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phantomphangphucker · 2 years ago

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Phic Phight - (Not) The Star Of The Show

For: @gottacatchghosts @bookhoard @ave-aria @thatstomorrowsproblem

Being buddy buddy with a spooky singer and constantly being harassed by a teen in way over his head, was eventually going to result in Danny having to take the stage himself.

Songs Used: Rise by Athena Z, Gifted by Athena Z, Never Stop by VnaneP

“🎶Your heart, your heart has rendered

your loss, now bear the shame

Like dead trees in cold December,

Nothing but ashes remain

Oh, Ember, you will remember!🎶”

Danny nods, smiling a little at the bit of song he can hear being played for the waiting fans. “I’m surprised you’re still using that same old song”. She flips him off immediately, still using her other hand to get her makeup on just right, “it’s a good song and it works”. Danny just chuckles, not bothering to press. He knows there’s a reason she was big on everyone remembering her and whatnot but he didn’t actually know why. The why was definitely attached to her death though, so asking would be rude as shit; he’s not some human -cough cough Wes cough cough- who doesn’t understand you’re not supposed to press ghosts about their death. Granted it was kind of common knowledge she died in a concert fire but that was all anyone really knew. Same with how everyone knew Danny’s ass got offed but his parents' tech but not necessarily which one it was.

Ember nods at the mirror, pushing off and going to her wardrobe, grabbing pieces and turning around to show them to Danny, “what do you think, purple or red today?”.

“I’d say pink and gray, since the weathers very, you know, gray today”.

“You’re an idiot”.

Danny snickers, leaning against the makeup station, “but real talk, no cap-”.

She interrupts with a glare, “never say that again, I forget how young you are sometimes?”.

Danny flips her off for that, “hey nothing wrong with the youth, don’t trash your target audience. That just ain’t it. Anyway, you wear purple way too much, definitely the red”.

Her putting a hand on her hip, “You don’t think it’s too vampiric?”. Danny quirking an eyebrow right back, “and you don’t think the purple is too gothic romance?”. She makes a bit of a face before turning to put away the purple outfit. Danny turning around and walking off a bit to give her privacy.

She groans a little, “setting up tonight’s show was such a pain. All the restrictions and hoops you have to go through these days is awful”.

“You sound like a grandma”.

“Say that again and I’ll hypnotise you into doing the sprinkler dance on stage”. Danny giving her a scandalised gasp. “Hopefully everyone has fun though and pisses off their parents, fuck old people”.

“You are old people”.

“Don’t you dare. I own a lot of things with a lot of spikes on them”. Danny doesn’t say shit because he doesn’t feel like getting brained or something by a bracelet today. “That’s what I thought. Anyway, you better have a good time too, I heard the beer garden really sucks at checking ids this year”. That makes Danny a happy Danny. “I’m absolutely saying you should sneak in and…”.

---

Wes was making a damn point to tiptoe as much as he could, he knew ghosts had freakish hearing so he had to be careful; hopefully the music blaring would drown his footsteps out some. See he’d come up with a plan the second he’d heard about Ember -who was definitely a ghost- throwing a concert near by Amity, she was known for her voice and guess who else also had a powerful voice? That asshole Danny. So he figured that if he could get a good recording of her voice without being distorted by a microphone through an ecto-vocal vibrations absorption meter, he could then compare it to a reading from Fenton and maybe layer it to pick up that stupid wail of his. Proper proof. And he could get more info on a ghost that parades around the human world pretending to be human. Expose the dead singer too.

Poking his head around the slight door opening and aims the device at the singer, good she’s gabbing away, to herself or someone else he doesn’t care. “Franx even got a new drum set and reprinted sticks, the crowd’s going to love the-”; and bam he cranks the device making her choke a little… and then she practically kicks over the privacy screen -fully dressed at least- and glares murderously at the door attempting and failing to verbally snap at him.

Alright… he hadn’t meant to straight up take her voice! He blames Danny for this and whatever is about to happen to him!

And then Danny pulls him through the damn wall, what is he doing here! And in his startlement one Wes Weston accidentally hits the expel button right at Danny.

---

Danny blinks down at mother fucking Wes oh that little asshole holy shit who just did… something? to him and who had just stolen Ember’s voice or something. Who steals someone’s voice before they’re supposed to sing at a concert?!? The fuck is wrong with this guy! The fact that both him and Ember’s ecto-fields flair for a beat before disappearing again is ominous as fuck though.

“Tͭhͪeͤ f̾uͧcͨk̾ dͩiͥdͩ y̾oͦuͧ dͩoͦ, Weͤs̾? Whͪy̾ aͣrͬeͤ y̾oͦuͧ eͤv̾eͤn̾ hͪeͤrͬeͤ?!”, then blinking, why the fuck did he just speak with a goddamn harmony and bass boosted? And then a ghost emoji-shaped guitar appears in the air with a little poof and smashes him on his head; it had some concerningly familiar dials.

Ember blinks, balls her fists, and glares even more murderously, loudly snapping, “how DARE YOU MESS WITH MY POWERS!”, said snapping promptly turning into a ghostly wail that fucking obliterates the door and knocks Wes backwards. Danny scrambling over and slapping a hand over her mouth.

Wes is now unconscious… and the device thing he must have used on them is smashed to bits. Ah shit.

Danny takes a bit of a breath, “Iͥ’mͫ g̾oͦiͥn̾g̾ tͭoͦ k̾iͥl̾l̾ hͪiͥmͫ”, fuck his voice sounded weird. Ember grumbling, quietly, “do it”, and yet there’s still a slightly wail style shaking to her voice.

Danny eyes her, a bit fucking miffed actually, “whͪy̾ cͨaͣn̾ y̾oͦuͧ aͣcͨtͭiͥv̾aͣtͭeͤ mͫy̾ waͣiͥl̾ b𞀓eͤtͭtͭeͤrͬ tͭhͪaͣn̾ Iͥ cͨaͣn̾. Tͭhͪaͣtͭ mͫoͦtͭhͪeͤrͬf̾uͧcͨk̾eͤrͬ s̾waͣppeͤdͩ oͦuͧrͬ v̾oͦcͨaͣl̾ poͦweͤrͬs̾ oͦrͬ s̾oͦmͫeͤ s̾hͪiͥtͭ. Hͪoͦw dͩoͦ Iͥ mͫaͣk̾eͤ mͫy̾ v̾oͦiͥcͨeͤ s̾tͭoͦp dͩoͦiͥn̾g̾ tͭhͪiͥs̾”.

But she just starts snickering before falling to her knees and laughing into her hands, tearing up a little form laughing too hard. Which juts results in Danny bending over laughing too. Eventually she gets a hold over herself a little, whisper talking, “I’m- I'm vocally trained to throw my voice, makes it too easy”, touching her throat and sitting up straight, “I can tell it’ll tear up my throat though”, and glares at Danny, “I need my throat”.

Danny cringes a little, “y̾eͤaͣhͪ iͥtͭ k̾iͥn̾dͩ oͦf̾ s̾uͧcͨk̾s̾”, and then points at his mouth. She rolls her eyes at him, “your vocal control is too shit to stop”. He flips her off before walking over to the thingy Wes had and picking up the bits, “tͭhͪiͥs̾ iͥs̾ tͭrͬaͣs̾hͪ”.

She pushes herself to stand up, putting a hand on her hips and walking over, looking down at the unconscious boy, “think he can fix it”.

“Iͥ s̾eͤrͬiͥoͦuͧs̾l̾y̾ dͩoͦuͧb𞀓tͭ tͭhͪaͣtͭ”. This thing was clearly Fenton-style tech with mild modifications, Wes was a jock not a nerd.

“Great”. She goes a little wide-eyed and turns to Danny, “crap, my show. There’s no way I can sing with this shit”, and points at her mouth. Danny chuckling, “y̾eͤaͣhͪ y̾oͦuͧ’dͩ p𞀐rͬoͦb𞀓aͣb𞀓l̾y̾ dͩeͤs̾tͭrͬoͦy̾ tͭhͪeͤ f̾uͧcͨk̾iͥn̾g̾ v̾eͤn̾uͧeͤ aͣn̾dͩ mͫaͣy̾b𞀓eͤ k̾iͥl̾l̾ eͤv̾eͤrͬy̾oͦn̾eͤ iͥn̾ iͥtͭ”. Danny watching her begin to smirk at him, she then eyes her closet, smirk pinching in a bit of a laugh, and going back to eyeing him. Danny grimaces, “tͭeͤl̾l̾ mͫeͤ y̾oͦuͧ’rͬeͤ n̾oͦtͭ tͭhͪiͥn̾k̾iͥn̾g̾ w𞀞hͪaͣtͭ Iͥ tͭhͪiͥn̾k̾ y̾oͦuͧ’rͬeͤ tͭhͪiͥn̾k̾iͥn̾g̾”. She starts actively laughing with her mouth closed. Danny groans, “Iͥ aͣmͫ n̾oͦtͭ cͨrͬoͦs̾s̾ dͩrͬeͤs̾s̾iͥn̾g̾ aͣn̾dͩ p𞀐rͬeͤtͭeͤn̾dͩiͥn̾g̾ tͭoͦ b𞀓eͤ y̾oͦuͧ”, gesturing at his hips while she starts openly laughing and making the room shake a little from the bit of wail in her laugh, “Iͥ dͩoͦn̾’tͭ eͤv̾eͤn̾ hͪaͣv̾eͤ tͭhͪeͤ hͪiͥp𞀐s̾ f̾oͦrͬ iͥtͭ!”.

She puts a hand on her knees, waving him off with the other, “no, no. Be- hahaha. Be an opening act you dummy. Oh Ancients”.

Okay yeah that was probably a better idea, this way he doesn’t have to pretend to have boobs… again. “W𞀞eͤl̾l̾ w𞀞hͪaͣtͭ aͣmͫ Iͥ s̾uͧp𞀐p𞀐oͦs̾eͤdͩ tͭoͦ s̾iͥn̾g̾?! Iͥ s̾eͤrͬiͥoͦuͧs̾l̾y̾ dͩoͦuͧb𞀓tͭ w𞀞eͤ cͨaͣn̾ j̾uͧs̾tͭ s̾p𞀐eͤeͤdͩ w𞀞rͬiͥtͭeͤ s̾oͦmͫeͤ s̾oͦn̾g̾s̾ aͣn̾dͩ aͣcͨtͭuͧaͣl̾l̾y̾ hͪaͣv̾eͤ tͭhͪaͣtͭ n̾oͦtͭ s̾uͧcͨk̾”, rubbing his neck, “Iͥ mͫeͤaͣn̾, Iͥ’v̾eͤ b𞀓eͤeͤn̾ rͬeͤaͣl̾l̾y̾ iͥn̾tͭoͦ v̾oͦcͨaͣl̾oͦiͥdͩ l̾aͣtͭeͤl̾y̾ s̾oͦ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ j̾uͧs̾tͭ dͩoͦ tͭhͪaͣtͭ s̾hͪiͥtͭ”.

Ember grumbles a little, pacing, “I’ll have to put out a little heads up that these songs aren’t original so no one thinks I’m endorsing music theft, but it would be better than trying to write something original in minutes”, turning and crossing her arms down at Wes, “and I’ll get this asshole to help me fix his fuck up”.

“Eͤhͪ dͩoͦn̾’tͭ tͭrͬy̾ tͭoͦ rͬaͣtͭiͥoͦn̾ w𞀞iͥtͭhͪ W𞀞eͤs̾, hͪeͤ’s̾ l̾iͥk̾eͤ s̾hͪoͦeͤs̾ tͭrͬy̾iͥn̾g̾ tͭoͦ f̾iͥl̾l̾ aͣ l̾iͥg̾hͪtͭb𞀓uͧl̾b𞀓”.

She gives him a weird look, “just find something in my closet, I’m sure something will work on you”. Danny groans but wanders over to the privacy screen as he’s told, while Ember starts kicking the unconscious boy.

Wes wakes up with a jerk, flailing, but Ember smacks him before he can say anything. He’s slightly confused by her whispering, “you’re with me and fixing this shit, you little jackass. Or I’ll talk louder and vibrate all your bones”.

Wes puts his hands up, “hey! This wasn’t the goal!”, pointing one hand towards where Danny used to be, “blame Fenton, if he wasn’t hiding his shit-”.

“Oͦhͪ g̾oͦ eͤaͣtͭ s̾oͦcͨk̾s̾, W𞀞eͤs̾!”. Danny popping out from behind the screen, his pants might be too tight but he can live with it but at least the half sleeve dress shirt actually fucking fits. Looking to Ember, “hͪoͦw𞀞 dͩoͦ y̾oͦuͧ hͪaͣv̾eͤ eͤv̾eͤn̾ mͫoͦrͬeͤ s̾p𞀐iͥk̾eͤdͩ cͨhͪoͦk̾eͤrͬs̾ tͭhͪaͣn̾ b𞀓eͤf̾oͦrͬeͤ”. He went with one that has a giant foot long red cross hanging from it.

She eyes him, nods and grabs up all the pieces of the broken thingy, shoving them at Wes, “you’re putting that back together, or else. I should get my manager to fucking fine you”, moving to grab some wiring and chucking it violently at the basketball player/wannabe sleuth.

Wes gesturing at Danny, “he’s the Fenton! Make him do it!”. Which Danny absolutely throws a spiked collar at him for, “f̾uͧcͨk̾ oͦf̾f̾, y̾oͦuͧ cͨaͣuͧs̾eͤdͩ tͭhͪiͥs̾ aͣn̾dͩ cͨaͣn̾ y̾oͦuͧ s̾iͥn̾g̾? Iͥ tͭhͪiͥn̾k̾ tͭhͪeͤ f̾uͧcͨk̾ n̾oͦtͭ”, gesturing at Ember, “s̾hͪeͤ cͨaͣn̾’tͭ g̾oͦ oͦn̾ s̾tͭaͣg̾eͤ, aͣn̾dͩ Iͥ dͩoͦ aͣcͨtͭuͧaͣl̾l̾y̾ k̾n̾oͦw𞀞 hͪoͦw𞀞 tͭoͦ s̾iͥn̾g̾ cͨoͦmͫb𞀓iͥn̾eͤdͩ w𞀞iͥtͭhͪ b𞀓aͣs̾iͥcͨaͣl̾l̾y̾ g̾eͤtͭtͭiͥn̾g̾ hͪeͤrͬ f̾aͣn̾cͨy̾ eͤcͨtͭoͦ-iͥn̾f̾uͧs̾eͤdͩ s̾iͥn̾g̾iͥn̾g̾ aͣb𞀓iͥl̾iͥtͭiͥeͤs̾, f̾uͧcͨk̾ y̾oͦuͧ v̾eͤrͬy̾ mͫuͧcͨhͪ, Iͥ cͨaͣn̾ p𞀐rͬoͦb𞀓aͣb𞀓l̾y̾ p𞀐uͧl̾l̾ iͥtͭ oͦf̾f̾ w𞀞hͪiͥl̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ f̾iͥxͯ y̾oͦuͧrͬ oͦw𞀞n̾ f̾uͧcͨk̾ uͧp𞀐”. Wes just grumbles incoherently, though some of was clearly him vaguely saying Danny couldn’t sing.

Ember scowls at the boy then walks over to look over Danny and start drawing ‘evil eyeliner’ on his face, “acceptable, slap on some wrist guards and scrunchie leg warmers-”.

“W𞀞hͪoͦ w𞀞eͤaͣrͬs̾ l̾eͤg̾ w𞀞aͣrͬmͫeͤrͬs̾ aͣn̾y̾mͫoͦrͬeͤ?”.

“I do and you’re representing me, scrunchie leg warmers”. While Danny sags a little she uses some intangibility to just slap them on and starts fucking with his black hair to spike it, “figured out songs yet?”.

Wes is just slapping pieces together with little to no success grumbling, “freaking fuck god- fuck this- stupid damn. Oh fuck me. Stupid damn Fenton oh my goddamn. Gah. The fuck is- why in ass- I just wanna break that. Zone why. Stupid- ugh”.

Danny rubs his neck, “w𞀞eͤl̾l̾ Iͥ cͨaͣn̾ dͩoͦ N̾eͤv̾eͤrͬ S̾tͭoͦp𞀐 b𞀓y̾ V̾n̾aͣn̾eͤP𞀐 aͣn̾dͩ b𞀓aͣs̾iͥcͨaͣl̾l̾y̾ eͤv̾eͤrͬy̾ s̾oͦn̾g̾ b𞀓y̾ Aͣtͭhͪeͤn̾aͣ Z̾ oͦf̾f̾ b𞀓y̾ hͪeͤaͣrͬtͭ, p𞀐l̾uͧs̾ Rͬiͥs̾eͤ iͥs̾ v̾eͤrͬy̾ Rͬeͤmͫeͤmͫb𞀓eͤrͬ eͤs̾cͨiͥeͤ. Mͫaͣy̾b𞀓eͤ w𞀞hͪeͤn̾ W𞀞eͤs̾ f̾iͥg̾uͧrͬeͤs̾ hͪiͥs̾ s̾tͭuͧp𞀐iͥdͩ s̾hͪiͥtͭ oͦuͧtͭ, y̾eͤaͣhͪ f̾uͧcͨk̾ y̾oͦuͧ k̾iͥdͩ, y̾oͦuͧ cͨaͣn̾ cͨoͦmͫeͤb𞀓aͣcͨk̾ oͦn̾ s̾tͭaͣg̾eͤ tͭoͦ, l̾iͥk̾eͤ, Iͥ dͩoͦn̾’tͭ f̾uͧcͨk̾iͥn̾g̾ k̾n̾oͦw𞀞 aͣ dͩuͧeͤtͭ oͦf̾ G̾iͥf̾tͭeͤdͩ b𞀓y̾ Aͣtͭhͪeͤn̾aͣ Z̾?”.

She hums, “I’ve heard that one and it’s not actually a shit idea, good for you, you didn’t fail”, grabbing him by the wrist and stalking out of the room, pointing at Wes, “leave and I’ll haunt you”. The boy just scowls.

Her dragging Danny off to her manager, “okay look, some asshole just basically assaulted my throat and now my voice is fucked”, sticking a paper in the managers hands, “have the songs he’ll do and have an opening act”, and shoves Danny at her manager before storming off. If he fucked this up she’d tell Skulker when his next test is just so he can interrupt it.

Danny grins awkwardly at the less than impressed manager, “Iͥ cͨaͣn̾ s̾iͥn̾g̾”. She blinks at him, “you know what? I don’t care. Come with me”, and stalks off. Guess this is actually happening. The rest of the band all give him very pitying looks. “We’ll keep playing her hits for as long as we can, you do a song or two and hope she rescues you before you run out of material”.

Oh wow, everyone has so much hope in him. Not.

---

Wes jerks a little bit when Ember comes back, muttering a quiet, “fuck”, and slightly breaking a piece more broken than it already was. Sticking out a hand, “since y’all are making me your bitch, hand me some kind of I don’t fucking know soldering stuff”.

She sneers, “do you even know how to use that stuff”; but does hand the stuff over while he just glares at her. “You have ten minutes, stalker”.

“TEN MINUTES! I am not a damn miracle worker and I didn’t even build this thing in the first place”.

“You have all the parts so dance, bitch, dance”.

The teen goes back to grumbling about ‘stupid fucking Danny’ this and ‘why is my luck such shit’ that. As far as Ember was concerned this was entirely the boys fault and he had no room to complain about anything at all. At least it sounded like they were still playing her prerecorded music and Phantom wasn’t being just shoved straight into the spot light. And at least she didn’t have to worry about the royal ass getting stage fright or some shit.

“And now please welcome an sudden line up change, since there’s never a dull moment at The Union Hall concert station, enjoy your opening act of Vocaloid in real life!”.

Oh looks like she thought too fucking soon. Smacking the kid over the head, “hurry the fuck up”.

“I’m trying, I’m trying. Geez”.

“Then try harder, numb nuts”; she fires a small ecto-blast over his head and grumbles incoherently.

---

Was Danny happy about this? Fuck no. Could he do this though? Fuck yes. It’s incredibly obvious the crowd is a little not impressed but considering more than a couple people mutter ‘at least he’s hot’, he’s got something of a chance at least. Danny walking out with a wave and flipping off the crowd when some roll their eyes or walk further away from the stage to talk to friends or pick up chicks or get a drink, “am I what you came for? Hell no. But I don’t suck and if you don’t like it get a drink or something. And if you don’t like the drink?”, shrugging, “dump it on some assholes head or something, I don’t care”. That gets him some laughs and some people actually come back towards the stage. He spots at least two people buying a drink and just fucking dumping it on themselves. Nice. That’s Ember’s crowds for you… when she wasn’t mind controlling people anyways. Punks and goths and metal heads and the occasional raver; there was a couple of kandi kids even. “Everyone here loves Ember right?”, getting a fuck ton of cheers, “so everyone knows Remember right? Note if you say you don’t I’ll find something to hit you with”. That gets more cheering but one guy actually does say ‘I don’t’ and Danny throws a whole ass stained old curtain at him. “So I figured if do y’all a fuckin’ favour and start off with one pretty damn similar. Rise by Athena Z”. A heavy hitting synth keyboard and drum beat starting.

“🎶Have you🎶”

“🎶Felt like you were just uuused

Felt battered and abuuused

Your self perception bruuuuuised🎶”

And now he’s got their fucking attention, nice. Aka he wasn’t totally sucking at this and the mic was taking the whole weird ecto-voice thing and making it actually sound kind of vocaloid and not completely fucky. It was pretty awesome actually.

“🎶A slave🎶”

“🎶Confined in your own miiind

Hoping one day to leeeave

All the sorrow behiiiiiind🎶”

---

Wes blinks, “since when could he actually sing”. Ember smacking him, “just shut up and work, and no I will not leave this room to get you shit because I will get mobbed”, he just grumbles back, she does use some of her fire to stick a couple pieces together. Phantom was friends with her of course he could sing a little.

Danny walks around on the stage, making ‘I’m watching you’ gestures at the crowd.

“🎶Their eyes🎶”

“🎶Like daggers, stare you dooown

No amity arooound

Fade into the backgrooooound🎶”

“🎶Ho-ping🎶”

“🎶Just never to be seeeen

To never cause a sceeene

Internalized routiiiiine🎶”

---

Wes hands a piece off to the ghost girl, “okay that should maybe might, I don’t fucking know, fit in the slot for that other thingy over there?”.

Annnnnnnd it does in fact fit. Her holding it up, “I guess you don’t suck as much now, but you do still suck”. Wes just scowls. This. Was. Not. His. Fault! (Except it was though).

---

Danny doing that whole ‘get up and jump’ thing that’s supposed to hype up crowds. That’s what an openers supposed to do right? Hype up the fucking crowd.

“🎶RISE🎶”

“🎶And show them what you're worth

And make them fear your words

And get what they deseeeeerve🎶 ”

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎶Do what you think is right

Dream of reaching new heights

Don't let it leave your siiiiight🎶 ”

A couple people at least whistle at him so he’s feeling pretty damn good about himself right about now. Too bad he doesn’t really have a chance to try to use the fucking guitar that’s just stuck to his damn back. Oh well.

“🎶 Cold , forgotten and alooone

The future lies unknooown

Like a disaster zooooone🎶”

“🎶 The, fear🎶”

“🎶And misery consuuume

The fire inside youuu

"Please, come to my rescuuuuue." 🎶”

---

Ember does actually have to sneak out to go get some damn water, why? because jackass fuck face set a bunch of shit on fire. Fucking moron. Sneaking over the rafters and eyeing Phantom a bit, he looked like he was doing a pretty solid job and actually having fun. Asshole. At least it seems like her band mates had the sense to give him one of her mics since her -currently his- voice really fucked up normal mics. Her pausing a little bit and smirking down at him, that Wes idiot could handle a little fire for a bit longer. (No he actually couldn’t, he was flailing a lot).

”🎶 It doesn't , have to be this waaay

The one who holds your faaate

Has been here all alooooong🎶”

“🎶Be-lieve🎶”

“🎶That you, too, can be strooong

This is where you belooong

Go, show them they were wrooooong!🎶”

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎶And show them what you're worth

And make them fear your words

And get what they deseeeeerve🎶 ”

“🎶So RISE🎶”

“🎶Do what you think is right

Dream of reaching new heights

Don't let it leave your siiiiight🎶 ”

Huh. Phantom was right this was kind of like Remember. Taking back power from those that had hurt you. Recognising that they had hurt you. Maybe it would have the same kind of effect then? The kind she always tries to have. That battered women and children would hear her and remember her and it would slap them with reality, with the need to leave or get help. Phantom had her power right now, so it very well could. He could be making another song a message and bacon for the battered to reach safety. Good. The less people who got killed by psycho ex’s like her the better.

Shaking herself off and booking it back to the vaguely on fire dressing room.

---

Did Danny notice Ember vaguely watching him? Absolutely. Did it rattle him a little bit? Maybe yeah. But fuck it there’s a chorus to do. Throwing his hands up.

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎶Reach out and take control

Once more, make yourself whole

No one can take your souuuuul🎶 ”

“🎶So RISE🎶”

“🎶No matter what it takes

Don't let it fall away

With everything at staaaaake🎶”

“🎶RISE🎶”

“🎶And show them what you're worth

And make them fear your words

And get what they deseeeeerve🎶 ”

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎶And take back all they stole

And fill that empty hole

With passiooooon🎶”

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎶And show them what you're worth

And make them fear your words

And get what they deseeeeerve🎶 ”

“🎶So RISE🎶”

“🎶Do what you think is right

Dream of reaching new heights

Don't let it leave your siiiiight🎶 ”

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎵Reach out and take control

Once more, make yourself whole

No one can take your souuuuul🎶 ”

“🎶So RISE🎶”

“🎶No matter what it takes

Don't let it fall away

With everything at staaaaake🎶”

And taking a bit of a bow, getting a pretty decent amount of cheering and even one or two people doing the whole ‘leaning over the railing and trying to reach out for him’ thing. This was almost like getting high and vaguely becoming a god. It would be super overwhelming if he was literally royalty.

---

Ember is throwing around the last bit of water, “he’s already a song down, hurry the fuck up”; at least the goddamn flames seem to be out… too bad she didn’t get Phantom’s ice instead.

“Hey! It’s at least half done! That’s impressive for someone who has never done this before”.

“Not my problem, shit for brains”.

---

Danny breaths heavy a bit, chest heaving, unlike Ember he had fucking lungs and wasn’t used to singing. Ancients fuck. Looking out at everybody, “so how was that, are you not amused?!?”. Chuckling intentionally into the mic over the cheering, “good because I’m never going to stop and this next one is Never Stop by VnaneP”. The music starting up, a pop-y and hard n’ fast electronic beat filling the room. Danny probably could have dragged that out more but fuck, he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say to do that shit.

"🎶To beeee a nobody like meee

Who’s willing to do anything

And everything to be somethinggggg

And I, am truly fearless of the fall

I’ll do it all, I know I got it in me

So come along and seeeeee!🎶”

“🎶Hate🎶”

“🎶the game I’m playing?🎶”

“🎶Love🎶”

“🎶the way that I am re-vel-ling

In this universe that I’m making?🎶”

“🎶Rise🎶”

“🎶and join the party!🎶”

“🎶Fall🎶”

“🎶for every charming thing about me!

Never ending, never ending...🎶”

“🎶Goooing, goooooing...

She's already goooooone

And hiiiigher she riiiises

Harder she will fall!🎶”

---

Ember’s halfway under a desk, trying to get a piece that had apparently rolled under one of the tables when she accidentally wailed the stupid device into oblivion. Chucking the piece at the boy, “there, happy?”.

He huffs, “yes”, and sticks it in the thing, “now I think? There’s supposed to be some kind of blue glowing stick?”.

Ember glares, “you mean the thing I’m pretty sure flew into some rando’s glass? Goddamnit”. The bar tenders in this place had horrible timing.

---

Spotting Ember scrabbling behind the bar, giving him a blatantly nervous thumbs up as she does so, is frankly very concerning. Oh well. Pointing at his face as he continues.

“🎶Fortune and fame have my name

Written in my very fate

Nobody can get in my way!

All lights on me, can’t you see

All that I’m becoming?

It’s all in my personalityyyyyyy!🎶”

Making cheering and ‘jump the fuck up’ motions.

“🎶Never shall I grow tired oooooof

Every bit of love given to meee

‘Cause fortune and fame have my name

In the stars above

And I’ll never stop until I have it allll!

NEVER STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP

I'll never stop, stooooop~🎶“

Quiet a few people who had struggled to save their spots in the front had hanging open jaws and giddy expressions, immediately nodding to each other that this random boy was fucking damn good. There’s was a mild circle pit going. Danny was somewhat known for his voice or more so his witty smart ass mouth, but singing was a new one and it was kinda cool not sucking at it; Ember might be able to convince him to do this again.

---

Ember practically had to monkey crawl over the bar, Phantom moving around more on stage is something she’s going to just assume he’s doing to keep as much attention on himself as possible. Which fit with this song, which why the fuck? This almost sounded like he was trying to insult her?

Glaring at him singing more from her spot behind the bar.

“🎶To be a somebody like meee

Almighty with my following, A miracle that’s meant to beee

But nooow, it’s all become a falsity, they love to see

Willing to bend to my will, Just like a deityyyy🎶”

Yeah that boy was a dick. Whatever. At least she found the blue vial thing, which they thankfully hadn’t emptied out but did put in with the ice packs? Humans were weird. Either way she scurried back.

---

Danny has no clue why Ember's flipping him off as she leaves back into the back with a blue… thing? he’s not going to ask. Not that he even can right now.

“🎶Hate🎶”

“🎶the game I’m playing?🎶”

“🎶Love🎶”

“🎶the way I’m taking ev-ery-thing

And making it the way I want it?🎶”

“🎶Rise🎶”

“🎶and join the party!🎶”

“🎶Fall🎶”

“🎶for every charming thing about meee!

Never ending, never ending...🎶”

Standing on the speaker things and gesturing out to the crowd, some people actually goddamn joining in. Maybe more places should look into having vocaloid? People seemed to love it.

“🎶Goooing, goooooing...

She's already goooooone

And hiiiigher she riiiises

Harder she will fall!🎶”

“🎶Fortune and fame have my name

Written in my very fate

Nobody can get in my way!

All lights on me, can’t you see

All that I’m becoming?

It’s all in my personalityyyy!🎶”

---

Wes actually grins, feeling pretty accomplished with himself, when the thing legit powers on. He was sweaty and his fingers hurt but the thing worked. Maybe he should try his hand at making his own tech? Ember snapping, “well?”, brings him out of his mild fantasies. Rolling his eyes at her, “it powers on, does it work? No clue”, and points it at her while making a grumpy ugly ‘well?’ face.

She eyes the machine, “fine. I can’t keep his stupid wail”; she wasn’t going to give up singing, never. Especially not because of some boy:

Wes fires the machine at her.

---

Danny’s starting to get just slightly worried, he could absolutely whip out something like Dog Walk by Creep-P or Saddy Daddy-o by Artimus Wolz or even Rotary Dial by GHOST but those were a completely different vibe and the manager lady would have no damn warning. For now all he can do is keep going and hope Wes gets his goddamn act together and that Ember doesn’t fucking kill anyone or literally bring down the house.

“🎶Never shall I grow tired of

Every bit of love given to meee

‘Cause fortune and fame have my name

In the stars above

And I’ll never stop until I have it allll!

NEVER~🎶”

Fuck this was legit tiring though.

“🎶The fame, has all gone to her head

It’s really quite a dread, All that she’s gonna lose, in the end

As she hits her descent

She might not even stop until she winds up deeeeeeaaad!🎶”

“🎶Fortune and fame have my name

Written in my very fate

Nobody can get in my way!

All lights on me, can’t you see

All that I’m becoming?

It’s all in my personalityyyyy!🎶”

---

Ember grins at the sensation of a ridiculously overwhelming amount of power perpetually building in her chest and throat disappearing. She gives the ginger fuckface a thumbs up, since she can’t fucking speak again, and grabs his arm; dragging him and his stupid device out of the dressing room and booking it towards the actual concert area.

“🎶Never shall I grow tired oooof

Every bit of love given to meee

‘Caaauuuuse fortune and fame have my name, In the stars above

And I’ll never stop until I have it alllll!🎶”

Ember smirks, nodding at Wes who shrugs and fires the thing from the rafters at Danny. Who staggers but doesn’t lose his tune, if anyone noticed they’re too busy enjoying themselves to notice… or they’re not sober enough to notice; the lights hiding his glaring ecto-field.

“🎶NEVER STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP

I'll never stop, stooooop

NEVER STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP

I'll never stop, stooooop🎶”

Danny side-eyes the punk ghost as she manages to get on stage, thank fuck. Nodding to himself and stepping forwards, “now let me give you all one more gift! Gifted by Athena Z!”. He gets a couple of laughs out of that one. A little piano tapping beat starts up again, like someone tapping their foot on the ground but higher pitched.

“🎶It's not fair when

You make it look so eeeasy

Like wor-king magic

I just can't seem to understand it🎶”

“🎶AAAlways top-class

Forever in the a-team

Still, aaalways smiling

An angel sent down from the heavens🎶”

“🎶Nooo need try-ing

To get what you des-ire

The chips have faaallen

But why are they all on your side?🎶”

“🎶Muuusic, sci-ence, math, art, fashion, designing

How can one person

Have all, this, ta-lent?🎶”

“🎶Wish I could be just like you🎶”

“🎶Gift-ed ta-lent

It all comes so easily

Gift-ed ta-lent

Wish I could be just like you

Gift-ed ta-lent

Excelling at everything

Gift-ed ta-lent

Wish I could be just like you🎶”

Ember grinning to herself and bolting out just as the next bit comes up, picking up the song, Danny grinning and stepping back. The crowd absolutely losses it and charges the railing, screaming/cheering as Ember sings.

“🎶Looove you, haaate you

It wouldn't make a difference

A god-gifted bleeessing

A perfect boxcar on your roll🎶”

“🎶Hooow does it feel?

Life wrapped around your fin-ger

No neeeed to worry

Never being a disappointment🎶”

“🎶Thooose around you

Think you're an inspiiiration

But waaas it hard work?

Or lady luck just playing favorites?🎶”

“🎶Maybe i'm jeeealous

You're perfect in every way

It's not fair but i'm

Never gonna give up🎶”

“🎶Gift-ed ta-lent

It all comes so easily

Gift-ed ta-lent

Wish I could be just like you

Gift-ed ta-lent

Excelling at everything

Gift-ed ta-lent

Wish I could be just like you🎶”

Danny stepping back up and the two singing together.

“🎶G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Cͨhͪaͣn̾cͨeͤ oͦn̾eͤ iͥn̾ aͣ biͥl̾l̾iͥoͦoͦoͦn̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Waͣs̾tͭeͤdͩ oͦn̾ aͣ s̾iͥmͫpl̾eͤ s̾oͦuͧuͧuͧl̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ🎶”

The two swapping parts line by line, while Wes lays down up in the rafters flipping them off tiredly. He fucking hates Danny.

“🎶Even if I work haaarder🎶”

“🎶Even if I study loooonger🎶”

“🎶You will always be there🎶”

“🎶A step aheeeaaad🎶”

“🎶Even if I bleed faaaster🎶”

“🎶Even if I sing truuuer🎶

“🎶You will always be there🎶”

“🎶Tooo dooo iiit beeetteeer🎶”

Then singing together again and dancing around each other; this song legit actually for them well. Danny bled better and she sang better, no matter what.

“🎶G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Iͥtͭ aͣl̾l̾ cͨoͦmͫeͤs̾ s̾oͦ eͤaͣs̾iͥl̾y̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Eͤxͯcͨeͤl̾l̾iͥn̾g̾ aͣtͭ eͤv̾eͤrͬy̾tͭhͪiͥiͥiͥn̾g̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ🎶”

“🎶G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Cͨhͪaͣn̾cͨeͤ oͦn̾eͤ iͥn̾ aͣ b𞀓iͥl̾l̾iͥoͦoͦoͦn̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Waͣs̾tͭeͤdͩ oͦn̾ aͣ s̾iͥmͫpl̾eͤ s̾oͦuͧuͧuͧl̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ🎶”

Danny jumps back quickly, properly letting Ember take the stage, her shouting, “wasn't that a nice little taste before the big show!”, the crowd cheering like crazy, “but you know you’ll always remember the star of the show! Yeah!”; and a heavy drum and guitar beat starts up.

“🎶Ooooooooohhhh!🎶”

“🎶It was, it was Septeeeembeeer

Wind blooows, and deeeaad leaves faaaaall🎶”

“🎶Tooooo you, I did suuuurrendeeeer

Two weeks, you didn't caaaall

Your liiife goes on withouuuut me

My life, a losiiing game

But you shouuuld, you should nooot douuubt meeee

You will remember my name!🎶”

“🎶Ohhhhh, EEEEmbeeeer, you will reeemembeeer!🎶”

At least now Danny’s got an excuse to use the guitar and basically be her back up; not a chance in hell they could be friends without him knowing how to play what was basically her goddamn theme song. And then after? Yeah Danny’d be getting a fucking drink, finding Wes and pelting him with bar limes. (Wes did not have the sense to flee and as such did, in fact, get pelted by bar limes; the manager chose to ignore the ‘assault’ as the boy called it and did not call the cops/kick Danny out).

---

Lancer sighs, seeing an email come in from Daniel. Shakespear knows what this’ll be about. He’s not too surprised it starts with ‘so I won’t be handing in my homework…’ Lancer probably had around fifty-nine emails from the boy starting with that exact same line word for word. The video link is new though… the video link to Daniel opening in concert for Ember McLain???

Lancerhas a lot of questions with absolutely no expectation for any of them to get answered. Definitely up there as one of the odder ‘excuses’ he’s gotten from the boy; at least there’s proof. Well… he’s certainly proud, Daniel was pretty good and he went with songs that weren’t lyrically vapid. What kind of English teacher with a love for theatrics and poetry would he be if he didn’t support this? A poor one. So Lancer‘s reply is a very supportive one, and a thank you for the heads up about his homework.

End.

Prompts: danny somehow swaps powers with someone else and they have to work together to get back to normal and Wes decides to investigate one of Danny's rogues and There was a good reason Ember was determined to be remembered and Danny has given Mr Lancer many, many odd excuses for undone homework over the years. Turns out some of 'em were true.

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