Hey! So I recently read Then You Came, and Then You Left, and was wondering if you could make a part 2 to that! Like, maybe Danny's ghost sense goes off and he goes to fight the ghost, only to find it to be his crush wrecking havoc. Maybe under control by some other ghost he has to stop? Idk it's just a concept I came up with a few minutes ago so you can interpret it, however you like! My idea isn't the best so you don't even have to use it, idc. Lots of love!~
Notes: I’d like to thank @zarieslayer for the suggestion! I hope you enjoy it.
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I’m sorry if this seems poorly written. I had it one way in my head, and it turned out completely different once I started writing. Hopefully you all like it. 😅
Characters: Danny, deceased!reader, OFC!Puppetmaster, Jazz, Tucker, Sam and mentions of Danny’s parents
Warnings: Deceased!ghost!reader is being controlled, Danny has to fight her, a sprinkle of angst, probably some spelling/grammatical errors, grief, acceptance?????
Word Count: 1,321
Part 1: Click Here
Masterlist: Click Here & Here
It’s been roughly six months since your funeral, and for everyone else, things were returning to normal, but for Danny... he was still grieving. A part of him still feels immense guilt for your death, and nothing anyone says makes him feel better. Sam and Tucker tried to comfort him, to distract him in any way possible, but it did nothing to lift Danny’s mood. Jazz tried providing more healthy coping skills, but he always refused. Even his parents noticed he wasn’t acting like himself, but he couldn’t tell them the truth, not if he wanted to be dissected molecule by molecule. So, despite his friends’ as sister’s wishes, Danny opted to suffer in silence. It seemed to be the only method that worked.
Until one day, he was forced to face a situation he wasn’t prepared for.
In the middle of class, Mr. Lancer’s, Danny’s ghost sense went off. The sight of the mist coming from his mouth had him stiffen in his seat, his eyes involuntarily checking his surroundings for anything that may be out of place. Nothing. Until an explosion in the hall had everyone screaming and running. In the midst of the chaos, Danny tipped his desk over and used the opportunity to transform. Phasing into the hall, he hovered over the scrambling teens and teachers to see what — or who — caused the explosion. Another explosion, less than three feet in front of Danny, and he had to cover his eyes from the intensity of the blast’s light. The students and teachers were quick to get out, and Danny used the quickly emptying hallway to try and find his opponent. And he did, and he felt his heart drop.
It’s you.
Your skin is pale, your hair whipping around you and your eyes and hands glowing a deep red.
“Y/N?” Danny stammered, slowly lowering himself in front of you, his hands hesitantly reaching out to touch you, stopping short of your shoulders. He couldn’t believe it. You’re... you’re in front of him, but there’s something wrong. “Y/N, can you hear me? What... I don’t know... What’s wrong?”
Without so much as a response, you grab the front of Danny’s outfit, the heat coming off your hands burning his chest.
He grabs your wrist, his face contorting in pain. You raise your other hand, a red orb of ectoenergy forming in the palm of your hand. You shove it in his chest and Danny can’t stop himself from screaming in pain. He transforms back into his human form, struggling to stay conscious despite the pain coursing through his body. His hands on your wrists loosened their grip significantly, his breathing heavy and labored and his eyes were bleary. But he wouldn’t look away from you.
“Y/N,” he wheezes, “please... it’s me...”
Your eyes, just for a second, flicker from red to an otherworldly blue, before turning back to red.
“She’s not the same girl you knew.” A form appeared behind you, a ghost with blood red eyes and a big, sadistic smile. She donned a lighter red dressed, long enough to cover her feet, and was held up by two straps on her shoulders. She had her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, but there were a few strands in front of her face. “Do you like my puppet?” she cackled, she placed a hand on your shoulder, but you didn’t fight back. “It took some time to get her under my control, but the outcome is so worth it.”
“Who are you?” Danny rasped.
“I’m the Puppetmaster,” she exclaimed. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Phantom. I’ve heard quite a few stories about you.”
“I’m sure you have.” Danny struggled to get out of your grip, but you weren’t letting up. “How’d you get to her...?”
“When news spread that your little girlfriend had passed into the Ghost Zone, well it was open season.” Puppetmaster chuckled. “She was convinced that you’d come to save her, but considering you don’t do anything unless a ghost comes here”—she motioned to the area around her—“I figured I’d bring her to you. As a surprise.”
With a wave of Puppetmaster’s hand, and you dropped Danny on the ground. He let out a strangled moan as he held onto his chest.
“You like it?” Puppetmaster sneered. “It’s a ghost neutralizer. Anyone who’s under my control gains some of my powers. Your ghost powers won’t work. It’s temporary, but it makes it fun for me for the time being.”
Crap. Is the neutralizer supposed to be painful? How is he supposed to fight you and your abductor on his own? Danny can already tell this isn’t going to end well.
“Hey!” Puppetmaster snapped herself around, glowering at the human who called out to her. She was surprised to see three humans standing behind her, their eyes bright with anger.
“Guys?” Danny called. “Get out of here!”
“Not a chance, little brother,” Jazz exclaimed. “We’ve got this.”
“Yeah, leave it all to us,” Tucker snickered.
With a smirk, Sam held up the Fenton Thermos. Popping the lid off, she aimed it at the Puppetmaster, who let out a shrill scream before getting sucked in. Once the lid was on, you blinked away the red in your eyes, the red aura surrounding your hands evaporating.
“Wha...?” you stammered. “Where am I?” Looking around, you felt confusion wash over you. “Casper High?” you murmured. “That’s... not possible.”
“Y/N?” Jazz called.
You turn and feel your confusion amplify. Sam, Jazz and Tucker were standing behind you, looking equally as caught off guard.
“What’re you guys...?” you sputter. “I’m not in the Ghost Zone, am I?”
“No.” You turn to see Danny struggle to his feet, a hand over his chest as he slowly began to feel the neutralizer wear off. “You’re in Amity Park,” he said, once he gained his footing. “The Puppetmaster brought you here.”
Your lips purse into a thin line. “I should’ve fought harder,” you murmured. “She wanted to use me to take over everything. I’m not even that strong of a...” You pause, the words getting caught in your throat.
“You’re strong,” Danny exclaimed, hurrying over to you. He gently grabbed your forearms, the coldness of your skin sending shivers up his spine. “You’re incredibly strong. I was the weak one. I couldn’t protect you, I couldn’t...”
Tears filled Danny’s eyes, a strangled sob escaping his mouth.
You look down, your hair falling over your face. “I never blamed you for my death,” you whispered. “I know it wasn’t your fault. There are some people — ghosts even — who’re just evil, who love inflicting pain on people. But what happened to me wasn’t your fault.”
“I couldn’t save you.” His voice was trembling, his whole body shook with his sobs. “I couldn’t keep you safe.”
“I heard what you said at my grave.” Danny looked up to you, wide-eyed. “I was there, I tried to stay far enough away so your ghost sense wouldn’t go off, but I heard you.” You looked at him, a pained smile on your face. “I always liked you, and I know there’s nothing we can do about it now, but I figured you should at least know.”
“Y/N...” Danny stammered.
“Promise me you’ll stop blaming yourself,” you stated. “I don’t like seeing you upset, even if I did try and attack everyone.”
The joke was a poor attempt at brightening the mood, and even though there was a slight upturn on the corners of Danny’s lips, it wasn’t enough to erase the look on his face or dry his tears.
“Can you promise me that?” He nods. “Good.” You nod, swallowing thickly. “I know it still hurts, Danny,” you add, “but it’ll get better. For all of us. Besides, next time you guys go through the Ghost Zone, I’ll be watching over all of you.”
