#infini-tree

[escarlatafox]

ssh i know im late to oc questions but: 28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? (for patrick and/or vincent :} )

HIII (from here)

So I now realise there are two different potential ways to read this question and I probably read it wrong initially? It can either mean "would they prefer to be told a lie over an unpleasant truth?" or "would they prefer to tell a lie over an unpleasant truth?". I think the former is the intended meaning, had initially interpreted it as the latter :P

RE: "would they prefer to be told a lie over an unpleasant truth?", both of them think they would always want to know the truth instead of being lied to, but in reality there are times for both where a lie would be preferable. The difference for each of them is in where they would have preferred a lie.

When it comes to more mundane/social lies, Vincent would prefer honesty. For more serious things, up to a certain point, he can handle painful and unpleasant truths well enough and would prefer to be in-the-know. It's a question of how much they can still fit in his way of looking at things. But deep down he doesn't want his way of making sense of life/reality/etc to be challenged, so he will shy away from anything too confronting/antagonistic to his established ideas of How Things Are and would very much prefer a lie if it's what's needed to maintain the image of reality that he's satisfied and content with. But he doesn't consciously acknowledge that.

He does start unwittingly warping his own view of things if that's what's needed too. He will gloss over things and fail to think about some things too closely if on some level he senses the threat that further investigation might pose. In those cases, he is preferring to continue feeding himself a probable lie instead of uncovering a potentially unpleasant truth.

As for telling a lie vs an unpleasant truth, he's a very honest person but in a mundane/social context he can do either and it depends on the person he's speaking to and what's deemed best for the situation. In general communication and in a polite context there are "convenient" lies/expected lies and what have you - people who are expecting/preferring to receive a lie, which he will oblige, and so on. But he wouldn't want to lie to anyone about a matter that was grave/serious.

Now for Patrick, who in theory thinks lying is bad and that nobody should do it. But in mundane/social contexts a lot of the time he wouldn't actually want to know an unpleasant truth. He doesn't endorse lying but in reality it's best to just give him the lie sometimes lolll (ideally in such contexts he'd rather just not be told anything if it's the choice between receiving an unpleasant truth and a lie. Take A Third Option with telling him nothing, except that's not always possible)

For more serious things, it depends on what the unpleasant truth is, but the notion of "he (in theory) doesn't want to be lied to, but sometimes it is best in practice" still applies. But unlike Vincent, he is not 'afraid' of a potential inconvenient or unpleasant truth surfacing, because if push came to shove he won't let the truth get in his way if it was to try and threaten his worldview. He will warp and/or reject a presented "truth" until it's no longer an obstacle. He can face an "unpleasant truth" head-on and dismiss it as a lie/choose denial in a way that Vincent cannot.

RE: telling a lie vs an unpleasant truth: He will often try to default to saying nothing either way. So depending on the situation you can probably figure out what the unpleasant truth is without him having to say it outright. He will avoid lying where possible so unpleasant truths will be said if it's not otherwise avoidable, even if it wasn't the best thing in the situation...

[biolizardboils]

the very Cap-like smile Krupp does when thinking about Edith......

[graynide]

I love how everyone agrees that George Beard and Harold Huntchins must always be together. Its the ever-growing constant in this fandom. And even if somehow, in some au or fanfic being made, separates them in a plot relevant way, i just know they'll always find their way back together.

[sketch-twentytwo]

Redux Robotix AU

AU in which George Beard is bumped up to the third grade when he transfers to Jerome Horwitz Elementary School at the funny age of FIVE, leaving Harold Hutchins to make friends with an unlikely ally.

@infini-tree already did an AU based on this concept (their Lab Comix Inc. AU), which you should totally check out! But I wanted to try my own take!

My version is less of a roleswap, and more so a self indulgent exploration of the space—I’m mostly following the canon of the books, but this AU might ebb and flow into the movie, who knows?

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Without George to save him from bullies in book 9, I think Harold remains a timid and quiet boy. He’d continue to be mild mannered and polite, just trying to stay out of the limelight as best he can in order to avoid trouble.

Harold and Melvin meet when Melvin successfully showcases his latest robot to the class. There's no funny business to intrude on his presentation, meaning when the robot inevitably malfunctions it is 100% his fault. Harold would essentially draw fanart of the robot destroying a city which sparks their interaction.

Melvin is outraged that Harold would think of his intentions as evil or destructive and Harold, without a confrontational bone in his body, would quietly apologize and dejectedly crumple up the drawing. Melvin, recognizing some of his own loneliness in Harold, apologizes for his own outburst and suggests Harold draw his robot saving the city instead. Then he’d give advice and pointers for robotic designs and the two would grow closer from there.

Melvin is still egotistical, but having a friend who doesn’t constantly make fun of him or his inventions helps him mature emotionally. Harold remains the quieter one of the two, but he’d become less shy and more silent by choice. He helps Melvin mellow out from being the disliked tattletale, allowing him be cool and relaxed. I imagine he provides Melvin a friendly outlet and introduces him into a world of creativity.

I believe George inspired a lot of the crude jokes that took place in the Treehouse Comix, so with them not being friends, Harold would have had a much milder sense of humor. At the very least, he wouldn’t admit to enjoying the potty jokes as much, but he might still have an involuntary chuckle now and again.

Because Melvin doesn’t have a sense of humor, I think his and Harold's M.O. would by less “entertain the school” based and more “revolutionize the school”. Melvin wants to make things easier for kids so his inventions would reflect that (imagine a Homework Doer 3000 or a Personal Water Fountain that walks with you, or inflatable dummies that let you sneak out of class—that sort of thing).

Melvin still craves adoration/recognition and Harold is fine to let him have all the attention. Publicly, they’d be seen as Melvin as the brains and Harold as his assistant (if anyone bothered to remember that Harold was there at all!), but behind closed doors they would be genuine best friends.

I don’t see Melvin replacing George as a writer, I think this unlikely friendship would result in a different tag team setup. Melvin supplies his ideas for robots, doodads, and inventions while Harold continues to supply the drawings/designs. Harold also probably tries to hype up Melvin's ideas, making them more grandiose and spectacular, though he'd deny any of the credit.

With his help, Melvin is seen less as a nerdy suck up and more a mad scientist whose always jotting down invention ideas into his notebook (it's not like he has to study in class lol). Harold is no longer part of a pranking duo, and is now a silent observer who is always doodling in class instead of paying attention (ADHD strikes again!)

Together they make blueprints and robots under the name Redux Robotix LLC!

Melvin and Harold aren't exactly rule followers, but Melvin is "rules lawyer" enough to semantics his way out of being in trouble, much to Krupp's annoyance and irritation. Generally, Harold doesn't like to make waves while Melvin will fight the system to prove that he was "in the right", even if only by a technicality.

Any trouble the Robotix Duo get into is purely unintentional and probably the result of a robot exploding and causing property damage. In this way they’re still infamous, but their relationship with the teachers is less contrarian.

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Which brings me to George.

In Book 9, five year old George was supposed to be bumped up to the Third Grade instead of remaining in Kindergarten, a move his parents rejected so that he could socialize with kids his age.

This is the decision that separates Redux Robotix from Canon. Here, George is three grades ahead of his peers.

As such, George does not meet Harold or Melvin until much, much later, although he has probably heard of Redux Robotix from word of mouth and seen some of the lingering aftermath scattered around the school.

In the books it is implied that George’s defiance and pranks were done out of boredom. I don’t think that would go away, even if he was placed in the “correct” grade.

George continues to struggle in class as a result of his ADHD and being surrounded by peers just as intelligent as him but lacking his sense of humor would definitely drag him down. He’d still be the class clown here, but his pranks would be a lone wolf vs. the world scenario. Think Rafe Khatchadorian from the first Middle School book, except since George is operating alone, he’d try to stay anonymous about his “work”.

George's pranking alias is 80-HD. 80-HD is like the Banksy of Jerome Horwitz Elementary, except his skill set is pranks, not graffiti (though graffiti isn't entirely off the table)!

I'm borrowing the name 80-HD from the Dog Man books as they were canonically created by the OG!George and Harold, meaning it would be something he'd still come up with here! :D

Krupp is onto George, and knows that he’s the culprit for the uptick in silliness and pranks at the school, but throughout George’s four to five years at Jerome Horwitz, he’s never been able to scrounge up any tangible proof that George is 80-HD!

That isn't to say that George is able to evade punishment for his other antics, however. George continues to write his imaginative stories, but without an artist to draw them, I think they remain in prose. 

Since George is no artist and has no Harold to help him make comics, I think he would've created his own newspaper to pass around the school! It's called the Treehouse Tribune, and it is his passion project/creative outlet that he uses to make editorials, spoof articles, parodies, and the like. He sells these babies for 25¢ a pop on the school playground and has gotten detention a bunch of times for it.

George is very lonely, though, since everyone in his grade is three years older than him and thinks he's too immature. People his age are three grades below him and tend to find him either intimating or they're too nervous to approach him (grade politics man, you hate to see it!)

I imagine that George, Melvin, and Harold wouldn’t be adversaries as much as brief acquaintances as the three end up in the principal's office a lot in passing. Melvin and Harold manage to squeeze out of getting detention, leaving George alone to deal with Krupp’s anger.

Because George is alone and very young in a grade with older peers, I think Krupp would've grown a soft spot for him. My Krupp is more inspired by the movie than the books, so instead of being cartoonishly evil and mean, he's just mean and grumpy but well meaning when it comes to bringing out the best in his students. He wants George to grow up, mature, and excel in his classes because he knows George is smart enough to do it. So he's hard on George but does let him get away with a few things here and there (favoritism? what's that?)

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The three boys are neutral towards each other prior to the start of Redux's canon (which roughly follows the movie's plot until it doesn't).

Eventually, the trio meets and a reluctant friendship blossoms between the three of them. Both George and Melvin would be easy friends with Harold, since he's the mellowest of the group, but George and Melvin together? Ho boy!

The end game dynamic is that the three kids become friends, with George and Melvin still butting heads from time to time, but ultimately learning to care for one another, with Harold often playing mediator.

(I do have an idea for how/when the titular Captain comes into play, but it might not be in the way that everyone hoped! I kinda find Captain Underpants one of the less interesting characters out of the whole story, the movie included. Movie!Krupp is wayyyy more interesting to me as a person, so if you're disappointed in the lack of CU in this CU AU, then I apologize in advanced!)

That's all for now! Stay tuned for more by following the Redux Robotix AU Blog or tag! Thanks for reading! :D

[gentlefangz]

ediff so cute n gorejuice.. also the alien design is obviously based off of infini-tree's i absolutely ADORE it

[fandonnavyce]

Dannymay 2024 Day 15: Field Trip

Little Einsteins

We’re going on a trip in our favourite Rocket Ship. Soaring through the Realms, Team Phantom!

Team Phantom were zooming through the Ghost Zone, mapping it out. Danny was at the controls, Sam was on lookout, and Tucker tracking their location using his PDA and infini-map.

Currently they were travelling through an aerial ecto-biome, flitting between misty purple clouds and skimming through low-density green ectoplasm. Then Danny all of a sudden put on the brakes.

“Hey can you guys hear something?” Danny asked as he looked around.

“Oh yeah,” Sam agreed, “ain’t that Beethoven’s Ode to Joy? But where is it coming from?” They were the only sentient things as far as the eyes could see. A little satellite dish sprung from Tucker’s PDA, beeping and turning as it tried to track down the source.

“It’s coming from that direction,” Tucker pointed down below them.

“OK let’s go check it out!” Danny swerved the Spectre Speeder and pulled it into a steep dive.

The world around them rushed from an aerial expanse and transformed into a rolling field of giant emerald stalks. The Spectre Speeder trundled on through the reeds before coming to a sudden halt.

There, at what looked like a bus stop and sitting on a toadstool, was a beast-sized ecto-caterpillar excitedly singing Beethoven.

“Huh would you look at that?”

Danny, Sam, and Tucker watched with bemused surprise as a knee-high iguana-bus then rushed past them and came to a halt at the bus stop. The iguana-bus lowered its back.

They realised that the riding passengers (caterpillars all) were also singing Beethoven. The caterpillar at the the bus stop clambered down from its toadstool and entered on the iguana-bus, joining in with the chorus. The caterpillar made its way towards a free seat on the iguana-bus’ back. With a loud honk, and a vroom, vroom, the iguana-bus went on its way.

Unfortunately as it severed round the nearby bend, the caterpillar who hadn’t yet properly sat in a seat, toppled and fell off the back of the iguana-bus.

“Oh no!” Danny rushed to save the ecto-caterpillar from a bad fall. Cradling the fist-sized caterpillar in his hands, Danny asked whether the caterpillar was OK. The caterpillar sung a note of gratitude and reassurance before warbling to be put down. Danny obliged and the trio watched the caterpillar inch its way down the road, determinedly chasing after the long-gone bus.

“Do you want a ride?” Sam offered. The ecto-caterpillar looked up in surprise at the offer before trilling with a questioning tone. “Yeah, it’s not a problem, of course we’ll take you,” Sam smiled, “where is it that you need to go? (melodious hums and whistles) The Musical Tree of Many Colours?”

“Oh I know where that is, we’ve already mapped that place out” Tucker announced, “It’s not far from here.”

“Great!” Sam clapped, “We’re going to take you to the Musical Tree of Many Colours. Welcome aboard.” 

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“OK so right up ahead is the Musical Highway, and we’re going to want to take it,” Tucker directed. “It’ll save us from having to navigate the Moving Mountains.”

“Ok got it,” Danny steered the Speeder onto the floating strip of music bars hovering among the ecto-clouds. A road sign saying Allegro stared them down.

“What does Allegro mean?” Danny asked.

“Fa-AAAAST!” Sam screamed as the Speeder accelerated to top speed. The Speeder flew down the highway like it was a rollercoaster. Once off the highway, the group slowed down. The ecto-caterpillar mourned a low pathetic note.

“You’re hungry?” Sam asked.

“You know what me too,” Tucker said, “Hey Danny if you take a hard-left there’s a drive-thru where we can catch some grub.”

“Sure OK,” and Danny took them to get some food.

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The trio looked down in disbelief as the ecto-caterpillar scoffed down a truly humongous pile of leaves, from a bowl that was bigger than it, happily humming in satisfaction.

“I’m impressed,” Danny remarked, “that was like twice your body size in leaves and you ate it all.”

“Man, you really were hungry,” Tucker added, speaking around his own food.

Sam slurped down her smoothie, rolling her eyes.

“Hang on guys,” Sam warned as she looked into the distance, “I think a really bad storm is coming.”

Danny, Tucker, and the ecto-caterpillar all looked up. Approaching at an alarming rate, thunderous, menacing clouds were rolling towards them.

Danny had the Speeder pick up speed. “Do you think we can out-run it?”

The world around them flashed. Green lightning blitzed them, and hurtling rain smashed against their Speeder. Wildly rocking back and forth, Danny struggled to keep them on their path. Then one bolt of lightning struck true and the Speeder crashed down into an stormy ocean of watery ectoplasm below.

Getting his bearings, Danny was surprised to see that there were instruments floating in the ocean with them.

“Where are we?” Danny groaned. Tucker, fixing his glasses on his face, checked the infi-map.

“Apparently we’re in the Orchestra Ocean,” he declared.

The shouting trumpets, the bellows of percussion, the cries of strings clamoured outside.

“You don’t say,” Sam commented dryly, as she looked over the ecto-caterpillar reassuring herself that the ghost was fine.

“Awesome, now do you know how we can get out of this Orchestra Ocean?”

“Huh?”

“Danny has been struggling with flying us out of the ocean.” Sam pointed out to the grunting Danny, pushing on all thrusters to drag the Speeder out of the tumultuous ocean.

“Oh erm, maybe go with the flow?” Tucker sheepishly offered. Danny chuckled at the pun before deciding to do just that. Swaying the Speeder side-to-side rhythmically in time music, the Speeder danced out of the ocean’s grasp.

Back in the air, the gang made a final push to the Musical Tree of Many Colours. Leaving the storm behind, the gang finally arrived at a grove in a rich verdant forest.

A mighty tree jubilantly singing Beethoven’s Ode to Joy stood proud of tall with their harmonious leaves of many colours. Setting down next to the tree, the gang disembarked from the Speeder. They were the first ones to arrive, as the spotted in the distance that the iguana-bus was only now making its way to the Musical Tree of Many Colours.

The ecto-caterpillar profusely thanked the trio for their help. Then it crawled its way up the tree, hung upside down on a branch, and before any one of the trio could ask what it was doing, the ecto-caterpillar did a metamorphosis speedrun before their very eyes.

Cracking out of the purple chrysalis, was a beautiful butterfly.

“Congratulations,” Team Phantom cheered.

[lovelypink2005]

“I can't do this without you...”

I am going insane with the Lab Comix Inc. AU by @infini-tree after finding it out last month, and I wanted to make some sort of a "continuation" to that one comic where Melvin didn't get the effect of Poopypants's beam. I just can't stop thinking about how Melvin would probably struggle to help Harold snap out of it since he himself still couldn't get many jokes, and who could think of something you couldn't understand when you're in a distress/panic?

[n4talia-chaparro]

As a member of the Tree House server you are disrespectful and a bad influence in the community. I agree with both infini tree and the anons. You have hurt so many people and we don't want you to be in our community. Your au is also harming people and ruining the community. Leave the community and art. Your drawings are disgusting and you are a sicko for supporting age regressors. It's a kink. Stop drawing Melvin as a regressor.

Jeez thx for complimenting my art. I was hoping for an honest and real one. Never knew the entire fandom hated me so much :/

[tornrose24]

I'm not doing a bunch of Melvin AU related stuff since he's not my favorite, but I'm sure there's a loctation in the multiverse where all the Melvins gather and get to be amongst their ideal peers.

Generation swap, fallen down, and owl house au Melvins belong to @warrior-of-waistbands

ITTHIGSS Melvin belongs to @sugarlol-13

Piqua Mystery Dungeon Melvin belongs to @infini-tree

Bendypants Melvin eblongs to @artistcaptainbendy

Gem Melvin belongs to angrydj (IDK if they are still around)

Danganronpa Melvin belongs to @princeasimdiya12

tbgdotgp Melvin belongs to @n4talia-chaparro

LM Melvin belongs to me.

[artistcaptainbendy]

run from termination.

Dragon and phantom Krupp belongs to @tornrose24

Sticky notes Krupp belongs to @infini-tree

Gp Krupp belongs to @n4talia-chaparro

AI Krupp belongs to @buttercup-gerbilhiney

Toon Krupp belongs to @sugarlol-13

sp Krupp, lumberjack Krupp, and Krupp wolf belong to me

[linavloger]

Introduction

Hey there!

Names Internet name: LinaVloger (Aka Lina or LV) IRL name: Meg Abby

Bio Birthday: 22/9 (Virgo) Occupation: Student Nationality: Mexican Disorder/Syndrome: Autism Spectrum Disorder/ASD (Level 1)

Fandoms Fav movie: Captain Underpants: The first epic movie Fav TV series: HTF and TETOCU Fav Book series: Captain Underpants Fav video game: Pizza Tower Fav character creator: Gacha (Any gacha, even mods)

Fav stuff Food: Meatballs, burgers, pizza, Mac 'n cheese, eggs Drink: Milk, apple soda, apple juice Color: Pink, lavender and sky blue Hobby: Drawing, writing stories (Holy smoke, I'm George and Harold)

Languages I speak Spanish: Native English: Advanced French: Intermediate

Fav people Author: Dav Pilkey YouTuber: ItzAlaina Singer: Melanie Martínez, Olivia Rodrigo, AViVA, etc.

DNI: Homophobes, transphobes, groomers, pedos, NSFW blogs, @infini-tree, TreeHouse members, racists, clasists, sexists, proshippers, zoos, ableists, autism speaks supporters, extreme christians, people who think gore's hot, etc.

[plugboy11]

must be nice to feel appreciated

(au belongs to @infini-tree)

[warrior-of-waistbands]

Lavatore and his canonical caffeine problem vs. the need to take the boyfriend out on cute dates

(tags via @infini-tree)

[wooglebear]

So, what about Cash Networth? Well…

Details on him under the cut.

It all starts with the situation with Cash and Javi. In my previous post, I said Cash was going to be more of a Scrooge McDuck character in tetocu23.

As far as the Jack Yacht is concerned, the Salamanger episode mostly plays the same as the original… except for one particularly heavy development. Because (according to the writers of the AU) Krupp and Captain are going to lean a little closer to their movie selves in this theoretical reboot, I'll definitely remove the part with Krupp pulling a "let's push him overboard lmfao" on poor Cash. He still steals Javi, though in this version, it's just to screw with Cash's head than straight up abuse, and that happens in a separate episode (since this reboot, according to the writers, has 20something eps per season, so Javi gets fleshed out a bit more before he inevitably gets Kruppnapped).

Speaking of our principal, Cash and Krupp's character dynamic wouldn't have one be completely dominant over the other. It would be based on Scrooge and Glomgold's interactions in dt17... but less murder-y and stuff lol

Javi is still a background character, but he does… talk and stuff. He's calm and collected, sweet, but he also has a tendency to becoming incredibly depressed when anything upsetting happens, or flying off the handle and losing his temper the more his buttons get pushed.

Also, Javi is gay for Cash. Consider Javi and Cash the Scrooge and Launchpad of the AU… if Scrooge and Launchpad were gay af

Krupp: I'm kidnapping your guac guy.

[Cash screams in horror]

Also, Cash has a niece! This reboot does what dt17 did - include reinterpretations of all the DT characters we know and love (or love to hate, depending on what character), along with tetocu23 original ones.

This is Alyssa Hawkins, Cash Networth's niece!

Let's say that Alyssa is a former child actor who used to be a teen actress. Very famous, to. But, ahem, backlash from toxic fans has waned her desire to be an actress, so nowadays she's just a bit of a theatre kid.

Being the niece of the billionaire owner of Camp Uppercrust means Alyssa is rich, too. She's a bit of a chaotic gremlin that likes to banter with her uncle. She also loves rambling about Yu Gi Oh (the original manga series, mind you) to him. Alyssa, except for Krupp and the Melvins, is kind to her friends and is very forgiving, even forgiving Meaner for what he did to her friends in the Borelock episode. Hates Krupp with every fiber of her being, despite Krupp not treating Cash as horribly as he did in tetocu.

If TETOCU23!Hazel is a detective version of dt17!Webby Vanderquack then this girl is an unholy mashup of 87 Webby and B.O.Y.D.

Is in denial about her bisexuality.

Is friends with Hazel. And frenemies with Cara.

Their friendship kinda works, because Alyssa needs an outlet for her energy, Cara needs a new slave and Hazel needs a good right-hand man (or right-hand girl).

(Tetocu23 AU belongs to @infini-tree and @cartchytuns)

[dp-marvel94]

(Not) Alone - Chapter 9

Summary: Consumed with worry and scared after watching Dani almost die, Danny begs her to come home with him and meet Jazz. He wants to see her safe and happy and taken care of more than anything. An important reveal also weighs heavy on him – Dani isn’t the only living clone… and the other is him. He needs to tell her the truth; maybe that will convince her to agree to the idea of telling his parents. And she'll stay in Amity Park with him, where he'll never have to worry if she's safe ever again.

Meanwhile, Dani has mixed feelings. Still reeling from the loss of her clone siblings, Danny’s unexpected worry and care make her uncomfortable. And her own guilt… she hurt him and helped get him kidnapped twice. How can he care about a mistake like her? But having clean clothes and a bed is wonderful. And things aren’t as simple as she thinks.

Will Dani accept the help she needs and let herself be loved? Or will she push Danny and Jazz away and run again?

Word Count: 5,019

First-> Previous

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Note: Finally, I'm back to posting this story! I got way behind for a bit there. I was very busy writing my Ecto-Implosion story - a Lost Time Mer AU featuring a very ethereal Clockwork and a very conflicted Danny; it is posted now so go check it out if you haven't! Then there was Thanksgiving and preparing for Christmas. And my sister and I are buying a house! We close on January 5th. So yeah, a lot of excited things going on. Enjoy the second to last chapter of this story!

The time before dinner consisted of a tour of the Far Frozen, given by Frostbite. They visited the library, the hall of murals, the artifact vault (including sneaking a peek at the Infini-map!). The stadium, the ice practice rooms, the guard’s training field. There was a hanger for the hovercrafts. An engineering workshop where an adolescent yeti apprentice was helping an adult with a hovercraft repair. 

They passed classrooms, the excited voices of an in-class literature debate perking Dani’s ears. The girl peered through the glass window in the door, curious eyes fixing on the small group of students. One of the young yeti’s gaze met hers, the other ghost grinning toothily and waving. Blinking in surprise, the girl waved back.

“Come, you must see the ice garden!” Frostbite hurried the group through the hall. 

“Wow.” The clone girl breathed. “It’s so pretty!”

Trees, flowers, even individual blades of grass sparkled in the light, despite the cloudy sky. Dani darted behind one of the towering trees, thick trunked with heart-shaped leaves. 

“It’s almost clear!” She giggled, looking at her brother through the trunk. “You look ridiculous!” Flickers of his ghost form – white, black, and green – warped through the ice.

“Oh yeah?!” He flew forward, making funny faces at her through the other side of the trunk. “You’re the one who looks ridiculous.”

“But you look more ridiculous-er!” She laughed more, sticking her tongue out at him. “Like one of those fun house mirrors!”

The two played for a while, poking fun at each other. Then…. The ice drakes!

“They’re so cute!” Dani cooed, eyes round. 

Jazz looked at the creatures. Part wingless dragon, part slinky lizard, they were twenty feet long, with sharp claws, sharp teeth, and blue-silver scales. She side-eyed her sister skeptically. “Cute?” 

One of the drakes, a juvenile all of five feet long, stuck out its tongue and licked its eye. 

“Just look at him.” Dani gave her best puppy dog eyes. “And look!” She pointed to a disturbed area in the snow, sky blue splotches and small silver bodies standing out against the white powder. “Babies!”

“Ah, the hatchlings have arrived.” Frostbite said warmly. He walked towards the nest, gently brushing snow away. With one hand, he waved to the two girls. “Would you like to hold one, Dani with an i?”

Dani beamed. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Excitedly, she held out her hands.

“Hold her like this.” Frostbite demonstrated. “Close to your body.”

The younger girl nodded eagerly. Gently, she took the hatchling, which let out a squeak. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Soon enough, the baby lizard relaxed, head resting on Dani’s upper arm, paws curled up against her chest, and tail wrapped around her other arm.

The clone girl cooed. “Yes, you are so cute. Yes, you are.”

Jazz watched over Dani’s shoulder, brow still furrowed skeptically.

Half ghost and hatchling stayed like that for a while, just looking at each other. But after a few minutes, the young drake grew restless. She squirmed in the hold, eyes darting to and then fixing on the human’s red hair. She chirped curiously, head lifting. The hatching half-wrestled out off, was half-released from Dani’s arms. She scrambled up Dani’s jumpsuit, onto her shoulder, and leapt onto Jazz’s.

“Hey!” The older teen protested, to laughs from her younger siblings.

The nosy drake investigated, sniffing, batting at, and chewing on the hair.

“That isn’t food!” Jazz complained.

At the same time, the hatchling spit out the mouthful rather spectacularly, having realized it in fact wasn’t edible. Still, she investigated Jazz’s hair and clothing, eventually wrapping herself around the red-head’s shoulders like a second scaly scarf. Innocent blue eyes blinked up at the human.

Jazz sighed. “Alright. I guess you are a little cute.”

“Yes!” Dani cheered. “Told you!”

The older sister rolled her eyes. 

After that, Danny took a turn holding one of the hatchlings. A few more minutes of cooing at the smaller drakes and coaxing the adults into pettings and….

“Can we go back inside? It’s getting colder.” The red-head shivered, frowning up at the sky. “Actually, we should probably leave soon.”

“Yes. Of course.” The chief nodded sagely. “Some food first, very quickly before your journey home. There is still plenty of time yet, before the weather turns.”

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Actually, there was not plenty of time before the weather turned.

Danny frowned out the window, clutching another mug of hot chocolate. Outside the wind blew fiercely, the atmosphere completely white with the driving snow.

“My apologies, Danny.” Frostbite said surprisingly softly, a hand on the half ghost’s shoulder. “The storm blew in much quicker than anticipated. I should have hastened your departure.”

“It’s okay.” The half ghost looked up at his mentor. “How long do you think it’ll last?”

“A blizzard which arrived this quickly…” The yeti hummed thoughtfully. “Those storms like this are intense but they are short lived. Less than a day, surely. Perhaps eighteen hours.”

“So we’ll have to spend the night.” The boy bit his lip.

“It seems so.” Frostbite patted his back. “Come. We will prepare a feast for all. And a dance! Music and games will surely lift you and your siblings’ spirits!”

The corner of Danny’s lip turned up. “Alright. Let’s go.” With the chief’s enthusiasm, there was no way he could stay so somber. 

The feast was amazing. Five courses. Ice kelp salad, with Caesar dressing straight from the Acropolis. Cave mushroom soup, topped with mammoth cheese and spices. An appetizer of garlic bread- a staple anywhere in the Infinite Realms. Giant Bison steaks with neon-colored fingerling potatoes. And for dessert…

Dani poked the shiny yet opaque, gelatinous slab with her knife. “What is this?”

It wiggled unappealingly and yet, Danny’s mouth watered. “Aojngofls.” He answered, grinning.

“What?”

“Aojngofls.” The boy repeated, to his little sister’s continued confusion. “That’s the yeti word for it. Have no idea what it’d be in English.”

“Okay? But…” Dani still eyed the desert skeptically. “What is it?”

“It’s some kind of pudding, I think. The consistency is kinda like flan but there’s nuts and fruit and stuff inside.” The boy greedily grabbed a spoonful, stuffing it in his mouth with abandon. “ ‘s so goof.” He gushed.

The young girl sniffed her portion, giving at another poke. “Why’s it shiny though?”

Danny swallowed his bite. “Ground up Ice Drake scales.”

At that, Dani pushed the plate away violently, a look of betrayal on her face. “No! How could they?”

“The drakes naturally shed their scales and the yeti’s collect them.” The boy soothed. “No drakes were harmed in the making of this dessert.”

“If that’s true….” His younger sister still wrinkled her nose, off-put. But hesitantly, she took a bite.

Danny leaned forward, eyes wide and eager for her reaction. “Well?”

Several emotions flashed across her face in quick succession, disgust turning to surprise and then relief. She swallowed. “It’s… actually good?”

“Yes!” The older half ghost fist pumped, laughing as the younger quickly started on her own piece with abandon. 

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“We have most exquisite merriment for your enjoyment, Great One and Kin!” Frostbite practically dragged Danny and his sisters to the dance hall, so great was his enthusiasm. 

The chief flung the doors open, the sound suddenly swelling. Drums banged, pounded. String instruments strummed and shredded, some high and quivering, others low and droning. The winds trilled and rumbled, like songbirds fluttering in the trees and the distant peals of thunder. It was a cacophony, the sounds weaving together in purposeful chaos. 

Around the room, yetis stomped, clapped, danced. And Danny found himself pulled into the spiral of bodies. Jazz, her red-hair vibrant amongst the white fur, spun away from him. She danced beside Snowflake, movements at first awkward and unsure but quickly becoming exuberant and ridiculous. And Dani…

The shout barely carried over the crowd but it tickled Danny’s ear all the same. “Come dance with us!” 

One of the younger yeti’s took hold of his sister’s hand, pulling her to join the other kids. Dani followed, smiling and then laughing, soon twirling as absurd and excited as their other sister was.

And Danny danced too. Legs jumping, arms flailing, feet pounding, head bobbing. His heart pounded, in time with the music. And the very air around him…. The excitement of the other ghosts, delighted to just be alive, together. His sisters, here and safe and happy. Jazz, her eyes bright and shoulders held high, without the worry she always wore like a heavy weight. And Danielle…. Twirling and laughing with the other kids, grinning like she’d never smiled in her life.

The older half ghost’s core buzzed, light with its happiness, with the warmth of its love overflowing. He laughed, taken by the sheer joy. 

Danny danced for some unknowable amount of time after, catching the occasional glimpses of Jazz’s teal jacket or Dani’s midnight black suit. The words, unknown to his ears, and the music, foreign in arrangement but familiar in emotion, flowed around, in, and through him. His hair raised with chills, moved by the shaking drone of the strings, by the long, soulfully sung notes. And his body moved along, joining the song. No, not just his body. It was deeper. The feeling vibrated down, passed his blood and ectoplasm. Down, into his core, the center of himself. He danced, not just with his body but with his very soul.

Eventually though, the music slowed, a profound tranquility over taking the room. The dancer also slowed, many of them pairing up. 

Danny stilled with a soft smile on his face as he pulled himself out of the crowd. He meandered to the edge of the room, eyes set on a table of refreshments. The boy picked up a cup of slightly glowing punch. Turning back, his gaze flickered over the gathering, searching for…

Ah, there. His heart squeezed, pleasantly warm. There was Danielle. 

He raised the glass to his lips, taking a sip as he watched. His little sister still lingered in the middle of a crowd of younger yetis, though the group had drifted away from the dance floor. They huddled in a corner, a few adolescents giggling to each other about something. And… Dani sat in the air cross-legged, one of the cubs curiously running claws through her hair. A slightly older kid gently swatted away the paw, leaned forward to mutter something in Dani’s ear. The half ghost nodded, eyes lighting up in delighted surprise. The young yeti started braiding the shining white locks.

“Danielle looks really happy.” Jazz’s voice broke his attention from the scene. 

Danny blinked, for a moment surprised, but then dismissing her sudden appearance… “Yeah, she does.” He smiled, contented eyes back on his little sister.

His older sister smiled too, just as happy. “I don’t think she’s been this happy the entire week. Bringing her here was a great idea.”

The boy nodded. It was true enough. Despite the slight bumps of the check up and the unexpected snowstorm, Dani looked about the happiest he’d ever seen her. 

Across the room, the braiding finished up, the paws removed from Dani’s hair. The girl experimentally shook her head, the ends hitting her cheeks. Her mouth opened, laughter audible in the lines of her face despite the loud music.

“Aw. Look at that. She’s already making friends.” Jazz cooed.

In other circumstances, Danny might have scoffed at the mushy comment. But now, his heart was too full of relief and joy to hold any cynicism. “Yeah, she is.”

Neither sibling spoke for a long moment, just watching Dani talk and play with the other kids. Soon, the song ended, another fast one starting up.

Danny stepped towards the crowd. “Ready to get back at it?”

Jazz took a sip of her own punch. “I still need to catch my breath. I can barely keep up.” She chuckled. “These guys are more rambunctious than Aunt Alicia’s neighbors at a barn dance.”

The boy laughed at the unexpected comparison. “Oh my g-d, that’s what this was reminding me off.” 

Just then, Frostbite’s booming laugh cut above the music, his energetic kick nearly knocking down his dance partner. The yetis were just as exuberant as any country folk.

“Do you remember that time Alicia’s neighbor's kid let all the chickens out during the dance?” Jazz asked with a snort.

“Of course.” Danny snorted himself. “They were all line dancing,” Hands on his hips, he kicked each leg and then clapped and turned with a jump. “to Cotton-Eyed Joe. And those stupid chickens...” He landed, leaning forward slightly, and moving his head back and forth in a very poultry-like manner. “Those stupid chickens were trying their best to become footballs!” 

“Old Man Roberts kicked one and it sounded…” A laugh broke through the words. “it sounded like a freaking rubber chicken! Like…” The sad chicken noise Jazz then made….

The boy nearly doubled over laughing. “That’s the most pa..pathetic chicken noise…I’ve… I’ve ever… heard.” He gasped, diaphragm flipping with the sound.

“But that’s what it sounded like!” His sister argued.

“Like.. Like?” Danny tried to make his own rubber chicken noise but broke down in giggles.

A second of the red-head’s nose wrinkling, trying to hold but the sound and… hands on her knees, she cackled too. The two laughed for a long while, just the two of them and that memory.

Eventually, Danny caught his breath. Wiping his eyes… “Man, those barn dances at Alicia’s were the best.”

“Yeah, they’re always a good laugh.” Jazz chuckled, again. “The only thing funnier than those chickens is Dad trying to dance to Party in the USA.”

Danny laughed again, just picturing it. Jack Fenton, in all his uncoordinated orange-flanneled glory, stomping and jumping completely out of time. 

He shook his head, grinning. “I wonder if Mom and Dad managed to catch a dance on their trip.” But as soon as the words passed from his lips...“Their trip.” His face fell, a chill anxiety suddenly dousing the previous joviality. “They’ll be back tomorrow night.”

His older sister stood up straighter, also sobering. “That’s right.”

Danny’s hand frantically ran through his hair. “I still need to talk to Dani about that.”

The red-head raised a brow. “You didn’t talk to her last night?”

Danny shook his head. “With everything else we talked about…” He bit his lip. “I couldn’t bring it up, not when she was already so upset.” 

Jazz stepped towards him, nodding understandingly. “That’s okay. We can bring it up later, after the dance.”

His eyes darted back to Dani and the younger yetis. They were playing some kind of game, one yeti blindfolded in the middle with the others surrounding in a circle. His younger sister’s eyes sparkled, a hand over her mouth trying to hold back laughter.

His heart squeezed. “But she’s so happy. She’s happy and making friends. And she finally called me Danny again.” Such relief that statement brought… she was comfortable with him, all of him. “And we just had to talk about our brothers last night and that was hard enough.” It was painful, just remembering her crying, clinging to him like he’d disappear too if she let go. “But this… how can I do that to her again?”

Jazz glared, suddenly serious, as she pulled him farther away from the crowd and in front of some chairs huddled against the wall. “We still have to have this conversation with her, Danny.” Voice low but harsh, the red-head crossed her arms. “We can’t just let her run off to Ancients knows where.”

“Of course not.” The boy almost hissed, eyes narrowed in offense. “I barely want to let her out of my sight. I’d rather died than let her F-off into the sunset again. I want her at home with us. But…” He slumped into the chair, anger suddenly doused. “She doesn’t even want to meet Mom and Dad. I know she doesn’t.” His head dropped into his hands. “She shuts down any time they’re even kinda mentioned. I barely convinced her to meet you in the first place. You know how hard it was to convince her to let us buy her clothes, let alone anything else.” Her furious words, that first morning…. She didn’t think she needed or deserved help. She was trying to fight that thinking, he knew, from their conversation last night. But did that still linger below the surface? And…

“Jazz.” His voice lowered, shoulders curling in on themselves. “I… I’m scared. I want Danielle safe and happy so damn bad. So bad. But…I’m… I’m terrified that I’ll push her and she’ll run. She’ll leave without a word again. And I can’t… I can’t. I can’t go back to not knowing if she’s safe or okay or even if… even if…” His breath caught, voice choked.

“Oh, Danny.” The chair beside him creaked slightly, Jazz sitting. “It’s okay to be scared.” Her arm wrapped around his shoulders. “I… I’m scared too.” At that, he looked up, brow wrinkling as his older sister continued. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know if Dani is going to surprise us and say yes. Or if she will freak out and run. Or any number of things could happen. I can’t make her say yes like I, like both of us want.”

Each word was a stab to his core, driving that desperate fear and sorrow deeper and deeper. If even Jazz had these fears, then how… how….

“But.” The strong conjunction drew Danny out of his growing despair. “Whether or not she stays with us is Danielle’s choice. We won’t know until we asks. There’s no reason to catastrophize yet. And…” Her face softened, kind eyes fixed on him. “I don’t know her as well as you do. But I know Dani loves you. She trusts you. She wouldn’t leave you without a word and hurt you like that. And besides…” Her eyes flickered toward the crowd of yetis. “Maybe staying in Amity Park with us or running off on her own aren’t Dani’s only two options.”

 Danny’s gaze followed, fixing on Dani… playing with her new friends. He blinked once, the idea rolling over him. Something in his core loosened, a hint of hope brightening his face. 

The boy sat up. “I need to talk to Frostbite.”

Jazz smiled, squeezing his shoulder. “Go on then.”

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“My turn! My turn!” Dani cheered, moving to the center of the circle.

Her core buzzed with excitement. This was the best day ever! The tour, the feast, the dance. New friends! GlacierPaw asked her to dance. WinterHill braided her hair. And now Icicle was tying the blind-fold around her eyes. 

“Now we’ll count to ten while you spin in a circle. You want to find and tag whoever had the ice-shaker.” The yeti girl stepped back, and the sound of counting started.

Dani spun, head quickly growing dizzy. Then she wobbled forward, chasing the sound of crinkling ice. It shifted… there! 

“I’ve got you!” The half ghost flailed for the target.

“It’s not me!” The other child laughed.

The sound of shaking again. Dani chased, still woozy on her feet. Another miss, this one near. And…

“Ha! There!” She grabbed the shaker, pulling off the blind-fold.

GlacierPaw grinned at her sheepishly. “My turn?”

With a nod, Dani tied the cloth on his head. 

The games continued, with more dizzy stumbling, more running and jumping, and, of course, much more laughter. Eventually though, the fun stopped, the group breaking up as adults came over to gather their children.

“Bye!” “It was fun playing with you!” “See you later!” GlacierPaw, WinterHill, and Icicle shouted the various farewells, each pulled along by their respective parents.

Dani smiled, giving her own wave. “Bye!” Then she turned her attention back to the crowd. Where were Danny and Jazz? After a moment, her eyes fixed on familiar red hair.

“Jazz!” The girl ran forward, nearly crashing into the older teen in her excitement.

“Dani!” Jazz startled with a laugh.

“Did you see?!” She waved back toward the corner. “The yeti kids invited me to play with them! It was so much fun! We played freeze tag with actual ice! And Pin the tail on the Ice Drake. And…” She blinked, suddenly realizing. “Where’s Danny?”

“Talking to Frostbite.” The other girl smiled, ruffling her hair. “What else did you do?”

“The littler cubs loved this game called Rabbit, Rabbit, Hare. We all sat in a circle, one person walking around the outside. The person who was It went rabbit, rabbit, rabbit,” She patted the air with her hand. “On each person’s shoulder. But if you got hare, then you had to get up and chase them around the circle and try to get back to your spot first!”

“Ah. Like Duck, Duck, Goose.” The red-head mused with a nod.

“What’s Duck, Duck, Goose?” Dani stopped her ramble, brow furrowing.

“It’s the same game you just described.” Jazz chuckled kindly. “I played it when I was little. You’d go Duck, Duck, Duck….” She also patted the air. “Then…. Goose!” She furiously ruffled Dani’s hair and the younger girl giggled.

Just then, Danny returned. “Hey guys.” He waved.

A new song started up, fast and energetic. Dani grabbed each of the older teen’s hands. “Come on! I wanna dance!”

The clone girl danced with her two siblings for a few more songs. They drank some punch, snacked on some of the food. Dani talked more about the yeti kids she had met, the older two listening with rapt attention. Each wore an almost relieved smile though Danny’s harbored just a hint of sadness. Actually…. Both of her siblings were being oddly subdued, a heaviness in their responses that hadn’t been there before.

Dani noted the oddity with a wrinkled brow but before she could really dwell on it….

“It looks like everyone is leaving.” Jazz mused, eyes flickering to the musicians. Sure enough, they were packing up their instruments. 

Barely a minute later, Frostbite arrived, gathering the three. “Come. I will show you your room.”

A few minutes’ walk through the halls and the group came to a surprisingly mundane wooden door. The chief opened it and inside….

Wooden paneled walls, a fireplace built into one side. Wooden furniture. A bed, a couch, a desk, dressers. The room was cozy and warm, enough so that Jazz started taking off her outer layers of clothing. “This is perfect, Frostbite. Thank you.”

Dani nodded. It did look really nice! But… her brow furrowed. “There’s only two places to sleep.”

The older girl gave her a chastising look, causing the halfa girl to blush sheepishly. 

But the chief smiled kindly. “Never fear, we have prepared for this.” He left the room, quickly returning with a foldable cot. “See! All have their place.”

After good nights to Frostbite and a short… discussion (cough*argument*cough) about who would sleep where, the three collected borrowed pajamas from the dresser.

“You can go first.” Danny motioned toward the small, attached bathroom, Jazz agreeing with a nod.

As Dani got dressed and brushed her teeth, she tried to ignore the hushed voices coming through the door. The words were inaudible… but a seed of nervousness still sprouted in her gut.

She exited the bathroom to find Jazz and Danny huddled together on the couch.

“But Frostbite did say it would be okay if she-” Having noticed her, the boy cut himself off. He met her eyes and shuffled over on the couch. Then patting the seat between him and Jazz…

Dani’s brow raised in question. She didn’t ask, instead shifting nervously as she sat.

Her brother took a breath, hands balled in his lap. “Jazz and me need to talk to you about something important.”

Well, Dani did not like the sound of that. She swallowed nervously. “Okay?”

“First the good news.” Her brother started. “I talked to Frostbite about Vlad. Long story short. The Far Frozen has beef with him. So do Fright Knight and the Observants. The Dragon kingdom and the Acropolis don’t like him very much either. Mainly because Dora and Pandora are my allies and they’re not cool with anyone who messes with me.” He shook his head. “Point is, with all the ghosts on our side, we can probably get Vlad locked up somewhere he won’t be able to bother us anymore.” Danny met her eyes then, wide and earnest. “He is going to have to answer for what he did to you and me and all the other clones. He’s going to pay for it. And we’ll make sure he never even thinks about hurting you again.”

The words hit her like a ton of bricks. Not because they hurt but because…. The sheer relief. The feeling washed over her. She’d barely even thought about Vlad the past week, too absorbed in so many new experiences and revelations. But there in the back of her mind… (Would he come back for her? Try to hurt her again? Would he try to hurt Dami again, bring him to his side?)

But Danny’s words, the fervent conviction in his eyes swept those doubts and fears away. 

“That’s great.” Dani hugged him. “Thanks for talking to Frostbite about that.”

“Of course.” He hugged her back. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t let this keep going. I had to do something…”

“And you did.” Jazz’s hand on her shoulder. “I’m relieved we have a plan now.”

The clone girl gave an agreeing hum, relaxing for a moment in that relief. Then…

She pulled away, a hint of renewed worry jabbing at her core. “You said ‘first the good news’ so…” She swallowed. “What’s the bad news?”

“It isn’t bad news.” Jazz smiled soothingly. “Remember when Danny asked you about meeting our parents?”

Dani nodded, anxiety sinking like a stone.

“Mom and Dad will be back tomorrow night.” Danny continued. “We’ll be back in the morning, plenty of time before they come home. But we need to make a decision…” The words came out, calm, sincere. But still… the boy bit his lip, betraying his own nerves. “About whether or not to tell them about me being half ghost and Phantom and… About you. And how we’re going to introduce you…”

“I don’t know…” Dani brought one hand up to her mouth, anxiously chewing on her thumb nail. (This. This was what she had been freaking out about last night…)

“You don’t have to meet them if you don’t want to.” Jazz soothed, gently pulling the younger girl’s hand from her lips. “It’s your decision.” 

“Yeah.” Danny nodded. “It’s up to you. And…” He looked out, towards the door. “Staying with Jazz and me isn’t the only option. Frostbite already said he’d be happy to give you a place to stay. And I have other allies we could go see if you don’t want to stay here. I’m sure Dora or Pandora would love to have you. But.” With the word, his expression hardened, deathly serious. “No matter what, running off on your own again is not an option. I’m not going to let you just fend for yourself. Not alone, on the street or wandering off who knows where. You deserve to be somewhere that you’re safe. ”

Dani blinked for a moment, startled. There was another option…. 

Then she scowled, offended. Did she really think she was going to run off on her own? Yeah, maybe a week ago she could have, but-

The anger wooshed out. A week wasn’t that long though, was it? 

She shook her head. “I know running off isn’t an option.” She wouldn’t, not now. Not after finally having her brother back and… maybe kinda sorta gaining a sister? The point was, she finally wasn’t alone anymore. And she didn’t think… no, she knew, she couldn’t bear to go back. “I won’t run off. But…” She chewed on her lip.

The choice… that same dread and unease she felt every time she thought about the offer of staying at FentonWorks, those same feelings rose, wrapping around her core. For just a moment, she tried to imagine it. A dad to tuck her into bed. A mom to pack her lunch. Riding the school bus to school. Sitting in class. Making normal, human friends.

Dani frowned. She couldn’t picture it, the very thought turning her stomach. No, she wasn’t ready. She didn’t want that, at least not yet. If she ever would. 

But…. staying here, with Frostbite… Danny had mentioned that too. And she had so much fun here today. There was so much to do and see. The food was so good and the yeti kids loved her. A large part of her wanted to stay here.

Another part of her seemed to curl in though, shy and ashamed of her desire. She had seen it in Danny’s eyes, and less obviously so in Jazz’s… they wanted her to meet their parents and live with them. They wanted her to say yes….

“Let me think about it.” Dani finally answered.

“Dani, we’re leaving in the morning.” Jazz countered, just as serious as Danny. “We need a decision before then.” 

“I know.” The younger girl put her head in her hands. “Let me sleep on it. I’ll tell you guys in the morning, I swear.”

There was silence for a long moment. Then… “Alright.” Danny sighed, an arm wrapping around her. “Just tell us what you want to do then.”

“Okay.” The girl said quietly, leaning into her embrace.

Dani’s stomach twisted, torn in two. She wanted to keep hanging out with Danny and Jazz like she had this week. All fun and adventure, like an endless, adult-free summer vacation. She wanted to stay with them, to not let them down. But… she wanted the Far Frozen too. To learn to take care of the ice drakes, play hide and seek with the other kids, and get hugged by Frostbite every night.

“No matter what you decide, it’s going to be okay.” Jazz hugged her from the other side.

Dani hoped Jazz was going to be right.

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who would win

When I meant by every single, I meant by EVERY, SINGLE pretty cure.

Cure Echo, Cure Infini, Cure Supreme, Cure Puka, International Happiness Pretty Cures, and the Legendary Curss (frogot to mention Dancing Star)

Pacman only has every Power Berry on the Tree of Life to Fight