(@floralflowerpower one ghost king Danny fic up for a late Valentines day gift because you deserve it!)
King of ghosts and all other ectoplasmic entities was the title that came with the crown of flames and ring of power, one Danny loathed the second people started treating him like an overlord.
Everyday all he heard was 'Can I get you a drink, sir?' to 'Would you like a towel, my liege?' the way the spoke those sentences was laced with venom and they failed at hiding it.
He would find himself trying to pass the crown and ring over to Plasmius every other Sunday, each time failing to hand over the title in an attempt at escaping for freedom.
'Please just take the crown!' He would plead hopelessly, sometimes dropping to his hands and knees with the two objects on the ground at Vlads feet who wouldn't dare take the title seeing how much pain and grief it brought Danny.
Danny would wander across the zone aimlessly, an unwanted cape draped across his shoulders, the only ectoplasmic entities that dared to step foot near him being brainless blobs or close friends, and even then he couldn't hand over the crown.
"I don't know Sam, it feels like no one wants me around anymore cause of my newest title." Danny said with a light sigh as he pushed open the door to his room, familiar blue sheets on his bed, a volleyball in the corner along with a desk amongst other things, he missed being at his real home.
"What makes you think that?" Sam asked, taking a seat on Dannys bed, springs creaking faintly and the thin layer of dust on the sheets being thrown into the air.
"I don't know, they all label me as 'My liege' or 'Sir' a few of them have called me 'King Phantom' before," He explained. "The way they speak to me is cold and unforgiving, I don't think I even touched any of the servants that ended up under my control, I don't even abuse them, in fact I tell them to leave and be free."
"It's the crown." Sam said, Danny gave her a blank look that could be interpreted in many ways.
"No crap sherlock." Danny said deadpan before sitting next to her, leaning his head on her shoulder.
"Who have you tried to con the crown over to?" Sam asked, Dannys face lit up a bit as a smile tugged at his lips.
"Good idea," Danny said before starting to rummage through his pockets pulling out a notepad of names, some crossed out and others left untouched. "Who have I tried to con?"
"Danny, no." Sam said before reaching for the notepad, Danny keeping the papers out of touch as he started to write another list.
"Poker, Black Jack, Roulette..." He said, listing off more potential ways to gamble off his crown and writing down each method on the paper.
"You plan on trying to gamble away your crown?" Sam asked with a sigh.
"Absolutely." Danny said, drifting up a bit before finding himself lounged on the cushions he had stuck to his roof.
"In the ghost zone?" Sam asked again agitation in her voice.
"Uh huh." Danny answered with, giving Sam a quizzical look.
"Where all ectoplasmic entities with half a brain would never dare to counter you in any way?" Sam asked once more rubbing her temples a bit at Dannys stupidity.
"I'll say double death is penalty for sucking up to me and losing on purpose," Danny answered with, as though that idea was obvious. "And I know I can facilitate an event, with my level of power in the zone."
"I still think this is going to end horribly." Sam said before lying down on Dannys bed, managing to lock eye contact with her friend who was still on the roof.
"Eh, so long as I don't have the crown by the end of it, I'll be happy." Danny said before stretching his legs a bit.
"What if Plasmius wins?" Sam offered, fear seeping into her voice, Danny chuckled a bit.
"He's seen me grovel at his feet to try and give him the crown, I'm pretty sure he wants nothing to do with it now." Danny explained with a smirk.
"Damn, you really must hate being the Ghost King, don't you?" Sam said, almost sarcastically, but at the same time, she couldn't imagine hating having so much power over so many people that she could turn to her will and follow her beliefs, she would probably love that.
"I despise it, the power is nice, but lack of fighters is annoying, and besides, I haven't be able to sate my obsession with lack of ghost attacks, I'm pretty sure that's starting to have an effect on my physical and mental condition." Danny explained with a sigh, memories of the smiles and cheering he heard when he banished a ghost, a faked staged attack wouldn't hit right for him, he doesn't even want to test out the idea.
Sure, he still has to protect ghosts from his parents as they haven't dropped the hobby of ghost hunting despite know Danny was a halfa, not of his status. The hits of serotonin he got from saving ghosts lasted less time than humans, as they still spoke with venom and called him Sir or My liege no matter how much the look on his face pleaded for a simple Thanks for the save Phantom.
He would be left with a bitter feeling in the pit of his core, cracks slowly forming and being healed by rapidly forming ice that took longer to form each time.
Danny knew in the back of his mind gambling over his only status ranking to someone else powerful was a horrible idea, but, he needed to.
Not for the people, definitely not for the people.
He's doing this for himself.
For the first time in a long time, he actively put his core first.
