If you're game to write a cheese melt (Vlad & Dani father-daughter dynamic) ficlet, I'd love to read one. If not, that's cool :)
*vibrating with excitement* My friend. Your cheese melt art has been living rent free in my head for WEEKS. It's my sincerest pleasure to write a ficlet for this. I hope it's okay that it's an outsider POV, I just had an idea and my brain went brrrrrrr LOL
May I offer you a dysfunctional parent-teacher interview?
Parent-teacher interviews are always a nightmare, but there's one in particular that’s making Amity Middle School’s beloved Ms. Burnell sweat through her shirt. As the time slot nears, her gaze keeps flickering to the clock, her classroom door, back to her nervously interlaced fingers on the desktop.
It’s going to be fine. Perfectly fine.
“This one! Over here! Dad! This is my class!” The excited words, shouted in the syrupy sweet voice of a little girl, sets every nerve on edge, Ms. Burnell’s heart plummeting straight into the pit of her stomach.
Oh lord. Maybe it’s not going to be fine.
Her student comes bounding into the classroom, eyes bright and excited, oversized blue sweater sleeves slipping over her hands, even as she gestures emphatically for her father to follow. Black hair spills out of her ponytail, whipping across her face as she throws herself into a desk across from Ms. Burnell’s with a bright smile.
Her father, on the other hand…
The heel of his expensive Italian loafers strike against the linoleum as the man stops at the threshold of the classroom, cool gaze doing an assessing sweep of the space, expression crinkling in distaste as it does. He doesn’t say a single word, doesn’t make any move to actually step inside the classroom.
Ms. Burnell is the one who clears her throat, pushing to an awkward stand as she extends a hand out to the man.
“Hello, Mr. Masters. Thank you for making the time to come discuss your daughter’s education. I know you’re very busy.”
The man’s eyes slip to her outstretched palm, and for a motifying second, she doesn’t think he’s going to take it. When he finally does, he just gives a brief, cursory shake before swiping his palm off on his suit jacket and striding past her toward his daughter.
Ms. Burnell’s face is all kinds of warm, chest tight with embarassment as she fumbles back to her desk, trying to wrestle herself back into some kind of composure. Still, she barely looks up as she pulls out a folder with Danielle Masters scrawled across the tab.
“Dad! Dad! That one’s mine! Do you see it? Do you like it?” Danielle calls proudly, tugging on her father’s suit sleeve and pointing toward the paintings that are spread out beneath the windows to dry, paper wavy and crinkled.
“Oh, er. That’s actually a good place for us to start,” Ms. Burnell cuts in apologetically.
Mr. Masters gaze snaps from where he’d been examining his daughter’s project, over to her, brows dropped low.
“Why? Is there a problem with my daughter’s work?” The question is sharp, accusatory, and she’s pretty sure her soul shrivels up a little bit at the unguarded disdain in the man’s eyes.
Swallowing hard, sweat beading against the back of her neck, Ms. Burnell resists the urge to immediately take it back. Surely he can see the problem with the piece—isn’t going to make her say it?
It's too scary.
When his challenging gaze doesn’t waver, she forces the words out.
“Uhm. Well. It’s just. Not quite. Appropriate for a sixth grade class?” It pitches up into a question as she gestures vaguely toward Dani’s painting.
It’s a bit sloppy, the layers of paint caked upon each other, the lines hasty and uneven, but the scene itself is clear enough—a little, smiling, white-haired girl in the shadow of some kind of hulking creature, its skin blue, eyes red, sharp fangs bared as its cape flares out to take up the rest of the page.
Ms. Burnell almost set up an appointment for Danielle with the school counselor when she saw it, wondering if Dani felt like she was the little girl, trapped amongst nightmares and “monsters.” She decided against it for the time being, until she could speak with the girl’s father, but that’s proving rather unhelpful so far if the contemptuous way the man is looking at her is any indication.
“Did Danielle complete the assignment?” he asks finally.
“Uhm. Yes.”
“And adhere to the grading criteria?”
“Sh-she did,” Ms. Burnell answers reluctantly.
“Then I don’t see the problem,” he answers, finality in the words as his gaze turns to his daughter. He takes a much softer tone with her, brushing the disorderly strands of hair off her face, an absent domesticity in the way he straightens the ponytail gone lopsided. “I think you did a lovely job, dear.”
“Thank you! I used Alizarin Crimson,” she answers proudly, hair flopping right back into her eyes.
“Excellent choice.”
“Uhm. Well, there’s also the matter of Danielle’s conduct,” Ms. Burnell cuts in.
The man lets out an irritated sigh, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back against one of the desks, one ankle crossed over the other, unimpressed gaze finding Ms. Burnell once more.
“What?” he says, like it’s an inconvenience.
She swallows hard. “She’s been…uhm. Not getting along with some of the other girls.”
“That is so unfair, Mackenzie started it!” Danielle shouts abruptly, popping up to her knees on her chair, palms slapping down against the desktop.
“Well that’s not what Mack—”
The girl keeps going, cutting Ms. Burnell off.
“She said the only reason Eli agreed to play with me at recess was because Joshua dared him too, and I said nuh unh and she said yuh hunh, and I asked how she knew that, and she couldn’t even prove it, it was so obvious she was making it up!”
“Mackenzie told me that you said some pretty unkind words to her, Danielle.”
“Barely! I just said it was a bad look for her to be so jealous of me and just because she looks like she fished her outfit from the same trash bin she got her personality from isn’t any reason to be a jerk.”
Her father’s expression twists into a sharp smirk, amusement lighting his blue eyes, and Ms. Burnell thinks she’s starting to get a better sense of why Danielle is proving to be one of the most challenging students in her class this year.
“We treat people with kindness and respect in this classroom, Dani. Do you think what you said to Mackenzie was kind and respectful?”
“Well…” Dani’s gaze drops, expression pinching in thought, and Ms. Burnell thinks she might actually be getting through to her.
“It doesn’t sound as though this other girl was treating Danielle with kindness and respect,” Mr. Masters answers, the words coming out with a mocking turn, like he finds the concepts incidental at best.
“That’s true. She did start it,” Dani reasserts, turning her gaze up to her dad.
“I’ve spoken to Mackenzie about her part in everything,” Ms. Burnell answers tightly. “But we’re here to talk about Danielle’s conduct. That’s not the only incident of its kind that’s occurred this year and—”
“You know, it sounds to me as though Danielle’s doing just fine,” Mr. Masters says, pushing up to a proper stand, tugging the bottom of his sleeves and smoothing the dark, wrinkleless fabric.
“But—”
“Did she make this girl cry?”
“Well. No, but—”
“And how are my daughter’s academics?” he asks, gaze fixed on hers, sending a chill creeping down her spine.
“Fine, but—”
“Has she gotten into a physical altercation with anyone?”
“Not exactly, but—”
“Started any fires?” he asks, sarcasm and derision dripping from the words.
“No, she hasn’t started any fires.”
“Then I believe this meeting is finished. Thank you for your time, Ms…”
“Burnell,” she answers weakly.
“Thank you for your time, Ms. Burnell. Danielle, are you ready to go?”
“Yup!” She pops up to an enthusiastic stand, rushing over to the windows to snatch up her painting, twisting it toward Ms. Burnell. “Can I take this home?”
She gives a heavy sigh, massaging her temples with her fingertips. “Sure, Dani. That's fine.”
“Thanks, Ms. B!” As the girl traipses after her dad, a bounce in her step, horrifying painting swinging at her side, Ms. Burnell can hear the girl still chattering away, even as they pass out of her classroom, voices growing distant. “Do you think I should have made Mackenzie cry?” she asks.
Ms. Burnell is glad she can’t hear the man’s response—she doesn’t even want to know his answer.
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I absolutely love how accepting Danny is of Dani/Ellie, but I am a master of angst and I therefore must make it angsty (even if only lightly).
Consider this:
Vlad is trying to figure out why the clones keep failing (it is the food issue, but he's a dunce and won't figure that out until later), so he tries to substitute what he thinks is missing with his own material, making Ellie a mix of him and Danny.
Now, this Ellie has bits and pieces of both Vlad and Danny's memories and abilities (technically, physically, she's closer to Danny, mentally, she is closer to Vlad, but she's also very much not bound by physical rules and, conciously or not, makes herself look more like Vlad than she should in an attempt to make him less likely to dispose of her). So Vlad is trying to make her believe she is the Prime clone while he "keeps her for further study", while she is trying to manipulate him into getting attached and actually keeping her as a daughter. Vlad gets attached.
Ellie, having never been human, is very bad at pretending to be one, especially at the begining. 0 respect for gravity and walls, does not quite understand how far human joints are supposed to bend or how social norms work. Basically, she's a little eldritch freak in the body of an adorable 12yo. She does eventually get better, but she is more ghost than human and will always be off in one way or another.
Now, fast forward a couple of months. Vlad has been awfully quiet and Danny is getting suspicious. Jack decides to invite Vlad over for dinner (nobody else is too happy about it, but Jack is a stubborn bitch and Maddie eventually decides that maybe Vlad would get the hint this time). Danny is dreading what Vlad would have planned for said dinner, so when Vlad walks in with a kid that is giving him all sorts of creeps, he's on high alert.
Of course, he thinks it's a scheme of some sort. Some kind of trick to woo his mom. Is that kid some kind of ghost he convinced to help him? A creation of Desiree? His actual biological kid that he's been ignoring until now that he has decided to take in to spite Danny? (That's what Maddie thinks. She certainly looks like she could be that.) Vlad claims she's adopted, but nobody's buying that.
So, while the dinner is getting finished and the adults are chatting, Danny practically drags Ellie aside and asks her what she is, totally ready to throw hands with this child if she turns out to be dangerous. Ellie plays dumb at first, but eventually reveals what she is (Vlad had a whole speech planned for Danny. Ellie is not sorry she ruined that).
And if she was just Danny's clone, I think Danny would probably handle it well (as well as one can handle finding out your enemy cloned you, anyway), though he would have some choice words for Vlad. But Ellie is not just Danny in this version and Danny has been traumatised by TUE. So, obviously, he throws hands with a 12yo. Ellie's only complaint is "your parents are going to hear us fighting, you flatcake." Danny does eventually calm down and Ellie promises him they can beat the shit out of each other later for proper ghost bonding, but first they have to survive the dinner with their parents.
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