#whatever im sixteen im allowed to be melodramatic (i am back in front of that metaphorical mirror. i am saying this to myself)

[fruitsyrups]

i haven't posted anything substantial in ages and i feel a little annoying about it. whatever. it's my blog who cares i do what i want (i am staring in the mirror and saying this to myself)

[ghostsray]

Ch1: Eyes

(i have decided to use this year’s dannymay prompts to write all about my clone oc niel, because why the heck not, im pretty invested in him so far. i wasnt sure if this was worth it since only a few people showed interest in him, except those who did were REALLY interested, so this is for you 😘)

(also on ao3!)

(next)

Vlad was hosting some rich club party, which was why the hall was filled with swarms of boring adult millionaires milling about. Niel stood in the corner, wearing a trimmed suit (which he didn't mind), trying his best not to interact with the many strangers in the room (whom he did mind). His dad had made him greet their guests, and all of them ogled the son of the mayor like he was an exotic pet. Niel decided that even though he was one of them, he didn't like rich people very much. So here he was, standing against the wall, trying his best to seem invisible without actually turning invisible.

Apparently, he was still noticeable, because someone said, "You're Niel, right?"

Niel would have considered fleeing, but he realized the person had called him by his chosen name, and not Daniel like his dad always introduced him as. He looked up and held his breath as he came face to face with a teenage girl wearing the most intense black makeup he had ever seen.

She looked around sixteen, Danny's age, and had black hair and purple eyes. For some reason, she was wearing a frilly pink dress, the exact opposite of her spiked hair and angry black eyeliner.

The frankly intimidating girl scrutinized Niel with her violet eyes and said, "Wow, you really do look just like Danny. Except for the eyes. Yours are a bit darker."

It had come to Niel's attention that this was the first girl close to his age that he had interacted with. He attempted to keep his teenage hormones in control and straightened himself, trying to look professional.

"You're one of Danny's friends?" he guessed.

The girl smirked and stuck out a hand. "Sam Manson," she introduced herself.

Her nails were painted black, like the rest of her makeup. Niel shook her hand, then yelped as she tugged him across the room. "Where are we going?"

"I'm bored," she said simply, like that answered everything. She looked at him with half-lidded eyes. He wondered if she was wearing contacts, because those eyes were really purple and really prett--

Control yourself, Niel chastised himself. He didn't know much about Danny's friends, but for what he did know, this girl could be Danny's girlfriend. He didn't want to date Danny's girlfriend.

"You live in this mansion, right?" Sam spoke, shaking him out of his thoughts. "Don't you know anyplace we can hang out away from all these adults?"

"Dad told me I should stay around."

"And you actually listen to your parents?"

Wow, those eyes are really pretty--but he shook that thought away. He gulped and looked over his shoulder to where Vlad was standing, talking with some people about boring money stuff. Niel might have enjoyed spending money, but he didn't care about hearing about stocks and bonds or whatever, which he guessed everyone in this room enjoyed chatting about.

Vlad didn't glance in his direction at all. He probably wouldn't have noticed it if Niel decided to leave for the airport right then.

He turned back to Sam, who was still waiting for a reply. He smiled and said, "We can go to my bedroom upstairs." Then he realized the implication of that, blushed and quickly added, "To hang out, of course. Nothing lewd or anything."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "To be honest, I didn't think you'd know what lewd even means. Aren't you, like, a few months old?"

Niel frowned. Why did everyone who knew about his clone status always enjoy bringing up his age?

"I read," Niel retorted. "I've read some things in Vlad's library."

"Wow. I'm pretty sure that has to be, like, illegal or something. Vlad lets you read that stuff?"

"Vlad doesn't care about me," Niel said, then felt a sharp pang in his core. He wondered how his past self would have reacted if he told him that. Niel had always looked up to his dad, but that was probably because he was the only person he knew, and also before he talked to Danny and learned about...Danielle.

Sam watched him quietly. "So," she finally said, "upstairs?"

Niel nodded and forced a smile on his face. He led her to the mansion's stairway and up the steps until they reached his room.

Sam whistled when she saw the large flatscreen TV and gaming consoles that spread across the wall. "Nice gameset," she said. "I don't know why I'm surprised. Danny would have bought the exact same stuff if he were rich."

There she went again, comparing him to Danny. He figured it made sense, considering Danny was her friend and he was his clone, but Niel still found himself sulking as he sat on his king-size bed.

"Those are just dumb gifts from my dad," he grumbled. "Aren't you rich, too?"

Sam shrugged. "My parents are rich, all right, but they don't really like allowing me to buy anything. It's dumb. I'm old enough to take care of myself." She rolled her eyes and said, "Parents, am I right?"

Niel crossed his arms and watched her wander around his room. "You know I'm a clone of your friend, but you're treating me normally."

"How do you want me to treat you?" She threw her hands up in front of her melodramatically and said in a bland tone, "Ahh, a genetic double of my best friend created by his arch nemesis. He must be eeeviiillll."

Niel's lips tugged upward at Sam's acting. She smiled and said, "Danny told me about you. You don't sound scary at all."

Niel rubbed his neck. "He talks about me? Does he think I'm weird?"

"A guy who wears expensive suits to sleep? Of course he thinks you're weird."

"I don't...I mean, doesn't he find it weird that I'm his clone?"

Sam plopped next to him on his bed. Her dress was crumpled, but she apparently didn't care about that. "Dude, you aren't the first clone of Danny. We're all pretty used to the whole clone idea from Danielle."

"Yeah, but Danielle is..."

"A girl?"

"...different."

Sam leaned on an elbow and asked, "You're saying you aren't? Heck, you're probably more genetically different than her from Danny, if you really have Vlad's DNA in you."

Niel looked down sullenly. "I wish Dad thinks that."

Sam's eyebrows lowered. "The way Danny told it, I thought you basically extolled Vlad."

Niel sighed. "I thought he cared about me...then I realized he only likes me because I look like Danny." He shrunk in on himself and added, "That probably sounds stupid, doesn't it? I'm a clone of Danny, of course I'm supposed to be like him."

"Absolutely not," Sam said, and she said it with such resolution that Niel looked up in surprise. She got off the bed and placed her hands on her hips. "Sure, you're genetically similar to Danny, but genes should never dictate how you're treated if you don't want it that way."

"Um, okay," Niel said, a little put off by how ambitious she sounded about the subject. His shoulders drooped, and he added, "But Vlad..."

"Vlad thinks you're just like Danny? Then prove to him that you aren't."

"How?"

Sam smirked and gestured down at her dress. "You like my look?"

"It's...an interesting choice of wardrobe," Niel said.

"I didn't pick the dress; my mom did. She always wants me to be all proper and feminine and whatever. I figured I might as well humor her this time, but just because I agreed to wear her dumb dress doesn't mean I have to look the way she wants me to." She gestured to her makeup and said with a grin, "I found a way to remind them of who I really am. Wearing a dress they picked for me will never change that."

Niel observed her dress and makeup more closely. He had to admit, that was a pretty clever loophole. Still. "You're saying I should wear goth makeup?"

"That wasn't exactly what I was trying to say...but why not? You're already wearing eyeliner," she said and brought a hand forward to poke at the black ink surrounding his eyes. He flinched away and blushed.

"I think they bring out my eyes," he said defensively.

"They do," Sam agreed, appreciating his makeup work. He did feel pretty proud of that. "But if you add a little more, then they'll pop out so much, your dad will have no choice but to turn his eyes toward you."

"You really think dressing like you will change his mind?"

"Not necessarily," she admitted. "But it will definitely shock him, at least."

Shock him. For some reason, Niel liked the idea of that. He looked at Sam's wild makeup and spiked hair again and hesitated.

Sam noticed and said with a smirk, "What's wrong? Is the goth look too scary for you?"

Niel huffed and straightened himself. "I've read Dracula, Frankenstein, and most other classic works of horror literature. I'm not scared by goth."

"Then prove it," Sam challenged with a serious expression, but that was quickly broken by the smile that spread over her face.

Niel smiled back.

.

The Mansons, Vlad decided, were useless. The only reason the couple were rich was because one of their parents had invented that twirling toothbrush, but when it came to doing work, they didn't know a thing about money.

Vlad was almost glad when that goth girl Danny always hung out with came up to them. He was getting bored from hearing her mother drone about some salon she went to.

"Hey there, Mom and Dad. Hey there, Fruitloop."

Vlad's mouth twitched. It seemed that Daniel (Fenton, not his son Daniel) must have thought it funny to get his friends to use his annoying nickname for Vlad. The mayor hid his irritation under a smile and said, "Why, if it isn't Fenton's female friend."

"Hey, I'm your son's friend now, too."

Vlad raised an eyebrow. The girl was grinning now. He realized someone was hiding behind her back.

"Daniel?" he asked.

Sam stepped aside with her arms out and said, "Say hello to the real Niel!"

Vlad choked. It was Daniel, all right, but--"What happened to your hair?!"

His oh-so-perfect creation was wearing eyeliner so thick it made his eyes look like black holes, and was that also lipstick on his lips? He was fairly sure he didn't own any lipstick of that dark shade, which meant he must have borrowed it from the Manson girl. And his hair. It was tousled up and--oh Ancients--shaved on one side.

"Hello, father," he said in a sulky voice, and Vlad wondered if he had practiced that tone with Manson before coming to them.

Speaking of Manson, her parents looked moritified. Pamela chuckled nervously and said, "I'm so sorry about that, Mister Masters." She shot her daughter a glare, but Sam just responded with a cheeky grin.

Vlad coughed, loudly, before he regained himself. "It's all right," he told Pamela, but he glared at Daniel. "Excuse us. Daniel, could you come speak with me somewhere private?"

Daniel's expression seemed to morph into worry for a split second, but Sam sent him a reassuring smile, and he relaxed. Vlad frowned. He would have to be careful about letting the two interact in the future.

Daniel followed him out the hall and into an empty hallway. Vlad stopped and stood over him.

He took in a deep breath, held it for a moment, then said as gently as possible, "What the sweet butter biscuits, Daniel?"

"It's Niel," his son muttered, and this time his broodiness didn't seem practiced.

Vlad frowned. He didn't know why Daniel was so insistent on that nickname. It wasn't even spelled correctly--the E should come before the I, and Neil isn't really a nickname one would expect to come from Daniel. "Yes, I believe you've told me that before," Vlad muttered, "but--"

"But you never get it, do you?" He crossed his arms and growled, "You keep naming me after Danny."

There was that angry tone again. He had no idea why, but Daniel had been less than friendly to him ever since that night in the restaurant...

Vlad scowled and informed him, "Of course I would. You're his clone."

"But I don't want to be." He was avoiding Vlad's gaze now, and Vlad thought he heard something in his tone besides anger...sadness. "That's the thing, Dad. I have his genes, but I'm not Danny. And I--I just want to be your son, not your creation."

"That's absurd. You're my son because you're my creation."

The boy flinched. Vlad realized he must be serious about wanting to differentiate himself from Danny.

He wasn't sure how to feel about that. He had guessed, since he used some of his own DNA to stabilize him during the cloning process, that Daniel would end up a little different from Danny, but the boy was beginning to seem even more rebellious than Danielle had been. At the rate this was going, he wouldn't be surprised if he were to follow his sister's example and run away...

Vlad sighed deeply. "Dan--...Niel," he corrected himself. The teen looked up at him in surprise as he continued, "I don't care if you're different from Danny. To be truthful, the only reason I had wanted him as my son so badly was because he's a hybrid, like me. I wanted an apprentice who can relate to my struggle, and Danny happened to provide the perfect blueprint. But I know you're not him, Niel, and I don't mind. You're still my son."

Niel blinked rapidly. Vlad's words must have deeply affected him, because black lines of ink ran down his cheeks where the tears spoiled his makeup. In a choked up voice, Niel said, "You called me by my name."

Was he really this emotional over a name? If Vlad had known, he would have called him by his silly nickname sooner. Niel shuffled to Vlad and enveloped him in a hug.

Vlad forced himself to push down his dislike of being touched and instead patted Niel in what he hoped was an affectionate manner. "That's right, son. Now can you get off me? I think your makeup is coming on my shirt."

Niel sniffed and tore himself away. "Sorry," he mumbled. He looked up at Vlad with glossy eyes, and Vlad was once again struck by how similar they were to his own, and how different they were from Danny's. "Did you really mean all that?"

Vlad wore a smile and said, "Of course. I would never want to be rid of such a perfect halfa like you."

Niel grinned. Good. The boy was happy, which meant Vlad could be content in knowing he won't run away like his other failed clone.

"Run along, now," Vlad told him now that their emotional conversation was over. "Oh, but wipe away that eyeliner first. You look like a blasted raccoon."

"Yes, Dad," Niel said happily and scurried off. Vlad looked down at his suit and wrinkled his nose at the tearstains that muddled his shirt.

At least Niel was no longer angry at him. That manson girl seemed like trouble, though, and Vlad didn't like how close the two teens appear to have become. He spent the rest of the day watching Niel with one eye, just in case.