa earlier, boy. Nonetheless, likely my godson”, giving the child a very judgmental raised eyebrow, “further you, an unfamiliar ghost, broke into my home, as far as I was aware”.

Daniel blinks, “oh yeah, I guess it coulda been taken that way”, huffing, “not like I knew this was weird vampire ghost guys house”.

“It’s called having style, boy”.

“Whatever you say, old man”.

“At least I don’t walk around everywhere in a jumpsuit, even at a college reunion held in a fancy mansion, of all places”, Vlad shaking his head, “he didn’t even try to tie his tie up all the way”.

At least Daniel has the sense to be embarrassed by that, blushing, “okay yeah, that’s fair”.

“Yes. Yes it is”, crossing his arms and stick his nose up in the air, “and for your information, my clothing used to be a lab coat and rubber gloves”, smirking at the boy, “but it’s a little something called growing up. Which you have very clearly yet to do”.

“Hey!”, Daniel then blinking, “so shit wait my suits gonna change eventually then? Huh”.

“Most likely, yes. Glad you managed to actually pick one thing up without me having to explain it to you explicitly”. Daniel just sputters at him so Vlad shakes his head, leaning back against one of his lab tables, “I have been dropping hints since you woke up, you have managed to miss all of them”, gesturing at the boy, “I was walking behind you the entire way to this lab, you did not notice even once”.

Daniel blushing again, “okay so maybe, maybe, I should pay attention to my surroundings a bit more. But I’m always fine!”.

“Yes, until you are not. Like you were not when you picked a fight with me earlier”.

“I always do better the second time”.

Oh so him getting his butt kicked is a repeated problem? Well… at least he knows how to get back up again and win the second time. Vlad getting up and walking over, leaning down over him, “want to test that theory, Daniel?”.

Daniel blinks owlishly up at him, “uh, rain check?”.

“Smart boy”, straightening up, “now do you or don’t you, want to know how to actually use your powers and improve?”.

“… what’s the catch?”.

Ah finally learning to be suspicious of him, took long enough. Now Vlad would like to demand the boy renounces his fool of a father, but that was clearly going to get him nowhere. Insisting he abandoned Amity Park and his home there, to instead live with Vlad, was also unlikely to yield favourable results. Daniel’s ill-fitting suit and the state of the clothing in his suitcase, also leads him to believe that he doesn’t have much interest in monetary gains. Meanwhile, such monetary gains was Vlad’s entire reason for practising with his own abilities in the beginning. What little research Vlad’s had the time to do, leads him to believe that Daniel is attempting to be some sort of cartoon superhero for Amity Park and its apparent ghost problems. Incredibly childish. The boy likely viewed any training Vlad could provide as something that would be beneficial to his ability to get into fights with ghosts and protect that town. Which Vlad hardly cares an ounce about. Quirking an eyebrow at Daniel, “tell me, what do you think is my reasoning for even considering offering to train you?”.

“Because you’re bored and lonely? A crazed up fruitloop maybe?”.

Vlad stares for a bit before sighing, “at least you’re witty, I suppose. Your mouth must get you punched, a lot”.

Daniel actually smirks proudly at him, “yup!”.

“Regardless, no I am not ‘lonely’ or ‘crazed up’, you child”, shaking his head disbelievingly, “think really hard, have you ever even heard about another halfa? No? Because there aren’t any. Any research, any knowledge, on halfas, guess who has them? Me”, sighing, “but what I know is based off of myself only. No comparisons. Do you know if you’d survive being decapitated?”.

“No? Why would I get decapitated!”.

“You very nearly just were, Daniel”.

“Oh right”.

Vlad sighing again, “the answer is yes, for your information”.

“Huh. Neat I guess”.

“Oh for the love of-”, Vlad walking around a little, “are you not curious how similar we are? Do you not want to have some kind of idea how a halfa might grow and change? To learn exactly how your powers can be applied?”, shaking his head, “even if you decide to just use said powers to play hero”. Putting a hand to his chest, “if you really want a ‘reason’ from me, a ‘catch’ if you will, I want information”, gesturing at the lab around them, “I am a scientist, boy. And I actually have an interest in self preservation”, crossing his arms, “and an heir would be nice”.

Daniel glares at him, “I’m not your son”.

“Go ask your father, I can all but guarantee that I am legally your godfather. Not that the fool would have ever bothered to even attempt to tell me as such”.

“Oh yeah he did call you his best buddy”.

Vlad scowling, “we are not ‘buddies’”.

“I think I’ve figured that one out, dude. You kinda seem to hate him actually?”.

“Of course I do! That man all but killed me! And then couldn’t even be bothered to show up in the hospital for seven years!”. As far as Vlad is concerned, he has every right to completely hate Jack’s entire existence.

Vlad glares before flying up through the ceiling, grabbing a tiny photo album from one if his spare rooms, and phasing back down into the lab. Effectively smacking it, open, on the cube in front of Daniel’s face. Flipping through the hand full of photos that he had of himself while he was in the hospital. “Do you want to guess who took all of these photos? Not your parents, because they couldn’t be bothered to even show up once. No presents. No flowers. No get well soon balloons. No cards. Nothing”. His interest in Madeline is really the only reason he’s not too bothered by her not being there, he’s starting to rethink that stance.

Daniel winces, “oof that’s rough buddy”. Vlad wants to beat this child within an inch of his life. Daniel wincing again, “I mean? At least they didn’t try to bury you in their backyard?”, shrugging enough that his shoulders bang into the box, “Jazz’s the one who took me to the hospital when I crawled out”.

They did what?!? Vlad smacks him over the head again immediately, “fool! Why are you remotely defending Jack if he did something like that?!”.

Daniel sputtering and thrashing in the box a little, “hey! It wasn’t just dad!”. Vlad’s interest in Madeline might actually be dying a quick death. “And hospitals are expensive!”.

Vlad grumbling, “I’m well aware of that. And what? Do you think they couldn’t afford a hospital visit?! Their company is incredibly lucrative, boy”.

Daniel grumbling, “doesn’t seem like it”.

“Yeah it ‘doesn’t seem like it’ because they clearly don’t care about you nearly enough”.

“What! No? They do! They’re just forgetful and too work focussed!”.

Vlad sighing, he doubts he can actually convince the boy that’s not true in a single night and pushing it is just going to push the boy away from him. Sneering a little with feeling, “and I’m sure they must just have been too forgetful and ‘work focused’ to visit someone Jack hospitalized’, even though they didn’t even have a company at the time”. Shaking his head, “regardless, are you going to try and argue that they do care about and look after your ghost half? That they’re even capable of it?”. The heavy wince gives Vlad his answer right off the bat. After all, Vlad never told Madeline about himself with good reason. “Do you know the first thing about cores? Hmmm? What about ghost hunger? Hmmmm. Or ghost culture? Or what it means to be a child ghost? How all of that differs with halfas? You know nothing and there is no one who can teach you except me”.

Daniel blinks at him a little wide-eyed, “and… and there’s no one except me that you can see if things work the same way as or whatever?”.

“Precisely. You’re learning at least a little”.

“And you want an heir”.

Vlad nods immediately, “and I want an heir”, sticking his nose up in the air a little, “and to piss Jack off when you realize that I’m a far better father figure or mentor than he could ever be”.

“Yeah not gonna happen, fruitloop”.

“I’ll hardly even have to try”.

“No”.

“I’m already better it would seem”.

“Absolutely not!”.

Vlad smirks at the boy, he meant every word he’s said but he’s mostly just pestering the child right now. Eventually Daniel will come to agree with him. Daniel narrows his eyes at Vlad before snorting, “alright fine you, I’ll at least consider this mentor-y info sharing thing. Just stop being a jerk to my dad, asshole”.

Vlad huffing, “hmpf. Very well, child”. Checkmate, Jack. “But do not ever press me to forgive that fool for what he did to me”, nodding to himself, “now if I let you out are you going to try, and fail, at fighting me again? I can not emphasize enough how firmly you will not win”.

Daniel scowls at him before frowning, “was it really his fault? And not, like, kinda your own? And no, I guess I won’t”.

Vlad kicks the off button, collapsing the cube, making Daniel land on his butt. Crossing his arms down at the boy, “I was there. Yes I’m sure. He actively chose to turn on and explode a experimental proto-portal directly in my face”.

“Well why was your face in front of it?”.

“Because I was inspecting it, you fool”, sighing, “your mother actively told him not to turn it on. He ignored her”. Rolling his shoulders to push off the memory a bit. He’s healed, mentally, for the most part. But no ghost ever forgets their how.

Daniel wincing, “oh”. Vlad just glares back a bit violent before changing back human. Daniel blinking as he stands himself up, “why are your rings black”.

Vlad snarking a bit, “why are yours white?”.

“Pft- what. Uh there’s totally a reason! I just don’t know it”.

Vlad smirking, “so what you are saying, is that you would have never known that wasn’t the standard without having met me”. Daniel grumbling incoherently at him. Vlad rolling his eyes, “now, I suppose we both have been gone long enough. Fix your horrifically ill-fitting suit, who ever stuck you in that sad thing?”.

“Hey I’ve had this for years! To, you know, grow into”.

“Meaning your parents didn’t want to spend extra money on properly fitting clothing”.

“Don’t twist things!”.

Vlad shakes his head, he wasn’t twisting anything the boy just didn’t want to see that. Choosing to smile at him instead of commenting on that, “as we make our way back, care to enlighten me on your power set?”.

Daniel narrows his eyes, “you first”.

“Good call, at least you’re not totally a lost cause”. Daniel makes an impressively ugly face at him.

For now Vlad will tolerate simply being a source of information and comparison, and an eventual sparring partner. And sure, Daniel will be the one seeing the most improvement and gain the most amount of new information, but fighting another halfa would pose much more of a challenge eventually than any full ghost; who knows what in all Vlad can glean from comparing Daniel and his growth and his changes to Vlad’s own self and experiences. He is genuinely quite excited and eager for that.

Getting back into the party room just as Jack effectively dumps an entire glass of wine on a guy with a cheese hat when he cheers over the song change; Daniel looks absolutely mortified. Good. Jack will push Daniel away from him, and towards Vlad, all on his own. Jasmine inevitably following her brother in kind; it was more than obvious she cared for him immensely. He’ll have to cautious of her clear intellect of course though. And Madeline… Madeline he’ll have to interact with more to see if she remains worth his time and effort, which seems unlikely; currently he’s much more interested in Daniel.

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Vlad hums to himself in his home office, flipping through paper work. Seems his application for a mortgage loan got approved, of course it did, and of course the rates are so low he’ll be making money on it in the end. He’ll have a few ectopuses do all the moving for him, and then he’ll be nicely settle in his new Amity Park mansion. His application to run in the next mayoral election has also gone through. He’s never been so explicitly in politics, but he has no doubt he’ll fair splendidly. Besides, he’ll have to get involved, eventually, what with the very high chance of Daniel’s ‘ghostly activities’ drawing the governments attention sooner rather than later.

Vlad pausing -speak of the devil and he shall appear- folding his papers up and grinning at the air, “you’re getting better”. Honestly? The boy was still as sneaky as a sack of soggy slimy Brie.

“Hmpf. I was sure I was gonna get you that time”.

“You are years away from ‘getting me’, my boy”. At least the child hadn’t lost heart and stopped trying… yet. And Vlad can vouch for him being able to walk soundlessly to the fully human ear now.

Daniel fades back into the visible plane next to the doorway, arms crossed and pouting faintly, “I almost made it into the room”.

“Still a failing grade, I’m afraid”.

He sticks his tongue out at Vlad, “boo”, then walking over to flop in his little personal chair, “watcha doing?”. It’s barely been a week and Daniel already treats the place like he owns it; a home whether he wants to admit it or not.

Vlad quirking an eyebrow, “you’re not subtle”, leaning back in his chair, “what I’m doing is a simple, relocation, of sorts”. After all, what point is there in staying here, when his interests lie elsewhere?

Daniel blinking at him before sitting forwards and beaming, “oh shit your sorry ass is coming to Amity?”.

“Aw is someone getting tired of flying across states? It’s good exercise”.

“Hey you’re the one buying a whole ass new house just because of little ol’ me”.

“I’m rich, having multiple houses is practically a lifestyle requirement”.

“Yeah well you’re gonna be less rich now, especially since I took your credit card”.

“Correction, I let you have a credit card by letting you think you successfully stole one from me. That has a ten thousand dollar limit by the way. Not enough for me to even notice. A drop in the bucket, if you will”. Vlad’s fairly certain that Daniel didn’t used to be the type to steal someone’s credit card, but perhaps he rationalized it as okay due to Vlad’s immense wealth. Vlad wasn’t about to point out that the law absolutely would not care about that kind of rationalizing. Someday he’ll get the child to rob a bank or two, he’s sure of it.

“Yeah- well-”, Daniel huffing, “well the first thing I bought with it was chicken nuggies, so there”.

“Your peasant tastes never cease to amaze, Daniel”. Vlad actually is a bit annoyed though, the least he could do was get a risotto.

Daniel smirks at him before rubbing his neck and glancing around awkwardly, “anyway, Jazz was wondering… if, like, you had any good texts, or whatever, on ghost envy?”.

Vlad absolutely smirks to himself, it was surprisingly easy to win young Jasmine over. Provide access to knowledge and acknowledge that her parents were bad parents. Oddly the opposite of Daniel. “Oh but of course, let me guess, she’s attempting to write another thesis on your parents hyper fixations on ghosts and their powers?”.

Danny groaning and leaning sideways over the chairs armrest, “ugh yes! How can they even be envious of something they hate! That doesn’t make sense and she’s wasting her time”.

Vlad humming, “fairly easily actually. Humans are well known for trying to destroy things that appear stronger or better off than them. Ghosts are much more submissive to might”.

Danny snorting, “oh I don’t know about that. Boxy showed up fifty-two times on Tuesday!”.

“Beat him up harder then”.

“What no! I’ll probably end him if I do that!”.

Vlad hardly sees the issue with that, though he supposes that an ended ghost is one less ghost that could prove useful in the future. Further, Daniel very clearly liked to fight, he wants ghosts to fight him; as much as he complains about it. Vlad’s a bit surprised that the child still wants to fight him, regardless of never winning; but he’s more surprised to find himself genuinely enjoying it himself. Daniel was also almost a disturbingly fast learner. Vlad chuckling, “sounds like you’re the submissive one then”.

Daniel actually puts a hand to his chest in offence and falls to the floor, “how dare!”. This is the other thing about Daniel he’s learned, the boy has an absurd sense of humour… one that is almost unfortunately rubbing off on him he’s afraid.

Vlad shaking his head down at him, hitting the button under his desk to turn on the halfa-level ghost shields before getting up, straightening his suit jacket, “now, I believe you have a poetry analysis paper due, yes? How far have you gotten on that”.

“Uhhhh”.

Nowhere. The answer was clearly nowhere. That certainly won’t due. “Well come on then, I suppose. First school work, then we’ll have our little spar and biology lesson”.

“Hey wait a minute, how did you even know about that! Did you steal my school syllabus?!?”.

Vlad smirks at him, “it’s called utilizing all your resources, you should try it”.

Daniel sticks his tongue out before phasing down through the floor, just as Vlad knew he’d do. Daniel was far more willing to put in effort to avoid work than to actually do it… unless that work involved fighting or space at least. Not that Vlad was much different when it came to work he didn’t care for himself. Vlad’s smirk only growing when Daniel’s head pops back up through the floor, “I hate you”.

“Yes I’m sure you do”.

Daniel pouting more as he reluctantly trudges after Vlad down to the main study, fiddling with his phone all the while; never even noticing Vlad creating and sending off a duplicate to grab one of the copies he’s made of Daniel’s school work. Let it be known, when Vlad decides to commit to something, he does it. Vlad eyeing him as he sits down and grumbles incoherently, slamming his face into his work when Vlad’s duplicate plops it down in front of him. “This is creepy”.

“We’re ghosts. Creepy comes with the territory. Do your school work instead of trying to distract with banter”.

Daniel huffs but does as he’s told, Vlad can appreciate the… eventual obedience.

…

At least Daniel is actually quite intelligent, regardless of his obliviousness and dense behaviour. Meaning that he gets done relatively quickly, Vlad’s sure that without his nagging the boy would have started utterly failing most, if not all, of his classes. As it was, he had been. To some degree Vlad can understand it, Daniel was much busier now and had gone through an impressively massive physical and psychological change. Further, that little astronaut dream of his was effectively impossible now; due to his abnormal physiology. Oh as if Vlad wasn’t fully able to simply build a spaceship of his own to appease the brat; he was already finishing up touches on a hologram ai satellite, as it was.

Daniel huffing and shoving the paper at Vlad, “happy? You jerk”.

Vlad makes a point to beam smugly at him, very smugly, “that’s a good boy”. Vlad phases Daniel through the floor the second he can see the kid tense up to swing at him, Daniel yelping as he falls. “You’ll have to be quicker than that”.

“HOW DID YOU EVEN DO THAT!?!” .

Vlad chuckling to himself before phasing himself down as well, speaking as he lands gracefully on the ground, “this place is coated in my latent ecto-energy, my boy. It is a simple thing to extend my powers into and through that to affect anything in contact with it”.

Daniel blinks at him, “so if I, say, forgot a ghost axe on my floor and my mom barged in, I could just phase through the floor from my chair instead of having to awkwardly get up and try to kick it inside of a wall without her noticing?”.

Vlad has only known Daniel for a week and already he’s given up on asking how, when, where, and why Daniel acquires random weapons or other general oddities. Unless it had Jack’s face on it, then it was obvious. “You’ll likely need to give it a few more months, since you’re still so new and still stabilizing”.

Daniel actually huffs at him for that before standing himself up and eyeing his phone, “Jazz says she’s glad that ‘someone responsible and with sense’ will surely ‘have rooms available’”.

Oh look at dear Jasmine doing the leg work for him! He’s loving her more and more every day. Grinning, very pleased with himself, “well, you can tell her both of you are more than welcome to ‘hang out’ as you say, however much and whenever you like”.

Daniel narrows his eyes, “I still don’t really trust you farther than I can throw you”.

“I weigh less than forty pounds and you can pick up a tank, I assure you that you could throw me incredibly far if I let you”.

Daniel throws his hands up in the air exasperatedly and growls; he’s been making far far more inhuman sounds, whether he makes them purely around Vlad or not he’s still unsure. Vlad likes to believe that Daniel feels more comfortable being less human around Vlad compared to everyone else. And this time Vlad absolutely allows the child to land a punch him on to start off their little ‘sparring’ bout. The ecto-energy behind the hit already feels much stronger and more focused than it had before; his little badger was going to be quite the force to be reckoned with in time.

Vlad ecto-blasting him into a wall. By the time Madeline and Jack get their heads on straight both of them will be so very far out of either of their reach.

End.

Prompts: Vlad has a choice: continue with his plans to get revenge on Jack and take Jack's family in the process, or do his best to be a mentor to Danny, and maybe give both of the Fenton children somewhere safe. An identity reveal is great. The emotional impact of an identity reveal is even better. A week after his powers are revealed to someone, how have things changed for Danny and how has it impacted their interactions?

#danny phantom #phandom #danny fenton #phic phight #phantomphangphucker #have a fic suck my dick #my writing #fanfic #vlad #episode rewrite #bitter reunion s #gothmoth #badger cereal

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lilianade-comics · 2 months ago

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Highlights from my AU's version of Eye For An Eye

#danny phantom #comics #cheese melt #danny fenton #dani phantom #danielle phantom #vlad plasmius #season 3 rewrite au

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geekgirles · 5 months ago

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You know, if Danny Phantom ever got rewritten/rebooted and they wanted to include his iconic DP and circumvent the whole "let's recreate the portal accident just to give our hero a cool logo" thing, all they really need to do is have Jack and Maddie—the "name everything after ourselves" enthusiasts that they are—design each member of the family's jumpsuits with their initials. In fact, to prevent the fact that no one can tell both Dannys are connected no matter how obvious it is from becoming even more ridiculous, just like the accident altered his appearance, it could also alter the initials on Danny's suit. Maybe, they go from a simple DF, to the classic ghost-like DP we all know and love. You know, just a simple idea to include his logo without overcomplicating things or wasting budget money.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #memory blank #danny phantom rewrite #danny phantom reboot #character design #nickelodeon #nick #Nicktoons #2000s cartoon

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ghostwritergirl · 1 month ago

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Frightmare and MY take on it

(@geekgirles and I were chatting about this, but thought I’d go more in-depth)

If I had to choose ANY episode to rewrite from Danny Phantom s3 (aside from Urban Jungle, but that’s a whole other post) it would be Frightmare. In a HEARTBEAT. Just because of the SHEER POTENTIAL that a dream ghost and dream horror has, and the character growth we could have gotten!

When I watched Frightmare for the first time, I loved it. I thought it was a good and solid episode, especially for s3. But after watching shows like She-Ra And The Princesses Of Power, Gravity Falls, The Owl House and DuckTales 2017 (iykyk the episodes I’m talking about for all those shows) where they did similar dream/false reality plots like Frightmare… I now see how much potential was WASTED with Frightmare. And here is MY take on Frightmare/how it should have gone.

First off, it would be a special. Honestly, this and Undergrowth’s episodes deserved to be specials (Vortex… not so much). It would still start how it did in canon, in Danny’s POV and a regular day for him, but it would just be a little… off. Maybe his parents are more attentive and less biased to ghosts, maybe Jazz is a little less overbearing, but nothing too major to really raise Danny’s suspicions and he’d just brush it off (maybe he’d see a change in his parents’ attitude to ghosts and Phantom as a sign they might accept him when he tells them and it isn’t taken out of his hands), and he goes to school and meets up with Tucker. They go through the school day like normal, but there are little things that are just not right—the clock is a little too loud, the time is a little bit blurred, his classmates are a little bit too nice to him and his teachers a little bit too forgiving, his grades are a little bit better, Tucker’s a little more flat—but again, all things Danny can brush off. Except, not quite because Danny sees things that almost trigger his ghost sense but not quite—a green shape darting out of a view, a starry silhouette that’s gone when he looks back, the feeling of red eyes watching him and a whisper in the back of his mind, a voice talking to him, a figure out of the corner of his eye that disappears when he turns to it. Just all those little things that just build up and raise his suspicions, but it’s all fine, everything’s fine, right?

Then the moment in the cafeteria happens, just like in canon—Dash is nice to him and Tucker, everyone treats Danny better, he’s well-liked and accepted for who he is, and when Fright Knight attacks, everyone cheers for Danny and accepts he has powers and is half-ghost, which is definitely something Danny has always wanted underneath the teenage desire of popularity to be accepted and seen for who he is, and he fights Fright Knight—except at the end he notices the green shapes again, that starry form and disappearing figure and the feeling he’s being watched increases, that something not right pinging in the back of his head. But he ignores it and heads back to school, transforming back and learning Sam is his girlfriend (which is the one thing that didn’t ping as wrong, that Sam being his girlfriend just feels right to Danny) and they go to kiss… until Danny notices something in the hallway.

He decides to investigate despite his friends waving him off as nothing being wrong, following his gut and that something isn’t right… and he sees a version of himself, telling him to wake up, that this is all a dream and Amity Park is in danger. Sam and Tucker arrive and tell Danny that Danny is a fake and trying to trick him but the other Danny insists he’s a part of Danny’s consciousness not under the dream and fighting to wake up, that he needs to wake up, but his friends insist that he’s lying, that everything is perfect, that Amity Park doesn’t need him. And that is what fully tips Danny off, as his friends know that he would never abandon Amity Park to an unknown danger if he could help it, even if it is a trick, as little things add up about Tucker and Sam’s behaviour… including how they nearly kissed in front of everyone, when Sam isn’t comfortable with such public displays. Now realising that something is definitely wrong, Danny demands what’s going on… and that’s when things get horrific >:)

Nocturne, using “Sam” and “Tucker”, controls them as the surroundings blur and twist, the other students becoming faceless shadows, colours darkening and shadows sharpening, as Nocturne tells Danny he hoped he wouldn’t wake up, that while he was impressed he thought that Danny wouldn’t be fighting as much, as Danny remembers what happened before—everyone slowly falling asleep, him trying to stay awake, facing against Nocturne… and then the “perfect” day that is actually a dream turned nightmare as Nocturne, seeing that, introduces himself and announces his intentions. Danny transforms to fight Nocturne but he summons Sleepwalkers and uses Tucker and Sam to fight against Danny, and he fights against the Sleepwalkers, unable to fight Sam and Tucker even if it’s not them as Nocturne taunts him about wanting acceptance and love from his peers and his family and friends, musing about his fears as Danny fights before the dream twists and becomes a nightmare—a nightmare of Danny having to watch his family and Sam and Tucker die and be unable to save them over and over in horrific ways as they scream for him, a nightmare of his hometown being destroyed whether it’s by Pariah Dark or Undergrowth or another, stronger ghost or the ghost he always feared as it shifts into Danny’s worst fear, his worst nightmare.

Dan.

Dan shows up, but not the real Dan—rather, the manifestation of every single one of Danny’s fears, of him not being good enough, of him being exactly what he always feared he’d become and that his parents were right all along about ghosts, that Vlad was right about them being alike, that he hadn’t changed his future, that he was a monster. As he and “Dan” fight, Nocturne still taunting him, as it reaches a point where Danny might fail, he gains the strength to fight back, to show how much he’s grown, that while he’s always had this fear and always wants acceptance from his parents, he knows who and what he is, has accepted himself, that he will never become Dan or anything like him, that he isn’t a monster, that he is and always will be himself, be half-ghost and half-human, be a hero, be Danny Fenton and Phantom, and that he will wake up and defeat Nocturne, because he will never, ever give up fighting or protecting his hometown and the people he loves, no matter what.

At that, he defeats Dan (with a Wail, his ice or even a punch), and with Dan’s—and Nocturne’s—defeat, Danny wakes up. And that ends the first half of the special.

The second half is Danny returning back to Amity Park, evading Nocturne and his army of drones as they search for Danny, now wide awake, and waking up Tucker, Sam and Jazz. In each of their dreams, their “perfect” dreams turn into nightmares, where they face against their respective fears, insecurities and demons (Tucker’s jealously and selfishness in the form of his ghost half that also has elements of his king self, Sam’s guilt and judgmental/hypocritical nature in the form of her plant self, Jazz’s self-blame and pushiness in the form of her own critical self that blames her for not being there for Danny and not saving him from the Portal and trying to compensate by pushing her way into ghost fighting when it was too little too late) and triumph over them, showing their character growth and development before they all break out and confront Nocturne. Tucker and Jazz still handle destroying the machine in the living realm while Sam and Danny still overshadow Nocturne (they also still have that iconic and sweet “Can you make room for me?” moment) and fight him in his dream, where he tries to overwhelm them and use their fears and demons against them, but they all fight it together in the real and dream realms, before Tucker destroys the machine and Danny and Sam take down their demons and Nocturne together before being expelled and capturing Nocturne for real in the Thermos as everyone wakes up. The episode ends with a mix of canon ending and Team Phantom reflecting on their growth and facing their fears, and Danny and Sam denying the part of their dreams where they were together, and being adorkable blushy messes as the special ends, hinting that they know that the other’s feelings for each other is mutual.

Idk what anyone else’s thoughts would be on Frightmare or a rewrite of it, but that’s personally how I would rewrite it and would like to see it go down if we get a DP revival! Thanks for coming to TED talk and enjoying my ramble!

#danny phantom #dp #dp fandom #frightmare #nocturne #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #dan phantom #rewrite #episode rewrite #give me Frightmare to rewrite for a reboot I’d give it the dream horror and showcase of character growth it deserved

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voidofthevoidmv · 4 months ago

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I was looking through some of my old unfinished fanfics- And discovered this one from my old Danny Phantom hyperfixation.

I kinda just pasted the whole thing that I managed here- It’s basically if Jazz got ghost powers instead of Danny, but like- Different I guess?

Enjoy.

PLAZMA-JAZZ

Jazz (Pov)

Jazz had stayed home the day that Danny and his pals decided it would be a grand idea to make their way down to her parents lab. Sure, any other day she would've gone over to the library to study up on schoolwork at this particular plan- In fact, that had been what she would have done that day had no complications come up. However, it was late afternoon, and with her car mysteriously broken down under unknown circumstances, Jazz really didn't feel like walking.

She didn't know why, but she had this deep impending feeling that staying home was her best bet that day.

Of course, she knew better than to listen to unreasonable urges of fear for no obvious reason, but Jazz had a peculiarly long day, and she may as well catch up on some school work from the safety and sanctity of her own home.

The safety and sanctity that of which it should have stayed.

She had initially been focusing on the next 2 weeks of homework she had- When she heard the familiar sounds of her brother and his friends, chatting by the stairs and with hushed voices.

Jazz didn't know why she intervened, but she would never regret it.

“Danny- There is no way you're going in the labs unsupervised- Let alone without permission- That's practically rule number one and two on Mom’s list of laboratory safety!”

She remembered saying this to Danny, who was halfway down the cement stairs to the basement, and both he and his friends were clearly not amused with her attempts to keep them safe.

“Jazz, you need to relax-” He had said, rolling his eyes. “It's not like anything actually works down there.”

“Well… That is true…” Jazz paused before shaking her head and cementing her decision. It was her job as an older sister to make sure her younger brother didn't get hurt when he inevitably did something foolish and childlike. She was like his secondary parents. Sort of. In a way.

“Fine. Ok.” She relented, only for a moment, but only because she knew that Danny was far more reckless nowadays, and disobeying her was practically inevitable. No matter how hard she tried, she was most certainly NOT his parent. Besides, all she wanted was for him to be ok. She could make sure of that.

“-I know I can't stop you guys-”

Danny and his friends visibly brightened at the thought of her giving up and going away, but she would not falter. She may be a tad bit lenient, but not too much so that she was simply going to let the three 14 year olds go inside a dangerous laboratory with no regards for anything beyond them.

“But, I'm going with you guys. There's NO WAY I'm letting you mess around in mom and dads lab without proper supervision.”

Jazz had tried to ignore the whispers between her brother's friends- Words like ‘Buzzkill’ and ‘stick in the mud’ passing between them, but Jazz let it phase through her without a second thought.

She would take being a stick in the mud any day over the guilt of letting her brother get hurt.

And so, despite being not exactly how she wished to spend the rest of the evening, Jazz shrugged on her own protective bodysuit, modeled slightly after her mothers seeing that she was a growing young lady and her body was maturing. (Although she didn't forget to peel off the weird velcro sticker of her fathers face-) Despite the extreme doubt anything bad would happen, she decided on wearing the suit anyways, the 3rd most important rule of lab safety, protection just in case- She even went as far as to tie her long reddish orange hair back into a loose low ponytail.

After all, no loose hair in a lab either. She learned that lesson when she was 5 years old and dipped her hair in places it didn't belong. Irrelevant now though-

All in all, that is how she ended up being somewhat like a shadow in the background, watching the 3 14 year olds carefully as they dropped the wariness of Jazz being near and simply pretended she wasn't even there. Goofing off as normal kids do. It only made Jazz a tad bit jealous. She remembered being only slightly bitter watching them act so carefree. But she had also been glad for them. She was glad that they were enjoying being children, being little kids a little while longer-

-SAFELY of course, Jazz had thought, remembering the sharp look she gave the so-called defective inactive fenton portal.

In a household full of insanity and craziness, Jazz had to grow up fast. Somebody had to be the voice of reason after all.

But of course, even the most reasonable of people make mistakes, and at some point during the short lab tour, Jazz made her first error.

She had decided to take her eyes off of the 3 teens for a split second decision to multitask on some digital assignments, going as far as to utilize the Fenton family computer that just so happened to be located on her parents' nearby workbench.

It was a mistake for her to draw her attention away from the 3 foolish teenagers. Putting blind trust in a trio of freshmans is never the right way to go- And Jazz remembers the dropping feeling in the pit of her chest as she drew herself away from the computer at the sound of shuffling fabric and velcro peeling off of fabric.

“WHAT in the WORLD do you think you're doing!?!?” She had exclaimed, eyes blown wide with complete shock at the thought of what her brother had planned to do- Investigating the portal?! It was still experimental, the entire idea was foolish, to an extreme. She really thought her dear brother was brighter than this.

Even so, the raven headed boy only rolled his eyes at her with a small scoff, likely expecting her reaction to a point and shrugging, his own black accented and white base colored bodysuit moving as if it were a second skin as he blew her panicked words away.

“It's not like it works, Jazz, remember? So what's the harm in exploring?”

“Danny- While it may not have done what Mom and Dad intended for it, it's still super EXPERIMENTAL- You could get seriously hurt! Honestly Danny, you should know BETTER than to act like this!”

Jazz recalls how Danny bristled at this, squaring his shoulders as his baby blue eyes narrowed and he planted his feet firmly to the ground. Scowling, he retorted back with his hands raised with infuriation.

“To act like what-? An IDIOT? Newsflash Jazz, not EVERYONE is as smart as you.”

Taking a step closer to her younger brother- Unknowingly urging the younger boy to take a step back towards the portal- Jazz tried to mediate the conversation, but getting harder with how distanced her brother was getting.

“Danny! That is NOT what I'm saying. You are smart Danny! But there is a difference between being stupid and acting stupid- And listen to me when I say that going into that portal is a stupid idea!”

She tried not to yell, really she did. But you can't change memories- And Danny only seemed to be getting more irate by the second, eyebrows scrunching as he scowled, taking a few more steps back towards the portal. It was then, she recalled, something flashed in his eyes. An idea. Jazz had doubted it was anything good.

“You'll see Jazz- You have nothing to worry about!”

Luckily for Jazz, her reflexes from years of dodging ecto-contaminated dinners coming in handy for in a split second- Danny shoved her away and made a run for the portal, a big spiteful grin on his face while he did so. But Jazz was faster by just enough, arms darting forth to grasp her brother’s arm in a vice grip, and her teal eyes blazing now.

She had a long day, and all of it- The car breaking down, the pressure of school, and the STUPID sinking feeling in her gut- It all came crashing down. Jazz was irritated now, equally so, and with this in mind, she sunk back down to a lower level. She couldn't help but yell, tugging her brother's arm back towards her, while he held his ground.

(Perhaps, had she been paying more attention outside of her brother, she would have noticed how both Sam and Tucker, Danny’s friends, seemed to shake their heads in disappointment with how the evening was progressing. Sam, being particularly disappointed, and Tucker showing mild interest in how the interaction would end. Jazz doubted, had she been paying attention at the time, she would have cared.)

“Your acting immature!”

“And you're acting like a helicopter parent on STEROIDS! Let go of me!”

Tugging on his rubber gloved covered arm with her own suited limbs, she pulled back on him away from the device with a shake of the head, her red hair- Tied back into a low ponytail because having loose hair in a lab was also a no no- Hair flipping back and forth as she struggled to pull the younger boy away.

“No! You're endangering yourself and everyone else here- Stop fighting and get away from the portal!”

“Make me Jazz- What are you going to do? Lecture me away from it!?”

At this point, looking back, Jazz knew that the whole thing had escalated to a tipping point, into a terrible sibling spat. It's been a while since they have had one this bad… She knew that at this point, she should have regained her bearings and taken the role of the respective older person in the room, de-escalating the situation, as she should have a while ago…

But she had not been in the right mindset that day. She had been reduced to the same childlike level as her brother, and her demeanor was out of control. Everything, all the pressures and annoyance had crashed down on her, leaving her cool and collected mindset behind- Making her sensitive and vulnerable to sibling attacks. Danny knew just what buttons to press. But she didn't care about this at the time.

From her perspective, Danny never really wanted to go inside the portal- It likely had been one of her friends' ideas- And NOW, because she insisted otherwise, he wanted to go inside the portal just to hurt her. It wasn't fair, and she will admit that it made her mad. Her emotions were running high, and both Sam and Tucker were long forgotten.

All that mattered to her was to get back at her little brother and make him SEE-

So, when Danny shoved her- She shoved back.

“Danny- Listen to me-”

“Why do you always have to be in my business Jazz?! Don't you have better things to do- Like studying for the ‘I'M A TOTAL STUCK UP’ test?!”

“Argh! I'm in your business because I CARE for you!” Sniffing slightly, Jazz tried to swing Danny around so that he would be on the side closest to the door, but her efforts remained futile as he wrestled her back- (Unknowingly, the two of them only grew closer and closer to the gaping maw of the deactivated portal itself. She never should've let them down there. That portal was d a n g e r o u s…)

“And I am NOT a STUCK UP!”

“Are…” Danny paused to shove Jazz again- Face screwed in annoyance and exhaustion. “TOO!” He finished his sentence with a loud shout and another shove, but Jazz was ready this time, taking the opportunity to tackle him under the arms, but while this move had succeeded, her efforts to drag him away from the portal were still futile. Kicking and elbowing, Danny weaseled his way out of her grip with a fierce scowl, somehow the duo making their way inches from the lip up to the portal.

Funny thing about Fentons- They never backed down and were stubborn as bulls. Neither party would go down without a fight, as silly as it was for Jazz to admit. She really had been acting foolish- The world likely punished her accordingly…

Gripping her brothers wrists tightly, she began to walk forward with Danny walking backwards, both too busy in their squabble to notice how they stepped up onto the ledge leading to the portal and where making their way inside the dark abyss of the machinery itself.

She should've noticed sooner.

“Danny! Just! Stop it!”

“No you stop it Jazz! You're embarrassing me in front of my friends!!!”

“You’re IMPOSSIBLE Danny!”

(Meanwhile, Sam and Tucker slowly begin to approach the portal where the two siblings continue to fight, Tucker audibly wishing he had brought popcorn and Sam punching him in the shoulder in response. Sam wonders vaguely if they should step in before things go sour. If only she stepped in sooner-)

At this point, both Jazz and Danny seemed to devolve into dirty tactics, with Danny kicking at her knees and Jazz pushing him harshly out of the way in hopes of swinging him out of the portal. Pretty much atomic at this point, Danny was reaching a blowing point, and the opposite for Jazz, who finally was beginning to come to her senses.

They were in the portals deactivated gaping maw- She had to get them out. The machinery was dark and cold, she had to-

Danny shoved her abruptly once again, further into the portal but close enough to the edge that they could just as easily get out- They wrestled while standing a little longer, white and black meeting blue and black, and baby blue meeting cyan.

Danny reached the tipping point, and Jazz practically could see his brain blow up from behind young, irrational eyes.

“ARGH!!! JAZZ- SOMETIMES I THINK I JUST HATE YOU!!!”

“...”

…Danny’s eyes widened exponentially as he managed to weasel an arm out of Jazz’s now limp grip, and placed a hand on his mouth as if to reverse the words that came out of it.

The world felt frozen for a second. In the background, both Sam and Tucker’s mouths agape with shock, eyes darting between their friend and his sister as if debating their own reactions.

… Jazz couldn't breathe. Once again- Emotions clouded her judgment, hand hovering over her slightly agape mouth as her eyes began to water slightly.

“You. You…”

She knew he didn't mean it. He couldn't. But how dare she let this escalate to the point where he felt the urge to say such a thing. Danny didn't take it back either. He only stood there, frozen just as she had been as they both took steps back away from each other. The white and black jumpsuit wearing 14 year old seemed to wilt under her gaze, cyan eyes which had begun to soften at the sight of him.

“I-”

His voice died in his throat and Jazz straightened up to take another step back- To create more distance between them, the silence in the air thick enough to qualify as the fenton family fudge-

But the funny thing about the portal was that it was particularly narrow for all rights and purposes… Nowhere really to back up into except-

“Oh… I'm so sorry Dan- DANNY!!!”

Jazz hadn't thought. Hand clicking a button from behind her, she heard the faint beginnings of a whir sound, signaling the portal being turned on. Danny, Danny looked terrified- A spark of green illuminating his pale face as the color drained from the both of them.

Jazz had not thought.

She moved before she could even process what she had been doing.

She couldn't let her brother get hurt.

Not on her watch.

No.

She was his big sister.

Practically his parent.

And parents had a duty to keep.

“JAZZ!!!”

She put her everything into the push- Shoving the younger boy out of the portal so hard, he practically tumbled into both Sam and Tucker as if they were pins in a bowling alley. Jazz would've been close behind, but somehow in all the scuffle, her foot got tangled in a pile of wires.

Danny tried to get to her, but Tucker and Sam held him back.

The portal hissed now with beginning power- And Jazz got that feeling. That sinking feeling. The same one she had felt when she woke up that morning. That same one she felt the rest of the day. A single split second slowed into hours as she attempted to free her foot from her tangled up bindings, furthermore tripping in the process.

She. Was. Stuck.

She had so much left to live for.

Who was going to drive Danny to school in the mornings?

Who would be the one to make second dinners when the food prepared by her parents inevitably came alive and attempted to murder them?

Who would be the one to tell Danny that he should work on his homework?

Who was going to be the one keeping this family from falling apart?

Who?

That didn't matter.

It would be fine. It had to be.

The portal isn't working- Remember? Logically it wasn't going to- It couldn't-

In those few seconds, Jazz could see Danny and his two other friends, standing just outside the portal with faces pale and reflecting an eerie green glow as the portal sparked a tad bit more- Jazz only let out a breath, hot and smoky somehow as she extended her arm out in a final attempt to escape.

In a split second, fire entered her veins-

Then everything turned green.

And

She

D…

Who knew dying felt so terrible?

She knew better now.

***

Danny (Pov)

“Jazz…?”

Danny’s emotions were completely out of whack, that was for sure. It made sense, after all, everything had gone so fast. Deciding to go down to the labs. Putting the dumb fenton hazmat suit on. Deciding to go inside the portal… Fighting…

T̶e̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶l̶y̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶f̶a̶m̶i̶l̶y̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶H̶A̶T̶E̶D̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶-̶

“I didn't mean it, Jazz… I- I didn't mean it…”

This couldn't be real. It couldn't be.

Jazz never did have a knack for practical jokes.

For some reason it was hard to breathe.

Sam and Tucker looked no less horrified, their vice grip on his arms practically going limp as he slumped out of their hold and to his knees, his blue gaze never once leaving the swirling green portal that had been where his sister once stood.

He never heard her scream like that before, let alone at all really.

Jazz had always been good at covering her true emotions with a smile to protect him. To make him feel safe.

Heart beating in his ears as he stared blankly at the portal, casting an eerie glow on his pale face, he no longer felt safe anymore.

Jazz was….

Dead.

Probably.

No. She couldn't be.

Right?

He told her that he hated her and didn't even apologize for it. He didn't even take it back. His last words to her were absolutely rotten- The worst thing he could have ever said. All for what, to push her buttons?

It didn't help the fact that this only happened to her because of him.

Because of him.

Him.

̶I̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶w̶̶̶a̶̶̶s̶̶̶ ̶̶̶s̶̶̶u̶̶̶p̶̶̶p̶̶̶o̶̶̶s̶̶̶e̶̶̶d̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶̶̶o̶̶̶ ̶̶̶b̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶h̶̶̶i̶̶̶m̶̶̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶p̶o̶r̶t̶a̶l̶-̶̶̶ ̶̶̶

“I'm sorry… I'm sorry Jazz… I didn't me-ean it… I didnt…” Speaking now felt like there was cement in his throat, and something hot and salty dripped down his cheeks from his wide blue eyes, past his mouth and under his chin. The sound of the portal whirring was too much sound stimulation for him at the moment. The chipped black fingernail painted hand resting on his shoulder felt like the weight of a thousand hammers- And he could practically feel Tuckers trembling from here.

Like a dam being broken, Danny flinched violently, teeth clenching loudly and in a bout of morbid devastation, he stood on shaky knobbly knees, not yet processing his actions. His blue eyes never left the swirling green death device as he managed a few steps forward, slow muttering of manic apologies tripping over his tongue as Sam’s hand slipped off his shoulder and hit her skirt with a resounding fwump. A wave of terror washed over the three fresh teens, Danny taking another shaky step in the portal's direction as Tucker’s voice broke the air.

“We… Your sister… Danny we just saw your sister DIE- How are you-”

“Tucker!” There was probably a punch to the arm that followed, Tucker being the most precipitated recipient, but it was likely it held no strength and either way Danny could not hear it.

All he could hear was the static sound of the portal and the echoing scream of his only sister.

“She. She isn't. She can't be- She can’t- She isnt de-Heh-” He couldn't finish the sentence without clamping a hand over his mouth and withholding a gag at the thought. He couldn't breathe. He didn't WANT to breathe. Not when the sickeningly sweet, yet sour smell of burnt human flesh still permeated in the air.

His fault.

His fault she was-

His stiff zombie-like stagger turned into a shaky speed walk- Eyes wide and unblinking still as he continued his approach towards the swirling green portal. He was close enough now to touch. Close enough to see. To see…

A sharp pain in his eyes caused him to gasp loudly and cover them with an arm, the other arm quickly being grasped and held firmly by a pair of pale hands- Sam having come up behind him once it dawned on her what Danny was trying to do.

“Don��t. Don't look.” Her voice was firm, but her grip was shaky, and Danny ripped his arm away with ease, blinking harshly from lack of blinking before refixing his stare towards the swirling green tear in reality. He needed to see. His morbid thoughts seemed to swirl in his mind as the possibilities churned inside.

What exactly would he see? What was left?

̶T̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶T̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶u̶p̶p̶o̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶-̶

“Jazz. Jazz. I'm sorry, I just-”

“Ngh…”

All three of them froze.

A sound. From inside the device.

The slumped figure in the portal moved, shifting from where it lay unmoving.

It seemed to find its footing before stumbling a bit, obviously very disoriented as it leaned up against the wall of the portal in a very vulnerable position.

Something was inside the portal.

Moving.

Towards them.

Danny could feel something in his chest soar-

Backing away, Sam and Tucker once again attempted to coerce Danny away from the portal, but he simply wouldn't- COULDN'T- Draw his eyes away from the flickering figure.

Could it be?

Was that…

Hope?

Or was it…

Fear?

“Danny- Get away from there!- There's something-”

Sam didn't have time to finish her shout before the figure stumbled out of the portal with wobbly feet, its tall figure lunging forward to grasp on something, anything to break its fall. A loud whooshing sound permeated throughout the room as the blur of SOMETHING practically tumbled into Danny, who happened to break the rather solid seeming things fall exponentially.

“Gah…” Rubbing his bonked head sorely, he positioned himself up again to a sitting position, the figure which had barreled into him attempting to bring itself to its knees as well, Danny’s own eyes casting upwards to meet its own…

In an instant, the blue eyed, ravenette couldn't breathe again.

The figure, female it seemed, had bright lighting blue neon hair pulled into a low ponytail, almost ethereal looking as she stared at him with bright reddish orange ectoplasmic eyes. She seemed to blink down at him with such confusion.

She wore a bright orange jumpsuit with white accents and a pair of orange goggles hung loosely on her neck. Face slender and a nose just like his own, Danny couldn't help but breathe out her name with a stifled sob.

“Jazz?”

“Danny? What…” The ghostlike person hesitated a second, pulling herself up to standing position, she put a hand up to swipe away a stray hair escaping her ponytail- Only to freeze at the sight of her newly white colored gloves and brightly colored glowing hair. She stared at Danny and his friends with such genuine confusion, with her glowing reddish orange eyes shining brightly as she did so.

Gulping loudly, Jasmine Fenton, half ghost, half human psychiatrist hopeful, as well as established older sister- Had to take a few steps back.

“What… Happened to me?...”

Danny tried his hardest not to cry- But was greatly unsuccessful.

After all, it was that night when everything changed…

That was the night his big sister, his only sister, died a death that didn't belong to her…

Kinda.

***Chapter start:***

“-Despair evaporates when we stop denying who we really are attempt to uncover and accept our true nature- However-”

Jazz Fenton felt a sharp jab to her side, startling her out of her ambient morning reading, red hair flipping to the side as to face the perpetrator head on, swiveling where she sat by the kitchen counter.

“Psst! Hey!” Her brother, Danny Fenton, hissed loudly- Leaning forward in his chair in a clear attempt to grasp her attention, waving his arms a tad and such. Jazz could only frown and glance him over quizzically, wishing to get this over with so she could go back to reading the wise and thought provoking words of Nigel C. Benson- Author of the current psychology book she was reading to clear her head for the day.

“What? What is it?” She stage whispered horribly back- To which her brother stared at her with wide blue eyes- Waving his hands around and glancing about frivolously- Before grimacing nervously, furrowing his brow almost hesitantly and pointing up at his face with both hands.

“Your uh- Your face is uh-”

Danny cast a few more furtive glances in the direction of their mother, Maddie Fenton, who seemed to be working on some sort of device at the dinner table- Blow torch illuminating her mask covered face in an almost haunting way.

Jazz was confused for a moment, before it dawned on her- Chills running up her spine as she glanced over quickly in the direction of the nearest reflective object- This being a toaster and-

“Gah!” Low and behold, Jazz’s head was completely invisible! She tried to shake the transparency away with a frantic shake of her head- Which worked somehow, but it also succeeded in mussing up her normally smoothly brushed out red hair. Even so, she was glad for the warning- Facing her brother again with a concerned expression painting her face, she gestured upwards in hopes that all of her top half was now fully visible and she didn't miss a spot- Danny sent her a wink and a dorky thumbs up, while her only response was to smile thinly and sweat drop the tiniest bit.

“Thanks Danny-”

“Itph nophin relleh-” Danny scooped another spoonful of cereal into his mouth whilst speaking, spattering milk and food bits everywear as he shrugged and Jazz cringed away begrudgingly with a painted smile. Boys- Ain't it so?

She was glad for her brother nonetheless- Getting caught invisible by their parents certainly would NOT end well- That was for sure…

Jumping upwards, the two siblings watched with almost casual expressions as Maddie Fenton leaped from her seat at the dinner table with a bright grin, hands on her hips while doing so and nodding firmly at the sight of her latest creation.

“Okay! All it'll take is about 2 or so days- And it's done!”

“What did you say?” Leave it to Jack Fenton, their father, to pop out of the woodwork at the sound of an invention being proclaimed. Maddie Fenton seemed to want to say something to the disastrous behemoth of a man- But he was a bit too quick and excitable for her. Both Jazz and Danny sweat dropped at the sight of the older male sweeping the device off the table, out of his wife’s reach, in order to display the invention outwards towards the ceiling dramatically as if it were baby jesus.

“Is it done? IT'S DONE! The Fenton Finder is done!!!”

Shaking the device slightly in the air- Or was it his arms simply trembling from keeping them up for so long- He let out a hearty laugh and brought the device closer to his abdominal area in order to flick on a few switches and press a button or two to activate the device. Proudly, he pointed a finger upwards in a matter of factly position… Much to the ire of his wife.

“This baby uses only the most high end, Fenton Family patented, satellite technology to lead us to any ghost in the vicinity- Rain or shine!”

“It uses what to track what?” Danny raised a dark eyebrow and tilted his head at the sight of his father stroking the device close to his face- Maddie seemingly accepting the situation for what it is and allowing a smile to ghost onto her face as well. She seemed to swoop in after Jack, leaning over his arm in order to press one more button on the back, causing an automated voice to emanate from the device- Paired with the small tiny signaling dish to swivel around like a spinning dog.

Jazz shuffled in her seat awkwardly- While Danny leaned forward a bit more to gain insight.

>Welcome to the FENTON FINDER™ A ghost is near. WALK FORWARD<

The automated voice reverberated through the room as the two adults walked in unison, following the beeping noise of the Fenton Finder™ with great anticipation- Meanwhile, Jazz gulped loudly- Closing her book for the time being and a sliding it to the side in order to pay careful attention to the situation at hand.

>WALK FORWARD<

The beeping grew louder as both the parents stepped closer and closer in Jazz’s direction- In only a few seconds, the red haired 16 year old was practically nose to chest with a neon orange hazmat suit- Cyan eyes glancing bashfully upwards to meet bright blue eyes. Sweat practically pouring from both she and Danny’s heads by the bucket full.

Beeping a few times, the Fenton Finder™ spoke once more.

>Ghost Located. Thank you for using the FENTON FINDER™ Dispose of THE GHOST immediately<

Taking a step back, both Maddie and Jack glanced at each other quizzically, Jazz and Danny both watching the two adults with rapt attention- Panic clearly painted on their features while Jazz fiddled nervously with her fingers.

Jack Fenton hummed dopily, giant thumb coming to pinch his chin with confusion.

“What? Oh that can't be right…”

“Well honey- I did say it would be finished in a few days- Not now… Its not finished yet-”

Jazz let out a breath of hot air, tension leaving her body as it began to fluctuate a few times, much to the terror of her brother who could only stand beside her as in a span of a few seconds, Jazz went invisible, intangible, floaty, and glowy all in a quick succession before returning to a normal human state. Albiate, a tad bit disoriented.

Shaking her head with a furrowed brow, Jazz faced the two adults solemnly as she placed a normal hand on her nearby psychology book- Danny looking on with an unreadable expression.

“Actually… Mom? Dad? I have something extremely important I need to tell you-”

“Oh GEEZ look at the TIME!!!” Jazz is taken aback alongside her parents at the sound of two hands slamming onto the counter abruptly- Danny coming to a standing position with both his arms either side in front of him and a giant nervous grin etched onto his features like a really uncomfortable statue. Pushing back out of his seat quickly and wrapping an arm around Jazz’s own empty arm, he let out a forced laugh- Wagging a finger for extra emphasis for his words.

“Look- This chat has been GREAT- But it's time for Jazz to drive me to school!!! After all- You know how it is! Nowadays, a young, growing, adolescent teenager like myself can't afford to be late for school- You know, and miss out on all that great knowledge and brain stuff! You know me- I love school! School school school!!!”

“Danny what-” Jazz didn't have time to finish her sentence, before she found herself being dragged off and out the door by the younger sibling of hers- Leaving both their parents in a state of confusion- Watching on as Danny abruptly shoved Jazz out the door with a giant fake smile and rambles pouring from his mouth like a sprinkler.

“C'mon Jazz- Let's GO- See you guys later- Love you guysgottogoBYE!”

Jazz no longer tried to resist as Danny practically dragged her into the driver's seat- Slamming her car door with such force, she couldn't help but fumble out of her seat slightly. Even so, once Danny was buckled in the passenger seat- She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and put her key in the ignition…

Meanwhile- Inside the house and watching the bizarre behavior of their children through the living room window, Maddie and Jack Fenton could only tilt their heads and ponder away.

Maddie let out a loud hum, her glove covered dainty fingers coming upwards to tap against her chin with an inquisitive look on her face.

“Huh. That's… Odd. Danny is almost never this excited to go to school… He's been acting so strangely lately…”

“There can only be one explanation…” Jack paused for a moment before a light in his brain blinked on and he raised a finger in exclamation- Much to his wife’s confusion.

“That's not our little slacker! That's a ghost! In DISGUISE!”

“Jack- That’s- OH! That would explain how the Fenton Finder picked up an ecto-signature!”

Maddie’s eyes seem to widen from behind her goggles with this observation, now facing her husband with equal vigor coinciding with her own exclamation. The both of them now seemed to meet each other's gazes, speaking in unison.

“That means…”

Jack was the first to pounce towards the front door- Rocking his fist in the air as if in retribution and his other hand reaching over to his zipper pocket to grasp the keys to the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle- GAV for short. Maddie followed him close behind as Jack bellowed to the open air.

“Never fear Jazzy!!! We’ll save you from that ghost scum!!! Daddy’s little princess!!!”

***

“I just don't see the appeal in keeping it a secret Danny- Mom and Dad love us, and they would never do anything to hurt me…”

“... On purpose you mean.”

Jazz didn't make eye contact with her black haired teenage brother in the passenger seat beside her, in favor of keeping her cyan blue eyes on the road- Steady foot on the gas pedal as her hands gripped the steering wheel firmly. Fiery orange hair whipping out behind her, and messy black bed head hair doing something similar, the two teenagers seemed almost normal sitting in the seats of the open topped red convertible.

Despite the clear distast in the open air concerning the conversation, Danny Fenton took Jazz’s silence as a signal to keep going, leaning forward in the convertible’s passenger seat to level his older sister with a blank unamused stare, though the slight curling of his lips betrayed the initial deadpan expression he had been aiming for.

“It's been a month, Jazz. A month, and I don't really see you jumping for joy at the opportunity to tell them that their only daughter isn't exactly the most human nowadays. You're not ever going to tell them, are you?”

“I am going to tell them!” Jazz sounded indignant before her eyes flickered off to the side slightly, her soft pink lips curling downwards a tad more into a frown. It almost seemed like she was convincing herself of this fact, sweat beading near her temple as she shifts her hand placement on the wheel, and a sigh billows from her lungs.

“... Eventually.”

“Rrrrrrriiiighhht.” Danny leaned back into his seat with a cross of his arms and a lazy smirk painting his expression. This makes Jazz face the boy again, this time with an extra determined look on her face.

“No really- I will!”

“It's fine Jazz, you don't have to explain yourself. I get it. No reasonable superhero wants to reveal their secret alias to their parents- It's expected even!” Jazz could only frown curiously at Danny’s words, face curling into a processing expression, before glancing over at Danny fondly again and turning the wheel at the next intersection.

“Hero ali- Danny. I'm not a superhero. These aren't superpowers, these are just the aftereffects of the accident, that's all. They will fade in time, I'm sure…”

“Again. Been a month. I think we're past the point of ghostly refunds.”

Jazz and Danny met eyes again, before the orange haired 16 year old halfa shook her head and stopped for another intersection, lifting the lever for her blinker and the dashboard began to click, signaling she was to be turning right. She could only sigh at her brother's antics, noting how pleased he looked in his theorem.

“Still. Not a superhero Danny- Who would I even battle against? The only ghosts we've seen come out of the portal are those weird octopus thingies- But even then, putting those guys back in the portal does not exactly count as an epic superpowered battle like it does in your video games.”

“Well- These kinds of things don't just HAPPEN to a person for no reason! You have superpowers Jazz- REAL superpowers. It's a only a matter of time before bad guys start to show up- And let's be real, Mom and Dad are NOT ready for that kind of confrontation, so it's gonna be up to you to beat em’ back to the front lines”

“Yeah right Danny. Besides, unlike your comic book heroes, I much prefer to fight my battles passively. After all-” Jazz waggled a finger condescending with her free hand in the direction of Danny, a calm preening smile grazing her features while she did so.

“-Words have power too y'know.”

“Right.” Danny flashed a thin smile in Jazz’s direction, leaning forwards a bit to squint blankly in her vicinity. Feigning innocence, he tilted his head in false condescension.

“I'll have to remember that when an evil, all powerful ghost kidnaps me and tries to eat my face off or something..”

Cyan colored eyes flickering upwards, Jazz noted the stoplight in the distance- The school was getting closer, halfway there, she figured. Getting closer to the stoplight, now turning yellow, she moved her foot from the gas over to the brake pedal, getting ready to ease down on it, but not quite putting pressure. Concerning the conversation between her and her younger brother, the red head only shrugged playfully and rolled her eyes fondly.

“Well, I guess we're just going to have to cross that bridge when we get there. And for the record, I DO plan on telling Mom and Dad about my situation- I just… I think it would be best for everyone if i got these new abilities in check beforehand… I mean- I could barely control them as it is-”

“You've been doing just fine right now...”

Jazz let out a noncommittal hum in response to Danny's short notation, but didnt grace him with another retort, now beginning to press down onto the brake pedal, seeing that a busy yellow stop light was coming up. It was true, throughout this whole drive, Jazz had been yet to fall ill to any of her current ghostly attribute issues- The thought made her lip curl upwards. Perhaps she finally found her anchor, allowing her ghost powers to settle and stay dormant under her skin, driving the answer? That didn't sound right, but neither did ghost powers in general…

Who was she to look a gift horse in the mouth, coming up on the stoplight, speed now starting to gradually diminish, she had to admit it was true- Her ghost powers were not acting out throughout this whole drive… Was it luck or happenstance? She didn't know…

She just hoped thinking this in her mind wouldn't…

Jinx….

It…

Jazz suddenly felt a buzzing feeling in her leg, the hot resting bubble of feeling in her chest soaring as her heart dropped into her stomach.

“Jazz…” Danny’s blue eyes flashed nervously in her direction, speaking with a small lilt in his voice, pushing himself back in his passenger seat as the car continued onwards closer to the next stoplight intersection, showing no signs of stopping as Jazz punched her foot down frantically.

“Jazz- There's a stoplight coming up- Jazz, we should stop-!”

Danny glances over to the driver frantically, only for his expression to shift into one of terror, the sight of his sister beginning to phase straight through the bottom of her seat and holding onto the steering wheel for dear life causing him to lurch forwards with an alarmed yelp.

“Jazz!!!”

“Danny! Danny pull me up!!! Pull me up!!!” Jazz could only screech as the stoplight grew closer, only a few feet away as the car began to swerve, her younger brother Danny now beginning to claw at her shoulders in an attempt to yank her back out of the car cushions and into sitting position. He wasn't the most successful, and Jazz's bottom half continued to remain intangible, cushions now up past her chest, arms fully extended and clutching onto the steering wheel for dear life.

“Ah!- Ah!- Break!!! Break- Where-”

“LEFT DANNY!!!”

The screech of his older sister rattled Danny to his bones, and the honking of a horn to their side forced the 14 year old into a panic- Slamming his own foot straight through his sister's transparent lower torso last minute and onto the brake pedal.

SCREECH!!!

“OOF!”

“Argh!”

Rubbing his head where it had rammed into the dashboard, and keeping his foot plastered firmly on the brake pedal- Danny Fenton could only stare out into the distance of the windshield, past the giant dent in the dashboard where his skull had rammed into, wearing an expression identical to the resident ghost girls own features, who now seemed to gain a semi balance of ghostly control and began hovering upwards from her place inside the diverse seat cushions. Floating above her seat, she let out a small noise as the sudden bout of weightlessness deactivated causing her to fall not so gently into her seat. Even so, the two shaken up teens continued to stare blankly outwards, both their hair now mussed up and windswept, trembling like leaves and for a few moments the world was silent.

The light turned green.

The sound of honking frantically from behind snapped the red headed teen out of her stupor, causing her to blink harshly a few seconds before shaking her head. Shakily, Jazz nudged Danny's foot away with her own and pressed onto the gas pedal, crossing the intersection only to stutter to a stop by the next curb, placing the vehicle in park.

Jazz let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and slowly turned to face her brother. Turning the key and pulling out, the red convertible stuttered to a stop.

“H-How do you feel about walking to school Danny?”

“Great. Fantastic. I could walk. Just as soon as my legs stop feeling like jello.”

Jazz could only sigh, glancing downwards at her own legs, which seemed to flicker a bit alongside the rest of her body. She shook her head almost somberly.

“You're telling me Danny… You are telling me…”

***

(And that’s all I got back then. lol)

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