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robinsegghead · 7 months ago

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Danny's Daycare Part 3

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Danny sighed, picking up the last of the toys and dusting his hands off. Today had been an all-time max of six kids. Ember had been a lifesaver (ha) taking over the majority of tasks for the day, knowing he wasn’t mentally present. Lunch Lady had stepped up as well, playing with the kids Ember didn’t have her eyes on and letting Danny take as many breaks as he needed.

He felt ridiculous. He barely knew the man, he shouldn’t be so shaken.

Trying to focus on something else, he thought about the recent growth of the daycare. He had known from the beginning that if the daycare was successful he’d need to hire help, but he hadn’t thought about it much more than that. With his duplicates and Ember and the Lunch Lady’s help he had a handle. Dora worked more in the background, helping Danny with paperwork and purchasing supplies (mostly clothes) for the kids. Some of the other ghosts who’d originally offered their help had gotten caught up in other things (read; obsessions) and hadn’t been around.

It was fine.

Hiring help was going to be even more difficult with Ember and Lunch Lady around, anyone he hired would have questions about their appearances. As it was, the parents were already getting confused about why they’d never met the other staff at the daycare.

He hadn’t taken a day off since opening the daycare and while hiring someone who would actually help was tempting, it wasn’t likely. He didn’t have any applicants as of yet and most of the parents didn’t have kids looking for part time work as a childcare worker. He was here to help those who already had jobs keep said jobs. Between the daycare, the realms, Jazz, his friends, and Gotham University asking if he’d like to teach some engineering classes, Danny was entirely booked. He didn’t have time to vet new employees.

It had been two weeks since he’d managed to do brunch with Jazz.

All he wanted to do was pass out in bed and enjoy that tomorrow was Saturday, and he could sleep in before going to the realms. But tonight he was supposed to bring Mrs. Bianchi’s family dinner. He grimaced, remembering the man he’d saved a few weeks prior and offered a job when he got out of the hospital. The man who’d gratefully accepted the offer and planned on building the fence for Danny’s Daycare. The man who apparently had enemies that sought him out the moment he left the safety of his own home.

Although it wasn’t uncommon, not everyone was so understanding of those who became goons. Mrs. Bianchi was struggling to keep her and her family together. Her daughter, Allegra, had been a regular face at his daycare every day since he’d gotten the call and after hearing about her father, he’d offered to bring them dinner to help out. It took a lot of convincing, but finally, she’d allowed it.

So, no break tonight. But that was alright.

The Bianchi’s needed a break more than he did.

And he needed to help.

His apartment was, thankfully, very close by, and he’d already prepared the casserole ahead of time. They would only need to throw it in the oven for twenty minutes to warm it up, but he wanted to do something extra nice, something that showed he was thinking about them. An hour later, with a casserole and a plate of fresh cookies in hand, Danny made his way to the Bianchi’s.

“Mr. Nightingale!” A voice called out warmly. He paused, a short way from the front door, looking for the voice. A dark-haired woman was crouched by the front garden, herbs in hand. “I’m Mia, mama said you’d be coming by.”

Returning her smile, he nodded. “Hi Mia, you can call me Danny. I brought dinner?” She nodded towards the door and led him inside.

The home was warm and welcoming, knick knacks and tchotchkes decorated every surface and wall, family pictures sat among them, it was a beautiful home. Not that he knew what a home was supposed to feel or look like.

Mia led him into the kitchen and directed him to place the goodies he’d brought on the stovetop. Just as he’d set down the containers of food, a small body crashed into his legs, he managed to keep his balance.

“’Llegra!” Mia shouted. “Sorry Mr.- Danny.”

Danny crouched down to speak with Allegra, tell her hello and ask how she was doing, but she immediately crawled into his arms and wrapped her own around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.

“Allegra, that is-” Mia started, sounding tired.

“It’s okay.” Danny stood up, the girl held close in his arms. He didn’t mention the wet spot on his shoulder. “I’m sure little miss Allegra just wanted to say hello.” He rubbed her back soothingly. “Is your mother home?” He asked, hoping he sounded older than he was. He wanted to sound like a grownup- an adult who knew what he was doing. Not some kid with a surplus of wealth and a gung-ho attitude.

Mia hesitated a moment, still looking like she wanted to make Allegra get down but decided better of it. “She’s this way.”

Carrying Allegra, Danny followed the older girl. The two sisters looked a lot alike with dark wavy hair, thick eyebrows, and strong cheekbones and it was clear Mia felt close with Allegra. Why did Danny keep running into siblings who reminded him of his and Jazz’s relationship? Not every sibling duo is the same as his!

In the living room he found a woman who looked exactly like Mia, or he supposed, the other way around, just a bit older. There were gray hairs in her raven black hair and laugh lines and crow’s feet adorning her face. She was still beautiful. She was going through a pile of photos with a sad look on her face. She looked up as they walked into the room and masked her pain. He knew that feeling all too well.

“Mrs. Bianchi, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” He shifted the squirming child in his arms. “The casserole just needs to be reheated and I made brownies.”

Mrs. Bianchi gave her daughter a look. Mia gently pulled Allegra out of Danny’s arms and left. Danny wanted to ask what that was about but gave the woman time to arrange her thoughts. “I didn’t trust you.” She started. “My Victor told me… you’d offered him a job. I’d heard that before and it ended with him getting shot in an alleyway.”

She let out a shuddering breath, placing her fingers on a picture of what he could only assume was her late husband. “But what would a scumbag have to gain from saving a dying stranger in an alleyway?" Her voice was almost a whisper. “He insisted on trusting you and I trusted him.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Bianchi. I- I don’t know what you’re going through but… I’d like to help in any way that I can. If you’ll let me.” He understood pain he understood pain she’d never understand but he had no idea what losing your spouse was like. He’d never lost anyone to death, not like this.

Her eyes pierced his, he tried not to fidget as she peered into his soul. “Maybe he was right to trust you Mr. Nightingale.” She stood, putting the pictures aside. “Thank you for looking after Allegra, I believe you’ll be seeing more of her for a while yet. And,” She paused. “I believe you’ll see an influx in children in the coming days.”

He wasn’t sure what she meant, but didn’t ask as he was shown outside soon after.

~~~

Exhaustion was a feeling Danny was getting used to. To be completely frank, he’d been getting used to the feeling since he was a child, and his parents Jack and Maddie forgot his seventh birthday because they’d gotten the idea to create a ghost portal. That was more of a mental and emotional exhaustion but when he was fourteen and died because of said ghost portal… that was a physical exhaustion.

Still, he wasn’t sure the last time he’d felt this bone deep exhaustion in his human form. He remembered the last time he’d felt this way in his ghost form he remembered the feeling of the blade slipping under his skin he remembered the taunts Jack and Maddie threw at him as he cried and screamed he remembered dissociating to save himself from-

“Hey, why don’t you move away from the edge?”

Seriously, how were so many people sneaking up on Danny these days? First Tim, then Damian, now this guy?! Looking up (Or maybe it was down? Danny was on his back so the man in front of him appeared to be upside down) Danny recognized Nightwing and sighed. He’d been so clear with the others about not running into vigilantes, and now here he was… running into one of them.

Hey, at least it was one of the supposedly nicer ones.

“I’m not gonna jump man.” Danny groaned. “Too tired anyways.”

Gravel crunched under the vigilante’s feet as he approached. “I’d still feel a lot more comfortable if you weren’t one careless move away from becoming a pancake.”

Danny chuckled. “Your comfort isn’t exactly my concern.” Nightwing came into view, frowning. “Don’t look at me like that, man. You’ll make me feel bad.”

“Well we wouldn’t want that.” His tone was sarcastic, and his frown had turned into a smirk. “If my discomfort isn’t your concern why should your happiness be mine?”

The halfa stifled a laugh. “Aren’t you supposed to be a hero or something?”

“Vigilante.” Nightwing amended.

“Same difference.”

Nightwing crouched beside Danny, watching him like a hawk. It was uncomfortable. The angle Nightwing was watching him from while Danny was lying on his back reminded him of-

Bolting upright, Danny shifted away from the edge and Nightwing simultaneously; the vigilante watched him with confusion, reaching out to help until he realized Danny was hyperventilating. “Hey- hey, hey, breathe with me, okay? In,” He took in an exaggerated breath. “Out.” He exhaled loudly and repeated the action a few times.

Danny evened out his breathing easily (he didn’t need to breathe so it wasn’t difficult once his brain remembered that fact) and leaned against the HVAC behind him. “Sorry.” He managed, embarrassed, looking out towards the city.

The vigilante watched him for another minute before fully sitting down and following Danny’s gaze. “So what are you doing up here?”

“I like heights, needed a good view after the last few weeks.” They lapsed into comfortable silence after that, though Danny was sure Nightwing was planning on asking a few more questions. He’d enjoy the silence for now.

The city was much louder than Amity on its loudest night and he couldn’t say he loved the sounds, but he loved that it sounded nothing like his hometown. His hometown that sounded like silence and willing ignorance and purposeful arrogance and bigotry. His feelings towards Amity were mixed but mostly leaned towards ‘would only visit again if it were a matter of life and death’ (and even then he might not because he was already alive and dead).

Gotham’s least desirable feature was the smog that blocked out the night sky. It had been too long since Danny had been able to see the clear night sky, trace the constellations with his eyes, and calm his breathing while reciting facts about space. Lady Gotham was going to owe him big time after all this was done.

“Where are you from?” Nightwing asked, settling on one of the most boring questions he could have asked.

Danny rolled his eyes. “What an original question, Nightwing. I’m assuming my accent gave it away?” The vigilante nodded. “Illinois.” He had no intention of mentioning Amity Park to anyone in Gotham. Tucker had given Danny and his sister new identities after the Incident, and he had promised no one would be able to figure out who they had been before. Danny tended to trust Tucker’s abilities, but when it came to Amity Park, the Fenton’s, the GIW, and ghosts, he leaned towards paranoid. Plus, the birds and bats were notorious for getting whatever information they wanted.

“Why on Earth would you move to Gotham?” Nightwing laughed.

“Someone asked for my help.” Danny admitted. “I can’t say no when someone wants help so… here I am.”

Nightwing nodded, knowingly. “And what do you do?”

“Opened a daycare in the Bowery.” The vigilante’s eyebrows lifted, surprised. “The friend who wanted my help has a friend who…. well they’re very rich and it’s entirely free. I just run things, make sure parents are able to go to work without leaving their kids home alone.” Danny shrugged.

“That sounds really helpful.” Nightwing smiled. “So the exhaustion..?”

“Oh yeah, kids are a nightmare. Not something I ever thought I’d do, but I’m good with them- I had a really good example of what not to do.” He chuckled bitterly earning a frown from the vigilante, but he didn’t notice it. “Even with how exhausting they are… they’re good kids. Like, Marco, he told me his dad used to leave him home alone while he was at work- the kids five! But his poor dad could either quit his job, leave his kid home alone, or turn to gooning. So…. Daycare.”

Nightwing’s smile had only grown through Danny’s little rant. “I’m sure Marco and his dad are both grateful to you.”

Danny stood, dusting his pants. “They should be grateful to the person who asked for my help, I’m not doing all that much myself, wouldn’t have even thought to do it if they hadn’t asked. You on the other hand, you guys do a lot for this city. No one asked, and I’m sure people don’t always thank you.” He offered the vigilante a hand and pulled him up.

Now, Danny was pretty confident in his appearance, but when Nightwing stood up straight Danny was once again reminded that he was only 5’6”. Nightwing was clearly half a foot (or more) taller, and it was…. Well it was annoying. Pushing down that observation, Danny turned towards the rooftop exit door. “I’ll see you around, Nightwing.”

“Hey, wait-”

But Danny really didn’t want the birds and bats getting too close to him, so he let the door swing closed behind him, turned invisible, and flew back to his apartment.

He was really tired.

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Danny woke to a crying sound. It took him a full panic-stricken thirty seconds to remember the kittens he’d taken in and relax marginally. He’d been giving the sick on its medicine, feeding them on a schedule, scooping the litter, and everything else he thought he was supposed to do, but he’d been busy and hadn’t gotten around to spending much time with them.

Or naming them.

Ancients dammit Danny!

Rolling out of bed, Danny followed the crying sound coming from the living room. Mama cat was sitting on the couch cleaning herself, and the three little kittens were trying to find a way to follow her up. She clearly wasn’t interested in helping them.

Dropping down next to them, Danny held out his hand. The orange kitten -despite being sick and making little wheezing sounds at all times- was clinging to the side of the couch a few inches off of the ground and crying for help. Gently, Danny cupped his hands around the little cat’s body and pulled him away from the couch.

“Hey little guy, curiosity killed the cat, so I’d be careful if I were you.” He held the kitten close and scratched under his chin. He nipped at Danny’s finger and twisted his body to escape, only Danny’s quick reflexes kept the kitten from falling to the floor. “Woooah there! Curious little guy aren’t you?”

He set the orange kitten down and noticed the calico had disappeared. Looking around frantically, he found her on the opposite side of his apartment, (seemingly) looking out the balcony door. “How’d you get all the way over there?” He chuckled, following the kitten and looking out the door. “You can’t really see the stars in Gotham.” She meowed in response.

After a few moments of staring out into the starless sky, Danny noticed the calico toddle away from him. It seemed Mama had decided she’d had enough time to herself and had jumped back down into the reach of her children. The kittens barreled into her; she laid down so they could nurse, and Danny watched, an idea coming to him.

He felt the need to make their names official, so he found a website that made custom nametags for pets and put in his order. Instead of putting away his phone he snapped a picture of the cats and sent it to his newest contact.

Danny: Thank you again for all of your help the other night, Damian!

Danny: [Image of three kittens nestled into their mother’s belly]

Danny: I decided on names for them. The orange cat is Curiosity (like the mars rover lol), the Calico is Cosmos, and the white one is Spectre. Mama cat is Mars but I’m gonna call her Marzipan!

Danny: This is Danny by the way.

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Damian couldn’t fathom who was messaging him at this time of night, but he wished they would stop. Father kept looking at him strangely from the batcomputer every time his phone vibrated. They’d called it an early night due to father still recovering from an injury and Damian having a test in his first class the following morning. Damian had just finished taking his gear off and was planning on hitting the showers just as his phone began buzzing.

Father quirked an eyebrow at him as he swiped his phone away. “I’m sure it is Grayson spamming the family group chat with meaningless memes again.” He explained nonchalantly.

It was not, in fact, Grayson.

Unknown: Thank you again for all of your help the other night, Damian!

Unknown: [Image of three kittens nestled into their mother’s belly]

Unknown: I decided on names for them. The orange cat is Curiosity (like the mars rover lol), the Calico is Cosmos, and the white one is Spectre. Mama cat is Mars but I’m gonna call her Marzipan!

Unknown: This is Danny by the way

Damian had not given that fool his number to be spammed with useless information- what kind of name was curiosity? Why were they all seemingly space themed? Despite his annoyance, Damian responded.

Damian: How is the sick one healing?

He didn’t expect a quick response, it was almost four in the morning, why had the man been up so early anyways? He got a response almost immediately.

Unknown: Curiosity’s healing pretty well although he hates the medicine and it’s a battle every time I have to give it to him!

Damian: That is unacceptable. Fighting a sick cat will not contribute to its healing.

Unknown: He hasn’t missed a dose or anything, he just squirms a lot!

Damian: Do you require assistance?

Damian refused to change the man’s name in his phone until he knew his last name. He would not be calling him…. Danny. Unfortunately, Damian was only a volunteer at the vet clinic and as such had not been privy to any of Danny’s personal information and therefore, did not know his last name. It felt strange to ask for it.

Unknown: Nah it’s fine, just wanted to show you they’re doing all right and I appreciate you helping me figure this all out!

He did not feel a spike of happiness shoot through him- that would be ridiculous. Something this simple from a complete stranger, albeit a strange who listened to all of his advice and took him seriously when others never did, would not make him happy!

Damian: I could not let someone completely untrained take care of animals, especially when one was sick.

Unknown: :’) You do care

“Damian?” Father’s voice cut into his thoughts. Looking up he realized he’d stopped short of the shower room and had ended up having the entire conversation over text in the entryway between the main cave and the showers. Father raised an eyebrow, glancing between his son and the phone. “Is everything all right?”

He nodded sharply, turning off the phone and pushing away the ridiculous feelings he’d been having. “I’m fine father. I’ll just shower and head to bed for the night.” He didn’t bother looking at his phone again for the rest of the night.

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#fanfiction #danny phantom #danny phantom/jason todd #danny's daycare #dp x dc #nightwing #Damian Wayne #Danny has cats #Dead on Main

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alalaya2 · 2 years ago

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Decided to continue this enjoy

Part 2 Ecto hits the fan

While Tim found the hornet nest that would cause the JL to be up in arms ready to attack the United States government . There was a town in the west of Huntington ky on the ohio side of the river in Amity Park. The young King was looking up at the night sky he was floating high enough that most Ecto weapons wont hit him and if any GIW had a jet packs he would hear them coming with enough time to get away.

He had just turned 16 today and Clockwork has finally told him that he was now the king of the infinite realm. Things were going to happen soon and fast the realms themselves were gearing for war. If things didn’t change soon. Then he, as the king, would have to lead them to battle.

Danny closed his eyes let the light of the stars shine over him. It was getting harder to keep both the humans and ghosts safe from the GIW. They didn’t care who they hurt Star and Wes were still in the hospital from when a stray shot from agent O nearly killed them. If Danny had been a second late they would’ve been crushed by the tree Agent O had shot down. As it was Wes had a broken arm and Star had broken 4 ribs while both of them had a concussion.

Last year his entire class had discovered his identity after an incident with Vlad. They had all started to help him because members of team Phantom. His parents had interrupted Boxy’s and Lunch Lady’s bonding ceremony and now admitted that ghosts were sentient and not all ghosts were evil. He finally told him that he was a halfa two months ago so things were going well at the home front at least.

While his personal life was getting better it didn’t change the fact that he was not ready to be a king and he didn’t want to go to war. Phantom opened his eyes looking at a satellite and wondering if it was the Famous watchtower. Most of the tower had tried to contact the JL many times his first year as a hero. They had thought that the first time was a prank call and by the next call the GIW had started to put up an informal barricade. No other calls had gotten through.

Tucker had hacked their system and found out that by the end of the first year. No information about the ghost were available to anyone outside of Amity and anyone who was in Amity was heavily edited to the rest of the world Amity Parker’s didn’t exist. Danny’s first thought was to fly up to the watchtower himself and tell them what was happening. Sam had stopped him while Amity wasn’t public knowledge the Anti-Ecto acts were publicly available. This either meant they knew and agreed with them or they didn’t know and we’re being kept in the dark. Now he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to it was too dangerous for his people for him not to be around.

His ghost senses went off and he sighed. His rouges had been getting better at not being destructive but The GIW were also out. He looked down to see Ellie running from the GIW. protective rage thrummed through his core

Not My Daughter

He took off like a shot his core screamed as he saw Ellie take a shot to the back. Ectoplasm seeping down her back as she was still trying to get away.

“Papa!” She cried out as she saw him coming.

Dani now called Ellie had finally stabilized and had created a parent- child bond with him. He could feel the echo of pain from that bond.

“Ellie” he cried out looking at the GIW he noticed the had a net. “Ellie look out” he pushed her out of the way the net wrapped around him and a high electric current went through the net. The last thing he saw before passing out was Wulf grabbing Ellie and taking her to safety

#danny phantom #dp x dc #ghost king danny #tim drake #bones prompts #green lantern #feral Amity park #justice league #martian manhunter #GIW are screwed #Princess Dani Phantom

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wemlygust · 16 days ago

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Danny knows how to care for animals because his parents are real big into reanimation, you say? ... Has Danny been adopting all the sentient hotdogs and keeping them in little terrariums? Taking them for walkies? Maybe he had a weird reputation at school not, as he always assumed, because of the ghost thing, but instead because he kept smuggling sentient food into class in his pockets and/or backpack. He was not as stealthy and subtle as he thought he was; he just got away with it because at first people didn't know how to deal when confronted with such a thing, and then it was, like, too late to react. It just accidentally became the case that everyone mutually ignored Danny's weird... pets? because that's what everyone else was doing. Also there was a rumor that Danny was in league with Lunch Lady. They all liked have lunch, upsetting Danny might jeopardize that. Over time, the teachers acquired Opinions about which sentient food pets were most or least disruptive in class. (Did these opinions have any basis in real fact? Who knows. Hard to tell. They didn't disuss it with each other because the mutual ignoring accidentally had extended even into the staff break room.) Mr. Lancer secretly tried to teach a hotdog to read once. He was bored, okay. He was bored. And it had escaped from Mr. Fenton's backpack during study hall time. And he couldn't just... loudly call everyone's attention to the hotdog to get Mr. Fenton to corral it. Mr. Fenton didn't seem to realize it was missing until he was well on his way out the door after class. But Lancer said, "Um," rather feebly, and Danny glanced over and saw the hotdog on his disk, leaning against the pen mug. Danny looked panicked, blurted, "Awww, it likes you! Bye!" and ran out of the classroom. Without the hotdog. Mr. Lancer tried to reunite the hotdog with Danny. He did. He went all the way to the Fenton's abominable house. But then he didn't know how to tell them or ask about it... It'd be so awkward. And it was clearly alive. It was a pet? He thought it was a pet. Which meant he couldn't just abandon it. And then suddenly Danny Fenton was missing. And he... stayed missing. It kept Mr. Lancer up at night, unable to stop wondering. The hotdog was good company, honestly. Mr. Lancer had never fed it anything, but it seemed to be fine. So Mr. Lancer resigned himself to the situation. He would take care of his buddy the hotdog until Danny returned. If he- anyway. Lunch Lady beamed and served him extra dessert, once she noticed. His colleagues didn't mention it.

Yes I Have Parents, No My Mom Isn't Poison Ivy

Dpxdc Prompt #15

Fact: Danny Fenton has dark hair, blue eyes, an insatiable need to protect others, and (as of recently) lives in Gotham.

This fact makes him prime "adoption bait" for The Batman.

Fact: Danny Fenton is not an orphan.

This fact is.. a bit of a hurdle, but didn't stop B with some of his other kids.

Fact: Danny Fenton's mother has auburn hair, green-tinged skin, a PHD, and has a tendency to make things a little more animated than they should be.

This fact leads the Bats to make the perfectly logical conclusion that Danny Fenton's mother is none other than their very own Pamela Isley.

Fact: Danny Fenton's mother's name is Maddie Fenton.

This fact is the only one on this list that the Bats aren't privy to.

Dick: Black hair, blue eyes, honestly Danny you look like prime adoption bait for my dad. Danny: Huh really? Well my sister and mom have red hair and neither of them have blue eyes. Dick:...hmm

Tim, noticing that Danny's skin is actually a pale green: Hey uh did you know that your skin is green? Danny: Oh yeah, my parents work with so many chemicals it practically runs in the family at this point. Tim:...hmm

Jason: going on a rant about literary themes Danny: Listen man, while my parents have PHDs I'm a highschool dropout. I'm from a science-y family, we didn't really do language arts at my house. Jason, pausing for a second:...hmm

Damian: Now Fenton, do you know how to care for living creatures or do I have to postpone you meeting Titus to be certain you won't immediately do something disgraceful. Danny: Oh yeah I totally know how to care for animals. Well not animals exactly, but my mom and pops are real big into reanimation. Damian:...hmm

Tim, staring at the file for Danny who for all intents and purposes just appeared one day in Gotham with no history: He's totally Ivy's son isn't he? Damian: I do believe that is a probable assumption. Jason: Oh yeah, 100%. Dick: For sure, doesn't mean we can't get B to adopt him though!

#so yeah this is what's happening in Amity while Danny is in Gotham being not-Ivy's-son #ok?#okay #what am I doing with my life #dcxdp #dp #dpxdc #dp crossovers #dc crossovers #sentient food #sentient hotdog #pet hotdog #mr. lancer #danny phantom #mr. lancer & hotdog: buddy cop dramedy #does anyone ever mention it?#ever?#>:)#I've lost it guys

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booksfuelmysoul · 2 years ago

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Chapter 2: Learning

The book slammed on the desk, “Miss Kane! If you are not going to pay attention in this class then why are you here?!”

Embarrassment filled her chest as everyone giggled. It always felt like this. Either she wouldn’t pay attention in class and get in trouble or she would find a way to pay attention that was somehow wrong and still get in trouble. There seemed to be no middle ground.

Martha hunched her shoulders up by her ears, then she immediately straightened her posture again. She didn’t actually want to be here. She wanted to run outside. In the sunlight. Free of all her troubles. But that wasn’t in the cards for a ‘proper lady of her status.’

Especially since she had turned thirteen. It seemed that was the switch for her parents. The girl is thirteen: send her to finishing school to have the ways of a dull, mild mannered lady drilled into her.

The tight energy coiled in her veins saying move move move, yet once again she was forced to ignore it.

Another dull day of learning.

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It had been one month of receiving Martha’s memories in his dreams. Which would be fine! If he also didn’t receive her restlessness.

Every time she had the urge to fidget, so did he. He constantly tapped his fingers, shook his legs, and shuffled his feet. What made it worse was that he heard Martha’s teachers yell every time he slouched, put his elbows on the table, and even criticizing how much he ate. Which was a real bummer.

Every once in a while, when the voices of probably long dead teachers got too loud, his body would react by making him invisible or intangible. Right now was an inconvenient time, as he went to take a bite of his cereal and the spoon fell through his hand.

“-and it’s done.” Mom cheered.

With that Dad boomed about the new Fenton Finder. Which, of course, locked onto him as being a ghost.

Thankfully, or not, Jazz went on a rant about how their parents slacked off in their role as guardians to their children while ushering Danny out the door to her car.

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School made it even harder to hide his condition. From all the people, to all the noise, to the smell of the chemicals used to clean the building. Everything made him want to hide, which made his new powers react to help him hide.

His friends tried to help (pulling him from the floor, reassuring him that just because he was different now, didn’t mean he was a freak). But part of the problem was he hadn’t told them the whole truth. That he wasn’t only Danny anymore. They didn’t know about Martha.

“–recyclo-vegetarian!” Sam boasted.

“Which means… what?” Tucker asked.

“She doesn’t eat anything with a face on it,” Danny explained.

Which led to Tucker bragging about his ability to determine what Danny had had for dinner the night before.

“Impressive,” he replied.

Tucker’s pride in his diet was quickly replaced by fear at the next sentence out of Sam’s mouth: “The school board finally agreed to a new cafeteria menu.”

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Lunchtime had descended into chaos. Between the change in menu, the flaming ovens, and the new lunch lady ghost summoning a suit quite literally made of meat, Danny was ready for the day to end. And of course as soon as he was confident in his abilities and wanting to be seen, he lost hold of his shift and was back to being regular old Danny.

Sam was grabbed by the meat monster. He and Tucker were dragged by Lancer to his office before Danny could transform and follow her.

Sitting there, listening to Lancer list out their faults seen by the school before yelling at them for ‘conspiring to destroy the school cafeteria.’ When Danny tried to explain that, while he may have been (definitely was) the one to start the food fight, Dash was the one bullying him, Lancer cut him off. Listing Dash’s football skills as if they were relevant to the conversation.

As soon as Lancer and Dash left the room, they made their escape through the floor tracking the trail of meat to the basement.

Where Sam was buried in a pile of meat.

With the lunch lady ghost trying to force her to eat meat.

Great.

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“What is a woman’s greatest tool?” The instructor asked.

Martha knew the answer, but she also knew that she wasn’t actually expecting a response from her pupils.

“A woman’s greatest tool is her mind. Her wit,” she continued, “her ability to come up with an idea and make those in her life believe they were the ones to come up with it.

“If a woman can convince those around her to compromise the ideas they have with the one she has, then she will succeed in life.”

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When Danny woke up, in his own room nevertheless, it would not be an exaggeration to say he was disoriented.

“Wh–what’s going on?!!”

After freaking out about the thought of maybe being out for days Tucker and Sam started another argument. Both left determined that their choice of food would be the one to stay in the cafeteria. Hopefully everything will be back to normal tomorrow.

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He really shouldn’t have said that out loud yesterday, he most definitely jinxed himself.

The entire school was divided. Half were dressed in what seemed to be meat costumes, and the other half dressed like hippies. And of course Sam and Tucker were at the lead of their respective sides.

When they both walked up to him he asked, “You guys put together two protests in one night?”

He was more impressed than anything really.

And there was the arguing again. He tensed as they yelled at him to choose a side.

Thankfully, and wow wasn’t that jarring, the lunch lady ghost appeared in a giant swarm of meat condensing into an enormous meat suit.

Oh boy.

The resulting ghost fight led to him crashing into the ground making a giant crater. He lifted himself on shaking arms.

“Oh dear,” the ghost said sweetly, “what a mess. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied, “I think so.”

An idea sparked in his head but before he could enact it the ghost was yelling again and controlling five miniature meat monsters.

“Can we talk about this?!” He yelled while being flown away by the meat monsters.

Something metal slammed into his face. The Fenton Thermos! Wasn’t it supposed to trap ghosts?

He was suddenly released from high in the sky, somehow managing to transform midair. He flew back to the ghost, begging to whatever was out there that his plan would work, and if not his plan then the thermos.

“Can we please talk?!”

“SOUP’S NOT ON THE MENU!!”

“I WANT TO TALK!!”

She looked stunned, like she couldn’t believe him.

“I just want to talk,” he said before she could say anything, “I’ll bring my friends, Sam and Tucker, we can all talk and find some way to make the menu work for all of us. Can’t we?”

She judged him, “I will return tomorrow. Your little friends better be ready to talk. And… perhaps compromise can be made.”

Relief filled him and he turned to fly away when she said, “Y’know dearie, death leaves her mark on everyone. Can you tell me why you seem to have two marks from death?”

He froze, shoulders tense. He heard his parents booming. “I can explain, and I’m sorry about this. I’ll explain it later too.” And he sucked her into the thermos and hid it behind his back.

“–you would have to be a moron not to see the ghost directly in front of you.”

His parents quirked their eyes at him but after a rambled excuse of the ghost running away they ran in the direction he pointed. And Jazz stomped off looking frazzled and upset.

And somehow he, Sam and Tucker were the ones forced to clean up the entire school.

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“No way! No way are we talking to the crazy ghost lady!”

“Sam I said you would, besides, this is the first ghost we’ve met that can talk! Maybe even give me some pointers in the being a ghost department,” he begged, his hands clasped as if in prayer, “please at least give it a try.”

He saw the moment she relented, huffing a heavy sigh, “Fine. But she better not bury me in a meat pile again.”

He released the breath he was holding as he opened the portal. He had released and explained why he had captured the ghost (her name really was Lunch Lady( she had explained that she hadn’t actually died, but was instead the physical embodiment of all lunch ladies)) yesterday.

And now they were discussing the pros and cons of a diet with meat and a diet without. It didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

“CHILDREN NEED THE PROTEIN MEAT PROVIDES!”

“DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW BAD ANIMALS ARE TREATED IN THE ANIMAL HUSBANDRY INDUSTRY?!”

“YOU LISTEN TO ME LI–”

“Wait! Sam, that,” Danny exclaimed, “that!”

“‘That’ what Danny?”

“That’s what’s behind your protest against meat! Animal cruelty!”

They all looked at him open mouthed.

“What’s animal husbandry?” Tucker asked.

“Animal farming,” Sam replied, crossing her arms. “Most of the animals that end up in your gullet were raised in poor conditions with their only purpose in life being slaughtered .”

Tucker’s brows furrowed and Lunch Lady squinted her eyes.

“So it’s less that you have a problem with someone eating meat, and more the process of how that meat is acquired?” Tucker asked, “Then why in the world did you start with the school cafeteria menu! Honestly, schools don’t like to change. It was always bound to backfire.”

Sam opened her mouth to retaliate, but seemed to find no words.

Lunch Lady placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, “It seems you’ve got a big heart dearie, and I suppose this misunderstanding can be forgiven this once,” she smiled, then went serious, “But don’t mess with the school menu again.”

Back to smiling, “Now you two run home, the ghost child and I have much to discuss before I leave.”

Ah, right. She wanted to know why death had marked him twice. Unfortunately he knew exactly what she meant.

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Danny collapsed on his bed, exhausted from the events of the past three days.

I’m not ready to go into detail he had told Lunch Lady but this is my second life.

That was… the first person he had told. Telling her had felt like a small amount of the weight on him had lifted.

Lunch Lady had left smiling, and with a promise to bring him food. You’re so skinny! Plus, even as a half ghost you’re going to need ectoplasmic meals.

He fell asleep smiling, something deep within him extremely satisfied.

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So different this world is already. Such a small change, but such a giant ripple it’s making. This is going to be interesting.

@starscreamlover @akikoyuii @that-one-goblin @lehana37 @dxrksong @mj-arts-n-stuff

#dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #danny phantom #martha wayne #batman #martha wayne!danny

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epickendall · 3 years ago

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Halfa-Demon? part 2

Next week Danny wakes up from his sleep by his alarm on his phone. He gets up to do his daily routine by brushing his teeth, putting on his clothes, and when he tries to brush his hair, he suddenly changes into his demon form.

"God dammit I thought I got that under control," Danny thought. He quickly changed back to his human form.

Danny finishes his routine. He heads downstairs and goes into the kitchen to see his parents there. His dad Jack Fenton was wearing an orange jumpsuit reading the morning newspaper at the kitchen table, while his mom Maddie Fenton was wearing a blue jumpsuit putting bread into the toaster.

His mom sees him walking into the kitchen "good morning Danny how was your sleep?"

"Good," said Danny seats at the kitchen table

Jack put down the newspaper "so Danny how is your new job you've been quite busy these past days?"

"It's going good," then he thought, "if your job is actually in hell."

"Good because when I was young I started working about your age and it first taught me about responsibility and hard work. Also does your workplace experience anything paranormal?"

"Nope everything is fine at work dad no ghosts at all."

Maddie came to Danny with a plate of eggs and bacon, placed it in front of him, and came into the conversation.

"I still don't like you working this early for your age and boss calling when ever you got free time," said Maddie

"Let's just say my boss is a bold person when it comes to his business," Danny begins to eat.

"Well I don't want your new job affecting your school and personal life."

"If she only knew," Danny thought.

Then Danny's sister Jazz comes downstairs and sits at the kitchen table, and Maddie also gives her the same thing she gave Danny.

"So Jazz, do you have any plans for the day?" said Jack

"Probably study up on my reading test for tomorrow after school," said Jazz

"That's like to here," Jack goes back to his newspaper

"Do you have any plans for Danny?"

"Nope," said Danny, who thought, "if Blitz doesn't call me."

"Well I hope both of you have a good day at school," said Maddie

"School a place that makes hell seem nicer somehow," Danny thought

A few hours later, at Danny's school, Casper high school after half of the day of school work, tests, and school bullies. It's lunchtime. Danny is at a lunch table with his two best friends Sam a goth girl and Tucker a wannabe lady's man chatting up after eating cafeteria food.

"Have you guys seen the movie trailer for Kid Hell?" said Tucker

"Yeah that movie looks badass and I love the gothic theme to it," said Sam

"Kinda," said Danny

"We should go check out the movie after school," said Tucker

"I'm up for it, Danny?" said Sam

"No thanks I whether see something else," said Danny

"Why don't you want to see Kid Hell?"

"I'm kinda not into demon related things anymore."

"Yeah you stop playing Doom," Tucker pitches in

"Well I'm over with that game." Then Danny's phone buzzed. He pulled out a red and black phone and looked at it to see it was nonfiction for one of his apps. He noticed Tucker looking at it "what?"

"Dude I have never seen a phone like that where did you get?" said Tucker

"From my job." Danny put away his phone

"Speaking about your job what do you even do at your job?" said Sam

"Just filing papers and taking care of a few things around the workplace."

"And you get a cool phone like that, are they hiring?" Tucker made an eager grin

"Nope, they are not hiring anymore."

Tucker, stop grinning "damn."

"Anyway I guess we can find something at the movie other then Kid Hell," said Sam

"Thanks," said Danny

The three continued to chat until lunch was over, and they headed off to their class. Later, after school, the trio heads off to the movie theater, but Danny's phone starts to ring, and he sees Blitzo is calling him.

Danny tells Sam and Tucker, "I have taken this, it's my boss."

"Okay," said Sam

Danny walks a few feet away from his friends and answers the call, "yeah Blitz,."

"Danny we got job get your ass over here we need you for this." said Blitzo at the other end of the phone

"What's the job?"

"It involves some rednecks out in the backwoods of the midwest who have a bunch of pet grizzly bears."

"Thrilling."

"So here up and find a spot so I get you here."

"Got it." Danny hangs up and turns to his friends "sorry I have to go to work."

"Really just like that," said Sam

"Yep my boss got this special assignment and I'm needed for."

"Can he do it without you?"

"No I'm sorry I have to go, I'll try make this up to you guys see ya later," Danny walks off from his friend.

"I hate his job."

"Relax Sam," said Tucker

"Relax? Tucker ever since he started working for this job he spends less time with us."

"Look I'm sure Danny doesn't like this any better than you but we just have to be more patient."

"Whatever."

"Besides, if Danny 's job gets him that cool phone it can't be all that bad."

Danny finds a back alley with no witnesses. Danny changes into his demon form and makes a call to Blitzo and Portal appears right in front of Danny. He steps in and arrives at I.M.P. to see Millie holding a battle-ax, Moxxie holding a sniper rifle, and Blitzo holding a rocket launcher and the book.

"Took you long enough," said Blitzo

"Why do you have a rocket launcher Blitz?" said Danny

"Because I'm not going to let some fucking bears bite chunk of my sweet ass."

"I still think the rocket launcher is too much sir," said Moxxie

"Please Moxx this fucking bad boy is going blow those bears and that redneck away."

"Ready Danny?" said Millie

"Ready I'll ever be," said Danny

"Great, let's take this shit on the road," Blitzo makes a portal, and everyone walks into the portal and closes.

At the end of the day return home after almost getting bitten by bears and seeing Blitzo blowing the target in his cabin home. Danny met his sister, who was coming down the stairs.

"Hey Danny where have you been?" said Jazz

"My job," said Danny

"Then how was work?"

The only thing Danny could say about today's work is "it was booming."

#Danny Phantom #helluva boss

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shinygoldstar · 4 years ago

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Snowflake part 2

DannyMay Day 25 Hallway (posting out of daily theme order now to follow the fic's order instead)

(Drawing the scenes were taking too much time so here's the written part 2. Subsequent posts will probably be short in length too since they were originally plotted out as single page drawings.)

Part 1 | Part 3 | AO3

Sounds of footsteps echoed across the hallway interspersed with sounds of closing locker doors as students trod off to their first class of the day. Danny grabbed his textbook and closed the locker. Looking up to see Sam and Tucker’s worried faces looking at him, Danny sighed.

"Not this again... I don't know what you guys saw back there but I am 100% perfectly alive human", here Danny's left arm flickers slightly out of visible range. Or so says his friends; Danny however can still see vague outlines around his arm. He self-consciously shifted his left arm closer to himself. "This is just a side effect of the ecto shock" Danny said, reaffirming the statement both to his friends and himself.

The trio left the lockers following the remaining stragglers to the next class, no one paid them any attention. Danny continued, "My parents said the side effects should disappear soon. One of their old friends was exposed to ecto radiation back in their college days; it gave him these ugly zits for a year but he recovered well enough and is now a billionaire." Danny accidentally walked halfway into the vending machine. Sam and Tucker stared at him worriedly. Danny backtracked, pulling himself out and gingerly walked around the machine, moving himself closer to the other side of the hallway.

Walking up the stairs, Danny paused to look at his friends, "Look, it's fine guys. I just have to endure these side effects for a year." Danny's feet started to sink into the tiled floor, "Just long enough for my reputation to sink beyond redemption really.", he added sarcastically. "Just peachy." His friends each grabbed his arms and lifted him up. "Thanks guys."

Later that same day, an old lady attacked the school. None of the students really knew what actually happened as they were too busy escaping from the plates turned frisbee weapons to pay any attention to her. By the time the local police arrived, the lady was gone, leaving suspicious trails of distinct rusty red that are starting to smell putrid across the school grounds. However, everyone was accounted for and no one was seriously injured. The police conducted a search for the suspect but it was as if the lady came out of nowhere and left in the same manner. Strangely enough, no one could give an accurate description of her features aside from green tinted skin, white hair, and pink dress, none of which matched anyone in the city.

Daily Amity Headlines:

Fenton Quit Ghost Hunting!

“My daughter is right, ghosts don’t exist.”

Old Lady Rampage at Casper High! School closed down for repairs!

“She attacked us with frisbee plates!”

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**Phantom never appeared when Lunch Lady attacked the lunch menu school. Consequently Jack Fenton never had the proof that ghosts exist.

#danny phantom #dannymay2021 #snowflake au #goldpost

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psychologeek · 2 years ago

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master post!

awesome tags :) +adds so far (except above this rb)

it's long. read undercut :)

@pa-pa-plasma :

#Danny: okay so this one is probably so hyperspecific it wont actually apply to anyone but#Danny: as you can already tell from the title. this is how to deal with a superpowered pet#*25 minutes of dog training*#Conner: *intense note taking*#Danny (it was actually Tucker but. secret identities) adds a livestreaming feature & kinda tiredly does a#Day in the Life livestream one day#(obviously without the Fenton stuff)#but like. showing what he does exactly. bribe his ''enemies'' into staying in the GZ this week. that sorta stuff#he doesnt do much anymore since it's been like 10 years. he knows how to deal with shit now#which is why he decided to livestream it. like#''lol surprising the NB staff by going through the drivethrough (again) live would be kinda funny''#he doesnt get a lot of views BUT his chat is on fucking fire.#Danny: *reading* How do you deal with an enemy who wants to date you? OH MAN. OKAY THAT'LL BE MY NEXT VID DONT WORRY#Danny: short answer though is: don't.#he randomly puts out a DOOMED speedrun but it's literally him possessing the game#& he's mad the mods wont accept his runs because ''ghost powers isnt modding the game''

@the-scarecrow-of-aus

#ember pesters danny into making a page for her to host her music videos#stop opening the links batman the bat computer cant take it!

@piedpiperart

#Danny is the dad of all dads#batman: let me into amity my kids are in there#phantom: what kids these are all mine#each of the ghosts set up their own lil boot camps#Skulker teaches about weapons and mech suits#technus teaches hacking#undergrowth teaches plants or how to combat gas or plant based attacks#box ghost teaches about shipping and handling and how to recognize what boxes carry guns and what Carrie’s radioactive materials or somethin#lunch lady just makes them all lunches#jk she teaches how to poison people!! haha!!#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#clockwork teaches time stream shenanigans#they’re gone for a year but turns out it was only a few mins#it’s helpful but terrifying and theyre not taking that class again#spectra teaches them how to recognize their villains motivations and when to get them psychiatric help or just jail them#or kill them#jk#unless#not sure what kitty and Johnny would teach but I feel like they’d be good with relationships and gender and stuff#teaches what to do if you fall in love with a villain or fellow hero#Dani teaches clones probably#vlad is a guest lecturer in dani’s class to explain why clones were his go to plan and teach them how to clone people or hide their dna well#frostbite teaches medicine prolly

@frostedthroughghost

#depends on the time line#but#i feel like Danny just casually dropping 'clone' could lead to some pretty big paradim shifts in the jl#or maybe Kon goes to Danny when Superman rejects him#pretty soon there's a very pointed video titled 'How To Deal With Being Cloned'#which could lead to other clones in DC being treated very differently#would legitimately pay for more of this#i don't know anyone outside the batfam well enough to even really imagine it#let alone write it#but it's amazing

@robinasnyder wrote here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44721676/chapters/112519846

@unordinarywarlord's take here:

@izarnox

#Danny acting like a kind of elder in the hero community??#chef kiss#and being seen like a respected one too??

@@batsyheere

@farmercale

@valiantsuitcaseskellington

Like and Survive! (DC x DP)

Everyone knows who Phantom is. He was one of the very first heroes though he inexplicably chose to dedicate his life (metaphorically) to micromanaging the hell out of some random town no one has ever heard of. He's a specialist hero, only really useful for ghost stuff. He comes every time someone contacts him for help but it's only happened a few times in all of his years of operation.

Then, kid heroes become a thing. Robin, once perpetually hidden beneath the shadow of the bat emerges into the metropolis sun just in time to make the front page.

When Batman's child-raising skills are called into question, Kid Flash is brought out at a press release by Flash to show that these exceptional children are around. They just aren't common knowledge for their own health (aside from the villains - being a child star wrecks your brain).

A few villains do come forward and say "no, the sidekicks will go out on their own if their hero doesn't let them. And they have all the powers and none of the restraint. Please don't separate them."

(Batman and Robin are both very flattered that all their rogues think they have powers. Robin is ✨glowing✨ with pride.)

Cyborg calls Robin at 3am. He asks if he's seen the new 'BooTube' page.

Phantom has set up his own website. It's a dark and moody ripoff of YouTube with 1 channel. His.

Introduction Video: Transcript Hi guys, I can't lie to you, I was as up-in-arms as anyone when I saw what people are now calling "The Robin Reveal". But then I remembered that I started my hero work when I was mentally and physically fourteen years old...

Danny doesn't mention he was also chronologically 14 at the time. Secret identities and all.

...and I had no mentor, no training and no backup. It was just me and two humans, neither of whom even had powers at that time. I understand the call, in a way that none of the non-hero people criticising you could ever hope to comprehend. I'm glad to see most of you fellow child-heroes have an experienced adult watching your back. But if you don't. If there's even one of you out there who need a mentor, consider Amity Park open for business, and consider adding my number to your speedial. I'm not like those people in interviews saying "Oh, someone needs to help the children!" I am helping you, I am helping you whenever you need with whatever you want.

The ghost swallows and seemingly forces down his brimming sincerity.

And for those of you who do already have backup? Consider checking back here. I'm going over my old reports from my first few years on the streets to see what I most needed to hear, and what I wished I knew sooner. Hopefully no one else will have to learn what I know the hard way.

You know how to fight, this channel won't be for that. This is about coping with secret identities, and the messed up situations that can only happen to a vigilante or hero.

Anyways, the first video is already ready to be edited so in a few days I'll be back here to discuss what you do when you've been cloned. How to deal with that emotionally and physically. My clone isn't very well known outside of my town but I think she'll add a great perspective!

Within weeks, without his knowledge, Danny is somehow remote-mentoring heroes of all ages.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #teen titans #dc comics #justice league #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #danny phantom crossover #connor kent #kon el kent #kon el #tucker foley #sidekicks #mentor #masterpost

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five-rivers · 5 years ago

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Interview with a Ghost (part 4: Strange)

Sort of a tenuous connection to the prompt. Oh, well.

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3)

They had asked the Fenton parents for an interview with Daniel Fenton to ask him about things he might have seen at school. They had agreed, heartily, but had insisted on staying because 'the kids are a little biased towards Phantom, teens, you know,' and they wanted to keep the record straight.

The other two children had, with extreme reluctance, gone home. His sister, however, had refused to leave, saying that she knew just as much about things at the school as Danny, and they might as well question her at the same time. Collins couldn't really argue with that, and he had elbowed Paterson when she tried.

Daniel looked very small and meek against the large armchair he was perched on. Nothing at all like Phantom, who projected personality and confidence even when nervous.

Collins could see how he had gotten away with... whatever he had gotten away with... for so long. He still wasn't entirely convinced that Fenton was Phantom. It seemed pretty incredible, and there wasn't any physical evidence. Especially with the body gone.

Paterson took out a pad of paper and a recorder. "Do you mind if I record this?" she asked. "For record keeping purposes."

"Not at all!" said Jack, grinning. "We're glad to be of help!"

Daniel looked at the recorder as if he thought he'd be ill. He looked pale. Almost green. Was that because he was a ghost, or was he really just that nervous?

"Alright," said Collins. "Do you see Phantom around Casper High?"

"Not really," said Daniel.

"Everyone does," said Jasmine.

The siblings glanced at each other.

"I try to stay away from the ghost fights," said Daniel, shrugging.

"Yes. Your classmates seem to think that you have some kind of sixth sense, as you always leave class right before an attack."

Daniel's eyebrows pinched together in genuine confusion. "They think what?" He shook his head. "I just leave when I need to go," he said.

Paterson looked up from her notepad. "Go as in...?"

"You know, go," said Daniel, a blush dusting his features with pink.

"I see," said Paterson. Daniel blushed harder.

"Have you ever spoken to Phantom?" asked Collins.

"Yes," said Jasmine, crisply, to murmurs of disapproval from her parents. "He saved me from from Spectra. The ghost who masqueraded as a psychologist."

"I remember that," said Paterson. "Old Elroy had that case." It was from before the existence of ghosts had been widely accepted, even in Amity Park. "You were one of her victims?"

"I'm the one she tried to blow up."

"Ah," said Collins. "And what did you talk about?"

"With Spectra?"

"With Phantom."

"Nothing much," said Jasmine. "Not that I remember, anyway. It was over a year ago."

"Try to remember," said Collins.

Jasmine shrugged. "I think it was basically just agreeing that Spectra was terrible."

"Have you had any other interactions with Phantom?"

"None worth mentioning," said Jasmine.

What a strange way to phrase that. Collins decided not to call her on it, yet. Even with Paterson pointedly poking his ankle with her toe.

"Daniel, what about you?"

"It's Danny," the boy corrected. "I've never really talked to him. Unless you want to count things like 'look out!'"

"Nothing about his origins, then?"

"No?" said Danny.

"Have you heard anything about his origins from anywhere else?"

"We already told you about that," interrupted Maddie, frowning. "His origins are unknown, but he's existed for hundreds of years, at a minimum."

"Yes, but we'd like to hear from Danny and Jasmine," said Collins, giving Maddie his best professional smile. He turned back to Danny, expectantly.

"Someone once told me they thought he was a plague doctor, but, like, updated. I don't remember who, though."

"Right," said Collins. "Now, we'd like you to think back to about two years ago. Call it late summer, early fall. Did anything strange happen around that time?"

"Yeah," said Danny. "The Lunch Lady attacked the school for the first time. I don't remember the exact date, but it was right before the meat-vegetable protests."

"It was that early?" asked Collins, surprised. "That's months before the first recorded attack! Are you sure there was a ghost?"

"Pretty sure, yeah," said Danny, crossing his arms.

"Hey! That's about when we saw Phantom for the first time!" exclaimed Jack.

"Is it?" asked Collins.

"Yeah! He stole our prototype Fenton thermos! I still don't understand how he got it working." The last was a grumble.

"Interesting. And did anything strange happen other than that? Anything out of the norm?"

"Well," said Maddie, thoughtful, "we got our portal working about a month before that. Danny did, anyway."

"Did he? How?"

"Knocked a loose wire back into place!" boomed Jack, laughing. "That's my boy."

Danny's face was whey-colored again. Interesting.

Oh, hell. The portal definitely had something to do with all of this, didn't it.

"How does your portal work, exactly, anyway?"

"Excellent question!"

Fifteen minutes later, Collins had no better idea of how their portal worked except that it involved a great deal of ectoplasm and electricity, both of which they had found on the corpse. He couldn't help but think that he had finally discovered how Phantom had died.

And hearing Jack and Maddie, the boy's parents talk about the portal with such obvious pride while Danny squirmed in the armchair, looking for an escape...

"Thank you," said Collins, quickly, while Jack drew a breath. "I think that's all we need for today."

"But-" started Paterson.

"It's really all we need," repeated Collins. He saw Danny relax, marginally. "Just one more thing. Do you know anything about the break in at the city morgue last night?"

Various expressions flicked over the Fentons' faces. Jack's and Maddie's were blank. Danny's was was angry. Jasmine's was, surprisingly, guilty.

Did she steal the body? Collins would have never guessed it. The image she presented was too neat and mannered.

"Was it a ghost?" asked Maddie. "I'm afraid we can't do anything about it, otherwise."

"Right," said Collins. "We'll contact you if that evolves to be the case. And-"

"Oh, I can't take it anymore!" exclaimed Paterson. She pointed at Danny. "Are you Phantom?"

Danny jumped about a foot. "Wh-What? Nooooooooo. No, I'm not Phantom. I'm alive, aren't I?"

Damn. If that wasn't all but a confession.

The other Fentons started to laugh. The adults heartily. Jasmine uneasily.

"You've been listening to what's-his-name, haven't you? The West boy?"

"Weston," corrected Maddie. "No matter how many times we explained things to him..." She sighed. "I think there's something wrong with him, to be honest. But just to assuage your doubts..." She stood up and walked over to Danny. "Danny, do you mind."

"Nope," said Danny, standing up and holding out his wrist.

Maddie beckoned the detectives forward. "Here," she said, "feel this." She tapped her fingers on Danny's wrist.

"Go ahead," said Danny, staring up at him with a mix of apprehension and determination.

Collins put his fingers on Danny's wrist, on his pulse point. Danny's skin was smooth and cool, but not at all corpselike, or what Collins imagined a ghost would feel like.

"I have a pulse," said Danny. "Ghosts don't." Sure enough, Collins' fingers detected a slow but steady thump thump thump.

Maddie nodded. "Their closest equivalent is more of a constant rush. I could explain the science... but you were just leaving."

"Yes. Sorry about that. My partner can be a bit susceptible to conspiracy theories. I had to talk her out of hiring a psychic, once."

"Thank goodness you did," said Maddie, smiling. "Almost all psychics are fake."

"They don't believe it," said Danny, watching the detectives pull away from the curb below from the window of his room.

"Mom and dad? Of course not," said Jazz. "They won't believe you're Phantom unless you show them outright."

"No, the detectives. They don't believe I'm human. They still think I'm Phantom."

"Danny," said Jazz, cautiously. "Don't do anything rash."

"It isn't like I can make this any worse," said Danny. "I'm going to talk to them."

"What was that?" complained Paterson. "I never tried to hire a psychic!"

"Yeah, but you did agree that we wouldn't out Phantom in front of his parents. He said he doesn't want his family to know about him, and I don't want an angry ghost trying to throttle me! He can bench press a bus! I don't want his hands anywhere near my throat." He inhaled deeply and sighed. "At least we know what did him in."

"Do you?" asked a very cold voice.

It was a testament to Collins' steely nerves and rigorous police training that he didn't immediately crash the car upon finding a ghost in the back seat. Paterson nearly threw herself out of the car.

"Hi, Phantom," he said, instead, looking at the young ghost in the rear view mirror. "I don't suppose you know what happened to your body."

The ghost scowled. "It wasn't me. I told you to stop messing with stuff."

"Who, then? Your sister?"

Phantom's scowl deepened to something like rage. "Leave her out of this."

"Oh, god, you really are Fenton," said Paterson.

In her defense, Collins hadn't completely believed it, either.

Varied emotions passed over the ghost's face. "Come on, you don't believe Wes, do you?"

"There's other evidence," said Collins, voice wavering just a little. "I don't know how you're keeping up a pulse, or the rest of your human disguise, but you died in that portal, didn't you?"

Phantom was silent for a moment, then he reached through Paterson's chair and neatly plucked her recorder from her jacket, along with her phone. He tossed the phone into the seat next to him and crushed the recorder. Then he started riffling through Collins' pockets.

"Is that really necessary?" asked Collins. He guided the car to the side of the road and put it into park.

"You made it necessary," said Phantom. He pulled out Collins' phone as well and gave it a once over. "Look," he said. "I'm sort of," he paused, "upset that you guys dug up my body and then freaking lost it."

"Lost it-"

"Fine. Got it stolen from you by one of my enemies. One of my most dangerous enemies. Okay? Happy? Are you starting to understand why I wanted this left alone?"

"Are you trying to say that this isn't about your family not knowing you're dead?" asked Collins.

"Of course it's about that!" exclaimed Phantom. "It's just about half a dozen other things at the same time! You knowing about me could get me killed. Knowing about me could get you killed. The only reason Wes isn't dead is because he's completely ridiculous and no one believes him! You're credible!"

"By that enemy you mentioned?" asked Paterson, having regained some composure.

"Yeah," said Phantom. "He's got an interest in it not getting out."

"Why?" asked Paterson.

"Reasons," said Phantom, stubbornly.

"Does he have the same thing going on as you?"

Phantom crossed his arms and shrugged.

"One second," said Collins, "what do you mean, kill you? You're already dead."

"It's a figure of speech," mumbled Phantom. "Either way, the GIW would be more than happy to cut me open. Do you have any idea what they do to ghosts?"

"You- you're not actually dead, are you?" asked Collins. "Holy-"

"Yes, I am," said Phantom, quickly.

"How did you manage the pulse trick, then?"

"Lots of ghosts can do that. My parents don't know everything."

"You're a terrible liar. How the hell does that work? This- Ghost powers while alive?"

"I am dead," repeated Phantom. "How do you explain the body?"

"Half of it was missing," said Paterson.

Silence.

"I'm begging you to let this go," said Phantom. "People are going to get hurt. I'm going to get hurt."

"You don't think we'd let the GIW have you?" asked Paterson.

"I don't think it's a matter of 'let.' I-" he sighed and buried his face in his hands. "Ugh, I can't believe I made this even worse. What are you going to do?"

"We-" said Collins. Honestly, he had no idea. He looked at Paterson, who shrugged. "It isn't up to us, it's up to the captain."

"You can't tell more people!"

"Then you tell him. Come with us," said Paterson. "It's just one more, and he knows all of our suspicions, anyway." That wasn't completely true.

"If you really wanted to convince us not to, you could tell us more about your terrible enemy who may or may not be like you."

Phantom shook his head. "It's not worth it," he said, floating halfway out of his seat. "I'm going home."

"Wait," said Collins. "Your accident- It really was an accident, wasn't it? Your parents didn't-"

Phantom's face scrunched up. "Of course it was an accident. I was messing around someplace I shouldn't have been because of a dare. Are we done, now? Right up until you decide to ruin what's left of my life, anyway."

"Do you have a cell phone?" asked Paterson. "So we can call you, instead of your parents, if necessary." She offered up her notepad.

Phantom jerked it out of her hands and scrawled something on the paper. "Goodbye," he said, shortly, before flying out of the car.

Paterson swore, loudly.

"Yeah," agreed Collins. "Yeah."

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phandom-phriend · 5 years ago

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Phic Phight 2020 - New Perspective

“Danny being stuck as Phantom and forced to deal with situations that he'd normally be as Fenton (like going to school, having a family dinner, etc)” | Prompt by @ectoamerican-blog

Word Count: 1,226

Some things are easier as Phantom. Fighting ghosts is a prime example, but even the small things like being on time or getting around Amity are done with a certain ease. On the other side of the coin, there are also things easier as Fenton. Blending in and giving off a heat signature for starters.

So it makes sense to keep the two separate. They both have their ups and downs, pros and cons. Sure, Fenton and Phantom are both him. And while it took a while, he accepts it. Embraces it. It’s just...who he is now. His name is Danny, he has two best friends, he wants to be an astronaut, and he’s half ghost. It’s as simple as that.

But things tend to go wrong whenever he’s involved. That’s just another thing he’s come to accept over the years. And it seems that lady luck thought him to be long overdue for some misfortune.

It all started with his dad's latest invention. Over the past two years they have switched from lethal ghost weaponry to subdued weapons. (Turns out it takes saving the world a dozen or so times before they would be more lenient towards ghosts. Who knew?) Which is how Jack came up with The Fenton Stabilizer.

Now what it was supposed to do was freeze up the ectoplasm inside a ghost bodies so that they couldn’t move. Simple enough, really. That is, until you bring a halfa into the equation.

Phantom, unfortunately, became the unwilling test subject after dealing with the Box Ghost. Even if the other can be a bit… much, it’s not like he wouldn’t take a hit for him...literally. On the outside, it appeared that nothing changed when the blast hit, much to his parents, and his own, surprise. He was still able to move freely and use his powers, leaving them to dub the Fenton Stabilizer… a dud. But when he flew off and met up with Sam and Tucker, it became clear that he was affected. His ectoplasm froze not his mobility, but his ability to transform back, leaving him stuck as his ghost half until it either wore off, or they found another solution entirely.

Which leads to another problem, he realizes the next day. School. His parents don’t really take notice of him when he is or isn’t there, so sneaking this issue past them for the night, but...

Normally he would skip out or Sam and Tucker would give excuses to cover for him, but Mr. Lancer had told him last time that if he were to ditch his class one more time this semester, his parents would be brought in. Which is a whole other can of worms he does not feel like opening right now. So, the solution to the madness? Go to school as Phantom!

No, his secret wasn’t out. And no, he wasn’t planning on letting it out anytime soon. But surely this was a fool-proof plan in need of no edits what-so-ever! (Not like he has the time to make edits if they were needed anyway)

The stares were expected as he flew into school, shooting a few of his classmates (not that they knew that) a few smiles and waves as he went by to his first class of the day. No one has questioned him directly yet, just murmurings among themselves about possible ghost attacks or conspiracy theories of his appearance, the usual stuff.

It wasn’t until he got to the history classroom that he was questioned, and it started because he was the one that asked something first.

“Hello, do you know where Danny Fenton sits?”

“What are you...doing here?”

“Attending school, same as you.”

Now, Miss Fletcher wasn’t really keen on Phantom. He was a disruption to class and the same breed as those that attack Amity. Not to mention she just wasn’t fond of teenagers in general. Why she became a teacher is anyone’s guess. But putting that aside, she wouldn’t easily be swayed by banter or words in general.

“I know you’re an...icon around town. But you can’t just barge into my class and ask about my students!”

“Oh, well you see, Danny and I have this deal going on.”

“Deal?”

“Yeah! He’s, uh, helping me with some ghost trouble! So I agreed to come to class for him today so he could get all that work done for me!”

“Ghost trouble?”

“Yeah, real personal stuff. Already talked it over with the principle, so! We’re all good!” Danny, of course, had not done that. Hadn’t even thought of talking it over with the man in charge until the words tumbled from his mouth. He’ll have to keep that in mind for the future. He is on Team Phantom if the small poster on his desk was anything to go by.

She didn’t say anything this time, just rolling her eyes and pointing to Danny’s seat. This was going to be an odd day.

Things went by about the same in each class since that morning, but lunch was a whole other issue. Normally he’d sit with Sam and Tucker at the corner table or outside, but he kept being stopped by multiple students and different lunch tables. It ended up being more of a Q&A than lunch. Which, it makes sense that no one was really concerned with his need to eat since, well, the whole dead thing. So Phantom decided to just..suck it up, answer a few questions, and float his way to Mr. Lancer’s classroom. Easy-peasy.

“Why are you here today?”

“Danny’s helping me with something.”

“What does it feel like, being in school?”

“I died before I graduated, so it’s pretty surreal to be back now.”

“Why is Fenton the one helping you?”

“His family is known for ghost tech, seemed like a pretty logical choice to me.”

This continued for ten minutes or so before Danny was able to escape their eyes and make his way to Mr. Lancer’s class. To his surprise, the older man didn’t even bat an eye at the ghost's presence, floating into the room and in front of his desk.

“Uh, hello...sir?”

“Go and take a seat, Phantom. Second row, third from the left.”

“Uh, thanks. You’re a lot more...accommodating than I thought you’d be.”

The teacher put his book down and leveled him with an almost… kind look. “I happen to be a bit of a fan, I suppose. And every teenager needs to learn the literary arts.”

“Yeah, well-”

“And I assume you brought Danny’s work that was due today?”

“Oh, yeah! Of course!” and he did, surprisingly enough. It was meant to be used as a sort of bribe, but this works just as well.

“Then I don’t see how this will be an issue. Now, let’s begin.” he said, eyes as the class filled up with barely concealed whispers.

As Danny sat, or rather floated, in his seat as his teacher began to speak, he couldn’t help but to feel a different level of appreciation. Who would have thought that even in this form, his teacher would still have his back? Not that he knew he was Fenton, of course. But it was a nice sentiment either way.

And well, even just Wes’ strangled gasp from behind him made it all the more worth it every second.

#phic phight #its not the best #but i gave an effort #its been done for weeks #i need to be better about actually posting #its not like i even edit

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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 years ago

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Dad Fluff: Bad Day

CW: Chronic pain, referenced past torture, Mina is sickeningly cute, and all of the things she does in here are things I have personally witnessed a four year old doing. (I was actually the four year old who did one of the things in this piece - guess which one!)

Danny is busy pitying himself when he hears Mina wake up down the hall. He’d had this idea of what parenting would be like, and lying in bed with agonizing pain ripping up and down his back isn’t it.

Instead, as he’d waited and waited for them to be matched with a birthmom, Danny had pictured waking his daughter (or son - they hadn’t known which the baby would be, yet) with homemade breakfast.

He’d seen himself as being already on his second cup of coffee, settling down at the kitchen table to watch tiny legs swing on chairs too tall.

Danny had pictured asking his child what they had dreamed about the night before, and lying about his own nightmares with ease by then. Never letting on that when his baby needed a nightlight, he still did, too.

Some days - most days, even, he tries to be honest with at least himself - he is exactly the father he wanted to be. But then there are days like today, where his four year old daughter starts singing to herself in her room down the hall and Danny can’t get up to greet her.

“Hosanna, hey-sanna, sanna superstar,” Mina sings brightly in the joyful off-key caterwauling of very young children, and Danny finds a smile. It’s faint and faded and it doesn’t last, as a new spike of pain rips up the right side of his back where a knife once broke off inside him, but he decides to count that one single smile as his first victory for the day.

He should have told Nate to call off class, he really should have, but… the thing was, Nate’s been working on this lecture he’s really excited about - something something World War I and horror in popular culture, there’s a book, something something there’s always a book - forever and his students are all hyped up for it and Danny having a bad back doesn’t seem like a reason to ruin everyone else’s day, too.

It felt like doing the right thing then - pretending to be peacefully asleep while Nate quietly got ready and let himself out the front door after putting Toto out in the fenced-in yard - but in the moment it means Danny lying in bed, in the dark he tells himself he no longer fears because he’s in too much pain to turn on the light, waiting for his daughter to give up waiting on him to come to her room and come looking for him herself.

“Hey-sanna, hosanna, sanna superstar,” Mina sings, and then there’s a pause. Danny closes his eyes against the angry tears, tries to tell himself to stand, but when he moves his legs his back screams at him to stay still and he gives up, letting out a soft, half-broken sob.

“Daddy?” Mina calls. He can hear the sound of her turning the doorknob, the soft sound of the door opening up. “Daddy? Do you hear me singing?”

“Yes, baby,” He manages, his deep voice hoarse and a little cracked. “I’m… I’m in my room, Mina, honey. Can… can you, um, come here?”

Silence, and then the padding of tiny footsteps down the hall, until his own bedroom door slowly opens. He can close his eyes and picture her going up on her toes to turn on the light, and the sudden brightness soothes something that is always jagged in Danny in the dark.

Grown man, afraid of the dark, Abraham whispers in the back of his mind, never quite gone, the ghost that left a parting gift of pain. My fingers never leave your mind.

Around the side of the little dresser his daughter peeps at him and Abraham’s voice is gone as quickly as it came. Mina chases all his ghosts away.

She’s wearing her matching unicorn pajamas that are probably too small by now, but he can’t bear to make her give them up. Her hair is a halo of textured black curls around her head - Danny is supposed to give her back her braids, today, the ladies down at the salon they go to showed Danny and Nate how to take care of hair so very different than their own

He can’t braid her hair if he can’t fucking sit up.

Mina takes him in with wide brown eyes, the largest feature in her tiny round face. She’s starting to lose the toddler babyfat but only just, and the resemblance to his own younger brother in the first days Danny was adopted is… uncanny, sometimes.

Like now, when Mina looks at him and knows what she is looking at.

“You didn’t turn on the light,” She says, softly. “You don’t have your light on the wall. Are you sick?”

“I’m… I’ll be okay, honey. I just have, um, my back hurts… pretty bad today. I thought I’d handle it, but…” He groans without meaning to, it feels like so much energy just to talk. “I’m so sorry, honey. I’m not… not gonna be much of a daddy today.”

Mina frowns at him, her big brown eyes locked on his.

It isn’t supposed to be like this.

Abraham found a way to leave him one last goddamn gift, a present he never unwrapped or asked for and would do anything to give back.

“I’ll get your phone,” Mina says seriously, and comes further in, dragging RiffRaff behind her, the stuffed giraffe with a neck long enough to approach pure absurdity. A gift from Ryan, one among many.

She moves quickly across the floor with her little bare feet padding, a flash of brown stomach showing as her too-small shirt rides up. She has to stretch up again to pull Danny’s cell phone down from the bookshelf, and he watches her, thinking, by next year you won’t have to go on your toes, by two years you won’t want me to be the first thing you see any longer, by thirteen you’ll be slamming doors in my face, will I still be lying here with my back refusing to let me be the parent I wanted to be for you?

“Sad Daddy face,” Mina says, slapping the cell phone down next to him. “Dad would poke your nose.”

“He would,” Danny says, and manages a small smile. “Honey, I’m trying, but I think we have to call Dad back home from work. I can’t… I can’t get out of the bed. I’m sorry, Mina, but it’s not… it’s not gonna work today.”

“Yes it can,” Mina says, with a stubborn set to her jaw she gets from Nate, not that Nate has ever noticed he does it. Danny finds a small smile, at the sight. Adopted or not, Mina is Nate Vandrum’s daughter through and through - already reading some words, already curling up with a book to turn the pages and make up stories about the pictures she sees on the page. Already a serious little girl, a tiny adult.

“I don’t see how,” Danny replies, shifting minutely in the bed, just trying to move onto his side, hissing when his back protests once again.

“We do like when I get sick,” Mina says, softly. “I can open the fridge all by myself and my stuffies and my loveys can sit with us and we can do like when I’m sick.” She considers, and he sees a sudden gleam of mischief in her. “I can have my screen?” She asks, sidling a little closer to the bed.

Danny swallows, and looks down at his cell phone. It’s 7:30 in the morning. The lecture Nate has been planning for happens for his 10 AM class, and he can move his office hours maybe if Danny gives him enough notice to put up a sign…

Hey Nate, he texts, keeping his eyes on Mina, who watches his texting with interest and a clearly increasing certainty that she is going to get exactly what she wants out of this. Bad back day. Fine rn but cn you come home after lecture plz?

“Gonna get to watch princesses,” Mina says, with evident delight. “And eat Lunchables.”

“Sssshhhh,” Danny says, but he can’t quite hold back his own smile in response to his daughter’s. “Daddy being sick isn’t supposed to be something you look forward to, baby.”

His phone vibrates in his hand and he glances down.

Danny, please use full words, that drives me up the wall when you type like that.

“I can’t believe you took the time to write that out,” Danny mutters to himself, but his smile widens even more. He can feel the stretch of scar tissue along his nose and jaw, even this long after Abraham’s death the marks are there, fading but never gone. “Mina, only your Dad uses correct punctuation in his f-... his text messages.”

“Writing is important,” Mina recites in her best impersonation of Nate, pitching her voice hilariously low. Danny laughs out loud despite the way the motion seems to stab whole new little daggers up and down his spine. He’ll be damned if he’ll let a little agony stop him from appreciating his daughter.

Another message comes in and he glances down.

I’ll be home by 12:30. Bringing ramen from the place you like and gyoza for Mina. Do you want me to just cancel and come home now?

No, fine. Just after lunch is good.

Whether Nate believes him or not, he doesn’t know, but he drops back to lay his head down on the pillow, watching Mina watch him right back. “Okay, honey. Dad will be home after lunch. So we just have to… to make this work for a few hours, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll be right back.” With that, Mina throws RiffRaff onto the bed next to Danny and goes running back out. All he can do is lay there, feeling spectacularly useless, while he listens and hopes that she isn’t taking this moment to color on all the walls or break a bunch of things or learn how to set the house on fire.

When she finally returns, she is dragging her small travel suitcase - the one with some kind of cartoon character whose name he can’t remember - behind her like an overworked flight attendant at the end of a long day. “Okay… Daddy…” Mina says, comically out of breath. “I brought… everything.”

He realizes she never actually zipped the suitcase when she simply overturns the whole thing and Danny stares, trapped on the bed, as it opens up and dumps a chaotic mixture of toys and food and her favorite blankets onto his bedroom floor.

“Jesus Christ, Mina,” Danny whispers, eyes wide.

“Jesus Christ, Superstar,” Mina sings happily in response. Not a single note is on key, and Danny thinks maybe adoption doesn’t matter and Mina is his child too. “Do you think you’re what they say you are? Okay, Daddy, I got… I got us stuff for sick. Can I get up on the bed with you?”

Danny looks at the roughly mound-shaped pile of things on the floor, then slowly up at his daughter. “Can we… can we do something about all your stuff first?”

“It’s your stuff, too. Look!” Mina digs into the pile with enthusiasm, and the first thing she pulls out is Danny’s bottle of pain medication.

Hi, I’m Daniel Michaelson, and my baby brings me my fucking pain meds. Pin the medal on the father of the fucking year.

“Oh my God,” Danny whispers. Someone is going to psychically know this happened and he’ll lose her, and he can’t lose her, not because of his stupid back, not because of goddamn Abraham fucking Denner-

“I pushed a chair up to the counter and climbed up and got in the special cupboard,” Mina says seriously, giving him the bottle. He takes it with shaking fingers, his heart so gripped with guilt it’s like it has to work harder to beat. “Where you keep medicine. I can open the lock now and I put my feet in the sink!”

Danny is going to hell for being a bad father, he knows it. He knows it, and he knows your four-year-old stood in your sink to dig out your fucking pills, you fucking whiner is going to be the first thing the Devil says to him.

Maybe he’ll get to suffer right next to Abraham.

Maybe Abraham’s the demon set to make him sorry for everything all over again.

“Daddy, stop,” Mina says, looking a little nervous at the look on Danny’s face. “Dad always gets you medicine when your back is bad. Am I in time-out?”

“Um. Uh… no, honey. Just… just don’t do that, um, again. And don’t ever, ever tell Dad you know how to get into the medicine cabinet. Okay?”

“Okay.” Mina drops back down to the pile, and brings up a small bottle of the cold brew they buy in a pack of six at the store. She hands that to Danny, too, taking to her work with perfect seriousness. All he can do is watch her as he swallows two pills dry and then washes them down with the coffee.

There.

An hour, and he’ll be able to move around in the bed, at least, even if he’ll still hurt too badly to get all the way up. His back is like that - on bad days you can’t get rid of the pain, only make it a little less debilitating. Most bad days he can keep himself moving through sheer momentum, and everyone tells him he must be feeling better and he doesn’t know how to tell them that his baseline changed, back when Abraham first held him captive - he and Nate in the woods in Canada.

Long before the blade broke off in his back, there were days of bruises, battering, and beating. He starved and never slept and hurt like hell.

People think pain ebbs and flows, but the tide is never fully out for Danny. There is always a whisper of oceanwater promising a later tsunami.

While he lays there watching her, Mina picks out her stuffies and loveys, one by one, and begins to lay them throughout the bed. In the backyard, distantly, Danny hears Toto barking - the high-pitched bark that means he’s treed something again. At least somebody is having fun, Danny thinks.

“Okay, Daddy,” Mina says, laying a series of stuffed animals carefully around his head and lightly against his shoulders as he forces himself to shift onto his back on the bed, closing his eyes against the way the pain drains all the blood from his face and his fingers, leaving everything cold and numb as it’s his spine where the nerves light up in fire. “You can have RiffRaff today, and Mister Bones, and Zombie Monkey, and She-Ra, and Ugly, and Bo. I’m going to keep the rest.”

Danny takes a deep breath. “Honey, did you leave any of your animals in your room?”

“No,” Mina answers with a shrug. She clambers back down and comes back with her tablet, which she smacks down a little too hard on Danny’s stomach. He winces and hisses, and her eyes go wide. “Oh, your tummy is sick? I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“N-No, baby, it’s okay. It’s… yikes. I’ll pull a, um, a movie up for you, okay?”

“Princess movie!”

“Can we… watch literally anything else, baby?”

Mina juts her lower lip out and sets her jaw. “Princess movie, Daddy.” She says, stubbornly. When Danny responds with silence and a raised eyebrow, she lets the pout go and gives him a disarming, charming smile instead. “I mean, Daddy-can-I-please-watch-princesses?” She asks, batting her eyelashes and everything, the words all run together the way she always does when she has to ask nicely.

Danny sighs, but it’s with a smile on his face. “Yeah, okay, honey. What else do you have on the floor?”

“Um, some toys, and… this!” Mina holds up two matching Lunchables in the air like she’s declaring victory.

Honestly, she probably is.

“Lunchables for breakfast, huh?” Well, there are worse things in the world, Danny thinks to himself. At least it’s not drugs, right? Yeah, there’s a good bar for good parenting, whether or not your four year old prefers Lunchables or… cocaine or something.

“I need these fucking pills to kick in,” Danny mutters, not realizing he’s speaking out loud until Mina turns to look at him, wide-eyed.

“Daddy,” She says, sounding absolutely scandalized. “You’re not supposed to say that word anymore, Dad said-”

“I know what Dad said,” Danny says, gesturing carefully with one arm, moving as few of his back muscles as possible to do it. “Climb on up here, honey. Let’s do Lunchables. I’ll put a dollar in the jar when I can stand up, okay?”

She nods and climbs up with him. Danny carefully opens the Lunchables for her with his teeth gritted. There’s another thing they didn’t tell him, before it was his life - that sometimes even doing tiny things like tearing the perforated opening off the side of a cardboard Lunchables box could hurt so badly. People think they know what a backache is.

They don’t know.

But then Mina takes the Capri Sun and puts it aside and makes herself a tiny ham-and-cheese sandwich using the little cracker in the box, and some of Danny’s stubborn self-pity starts to slide away, eroded by her cheerful smile. “Elsa with the water horse?” She asks. “Can we do that princess movie?”

“Frozen 2,” Danny corrects absently, scanning through the Disney movies on the tablet with casual swipes of his finger. She never asks for the new princess movies, only the ones from before she was born. Once the movie starts, the sound small and tinny coming from the tablet, Danny settles himself back against the pillows and hands her the screen. She pulls out his arm - he holds back the sounds of pain at the stretch of muscle - and then snuggles in against his side, pulling RiffRaff back into her own lap, her fuzzy black hair brushing softly against the roughened scar tissue on Danny’s neck.

He manages to turn his head and kiss her, on the top of her head. “Just a few hours until Dad gets home,” Danny whispers. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll be a better Daddy tomorrow.”

He hopes.

Mina is watching the opening previews and doesn’t look at him or even seem to hear what he said.

By ten, Danny’s been able to get up and use the bathroom, at least, and brush his teeth. That’s his second victory, he decides, in a day where they don’t come easy.

Around eleven, right in the middle of Nate giving the lecture he’s been working so hard on, Danny and Mina fall asleep listening to The Princess and the Frog, a firefly singing to the evening star.

Nate comes home at half past noon with the ramen in hand. He sets it down on the kitchen table and lets Toto back in, the scruffy shelter dog all wagging tails and half-wild jumps. Nate gets him slowly calmed down, and listens. “D-Danny? You around?”

Nothing.

“Mina? Baby? Where are you and D-Daddy?”

Still nothing. Nate frowns - Danny hadn’t answered his text asking what kind of ramen he wanted, and he’d thought maybe Danny was playing with Mina in the toyroom and hadn’t heard - but when he checks, they aren’t in there either.

Finally, he heads upstairs, and halfway up he realizes he can hear the tinny sounds of music coming from their bedroom. He stops in the doorway to stare down at a small, scattered pile of plastic horses, a tiny baby doll, dollhouse furniture, and at least one Pegasus next to his daughter’s suitcase for when they travel to see Danny’s parents.

There’s a soft exhalation, and he turns to look at his husband and daughter asleep on the bed.

The tablet has been discarded, off to the empty side of the king-sized bed. It’s still playing the menu for one of the Disney movies, although Nate can’t remember which one this menu screen is for.

Danny is on his side, with his knees curled, some of the age fallen off of his face His hair is a mess of bright red with hints of silver over his eyes - he’s had silvery strands in his hair since Alberta, the first time Abraham held him - and spread out across the pillows. His hands aren’t up to cover his head - he hasn’t done that in a few years now.

Instead, he has one hand curled up against himself, and the other arm flung over his sleeping daughter. Mina has her head under his chin, on her side as well, and her face is buried against his neck and his collarbone. The two of them breathe nearly in unison, and they are absolutely suffocating in Mina’s favorite stuffed animals and the remains of empty Lunchables packages.

Next to the bed, on the side table, is a half-drunk bottle of iced coffee and Danny’s pain medication. Nate swallows - Danny never takes pills until it’s so bad he can’t move or Nate forces him to. Too afraid, even now, that taking a few pills would lead him right back to relying on fuzzying up his mind to shake away the memories that still threaten when the room is dark.

Nate considers just closing the door and heading back downstairs to eat alone, but Toto comes barreling past his legs and runs into the room, taking a bodily leap onto the bed, all forty pounds of him trying to wriggle between Danny and Mina to try and lick both their faces at once.

Danny jerks awake, eyes fluttering and blinking rapidly, pushing instinctively back Mina groans and rolls over, scooting away, trying to slip right back to sleep the way kids sometimes do.

“H-Hey, Toto,” Danny slurs, getting his hands on the excited dog and gently moving him back. “Hey, bud, how did you get inside…”

“I let him in,” Nate says softly, and Danny turns to look at him. His face is pale and drawn, but the smile when he greets Nate is real.

“Oh, hey,” Danny says, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “Sorry to call you home early, I just-... it’s just not a good day for my back. Mina and I decided to… to just take a break in here-”

“Danny, you’ve been in here all day, haven’t you?” Nate sighs. “Don’t l-lie to me.”

“It’s fine,” Danny says, shaking his head. Mina groans again, but her eyes are open now, and she rolls back over. “It’s fine, I’ll do better tomorrow, I’ll… I’ll try harder-”

“Danny,” Nate says, firmly, and it’s only then that Danny seems to realize what he just said. His face pales a little more, making the healing muzzle scars stand out in a ring around his face. “You don’t h-have to. I don’t m-m-mind coming home.”

“Hello, Dad,” Mina says blearily, scooting back to Danny now that Toto is safely sitting far enough back to give her spot back to her, snuggling right back into him. “Did you bring food?”

“I d-did, honey. Have you and Daddy had fun this morning?”

Danny winces, guilt written clearly across his face. “I’ll be better tomorrow, I’ll do better, I can... can try harder-”

“Danny, stop it,” Nate says, a little more edged this time.

“We had so much fun, Dad,” Mina says cheerfully, and Danny turns to look at her, surprised. “We ate Lunchables for breakfast. I always want to and you never let me! And Daddy said a bad word so he has to put money in the jar again-”

“Hey, you said you wouldn’t tell,” Danny says with fake anger, and Mina makes a face at him until he smiles.

“And I got to have all my friends in your bed even though I’m not supposed to and we watched princess movies and I got to pick the movies and Daddy played Stuffy Fight with me!”

“So you d-did have fun,” Nate says gently, and Mina nods.

Danny sits back, closing his eyes briefly, and Nate watches the way his face stills, and knows he’s holding back emotion that wants to write itself there that he doesn’t want to show. Nate sits down, lightly resting on the side of the bed, and slides a hand behind Danny’s head, leaning in to give him a kiss.

“Don’t s-sell yourself short,” Nate says gently. “You’re a g-g-good dad, Daniel Michaelson. Even on b-bad days. But… call me n-next time. Listen to me. You’re a good dad.”

There’s a pause.

Then Mina leans slowly over and says, “I got Daddy’s pills down from the cabinet for him.”

Nate turns to look at her, blinking, as Danny groans and puts his hands up over his eyes. “Oh my God, Mina, I did not ask you and you promised not to tell-”

“Okay,” Nate says, with exaggerated patience. “I am going to pr-pretend I did not h-h-hear either of the things either of y-you just said, and go g-g-get the trays and our r-r-ramen and gyoza. Please n-n-never explain it to me. Ever.”

Danny nods without taking his hands down.

Nate gets all the way downstairs, gets the food settled on the TV trays, and Danny has slurped up his first bite of noodles when Nate finally sighs and says, “You know wh-what, I lied - I need to know exactly how you explain-”

“I didn’t tell Daddy until after I did it,” Mina says brightly, picking up the little fried dumpling with her fingers.

“... and there it is. Let’s eat b-b-before I panic, at l-least.”

“I know how to open the special lock! I can open under the sink now, too!”

“... okay, too l-late, I’m panicking now.”

#whump #I feel like I want to call this parenting whump #emotional whump #trauma recovery whump #tw: chronic pain #tw: references to past torture #original fiction #dad fluff #epilogue #mina vandrum #mina and her dads #writing #oblique references to things that haven't happened in the Bad Arc yet

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srsly-messed-up-fruitloop · 5 years ago

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DannyMay2020: Day 22 (Isolation)

Danny let out a sigh, his breath dissipating into the glowing swirls of energy novas in the ghost zone. He was in his ghost form, perched on a tiny clump of purple land, miles away from the Fenton portal, Walker’s prison, Skulker’s island. Completely alone.

He wanted to go back to the simpler times. When every night he used to sneak up to the observatory above his home and counted the star constellations and dimly glowing planets he could barely distinguish. It was his dream to go out there and step foot on those planets himself. It was ever since he was a kid. And he fought for that dream. Begging his parents to take him to space camp, memorizing by heart how far away every recorded planet is, locking himself in the dryer to simulate a practice takeoff.

He was ambitious. Was. Past tense. Now, that glee from imagining stepping on the moon was lost. Barely a childhood memory. Sitting here in the most isolated part of the ghost zone, he thought this is probably what space is like. Like David Bowie’s Space Oddity.

Jazz was always telling him to take time for himself. He really missed her. Although, she seems to be having the time of her life at Harvard, learning straight from professors who devoted their lives to psychology and meeting people who actually cared for intellectual discussion.

Sam was out at some protest. What was it...the Amity Park Zoo? Even though Sam’s aggressive activism was sometimes annoying, and downright got him in trouble at times (Exhibit A: the lunch lady ghost), he still found it incredibly admirable. She was always so passionate, never relenting until some action was done for a cause she deeply cared about. Despite the constant discouragement from her parents, she still fights for what she believes in. With that trait, Danny knows she’ll go far in life.

Tucker...he was at something called a hackathon? Contrary to Danny’s initial thought, a hackathon was not something where you try to hack as many computers as possible. Although, Tucker would probably participate in something like that too. Being a part of Team Phantom really taught him so much. Having to hack into systems on the fly to thwart Technus’ evil plans or remotely erase footage of Danny’s transformations definitely honed his skills. So much that when he voluntarily disclosed a severe cybersecurity flaw in some multinational corporation’s system, they promised to pay for his entire undergrad and give him a guaranteed job placement after. Danny is so happy for him. He was set.

Danny’s parents were out hosting the world’s first (serious) ghost conference. After months of careful planning, perfecting their inventions to be displayed, and contacting various ectoscientists around the world to be guest speakers, this week the conference finally kicked off. Jack and Maddie Fenton are now seen as world-renowned experts in their field. Danny is so so proud of them. For years he saw first-hand the hard work they put into their research. It’s nice to finally witness them experiencing real success and respect.

Danny? That dream of becoming an astronaut was still just a childhood memory. He just couldn’t spark that same feeling he used to feel from reading NASA’s latest discoveries. Why couldn’t he find joy in it anymore?

Probably, inertly, he knew it would forever remain a dream. First off, he was hardly passing his classes. His grades were far from applicable for any astrophysics program in the country. More importantly, he has bigger responsibilities, bigger than his meager aspirations. Like Spider-Man, with great power comes great responsibility, blah blah blah. Defending Amity Park from evil ghosts has taken over his life.

Not only his life, his friendships too. Honestly, the last time he properly hung out with Tucker and Sam was in sophomore year. Everything they do together now has something to do with Team Phantom. He couldn’t blame them though, ghost hunting took up an enormous chunk of their time too. With the little time they had for themselves, they needed to prepare for college applications. Danny wouldn’t jeopardize their futures like that.

As for Danny’s future, he only saw a lonely never-ending path of protecting the world. Would he get weaker as he gets older? Well, Pariah Dark probably should answer that. Would he actually die? Or does his halfa status grant him immortality? He should ask Vlad sometime.

Eventually everyone will leave him and go on with their own lives. It was inevitable. He was already seeing it starting.

It wasn’t just here, isolated in the ghost zone, where he felt lonely.

It was kinda comforting, sitting here. It’s difficult to explain. Like seeing his inner sentiments displayed in front of him in brutal honesty.

He couldn’t go back to the simpler times. How could he just forget his passion for space? His parents, Tucker, Sam, Jazz--they all had their own passions. They were set on a road to doing what they love for the rest of their lives. Danny knows he always has that opportunity of salvaging his grades, taking another year to meet the requirements for college. But, he really couldn’t care less. What would it matter? Eventually he would get distracted again.

So here he was.

A bright orb of ectoenergy shot off in the distance, resembling a shooting star. Apart from that, complete silence enveloped him. Until his stomach began to rumble.

Sighing once more, Danny stood up and started towards the direction of the Fenton portal.

✦✧✦

so...i haven’t written anything like this since i was 14. constructive criticism is always welcome!

#i'm serious #i'm almost 20 now and i haven't written anything creative in YEARS #also yay for my first contribution to the phandom #thanks to quarantine i've fallen in this rabbit hole and i'm very happy here #DannyMay2020 #DannyMay day 22 #Isolation #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Loneliness #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #ficlet #mine #grooveactuallywrites

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mischiefandspirits · 4 years ago

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Mystery Meat: Polpette

S01-E01, part 3 of 3: Some Fenton family bonding, and Danny puts an end to the fighting.

Last time on Living Phantom ~ Next time on Living Phantom

Veeeeeegiieeeessss!

Meeeeeeaaaaaat!

Cookie?

Danny shot upwards with a scream, looking around for the ghost. He found himself in his room. “Wha-what's going on?”

Tucker and Sam were at his side in an instant.

“You passed out. We took you home. You've been asleep for four days!”

“Four days?” Danny shrieked.

Tucker laughed. “Nah. It's only been a couple hours.”

Danny flopped back down and threw an arm over his face.

“Knock it off, Tucker. This is the second time today your carelessness almost got him killed.”

“Me? I almost got him killed? The only reason this happened is because you had to be unique. You had to take the meat away! And I'm going to get it back!”

“You want to change that menu back? YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME TO DO IT!”

The door slammed and Danny looked up to see he was alone. “Oh well. I'm sure everything will be back to normal by tomorrow,” he sighed.

Pleaded, really. He was more than ready to be done with this stupid fight.

He stayed laying for a moment then got up and went to where his friends had left his bag. He smiled as he saw copies of the notes for the two classes he’d practically slept through with his stuff. He started pulling out books to get to work on his homework when a knock sounded at the door.

“Danny?”

“What’s up?”

The door opened and Jazz peaked in. “Dinner’s ready. I made spaghetti.”

“Thanks, Jazz,” he said, standing up. He frowned when he felt his binder shifting. He reached under his shirt to fix it only to stop when he saw his sister give him a look. He stuck his tongue out at her, but went to his closet to take off his binder. “What happened to your hair?”

She frowned and brushed her fingers through the choppy feathered ends. “Mom and Dad think I’m a ghost and attacked me with a vacuum cleaner. They’re downstairs trying to figure out why it didn’t work.”

“At least it wasn’t the foam this time,” Danny said as he finished up.

“They’re getting worse and worse,” she huffed and they headed down for dinner.

“They’re just excited that the portal’s finally working. They’ll calm down soon enough.”

“Dad has PhDs in mechanical and electrical engineering and masters in physics and chemistry while Mom has PhDs in biology, chemistry, and physics with a master in mechanical engineering. They’re geniuses! They should be doing so much more than hunting fictional creatures!”

“We don’t know that ghosts aren’t real,” Danny said, rubbing his neck. “I mean, the portal works, right? That has to mean something.”

“A portal? They’ve got a hole in the wall that spits out green mist and electrocutes you.” Jazz flinched and gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

He shrugged and fiddled with his bandages. “It’s fine.”

“I just meant, the portal doesn’t mean ghosts are real. You shouldn’t encourage them.”

“I’m just keeping an open mind.”

Jazz tutted, but otherwise kept quiet. When they reached the first floor, she went to start plating up food while Danny went to the door to the lab.

“Dinner’s ready.”

Loud footsteps could immediately be heard and Danny backed away as his dad came running into the kitchen. “Spaghetti! You made meatballs, right?”

“Right here, Dad,” Jazz said, grabbing the pot.

His dad eyed her wearily for a moment then said, “If you are Jazzie-pants, you’re the best!”

She threw her hands in the air.

He pressed a kiss to her head then grabbed his plate and loaded it up with meatballs.

“How was your nap, honey?” Danny’s mom asked as she came into the room and wrapped an arm around Danny. “Are you alright? You’ve never passed out like that.”

“I’m fine, I was just tired. I’m all good now.”

“Did you take your binder off?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Did you do your homework?”

“I was working on it when Jazz called me down.”

“Alright, let me know if you need help with anything.”

“I know, Mom.”

She ruffled his hair then went over to keep his dad from taking all the meatballs.

~~~~~~~~~~B~~~~~0~~~~~0~~~~~~~~~~

Danny glared at nothing in particular as his friends yelled to their respective crowds from atop their respective stages.

I’d say kill me now, but it’s too late for that.

He considered calling his mom to see if she’d let him stay home. Maybe he could say he felt like he was going to pass out again.

Sam was to his right, standing atop a school bus surrounded by people waving signs with various pro-vegan and vegetarian sayings scrawled across them. Tucker was to his left, standing atop a popup stage with women dressed like sausage links while a crowd of people wondered about barbeque stands and food trucks.

Eventually, the two noticed him and rushed over.

“You guys put together two protests in one night?” he said, looking between them.

“Meat-eaters, Danny. Always ready to fight. And our high-protein diets give us the energy we need to do it quickly.”

“Vegans are always ready to protest. And because we don't have to waste time cooking our food, we can move even faster.”

“Don't you guys think this is a little extreme?”

“No choice, buddy. You're either with me!”

“Or you're against him!”

Danny ducked his head as they both shouted, “So whose side are you on?”

Suddenly the wind picked up in the schoolyard and laughter echoed around them as Danny’s ghost sense went off. Meat started flying away from the stands and trucks, swirling together into the largest meat monster yet.

“It's lunchtime!” the ghost shouted as both crowds started fleeing.

“Meat! Why have you betrayed me?” Tucker wailed.

Sam looked like she was going to say something so Danny grabbed them both and dragged them over to a tree. “That’s it! This is the last time you two are having this argument, got it?”

They opened their mouths.

“No! I don’t care if you don’t like meat or you only like meat! You’re both going to lay off each other! You don’t have to like each other's diets, you just have to keep your mouths shut and ignore it! You guys are my best friends, but I can not do this anymore! Please!”

They stared at him, shocked, as he broke down slightly at the end before slowly nodding.

“Okay, Danny.”

“Yeah, Dude. We didn’t… mean to upset you.”

“We’re sorry.”

“Really sorry.”

“Great. Wonderful.” He glanced around to be sure no one was paying attention. “Then it's time to make up. Now!”

They wrapped their arms around each other with him in the middle to hide the flash from his transformation and he turned invisible as they let go, shooting into the air.

~~~~~~~~~~B~~~~~0~~~~~0~~~~~~~~~~

Jazz scowled at the sky as the net she was in was dragged across the ground. Why was she cursed with a family like hers? All she wanted was to finish school, get a degree in psychology, and have a normal life. Was that too much to ask for?

“And the Fenton Grappler is working like a charm!” she heard her father say as she got closer.

“I don't understand. If Jazz is a ghost, why hasn’t she phased through the net?” her mother asked.

Jazz growled as the net came to a stop and stood up. As she pulled the net off, she shouted, “Because I am not a ghost! You've ambushed me, suffocated me with smoke, and worse, your stupid invention got Danny electrocuted! What do you have to say for yourselves?”

Her father held an open thermos in her face. “Eat hot Fenton Thermos, ghost gal!”

A few sparks popped out, but nothing more happened.

Jazz glared at her parents and her father frowned down at the thing. He gave it a shake and hummed. “Darn thing still doesn't work!”

Jazz crossed her arms.

Her father looked up at her and after a moment he smiled. He looked down at the thermos sadly. “I, Jack Fenton, from this day forth, do hereby turn my back on ghosts.”

Jazz’s eyes widened and her mother set her hand on his shoulder.

He held up the thermos. “And this Thermos can't trap ghosts because ghosts don't exist.”

He threw it then turned away, bowing his head.

Jazz gaped as her mother wrapped an arm around his and rubbed his back. “Jack.”

“No, she’s right. What have we been doing with our life?”

She’s right? She’s right! Jazz threw her hands in the air and did a spin. FINALLY! She had gotten through to them! Now maybe -

“Thanks for the thermos! ”

“HA! Ghost kid! I was right!”

What?

Jazz turned back to her parents to see they were both excited.

“You were wrong! Ghosts exist!” her father sing-songed before laughing. “I never doubted for a second!”

What? No! They’d been so close! Jazz hissed in her head, tugging at her hair. What just happened? Are they really that delusional?

“Come on, Maddie! Let’s go get that ghost kid!”

Jazz watched them both run off, her father pulling out a machine from one of the many pockets on his belt.

~~~~~~~~~~B~~~~~0~~~~~0~~~~~~~~~~

Danny’s eyes widened as the mini meat monsters the ghost had made to fight him reformed from the kick he’d used to destroy them. “Come on, can’t you cocktail weenies just stay down so this can be over?”

The rings passed over him to return him to human and Danny flinched.

The monsters smirked and grabbed him, flying into the air. Once they were high over the school, the ones holding his arms let go, letting him swing upside down.

He yelped and tried to grab at them to right himself, but they floated out of reach.

Suddenly something smacked his face and he grabbed it on instinct. He held it out and smiled. The Fenton Thermos! Finally, a way he could get the ghost back to the portal! But how to get it to work?

His eyes widened as he felt the grips on his legs loosened and looked up to see the monsters grinning.

They let go.

Danny looked down to see the ground fast approaching. “Change back! CHANGE BACK!”

His energy flared back up and the rings passed over him.

He cheered and turned intangible. He shot his parents a smile as he fell through the ground in front of them. “Thanks for the thermos!”

He twisted under the ground and came up on the other side of the school where the ghost -- the Lunch Lady? -- waited. As he did, an idea occurred to him.

She glared at the thermos. “NO! Soup's not on today's menu!”

“I'm changing the menu, permanently!” he grabbed the lid of the thermos and whispered, “Please work.”

He aimed the thermos at her and closed his eyes. He pushed his energy into the thermos, focusing it towards the thermos’s battery. Maybe a ghost trap needed ghostly energy to function? He felt his energy sink into the device and get drawn in as the thermos hummed to life in his hands. A blast of blue light shot at the Lunch Lady and drew her in like a tractor beam.

“No!” she screamed, trying to break free, but she soon disappeared inside.

Danny sighed with relief as he lost his hold on his ghost form. He felt drained, but closed the thermos with a smile. He went over to where Same and Tucker were hiding underneath decorations from Tucker’s half of the protest and helped them up.

“What happened? Where's the ghost?” Sam asked.

He held up the thermos. “My parents have their moments.”

Some beeping sounded and the three turned to see Danny’s parents running up.

“Ghost directly ahead.”

Danny flinched and hid the thermos behind his back.

“You would have to be some sort of moron to not notice the ghost directly ahead,” the Fenton Finder announced as they stopped in front of Danny.

His parents looked up at him and he gave them an awkward smile. He pointed over his shoulder. “Oh, sorry, Dad. You just missed him.”

“We got a runner!” his dad cheered and they took off.

Which allowed him to see Jazz glaring him down with crossed arms.

“Uh -”

“What did I say about encouraging them?”

“But -”

“Now they're back to square one!”

“Jazz!” Danny called, but his sister ignored him as she marched off.

“So, you're not gonna tell them?” Tucker asked, watching Danny’s parents disappear down the street.

Danny watched Jazz for a moment longer then turned to his friends. “Nah. I think I might've finally figured out what these powers are for. They make me able to help and protect people. To do some good.”

“They make you a hero,” Sam said.

“Well, with great pow-”

Danny threw a sausage at the tech geek.

All three of their phones went off and they pulled them out.

“School’s canceled for the next few days,” Sam said.

“Apparently people think there was a gas leak,” Tucker snorted. “One that’s giving people hallucinations.”

“Those were some painful hallucinations,” Danny joked, rubbing his shoulder.

“So we’ve got a few free days until they get this cleaned up and realize there isn’t any gas. You know what that means?”

“Movies, sleepovers, and Nasty Burger?” Danny suggested.

“No homework!” Tucker cheered.

The boys high-fived and the three set off.

“Do you guys want to stop by the mall before heading to one of our places?” Tucker asked. “We can look for something to wear to Spring Formal.”

“Why? It’s not like any of us are going,” Sam snorted.

“You don’t know that yet,” Danny objected. “We might get dates.”

Sam stared at him for a moment then shrugged. “Fine, whatever. If you two want to waste our time looking at clothes far be it for me to stop you.”

Danny’s nose scrunched up while Tucker cheered.

“I’m thinking green.”

“Maybe think again,” Sam snorted.

“What about you then?”

She shook her head. “I’m not going so I don’t need one.”

Danny frowned. “If you don’t want to go…”

She shrugged. “Who’s going to take pictures of you guys trying on horrible suits if you go on your own? That’d be a wasted blackmail opportunity.”

They both glared at her.

~~~~~~~~~~B~~~~~0~~~~~0~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m home,” Danny called as he shut and locked the door.

“Hey, sweetie,” his mom said. She stepped out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

He froze. “You, uh, made dinner?”

“Jazz said she was going to be late so I thought I’d take care of dinner for her. How was shopping?”

“Okay, I guess. Tucker found a suit he liked, but none of them really fit me right.”

She nodded and came over to kiss the top of his head. “We’ll take you to the tailor in a few days. What about Sam?”

“I thought I saw her eyeing this black and purple dress in the window of Edgy On Purpose, but she says she’s not going so she’s not getting a dress.”

“That’s a shame.”

He shrugged.

“You ate lunch, right?”

“Yes, Mom,” he said, rolling his eyes. “We got Nasty Burger on the way to Tucker’s.”

“That’s good. I meant to call after we got your message about school, but we lost the ghost kid and your father wanted to come back and try and boost the power of the Fenton Finder.”

“It’s fine.” He considered something as he adjusted his backpack, the thermos inside bumping against his back. “Hey, Mom, I was wondering… You know how you infuse your inventions with ectoplasm? Have you ever considered, you know, powering them with ectoplasm too?”

She laughed and ruffled his hair. “Of course, honey, but the amount of condensed ectoplasm we’d need…” she trailed off, her eyes widening. “Though, with the portal now active, it would be easier to collect pure ectoplasm. Maybe… Jack! JACK!”

Danny chuckled as his mom ran off, muttering calculations and yelling for his dad. He stepped into the kitchen and froze.

A small army of cooked shrimp glared at him.

“MOM! DINNER CAME ALIVE AGAIN!”

#danny phantom #mystery meat #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #living phantom

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dpjustified · 5 years ago

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Bingo #3

(disclaimer: fanfic only not headcanon)

(#3 Themes: Setting: Jazz’s College, Aunt Alicia, and Stuck in the Fenton Thermos)

“Why don’t you go with your Aunt Alicia to see your sister, sweetie?” Danny’s mom asked him.

Aunt Alicia was visiting them from Arkansas. She hadn’t done that in forever, not since her divorce at any rate. Maybe that meant she was withdrawing from her hermit stage and felt more social. Everyone was proud of her. But...

“The thing is mom,” he replied with a shrug. “I kinda had something planned with Sam and Tucker...”

His mom’s look was not allowing him to say no, so off he went.

Although Aunt Alicia had an old clunker trunk for a car, the ride was pretty smooth. Jazz’s school was about an hour away so they had plenty of time to catch up. Not that he wanted to catch up.

“So, kiddo, how’s your love life?”

“Ah, it’s good. Dating my best friend, you know...”

“My ex-husband was my best friend. Piece of trash he turned out to be. Cheating on me with some scamp woman who flirted with him at the supermarket. So what if she’s thinner and younger than me? He’s not that great of a catch either!”

“Uh...” Okay, scratch that topic. “Jazz seems happy in college. She texted back about which dorm she’s staying in. I brought the map so once we get off the freeway I’ll tell you where to turn.”

“Such a responsible man you’ve turned out to be. I’m proud of you. Now if you can just bring up your grades...”

“My mom says too much,” Danny grumbled. “I’m up to a B- average this year. I’m working on it. I haven’t even been in detention this whole year.”

“Working hard!”

When she wasn’t negative, Aunt Alicia was really nice and knew how to cheer a person up. It was too bad she lived so far away. Maybe when she cheered up, she could move closer.

They parked in the dorm parking lot and were starting to walk in when Danny rushed ahead.

“I’ll see you there, Aunty. I’m going to surprise Jazz first!” He said with a smile and rushed ahead. Once in the building, he went behind a shelf and went ghost, then flew intangibly to Jazz’s dorm room. Luckily she didn’t have any roommates he had to worry about, but he still had to check if she was alone first before spooking her. She was an adult after all.

He looked around in the room. Jazz was busy typing on her laptop, with a pile of open books on her desk. No one else was in sight.

From behind her, he reversed his intangibility and whispered, “Boo.”

Jazz screamed loudly. Unfortunately for him, she opened a drawer and pulled out a thermos - a model he had not seen before, and his parents designed the thing!

“Take this, ghost!” She yanked off the top and sucked him in before he could say a word. “...Danny?”

“Um...hi Jazz?” He hoped his voice could carry from this thing. He really hated feeling disembodied, which is what happened when he was compressed in the thermos. “Can you let me out?”

“...That’s the thing Danny. I’ve been working on updating this thing to increase its ghost holding capacity, and durability. I didn’t actually work on how to release the ghost yet?”

“Then why did you freakin’ use it, Jazz!”

“Sorry! You know, it’s your fault you snuck up on me, you know.”

“Hey, how was I to know you renewed your deadly suck-your-little-brother-in-the-thermos powers. Now I’m stuck in here. I’m...gonna feel sick.”

“I’ll work on it, I promise-”

There was a knock on the door, so Jazz opened it.

“Aunt Alicia, how are you?”

Sadly, he couldn’t see through the thermos, but they probably hugged. Jazz was always a huggy person.

“It’s good to see you again. I thought Danny was supposed to be here first?”

“Oh, he was really exited to see the college, and I told him about the college tour, so he just rushed off! I guess it’s just you and me.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Well, I wanted to treat you to lunch, and catch up.”

Jazz whispered to him, “Once I get a chance I’ll work on it.”

First Jazz showed her around campus for a good thirty minutes. Then they sat in at one of her classes on “Man and the Evolution of Technology”. He was getting a cramp, and he couldn’t even feel his leg. In fact, he felt like it wasn’t even there anymore.

They went to get hamburgers at a diner. He could smell them! At least she ordered him something to go.

Finally, she banged the Thermos a few times in the bathroom and he was finally able to come out. He was so out of it he reverted to his human form, leading to some ladies giving them looks.

Jazz as usual gave a wonderful excuse to try to protect him. “Ah, my little brother was feeling ill so I dragged him in here. I can’t exactly nurse him in the men’s now can I.” She laughed awkwardly.

Danny just busted out of there.

Aunt Alicia was surprised to see him burst out from the restroom hallway. “How’d you know we were here? Well since you are, you might as well have a seat, huh.”

Danny just stared at Jazz, who shrugged.

Yep, should have just stayed home. She’ll be the death of me one day.

(I don’t know about you, but at least I like my stories ;-;)

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Casper High Ch. 4

Danny Fenton spends a lot of time in his room, according to his parents- yet in all honesty he often flies out the window to attend to other ghostly matters. If he wasn't busy fighting ghosts, he was busy catching up with school work, or talking to his best friends over the phone or computer. Nonetheless, this past week consisted of Danny spending smaller amounts of time doing his normal everyday routine, and instead spending time with a certain Winchester.

It reminded Danny of all things he missed about having his friends around to physically interact with. He had gotten so used to eating lunch alone, and spending all of his time consumed with other things, it was nice to have new things to do. To have someone spend hours doing absolutely nothing with but enjoying each others company nonetheless was a refreshing break from his usually chaotic life.

"Wait, so Sam believes in Phantom even if he hasn't seen him?"

'Maybe Sam has added a bit of complication to his life,' Danny thought, it was odd but not totally unwelcomed.'

"I don't know, maybe, Tuck. Something Mikey said to him a few days ago brought this interest out." Danny sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair. "He's spent some time doing research in the library."

"But every piece of evidence is gone right?" Manson asked, her attention being pulled from the black makeup she was applying, her back facing her computer screen so that the boys could see her face in the reflection of the large mirror in front of her. "I mean, everything with backing, damning evidence that could prove that Phantom isn't much more than a fable now."

"Well yeah, but we already know that some people believe the fairy tale stories still in the library." Tucker cut in before his raven-haired friend could respond. "We've got nothing to worry about Danny, it's like bigfoot, no one has hard proof- and any 'proof' is easily debunked."

"I guess you guys are right." Danny nodded, not able to shake the looming feeling that things wouldn't be that easy- nothing in his life ever truly was. "Anyways, how about we focus on the fact our Sammy has gotten a date."

"Ooooooh, that's what the make up is about? Must be a lucky girl." Tucker grinned, placing his chin on one palm, "Spill the beans, who is this chick."

"You're so lucky I'm hours away and you're safe from my boots right now." Sam glared, before continuing. "Her names Aino, and she transferred here a few months back. She's the one from the super glue incident in art class."

"I like her." Tucker stated, matter-of-fact. "You have my blessing."

"Well thank you dad, not that I asked." Sam rolled her amethyst eyes, leaning out of frame to fix her eyeliner, using a smaller mirror to help with precision.

"I like her name." Danny added, smiling at the groan it got from Sam, "Besides, anyone who can somehow sneak thirty pounds of super glue into a school is perfect for you in my book."

"She's actually planning to do something similar with pudding in a few weeks actually."

"Nooooooo!" Tucker dragged, pressing a hand to his chest. "Sam you have got to marry this girl, or I will."

"I'm sorry Tuck, but she's not into guys who have already been married to their PDAs." Sam shot back in a heartbeat, pulling a laugh from her friends. Moving back, she turned to the computer. "How'd I look?" Sam had changed some since she left Amity, if only to become more… Sam- that was the best way to explain it. Her short black hair only got shorter, before the left sided became shaved down to spite her parents, a few new piercing decorated her left ear lobe, and a brow piercing rested on her right brow. Her outfit was a simple black tank top, grey shorts, fishnets and an oversize army green jacket over it all, finished off with none other than her favorite pair of chained combat boots.

"Perfect."

"Goth, and intimidating."

"Just what I wanted." Sam grinned, running a hand through her hair.

"So, when do we meet this lucky lady?" Danny laughed at the glare Sam flashed the camera.

"This is our first date." Sam deadpanned, unblinking, already done with her friends shenanigans.

"Dude, that's not the right question." Tucker chastised, tapping the camera. "What you meant was when is the wedding."

"I'm gonna go now." Sam hissed, her camera going black before signing off.

"How much do you want to bet we meet Aino in a week." Tucker laughed along with Danny.

"I bet in three days." Danny grinned, glancing over at the time before sighing. "I have to go on patrol soon."

"Don't fret dude." Tucker sighed. "I've got to finish a last minute robotics paper. It's a pain."

"Good Luck." Danny smiled, before the two bid their goodbyes. With a sigh, the halfa pulled himself out of his computer chair and made his way to his window. Time for another night filled with flying around the town for hours.

It was two in the morning when Danny found himself wandering around the park as Fenton. He did this occasionally when he couldn't sleep even if it served best to try to sleep anyways. By this time the park was often completely deserted so it was interesting to find someone swinging nonchalantly on the swings bathed only in the moonlight... and their own glow.

The shiver that raked down his spine, and puff of soft blue air was enough to confirm this was a spirit. Based on the softness of the glow and the much more human-like skin was also a large indicator that this spirit had yet to fully manifest.

"Hey?" Danny called out softly, making his way over to the swings. His only response was a glance. Danny was able to make out the light pink eyes, and scarred cheek. "Wanna tell me why your here at this time of night in a park?" Danny asked, settling himself next to the spirit.

"Where else will I go?" The ghost asked, kicking his legs softly.

"Maybe to the Zone." Danny offered softly, swinging slightly as well. The confused look he got confirmed his suspicions. "You don't know what that is, do you?"

"Is it like Heaven?" The voice wavered and echoed softly, like it wasn't all there, which matched the ghost's appearance perfectly in an eerie way.

"Not quite. You can make your own little paradise though in the Zone." Danny smiled, looking up to the moon. "A hunter has his own hunting grounds, a scientist his own lab, a singer her own studio, whatever you want. Your imagination is your limit."

"What's your name?" The ghost whispered, staring at their feet.

"Danny, though most ghosts know me as Phantom or the 'Ghost Child'."

"Wait, you're Phantom?!" The spirit looked over shocked. "You aren't as mean as I heard you would be."

"Depends who you talk to." Danny chuckled. "But for the most part, I just try to keep the peace."

"What's your name?" Danny asked after a lull in the conversation.

"Ekon." The ghost, now identified, responded. "I'm not sure how long I've been a ghost if I'm being honest."

"It happens." Danny explained calmly. This ghost used to be a human and it was obviously nervous and unsure- being harsh would do nothing except possibly permanently scar the ghost for the rest of their eternity in the afterlife. "Some ghosts could be dead for years before their consciousness manifests."

"How can I go to the Zone?" Ekon asked suddenly, turning coral pink eyes to Danny.

"Just have to go through a portal." Danny offered a smile. "Lucky for you, I happen to have one in my basement."

"You're a lot nicer then I expected." Ekon spoke, a twinkle in his eyes. "When can you take me?"

Danny paused, running a quick mental check over how he was feeling. He was all caught up on his homework, and he doesn't feel tired…

"I can take you now." The spark of hope that filled the spirits face was worth missing sleep tonight.

Danny needs to stop missing sleep. After so many all-nighters, and the caffeine filled drinks that he often times consumed allowed his body to grow a tolerance against the heavenly beverages, not allowing him to take advantage of their effects anymore. The plus side was he forgot it was a weekend, and was able to sleep an extra two hours before his internal clock woke him. That and the smell of bacon.

"Morning honey, how did you sleep?" Maddie greeted her son with a kiss to the top of his hair, setting down a plate of waffles and bacon in front of him.

"Thanks mom." Danny smiled, just now realizing how hungry he was. That most likely had to do with the hours he spent in ghost form inside the Zone, settling Ekon in and creating an amiable friendship between the new ghost and Klemper. "I slept alright, you?"

"Not very much." Maddie admitted, sipping on a cup of coffee. "Your father's catching up on sleep, but we're one step away from a giant break through."

"Really? What about?" Danny stifled a yawn, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth and dousing a heaping serving of syrup on top of his waffles.

"Your father and I think we narrowed down to the exact component in ectoplasm that give ghosts their abilities." Maddie explained. "If we can separate that component, we could very well apply those abilities to absolutely anything."

"That would explain the ecto-dogs in the fridge." Danny supplied around a mouthful of waffle, pulling a laugh from his mother.

"Swallow first, then speak." Maddie reminded, getting a sheepish smile in response. "And yes, it even opens the possibility of humans being able to use such abilities."

"What-" Danny choked, coughing slightly before continuing. "Wouldn't that turn them into a ghost?"

"Not quite." Maddie shook her head, pausing slightly to put her thoughts in order. "The healing factors found in these specters can do wonders in medical advancement if we can place the exact component."

"Ah..." Danny trailed, eyes trained on his half eaten waffles. His mind mulling over the information he learned and wondering if it was a threat or not.

"Well, I'm off to join your dad in his nap." Maddie stood, dropping her mug in the sink. She continued after dropping another peck on her son. "I left a bit of cash on the coffee table in case you plan on going out."

"Sleep well mom, love you." Danny waited until he heard the faint 'I love you' before standing to leave. He did plan to meet with Sam Winchester at the nasty burger in a few hours. It didn't mean he had to stay in his house until then- he could walk around Amity for a bit before making his way over.

"Hey Sam." Danny greeted with a smile, sliding into the booth across from the taller teen. "Sorry I'm late, my dad dragged me into one of his experiments." Danny offered an apologetic smile. In reality Danny felt bad for lying to Sam, on his way there he was stopped by Cujo who was dragging around a scared Ghostwriter. That had been quite a chase.

"You're good, I actually hadn't noticed." Sam returned with a sheepish smile, closing his laptop.

"What's the distraction this time?" Danny asked, settling in his seat and stealing a fry from Sam's tray.

"Creative writing." Sam sighed, laying a hand on top of his computer. "Mr. Leedee comes back from leave tomorrow, and I complete forgot about his project. Given we are just coming up with an idea list, we get partners tomorrow."

"Ouch, projects are never fun. Throwing in partners? That just makes it worse." Danny responded. "What's the topic?"

"We're supposed to write a story based on a fable, or fairy-tale, or urban legend we know about."

"That shouldn't be too hard. There's tons to choose from." Danny offered, receiving a sheepish smile back.

"That's the point, there are so many." Danny couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him.

"What are your choices?" Danny asked, accepting the laptop as it was slid over to him. The raven haired teen's eyebrows furrowed at the list; the Winchester had only listened one fairy-tale while the rest seemed to be urban legends. "I'd say Hansel and Gretel. Less morbid then the rest." Danny deduced, sliding the laptop close.

"Well, let's hope my partner is fine with that." Sam offered back, before relaxing. A small silence passed between the two, the two teens taking in the food before them before conversation rose again. "Anything new?"

"Not really, I'm still waiting to hear about Sam's date with Aino."

"Sam had a date?" The youngest Winchester looked shocked.

"I didn't tell you?!"

"I never thought Sam would find someone to date in high school, especially with how you described her- nothing against her though anyways."

"Honestly, neither did Tuck and I." Danny laughed along with Sam, happy to see his new friend take an interest in his best friends. "So get this, Aino was the girl from this incident..."

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