#danny phantom but not in the main tag

[chizelkreq]

Just had a very stupid idea that is not getting fleshed out by me anytime soon but something something Music Meister makes Danny perform Phantom of the Opera solely for the pun Danny Phantom of the Opera

[stealingyourbones]

Dan works in the Metropolis Police Department and is frequently on scene helping with crowd control during Superman battles.

It starts with saving Jimmy Olsen from a piece of falling rubble. Then helping Lois into the barricaded off Superman fight zone because Dan can tell she’ll get through them no matter what for her story, he might as well go with her and at least be sure she’s safe. Then he helps evacuate an out of control plane that Superman had safely slowed down and gently landed.

It felt like a blink of an eye but suddenly Dan was a part of the small circle of civilians that Superman interacts with daily.

[raynewolferune]

Dead on Main Head Cannon

My favorite head cannon for this ship is that when they're feeling petty and pissed off at each other they'll send the other a purple hyacinth. It hits both of their dead, melodramatic souls perfectly. Flower language for purple hyacinth is "my regrets follow you to the grave" and that just vibes the same as "my condolences for your stupidity" to me at least.

Jason in a meeting as Red Hood with his gang. Flower shop worker guy comes in and says with the monotone of a dead-souled retail worker: "Delivery for Mr. Hood?"

Jason raises his hand with a sardonic head tilt.

Flower shop guy drops a small pot of purple hyacinth in front of him on the table and then reads off a small white card. "For leaving me to meet your dad by myself. Love, Danny." He puts the card back in his pocket. "Enjoy your flowers." He says in a way that makes Jason certain the man has no idea what the word enjoy actually means before shuffling out of the warehouse.

Hood's men all sit there silently for several long moments before one of them finally dares to speak.

"You made them meet the parents by themselves?"

Jason let's out a long heavy sigh.

"Anyone got a couch I can use tonight?"

[nicktoonsunite]

got your back

[belfry-ghost]

finally finished jason so i can post the hades art i mentioned here lmaoo

i'm more of a silly doodle kind of guy so fully lined/rendered stuff.... aigh

[ceilingfan25]

Can you draw Danny Fenton as Chat Noir and Valerie Gray as LadyBug?

I love this kinda crossover!!!!! One of my favorite pass times is taking 2 shows I like and assigning characters roles from the other show, also drawing characters in other characters' outfits, so this was fun to ponder!!

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[aealzx]

Me working on something new instead of continuing any of the many projects I already have started X'D

I just wanted to draw the full version of the redesign I did for him over in the DPxDC fic here.

It's really fun to do redesigns of existing outfits XD

Colorless version of Phantom below the cut since it can be hard to see details on black/dark outfits

[yumeiwei]

DC X DP: One-Shot or Chapters?

So I had this idea, but I wasn’t sure if I should turn it into a long fic or a one-shot. Please help me decide in the comments!

The entire Batfam is on the Batplane with Constantine, who called them for help locating an area that spiked in Death Magic. He has been following these spikes for a while but he was always too slow so now, begrudgingly, he asked the Bat for help.

Batman agreed since Death Magic isn't something he wants just happening all over the world. His kids came along to help, arguing that this might be serious and they wanted to go with.

They reach the top of a mountain that had what seemed to be a ling dried up lake with a figure at the center, looking as if they were giving a prayer.

They set the plane to stealth mode and lowered themselves down. They cautiously walked to the lake edge, wanting to observe first before confronting the figure.

The figure looked androgynous and had a swimmer's build. They were dressed in what looked to be thin, flowy robes that were white with light green accents. They also had what looked to be a silk shall that seemed to be floating.

Suddenly, the figure got up and started dancing, as if in a waltz with someone they couldn't see. Slowly, dim balls of light appeared. Most were either green or blue, but every color imaginable was there.

There was a shift and the balls of light transformed into people-like forms. Ghosts if you will. Hundreds of them. Some taking the hand of the figure and dancing with them, only to let go and give the figure to a new partner.

If they never danced, or if they gave the figure to a new partner, they started floating upwards. That's when the Batfam and Constantine saw that the cloudy sky now had a single perfect circle that allowed the spirits to fly into a soft green glowing light.

Lazarus green. But softer.

As they watched, Batman felt a hand on his shoulders. He tried to grab the hand only to freeze. It was his father.

"We're proud of you, son." The ghost said with a smile as the ghost reached out and suddenly Martha was visible.

Martha smiled, gave a soft kiss onto Bruce's cheeks and danced with her husband into the sky.

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I'll insert more scenes in the actual fic. Dick's parents, the guy Jason didn't kill but Bruce thought he killed, Tim gets those two assassins that died (can't remember names rn, I'm writing this instead of sleeping), Cass gets the person she killed, Damian gets some of the people he killed.

Jason will probably go up to Danny out of instinct or smt. Danny will ask if he wants to stay or move on and fix his core when Jason says he wants to stay.

So, thoughts?

(Will probably make this Dead on Main, but Brain Dead/Dead Tired has a special place in my heart so idk)

[quadrantadvisor]

DP x DC, revenant!Jason Todd

Shortly after meeting, Danny and Jason have a late night conversation about what it means to come back. 1281 words

On AO3

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Danny woke groggily, in a dark place that he didn't recognize, and took a moment to get his bearings.

He felt the warning ache in his neck that came from being propped up against an arm rest. There were two sources of dim light in the room—the glow of city street lights, muffled behind a curtain, and the green eyes of the man whose lap Danny's feet were propped on.

Right. Danny hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the revenant’s—on Jason’s—couch, but they’d been talking for so long, he must’ve dozed off.

Jason had had so many questions, about ectoplasm, about the zone, about Danny’s own experiences. Danny had done his best to clear up everything he could. A revenant may not be quite the same as he was, but still, it made Danny happy to be able to pass on his hard won knowledge and maybe save someone else a bit of the hurt and confusion that he’d gone through. It was what he’d always wished someone would do for him.

Jason was slumped into the couch, but he didn’t look relaxed. Danny examined his still profile, cast in strange shadows by its own green glow, and wondered how long it had been since he’d moved.

Danny shifted slightly, purposefully producing the fabric sounds of a body against upholstery, to make sure Jason knew he was awake. No reaction. Danny gave him one more moment, then asked, “You okay?”

Jason didn’t look at him when he answered, “You told me I’m basically possessing my own corpse, and I’m supposed to not be upset about that?”

Really, Danny should’ve predicted something like that. How long had he spent, trying to pretend that death hadn’t really touched him? It wasn’t an easy thing to accept.

“What’s the difference between a body and a corpse?” Danny asked.

Jason’s eyes snapped to Danny, their glow intensifying. “I am not dealing with riddle bullshit right now, I swear to-”

“No, I’m being serious,” Danny interrupted, pulling his feet from Jason’s lap and sitting himself up. “There’s one difference between a corpse and a living body, and that’s that someone is living in it. Jason—” he reached out, gripping one of Jason’s hands in his “—you’re alive. That’s what matters. The rest is details.”

Jason’s shoulders bent inwards, his other hand raising to rub at his chest. “You don’t get it,” he said, quiet. “People don’t just come back from what they did to me. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“However you died, it’s not-”

Jason huffed an ugly sound, a short and bitter laugh that Danny hurt to hear. “Is it crazy that that isn’t even what I was talking about? I meant after.” The motion on his chest was repetitive, like he was tracing something underneath his shirt, and Danny got the sinking feeling that he knew just what sort of scar it might be. “I was gone, okay? I was gone, and this body was still here. And they took it, and they cut it open and rummaged around inside to figure out what happened. Which is—” he cut off, sniffed, and Danny gripped his hand tighter “—which is stupid, right? It’s not like it wasn’t obvious.” His fingers twitched, and he continued, haltingly, “I mean, I’ve read the report. Pulled it off his stupid files. The smoke inhalation did me in. After everything that happened, it was the smoke.”

Jasons’ hand pulled out of Danny’s, and they both rose to cover his face, cutting off the glow while he curled in on himself even tighter. His voice was slightly muffled when he said, “And then they had to ship me home, right? So they bled me dry and pumped me full of formaldehyde, and they prettied me up so they could pretend I wasn’t just some empty thing, and Bruce held the tiniest most depressing little funeral known to man and put my ass in the ground, and I had to wake up down there.” His words and his breaths were coming too quick, and Danny didn’t know how to help. He didn’t want Jason to stop, not when it seemed like he needed to say all of this, but he could see just how badly the revenant was hurting.

“But you did wake up,” he whispered.

“Woke up in my own mutilated corpse!” Jason snarled. “Everything I’ve forgotten, and that memory is still crystal fucking clear! It stank in there, like death and vinegar and mud, and it was so small, and I couldn’t even try to scream for help because they sewed my fucking mouth shut—!” He broke off into a sob, and Danny couldn’t stand it anymore, had to lean into Jason’s side and wrap an arm around him as he shook with all the emotion he couldn’t reign in.

“Okay,” Danny said. Not you’re okay, just okay. “Okay, so that’s the most horrible thing I’ve ever heard, and I regularly hang out with a guy who wants to skin me.”

Jason sniffed. “What?”

“Nevermind. It’s just-”

“No, I think we should go back to the skinning thing-”

“I just don’t want you to let it define you,” Danny interrupted. “I did that. I got into my head about it, the whole ‘being dead’ thing, feeling like I was…” Danny gave himself a second, swallowed, “like some sort of freak. A thing that didn’t belong anywhere. But I’m still alive, and you’re alive, and even if we weren’t, it wouldn’t matter, because we’re still here, and as long as you’re here you can find something that’s worth staying for.” Danny rubbed what he hoped was a soothing pattern into Jason’s admittedly impressive bicep.

Jason let out a sigh. “I must really be pathetic if you’ve gotta pep talk me like that, huh?” he said, and Danny pretended not to see him wiping at his eyes. “Sorry,” he added, “about all this. I’ve got some shit I haven’t dealt with, and this ‘revenant’ stuff brought it up pretty bad.”

“I get it,” Danny said, and hoped Jason could tell how much he meant it.

Jason sighed again, heavy, like he was trying to release something else with his breath, and said, “It still doesn’t make any sense. Logically, I can’t be alive. Where did my blood come from?”

Danny shrugged. “Do you have blood?”

“I definitely have blood. I’ve seen a lot of it.”

That gave Danny pause. “Just like, around?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Jason said, deadpan. “I’ve got a surplus, so I like to leave some here and there, make sure everyone gets a chance to appreciate it.”

“I have no idea how much you’re joking and it frightens me,” Danny told him.

“Weak,” Jason replied.

“Anyways, you gotta not think about it too much. The interdimensional goop is already logic-defying, and you’re mixing magic with it with your special soul willpower or something. Your brain will explode if you try to make it make sense.”

Jason huffed a little laugh, bouncing Danny on his shoulder, and this time it made him feel lighter. “Can I just say that I hate that I’m full of interdimensional goop?”

“Valid,” Danny said.

Even without looking at Jason, Danny could tell that he just rolled his eyes by the way the soft green light moved.

Danny had his ear pressed to Jason’s shoulder, feeling his warmth, and if he focused, he could just make out the revenant’s pulse. Personally, Danny thought it was pretty cool to be full of magic and goop and blood. Much cooler than Danny, who was way more science goop than magic goop. They’d have to compare notes on that sometime.

Maybe Jason would come around to it.

[silicon-puppy-pudding]

De-aged Dead on Main

I swear I saw a post earlier today that someone was making a fic about Danny and/or Jason getting de-aged to their death age and I can't stop thinking about how cute that would be

Like imagine, Danny and Jason are already either best buds or dating and some ghosty nonsense or magic turns them back to 14 and 15 respectively. They both just look at each other like 'shit, what now?' And have to figure out how to turn back

Non of Jason's "built like a fridge" clothes and gear fit him so Danny, being a lil smaller, lends him some of his stuff (which is still big bet closer). And then they go off as little mini Hood and Phantom trying to solve their problems.

I need this in my life. I will be reading that fic once it's out and if I find it.

[stealingyourbones]

There’s a new drug in Gotham making the rounds, one synthesized by Two-Face’s people; if you take it you will have a 50/50 chance that you’ll experience the greatest high of your life or that you’ll die.

Batman is desperately trying to find the main lab and cut off the production from the source and hasn’t been able to find a lead in weeks.

That’s when Gordon gives him a file that was given to him by a “white haired ghost kid”. It’s a detailed report written similarly to a scientific journal with detailed sources that are mainly first hand accounts from deceased victims of the Two-Face drug.

At the very end of the paper there’s an address to a Gotham University dorm room with a sticky note next to it that says “if you need help with death or the undead. Yours truly; Danny Fenton.”

[legowerewolf]

Was struck by a mental image this morning: Frostbite pinning down a rampaging Dr. Freeze with one massive hand and saying "Silly little man, ice is my element. Now. Let us see if I can't do something for your wife."

[lunapegasus]

he's a phantom?

[lurukifennecfox]

Ember had an idea!

Babypop had it rough lately and things have calmed down but he still seems stressed so she's gonna help 'im out!

the thing is, he needs a way to express himself an' get outa 'ere because Amity has way too much shit goin' on and she knows for a fact babypop is gonna try and help and won't get any rest so she's plotting.

Amber will get him on tour! she's already got herself established as a "meta" so no one's gonna bat an eye at her and she knows Phantom has nice voice when he tries!

[aerofbreath]

Chapter 1 - An Intervention

Danny sighed as he walked down the long and almost endless halls of his castle, an aura forming around him in a way that’s almost depressing. Whenever he would pass a ghostly castle worker, they would only nod their heads at him in sympathy. It’s been 2 years since the dreadful Incident. Right down to the very day. The Death Day of everyone in Amity Park… The Death Day of Jack, Maddie, and Jazz Fenton. Although it’s been two years, he still remembers it like it was yesterday. On this specific day, every time he would close his eyes, he would only see the look of saddened determination on his parents’ faces as they pushed him through the Portal. He can only see the look of sister’s face, fearing for him and for everyone else in the room. He can only see the Portal exploding itself shut. The crater that now built the entirety of Amity Park.

It always gets harder as the years go by, even it has been a couple years so far. Danny will never think it can get better so the only way to move on is to work hard to make things better. Primarily for those he is able to help. In this case, it’s his subjects of the Infinite Realms.

Over the course of two years, Danny has worked hard to make the Realms a better place. He decided to throw himself into finishing his studies. He caught up to where he would have been before the Incident and even finished his schooling. He hired specific ghosts whose obsessions is to teach. What better way to fulfill those obsessions than to teach The King of the Infinite Realms? He passed with flying colors over the course of a few months and spent the rest of his time until now studying courses that he would have chosen for college. He learned all that he could about space and the sciences. He’s even learned about businesses and how to create one, not that he would even need it. He figured that because his parents tried so hard to get him into the family business, it would be an homage to them. He supposes that it can help him manage the Realms better. The Observants can be a bit… much, but he’s managed to whip them into shape.

Kind of.

Whatever.

Danny finally stopped in front of his room. A living quarters within the castle grounds. For the second year in a row, he plans on spending this dreadful day in his room mourning the loss of everyone he loved. Before he could even grab the handle to go inside, he could hear voices from behind the door.

“I don't know Kitty, as much as it's a great idea, I don't think he'll agree to this. Like, at all,” Ember's voice sounded concerned.

Kitty responded, her voice booming from beyond the door, “He will! He will! This is the perfect opportunity for him to start getting better!”

“I'm already fine as I am,” Danny sighed as he finally entered his room. “Now, before I ask what the hell you guys were talking about, I am going to ask what the hell you're all doing in my room?”

Danny looked all around his room. Besides Kitty and Ember who were sitting by a table usually for personal meetings, it seems that Skulker is a part of whatever stupid party this is. Skulker’s looking all around the frames that decorated the room, suspiciously looking like he's about to do something. Danny just wants to know what that something is.

Ember scoffed, putting on an innocent look, “What do you mean? This door was perfectly unlocked! For all we know, this could have just been anyone's room!”

The King looked at Ember incredulously before pinching the bridge of his nose. “You've all been in here before. Don't try to think you haven't been here before. Try again. I really don't want to be doing this today, guys.”

“We just wanted to check up on you, little King,” Kitty said after a moment. “Today was the perfect day to do that. You're clearly upset and we're just really good friends that want to make sure you're, like, not gonna lose your mind… or something.”

Danny sighed, relaxing his shoulders, “Or something.”

“Or something! We weren't even talking about anything,” Ember spoke loudly, interrupting whatever Kitty was going to say next, “In fact, we were just leaving. Right, Kitty?” The musician stood up abruptly, almost knocking out the chair she was sitting on.

“The fuck, Ember? We're not just leaving. I don't know why you’re so pressed about this. I'm actually trying to help here. Skulker, do something about your GF!”

Danny made no effort to move around from the front of the doorway, confusion only growing from Ember's unnatural acts and Kitty being her usual self. He turned to look at Skulker, still looking at all the frames in front of him. The frames he’s specifically looking at are of his family. There were only a few photos that he was able to salvage from the Incident, mainly because they were already in the bag that he brought with him to the Infinite Realms. Those frames are the only things he has left before the memory of their faces erases from his memory.

“They both fear you are lonely, ghost child,” Skulker eventually says after an uncomfortable silence, “Kitty has put out the idea that you go back to the Human Realm so that you may be… happy.”

Danny looked at Skulker who only looked back as if he was not the one for negotiation. “We understand that today is, for lack of better terms, not a good day, but Kitty suggests that you can't just sit here and wallow.”

“I-” Ember started, looking guilty, “We just wanted to make sure you're happy, Danny. I think you need more time to rest-”

“Look, kid,” Kitty interrupted, stepping closer to a silent Danny, “Us ghosties are so glad that you've been helping out here in the Realms. Honestly, since Pariah Dark, things have never been better! But you're pulling yourself too thin, Danny. We're worried about you! Pandora is worried about you. CW won't say shit about anything but that's just how he is. Fuck, even Walker is worried about you! Mainly because he wants you to get off his back about the way he likes to control his lair. The ‘Phantom Zone’ he wants to claim it as. Honestly, what's up with that name? Trying to steal your thunder or something? He could've thought of a much better name, like the Buffer Zone or the Still Zone. Oh! Or maybe just Jail? Yeah, maybe Ghost Jail or something.”

“Kitty, you're rambling,” Skulker suddenly spoke, already appearing closer to Ember.

“You're also not saying anything, Rockstar,” Ember then said, rubbing her arm nervously, “Why aren't you saying anything? Like, I need you to give us an opinion or something. Maybe say that ‘Hey, this is a great idea! Thanks Kitty and Ember, I will award you will a bajillion ghost dollars or something.’”

Danny merely stood at the front of his door, really trying to put together everything that they've had to say. While yes, he has been working his ass off just trying to make things better for everyone, he hasn't been putting time for himself at all. He's been fulfilling his obsessions in a way, but he can't do everything he wants inside the Realms. But, people need him. Humans are after him and all of his citizens. He can't just leave.

“I can't just leave,” he finally forms the words. Kitty and Ember's shoulders slump in disappointment. “People need me here. They need a King to rule them. Plus, it’s dangerous for me. I can't leave the Realms anymore. The GIW are still out there and for all we know, they're just waiting for me to show up. I'll be hunted and not in a fun way,” Danny only glances at Skulker before looking back at the two women, “Plus, there's no reason for me to go back. Everyone that ever mattered to me has disappeared or died. I don't see myself going back to the Human Realm unless I am being requested there.”

The three other ghosts looked over at Danny, really trying to process the words he’s said. “So,” Ember started, thinking hard on what to say next “What? You're just gonna say no?”

“Yes, I am just gonna say no. There's no one there waiting for me. There are no tasks that are so big that require me personally to go out.”

“What if there is something that needs you to go out? This could be the perfect opportunity for you to just be, well, you,” Kitty said, crossing her arms, “‘Cause I'm not gonna lie, kid, you're kinda insufferable. I can't do shit!”

“Because it's dangerous, Kitty!” Danny raised his voice, finally making an effort to move in his room. His steps seem to drag on the ground, despondent about the topic. “I am doing my best to keep everyone safe. I made an order that no more of my subjects go out to the Human Realm for their own safety. That includes you, Kitty.”

“That's no fun!” KItty crossed her arms, a foot stomping on the ground like a stubborn rabbit. “I haven't been able to enjoy myself and Johnny and I haven't been able to go on our crazy dates!”

“Look,” Danny sighed, now standing in front of the photo frames that Skulker once was, “I don't want to hear this right now. You can file a complaint to Fright Knight. I'm sure he'll gladly help you, but my word is final. No one is to leave the Infinite Realms for their own safety. You know what humans can do.”

Kitty looked at Danny, glaring daggers into the side of his head, “Don't forget you're also human, kid. Even if it's only half. We can all tell that you're not happy.”

“Yeah, Danny,” Ember finally spoke. She and Skulker are standing side by side, not really liking where the conversation is going, “Even Spectra is thriving right now and I can't tell if it's you she's unconsciously feeding off of.”

“Yeah, well, she can go fuck off somewhere. I'm only 19. She's got about a year left before she goes back to her usual self.”

“Ghost child… Danny,” Skulker said. He's not really the one to really address Danny by his name. Hell, he doesn't even call him by his formal title as king. Not that he minds, but still. Danny turns his head to face Skulker who is just standing there awkwardly, “At least visit the human realm. When was the last time you fed into your obsessions?”

Danny didn't answer the question. As much as the guy is kind of insufferable to deal with, Skulker makes a pretty good point. While, in a way, he's been feeding his Protection Obsession, he hasn't really been doing anything about his secondary obsession which is Space. He hasn't been able to look out in the stars even if he knows that there's no way that the GIW will find him in freaking space. He's just afraid that if he goes back out, everything will happen all over again. The pain and the loss. He can't do that again.

“Just leave, guys,” Danny said after a long silence. “I'll think about what you've all said, but don't get your hopes up.”

Ember and Skulker left without an issue, saying their solemn goodbyes. Kitty was the last to leave, but she ended up having the last word, “You're killing yourself, Danny. Quite literally too given that it's been years since you last used your human form. You think your family would like to see you being something you don't like being? Really think about what we've said. Despite everything, it's still you.” Kitty didn't close the door behind her.

Danny now sat in the empty room, the silence ringing in his ears. He knows that his friends make a very valid point but in all honesty, he's scared. He's scared of going outside of his comfort zone. The last time he did something so outrageous, his entire family got killed. The worst part, he didn't avenge them. He’s afraid that if he goes out to the Human Realm, the first thing he'll do is enact revenge. Then, he'll give all the humans a reason to agree with the GIW and all their misinformation.

He looked over to the frames that adorn the room. Really, it barely fits a corner of the wall. They mainly stay on one side of his room right by his bed. That way, he can easily look at them from when he lays in bed. It's not a lot of photos. He can count all of them with just one hand.

“It's been two years,” Danny began to speak, his voice echoing in the empty, “When are you guys finally going to show yourselves? I can't find your ghosts anywhere. That either means you're alive somewhere or you decided to die without any regrets.”

Nothing replies.

“You died not regretting leaving me alone. Just when we finally started being happy together.”

Nobody responds.

“I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing as King. If you guys don't like it, you'll just have to tell me to my face.”

There's no one else there.