DP Prompt Danny walks into his bedroom to find a clone of him, not Danielle but one he's never met, asleep in his bed.
Notes: I’d like to thank @dp-marvel94 for the prompt! Hopefully you like it.
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Masterlist | Masterlist pt. 2
It had been a very, very long day. The day started out normal enough; Danny was able to get through school without a hitch, and it seemed like today would be one of those rare days a ghost didn’t attack. But, of course, he spoke too soon.
Skulker and Ember decided they were going to cause some trouble around Amity Park — scaring people, destroying things; the usual. Danny managed to sneak out of his final period to go fight them, and it ended the way it always did, with Skulker and Ember in the thermos. School had already ended by the time Danny managed to get back, so he quickly got his backpack and hurried out. Jazz and the others were waiting for him at the front of the school, and Jazz drove everyone home.
By the time Jazz and Danny made it home, it was late in the afternoon. Their parents were busying themselves with their latest ghost-hunting gadget, so they hardly took notice of their children.
With a heavy sigh, Danny made his way upstairs. He wanted some time alone, and the sounds of his parents working was already giving him a headache. Jazz looked at him worriedly, wanting nothing more than to make sure he was okay; but he insisted Skulker and Ember did no real damage to him.
“I’ve fought them a hundred times before,” he said, “I know all their tricks, I know what to look out for.”
Despite her better judgment, she chose to stay downstairs. If Danny insisted he was fine, the least Jazz could do was distract their parents until the thermos was emptied.
Once Danny reached his room, he closed the door and threw his backpack on the ground. He was utterly exhausted.
I’ll just lay down for a little bit, he thought.
Kicking his shoes off, he nearly jumped on his bed, ready to get a little sleep...
...until he heard something — someone — that shouldn’t be there, on his bed of all places.
“Ow!” The voice sounded young, feminine almost, maybe around Danny’s age. Whoever it was, it was hidden under his covers, Danny failed to even notice the lump at first. He immediately jumped onto his feet, his eyes glowing green, ready to attack. The covers were shoved back as someone sat up. It was... a girl? She had his dark hair and blue eyes, even the same skin color. He noticed her wearing an oversized t-shirt, one that almost looked like the one he usually wore. She was glaring at him, lips pursed into a thin line.
Danny’s eyes quickly changed to the usual blue, his cheeks burning as he tried to figure out what to say.
“Why’d you throw yourself on me?” she exclaimed, scurrying out of the bed. “I was sleeping.”
“How was I supposed to know someone was in my bed?” he snapped, his brows furrowing. “Who are you anyway?”
“You’re Danny Fenton right?” she asked. “The ghost boy?”
Confusion and fear bubbled in his stomach. Who is she? “Yes,” he responded. “How did you...?”
“I need your help.” She squared her shoulders. “My name is Y/N. I’m... I’m your clone.”
His eyes widened at that, as he tried to sputter out something — anything.
“My father is Vlad Plasmius.” Her voice was trembling, her eyes watering. “He made me in the hopes of having the perfect half-ghost son, but... he said he was tired of always getting female clones. He wants to kill me to construct the perfect son.”
Danny’s blood boiled. He dealt with Vlad’s experiments before — clones the fruit loop deemed “failures.” The only one Danny knew wasn’t a failure was Danielle, but she was out exploring the world, having finally gotten the stability she needed.
This clone, there wasn’t anything wrong with her, at least from what Danny could tell. She wasn’t melting, she wasn’t showing any signs of instability. Maybe she was different than Danielle.
“Can you help me?” she asked; begged.
His hands curled into fists. Danny thought he had taken care of Vlad’s lab the first time, stopping him from making anymore clones. Turns out he was wrong.
“Let’s go.”