YO THIS IS FOR THE DP ART/FIC EXCHANGE! Go check out @bloodblossomtea‘s stuff; their art is super cool and it was difficult to just choose one art piece to write about!
A halfa sat alone on a roof, his eyes drooping and his head falling to his chest every few seconds. His eyes, a bright green radioactive color, seemed to pierce the darkness as a cat’s would. The familiar snow white hair he possessed was a tangled mess, a product of being constantly tossed in the wind.
Danny Phantom was not having a good night. Jack Fenton, his father, had left the ghost portal open for the two days he was away on a school trip, resulting in a surplus of ghosts haunting the town of Amity Park. Luckily, he wasn’t too hurt, or else one of his best friend’s, Sam Manson, would throw a fit about him getting some rest while she patched him up. Unfortunately, even if he did sustain injuries, he had little to no time fixing himself up.
Now was one of the only times that he actually had a chance to take a breather. He made his hand intangible and shoved it through the wall of the building, rummaging in the bricks before he huffed and pulled his hand out. The chips he put in their two weeks ago was gone; Danny almost forgot that he ate them a while back after a fight with Skulker.
Danny knew he should be flying, patrolling the city and all that, but one couldn’t blame him for taking a break to try and find a snack, right?
As he was about to fly up and away, a noise behind him startled him into being still. The half ghost turned to see a familiar face, one that admittedly made him blush a bit greener than usual. Danny Phantom looked at his best friend and boyfriend, Tucker Foley, who just tilted his head at the flushed cheeks of Danny. He reached up and took off the scarf from around his neck, holding it out to Danny, “Dude, the cold shouldn’t affect you as much anymore… Think you’re gettin’ sick?”
Danny, not wanting to admit that seeing his boyfriend made him develop a slight blush, just shook his head and took the scarf, wrapping it around himself, “I don’t think I’m getting sick; maybe I’m just too tired.”
“Yeah, you have been pushing yourself harder tonight.” Tucker sat on the ledge of the building’s roof, the fire escape creaking from the loss of his weight. A huff escaped the young man as he sat on the bricks, and he pat the spot next to him, prompting Danny to sit once again, “Jazz is covering Third Street right now, and Sam is making a run back to the Fenton Portal to dump tonight’s catches. We’re thinking of heading to either Central Park or the South Side next; what do you think?”
“Hm,” Danny mused a moment, his eyes drooping against his will. He laid his head on Tucker’s shoulder, who gave a slight chuckle at the behavior, “Probably the park. I just flew over South Side and only found two stray ghosts.” Tucker reached a hand up and tangled it in Danny’s mess of hair, massaging the back of the halfa’s head.
Danny’s eyes closed further, the soothing circles Tucker was making lulling him to sleep. A spark lit across his waist, prompting a yelp from Tucker which caused Danny to shoot up five feet in the air.
“By the Ancients, Danny, you need to get some sleep soon.” Tucker shook his head and grabbed Danny’s ankle, pulling him back down to the roof.
Danny frowned as he let himself be pulled downward, “I know I do, but we need to get through tonight first and then I should be free all this weekend.” He scratched the side of his head, “This would be much easier if Dash had just let me sleep in our cabin instead of under the deck.”
“Hey, at least you had some protection from the rain!” Tucker whined, throwing his head back, “I thought I was going to drown with the storm that blew in!” The two looked at each other and laughed out loud, both collapsing into giggles.
Danny struggled to take in any breath, “You looked like a drowned rat!”
Tucker smiled and punched his boyfriend’s arm, “At least I didn’t have mud and bugs on me like some comic book monster!” The two laughed some more before falling backwards, Danny catching the two of them as Tucker’s backpack made him lopsided.
A familiar crunch reached Danny’s ears, and he immediately perked up. His eyes seemed to glow brighter and his hair stuck up in every direction, “Is that food? Chips? Candy?”
A wide smile flew onto Tucker’s face, amused by the childlike action, “Yes, I brought food for you, ya little ghost baby.” Danny practically tore off Tucker’s backpack, unzipping it hurriedly as his stomach growled loudly. Tucker figured Danny was too rough in unzipping the thing, seeing as the food spilled out of the bag and went every which way on the roof. One can of soda fell off the roof and hit the sidewalk, and Danny could hear the can explode and leak down below.
That was, until he found what he was looking for. Danny practically drooled as he looked at the Chomps Chips™ bag, one of his personal favorite snack foods ever, and only found in a few select stores in the state. He held the bag close to his chest, as if it were manna from heaven itself, “How did you get this? There aren’t any in Amity!”
Tucker smiled widely, “A man has his ways!” He held up a finger and tapped the side of his cheek, “May I has a kiss as payment?” Danny, blushing once again, lurched forward and smacked a slobbery kiss on Tucker’s cheek, making him lean away and squeal, “Don’t be a turd! Let go of me!”
Danny laughed and let go of his boyfriend, making sure not to crunch up the chips in his hands. Tucker rolled his eyes as Danny held the chips out gently, staring at the package awestruck, and an awful idea came to mind. As Danny’s hold on the chips was loose, Tucker whipped his hand outward and snatched the chips from the halfa, who gave a small squeak of surprise at the action, “Dude! Give those back!”
“Nah,” Tucker smirked, tossing the bag up and catching it, “I think these are mine now.”
“No way. You got those for me.”
“Totally only got them for myself, babe.”
“You don’t even like this brand!”
“No, but I like teasing you, so these are mine!”
Danny groaned and leaned back on his elbows, a frown on his face as Tucker gloated about having ‘the best chips in the world’ (which, to Danny, they totally were). The sad face Danny was sporting, however, looked eerily similar to that of a kicked puppy, making the older of the two flinch. A sigh left Tucker, smile still on his face, as he leaned over his boyfriend, “Hey, Danny?”
Danny looked up from looking sadly at the ground, and Tucker’s heart seemed to break a little with the sad expression, “Yeah?”
Tucker kissed the boy’s nose before shoving the chips back into Danny’s hands, a smile on the halfa’s face, “You’re too cute.”
The blush spread from Danny’s cheeks to his ears, but a large smile formed on his face. His grin was contagious, as Tucker quickly began smiling as well, and he opened the bag of chips before shoving one in his mouth and practically melting, “Oh my god this is so good.” The two laughed before falling into a comfortable silence.
The moon shone bright, and although ghost hunting that night was terribly difficult, it always helped when your super hot boyfriend brings you rad snacks and a scarf!
My friend Abigail told me today that when she was younger (8th grade) she was super excited because all her teachers told her that because she was getting chubbier, it meant she would be getting taller soon. As a girl that was 5′2′’, she was so happy she’d be tall one day. I, on the other hand, at 5′3′’ was told by my doctor I wouldn’t be growing any more, which was fine by me because then I wouldn’t have to worry about buying new clothes.
Turns out everyone was wrong; I’m 5′7′’ and hate having cramps in my legs cuz oh god i could potentially be taller wtf and now have some trust issues with my doc bc of this betrayal and now abigail is only 5′3′’ and a ball of anger that disobeys our health/PE teacher out of vengeance.
Contortionist Danny anyone??? (I really like the idea of just Danny stretching like this and freaking everyone out bc damn Daniel how can u do this unholy thing)
I always loved the relationship between Danny and Dani, and I love the fics where she was much younger than the show portrayed her to be. The Dad!Danny fics make me so happy ;w; In turn, when watching Young Justice, I was so angry towards Superman and most of the League for acting so aloof around Conner Kent? He was in an impossible situation he couldn’t control, so I had a bit of a more angry Danny chewing out the team about it.
It was well known that Danny Phantom was one of the strongest members of the Justice League, as his powers rivalled that of Superman’s. He was a ghost, the first ghost superhero on Earth, and the Human Zone was glad to have him fighting for them. Phantom was reclusive towards the public, not liking press for fear of misinformation, as has happened to him before. Phantom was, however, very open to his team, and although he didn’t outright tell his life (afterlife?) story, but he answered questions honestly and openly.
One thing that the team didn’t know, was that Phantom had any family members on Earth.
Of course, they knew he had a strange relation with some adults on the living realm (all coming from his home town, Amity Park). Phantom’s strange, almost sibling-like, relationship with Gotham’s lead psychiatrist had always made the young adult happier. His friendships with Samantha Manson, a leading botanist, and Tucker Foley, a technology millionaire, had constantly had the few housing their ghost hero. Other than those three, the Justice League had just assumed that Danny had died a long time ago with no family to speak of.
That was, until they were interrupted during a conference.
Phantom was acting a bit disinterested as Batman was talking about resolving some sort of conflict with the press (Danny didn’t see what the big deal was. It was one construction site. It could’ve been so much worse). His form was hovering slightly above the chair as he sat next to Superman, who was offering different ways to soothe the PR problem. Phantom curled a lip and sneered a bit, “Why are people getting so butthurt about this? We’ve done worse damage before.”
“Yes, but this was to the construction site of a hospital, Danny,” Superman sighed, trying to make the ghost see the reason for this. He wondered how long ago Danny must’ve died to not see the point in an infirmary, “Phantom, the city needs a hospital because-”
A light hiss passed through the ghost’s lips, “Supes, I know what a hospital is, I’m just wondering why the city is angry. I mean, it was still in construction. It’s not like they couldn’t just start over; and besides, the city has three hospitals already.” Phantom sighed. He kicked a foot on his chair, taking advantage of the lack of gravity he seemed to possess, and flipped himself upside down, “Can’t we just help the city build it?”
Flash’s eyebrows raised slightly at the ghost’s position, but nodded, “I mean, if we helped with the construction, we could do the work in half the time.”
“That’s a nice proposition,” Batman nodded gruffly, his voice low, “When should I tell the-” A whirling sound cut him off, and all the Leaguers looked around warily, many slipping into battle stances. Phantom, in particular, had the oddest reaction. His head tilted to the side, his ears perked up a bit, as if he was trying to pinpoint the location.
And then the mist came from his mouth. Everyone knew that that sign meant a ghost attack was about to occur, and even Danny flipped himself back to his normal attack position, his hands glowing green. The sound grew louder and louder, before a radioactive green spark , the same color as Phantom’s glowing eyes, appeared above the large table. A portal was opening-!
And then a black and white blur charged towards Phantom, barreling him over onto the floor. The team all held their weapons respectively, some just holding their fists, at the sight of the flustered ghost, who’s hair was flying in every direction possible. The most surprising addition to the ghost, however, was the…. Smaller ghost hugging him?
“Daddy! You wouldn’t believe how much me and Wulf have been learning from Frostbite!” A small girl smiled widely, showing small canines and two dimples on her cheeks, similar to Danny’s, “I learned how to make portals just like you!”
A hushed silence fell over the Leaguers as they heard the child shout ‘daddy’. She looked to be barely seven, white hair in a loose ponytail and glowing green eyes. Their shock at the child seemed palpable, as if Phantom could touch the suspense and tension filling the air. But Danny knew that Danielle would feel worried if he did not give her a proper response, “That’s great, sweetheart! Does that mean Wulf is nearby?”
“Nope!” She grinned again, and on closer observation, a few of her teeth were missing, “I wanted to see you and Aunt Jazz and Sam and Tuck by myself.” A cheek puffed out, almost like she was offended that he thought otherwise.
“That’s very dangerous, Ellie. What if a stray ghost saw you? You know how most feel about me and you, pumpkin.” He kissed her lightly on the forehead, his mood lifted from seeing his ‘daughter’, “But I am always happy to see my little girl.”
She giggled before looking away from her ‘father’, seeing all of the heroes. Her face instantly lit up a bright green in embarrassment, seemingly ashamed for interrupting… whatever they were doing beforehand. Superman opened his mouth to ask something, but Flash beat everyone, and spoke first, “So… ghosts can have kids. Who knew?”
The League was then greeted by two blushing ghosts. Phantom buried his face in Danielle’s hair, not wanting to look at his team, “It’s… not that simple, Barry.”
Phantom took a few seconds simply to collect his thoughts by murmuring to his daughter small terms of endearment, and it seemed to calm him down before he looked up and spoke, “I’d uh, like you all to meet someone very close to me.”
A clearing of his throat later, and he smiled shakily up at the superheroes, “This is Danielle, or Ellie, as we all call her. She’s my child.” Ellie smiled up at everyone as her father spoke, “I can explain the whole thing later, but for now, I’m, uh, going to show her to Jazz.” He seemed to be using the excuse as a cop-out, and was met with small glares from everyone.
Superman wasn’t impressed with his answer, “Danny, I thought you didn’t have any family relations anymore.”
“Technically, you never asked.” Danny blushed again, “Of course I have living family. Ellie’s just very much more closely related to me than others…” He cleared his throat once more, “Ellie dear, these are some of my teammates. You know some, remember? They were on the news a while back.”
Her eyes lit up and she smiled shyly, “Yeah! I remember the rope-lady with my name!”
“Her name is Diana, not Danielle, but yeah, Wonder Woman’s here.” He gestured to the woman, who tentatively waved at the small, beaming girl who seemed to love the attention from her way too much.
Flash held his hands up, “Woah, so are we not going to address that Casper here lied about his family? And that apparently he has a daughter he never thought to tell us about?”
“It is a bit suspicious, Danny,” Superman mused, a hand rubbing his chin.
Wonder Woman raised an eyebrow, “Where is the mother?”
“Is she a ghost like you?”
“How can something dead make life?”
“Why haven’t you told us?!”
“Stop it!” Danielle shouted, holding herself closely to the chest of her father to block out all the noises from others, “I’m not daddy’s real daughter anyway… “
Danny rolled his eyes as everyone became completely confused at the small, quiet statement from the child, but went to comfort his daughter, “Now, baby girl, you know that you’re my little ice flower, no matter how we are related, yes?”
“Yeah, I know, dad.” She murmured as Phantom reached over and brushed her white locks from off her shoulders. Danielle looked over at the heroes before whispering over to her father, “Daddy, I think you should tell them about what Uncle Vlad did.”
Batman’s interest piqued, “Vlad, as in your archnemesis-turned-ally Vlad?”
Danny seemed to flinch, remembering that the heroes were in the room watching them, “Y-yeah, that Vlad.” He was silent for a moment, not wanting to continue with the conversation. Danny knew it would come up eventually, but figured he’d have more time to prepare himself for this day, “Maybe you should leave as I tell them, Ellie. Aunt Jazz is seven streets north and two buildings left, alright?”
Most of the team seemed appalled at the thought of him leaving her alone to try and find the psychiatrist, but realized she had flight just as Phantom did. She nodded before giving him a big kiss on the cheek and floating away as she waved goodbye to everyone.
Phantom smiled wistfully at the small girl before turning his gaze to the league members. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. He repeated this process a few times to no avail before finally sitting down in his chair with his snowy hair being the only part of him visible. Wonder Woman tilted her, questioning him, “Phantom, why have you wanted to keep your daughter a secret from us? We are a team.”
A glowing green eye met her before it lazily circled the room, landing on Superman, “Clark. Do you remember CADMUS? And Project Kr?”
Superman’s eyes widened, and he seemed to be uncomfortable with him mentioning it, “Yes, I remember. Are you saying that… Danielle is…”
“Yeah,” Phantom murmured, tugging on a piece of his hair, “You guys all look so uncomfortable when you speak of clones, and I understand. But you all, with the exceptions of Black Canary, Red Tornado, and occasionally Batman, had treated Connor as if he was… beneath you. Like because he was a clone, he wasn’t worth as much as a human or kryptonian because he wasn’t the original.”
He looked up, watching the shocked expressions on his team’s faces, but looked away to watch his much more interested boots instead, “You could imagine my surprise as a fourteen-year-old that my enemy had tried to clone me, but couldn’t get the chromosomes right, or the aging right. Vlad had created a baby girl out of my DNA.”
Silence stayed in the air as they waited patiently for Phantom to continue. He took another shaky breath before trying to speak again, “It… It was so hard trying to raise a child while trying to save the city everyday, you know?” He gave a light chuckle, but it didn’t do anything to lighten the mood. He gave a deep sigh and continued with the same unnatural calmness he seemed to always possess, “She acts… nothing like me. I wasn’t as loud as her as a child, I was definitely more scared of everything around me. She’s so brave, and different, and unique. Danielle is her own person, and she’s amazing.”
He looked up, fierce determination in his eyes, as if daring anyone to question him, “After seeing the indifference from everyone toward Connor, I knew I would never wish to tell you about Danielle. You would do only the same to her, and no one gets to hurt my baby girl.”
Wonder Woman leaned over a bit, resting a hand on the younger one’s arm, “You know if we knew the situation, we wouldn’t have-”
“But you would!” He shouted, actually practically roared. His eyes glowed even brighter, and his canines a bit more pronounced. It was a frightening yet small display of power that kept everyone uneasy, “You’ve seen how Connor acts. Defensive, unsure of himself, scared. And yet, you treat him as if that should happen to him, as if it was his fault to even exist. Of course I wouldn’t tell any of you! After seeing it, I was so disgusted that I contemplated leaving this team for good!”
Superman swallowed, suddenly not wanting to have the conversation about his clone. It was strangely invasive, and personal to have this sudden attack on the league from their ally, their friend. Suddenly, Phantom’s attachment to Superboy made much more sense. “If I had told you about Ellie, you would’ve thought I was crazy for raising her. And in turn, if she were to ever visit her father, you would’ve treated her the exact same way as you treat Connor. Think of the effects that would have on a small six-year-old? She would’ve been so hurt that her so-called heroes would never like her because of how she was born, something that she had no control over!”
The other hero who was actually cloned successfully frowned and opened his mouth, ready to speak, but Phantom held up a hand, “Nah, I’m out. Going to hang out with my kid until I can calm down enough to talk to you guys again.” He floated upwards, his eyes not really focusing on anyone, before pausing, “Black Canary, Red Tornado, Bats? If you want to join, I’ll be at Jazz’s.” And he was gone.
hey guys! i would like to announce a new event for the danny phantom fandom thatll take place this june!
if your an artist that loves getting writing for your work, or a writer that loves getting fanart for your story, then this event is for you!
if youre an artist then youll receive a fic (or several to choose from) to draw fanart for, and in return get a fanfic based off of some of your art!
if youre a writer then youll be asked to write a fanfic for an art piece (or several to choose from) and in return get fanart for one of your fanfics!!
this is a system where both parties benefit as it brings attention to both the artist and the writer AND free stuff!!
NOTE: we must have an equal amount of writers and artists so some people might not get chosen for this event! so please reblog this post so we can get as many people as possible!
I really like this idea; one of my friends suggested I try this out, and I couldn’t stop writing it ;w;
An adolescent leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his cup as he looked upon the people before him. The wine was a sinfully dark red that contrasted greatly with the bright white hair and aura surrounding the mafia boss, and it smelled bittersweet. Glowing green eyes pierced through the darkness towards his ‘guests’, and a sly grin appeared on his face, “So, I hear you have been looking for me?”
Tony Stark grit his teeth, already annoyed with having to deal with the crime lord, “I know it was someone beneath you that hacked the computers and stole the information. Where is it?” His team stood behind him, al wearing equally frustrated faces.
“Hm, I apologize, but I have no idea what you are talking about,” Danny took a long sip from his glass and motioned to the two standing next to his chair. One was a beautiful young woman with dark hair reaching her shoulders, a dark purple blouse and black dress pants gracing her. She’d be the epitome of innocence and beauty if not for the gun in her hand. The other was a dark-skinned teenager with a dark suit on, his hair pulled back underneath a fedora and a bulge in his pocket that looked like a large phone or a small tablet. His glasses blocked the Avengers from seeing his face. Danny leaned over, letting his slicked back white hair fall forward on his neck a bit, “Sam? Tucker? Do you guys know what’s going on with them?”
Sam gave a small smile, “Not at all, Phantom.”
“Yeah, man,” Tucker sighed, lifting his arms above his head and stretching, “No clue.”
A toothy grin spread across Danny’s face, looking more threatening than pleased, “See? I do believe you have the wrong mafia boss, Mr. Stark, Avengers. Please see yourself out.”
“I know it was you!” Tony growled out. To say he was pissed was an understatement; the Phantom Mafia had stolen valuable blueprints and information about weapons for the Tesseract from a long time ago. Tony was told by Fury that those files were deleted once the Tesseract was back in Asgard! “And I know it was someone in your mafia because it had your symbol all over the files!”
An eyebrow raised on Phantom’s forehead, and he reached up to twist the DP symbol Sam designed on his tie clip. The white gold shone in the office, and Danny ‘accidentally’ shined the light in Captain America’s eyes, relishing in the small flinch Steve made in the act, “No need to raise your voice, Mr. Stark. We’re all adults here, are we not?”
Clint Barton muttered under his breath, “You’re barely an adult.”
“Would you like to speak louder, Mr. Barton?” The sly grin stayed put on Phantom’s face, but one could see the growing anger behind the young man’s glowing eyes, “I don’t think your teammates heard your blatant disrespect.” The archer opened his mouth to speak again, but Natasha nudged him, keeping him quiet, “Ah, yes. Obey the little spider, Mr. Barton. You know it will do you good.”
That got a rise out of the team. Stark frowned and narrowed his eyes at the young and seemingly regal man, “We’re a team! No one bosses anyone around, not like you do!”
A snort escaped the dark-skinned right hand man of Phantom, “By the Ancients, can you believe these guys? First they come in yelling about us stealing files, and now they’re accusing you of bossing people around.”
“‘S pretty funny,” Sam smiled, watching the Avengers with careful eyes. Her lilac irises set some of them on edge, the unnatural color reminding them that even she may be a ghost, “Especially since they don’t know what they’re talking about, huh Phantom?” She reached over and rested a hand on the white-haired man’s shoulder, and he grinned back up at her. Phantom leaned back and placed a light kiss on her arm.
A breathy laugh escaped him, and he whispered to the bodyguard, “Sam, Tucker, I order you to call me boss.”
“Nah, dude.” Tucker laughed, a hand clutched to his stomach, “Are you really trying to pull off the ‘I’m the only one in control’ vibe?” Another giggle left his mouth, and his glasses shifted so the heroes could see his green eyes. Tucker stood up straight and nudged his hat in the Avenger’s direction, “You can’t really mess with three bosses over here, friends.”
Steve narrowed his eyes at the three of them, “The name of your mafia is Phantom’s mafia. Shortstack over there is obviously the boss.” If the statement angered the white-haired male, he didn’t show it. Danny merely stood up and took another sip of his wine before handing the glass to Tucker, who drank out of the cup as well.
“The naming was mutual, I assure you,” The shit-eating grin was still plastered on his face, and it set the Avengers on edge somehow. It looked animalistic and feral, as if he could pounce any time and rip them to shreds. The sharpened canines spilling over the edges of his lips didn’t help that fact at all. He stood in front of his leather chair now, and rested one hand on the front of his desk and the other on the blazer of Tucker, “Now, about those files you have accused us of stealing. What were on those documents that have you in such a tizzy as to break into my office?”
Natasha had a feeling that the easiness of them getting into his office wasn’t coincidental. Phantom led them there and most likely ordered his associates to let them come in without much a fight. But what was his end goal? The assassin decided that honesty here had to be the best policy, “Weapon blueprints for high energy cartridges. What are planning on doing with them?”
“Oh please, Phantom has enough toys as it is,” Sam grinned, her finger tapping on the trigger of her gun. The warmed metal gave her a sense of assurance, boosting her confidence, “We don’t need more weapons at our disposal.”
“True, true,” Tucker mused, tapping his chin with his free hand. The Avengers took notice of the watch on his wrist, that not only looked expensive, but also seemed to be too high tech to buy on any normal market, “But money is money, you must know that, Mr. Stark. We may have no need for the blueprints if we hypothetically had them, but what if certain employers decide to pawn them off of us? Hypothetically, of course.”
Tony glowered, “How were you able to hack into Jarvis’ system?”
Phantom grinned once again, “My tech crew specializes in infiltrating, acquiring, and destroying files without leaving a trace. Hypothetically, it was easy to hack into your mediocre system.”
“Not easy enough, apparently,” Steve stepped forward, seeming to challenge the evidence of the mafia leaders, “You left your symbols behind. We were able to track your location. Your tech crew isn’t as smart as you claim it to be.”
Now a frown, the first one of the night, fell on Phantom’s face, and his eyes glowed harsher, the green attacking the white until anything that anyone could see was the unnatural radioactive color. A soft growl escaped his lips, “Questioning the intelligence of my team? And I thought you were the ‘family man’, Captain.”
Tucker laughed and set down the wine on the desk before wrapping an arm loosely around the half-ghost to calm him down, “Little crumbs for you to follow, I assure you. How else were you supposed to find us, Mr. Rogers? We only wished for you to be intelligent enough to understand when we ask you to come, government dogs.” The bite at the insult showed Tucker’s anger through his cool persona.
Glares were shot across the desk, no one saying a word in fear of starting a fight no one could finish. Thor looked clueless as to what was going on, but understood the insult well enough, and he clutched his hammer tighter in his fist. The amount of draugrs in the place was putting him on edge, and he hated it. Clint and Natasha both were sliding into fighting stances, not wanting to take chances with the three in front of them. Tony was furious, seeing as the three of them were children, and Steve seemed appalled that ‘government dogs’ was all that they thought of them.
A boisterous laugh broke out, and all eyes turned to Sam, who held her gun loosely in her hand, watching the tense scene with joy, “God, you guys are cute. Just like us when we were little-” Her eyes suddenly went alert, and a hand flew up to her ear, covered by her hair, and she listened to the device stationed there.
Phantom sat down once again with a huff, “What is it, Sam?”
“Nothing too terrible, but Desiree needs some help at the docks. Should I send in Skulker to help?” The Avengers (or at least, those who were present) watched in shock as the tense atmosphere all but disappeared at the calm conversation the bosses were having.
Tucker shook his head, “Send in Youngblood. He’s already stationed near there.”
“I’ve put him near the warehouses, but he can be moved out while Skulker watches the shipments,” Phantom mused, waving at her. His face was contemplative, and he looked at the heroes in front of him with disdain, “I’d go myself, but my hands are tied. Just go and send Youngblood. Maybe Wulf while you’re at it.”
Then a frown set on his face, like a permanent mask. It didn’t seem as if he was truly angry with the team, but the frown was almost like that of a disappointed parent, or a teacher who realized they had to fail a student, “This would go much faster if you just offered me money for your weapons back.”
“So you did steal the files!” Tony grumbled out, “I’m not striking any deal with a megalomaniac like you!”
Sam leaned down and whispered something in Danny’s ear who waved her off. A dark grin came across her face and she left quickly, her boots making large thuds behind her, showcasing the power she held. To do what, the team didn’t know, but Phantom simply smiled at the heroes as she left, “Me? A megalomaniac? You obviously haven’t met my godfather.” He grabbed the half-empty wine glass from the desk, stained at the edges from his and Tucker’s lips and took another sip, “And yes, you will strike a deal with me before I sell them to others across the globe. I’d say a good three million should cover the profits I’m losing by giving these back to you?”
“Three million should work,” Tucker mused, tapping his chin, “But considering how much we could sell it to a certain government agency… You better up the price, Phantom. Hydra is becoming more and more desperate and have already offered up a nice 4.7 million.”
Phantom’s eyebrows rose, revealing more of his bright green eyes to the heroes. He gestured his glass to Thor, “You hear that shit, tough guy? Do you know how much monetary value that is on Earth?” Thor simply sneered at the draugr, angry at it questioning his own intelligence, “Is that frown a no, or can you not understand me?”
A hand was placed on his shoulder from Steve, making him back down before starting anything with the mafia boss. Captain America wanted nothing more at this point than to wipe that smug look off the teens’ faces, but knew that they’d only cause havoc around the world if he did. As ghosts, they had this uncanny knack to destroy everything they came across. Though his suspicions of Samantha and Tucker being spirits were slowly dissipating. Clint spoke, a glint in his eyes at his friend being insulted, “Do you really want to be on the bad side of SHIELD, Phantom? How about the Avengers?”
Tucker laughed this time, snatching the wine back from Phantom before he could take a drink, earning himself a glare, “You guys aren’t that threatening. And trust us when we say all we do is for the benefit of everyone here.” He took the last sip of the red wine, much to Phantom’s displeasure, before speaking again, “Everything is as it should be, right Phantom?”
The white-haired male sighed before nodding, “At least you got the quote right. Please don’t misunderstand my intentions, Mr. Stark. Although I’m giving back your blueprints at a price, the money is needed for other ventures that will further help not only us, but you as well.” At the disbelieving looks he was being given from the heroes, Phantom sighed before simplifying, “You help me, give money, we do good thing, save future, woohoo.”
His unenthusiastic voice washed over the team, who listened to the sarcastic explanation with confusion. Stark almost wished Bruce was there to beat the information out of Phantom. Hey, Phantom was a ghost! Surely getting the shit beat out of him wouldn’t be too detrimental. A low groan threatened to leave his throat but he held it back by pinching the bridge of his nose. Phantom seemed to smile at the fact that he had made the billionaire annoyed with him, as if he had some vendetta against rich people, when he was in fact a rich person, “So you want about 5 million dollars is what you’re saying.”
“That’s what we’ve been dancing around for the past ten or so minutes, Mr. Stark.”
“Done,” He muttered, angry with himself. He knew that if he wanted, Phantom could order in ghosts at anytime to destroy anything he wanted, already been proven that fact when SHIELD had ticked him off, and Phantom sent a legion to destroy a private training base. Five million wasn’t too much to the billionaire, but it was enough to seriously piss him off, “Anything else you want, Casper?”
Tucker smiled, “Well, I have been wanting this new game that’s coming-”
“That will suffice, Mr. Stark,” Phantom smiled, this time it was almost genuine. Almost. There was still some sort of predatory glint in his eyes, like he finally had captured his prey who were quivering beneath him. Tony didn’t like the look at all, “I’m sure the five million from you and the ten million from SHIELD should cover our expenses, don’t you think so, Tuck?”
Natasha narrowed her eyes, the new information processing in her brain. She had never knew that SHIELD would give Phantom money; and what for? “What do you mean, SHIELD’s giving you cash?”
“Simple,” Phantom’s smile spread, and Tucker’s even widened. They seemed to be sharing an inside joke that the Avengers weren’t in on, and Phantom stood up, casually pressing a button on his keyboard as he did so, “I think ten million dollars for the release of their precious Avengers would be quite the bargain, yes?”
Before anyone could react, the double doors to the office opened, revealing several ghosts who all smiled menacingly at the heroes. Phantom laughed to himself at the shellshocked expressions on the heroes’ faces, “Don’t worry, we don’t need to resort to violence. They are just here in case you… misbehave while I’m negotiating.”
“Yeah, and besides,” Tucker smiled, looking at his watch proudly, “We seem to be right on time! Man, CW is always right.” He looked over at the team, who were all slipping into fighting stances, ready to fight their way out of the situation, “Hey guys? Can we not break the office? This will all be over soon anyway, so enjoy this while you can.”
Thor looked warily at the human before a blanket of darkness seemed to wrap around him. He could see his fellow members falling one by one as a shadowy figure encased them, mumbling sweet nothings in their ears. The god faintly heard Phantom’s praising voice in the background as he, too, began to lose consciousness, “Keep watch over them, Nocturne. Make sure they’re comfortable.” The voices continued on until Thor couldn’t hear anymore, slipping into sweet dreams that made him not want to wake up.
Writing Prompt Request: Can you do one with both Danny and Clockwork fighting against Dan Phantom and trying to entrap him inside his Thermos prison?
Took me awhile to finally figure out where I wanted this to end; I hope it meets your standards!
It was hard enough to see once again that horrible amalgamation that was Dan Phantom, but Danny had thought it was all over. He had already defeated the evil future head on before, but apparently just stuffing him in the thermos once wasn’t good enough.
Clockwork tried to predict it, but found he couldn’t know when Dan would break out, only that he would break out. The ghost of time had quickly realized that because Dan wasn’t in his proper timeline, and shouldn’t exist, but did, he was a paradox created by time itself. The dark version of our beloved hero existed outside of time, where he couldn’t be seen, heard, or touched, not even by the master of time himself.
It led them to this moment, with a third of the Ghost Zone in ruins, ghosts either fleeing to their sister realm or being erased by the paradox himself. Whatever the ghosts did now didn’t matter to Danny Phantom much anymore; if he could, he would hide along with them. He needed to capture him in his enhanced metal prison yet again, but he was grateful for the help that he was being given.
His enemies had all rallied against Dan, but Danny couldn’t stand to see them be erased in front of him and had told them to try and protect earth from falling apart. Mirror realms were complicated things, but it was simple enough for Danny to understand that if something was destroyed here, something of equal value must be destroyed in the Human Zone. He had already almost lost his parents all over again because of this madness.
Dan figured out quickly that he was a paradox, and was now able to kill Danny if he wanted to. Some of Clockwork’s main attacks didn’t work on the ghost, but the two of them were trying their best to finally end the fight.
Danny held the strap of the thermos close to his chest, not letting go for a second as he and his mentor flew deeper into the carnage of the Ghost Zone. The halfa was barely an adult, having his eighteenth birthday last week. He thought that if he died it would suck, seeing as he’s only been an adult for five days. But what would happen to the Zones if they failed now? Would Dan want to control both of the Zones, or would he destroy them? His family would surely mourn him, but with little time they’d have left after Danny’d die, they’d probably not even realize he was dead. Dan worked quickly, efficiently, and destructively. The Zones don’t stand a chance against the ghost.
A hard metal smack on the back of his head took the halfa out of his musings, and Danny let go of the strap on his chest to rub his snow white hair. He curiously looked over to see a scowl on Clockwork’s face directed at him, “Stop thinking so negatively. We’ll win this fight.”
“You see,” Danny snidely remarked, “If you had told me that during the fight with Pariah Dark, I’d have believed you. Now? With a guy out of your ‘timey vision’ stuff? I’m not so sure.” The half ghost fiddled with the ends of his hands, his mind wondering off again to his next battle.
Clockwork frowned at the pessimistic side of Danny, but knew he could not fault the younger ghost. He himself was worried about the outcome of the battle, and somehow wasn’t able to see passed a few hours from then. It confused him, but he knew that Danny was stronger than he was years ago when they had met. Clockwork himself trained the halfa, and the time ghost shook off his worries, “You have become stronger than he ever was. I have no doubt in you that we will be victorious.”
“Was being the operative word,” Danny grumbled, thinking back to what a stray ghost had relayed for him earlier, “Dan has a much different appetite than the last time we had seen him, Clockwork.”
“I know.” the ghost sighed, clutching the scepter closer to his chest. A shiver ran through him as the horrid image came to mind, “Once a ghost tastes their first core, there isn’t much they can do to stop the addiction to power besides a strong will, which for power, Dan does not have.”
Danny felt a shiver run through his system. He remembered seeing his first ghost that was decimated by Dan in this way. The overalls were covered in green blood, ectoplasm, and the glowing liquid floated around the area of the shell that the Box Ghost once was. His chest was caved in, and the glow of his aura was gone. As much as Danny thought of the Box Ghost as an annoyance, he never wished that upon him.
The next was Lunch Lady. Then Ember. A few of Walker’s prison guards. Time after time he saw the shells of his former enemies-turned-friends, and every time the sense of dread he felt grew and grew. He should be lucky that Dan hasn’t found a more powerful ghost to feed upon. Danny wasn’t sure if he could handle fighting a being combined by all the Zone’s powerful ghosts. If Dan got a hold of ‘late’ King Pariah Dark… Danny shuddered at the thought.
Danny shook his head to rid of the thoughts threatening to consume him; it wouldn’t do him any good to scare himself silly before a huge fight. A silence passed between the two friends, both lost in their own world. The normally busy-sounding Zone was quiet for the first time in Danny’s half-life. It was louder than anything he had heard before.
They never should have went alone.
Clockwork winced as yet another flicker of flame crawled up to burn his arm, leaving purple blotches and a stinging sensation in its wake. The time ghost looked over to see Dan swat away Danny as if he were nothing more than a fly. A bright green engulfed Clockwork’s arms and circles of magic flew from the ghost’s fingertips to Dan, wrapping him in light. His movements froze in midair and stuttered as if it was an animation stuck on a few frames, and Clockwork knew it would only hold him for so long.
During the time of Dan being frozen, the time ghost flew to his student, picking up Danny by his arm and pulling him to his feet.
Danny wasn’t doing so well. His face was bloodied up, and his left leg was torn to shreds; Danny feared that he would have to have it amputated when this was all over. He panted harshly, thanking Clockwork for helping him, “The loop can only hold him for so long, Danny. We need a plan!”
“Hit him with all we got while he’s still in the loop!” Phantom growled out, holding his side tightly. His eyes lit up a bright blue and a chill filled the air, “I’ll try to freeze him, you hit him!”
Clockwork nodded, understanding the severity of the situation rather quickly. He could feel Dan strain against the binds that he had put on him, the magic beginning to wain. Danny freezing it slowed the process, however, so Clockwork flew quickly forward with his scythe raised above his head.
He struck downward just as the ice shattered.
The scythe nicked Dan’s arm, making him wince and let a loud growl escape his lips, “You think freezing me will do you any good, old man?” Clockwork swung the scythe again and Dan dodged it as slyly as a snake.
Danny flew up behind the evil entity as Dan dodged and hit him square in the back with a powerful blast from his fingertips. To the halfas surprise, it had startled the darker version, and froze the ghost’s shoulders and arms, rendering them useless until he inevitably broke out once again.
Danny’s neck was grabbed before he could fly away fast enough, and Dan laughed as he watched the halfa squirm uncomfortably in his grip, “Really? That’s the best you got?” A clawed finger rested on the top of Danny’s head, who cried out as it pierced skin. A dark laugh left Dan’s lips, but a blow from Clockwork cut his work short, and the claw slid down the side of Danny’s face. The new scar adorning Danny’s face was horrendous, that of a lightning bolt over his eye and down his cheek.
The boy was thrown aside once more by the angry ghost. Dan sneered at his younger half before turning the snarl onto Clockwork, who held his scythe up high to end, or at least wound, the paradox.
“Is this what it comes to?” He growled out, his red eyes flashing towards the ghost of time, “Do you really believe you can stop me? Even you must feel the inevitable fact that everyone must finally end.”
Clockwork couldn’t help the frown that appeared on his face at the unbridled joy from Dan, “You won’t be leaving here in one piece. That much I can tell you.” He could hear a groan from Danny as he picked himself up, and Clockwork tensed, ready to strike as a smile came to him, “And that isn’t me seeing the future. That’s me knowing that you are weak.”
A ferocious roar ripped from Dan’s throat, bordering on a powerful wail, as fiery blasts were sent his way. A chuckle left Clockwork as he dodged them expertly, knowing the paradox’s method of operating rather well, before sending a volley of his own attacks. Two blasts left his scythe as he swung it, and he stopped time briefly to move behind Dan. He was disturbed by how the monster’s eyes followed him, and even though he should’ve been frozen, Dan moved as if he were bathing in syrup; slow, but seeing everything that was happening around him.
As time resumed, Dan raised his arm just quickly enough to create a shield, blocking the blow meant to decapitate him. He pushed outward, forcing Clockwork backwards to fly into a stray rocky lair, his back taking the brunt of the blow.
Before he could get up, Dan was there, and one hand was wrapped around his throat while the other was around his wrist, keeping him from using his weapon. A look of horror passed onto Clockwork’s face, and he knew that if he had a heart, it would be beating a mile a minute from the terrifying look he was being given. He didn’t understand at first what the feeling was, recognizing it as something more human than he should have felt. But he figured it out rather quickly for a being that has never felt it before.
Fear. Clockwork was afraid; no, he was terrified.
He was scared of what was to happen next, because even though the paradox was interfering with him being able to see the future, Clockwork had a good idea what it meant when he couldn’t see any future passed the next few minutes. Being a creature made at the start of the universe, he had never truly experienced death before. It’s been so long, he couldn’t even remember the beginning of his afterlife. He’s seen the most merciful of deaths, and the brutalest of deaths. He knew this one should be more merciful than others he had seen, but he… he still….
“Dan, please,” He muttered, his eyes wide as he realized what was going to happen, why the hand around his throat began pushing against his chest. Dan’s smile widened as he realized that the great Clockwork was begging for his life. “This isn’t what you want. This isn’t what anyone wants.”
A low chuckle reverberated through the air, and Clockwork could see Danny struggling to rise once again in the distance, and Danny’s concern for the lack of roaring blows was almost tangible. Dan smiled as he pressed harder against Clockwork’s chest, making him wince in terrible pain, “But it is what I want. Your power,” He inhaled deeply through his nose, smelling the power coming from Clockwork, “With the power to control time, I’ll be unstoppable. No timeline will be safe, and everyone will suffer as I have!”
With that, the hand was shoved through his chest as Danny watched on.
Danny Phantom howled as he flew forward furiously, pushing Dan off of his guardian. The paradox grunted in surprise at the sudden attack, sure that he had injured Danny further than what he was letting on. Clockwork still laid against the side of the rocky lair as Danny sent blow after blow Dan’s way, furthering him to be pushed deeper and deeper into the Ghost Zone.
When he was far enough away, Danny’s eyes lit up in concern as he turned to his mentor, helping peel Clockwork off the wall before laying him down. His eyes watered as he saw the familiar look of the caved in chest that decorated the old ghost, the pendulums in his chest broken and the gears twitching. But what was most apparent was the swirling orb lying in the center, swirling with brilliant greens, blues, and purples.
Clockwork wheezed, his mouth trying to suck in breaths he didn’t need, trying to consume ectoplasm that couldn’t save him. Danny leaned his hands down, cupping the man’s face as a few tears welled up over the sides onto his cheeks, “St-Stopwatch? You there?”
A humorless laugh left the time ghost’s lips, “Not for long, Daniel.”
They sat there in silence a moment. Clockwork wondered what Danny will do after he passed. Will he run to spend his last moments with his family, or will he die trying to win over an inevitable future? What was right, in this case? He didn’t know anymore. He couldn’t see the future, couldn’t see what was to happen next.
Just as he was about to give up trying, something passed through his sight. A vision. A small one, but one large enough to catch his attention. Clockwork closed his eyes tightly, clutching a hand to his chest, and saw… Danny.
The shock of brilliant white hair was underneath a familiar looking purple cloak, and a scythe hung at his side. Danny wasn’t facing Clockwork, but he could feel the pure power coming off of him. Large gloved hands twitched at his sides, before a chuckle left the future ghost’s mouth, “Hm. It seems I don’t… remember.” The ghost turned around, a smile on his face, “Hello, Clockwork.”
Clockwork couldn’t say anything. It was just a vision, and he was too weak to even begin to think to manipulate a copy of himself into it. All he could do was gawk at the sight of his student as all the puzzle pieces had fallen into place. Daniel’s skin was slight paler than normal, borderline blue in fact, and his eyes were losing their green hue. The most prominent new features, however, were the familiar healing scar on his cheek and the singular pendulum rocking in his chest.
“You can’t talk to me, I know. And I’m not angry with your decision anymore. I understand what was supposed to happen, even if you were unsure what would become of the future.” A chuckle left the man’s lips as his hand scratched against the scar on his cheek, a familiar habit to the dying ghost, “Just know that you’ll make the right decision, okay?”
The ghost fell silent after a while of talking. He seemed to be contemplating something, before a boisterous laugh to rival Jack Fenton’s left him, “It just really makes you wonder, you know?”
As the vision was fading, he could hear the distant voice of future Danny, “Who came first, you or I?”
Clockwork’s vision melded back to see the frightened present Danny hovering above him, tears falling from his eyes. The ghost could feel the cool tears on his cheek as a distant roar echoes in the background, signalling Dan was going to return to fight once again soon. Danny was shouting something, but it hurt Clockwork’s ears at first.
“Daniel, ironically, I don’t have much time.” Clockwork gave a pitiful laugh before wincing at the feeling of his exposed core. Danny paid close attention to his every word, “I need you… to do something.”
The halfa sniffed loudly before wiping his nose, flinching at the new scar forming on his cheek, “Yeah, yeah of course, Clocky. What is it?” Clockwork mustered whatever strength he had left and sat up, leaning against a rock. He could see Dan in the distance, stumbling as he tried to fly faster and faster.
“You aren’t going to like it, Daniel.” Clockwork gave a slight smile, finally realizing what he must do to force Danny to win the next battle.
Danny gave a soft growl in the back of his throat, “I’ll do anything to help you!”
Clockwork went quiet a moment. Danny wouldn’t do what came next willingly, and he didn’t need to see the future to know that. His own disgust for even thinking about consuming ghost cores finally made sense. Before Danny could react, Clockwork had already flipped them over, forcing Danny into the dirt on his back. One hand held him down while the other held his gaping chest, “Help yourself, first.”
Danny cried out as the core was ripped out by Clockwork’s own hand and shoved down his mouth. The halfa squirmed in agony as he tasted the core of one of his best friends who was sacrificing himself to save him. As much as it mentally hurt and made him gag, Danny couldn’t help but melt at the taste that was dominating his mouth, sending surges of power through his body.
Clockwork watched wordlessly as he saw Danny’s eyes flicker from green to red, back and forth until it wasn’t discernible what his eyes were to be. At first it looked as if Danny was conflicted with the sweet tasting soul or his own morals, before the visions began.
The Master of Time began to remember this moment, as if from a dream a long time ago. He knew it was painful to see everything fly across his vision for the first time, how nauseas it made him to feel as if he were spread across the universes and timelines an infinite amount of times. Clockwork remembered trying to get used to the new him, ending up at the beginning of time, the end of time, and present time. He gave a chuckle one last time before smiling widely at the halfa, or whatever he could be considered now. He wondered at himself from the other timeline and laughingly agreed with himself; whoever did come first?
The thermos fell off of Danny’s back as he consumed the last bit of Clockwork’s core, his very essence. Nothing was making sense to him anymore, and he was in such immense pain that he couldn’t even begin to find himself to cry about his friend dying in front of him. A choked sob tore his throat, trying to escape him, but couldn’t through the haze of pain.
Why would Clockwork do this to him? He wanted to cry out and scream into the abyss, take out his anger on something, anything. He could almost feel it; the need for more cores, but he shoved it down. No, Clockwork did everything for a reason.
He just had to trust him, had to believe in a dying ghost’s request.
Danny rubbed his eyes, trying to rid of the countless painful timelines obscuring his sight. He may be angry at the moment, but he just… he had to trust him. The halfa finally noticed something as well.
It was quiet. So painfully quiet that the silence felt like it was going to hurt him, that something was going to ambush him in the calm of the storm. A turn of the head, and Danny saw it. The paradox.
Frozen in time by Danny himself.
A wry grin made it’s way to his lips as he saw Dan struggle against the new power he held, amplified by the core sitting in his belly, and the feeling of electricity and frost spread through him. Although he was pissed as all hell, it was almost comforting to hold the immense power within himself.
Danny kicked the thermos aside and lifted up his scythe. Dan would be back in another timeline, he was sure. But for now? He wasn’t needed to exist anywhere. Phantom - no, Clockwork reborn once again - calmly flew to the struggling figure trapped in time. A memory flew to his surface, making the grin on his face grow larger as he remembered the line from a cartoon he had watched long ago. Yet, he felt his aggression was just. He raised the scythe above Dan’s neck.
“Hello, well-placed aggression.” And he swung downward.
Prompt Request: Danny and friends discovering an in-universe phansite dedicated to speculating about the local ghost boy and his shenanigans.
This??? Was so??? Much fun??? To write?????? Thank you so much for the prompt!!! ;w;
“Danny! You have to see this!”
Said halfa in question groaned; he, Sam, and Tucker were busy trying to get homework done before patrol that night. And with the way his grades are currently? Yeah, getting distracted was something he didn’t need at the moment. But Tucker stretched his arms way above his head, letting loose a groan as Danny heard his bones pop, “Hey, you guys up for a five minute break?”
Sam curled her toes to get some feeling back into them before standing up, “Yep. How about you, Danny?”
Despite the urge to do his homework like he was determined to do, Danny had to admit that a break sounded amazing. They had been doing Precalculus for a good hour, and his brain needed rest, “Sure. But we should get this finished before patrol…” He warned.
“Oh, c’mon Danny; we’ll get it all done before tonight,” Tucker rolled his eyes. Sam was walking out the door already with her arms above her head, fitted comfortably in Danny’s sweatshirt and a pair of Tucker’s cargo pants. The technofreak still had no clue how she got a hold of their clothes when they weren’t looking, but he dismissed the suspicions to keep talking, “Besides, Jazz sounded excited about something.”
Sam looked over her shoulder, “Let’s just hope it’s not a new psychology therapy session theory she wants to try out on us.” She shivered before continuing, “I still remember the last time she tried something in those college books of hers on us.”
It was Danny’s turn to roll his eyes at his friends before ushering them out into the hallway and hurriedly making their way into Jazz’s overly pink room. Said sister was curled up in her chair in front of her computer screen, her face red and a smile plastered on her face. Danny wasn’t sure what was making her convulse in the manner she was, but after a moment realized that his sister was laughing.
She pulled her orange hair up into a tight bun and wiped any stray tears from her eyes before leaning out of the chair to stand up, “Y-You guys have at it. I need to get something to calm me down…” She let out a laugh behind a hand, “By the Ancients, the comments are hilarious.”
Danny raised an eyebrow at the curse, recognizing as something that he says too often for his own good. But the surprise quickly went away as he saw the black, white, and green background of Jazz’s computer screen. He sat down in the chair and read the blog title, ‘The Phantom Conspiracy!’
Tucker let out a small breath he wasn’t sure he was holding before jumping into Danny’s lap to see the computer better, to which Danny groaned at the unexpected weight, “You’re too heavy, get off.”
“Stop whining!” Tucker cheekily smiled, “Besides, I’m not that heavy, and you have super strength.”
“Get used to it, Danny,” Sam smirked before collapsing on top of both of them, making the two of them groan beneath her, “Either you make room, or you deal with the two of us.” She popped her gum loudly to make her point, earning her a glare from the two boys below her.
They settled into the chair quickly, Danny supporting both friends’ weight on his legs. As they all found a comfortable position, the three juniors read a few of the articles to themselves.
“Danny, Danny, click on that one! It’s all fanfiction about you!” Tucker pointed and practically yelled. A click later, and the techie was guffawing, getting himself drunk on the giggles that the new page produced, “People ship you with other ghosts! Look, even with our infamous Red Huntress! And Box Ghost!”
Danny rolled his eyes and clicked away from the page, not wanting to have Tucker beg him to read some of the more smutty stories on the site. How was that even allowed on a public internet server? He wasn’t even human! Sam leaned over the two of them and pointed to a tab that Danny clicked, “The Phantom Experience? Why does this sound like a spa treatment?”
He gave out a sigh as he clicked on the page, already feeling slightly uncomfortable with the entire website. Danny vaguely wondered who would even start a blog like this, and how the hell was it so popular?! “Is this… An origin story?”
“WHAT?!” Danny and Tucker leaned in closer, and Tuck read the article out loud for everyone to listen to, “‘Danny Phantom, the mysterious ghost boy, had appeared almost two years ago to save the residents of Amity Park. But where did this ghost come from? There aren’t any reported deaths of people who look exactly like the ghost-’ Dude! This is totally an origin story!”
“Well? What does it say?” Danny asked, with a newfound fervor. With all the other supers in the world, he didn’t want people to think he had a lame origin. What if the freaking Batman found out if he had a horrible backstory? (Although, Danny still wasn’t too impressed that he him having half-died is his origin, seeing as Superman came from an entirely different planet, but he could deal with it).
Sam scanned the page quickly, and pointed near the end, drawing their attention to a hand drawn picture of the halfa with a section under it, “It says here that you died thousands of years ago!”“That doesn’t make any sense!” Danny exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. A groan escaped his lips as he covered his face with a hand, feeling his cheeks and ears flame up a bit at the inaccuracies, “What feasible proof is there?”
“Remember ol’ Vladdie man taking the Infimap from the Far Frozen clan?” Danny looked up, slightly horrified that someone traced him back that far, “Looks like someone in Rome wrote about you, and same in ancient China, and again in Salem. People seem to think you liked to lay low then, but now feel a duty to protect this place in particular because of all the ghost attacks.”
“Why would anyone want to know my history that badly?” He murmured. Danny had to admit that he felt almost violated at the blogger’s want to find out more about him. He looked at the author and saw a familiar name, “Paulina?!”
Sam nodded, taking the mouse and clicking on a few other articles, “Seems like she’s written a majority of these, actually.” The goth leaned in closer to the screen, “She’s not that bad a a writer. Huh.”
“Can we get back on topic here?” Danny practically groaned, rubbing his temples. He was going to need so much aspirin to get rid of the headaches this was giving him, “I thought this was supposed to be funny, not mortifying.”
A few clicks, and Tucker got them to the comment section of the origin story that Paulina had written out. Said technofreak slipped off of the armrest and landed directly in the center of Danny’s lap, making him cringe while Tucker stared at the screen in awe, “Oh. My. God. Wes posted about you being Phantom online!”
Sam leaned closer as well, deciding to ruin Danny’s night more by falling into Tucker’s lap so the both of them were once again crushing Danny beneath them. A majority of the messages were from Wes Weston, the brat that was constantly trying to get Danny in trouble and casually spread his secret around like the common cold. But she had to admit, the conversations in the comments were hilarious.
WWeston: Phantom isn’t that old! He’s fucking 16! It’s Danny Fenton, you guys are all idiots!
Beauty Queen: Wes can i post one thing on this blog without you claiming this every time?
StarQuarterback: theres??? proof??? in the article??? about phantom being in rome? wes can you stfu
WWeston: I have literally seEN FENTON TURN INTO PHANTOM HES NOT THAT SECRETIVE ABOUT IT HE DOESNT CARE IF YOU SEE HIM
Beauty Queen: Are you just jealous because Phantom was crowned honorary homecoming King and you werent?
WWeston: 1, YOU GAVE THE CROWN TO PHANTOM and 2, I WOULDNT BE JEALOUS OF A FENTON
KwanL: God, wes, just let it go.
Beauty Queen: He’s totally jealous of Phantom, someone make some fanfiction of these two omfg
WWeston: HES FENTON AND IM NOT FUCKIN GAY
StarQuarterback: It’s not gay if he’s dead, bro. We got you a tshirt about it man
WWeston: I burned it. I’m not wearing anything involving that half-ghost freak! And it’s stILL GAY
KwanL: What the hell are you talking about???? Phantom is a ghost, it’s impossible for a half-ghost to exist. Get your ass out of fairytale land mr.basketball
Now was when Danny had finally found the entire endeavor of reading these worth his time away from homework. Wes had an account on a Danny Phantom blog to rant to others about how he was half-ghost, and the best part was no one believed him. How stupid could people get?
And Mr. Basketball? Danny had to remember to use that line next time he saw the redhead approach him with his newest conspiracy about him. He looked over to see Sam on the floor, clutching her stomach, and Tucker, who was still seated in Danny’s lap, was halfway out of the chair, tears streaming down his face. A knock resounded in the room, and Jazz came back in with cups of tea for everyone, “T-To soothe your throats from… pffft… the laughing.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Basketball,” Tuck’s statement sent everyone into another round of laughter, and Danny had to admit. Sometimes, it was good to take a break.
Danny was an orphan picked up by some scientist that promised him a life with a loving family and a warm home if he agreed to a little experiment to become the towns hero.
As desperate as Danny was he quickly joined them. He never considered the consequences to something he had no knowledge about and it quickly became a downfall.
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Fabric softly pressed against the hot sand, leaving behind a slight trail only to be blown away by the harsh winds. A figure was barely able to be seen through the storm, but the glow he left in his wake proved he was more than human.
Especially since if one was closer, they could tell he was floating inches above the ground, struggling to maintain a straight line in the wind. A scarf was pressed tightly to his face, a wince set in radioactive eyes as he stumbled in the air. The traveler loved the hot days and cool nights of the desert, but when it came to sand storms, the spirit would always try to find a place to hide. He wasn’t lucky this time.
The spirit felt the sand prick his unprotected eyes, and he lifted his scarf over his head, covering the entirety of his face. The thinness of the scarf made being able to see his surroundings not a problem, but it allowed a few grains of sand to slip underneath the face mask.
Before he could ground himself, a particularly large burst of air pushed him up, forcing him skyward along with the flow of sand. His arms flailed in the air and he would have yelped if he could’ve as he tried his best to fly back down. But the elements were too strong, and Danny was just too tired to fight against the storm around him. He strengthened the knot around the scarf before he felt his eyes slip, letting him sleep as he was carried off.
He was awoken by a lizard climbing up his arm.
At first it didn’t seem to register that the reptile was nibbling on his shoulder, not exactly wanting to bite him, but more like the lizard wanted to play. It reminded Danny of something Jazz had told him long ago about dogs. A feeling of guilt arose in him, but he shoved it down before the memories could consume him.
Speaking of consuming… The lizard was still there. Danny slowly reach up his free hand and lowered the scarf from his eyes, allowing it to continue covering his mouth before pausing to watch the lizard. It didn’t do much other than stare at his hand before resuming to gnaw on his arm. He would’ve knocked the lizard off of him, but the guy wasn’t really bothering him too badly, so Danny just buried himself a bit in the sand to keep warm before closing his eyes once again to try and sleep.
Try being the operative word.
As soon as Danny had covered his body, other than his head in the warm sand, the lizard made a small screeching noise, angered that its chew toy was gone. Danny opened one green eye and glared at the animal, but it didn’t deter the creature. In fact, it only seemed to anger it more as it crawled up and bit Danny’s nose rather harshly. The spirit flinched and sat up, knocking the lizard off of him.
He held a gloved finger out, trying to scold the little thing. It really wasn’t that large, being only about half a foot long, and the bite didn’t even hurt, but Danny tried to get the point across that he didn’t like to be bit. The lizard just stared up seemingly innocently before using its tongue to lick its own eye. Danny’s anger flared a bit and he shook his finger more menacingly, but the lizard just took it as an invitation to jump up and latch onto Danny’s hand, nibbling on the tips of his clothed fingers. Danny lowered his shoulders in a mock sigh, realizing that it wasn’t going to leave him alone.
Sleep long forgotten, Danny stood up and shook the sand off of him before reaching with his other hand to protect his little passenger as he flew off into the night.
Tucker Foley hated going outside where sand and dust could get in the cracks of his precious babies, but it was well worth it to find the familiar abandoned warehouse of his friend. He had to fit all of his electronics inside of one of his bookbags, making it much more heavier than needed to be.
Sam wasn’t with them today, something about a fancy dinner with the mayor, but he wasn’t going to wait up for her; the spirit they had met only comes around for a short time, and he was always friendly, if not paranoid, toward the two humans. Tucker had prepared ahead of time to bring some games for Danny, who was always interested in the bright colors and sounds radiating from the handheld devices.
But when he went inside the warehouse, it was strange to see the ghost slouched over, as if he was asleep. But that didn’t make sense, seeing as Tucker had never seen the spirit sleep before, and it was midday. He walked up to the curled up figure, only to find wide green eyes staring back at him.
At first he had thought that the spirit-boy-thing had somehow died, and had taken a step back, but when Danny blinked at the boy’s actions, Tucker rolled his eyes, “Danny, you can’t scare me like that, man! Friends don’t make other friends think they’re dead!” Danny rolled his eyes and gestured to himself, making the sarcasm blatantly obvious for Tucker to get. The human didn’t miss the way Danny’s eyes had widened by a fraction at the word ‘friend’; he still didn’t seem to understand or comprehend that Tucker and Sam liked him a lot.
“What’re you doing down there anyway?” Danny fiddled with the end of his scarf a bit, Tucker knowing immediately that he was nervous about sharing, but when the spirit kid opened his closed hands, Tucker kneeled down and looked closer in surprise.
It was a lizard, and not just any lizard, “Danny, that’s a whiptail lizard! How’d you manage to catch one? They can run at over 100 miles an hour, bro!” Danny’s eyes widened in surprise and looked down at the unassuming creature, who was busy gripping onto his thumb like a lifeline and nipping gently at the tips. Tucker looked over at Danny, who was now watching the small reptile with new eyes, “Hey, is he friendly? Do you mind if I pet him?”
Danny shrugged and nodded. The lizard was nice enough, minus the biting he constantly did, but he seemed friendly to Danny. Tucker gave a huge grin and thanked Danny, who, not being used to compliments and gratitude from his ‘friends’ yet, flushed a light green. As soon as the hand was stretched toward the lizard however, the reptile hissed and jumped, latching onto Tucker’s finger with his teeth. Unlike with Danny, the creature bit as hard as it could, drawing blood and making him yelp.
Danny acted quickly and grabbed the lizard, making him intangible and plucking him away from Tucker. The lizard gave a hiss toward the unfamiliar human boy before curling up in Danny’s hands, resorting to watching the boy with careful eyes. The reptile felt a finger against his mouth, but instead of nibbling on the fingers, the lizard let the spirit wipe the blood off his mouth before resting a thumb in his mouth to calm him down.
Tucker suckled on his own bloody fingers, trying to stall the bleeding, “What the hell! You’re lizard’s like a freaking guard dog, dude!”
Danny sheepishly looked away, his form of apologizing. The guilty look in his eyes made Tucker sigh; the ghost had the worst case of ‘kicked puppy look’ that he’s ever seen. He sighed before sitting down close to his friend (but not too close for the lizard to jump him again), “It’s alright, it’s not your fault. That lizard acts sweet one second and then ferocious the next, huh?” Tucker rested his chin on his hand, watching Danny carefully. The ghost seemed to agree with him as a contented look crossed his features, so Tucker continued, “Um, Danny? Have you ever seen any movies?”
Danny thought back for a moment, trying to remember any ‘movie’s he has seen. Tucker quickly explained what they looked like and Danny nodded quickly. He thought back to when he was still in the Fenton’s lab, and Jazz would sneak downstairs with a small monitor while her parents were out. She seemed to favor superhero movies more often than not, and he enjoyed them as well. Tucker smiled, “Have you ever seen the movie ‘Cujo’?”
The spirit thought a while longer before shaking his head, and Tucker laughed, “It’s like… Well the story line is a bit more complicated and gory than this, but it’s about a really sweet dog that basically goes crazy, or something like that.” Danny gave him a look, and Tucker waved his hands in surrender, “Hey, I haven’t seen the movie in a long time! Cut me some slack!”
Rolling his eyes, Danny used his free hand to rub the head of the now-calm lizard, who was happily cuddling against Danny’s hand. He wondered if Tucker was comparing the reptile to said crazy dog, and looked at Tucker questioningly. He laughed, “Well, he does seem attached to you, man. And if you’re tired of holding him, he could always run fast enough to keep up with you…”
Tucker’s contemplative look disappeared to one of a madman, “You should keep it as a pet! You know, to stave off those lonely nights alone in the desert.” Danny snorted, the harsh sound exiting his nose, “I’m serious, Danny! And I already have the perfect name for him!”
Danny rubbed the smooth scales of the lizard, already knowing the name Tucker was going to choose for the overly-attached reptile, “Danny, meet Cujo! Our honorary guard lizard!”
Cujo looked confused before licking its eye again and falling asleep with Danny’s gloved thumb in his mouth.
Of course! (Hoping I have my ship names right and Rich History is Clockwork X Vlad? If not, I’ll write another for you!)
The first time Vladimir Masters had met the Ghost of Time was when he had been a half-ghost for a decade. He was bitter, barely making a name for himself, and had to carefully budget his finances to the last penny in order to keep himself out of debt.
It may have been a hard time for him, but he was an honest man. He was resentful, vengeful, and full of spite. Maybe it was seeing the man in such a state that had lured Clockwork to him, but if one was to ask, the ghost would deny all that accused him of leaving little clues to lead Vlad to his tower. Clockwork already knew the outcome of their first meeting would come to a rather bitter end, but being omniscient, he had realized that it was the best path of action to take.
So when Vladimir came to demand Clockwork to remove his ghost half, he had blatantly refused, and in result had started Vlad’s rampage and plans for revenge. The halfa destroyed corporations, building his own corporate empire to win over Maddie’s heart, who would never give him a second glance. He built weapons, portals, and trained until he collapsed every night. Clockwork looked on in sorrow at the half ghost, watching him tear himself down in order to build him up. But the elder ghost watched in knowing that it would only get worse before Vladimir got better.
When Danny had come along, Clockwork had immediately looked over him as if he were his student, and moreso later on, his son. The Time Ghost trained the young halfa into adulthood, all the while being reminded of the sorrow of the original halfa, who had tried (and failed) to acquire Danny’s love as well. The man fell into deeper despair, only wishing for someone to be by his side. He had long given up Madeline Fenton, knowing that she would never willingly be his. Daniel would never wish to be his student, let alone his son. All he had left was his possessions, his corporate power, and his mansion.
As Vlad became more lost, Clockwork’s form would stay in that of a somber old man, confusing his student. The almost childlike enthusiasm Clockwork held for watching the realms work was slowly leaving him as he felt the sorrow of Vladimir weigh heavily on him. He had saved one halfa, who had in turn saved another, but doomed the original. Danny and Dani may have been happy in their half-lives, but the halfa Clockwork was concerned about would remain in sorrow for another few years, alone and hurt.
When the day had finally come, the Master of Time himself was anxious about the meeting. He knew what the halfa was going to ask him, despite having cursed his name those many years ago. Vlad would ask him to do the unspeakable. Clockwork could already see the tired and frustrated tears in the man’s eyes, the desperation on his face, and the way he’d change from his ghost to human half to further his pleading.
Vladimir Masters was not a man that begged for anything, he was a man that would take, and had proven that statement time and time again. But it would be the face of a broken man that would approach Clockwork, so on the day of his arrival, he sent away Daniel to train with the Far Frozen Clans, not wishing to anger the first halfa immediately. He had made all of his mirrors darken, as to not frighten the man when he would arrive. At the last one, he had given pause, seeing as it was a future about himself.
It was strange to ever see himself in one of the mirrors, especially when he was looking inside of another time mirror. His purple cloak billowed around him, and he looked less tired than he felt in the present. Clockwork allowed himself the simple indulgence of watching a blue hand wrap itself around his waist, dragging the Master of Time closer to a certain halfa. The ghost in the future leaned his head on Vlad’s shoulder, giving off a small hum in contentment.
Clockwork gave a longing sigh at the happy picture before letting the mirror dim. It was almost silly how he yearned for the companionship of the broken man, but knew all he had to do was wait it out. He turned around just as the doors to the tower swung open, revealing blazing red eyes, long dark hair, and light blue skin.
“You are late, Vladimir,” Clockwork half-heartedly joked. Vlad simply looked up and glared at the older ghost.
The Ghost of Time watched the man fly up to meet him halfway in the long hall, the angry expression fading to one of sadness and gloom. When they were a mere few feet away from one another, Vlad spoke, his voice harsh, “You know why I’m here.”
It wasn’t a question. “Yes, I do.”
The halfa floated downwards until his feet touched the floor. His body trembled as he fought back sobs, and Vlad fell to his knees before Clockwork. Two darkly glowing rings traveled up and down his body, showing Masters, the man needing help and care. Clockwork grit his teeth to keep from scooping the man up and telling him it would be okay, knowing that Vlad had to get over this in his own time. Red-rimmed, dark blue eyes looked up from disheveled silver hair that was out of its usual ponytail. His nicely tailored suit was wrinkled and the edges of the cuffs frayed.
Clockwork winced as the broken words formed on Vlad’s lips, “Then please, I am begging you. Just end me already!” He shook on the carpet, wrapping his arms around his sides, “There is nothing that I can do to benefit anyone anymore! My existence means nothing!”
It hurt Clockwork to not be able to scream that Vlad would one day be happy; that he’d be happy with him. The old ghost settled for resting a hand on the halfa’s shoulder, making Vlad raise his head, “Vladimir, you know I cannot.” Clockwork swallowed the lump in his throat, “Everyone’s existence means something, you still have purpose!” His other hand, absent of his staff, came to rest on his other shoulder. Clockwork tried to ignore the way his fingers tangled in the soft silver hair, “You just need to find it…”
I’m disappointed that there isn’t more fan art and fanfiction that involves Danny Phantom with other heroes. Show me Steve Rogers being horrified that a fourteen year old boy died halfway. Show me Danny bonding with Bruce because they’re not exactly human anymore. I want to see Danny and Tony have a snark off. I want to see Danny be a sort of big brother figure to Billy Batson. I want to see the Justice Leauge be amazed by how powerful Danny is. I want Batman and Superman promise Phantom that they will take him down if he ever goes rouge, but have Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent comfort a boy who remembers that he failed to save his family and only got lucky to get them back by THE ghost of time. I want Danny and Robin complain about evil fruit loops who want them as a son/apprentice and a force dating situation by a girl named Kitty/Kitten. How about Danny getting to know The Team and help Megan with her food. Just. Danny Phantom with other super heroes.
I feel ya man. We need more Danny and superheroes ;w;
The three heroes stood silently on the rooftop. Batman and Superman were soaking in the information Phantom was telling, who had tears in his eyes most of the story. The teen rubbed his eyes, cringing at the fact that he was this upset. He was a in front of his team for crying out loud; he shouldn’t be crying. Yet here he was, pouring his heart out while recounting the events of watching them, his family, and the world with them die by his own hands.
The older two stayed quiet, waiting patiently for him to finish his tale. It was unimaginable for them to think that the suddenly emotional boy had just witnessed his own self turning evil, and that it was a part of the future. There was still the possibility of him destroying everything. But right now, what was on their minds was comforting the crying teen who had just come back from watching everything and everyone he loved perish.
“Th-that’s why I called you guys up here. I needed you to promise me something.” Danny looked up brokenly, his eyes rimmed red as he sniffed.
Superman and Batman nodded, and Clark spoke softly, as to not break the boy further, “What is it, Danny?” Those bright green eyes focused on him, many emotions blurring together into one another.
“If… If that ever happens, don’t hesitate to take me out,” Danny murmured. He took a deep breath and then spoke with more confidence, wanting to make sure they knew everything to keep them safe, “There’s an invention by my parents, called the Fenton Ghost Peeler. It can tear a ghost apart molecule by molecule. You’d just need to weaken me a bit first to make sure it takes one shot.”
Superman was about to refuse, seeing as there had to be a different solution other than killing the young man. But Batman silenced him by speaking first, “If that’s what it take, you have our word, Phantom.”
The young ghost nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in knowing there was no other way if that future turned out to be true. He said his goodbyes, muttering something about talking to Jazz, and flew off into the night. Superman turned to his partner, an angry look on his face, “Please tell me you didn’t just agree to killing Danny.”
A small smirk appeared on Batman’s face as he watched the young ghost fly off, his form disappearing, “I said if it’s what it takes,” He turned to his partner, watching the Kryptonian with careful eyes, “I have no intention of it ever coming to that. He’s a good kid, Clark.”
“Yeah. We’ll make sure there’s no chance of that happening.” Clark smiled, thinking of Phantom’s usual cheery, pun-filled self. His mind supplied him with an anger filled Danny, not caring about the people around him, but he couldn’t seem to picture the image becoming a reality. “He’s a good kid.”
Danny groaned as he flew slowly into the Justice League’s shared kitchen. He opened the fridge and stuck his head inside, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from his fellow superheroes, who watched the halfa in fascination.
Flash was the one who approached him, asking what was bugging the half-dead teen. Danny moaned and leaned halfway out of the fridge, showing a disheveled white bedhead and bags under his radioactive green eyes, “Just let me cool off man.” The ghost gave a half-hearted laugh at his own joke before shoving his head into the freezer, sighing in relief.
Most Leaguers rolled their eyes at the horrid pun, but Barry just pat the half-ghosts back, trying to give him some sort of sympathy to know what was going on, “It can’t be that bad, Danny. Get your head outta the ice cream so we can talk about it.”
“Everything's a mess!” Danny spoke, lifting his head out of the cold once more to speak to his teammates, “I had to capture the Box Ghost five times just today, Skulker got new weapons that specialize for halfas, I got detention for being late to a class, and I have a huge test I’m going to bomb!” He banged his head against the fridge’s handle, the loud and numerous thuds making everyone flinch at the noise of impact, “And worst of all, I have a council meeting with the Observants tomorrow to talk about my being alive when I’m not supposed to be, but I can’t make it because of the stupid detention!”
Barry backed off, seeing as comforting superheroes wasn’t really his forte. Dinah shook his head at him and quickly took his place, rubbing soothing circles into Danny’s shoulders while he groaned incomprehensibly into the frozen treats, “Hey, it’ll be okay. How about we help you study for that test tomorrow, and we can work on your duplication so you can’t miss anything tomorrow?”
Phantom looked up, the biggest puppy dog eyes on his face that the League has ever seen, “Really? You’d do that for me?”
“We’re a team, Danny,” Dinah smiled. She grabbed the teen’s shoulders and turned him around to face her, smiling reassuringly at him, “Besides, it’s the least we could do.”
A large smile bloomed on Danny’s face, stretching wide as the declaration soon sunk in. He leapt forward, hugging her tightly as she gave a harsh laugh at the action, “Thanks, Dinah! You’re the bestest ever!”
A wisp of blue swirled from his mouth. He sighed as he heard the familiar words, “Beware! I am the Box-”
In a dark house sat two children all alone. Their parents away on a business trip, and they were left to their own devices for one singular night. Nothing was wrong in the odd hour of the awoken children; no storms, no thieves, no nightmares. There shouldn’t have been anything that would have kept them awake throughout the night.
But the dark haired younger brother, Daniel, clung to his sister’s side like his life depended on it. Jasmine rubbed her bright hair out of her eyes as she woke up to see her brother shaking like a leaf in her bed as if something was...wrong. Tears clung to his eyelashes, threatening to fall and Jazz pushed them away, using the pad of her thumb to wipe them off her crying brother’s face as she spoke in a whisper, “Danny? What’s wrong?”
The small child didn’t say anything at first. His fists tightened around his sister’s shirt, clenching and then unclenching, before he let go and let his head fall on her pillow. He opened his baby blue eyes, and Jazz saw they were rimmed with red due to his recent cry, “There’s a monster in my room.”
“There’s no such thing,” Jazz groaned. She rolled over in her bed and covered her head with her blanket to try and block out her brother. Danny began to shake her shoulders, determined to have her listen to him, and she just rolled her eyes, “Monsters don’t exist Danny. Just go back to bed, okay?”
Danny, whether it was bravery or stupidity, took his sister’s words to heart. ‘Monsters don’t exist,’ he told himself. The small six-year-old nodded at his thoughts, completely trusting his sister. He must’ve had a nightmare; nothing was in his room.
Because monsters don’t exist.
Danny crept down the hallway and Jazz peeked from under the blanket to watch his retreating form. The nine-year-old saw how careful her little brother was in closing her door, determined not to wake her up again tonight. A smile graced her tired face as she rolled back over to a more comfortable position. Soon Danny would see that the monster underneath his bed was just something Dad made up to spook him.
Tiptoes in socks were silent down wooden hallways, something that Danny had learned almost as soon as he had started wandering around the house at night when he had first begun to walk. His room was right ahead, and his name was on a little rocketship sign above the handle. The light from before was still there; a soft yellow draining itself from under the door. But along with that came a bright green leaking at the edges to show Danny that there was something else in his room.
He shook his head, ‘Monsters don’t exist.’ He echoed his sister’s words in his head over and over again as he rested his hand on the knob.
A sharp scream woke Jazz up that night, and she ran to her brother’s room where it had originated. She couldn’t see what was inside the room that had scared the boy so much from her angle, but she saw her brother on his back just outside his door bathed in green acidic light. His blue eyes widened in horror, and his mouth was open as a squeak escaped him. Arms were up to protect himself, but on closer inspection, Jazz noticed one of them had three long gashes on the side and dark red blood was pooling at the small child’s feet. Jazz rushed over and threw her arms around her brother.
She looked up to see what had obviously scared and hurt her brother to see a monster. With bright green with deep red eyes, the creature looked like something not of this world. Its gaping maw had bright green drool mixed in with Danny’s blood just dripping onto the floorboards. One of its claws had blood on it as well, and the creature led the arm to its fangs to lick the red drops off of it.
Jazz didn’t hesitate grabbing Danny and rushing downstairs to the basement. He struggled to keep up behind her, and his unresponsive body wasn’t helping the matter. The kid was going into shock, and his breaths were coming in sharp gasps as Jasmine drug him down a flight of stairs. She locked the basement door behind them before grabbing the emergency medkit their parents had underneath the stairs.
She murmured words of love and trust to Danny as she carefully patched him up as best she could, but he didn’t seem to want to listen to her words for once. He just kept shaking and muttering to himself, “But monsters don’t exist.”
The shaking boy slowly ceased his sharp movements and opted to let his sister encompass him in her arms. She rocked them back and forth, comforting the younger brother, and she ran her fingers through his hair until their parents came home the next morning.
The Fenton’s don’t leave their kids home alone anymore.
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