#Danny is of course Wrong since he parents would have eventually made the Portal work whether he stepped in it or not
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Unknown, the Wandering Hero
So! We all know the typical Vivisection AU, right? Danny is revealed to his parents and they take it in all the wrong ways. They capture him, Vivisect him, and eventually he manages to escape with the help of his friends.
But what about his Rouges?
Sure, we all like to think of some of the more friendly ones like Ember, or Sydney, or Johnny 13 and Kitty, but he has WAY more Evil Rouges than good ones.
Without Danny there to reign them in, the Rouges spread out across the world to fulfill their obsessions, unhampered by the Heroes and Villains of the world that have no means to fight them.
And Danny? He feels responsible. He was the one to open the Gate, he was the Sacrifice, the one to let them through. And when the going got tough he just up and left? No, that won't do.
His Obsession is Protection for a reason, and nothing has changed. All he needs to do is expand his area of focus a little.
Danny, after healing up, starts wandering the world in search of the Ghosts who have escaped into the Mortal Realm. He battles all of his old foes, as well as many new ones who he hadn't met before.
His travels take him far and wide.
He defeats Skulker in Metropolis, as he is trying to hunt down the Super Family for their pelts. They are the last of their race after all, so he is inclined to try and hunt them. Honestly dealing with Skulker was easy, dealing with the Rich Asshole who was funding him was a nightmare.
He chases down Spectra in Gotham as she tries to feed on the misery of an entire City. (Thanks to @impyssadobsessions for the idea, this Prompt specifically). She is actually a very tough fight, especially powered by both the Misery of an Entire City as well as his Own Misery, but he manages.
He defeats Technus is Central City, as he tries to Raid Star Labs for their advanced Tech. It actually took a while to beat him after he amped himself with all that Power, and he did need help from the Local Hero to deal with him. He's just thankful Technus is one of the more "Harmless" ones.
After every Victory, he sends them back to the Realms using the Banishing Spell that Sam taught him a while back (the only bit of magic he ever really managed to master).
He knows they'll eventually find their way back out, but it's all he can do anymore. It's his eternal Punishment for unleashing them out into the World in the first place. He was the Catalyst for this Situation, now he was tasked with Fixing it, no matter how long it took.
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The Justice League is caught in a tricky situation a the moment.
In the past few months, they have been encountering more and more of these Extra Dimensional Beings known as Realms Ghosts across the World.
Justice League Dark has had some success in battling them, but even they are getting tired of having to deal with every single incident alone.
They did get approached by a Government Agency known as the Ghostly Investigation Ward that seemed to want to help, but it didn't take long to realize that their main Aim was to Genocide the entire Race. The JLA had quickly cut ties after realizing that, and took what little Tech and Information they had been able to gather.
Still, it wasn't easy to deal with these Entities.
Thankfully, they have had some outside help. An Unknown Being has been routinely showing up whenever a Realms Ghost appears and defeating them, before using a (as described by Constantine) "Rudimentary Banishing Spell held together by willpower and luck" to send them back to their home Dimension. There's honestly no way it should be functional, but he did make it work either way.
They don't know much about this Unknown, aside from the fact that he seems to be the only one able to consistently damage the Realms Ghosts. His Powerset leads them to belive he may be from the same Dimension, or at least drawing his power from the same Source, but as he actively avoids the League and takes every opportunity to not talk to them, they know they aren't getting any answers any time soon.
Over the past few months, they had affectionately started referring to him as Unknown, creative they know, because they could never get his Real Name. Sure, some of the Realms Ghosts seemed to recognize him, but they always called him stuff like "Whelp" and "Punk" and "Usurper", which were not very good names to use when referring to him. Although the last one was a bit concerning.
They had only managed to trade a few quick words with Unknown in the past few months, but it was enough to get the Gist of it. He was just doing his job, sending the Realms Ghosts back where they belonged. There was apparently a Tear in Reality letting them through, but he seemed hesitant to reveal what he knew about it.
After a few months of sparse interactions, they eventually managed to convince him to at least take an Emergency Communicator. Just in case. They even let him take it apart to look for any Tracking Devices, which earned them a small bit of trust. They took whatever wins they could.
Fortunately, it seemed he never did need it. In fact he was getting more and more efficient with every battle, defeating his foes in half the time it would have taken before.
Unfortunately, it didn't last forever. One day, the Communicator went off, a distorted voice quickly saying, "Need backup, some of them decide to Team Up" before cutting out.
They quickly rushed to his location, finding an active battlefield with no less that a dozen Ghosts battling Unknown. And he seemed to be on the ropes.
With their arrival, the combined force of the Justice League and Unknown eventually managed to defeat the Group of Ghosts. Justice League Dark volunteered to work on the Banishing Spells while the others cleaned up the damage from the Battle.
One of them approached Unknown to make sure he was ok, and froze.
During the battle, Unknown's Mask had been Torn off, and they could finally see the face of the Hero they had been working with for the past few months.
And he was a Child.
#Dp x dc#Dpxdc#Dc x dp#Dcxdp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Vivisection AU#Wandering Hero AU#Danny's Hero name is Unknown#Danny isn't in a good place right now#He has an unhealthy mix of a Savior Complex and Survivors Guilt#He believes that this is all his fault and none of this would have ever happened if he hadn't been stupid enough to step in the Portal#Danny is of course Wrong since he parents would have eventually made the Portal work whether he stepped in it or not#And in that scenario there would have been nobody who could stop the Ghosts at all and they would have run rampant#The JLA is horrified that they let a child fight their battles for this long#Of course they understand him since they are the exact same but they still feel bad for not supporting him more#(As if Danny would have let them)#Whether Danny let's himself be taken in by the League or runs away from his problems again is up to whoever picks up this post#I leave it humbly in your hands
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What Fades, and What Never Will
After Danny's accident, he starts acting strangely, and after exhausting all their other options, Jack and Maddie call upon a long-time friend who once had a portal accident of his own to try and get Danny to open up.
For the Prompts: In another universe, Maddie and Jack did visit Vlad in the hospital, and stayed in contact. What happens when Danny has his accident 20 years later? [from @kinglazrus]
After the accident, the Fentons can't help but notice something wrong with Danny. And since Danny also has that terrible symptom of "being a teenager", he refuses to tell them anything. So they reach out to the only person who could possibly help: an old friend in Wisconsin. [from Mimca]
And Like Danny, Vlad also has an unfading death scar—several of them, actually. Dozens of pock scars mar his skin all over his body, a permanent reminder of his slow, painful death from ecto-acne. [from me :)]
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[Warnings for mentions of past trauma/death, and past hospitalization]
Danny's accident had given his parents quite the scare. Their son nearly dying put a serious damper on the excitement of their portal working properly, to say the least.
But after that, even though Danny insisted he was fine, and the doctors said he was in the clear, medically—they couldn't help noticing that there was something wrong with him. Maybe that was a bit harsh, maybe it would be kinder to say there was something off with him, or something different about him. But whatever it was that was different about him... it seemed very wrong.
Maybe it was like Jazz said, and he was just traumatized from the accident and isolating from his family as a coping mechanism after his parents' invention had caused him so much distress. But if that were the case... why was he going into the lab so often? Much more often than before, and it didn't seem to bother him at all to be in a place where he'd experienced so much... distress.
They tried several times to talk to Danny about it, but he also appeared to be exhibiting unrelated symptoms like 'being a teenager', which of course meant he refused to tell them anything and suggested that they, 'butt out of his business' when they pressed even a little bit.
After about a month of trying and failing to get through to Danny in any way shape or form while whatever was going on with him only seemed to get worse, they decided to call in some back-up. As it happened, Danny wasn't the only person they knew who'd had an... unfortunate experience involving an experimental ghost portal.
Maybe... hopefully, their old friend from Wisconsin could help.
After a month of complete failure to connect, Jack and Maddie started to think that maybe he was the only person who possibly could.
Although they stayed in fairly regular contact with him, they still hesitated to ask him to come all the way out to Amity Park from another state entirely. But Vlad seemingly thought nothing of making the trip out to see them and have a chat with their boy.
After his own accident with the proto-portal, they were the only friends of his who didn't cut ties with him because they found him too grotesque to look at. They'd visited him in the hospital often, and gave the doctors all their research in the hopes that it might help cure him. Although the doctors hadn't asked, and Jack and Maddie were pretty sure they'd just thrown all the research away.
Eventually, Vlad's ecto-acne went away, although it was years before it vanished entirely. He was always terribly self-conscious about it. He refused to be in any of their wedding photos because of it, even though he was the best man.
And even when the ecto-acne itself finally went away, it left scars, dozens, maybe hundreds of them. Vlad often complained that he had to spend a small fortune on foundation and concealer to keep them covered, even though Jack insisted they made him look cool and mysterious. Vlad argued that they made him look sickly and unkempt.
It would be good to see him again after so long. Oh, sure, they called and e-mailed each other all the time, but they hadn't seen Vlad in person since they moved to Amity Park. Danny had only been four years old at the time, so he almost certainly didn't even remember the man, even though Vlad was his and Jazz's godfather.
Two days after reaching out to him, late Saturday morning, there was a knock on the door. Jazz was the one who answered. It took her a moment to recognize the tall, gray-haired man in a fancy suit standing there, but eventually she did.
"Uncle Vlad?" she asked. "We haven't seen you in ages. What are you doing here?"
"Your parents called me the other day and asked me to come down," he replied easily. "I heard about poor Daniel's accident. They were hoping I might be able to commiserate with him, since I was in a similar unfortunate accident myself with our prototype portal many years ago."
Jazz nodded slowly. "That... could be good for him. Personally, I'm pretty sure it was a traumatic experience for him, but he won't talk to anyone about it."
Vlad's expression was sympathetic. "It would be a traumatic experience for anyone. May I come in?"
"Oh, right," Jazz stepped aside to let him through the door into the house. "Sorry."
"Think nothing of it," Vlad said. "Are you parents around? I'd like to say hello."
"Down in the lab," Jazz told him, pointing to the basement door.
He nodded his thanks, remarked how good it was to see her, and what a lovely young woman she'd grown into since he last saw her, and then headed down into the lab to talk to her parents.
"Maddie?" he called down. "Jack?"
"Vladdie!" Jack shouted.
As soon a Vlad reached the bottom of the stairs, he was tackled in a massive bear hug. His arms were pinned to his sides and the breath squeezed out of his lungs.
"Let go of me you big oaf!" he wheezed out.
Jack dropped him with a good-natured laugh, and Vlad gasped for air for a bit before chuckling with him.
"It's good to have you over, Vlad," Maddie said, though she didn't move from where she was standing over a laboratory apparatus. "I would walk over to greet, but I'm holding volatile chemicals at the moment. Just give me a minute to stabilize the experiment."
"It's quite alright, Maddie, dear," Vlad said. "Don't rush on my account; especially not where volatile chemicals are involved."
"Thank goodness you're here, Vladdie," Jack said excitedly. "I'll finally get to show you all the new inventions we've made since moving here."
Vlad gave him blundering old friend an amused smile. "And approximately what percentage of these inventions actually function as intended?"
Jack looked sheepish, though the excitement didn't fade from him.
"Oh, but here, I thought you asked me to come all the way down from Wisconsin to talk to your Daniel," Vlad added. "Perhaps seeing all your hundreds of failed inventions and a dozen or so working ones can wait?"
"I guess so," Jack agreed, though he seemed very reluctant.
"Yes about Danny," Maddie said.
She'd apparently finished at the apparatus and was carrying a rack of test-tubes to the nearby freezer to be stored until the next phase of her experiment.
"We told you he had an accident in the new ghost portal," Maddie said. "I thought we'd disconnected the power source before leaving it unsupervised, but I guess not. The doctors say he'd fine, physically, and Danny insists he's fine, too, but... something just doesn't seem right with him anymore. Jazz says he's traumatized, but he doesn't seem anxious in the lab at all, so we're just not sure.
"Obviously he won't talk to us, but we were hoping, if you told him about your own experience, that he might be willing to talk to you."
Vlad nodded thoughtfully. "You know, he probably doesn't remember me," he pointed out. "To him, I'll be a stranger prying into something he probably doesn't want to even think about, let alone discuss."
"We know it's probably a long shot, but we had to try something, you know?" Maddie looked more worried than Vlad had seen her since he was still laid up in the hospital. "I'm just... I'm worried about him. We all are. He's been acting so strangely lately, cagey and short-tempered, maybe it is just stress, but it can't be healthy for him to keep it all bottled up. You'll at least try, won't you?"
Vlad looked at her distraught expression and nodded once, firmly. "I'll try," he agreed. "But if Daniel does talk to me, and he asks that I not relay what we talk about to his parents, I won't violate his trust."
Maddie shook her head, a sigh of relief escaping her. "That's fine," she said. "We don't need to know everything. We just want him to have someone he can talk to, so he doesn't have to bottle everything up. Right, Jack?"
"Absolutely," Jack agreed. "Whatever's best for Danny is good enough for us."
"Alright then," Vlad said. "Is he here now?"
"I think he's out with his friends right now," Maddie said. "He'll be back for dinner though. At least, he'd better be."
He removed his jacket and hung it on a hook next to a lab coat, which he put on in its place. It must've been Jack's judging by the way he practically drowned in it, but he rolled up the sleeves without complaint and ignored the way the bottom of it touched the floor when he bent his knees even a little bit.
"Then, for now, how about I give you both a hand in the lab," he suggested. "Where might I find a spare set of safety goggles?"
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Danny was late for dinner, but he didn't miss it at least. The Fentons weren't really a regular family dinners kind of household, so when they told Danny they would be having a family dinner tonight, he knew there would be consequences for skipping out. Still, he was surprised to see a mysterious, well-dressed guest at the table when he hurried into the kitchen.
"Uh... hi?" Danny greeted, awkwardly taking a seat between his dad and his sister.
"Daniel, so nice of you to join us," the stranger greeted with a smile. "You know I think this is the best chicken casserole your mother's ever made."
"Not that it's a very high bar," Maddie joked.
"Don't say that, Maddie," the stranger said. "You're a... perfectly adequate cook."
Maddie laughed out loud.
"Um, not to be rude or anything, but... who's this?" Danny asked, jerking a thumb over at the stranger.
"Oh, that's right, you wouldn't remember Vlad," his mother told her. "He's our friend from college, and you kids' godfather. He was really close with the family when we lived in Wisconsin, but since we moved, he mostly just talks with me and your father over e-mail. I'm sure we've mentioned him before."
Danny did vaguely recognize the name Vlad. This was probably the same Vlad his dad called Vladdie and gushed about while his kids tuned
"Yes, the last time I saw you, Daniel, you were only four years old," Vlad said. "At risk of sounding like an out-of-touch old man, you've certainly grown since I saw you last."
"Yeah, that tends to happen in ten years," Danny pointed out. He narrowed his eyes at Vlad, scrutinizing him. "What brings you all the way out to Amity Park?"
"Oh, I was doing some business a couple towns over, and figured since I was so close, I might as well pay a visit to some old friends."
It was a perfectly plausible excuse, especially since Danny was pretty sure his parents had mentioned their Vlad was some kind of businessman. It didn't ease Danny's suspicions at all.
Throughout dinner, Vlad maintained a casual, friendly conversation with the rest of the family, easily defusing Danny's loaded, accusatory questions. When dinner was over, Danny went straight up to his room. He'd had a long day and was hoping to turn in early, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to actually fall asleep until well after midnight, if he slept at all.
He wasn't expecting a knock on his bedroom door a few minutes later.
Vlad being on the other side of it was less of a surprise. He glared at Vlad, but the man seemed completely unperturbed.
"I have a confession to make," he said.
"Oh yeah? I'm shocked," Danny replied sarcastically.
"I didn't want to bring it up in front of everyone and put you on the spot," Vlad said. "But the truth of the matter is that your parents asked me to come in the hopes that I might be able to talk to you, commiserate, I suppose, about your recent accident in their lab."
"And why on earth would I talk to you about about it?"
"Because I know what you're going through," Vlad replied.
"No offense—actually, yes offense," Danny said, "but I'm pretty sure you have no idea what I'm going through."
Vlad raised an eyebrow, and then his blue eyes glowed a sinister red. Danny gasped and his eyes blew wide in shock.
"No offense, Daniel," he said, "but I'm pretty sure I do." He let the light fade and smiled, a little smug, but not unkindly. "May I come in?"
Danny nodded mutely and let Vlad through before closing the door behind him.
"You're like me," he said incredulously. "How?"
"The portal in which you had you own accident was not the first your parents made," Vlad began to explain. He straightened up Danny's blankets before taking a seat on his bed. "When we were in college, the three of us formed a paranormal science club, and we made a prototype portal. It didn't work, but it did turn on and... badly injured me when it did so.
"Your father turned it on, actually. He got a little over-excited and hit the button prematurely. I was very angry at him about it for a while, but... bygones." He shrugged.
Danny continued to stand in the center of his room, staring openly at the man who'd already made himself comfortable and was casually describing what must've been a horrific accident—if it was anything like Danny's, that is—as if it were nothing more than another boring anecdote about his past.
"I spent years in the hospital after my accident," Vlad continued. "Your parents were the only people who ever visited me. I was so unsightly after my own accident that all my other quote-unquote 'friends' couldn't stand to look at me."
"You look alright now," Danny observed.
"Ha!" Vlad barked a short laugh. "Not without effort, I assure you."
"Do my parents know you're—"
"Oh, heavens no, can you imagine the embarrassment?" Vlad scoffed. "Of all the things to do me in, ecto-acne was what did it. No, bad enough I had to suffer the nasty condition for so long, nobody needs to know how much it truly affected me."
"Ecto-acne?" Danny questioned.
Vlad waved him off. "Never mind that. Now that I've told you my story, would you care to share yours?"
"I..."
Vlad patted the empty space on the bed next to him. "You can lock the door if you're worried about someone coming in."
"No, you'll just tell my parents," Danny said. "You're their friend, not mine."
"If you don't want me to tell them, I won't tell them," Vlad refuted. "In fact I said as much to them earlier today. Death, even half-death is a very personal thing, and no matter how close I am to your parents, I would never disregard your privacy in such a matter. I may be their friend, but I'm your godfather."
"You promise you won't tell them anything?" Danny asked.
"I promise," Vlad confirmed, then smiled lightly. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
He patted the bed beside him again, but this time Danny sat. He didn't speak at first, but after a long moment of getting his thoughts in order, he opened his mouth an began to tell his story.
"My friends and I were just... messing around I guess," he said. "I told them about my parents portal, and how they were upset because it didn't work, and they wanted to see it, so I showed them. Sam wanted to get some pictures, and she asked if she could get one of me inside. At first, I said no because I thought it might be dangerous, but... I figured the portal didn't work anyway, and it would be kind of cool, so I did it.
"She got her picture, but then, on my way out... I guess I put my hand on the wall. I don't know what happened, I felt something move under my fingers and then... the portal turned on."
"You were inside it at the time?" Vlad asked, sounding surprised. "Standing fully inside?"
"Yeah," Danny confirmed. "You weren't?"
Vlad shook his head. "No, the prototype portal was only about as big as a desktop computer monitor. I couldn't have stood inside if I wanted to. I was standing in front of it when it turned on, and it... well, I suppose you could say it quite literally blew up in my face."
"Oh..." Danny got real quiet for a moment, and then asked, "Do you still remember how painful it was when it turned on?"
Vlad stiffened, and he got a faraway look on his face. "Every day," he replied. "That agony has stayed with me for twenty years."
"That's comforting," Danny grumbled.
Vlad tilted his head in acknowledgement. "I wish I could give you better news, but something that changes you on such a fundamental level was never going to simply fade away."
"The scar will, though, right?" Danny asked. "He pulled up his sleeve to reveal an angry red Lichtenberg figure sprawling across his forearms and disappearing under his sleeve. "The doctors said it should fade in a day or two, but it's been a month now and.... But you said the portal blew up in your face, and I don't see any scars there, so it will fade, won't it?"
That scar felt like it was staring at Vlad even harder than he was staring at it. His eyebrows drew together in sympathy and anguish. He reached into his pocket and his fingers closed around the small make-up kit he always carried around for touch ups.
"I'm afraid not, my boy," Vlad said apologetically, and pulled up his own sleeve to reveal the pock marks scattered on his forearm. "I use make-up to cover the ones on my face, but death scars never fade. Be grateful you only have the one."
Danny stared down at the marks with despair written all over his face.
"If it's any consolation, you do get used to them," Vlad assured him, pulling his sleeve back down to cover the marks. "It will always remind you of what happened every time you see it, and the memories will always hurt, but the pain, like all pain, gets boring after a while, and starts to carry less weight."
"Really?" Danny covered up his own scar again, but looked up a Vlad hopefully.
"Yes, really," Vlad said. "Humans are the most adaptable creatures on the planet, and, despite everything, you are still human to some extent. As am I."
Danny smiled a bit at that. He'd be ruminating on the fact that he wasn't fully human anymore for the past month, and the reminder that he was still human, at least in part, was more than welcome. It was a nice reprieve, actually.
"How long did it take for you to realize you had changed?" Vlad asked. "Not long, I suspect."
"No, not long at all," Danny said with a slight laugh. "I went into the portal human and came out a ghost, so that was my first clue. When Jazz and my parents came down in a rush after hearing my screams, I was able to change back just on impulse, although I had no idea how I did it at the time. I think maybe I just passed out and turned human automatically.
"Then I got rushed to the hospital."
"So... it was instantaneous for you?" Vlad asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Yeah... it wasn't for you?"
"No, it wasn't," Vlad said, his shoulders slumped and his face fell. "My... condition took much longer to kill me than that. It was years before it had run its course and I discovered how it had changed me and what I could do."
As soon as he saw the pity on Danny's face, Vlad averted his gaze. It had been twenty years since his accident. He didn't need pity anymore. He never had.
"That sounds awful," Danny observed.
Vlad almost laughed at how obvious the statement was.
"Yes, quite," he agreed. "But I've had plenty of time to come to terms with it. You, on the other hand, are still in the existential angst part of your journey. 'What am I? Where do I belong? What do I do with myself? How should I use these powers? Did I even deserve to half-survive? Should something like me even exist?' these questions and more keeping you up into the wee hours of the night. Am I close?"
"Dead on, actually," Danny said, his shoulders sagging. "I haven't been sleeping very well lately."
Vlad put his hands behind him and leaned back slightly on the bed.
"Well that's in part because you simply don't need as much sleep as you once did," Vlad noted. "The more time you spend in your ghost form, the less sleep your human form needs. It's all to do with the delegation of energy.
"Ghosts and humans regain energy and use energy in ways that are too different to be compatible with each other. Your human brain, body, and internal functions can't consume energy when you're in ghost form, so you don't need to recharge as much in human form, and vice-versa. You may have noticed you don't get hungry as much as you used to either."
"Yeah, actually," Danny confirmed, a little incredulous.
Vlad smiled at him. "I had to figure all this out on my own, but if you accept my help, you won't have to go through all the trial and error that I did. I'm more than happy to teach you.
"I'm only planning on staying in Amity park for a few days because I do have to get back to my business eventually, but I'll give you my contact information, direct line so you won't have to go through my assistants. That way, if you have any questions, or need help with anything, you can reach out to me, and I'll do my best to answer any question you may have."
For a long moment, Danny just stared at Vlad, like he was trying to see through the thick layer of make-up on his face to the scars beneath. Vlad inhaled deeply and tried not to squirm under the teenager's gaze.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Danny asked. "Just 'cause you're friends with my parents? You barely know me."
"For the same reason you were willing to open up to me, even though you don't have any memories of me before today, I suppose," Vlad answered with a shrug. "It's... it's a relief to know that I'm not alone anymore, especially after all the years. It's terribly lonely to be one-of-a-kind, isn't it?"
Danny nodded and looked down at the floor.
"Besides, even if we don't know each other very well anymore, I'm still your godfather," Vlad reminded him. "I do rather have a responsibility to be nice to you, even if you were a wretched, awful boy, which, thankfully, you don't seem to be."
The not wretched, not awful boy chuckled softly.
"Now, is there anything else you want to talk about?" Vlad asked. "It's getting fairly late."
Danny shook his head. "But uh... thanks for coming all this way just to talk to me."
"I would have flown in from another country," Vlad assured him. He stood up from the bed and straightened his clothes. "Would you uh... like a... hug or something? Physical affection isn't really my forté, but—"
"No," Danny cut him off. "No hugs, thanks."
"Good, good," Vlad agreed awkwardly. "Ah!"
He reached into his pocket and took out one of his business cards. On the back, he wrote his personal phone and email address, along with the words 'direct line', so that Danny would be able to reach him directly.
"Hold onto that, reach out whenever you need to," he said, handing the card to Danny. "Might I suggest that, now that you don't need as much sleep as you used to, you use the extra time to work on your homework? Your parents tell me your grades have been slipping since the accident, and while that's perfectly understandable, you really ought to try to maintain at least a 'C' average.
"Trust me, you don't want to be in high school any longer than is absolutely necessary, I assure you. Your life will improve dramatically after high school graduation, and anyone who says 'high school is the best years of your life' is an idiot of the highest caliber. I spent a good portion of my college years hospitalized, and it was still better than high school. You do not want to be held back a year."
"Noted," Danny said, looking vaguely horrified at the prospect. "I'll get going on that homework."
Vlad nodded curtly and left the room. He headed down the hall to Jack and Maddie's bedroom, but of course they hadn't gone to bed yet, so instead he headed down to the lab to say goodbye before he went to his hotel for the night. They had offered him their couch, since they didn't have a guest room, but he had politely refused. It wasn't as if he needed to save money on this trip, and the four-star hotel he'd found was much more comfortable than their old, stained couch.
"Still working into the wee hours, I see," he commented when he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Vladdie!" Jack greeted, boisterously as always. "How did it go with Danny."
"It went very well," Vlad replied. "After I told him about my experience, he was willing to open up to me about his—although as I expected, he asked me to keep it between us. Still, I think you'll find his demeanor will start to improve now that he had some one he can relate to. He'll probably never be exactly as he was before, but no one ever is."
Maddie stepped over and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "Thank you Vlad, truly," she said into his ear, and he blushed so hard he feared that Jack might see it through his many layers of foundation. "You're a life-saver."
He cleared his throat when she let him go. Even after all these years of being happily friends with her and Jack, his feelings for her hadn't gone away entirely. They probably never would.
"Think nothing of it," he said. "I'm always happy to come to the aid of my god-children, and to you."
She smiled at him, and Jack gave him a hearty pat on the back that nearly bowled him right over. Another thing that hadn't changed after all these years was that Jack still didn't know his own strength.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I only came down for a brief chat and to say goodbye—"
"No! You're leaving already Vladdie?" Jack looked positively crestfallen.
"Relax, Jack," Vlad said. "I'm only going to my hotel for the night. I'll be back tomorrow. The three of us have a lunch appointment, remember? And I agreed to go bowling with you on Saturday. I'm staying in town for six days, you dope." He shook his head, though he couldn't deny it was just a bit fond.
"Oh, hehe. Right," Jack said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "We'll see you tomorrow, then."
"Wouldn't miss it, Jack," Vlad said. "And it's been a delight as always, Maddie. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Vlad!" they both called up after him as he ascended the basement stairs with a hidden smile.
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Ghost!Robin Part 12
My job ended so now I'm only part time employed. And I'm on vacation! So you get this chapter early in the day because I have plans later tonight. I think I'll have something to post next week, but I'm not sure. I'll be pretty busy this week, but the people I'm staying with do have work and school and stuff, so I should have time while they're doing that. Idk.
Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason. Looks like he was breaking his promise.
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Danny just blinked at him in confusion. “Who else was there? My accident is what activated the portal and started letting ghosts through. My fault, my responsibility. And since I became half ghost, I had the powers necessary to fix it. My parents were incompetent at best. I just did what had to be done. ”
Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “If your parents were so incompetent, who trained you? Who helped you?”
“I mean, at first it was just Sam, Tucker, and I. They were present for my accident and helped me figure out my powers. Jazz figured it out a few months later and covered for me until she eventually revealed she already knew and then started helping more actively. And eventually I made a bunch of allies in the Realms and they started teaching me. I’m learning sword fighting from the Fright Knight and Pandora, diplomacy from Queen Dorathea, medicine from my doctor, and so many more things. It’s why I’m not worried about getting a GED. I’m so swamped with lessons and responsibilities that I just don’t have the time right now. Even if my grandfather is the master of time.”
Surprisingly, it was Alfred who asked the next question. “Do you ever have time to rest?”
Danny grinned. “Absolutely. When it all gets to be too much, I call up my partners or little sister and run away for a bit. My council then pretends I’m harder to find than I am. Or I’ll fight them off if I’m not ready to go back yet. I won my title through trial of combat, after all. No one can beat me.”
Jazz pouted at him. “You could call me up more often for those escapades, you know.”
Danny laughed. “Call up Ms. Responsibility to help me shirk? Nah, you’re where I go when I need to focus and can’t do it anymore.”
She smiled at him. “I suppose I can settle for that.”
Damian tilted his head. “We have conducted extensive background checks on Jasmine after her relationship with Todd became known. You do not have a younger sister.”
“I do,” said Danny. “Her name is Dani-with-an-i and she’s either two years younger than me or fourteen depending on how you look at it.”
“You’ve been cloned?” Tim was staring at him, so shocked he’d even stopped typing.
“Dani doesn’t like being called my clone. She’s my sister and her own person.”
Tim shook his head. “No, sorry, I said that wrong. My best friend is a clone. Superboy.”
“Oh!” Danny grinned. “I get it. Dani would love an introduction if you think he’d be interested. Superboy was also created by a creepy billionaire who was obsessed with his template, right? They’d have so much in common.”
“Wait,” said Jason. “Vlad Masters actually cloned you? He’s not just some creepy rich dude but legit mad scientist?”
Jazz shrugged. “Supervillain more like. But we’ve got it mostly under control. Bruce, if he tries to set up a meeting with you between Wayne Enterprises and VladCo, let me know? He likes to overshadow his competitors and make them sign over their companies. It’s how he became mayor in Amity. But he won’t do anything if Danny or I are there.”
“Overshadow?” asked Bruce.
“Possession,” Tim answered for Danny. “Apparently it’s a basic ghost power.”
Bruce closed his eyes. “Of course it is.” Looking to Danny, he asked, “What else are basic ghost powers?”
“As I demonstrated earlier, flight—well, it’s more gravity nullification, but semantics—invisibility, intangibility. Then there’s ectoblasts—” he formed one in his hands and tossed it from hand to hand “—overshadowing. Um… and most ghosts have at least one extra power directly tied to their obsession. Like, Boxy, er ,the Box Ghost, has control over cardboard boxes. Lunch Lady has control over food. Things like that.” With a wave of his hands, he dissipated the ectoblast.
“And Vlad Masters has used these powers to win an election and steal other’s companies.”
“He also has the power of duplication. I’m working on it, but can only maintain two duplicates at a time and it takes a ton of concentration. Vlad can maintain dozens if not hundreds at once. And each duplicate can overshadow someone. It’s why he’s such a pain to fight.”
Jason raised his hand. “I’m sorry, can you back up for a sec. How long has Vlad had these powers?”
Jazz shrugged. “Since his university days with Jack and Maddie. There was an accident and Vlad got ghost powers like Danny.”
“Uh-huh.” Jason’s voice was tight and a slow spread of anger was filling the room. “And you first met him when you were a kid, right?”
“Yeah,” said Danny. “It was a few months after my accident, so I was fourteen.”
“Did he, a grown-ass man, start fighting you, a kid right from the beginning?”
“Look, it’s fine. He’s a fruitloop. I know that. He wanted to kill my dad and marry my mom and play father-son with me from the moment we met. And yeah, the fights were hard when I was a kid. But I’m way stronger than him now. He’s just got that one trick that is a bitch to account for. I’m fine. Have been fine. And now I’m old enough and disowned so my parents can’t even force me to spend time with him anymore.”
Robin face palmed at his last words and Danny threw his hands up in the air.
“What did I say this time? I’m fine!”
Bruce frowned. “I’m sorry the adults in your life have failed you so badly. I know you said you are receiving training from other mentors, but I do have extensive experience fighting with and against metas and will share my methods with you. Both you and your sister, excuse me, sisters are welcome here any time and I’ll make sure we have some rooms set aside for you anytime you’re on Earth and in New Jersey.”
Damian jumped to his feet, “Father!”
But before he could say more than that, Dick had rushed to his side and slapped a hand over his mouth and began whispering in his ear. Steph moved seats so the two brothers could sit next to each other.
Robin was grinning and pumping his fists in the air. He sent out welcome, family vibes towards Danny.
Emotions that were echoed by Jason who added a protect layer to them.
Duke let out a whoop. "I won't be the only meta around! Promise me you'll come by a lot."
Danny shook his head, but couldn’t stop the smile. “So, you’ve decided I’m not a threat, then?”
“Hn. It seems like you were a child, put into an impossible situation, failed by all the adults who should’ve protected you, and that you excelled anyway.”
Jason pointed his fork at Danny. “But don’t let him put you at ease. He will figure out ways to neutralize you if you end up going evil or get mind controlled. He does it to everyone, even Superman and Superman is his best friend.”
At that, Danny couldn’t help but laugh. “Good!”
Pulses of surprise came from both Robin and Jason.
“Look, I’ve faced both an evil future version of me and have had to deal with mind control.” He looked to Bruce and, serious now, said, “As soon as the Anti-Ecto Acts are repealed and the Guys in White disbanded, I will help you write those plans myself.”
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The family is finally warming up to Danny and at least some of them want to bring them in! Damian is the least happy about it.
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Green Sky Highway
Phic Phight Phic for @deuynndoodles
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The Fenton Ecto Cell Bettery (aka the Better Battery) was designed to draw power from not only an internal, pre-charged store of ectoplasm, but also from ambient, atmospheric ectoplasm. This meant that it would never run out of juice so long as it was in the Ghost Zone. The Specter Speeder was designed to travel in the Ghost Zone. Thus, the Betteries were the perfect power source for it. In theory.
In practice… Well, that just wasn’t working out, and Maddie didn’t know why. She gripped the underside of the dash and tried to push herself deeper beneath it to get a better view of the machinery.
“Maddie? You see anything?” asked Jack, who couldn’t fit under the dash. He’d been inspecting as much of the engine as he could from the inside, which wasn’t much. The Speeder wasn’t designed to be serviced while free-floating in the Ghost Zone.
Which, now that she thought of it, was a serious oversight.
“Everything looks fine,” said Maddie. “Except that it doesn’t have any power. Nothing’s lighting up, but all the connections look good. You?”
“I can’t get anything to work. Anything. It’s like… we’re in some kind of technological dead zone. But that doesn’t make sense.”
Maddie pulled herself out to see Jack vigorously scratching his head and shedding dandruff everywhere. “Ghosts do tend to disrupt technology.”
“But we fixed that. We designed all our weapons to work with that.”
“We know there are things we don’t know,” said Maddie, “and it’s always good to find new things! Though not pleasant to find them out like this…” They should really test their inventions more, honestly.
But it had been over a year of testing since they opened the portal. They had to jump in at some point, didn’t they? That was the whole point of the portal.
She sighed. “Well, we didn’t have a lot of forward momentum when the portal cut out.” She looked out the window. “We could see if we can get out and engage our jetpacks.”
“Uh, about that,” said Jack. He swung open the door to the jetpack cabinet. The empty jetpack cabinet. “I may have forgotten to put them back after refueling them.”
“Jack…”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Maddie massaged the bridge of her nose with her mostly-clean knuckles. This was a repeat of the handle inside the weapons vault. At least he wasn’t pushing the blame for it back onto Danny or Jazz. That would definitely have started a fight.
On the other hand, there really wasn’t any guarantee the jetpacks would even still be functional, so maybe it was for the best. For certain values of best.
She groaned.
There was a knocking sound. “Is that coming from the engine?” Maddie asked.
“No…” said Jack, slowly. “I think it came from the door…”
They both turned to stare. Something moved outside it. They shifted to get a better view out the window.
Phantom was out there, tapping on the door with a ten-foot pole.
“That little unnatural abomination,” cursed Jack under his breath. “He’s going to scratch the paint!”
Phantom apparently saw them and waved. “Hey!” he shouted, just loud enough to be heard through the walls of the Speeder. “Do you guys need a lift?”
Jack and Maddie turned to each other.
“How did he know we were here?”
“I don’t know,” said Jack. “Do you think he followed us?”
“It wouldn’t be difficult, but I’m surprised he didn’t show up on our detectors.”
“He does seem to have the ability to drop off of them.”
“True,” said Maddie. “So, how do we handle this? Fenton bat?”
“I don’t know, Mads. He might be, uh, sincere? That time with the ectofiltrator he did help me.”
“That’s one, single, datapoint. He’s a been a menace every other time we’ve encountered him.”
“I don’t know that we have much other choice,” said Jack, nodding towards the dead engines and the empty jetpack cabinet.
Maddie huffed out a sigh, then looked back at Phantom, who waved again.
“Fine. We still have to decide how to deal with him while we’re cooperating with him. Or if he decides to show his true colors.”
“Good idea.”
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Danny knew this had been a terrible, terrible idea the moment his parents opened the door to the Speeder armed to the teeth. Why did they always feel the need to do that? None of the weapons, with the possible exceptions of the Fenton Bat and the Fenton Crowbar could even work here.
How his parents had, on their first jaunt into the Ghost Zone, managed to run smack into the Time Locked Lands was beyond him. They had to go to the one place in the Ghost Zone that the Speeder wouldn’t work and after coating the Speeder with some kind of anti-ghost spray that Danny absolutely refused to touch again. Ever. Especially in ghost form. Except with a ten-foot pole.
(If they’d left the spray off, he could have just pushed the Speeder back out of the Time Locked Lands. But, no, they had to make everything as difficult and painful as possible.)
“I am not carrying all that,” said Danny, flatly.
(Especially because it would all turn back on once they left the Time Lost Lands, and if there wasn’t a Specter Deflector under all that, he’d eat his own belt.)
“Then we aren’t going anywhere with you!” proclaimed Maddie.
“You’re stranded in the middle of the Ghost Zone. I don’t think you have a choice.”
“We do!”
“I could literally just fly over there and snatch you right now. Plus, again, stranded. Do you even have any food in there?”
“Of course we do!” said Maddie. “We aren’t incompetent.”
Jack looked guilty. Danny decided not to bring it up.
“Okay, but still, you’re going to run out eventually, and then you’ll still be floating in the Ghost Zone with no way to get out. You aren’t going to get another friendly ghost coming by.”
“I’ve never seen a friendly ghost to begin with!”
“Maddie…”
“I can just leave, you know,” said Danny, planting his hands on his hips and bluffing for all he was worth. He was not leaving his parents here to be used as hostages or who knew what else.
Hopefully, they wouldn’t call the bluff. They shouldn’t. No sane, reasonable person would. He was their only way out of this mess. On the other hand, his parents had never been completely sane, reasonable people.
Danny thought his odds were about fifty-fifty. Which meant he could hope.
Jack and Maddie had an intense, whispered conversation. This, thankfully, lead to them divesting themselves of most of their visible weaponry. Which meant that they still had more guns on them than most professional soldiers during a firefight.
Well, it was better than he’d expected. But it was still too many.
“Take the Specter Deflectors off,” he said. “What do you think will happen if I try to carry you and you have those on.”
There was muttering.
“Come on, come on,” said Danny, snapping his fingers. Which really shouldn’t work through his gloves but did anyway.
Sometimes ghost nonsense was good for making lasers fly from your hands, and sometimes it was good for tiny aesthetic breaks in physics. It was a grab bag, really.
“Alright,” said Danny. “I’m going to fly over and pick you up. Don’t hit me.”
Oh, jeez, he was not looking forward to carrying them all the way over to the portal. Sure, he could bench press a school bus, but there was a difference between holding up a school bus for a minute and carrying two people who hated his guts a mile through enemy territory while flying slowly enough not to give them windburn.
Sure, it’d probably only take a few minutes, even then, but those would be the longest few minutes in his entire life. Not counting his actual death.
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Being carried by Phantom had to be the single worst experience in Jack’s entire life.
It wasn’t the speed or the lack of control – he loved carnival rides – or the height – Jack couldn’t tell you how many buildings he’d jumped off in pursuit of ghosts – or even the fact that Phantom was a sinister specter, and ectoplasmic emanation, a putrid piece of protoplasm – he’d been carried by ghosts before, usually ones who were a lot more upfront about wanting to kill him.
Actually, Jack didn’t know why he didn’t like it. He just didn’t.
Maybe it was just how uncomfortable it was? But Jack did way more uncomfortable things. Like interacting with his sister-in-law. Brr.
Maybe it was the lurking feeling behind every interaction he ever had with Phantom that there was something he just wasn’t seeing, some hidden truth that would make everything about Phantom, every contradiction, every confusion, make sense.
Nah, that couldn’t be it. Maddie would have figured it out by now. That’s why they made such a great team. He noticed the things she didn’t, and she noticed the things he didn’t.
“You’re going the wrong way,” snapped Maddie.
Just like that!
Wait. That was a really bad thing.
“I’m not going the wrong way,” snapped Phantom. “I’m avoiding Walker’s prison. I don’t know how he didn’t catch you on your way out, but I’m not eager to be thrown in jail for a thousand years.”
“Ghosts have jail?” asked Jack surprised.
“Depends where you are,” said Phantom. “Walker isn’t really a sheriff, though. There’s no government behind him and he just makes up rules randomly so he can lock up anybody he doesn’t like.”
“Like you,” observed Jack.
“Why doesn’t it surprise me that you’re even wanted by whatever passes for the law here?”
“First, rude. Secondly, there are realms in here that are just as organized and civilized as any country on Earth. Just because you opened your portal into the equivalent of post-apocalyptic Detroit doesn’t mean it’s all like this.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” said Maddie.
“I could arrange that, you know,” said Phantom, stilling.
Jack laughed nervously. “Maybe another time?” The ghost would do what it would do, but they didn’t need to encourage him to bring them even deeper into the Ghost Zone. They were currently banking on Phantom’s obsession with heroics to get them home, but if they changed the equation… Yeah, Jack didn’t want to deal with the consequences of that.
Ghosts were like computers that ran only one program. One homicidal, destructive program.
It was like that thought experiment about an AI whose job was to maximize the number of paperclips. It’d just keep on making more and more paperclips until nothing was left. Which was why they had to be stopped.
Easier said than done, as Jack and Maddie had learned.
“You don’t have to be so freaked out,” muttered Phantom. “It isn’t like I’m going to kidnap you or anything.” He pretended to sigh.
What was the point of that? He had to know that Jack and Maddie wouldn’t fall for his tricks. Actually, come to think of it, he was miming breathing, too, and had been the whole time.
Maybe that’s why Jack was so uncomfortable. The constant undercurrent of deception.
Hmmm… something to think on.
“What’s that?” asked Maddie, pointing.
“Uh,” said Phantom, who did a double take.
Ooh, that wasn’t reassuring.
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Danny clenched his teeth, his parents’ reactions to him weren’t reassuring, and even less reassuring was the way Pariah’s Keep had moved from its usual creepy location and to this new creepy location. Not that there were any non-creepy locations in the Ghost Zone. It was part of the place’s charm.
No, really. Some part of Danny craved the creepiness. He was half-ghost, after all.
(Even if his idea of creepiness was, according to his friends, sort of lame.)
But back to the main point. The keep really, really shouldn’t be here. And it was creeping him out.
It should be okay to just… fly past it, though, right? Just being in its airspace in the past hadn’t done anything bad. So, flying by with his parents in tow shouldn’t do anything either. Right?
Danny put on more speed, just in case. This coincided with a bunch of large ghost ravens (or were they crows?) dive bombing them and forcing him to land to defend himself and parents. The only land around being the rim of the island that supported the keep.
He knew something like this would happen. Maybe not exactly this, but he just knew he’d be attacked and everything would devolve into nonsense, and—
Huh. The birds weren’t attacking him, just his parents. Oh, these were racist (mortalist?) birds. Gross. Trust Pariah Dark to have bigoted birds. He called up a shield to protect his parents. Whereupon they shot him in the back, shouting about how he betrayed them to the birds, because why not?
Why was his life like this?
He pushed himself up off the ground. Starbursts twinkled behind his eyes. Neither his parents nor the crows were in sight. The crows could have gone anywhere. His parents on the other hand…
There was only one place they could have gone.
Well. At least none of the nonsentient traps would work on them, seeing as they were humans. What were the odds that they’d run into one of the sentient defenders?
Well… considering the ravens?
Yeah. That’d be about one hundred percent.
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“Maddie, I don’t know about this…” said Jack, examining the tall, vaulted ceiling.
“We had to get away from Phantom. This was the only way to go.”
“But he came here for a reason, Mads,” whispered Jack, tip-toing.
“Yeah, this is definitely a trap. But what can we do?”
“Jack? Maddie? This is not a place you want to wander around in! Oh, holy—” There was a loud thump.
Maddie grabbed Jack’s hand and pulled him forward. “We have to get away from him.”
“Come on! This is a floating island! I’m your only way off! Why are you like this?”
“He has a point,” said Jack.
Maddie stopped. “I guess he does.”
“This is literally the worst place you could have picked to run away!” A sound like a very large door opening and closing reached their ears. “This is Pariah Dark’s place! Where did you even go?”
“Mads?”
“Yeah?”
“Who’s Pariah Dark?”
“I think that was the name of the ghost that sucked the town into the Ghost Zone a few months ago.”
“Please, guys! I’m trying to help you here! This place is ultra-dangerous! You could accidentally – yikes! – wake up Pariah Dark.”
“Maybe we should…”
“Yeah,” said Maddie, “maybe we should.”
“Phantom!” called Jack. “Phantom! We’re over—” The floor opened up underneath them and they fell into the dark.
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Maddie woke to a dark room, tied to a chair. She noticed the faintly glowing ghost in front of her and jolted backwards.
The ghost wore a set of painted and engraved plate armor, a pair of lavender-white eyes glowing from behind the slats of its visor. A knight, of sorts, Maddie supposed.
“You…” droned the ghost in a painfully stereotypical ghostly moan. “Enemies of the king… why have you come here?”
“Huh?”
That was Jack’s voice. He was tied behind her, apparently.
“We don’t have anything to say to you,” snapped Maddie.
“Uh,” said Jack. Something twisted behind Maddie. “Are you a friend of Phantom?”
“A friend? A friend?”
“I’m going to take that as a no,” muttered Maddie.
The door of the room flew off its hinges. “Fright Knight!” shouted Phantom, pointing a glowing finger. “Wait, you aren’t Fright Knight. Who are you, and what do you want with my- With, uh, the Fenton ghost hunters? Who I don’t know very well at all. Promise.”
“What,” said the ghost.
“What,” said Maddie.
“What,” said Jack.
“Okay, forget everything I just said.” He gestured at the ghost. “Who are you?”
“My name is Paladin, my liege.”
“Okay, okay, cool, cool. I- Wait, what? What did you call me?”
“My liege?”
Phantom looked like he was having an existential crisis.
“Maddie was right!” exclaimed Jack, who couldn’t see Phantom’s face. “You did lead us into a trap!”
“What? No? I’ve never even met this guy before! You are a guy, right?”
“Yes, my liege.”
“Right. I’m going to put that on the backburner and freak out about it later. How are you- Why are you—” Phantom shook his head. “Why are you here in Pariah’s Keep?”
“It’s your keep.”
“Since when?”
“Say what now?” asked Jack and Maddie at once.
“Look, this is news to me, too. But, back to the question. You. The keep. Why? I mean, you weren’t here before.”
“That is because Pariah sealed me, my liege. When you defeated him, I was released and immediately swore fealty to the true king. You.”
“I am so freaking out right now, but we’ll revisit that. Later. Right now, I have to get these guys home.”
“But they have hostile intentions towards your person, my liege!”
“Everyone has hostile intentions towards me. I’m honestly surprised you haven’t attacked me yet.”
“Ah. My liege, perhaps you should seek the services of a priest, if all your experiences with new people are such.”
“Is that the medieval equivalent of a therapist?”
“I fear I do not know what that is. Why do you ask?”
“Because the last time I talked to one of those, they purposefully picked at every one of my insecurities and then tried to murder my, uh. Someone close to me.”
“An evil counselor, then,” said the knight, gravely.
“I want to agree with you, but somehow I feel like you’re talking about something completely different than the image in my head.”
“That may be true, my liege. Doubtless, you are very wise.”
Maddie was… lost.
Very lost.
Even so, her prerogative was escaping. She started twisting, trying to get to the knots around her wrists.
“Did you, uh, pilot the castle out here?”
“Yes. I sensed that mortal enemies of the king, that’s you—”
“I will debate that as soon as my brain stops screaming at me.”
“—had entered the Realm.”
“Right. Yeah. Thank you. But I can handle these guys. And I need to get them home. Please. I made a deal with them.”
“With these?”
“Hey!” said Jack, offended.
“I mean, I use the term deal pretty loosely.”
“Hey!”
“But yes. Please. Just. Dang. How did you tie them up that quickly?”
“It’s a hobby.”
“Do you mind if I take the chairs?”
“They are your chairs, my liege.”
“I’m still not used to that.”
“Are you quite certain you want to take them? And just… Let them loose? The dungeon here is very functional. We even have an oubliette.”
“Raincheck. But thank you. Really, I mean it.” Phantom flew behind Maddie, and she protested as the chair she was in was yanked upward. “Uh… I might have gotten turned around a time or two, so if you could…”
“Of course! The keep does seem to have sustained some damage, so we will have to take some detours.”
“Phantom! Phantom! Put us down and untie us.”
“Nah, I think I like this better. Your kids can untie you once I bring you back!”
“You’re going to drag us all the way through the Ghost Zone?”
“That’s the plan.”
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The rest of the flight was surprisingly pleasant. No one attacked, and his parents were much easier to carry in the chairs. Sure, they struggled, but the struggling was much more manageable than the wriggling from before.
They were mad at him. But they were always mad at him. So.
No loss, really.
With the utmost carefulness, Danny set them down in the middle of the lab, still tied up, and then began zapping then tossing their most troublesome inventions into the gaping maw of the portal while they screamed at him.
Normally, he wouldn’t do this, especially after successfully rescuing his parents and hopefully raising their opinion of him, but some of those inventions were painful. Like. A lot painful. And dangerous. Also, he was doing his level best to avoid thinking about the whole ‘king’ thing.
Which he couldn’t do forever.
Especially since Jazz walked down the stairs, probably drawn by the screaming, to see Danny shoving half of the Ghost Catcher through the portal sans-strings.
“Uh,” said Danny.
“Get that ghost, Jazzy-pants!”
Danny vanished and fled upstairs.
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Jazz had seen many strange things in her life, but that scene was one of the weirder ones.
It took some time to untie her parents, longer to extract herself from the ensuing rant and their attempt to salvage their equipment from Danny’s all-too-explicable rampage. Honestly, she was surprised Danny hadn’t snapped earlier.
She opened the door to his room. It was empty. She squinted. He was not just leaving her hanging like that, with no context to what happened other than their parents’ ranting. She opened her door.
Danny was lying on his side on the middle of her rag rug, hugging Bearbert Einstein.
“A ghost told me I was king and that I needed a priest.”
Oh boy.
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Rise Above Myself
Prompt: Danny is off to college, leaving Vlad in charge of keeping ghosts out of Amity park.
Prompt by: @going-dead
Word count: 3,532
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“You wanted to speak with me?”
Danny hummed an affirmative, patting the rooftop next to him. Vlad rolled his eyes, but sat down regardless. It wasn’t like anyone would see him up here, anyway. Besides, he didn’t want to drive the boy to anger any sooner than necessary.
In the years since they had first met, their relationship had become… complicated. They had surpassed the fighting, the whole ‘arch-nemesis’ thing, and had come to a truce of sorts. They were still in no way friends. Nor had he taken any sort of important role in the boy’s life, to his continuing disappointment.
But Danny would never join him. Vlad knew that, now. It was better not to fight, to be able to hold a conversation with the only person who would know what existence as a halfa was like. The only one who would be able to understand.
Besides, Vlad was no fool. He knew darn well that Danny had surpassed him in strength. And, for all the years of experience he had over the boy, he couldn’t beat the sheer combat experience Danny had, either. Even mentorship was a chance long lost – Danny seemed content with the mentors he could find for himself in the Ghost Zone.
“So, uhm.” Danny fidgeted, having finally broken the silence that had come over them. He started pulling on the edge of his glove – a nervous gesture he had taken up in his ghost form, Vlad knew. “I’m… leaving for college. This weekend.”
Vlad perked up at this. “Really? That’s excellent news, my boy!” And it was. He had long encouraged Danny to focus on his own life over Amity Park’s safety. He already sacrificed so much for this thankless city – he shouldn’t give up on college, too. To throw away his future, the remainder of his life, for people who would never appreciate what he had done for them.
“Heh, yeah.” Danny huffed out a laugh, a smile lingering afterwards. “I got my acceptance letter already – big fancy university a couple states away. Even at my current speed, it’s a few hours flying away.”
“Finally leaving the ghost hunting to the professionals then? Good for you.” Vlad noticed that Danny didn’t mention which university, or where. Still keeping secrets from him? Not surprising, but… a little disappointing.
“Something like that.” And now the smile turned a little malicious, a smirk instead. “You were part of the ghost hunting club, after all. And you study ghosts.”
“Me?” Vlad asked, incredulous. The boy was out of his mind if he thought that Vlad would take over for him. He had spend the past 4 years encouraging Danny to stop, after all.
“Well, yeah.” Danny’s posture remained loose, casual. Like he had no stake in this conversation – like he had already won the discussion. “You’re the only other half-ghost in the city. The only person who can fight the ghosts on their own terms – in the air, and without the need for technology.”
Then he leaned in closer, and added in a conspiring tone, “Unless you think you’re not up for it? I know that I’m stronger than you, but you should still outclass most ghosts that come here. And surely your incredible intellect will allow you to beat such pathetic enemies?”
Vlad sneered, baring his fangs in an automatic response. “Of course it’s not a matter of not being able to do it! But I am above such despicable, thankless work. To protect a city – a people – who would rather hate their protector than cheer him on. Please.”
“If that’s how you see it,” Danny responded with a shrug. “But just imagine what would happen if no one stopped the ghosts. You know that my parents will pick up the slack instead. Do you really trust my dad to keep Amity Park safe? To keep Mom safe?” He cocked his head at Vlad, that awful smirk still on his face. “After all, Valerie has already left for college. So has Jazz, and Sam and Tucker. It’s just my parents. And you.”
Vlad remained silent now. The boy, unfortunately, had a point. All capable ghost hunters had left the city – or would leave it soon enough. The Fentons really would be the only ones left – and as capable as Maddie was, Jack had an awful habit of getting in her way. There was… quite a risk of her getting hurt.
And while he knew he wouldn’t – couldn’t – have her, he still didn’t want anything to happen to her. Damn that boy for still knowing exactly which buttons to press.
But… perhaps he could make it manageable. Many of Danny’s enemies were humanoid – or at very least, somewhat intelligent. Surely he could get most of them to stay away by using his resources, rather than his fists? And being harsher than Danny against the ones that did come through would surely discourage them, too.
“Fine,” he finally hissed at the boy, glaring at him to drive the point home. “Fine, I will do it. But not for this accursed city – I’ll do it for Maddie.”
“Of course you will, Fruitloop,” Danny laughed back, grinning widely.
He shook his head, already making plans. If he arranged things correctly, it wouldn’t be much of a bother to take over for Danny. After all, how much time did the teen really spend on ghost hunting?
Unfortunately, as he soon discovered, Danny actually spend a lot of time hunting ghosts. Because while his most noticeable enemies tended to be the humanoid ghosts, the majority of his enemies were actually non-sentient. And while Vlad might’ve been able to sway some of the intelligent ghosts to stay away, it was the feral animals that took up so much of his time, now. They were neither strong nor threatening – to a ghost as powerful as him, at least – but they were common enough to be a bother.
A good number of Danny’s rogues gallery showed up as well. Skulker, once told that Vlad had taken over, seemed disappointed but left without resistance. Technus put up a decent fight, but could afterwards be convinced to stay in the Ghost Zone if Vlad paid him with bits of technology. He was sure that Technus would eventually assemble this into a mech before returning – which is why he only send the worst bits he could find.
One of the more notable encounters ended up being Ember, of all ghosts. She had put on quite a show – as she tended to do. When Vlad showed up instead of Danny, she had frowned at him and crossed her arms.
Before he could open his mouth to ask her to leave, she had irritably asked him, “Where’s the dipstick?”
He quickly connected the dots – and the less than stellar nickname – and answered. “Daniel has left for college. I’ve taken over for him.”
After this, she willingly left for the Portal. Vlad had felt accomplished over scaring off a ghost that Daniel usually fought – until he had heard her mutter, “Old man isn’t any fun compared to the kid.”
Really, all things considered, Vlad thought that he was doing a fairly good job. And perhaps Amity’s residents weren’t as happy about him as they had been about Daniel – surprising considering how badly they tended to think of Phantom – but that mattered little to him. Maddie was safe. Anything else was a lucky coincidence.
But of course, disaster always struck when life appears to be going well. And this case was no different.
The ghost of the days – or ghosts, this time – were known by Vlad. He had never faced off against them, but he was sure that he could handle it. The first, the weaker, was an easy catch. Bertrand, despite being a shapeshifter, was predictable.
Unfortunately, in catching the green blob first, Vlad had offered Spectra an opening.
Vlad knew how she worked, what she did. He was sure that he could deal with her. As another manipulative soul, surely she wouldn’t be able to do much to him?
But oh, he was so wrong about her. Her black wispy tail wrapped around him, sharp claws digging into his shoulders, and immediately all strength sapped from him.
“Oh, what’s this?” the specter hissed, her voice overly sweet and dripping with malicious intent. “Another little do-gooder, hmm?”
Vlad opened his mouth to answer, to retort – but the ghost dug her nails in even deeper and suddenly he just felt so tired.
“And you’re not even a real hero, are you? Just trying to impress someone who could never love you!” She laughed, but it was sharp and cutting and cold. “Just a sick old man desperate for things he will never get. Can never get!”
She shifted, angling herself so she was looking him right in the eyes. Faintly, he could see himself reflected in her empty red eyes – somehow hers looked even more soulless than his own. “And the only one who knows what you feel, who might understand, left you! And now there’s no one left to care about you, is there?”
He wanted to protest, but… she was right. Jack never cared – he was responsible for this whole thing, after all. Maddie had never reciprocated on his feelings – and she never would, now.
And Daniel… The only one like him… The boy had left him. Had dumped this miserable responsibility on him and left.
“This sickness of yours is your body talking to you, Vladdie.” The ghost leaned in even closer, her claws shifting from his shoulders and further up his body. Faintly, Vlad was aware of blood leaking down his neck – but he made no move to stop her from hurting him further.
Maybe… Maybe he did deserve this.
“You know what it’s telling you?” Her tone was conversational, honey-sweet. “It’s telling you that you should finish what you started and die!”
Her talon-like claw swung down. Vlad closed his eyes, waiting for the impact.
A whiz, like an ectoblast flying past. Hair-raising shrieking as Spectra released him, finally.
Vlad fell to the floor, looking bleary-eyed at the dark specter in front of him. Green smoke still spiraled away from her chest, where the blast must’ve landed.
Now that he was away from her constricting touch, Vlad’s mind started to clear. While Spectra had spoken the truth, she had twisted it – turned his own thoughts against him. She had only told him things he already knew – and things that simply weren’t true. Daniel hadn’t just left. Vlad himself had encouraged the boy!
And now the boy must’ve returned. As Spectra swiped away the last lingering smoke, Vlad realized this. Someone had fired at her, using green ectoplasm. That could only be a Fenton – either Danny, or one of his parents’ guns. And the parents wouldn’t have aimed for Spectra. Wouldn’t have saved him, at least.
He pushed himself upright, a retort fresh on his tongue. A tease to the boy, about how he could never stop his hero-work, no matter how much he might’ve wanted to. How he always protected everyone, no matter how bad they were.
And floating there was certainly a Phantom. Messy white hair, vibrant green eyes. Black and white jumpsuit – although this one a tad looser than the one usually seen.
“Leave him alone!” Dani snapped, green energy whirling around her clenched fists.
“Oh, and who’s this?” Spectra hummed, floating back a step or two. Her eyes were set on the clone now – she knew that Vlad was still weakened. “Another little failure who thinks she can stand up to me?”
Rather than take the words to heart, however, Dani smiled back. All teeth and no joy. “I don’t just think, lady.” She underlined the statement with a shot, a blast of superheated ectoplasm aimed straight at Spectra.
The shadowy ghost dodged, barely. “Is that so?” she purred, still eyeing up her new enemy.
Then suddenly she launched herself towards Dani. The clone wasn’t fast enough to evade her, and the two collided. Spectra pressed her into the dirt of the park, baring her teeth. “Do you really think that you can stand up to me? A little failed clone like you?”
Vlad had finally struggled himself back onto his feet, feeling his energy come back to him. But he hadn’t even recovered far enough for an ectoblast. Not yet.
An explosion of green, and Spectra was launched away. Dani pushed herself off of the ground, green energy still coiling in her aura. “Less talking and more butt-kicking!”
Spectra snarled, evading the follow-up blasts that Dani send her way. “And you really think that you can succeed where your original failed?”
She pinned the clone to a tree, leaning in close. “You really think that you can win, if more powerful ghosts, more experienced ghosts, couldn’t?”
Finally, finally, Vlad’s energy was back to a respectable level. Not one to be left out, he shot a blast of pink ectoplasm at the soul-sucking ghost. “It’s not polite to ignore your guests, Spectra,” he quipped.
She snarled, but Dani took this opportunity to blast the ghost as well. Confident that Spectra was finally pinned, Vlad used his telekinesis to draw the Thermos back to him. He had lost it earlier in the fight – although he wasn’t sure when.
The Thermos was an imitation, of course, but no less powerful for the fact.
“Goodbye,” he snarked at the ghost as he uncapped it. Dani gave her a short wave, as well. With a last shriek, Spectra was drawn into the ghost-catching device.
The fight was over.
And as little as Vlad wanted to admit it, the little clone had been an integral part of the fight. Without her contribution, Spectra would’ve killed him. And as much as he disliked her – her, and everything she stood for – he wasn’t enough of a jerk to ignore such a thing.
“I… thank you, Danielle,” he managed, finally. He could tell from her expression that she doubted the genuineness of his statement, so he added, “Without your help, she surely would’ve killed me.”
“Probably,” Dani agreed with a shrug. She looked away from him, her gaze turned downwards – she was kicking around a rock. “You were getting your butt handed to you pretty badly.”
“I– Yes, I’m afraid I was.” He frowned, confused by her blase attitude. And, now that he thought about it, her immunity to Spectra’s abilities. “Spectra’s insults have a way to… dig into one’s skin. Yet they didn’t seem to trouble you.”
Dani nodded, clearly catching on to his silent question. “Yeah, well. She didn’t say anything I haven’t heard before.” And now she looked back up again, her large green eyes locking onto his own. “After all, she didn’t say anything you haven’t said before. And your words were worse, because unlike Spectra, I actually cared about you!”
Her fists clenched, her eyes starting to look wet – but Dani was blinking away the tears before they could form. “You actually meant something to me! And yet you kicked me to the ground, like trash! Like I didn’t matter!”
He paused, taking in her emotional rant. He supposed that she had a point. He had cast her aside – she hadn’t mattered, because she wasn’t Daniel. “But then why did you save me?”
Shrugging, Dani offered him a wry smile. She swept a hand past her eyes – wiping away tears she hadn’t shed. “I’m not you,” she said. “I’m better than that. I won’t just let you die – especially if you’re trying to do the right thing for once.”
Then her smile turned a little more genuine. She added, with a joking tone, “But maybe you should leave the actual hero-work for younger ghosts, old man.”
“Maybe I should.” He looked at her, thoughtful. Sure, Danny had instructed him to keep Amity Park safe. But if he could convince Dani to take over instead… As long as Amity was safe, it would be fine, yes? “Perhaps we can come to an agreement, hm?”
The clone eyed him, now. She seemed to consider this. “What kind of agreement?”
“We can work together to protect Amity Park in Daniel’s stead,” he started to explain, folding his hands together. He was in his element now – the negotiation of tough deals. “You can take care of most of the ghosts, but we’ll work together against the stronger ones. In return for your efforts, I will pay you – both with money, and with a safe place to stay and food to eat. There is plenty of room in my mansion, after all.”
Then he quirked an eyebrow at her. “And, of course, I can offer training – guidance with your powers. Daniel never accepted – but you are not Daniel, are you?”
She rolled her eyes with a huff. “Now you’re getting it.” Then she fell quiet again as she thought over his proposal.
“Fine,” she finally said, nodding. “But the training won’t be set thing – only when I want to. All the other stuff sounds alright, but only if I get paid per ghost captured and for the amount of time it takes.”
“Very well.” He offered her his hand, and they shook on it. “Then I welcome you to Amity Park, Danielle. May it treat you better than it treated your cousin.”
He had initially seen it like hiring a professional ghost hunter. It was no different than when he had hired Valerie, after all. But that girl had been paid in equipment – this one was paid with food and a roof above her head, instead.
And it worked surprisingly well. Danielle, now that she was older and well-fed for once in her life, was a powerful ghost. She was intelligent and a quick-thinker – and had creative solutions to problems. The girl was a very capable defender – and Amity Park was glad to see a Phantom as their protector again, even if it wasn’t the same one.
Of course, Vlad had had a part in this. As mayor, he had announced the presence of the new ghostly protector of the town. Dani Phantom, he had explained, was a close relative of the Phantom that used to haunt Amity. And he assured the townspeople, that this ghost was certainly a good one. She would keep them safe.
Valerie dropping by didn’t hurt Danielle’s image, either. Her reputation as the Red Huntress was a shaky one, as the people who liked Phantom tended to distrust her, and vice-versa. But when she had announced that she was leaving Amity Park, many had mourned the loss of an excellent ghost hunter. Their only capable human protector.
So when the Red Huntress was spotted conversing with the new Phantom, people were quite curious. They were too high in the skies to overhear, but it was clear from their postures that they knew each other. They chattered on for quite a bit of time before Phantom flew off and Red lowered herself to the ground. She, too, announced that the new ghost was a good one.
The next few months passed with surprising ease. By the time Christmas rolled around, Danny returned to Amity Park to celebrate the holidays. The two of them met at the Christmas Truce party in the Ghost Zone, separating from the crowd so they could talk in private.
Vlad smirked at the boy – the young man, really. “Annoyed that I’ve found a loophole in our agreement, Daniel?” he asked, a taunting tone to his voice.
“What, do you think you somehow cheated our deal?” But Danny simply laughed, shaking his head. “No way. You did like, the complete opposite of that.”
Frowning, Vlad turned to face the boy properly. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Dude, you did all I wanted from you and more. I asked you to protect Amity Park for me, right? And not only have you done that, beyond what I asked for – you even helped Dani along the way.” He grinned at Vlad, expression brighter than Vlad had ever seen it before. “I just wanted to give you a second chance – I didn’t expect much from you except maybe the barest little bit of effort. And instead I find out that you’ve given Dani another shot, too. A roof, food, money – love.”
Vlad opened his mouth to protest this – he had only done what was necessary. Then he shut it again.
Because he hadn’t done just the necessary. He could’ve just offered Danielle money – she could’ve paid for food and a place to stay on her own. He hadn’t had to offer her his own house. But he did.
And… Danielle had grown on him. There were things about her, good things, that he had previously overlooked.
“I suppose that you’re right,” he finally grumbled.
Maybe… Maybe this whole ‘doing nice things’ thing… wasn’t as bad as he had thought.
#phic phight#phic phight 19#danny phantom#vlad masters#vlad plasmius#dani phantom#danny fenton#spectra#phanfic#phanfiction#dp fanfic#dp fanfiction#dark writes#i wrote this in less than 3 hours and edited it right after#it's half past midnight so some mistakes might've slipped past me#but i wanted to get this done before Endgame so#might be the last fic i write for the Phight
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Xmas Truce 2017
This one’s for @phantomfighter724. Happy holidays!
Danny hunched over the toilet, his body cleansing itself of everything it didn't like. His breakfast, bile—it all pooled in the murky water below.
He leaned his head down against the porcelain seat. He gave a halfhearted attempt at shifting his arms to support his sweaty face before giving up. His entire body felt like lead. His brain was clouded. He was a mess.
His stomach growled and he let out a whine of frustration. "What the hell," he muttered under his breath. What the hell was happening to him?
Out of the corner of his eye his phone lit up, and for a second he wondered why it was thrown haphazardly against the corner of the wall before he recalled tossing it out of his hand in his blind panic to reach the toilet on time. He winced, and braced himself for the worst. Fortunately, after a brief inspection, he found no additional cracks in his screen other than the small one in the corner he got from one of Skulker's brilliantly-failed attempts at kidnapping him.
A new message from Valerie popped up on the screen, and despite his situation he could help but grin a little. Befriending Valerie after she discovered his secret—connecting Dani's halfa status to his a little too easily—was a long, strenuous process. At first, it even seemed impossible, if their blatant disregard for the other's existence in school was anything to go by. But pent-up teenage emotion coupled with the constant necessity of teamwork during field-work eventually lead to an explosive argument. Valerie's hurt, Danny's insecurities, both of their mistrust in each other, everything came to light. It was violent, even if no blood was shed, and they walked away having said too many things they couldn't take back. Danny thought they were through.
They were, for a time. The silence didn't let up, but something shifted. Instead of angry silence, the air around them was uncomfortable. It was awkward, weird. Danny had never felt so unsure of how to act since his first day walking into Casper High two years ago. He was fourteen, and he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do.
It was Valerie who broke the silence first, sending him a text reading, “I can’t do this anymore. Let’s meet up for coffee after my shift ends today.”
That conversation was different. They actually listened rather than spewing out the first thing they could think of through their red-tinted eyesight. And while the duo spoke with blunt honesty, they were delicate with their words. Respectful of the situation.
At some point after that, Valerie joined him on his nightly patrols. Danny wasn't sure why, but he chose not to question it. At first they wouldn't talk other than the obligatory, "Ghost of there," or "Watch out," but it was a step. A tiny step, but a step nonetheless.
After about a week of this, however, Danny thought he was going to lose his mind over the stupid tension. So he choked out the first thing he could think of, "So...the weather."
It was by far the worst conversation starter in the book, and he could have sworn he saw Valerie nearly lose her balance on her hoverboard. His own face burned green, and he ducked down a few feet under her in a brilliant attempt to hide his embarrassment. Valerie definitely noticed, but for some reason she chose to go along with it.
So they talked. Their first conversation was nothing but superficial, the kind of small-talk one would have when dragged along to a dinner-party with their parents, but it marked the beginning of a budding friendship between the duo. Eventually, those nightly patrols turned into after-school homework sessions and then just Friday night hangouts. While all of their problems didn't disappear overnight, they worked through them. As friends. And then, eventually...
Received: 11:24am
Val: Hey, how you feeling?<3
Danny shook his head, as if attempting to clear the fog, and typed back a response.
Danny: not sure...i think it's getting worse
Val: Want me to come over?
Danny: don't bother i can handle it
Val: Ok I'm coming over.
Danny: seriously it's prob nothing bad
Val: Do you like tomato soup or chicken noodle better?
Danny: val it's a ghost thing u don't have to worry it'll probably pass soon
Val: Ok I'm bring both I'll be there in 10
Danny: ...ok
As stubborn as Danny could be, Valerie was worse. Danny wasn’t even sure why he still resisted her kindness, even if they were dating. Maybe it was his pride? Maybe he didn’t want to get her sick? Maybe he was still insecure about himself and felt less-than and unworthy of any amount of affection? Who knew, really.
Another pang of hunger swept through his body and he sighed, leaning against the wall for support. He closed his eyes and let the dizziness sweep over him. It was probably just a ghost flu, right? It had to pass soon, didn't it?
Ever since a particularly bad fight against Vortex, he's felt off. At first, he was just a little lightheaded. Ok, no big deal, he just had to drink water. Powerade. And for a time, that worked okay. Not great, but it put a band-aid over the issue for a bit.
That was, until the hunger-pains started. He woke up one day hungry. His body clenched up as if he hadn't eaten in days, despite having a large dinner the night before. He wolfed down his morning cereal, ignoring his mom's comments about his appetite, and took off for school. Instead of feeling ready to start the school day, he felt awful. His stomach still was cramped, and waves of nausea washed over him. A few days into this cycle later, his body finally gave up and he found himself hunched over a toilet halfway through first period.
Sam all but dragged him to the nurses office that day, forcing him to get a note to go home. He slept for the rest of that day—or tried his best—but whatever was wrong with him, it didn't pass. The next day he woke up, his hunger even stronger than the day before. He tried to force himself to eat something, but he couldn't. Even though his body screamed at him for anything goddamnit, his morning cereal looked...unappetizing. Gross.
Of course, Danny hadn't gotten so much as a cold since gaining his ghostly half. Sam had a theory that the ectoplasm coursing through his blood burned off any unwanted bacteria or viruses in his body. That theory, as uneducated of a guess as it was, was more likely true than not. It would also explain the lack of infections Danny's gotten, even though his blood has been exposed to the air too many times to be healthy for a normal human.
Ah well, just another thing to add to the never ending list of everything that separated him from other humans.
That didn't mean he hasn't gotten sick, though. As rare as they were, ghostly viruses did exist in the Ghost Zone. Danny managed to contract the ghostly flu last year, which made his powers glitch as bad as the first month after the portal accident. Tucker being Tucker found it absolutely hysterical, and made sure to stock up on as much blackmail material as he could over the duration of his illness. Although that wasn't Danny's first time being an internet meme, the gif of him inexplicably falling from the sky and crashing into a tree was possibly his most embarrassing publicly documented moment to date.
A knock on the door broke Danny out of his thoughts.
“Come in,” he said weakly.
"Hey Danny," Val pushed her way in the door, a plastic shopping bag hanging off of one of her arms.
Danny struggled up in a feeble attempt to sit a bit straighter. He was vaguely aware of the distinct odor coming from the toilet beside him. He was lucky Valerie has seen him in worse conditions before.
She sat down next to him. "How you feeling?"
"I don't know," he shrugged, all false bravado flying out the window.
She quietly surveyed the scene before her. Danny's pale, sickly face beaded with sweat. Purple circles laid under his sunken-in eyes. He clutched the hem of his shirt and averted his gaze to the side.
She pursed her lips, "Danny, you look like shit."
Danny snorted. "I feel like shit."
"I can see why Jazz forced you to stay home from patrol this week."
At the mention of patrol, Danny’s eyes lit up. “How are the ghosts this week? Have you been okay on your own? Has the Box Ghost been bothering you too much? Do you need any help tonight?”
A light smile touched Valerie’s lips. Even though it was an unspoken rule not to mention Danny’s obsession outright, she still found other ways to poke fun at him for it. “Danny, you can barely stand. Chill.”
A blush crept on Danny’s cheeks, and he rolled his eyes as another wave of nausea hit him at once. Before Valerie could so much as blink, Danny had lunged at the toilet bowl, dry heaving up any molecules still left in his stomach.
A pang of worry shot through Valerie. She frowned and reached over to gently rub his back, “This is getting worse.”
“I...know...” Danny ground out between coughs.
“I know you don’t want to...but I think we should call Vlad.”
He froze.
“He might know what’s going on,” Valerie said.
“Val, no. We can’t trust him,” Danny said, his voice cold.
Valerie crossed her arms and huffed. "Come on, don’t be thick. You’re a halfa, Vlad’s a halfa. Whatever you think about him—fine. But this has been going on for over a month now and it’s only getting worse. You need help, Fenton. You need someone’s help who actually understands halfa biology. Vlad’s the man for that, whether you like it or not.”
Danny slumped his shoulders. “Okay, you have a point.”
“Thank you,” Valerie said under her breath as she took out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts till she got to Vlad’s name, and hesitated. She hadn’t contacted him in months. After the whole debacle with Dani, she kept her contact with him at a minimum. When Vlad realized she knew Danny’s secret and by default, his, he stopped contacting her altogether. Interestingly enough, packages of replacement/upgraded weapons occasionally appear at her doorstep. She knew Danny noticed when broken equipment was suddenly replaced or she got a new gun, but he was kind enough to leave it alone.
Another retch from her boyfriend beside her was all she needed to finally push down on the button. She put the phone on speaker. After only two rings, the voice of an older man appeared on the other end of the line.
“Valerie, dear. To what do I owe the pleasure? Is your equipment working fine?”
Danny tensed at Vlad’s silky tone. He opened his mouth to respond with a biting comment, but his stomach had another idea.
Worry creased Vlad’s next words. “Valerie? What’s happening? Is everything alright?”
“Fine—I’m fine, Mr. Masters,” Valerie said, her eyes not leaving Danny’s figure. “Uh, it’s Danny.”
“Daniel? What’s wrong with him?”
“We’re, um, not sure. He can’t stop throwing up. He doesn’t...Halfas can’t get human illnesses, right?”
“Right...” Vlad muttered. “Valerie, I’m presuming I’m on speaker phone?”
“Yeah,” Valerie said.
“Alright then. Daniel?” Vlad called out.
“What.” Danny said flatly.
“Can you describe your symptoms to me please?” Vlad asked.
Danny closed his eyes and said, “Uh, I can’t...I can’t hold anything down. Every time I try to eat something it comes back up. I’m really dizzy and...I guess...I mean, I’ve had these stomach pains for a few weeks now. And headaches too. I’m sure it’s nothing but Valerie—”
“This has been going on for a month and it’s not getting any better, Vlad. We’re not sure what to do.”
“I’m glad you called me,” Vlad said, his tone much more serious than a minute ago.
“What is it?” Danny asked at the same time Valerie demanded, “Is everything going to be okay?”
There was a pause.
“Valerie, do you mind stepping out of the room for a second?”
Danny, despite his weak state, managed to push himself away from the toilet and grab the phone out of Valerie’s hands with inhuman speed. “What is it, fruitloop? Just spit it out.”
“Daniel, I know this may come as a shock to you but I do care about you,” Vlad said. “You know, this may not be a good conversation to have over the phone. Give me a minute. Daniel, I presume you’re in the bathroom upstairs?”
“...Yes.”
“Perfect.”
The phone line went dead and Danny slumped against the wall. He glanced over to the toilet and wrinkled his nose at the smell of his own stomach acid. With an abnormal amount of effort, he managed to flush the toilet.
“Sorry,” he glanced over to Valerie. “Sorry to drag you into this mess.”
“Danny, stop,” Valerie clipped, kissing his forehead lightly. “You’re my boyfriend and you’re ill. I’m not going to leave you to deal with this by yourself. I know you won’t let Sam or Tucker over but I’m not a pushover, okay?”
Danny rolled his eyes to counter the blush that tinted his cheeks. “Yeah, okay. I still...I know this ghost stuff can make you uncomfortable and I don’t want to ever put you in a position where you—”
“Oh my god, Fenton,” Valerie groaned. “Keep that up and this stupid bug isn’t going to be the only thing that’s gonna kill you.”
The room temperature dropped a few degrees. Danny and Valerie’s heads whipped over to the door where Vlad Masters walked through, dropping his invisibility.
"Mr. Masters!”
“Vlad.”
“Is everything alright with Danny?”
“Everything’s going to be fine,” Vlad said.
Valerie would have breathed a sigh of relief if not for the grave look on his face as he surveyed the scene. “My my, you’ve let this get worse than I thought. I’m not sure if I have enough here for you...”
“Enough of what?” Danny asked.
Vlad sighed. “Daniel, are you sure you don’t want Valerie to leave?”
Danny glared up at him. “We’re a team, Vlad.”
"I can handle whatever you throw at us,” Valerie confirmed, letting her chest swell out in pride at Danny’s affirmation. Regardless of any of her past prejudices, she loved Danny. She didn’t care whatever ghostly-illness he had, she was going to get through this with him.
“Okay, it’s...not for the faint of heart though, Little Badger,” Vlad said, closing his eyes.
Something in Danny clicked, and he felt his eyes soften. Whatever this was...it was really bothering Vlad. “It’s okay, Vlad,” he said softly. “I can handle this.”
“Alright then,” Vlad nodded. “Daniel, you know you have a ghost core. It’s responsible for regulating and replenishing ectoplasm in your body.”
“I know this,” Danny said, looking quizzically up at Vlad. “I have an ice core.”
“Right,” Vlad said. “In normal ghosts, this is enough and they can live an eternity with their cores working fine. This isn’t quite the case with halfas though.”
“What do you mean?”
“As you know, Daniel, you’re more powerful than most ghosts. But you’re not a full-ghost. Scientifically speaking, we’re anomalies. Scientific paradoxes. We shouldn’t exist, and our cores know this.”
Alarms blared through Valerie’s brain. “You mean his core is trying to kill him?”
“Not quite,” Vlad said steadily. “But his core cannot keep up with his body’s demands. Halfa cores have to regulate not just ectoplasm, but how the ectoplasm interacts with the living aspects of the human in such a way that it won’t kill you. On top of that, you frequently expelling ectoplasm in forms like powerful ghost-rays puts more pressure on your already overworked core. Your core simply doesn’t have enough energy to do what you demand of it.”
“Hence the hunger,” Danny said, his blue eyes looking down.
“Exactly.”
Valerie ran a hand through her hair. “What’s the solution?”
Vlad reached into his pockets and pulled out a few vials filled with a familiar looking green substance. “Listen to your body, Little Badger. Your body is craving ectoplasm. You need to drink it.”
Realization hit Danny like a ton of bricks. “But isn’t that...that’s...”
“Low-level ecto-puses I took from Skulker’s care last week,” Vlad confirmed. “Purified ecto-plasm. You start developing a need for this once your halfa body solidifies its core. Think of it like a ghostly-puberty, if you will.”
“No...”
“Danny,” Valerie reached out and took Danny’s hand gently. “You’re starving yourself.”
“No, Val, you don’t understand—”
“I do,” Valerie looked at him, her gaze strong. “You said earlier that you didn’t want me to be uncomfortable around the ghostly-aspects of your life. Well, I’m not. There’s no other option, Danny. You’re going to die if you don’t drink the vials. You need to do this.”
Danny shook his head. “I—I can’t.”
Valerie wrapped her hands around Danny’s shoulders and leaned in, kissing him. It was gentle, reassuring, and comforting. Danny relished her touch.
“You can do this,” Valerie said, breaking it off. “You’re strong, Danny. You can do this.”
“Okay,” Danny took the vials.
“Little Badger,” Vlad said, meeting Danny’s eyes. “I’ve been doing this for a while now, you know. I...I can give you the vials if you want. Your moral compass is, well it’s different than mine. I know this is hard for you. It will get easier but, if you would like, you can just let me know when you need vials and I’ll give them to you.”
Danny breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Vlad. It means a lot.”
Vlad nodded, a rare kind smile dotting his lips.
Danny’s glanced one more time at his girlfriend before slowly opening the first vial. The metallic smell of ectoplasm tickled his nose and he found himself raising the vial to his lips.
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Danny Phantom headcanons the first month
1) Danny, Tucker, and Sam never told his parents that they caused the portal to open. Maddie and Jack just assumed it took longer to build up power.
2) Despite opening a portal, Jack and Maddie considered it to dangerous to actually enter instead planning to build drones to go instead. The AI they needed was too complex to make right away so instead they focused mostly on gagets for the expected ghosts that will pass through. That’s also the reason for the door and alarm system built in.
3) Jazz lived in denial of their success and believed it was a hologram to mask their disappointment.
4) Danny turned back almost immediately with no visible signs that anything was wrong. The first sign that Danny wasn’t normal was when he fell through his door the next day. Immediately, he called his friends.
5) Since then, the trio worked on trying to figure out how he had changed. It was Sam who hypothesized that he was half-ghost since he was alive but still had ghost powers.
6) Danny learned to control his intangability first. Despite that, invisibility was easier to do for him having felt invisible most of his life. It was reappearing that was hard for him.
7) It was a week before the Lunch Lady attack at Casper High that he finally mastered his transformation ability and he learned to modertly fly well during that final week.
8) The phrase “Going Ghost” that he spouts was just him warning Sam and Tucker during the transformation practice. It ended up just becoming a habit after saying it for two weeks.
9) Tucker came up with the name “Danny Phantom” as a joke to try and ease Danny’s feelings of unease at his new powers. Surprisingly, both Danny and Sam liked it, and Sam would say for years that it was the only worthwhile contribution he made to the team (of course, she was teasing).
10) Sam was the one who coached Danny through his powers training using occult knowledge for what they think he should be able to do...which only had the basic powers of invisibility, possession, flight, and intangibility. Of them, possession or overshadowing took the longest for him to learn, not mastering it until after the Lunch Lady attack.
11) The first fake out make out happened when Danny’s arm went invisible just before Jazz walked past his room. Tucker had caught it and started the lovebirds joke knowing they both had a thing anyway. His jokes would eventually carry over to the entire student body and teaching staff.
12) Danny didn’t tell his parents because he somewhat hoped it was just a side effect of being shocked and it would go away. Also, because they started working on weapons in earnest and how they wanted to experiment on them.
13) Mr. Lancer was severely disappointed in Danny, his clumsiness and his average grades compared to his graceful, bright sister. He tended to let his disappointment cloud his judgment on him and came down harder. Danny’s resentment for Jazz grew when he realized it.
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even more time-travel fic
In which Jo comes up with a plan of sorts.
previously on: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
They hadn’t gone far along the road before Jo pulled him off the pavement, up a shallow set of steps, and into the vestibule of a building, its marble floor cracked with age and fouled with wet, muddy footprints. A row of cloudy glass globes hung on chains from the ceiling overhead, casting a muted yellow light down on them both.
“What’s this?”
“Sshhh. It’s a library. We need someplace to talk where no one will see us, or tomorrow it’ll be everywhere and I’ll have half a dozen frustrated Catholic schoolgirls asking me if my older boyfriend’s got a friend for them.” Jo pointed to a set of double doors with diamond-paned windows. “If you go through there and past the reference library, you’ll come to another door with a flight of stairs behind it. Go right down them, and at the far end of the corridor, there’s a little room the library staff hire out for meetings and things. Wait for me there.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Gather up some books for the look of it,” Jo said. “You’re not very stealthy, are you? I see why you’re a researcher and not part of the Security Service. Go on.” She gave Danny a little push, and he went obediently, marvelling at the fact that his first instinct was to do as Jo had told him, even when she wasn’t exactly Jo.
On the other side of the doors, he was greeted by a comforting billow of the familiar old-book smell of paper and ink that had been the same for as long as he could remember, and no doubt would have been much the same if he’d been thrown back to the library at Alexandria. He imagined trying to ask some Ptolemaic scribe if there were any papyri that told you how to reverse accidental time travel, and grimaced to himself. All things considered, he could have done much worse than the Eighties, where at least he spoke the language and understood more or less how to behave.
No one so much as glanced at him as he walked through the library’s vaulted entrance hall, passed the reference library with its rows of long tables, and opened the stairwell door, which was just where Jo had said it would be. The stairs had rough metal plates on the treads to stop people slipping, and his steps echoed hollowly through the white-painted stairwell and into the long corridor that lay below. Glass-fronted display cases lined both its walls, full of signed first editions and carved bookplate stamps and antique reading specs that at another time he would have liked to examine more closely. Instead, he kept going all the way to the end, mindful of the need to get out of sight.
He opened the door to the meeting room cautiously at first, but found it dark and deserted, and after he’d located a light switch, empty except for a round table and a few low-backed, leather-padded chairs. He sat down in one of them to wait for Jo, and almost at once was swamped with a wave of fatigue: he’d barely stopped moving ever since he woke this morning, and between the hours of walking, the cold rain, and the shock and fear of the whole situation, he was utterly knackered.
As he was wondering whether he ought just to put his head down on the table for a moment, the door opened halfway and Jo slid through the gap, a small pile of books clutched in her arms. Setting them down on the table, she dropped into the chair opposite his and regarded him, forehead creased with concern.
“Are you all right? I mean, I only met you this morning, but you didn’t have those massive black circles under your eyes then.”
“It’s all just a bit–well–”
“Yes,” Jo said, “I can imagine it is.” She pushed back the sleeve of her blazer and looked at her watch. “The library closes in an hour, and I’ll be expected home not long after that, so perhaps you ought to tell me a bit more about how you got here. You didn’t really just wake up in the past this morning, did you?”
“More or less,” Danny said. “I know, you’d expect it to be more dramatic–like I’d fallen through some sort of glowing portal or bumped into an old magician who put a curse on me–but it wasn’t. I came in late from work last night and Scott wasn’t home–”
“Who’s Scott?”
“I forgot, you won’t have met him yet either. He’s my brother. We live together–well, I kind of live with him. Anyway, he wasn’t there, and I thought I’d just have a sandwich and then go to bed, but I sat down to watch a bit of the news first. I still had my coat on because it’s brass monkeys in Scott’s flat until the heating’s been going for at least an hour, and…I think I must just have nodded off there.”
“And?”
Danny chewed his lip, remembering it. “Then next thing I knew, it was morning, and the flat was the same–I mean the windows and doors and fixtures were all in the right places–but everything in it was different. All of Scott’s furniture was gone; even the sofa I was sitting on had changed. I was still half asleep, and I thought, This is a dream, and if I go outside I’ll wake up, so I went stumbling downstairs and out the front door. It was pissing down outside, just the way it is now, and that woke me all the way up in a flash, and I saw things weren’t just wrong in the flat, they were wrong everywhere.”
Jo let out a long breath. “Then what?”
“Then,” Danny said, “it was a lot like one of those films where some poor idiot finds himself in the past and goes crashing around trying to work out what’s happened, right down to the bit where I saw a newspaper full of headlines about the miners’ strike and hostages in Beirut. I pinched myself nearly black and blue, trying to snap out of it, but I was still here. That’s when I started thinking about who I could go to and decided to look for you.”
“Christ.”
“I said that a few times as well.”
“I’m sure.” Jo frowned and nibbled at a fingernail. “Had you seen me the night before?”
“Yeah, of course. I see you every day and night during the week unless one of us is travelling. Sometimes at the weekends too. We practically live in each other’s pockets, Jo, especially since–” He broke off, remembering that he didn’t want to burden her with the troubles she’d had the previous year.
“Since what?”
“Erm, since things got busy at work,” Danny said, hoping she wouldn’t press for any more details. He shuffled her stack of books around, looking at the titles, which were so eclectic she must just have taken one from the end of every shelf she passed: Viking Age Burials in Northern England, Field Guide to the Butterflies of Europe, The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry. “So, what do you make of it all?”
“Well,” Jo said, clearly thinking furiously as she spoke, “there’s always a possibility that it might just work in reverse, isn’t there? I mean, if you fell asleep in 2008 and woke up in 1985, then you might fall asleep in 1985 and wake up again in 2008. It would make sense.”
“Does any of this make sense?”
“Not really,” Jo said, “but you may as well try the simplest solution first. If you go to sleep tonight and you’re still here when you wake up tomorrow, then you’ll know that falling asleep’s not the thing that made you slip back in time. And if you are back where you belong, then your problem will be solved, and you can go and ask Future Me what the hell she was thinking, keeping this from you for years and years.” She paused. “Speaking of sleeping, I don’t suppose you’ve got a place to do that, have you?”
Danny shook his head. “I can’t go back to Scott’s flat–well, what’s going to be Scott’s flat eventually. I didn’t bump into the person who lives there, thank God, but someone obviously does, and they’re not going to be pleased if a stranger turns up asking for help, any more than you were at first.”
“No room at the inn.”
“Exactly.”
“Well…” Jo looked uncomfortable and a little embarrassed. “I’d take you home with me if I could, but my parents would go spare, so that’s right out. But you can’t sleep in a doorway or under a tree in the park in this weather, either. Aren’t there hostels for people with no other place to go?”
“Yes,” Danny said, thinking back to the report he had written for her in the future, “but you can’t just turn up there unannounced either, you’ve got to be referred. No Room at the Inn, Part Two.”
Jo played with the band on her watch, unbuckling it and buckling it again, and then turned it over and looked at the face. “We’ll have to leave soon, they’ll be closing. Or–hang on a minute.”
“What?”
“Suppose you just stay here for tonight? In this room, I mean. If you lock the door, the library staff might try the knob to check it without actually looking inside, if they come down here at all. It is a bit out of the way.”
“What if they do open the door and I get caught?”
“Tell them you came in to read and fell asleep.” Jo nodded at the books spread out between them, in the circle of light from the hanging lamp. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be the first person to have done that, and the worst they can do is tell you to leave, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Oh, come on, Danny. Are you always such a rule follower?”
“Most of the time,” he said truthfully. “It annoys you in the future too.”
She laughed. “Well, you’ll have to get over it for one night. If you’re still here in the morning, just wait until the library’s been open for a bit and walk out like an ordinary patron, and then come and find me. I’ve got some money saved from birthdays and things–I can’t get at it just now, but I can tomorrow. It’s not much, but it should be enough for you to find a cheap room somewhere until we can work this out.”
“Oh God, Jo, I can’t take your money.”
“You’ve got twenty-three years to pay me back,” Jo pointed out. “And you’ve asked me for help, so now you’ve got to let me help. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be lucky and it won’t come to that, anyway.”
Danny flailed about desperately for any other course of action that might work, but came up with nothing. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised really; this was exactly the sort of thing he ought to have expected from Jo, who was a firm believer in ends justifying means in their shared future as well. At last he gave in and accepted it, as he usually did.
“All right, we’ll try it.”
“Good,” Jo said, smiling. She pushed back her chair and picked up her bag. “Don’t be offended, but I hope I won’t see you again for another fifteen years, give or take a few.”
“Don’t be offended, but I hope the same thing,” Danny said. “December 1998. Be ready for it.”
“I’ll put it in the diary,” Jo said, giving him another dizzying rush of déjà vu. She rooted around in her bag, pulled out a scrap of paper, and scribbled something on it. “Address and phone number. Come round in the morning if you’re still here. Both my parents are gone by nine.”
“Thanks,” Danny said, taking the paper and deciding not to mention that he’d already got this information on his own; he didn’t want to start her thinking he might be a stalker again. “Haven’t you got to go to school, though?”
“There you go following the rules again,” Jo said. “I’ll be there. Now lock the door behind me and try to get some sleep.”
“Okay. Thanks again.” He would have liked to hug her, but put out his hand instead, and she gave it the firm shake he’d seen her future self administer a thousand times to diplomats and constituents and other politicians, both friend and enemy. As soon as she’d let go, she slipped back through the door into the corridor, and Danny turned the lock and tried various ways of arranging the chairs into a bed before realising that he was too tall and would have to spend the night half sitting up. Oh well, at least he was under a roof.
He switched off the lights in the room, and in the dark, he flipped open his mobile and browsed through a few photos: Scott giving a two-fingered salute to the camera, Kirsty pouting prettily behind her desk, a few snaps he’d taken of scenery on a trip up north, and the various views of Future Jo with expressions ranging from coolly amused to forcing a smile through distress.
It was comforting to see these scenes from his real life, but he only allowed himself a minute or two to enjoy them before switching the phone off to save the battery. Settling down in one chair, he put his feet up on another, spread his coat over himself as a makeshift blanket, and waited for the previous night’s accident to repeat itself in reverse.
#will he wake up back in 2008#spoiler: no#party animals#jo porter#danny foster#it's cracky crackfiiiiiic
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{Some quick bits of info (which are out of order) on the heroic doll verse that I haven’t mentioned yet:
Danny is stuck at the age of 14. He died so - even when attached to a doll body - he doesn’t really age as a ghost. A doll can’t age either unless his parents build new parts though they won’t because his body is supposed to be temporary
The Danny clones created by Vlad are made after he managed to gain some DNA from Danny’s original body after agreeing to look after it for a second. They were created in order for him to learn more about the accident that happened to Danny as well as so he had spare human bodies of Danny in case of. Danny doesn’t know about the clones however
Dani once again is clone who is a 12 year old girl. Due to this, Vlad didn’t mean for the accident to happen however he was glad when it did since she helped him realise that his portal was too perfect to make what happened to Danny happen again. He also tries to help Dani learn how to use her powers (because he knows how dangerous it could be if someone with ghost powers can’t control them) and she sort of becomes his lab assistant
Valerie’s relationship with Danny is different in this. Even though Cujo and Danny get along, when in public (and around Valerie), Danny is always protected from the ghost dog thanks to Tucker and Sam. This - with the knowledge of his parents being ghost hunters - makes Valerie believe that Cujo doesn’t belong to Danny. Cujo still ruins her life though which makes her become a ghost hunter. She later learns Danny secret after the whole dating him thing and breaks up with him in fear that her job would cause him to be badly hurt/broken because ghosts would be against her and do anything to cause her pain
Maddie and Jack eventually catch Cujo and keep him locked in the lab until they discover what he wants. After helping him get his toy back, the dog often visits through the portal to provide Danny company when everybody is too busy to let him leave the house.
Dash isn’t as aggressive towards Danny in this verse. To him, Danny is (as everybody believes) terrible ill and it would feel too wrong. Besides, he tried to punch him once and noticed that Danny felt odd when he did.
The whole Freakshow going to Amity Park to mind control Danny didn’t happen. Instead, he continued on to gain more ghosts to add to his circus as he searched for the gems. Tucker and Sam eventually get into a race with him for the gems when Sam learns about the Reality Gauntlet (they never fight, however, due to them both not knowing that they both seek the same thing. They will eventually when they do learn).
Vlad mostly becomes Mayor (with the support of more than Jack when it comes to the family) in order to have a reason to stay in Amity Park more often. He still gets a cat btw. He actually gets two of them; the first one we see in the show and the second one we see. Maddie isn’t sure what to think when she discovers that the first one has her name but Vlad simple states that he had to buy the two as a pair and that the cat was already named that when he bought them (he even tells her that he didn’t know about the first one since he only wanted the second one. It wasn’t until he had to buy them both that he learnt about one of them being called Maddie)
It’s because of Pariah Dark that Vlad pretends to have only just learnt about Danny’s doll body. Vlad pretended that Plasmius was a different being during the whole event and, at the end, claimed he saw Plasmius return to Earth with a badly injured Danny. He then attacked the ghost in order to protect Danny and brought him back to Fenton Works in order for him, Maddie, Jack, and Jazz to fix him.
Spectra is eventually stopped after the team notices the odd amounts of ghost attacks. When the second attack happens, she learns about how they managed to attach Danny’s ghost to his doll body and tries to gain that knowledge out of them all so she can attach her ghost to a beautiful body (of course, she is defeated again)
And that’s all of them for now}
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