For those of you who are new to my stories, I'm Danilo and DxE is the best ship, can't argue. For those who've read my stories, hello again, guys! Haven't started a new story for almost 3 years. Shocker, I used to be on this site writing fic everyday.
At the request of a friend, DannyEmberPhan, I've decided to produce a new fic for DxE. Hope you guys like it, this is "Casper High's Gift."
"What a dipstick! I called bullshit, and he still said to me it is what it is!" Shrieked Ember throughout the entire Ghost Zone.
"Ember," Kitty lay a gentle, friendly hand on her friend's shoulder, "Your fault for spending every penny you have." Kitty shrugged with a smirk, taking amusement in the fact that Ember found out that clubbing almost every night in The Ghost Zone took a toll on her Ecto-Co Bank account.
"That idiotic banker thinks I'M the one who blew all my ecto-funds; he's got to be joking!" Ember raged, throwing her hands in the air in despair and exhaust.
"Well… Ember, let's be honest, you think you only buy one drink a night, but we all know by the end of the night you've emptied out half the bar." Kitty widened her smirk cheekily.
"Who the hell is 'we'?" Ember asked in an unbelieving, almost offended tone.
"Oh, no one… Just every regular member of every existing ghostly bar in The Ghost Zone, if I'm honest," Kitty rolled her eyes, confused if Ember really was clueless about how much she drinks.
Standing there in her usual black choker against her neck, black one-shouldered tank-top that exposed her midriff, that one long black glove and black bracelet on her other arm, her glowing, luminous green eyes and purple lipstick, she thought to herself, "I'm going to be the laughing stock of the entire Ghost Zone if I show up anywhere with zero ecto-cash," She continued contemplating her options, "I could always convert that stupid human realm money for ecto-funds. All I would have to do is rob a bank, as stupid as that is." Ember rolled her eyes at her options.
The Ghost Zone worked a lot like the human realm, unknowingly to people living in that realm. The Ghost Zone had jobs, some ghosts had things to do besides rule another realms. Not all ghosts had the dream of being ruler of another world. For example, the Ghost Writer writes, some ghosts stay in their realm etc.
"Hello? Ghost Zone to Ember, don't you zone out on me." Kitty said with her hands on her hip, unimpressed with her ghost friend. "If you need money I'm sure Johnny would lend you some from his bike business thing, it's really been kicking off since he opened it last month." Kitty suggested, showing off her new, blood-red bomber jacket with sparkling diamonds Johnny had bought her last week.
"There is nothing more degrading than borrowing money…" Ember said under her breath, still in disbelief this is happening to her, "Especially from someone like your dirt boyfriend." Ember said, mumbling the last part.
"Why not play concerts for money, instead of for domination?" Kitty suggested, tilting her head as she suggested the idea.
Ember was stumped for a moment. "No world domination?" Ember questioned it a moment. "You're an absolute dipstick if you think I'd waste my time singing for people for their entertainment! And everyone in the Ghost Zone would hear about it, and it'll ruin me, you dope!" Ember stormed off, flying off further down the Ghost Zone.
"Was just a suggestion, jeez." Kitty rolled her eyes, flying off into a different direction.
-Amity Park, Casper High-
"Danny, just do it. It won't kill you!" Sam jokingly yelled, punching Danny's arm.
"It will kill something; my almost non-existent social life!" Danny screamed as his arms were being almost ripped off by Tucker to pull him into the audition room for Casper High's yearly talent show. "You're signing you whether you like it or not, man!" Tucker said, continuing to pull with all his force. "Don't do this to me, guys! I need to spend my time focusing on fighting ghosts, not practicing to ruin my life at a talent show!" Danny breathed, scraping his nails against the walls as he was being pulled closer and closer into the audition room which had the audition forms for the talent show inside.
Sam had never rolled her eyes so much in her life. "You have talent, Danny. Everyone in school knows it, so showcase it!" Sam cheered up, trying to explain to Danny how much potential she knew he had.
"It's true, man, seriously! She's not just saying that because she likes you, she means it. You have talent!"
"I don't like him! N-no, I mean I like you, Danny! But obviously, I don't like like you..." Sam said in a panic, feeling her face blush rapidly, burning up quickly. Danny blushed slightly at the sight of Sam's blush.
Tucker smirked, taking enjoyment in her stutter. "But enough change of topic, Sam. Danny, you really should consider the talent show. It's not going to be like 5th grade when Dash threw a tomato at you. But to be fair to Dash, that magic show was so bad. Pulling that rabbit out your hat was ridiculous, dude." Tucker laughed, hiding his large smile. "But it won't be that bad because now you actually have talent. No offense to your magic though."
Tucker finally let go of Danny's arms and he pushed away from them both. "Guys, no." Danny said with a straight face.
Tucker looked over at Sam, and Sam looking back at Tucker and without saying a word to one another they both knew they were thinking the exact same thing. Seconds later, they pounced at the same time at Danny, grabbing both of his arms to drag him into the audition room.
"We're doing this because we care about you, Danny. Let us help you!" They said, pulling as hard as they could on his arms, but unfortunately for Sam and Tucker Danny used his intangibility to escape them both. Danny went intangible through the ceiling and sat on the school's roof's ledge. "Tuck and Sam just don't get it. My social standing will plummet if I do that talent show."
"Oi, dipstick!"
"Ember, really, not now. Kind of wanting to be alone, so do me a favor and come back tomorrow to ruin my day. Thank you and goodbye." Danny said in a huff, turning back to his sorrows and worries for his social life.
"Jeez dipstick, if you're going to be like that maybe I will leave. I just came here to take out my frustration on you, but you're clearly not worth my time." Ember said with a cheeky smile, taunting Danny as she pulled childish faces at him.
"Ember, if you don't leave me alone I'll make you wish you had!" Danny said, powering up his fist with bright, glowing-green ecto-energy. "I'm warning you." Danny eyes glowed a darker green. He was ready to fly at Ember at any second.
"Hmm…" Ember thought out loud. "Oh no! My power is too much for me! I can't fight it, oh no!" And with that sarcastic tone she strummed a chord on her guitar and blew up the nearest bar with an ecto-powered fist.
"You tease." Danny pulled off a fake, almost saucy tone and flew full power towards Ember with rage in his heart. "So, what are you doing here anyway with all that rage?" Danny asked, dodging another three music fists coming his way. Avoiding Danny's ecto-blasts, Ember replied, "Well, let's be fair, Phantom. It isn't your business!" Ember glared, strumming a few more chords, hurling them at Danny.
"Skulker dump you again?" Danny pried, "I'm only asking." Danny continued to pry, trying not to show his cheeky sly smile. Ember stopped fighting for a moment to roll her eyes and throw her hands up in exasperation. "I was the one who dumped him, not that it's your business either."
"Why so? Not metal enough for you?" Danny joked, but received no laughter in return. "Get it? Metal? Because you like some punk-rock, metal whatever music and he's made out of-"
"-Oh, I got it. You're just not funny." Ember floated there unimpressed with his terrible puns and humor. Ember continued, "He's just full of crap. You've heard him talk before. He doesn't like music, he doesn't like movies, he doesn't like drinking. He's like my old pop, for god's sake." Ember admitted, "So, what about little miss gloom and doom? The glare and despair? Queen goth?" Ember asked, laughing at how depressing Sam had always been, so the insults were just flowing out.
"We're not lovebirds!" Danny claimed, blushing slightly at the thought. "Is that a blush? God, you must be so glad I pushed you two closer when you were under my guitar's love spell." Ember couldn't have a wider smirk. Her grin spanned from ear to ear. She circled Danny and while he was caught off guard by the thought of him and Sam together, she strummed a ghost ray out of her guitar at Danny which pushed him with great force, resulting in his crashing into the garbage cans outside the school.
"You don't need to disrespect people to get your point across, Ember!" Danny exclaimed, going intangible so the banana peels and empty cans weren't sticking to him. Danny retaliated by shooting green beams from his hands, but Ember dodged each beam blast without hassle.
"Are you getting better at fighting me, Ember? Someone been training?" Danny asked curiously as he wasn't doing very well in this battle. "No, it's just that baby pop's in love so he's distracted." Ember sneered at Danny, batting her eyes, clearly taking enjoyment in the fact that he's a confused love-struck teenager. At that moment, Sam and Tucker came out and found Danny and Ember floating outside the school mid-battle.
"Danny!" They both called out in unison as they got out the thermos. "Anyway, it was nice toying with you, dipstick. Bye bye, my babies, I'll see you all again very soon!" And with that, before Sam could activate the Fenton thermos, Ember escaped in a cloud of purple smoke.
"What was she doing here, Danny?" Sam asked worryingly. "EMBER! REMEMBER! EMBER! GO, EMBER!" Tucker chanted. Though he knew Ember was an evil ghost, he still adored her music. Glaring at Tucker, Sam wondered why Ember would be back. "What if she's written a new song to control everyone again?" Sam questioned.
"Don't worry, it's probably the same hack who writes her insults." Danny laughed, referencing to her 'dipstick' insult.
"We shouldn't go messing with her, Danny. Remember, she was the one who practically made you let me fall off a building!" Sam reminded Danny, remembering the shivers she got as Danny walked towards her when the billboard of Ember was hanging off the edge of her concert hall in Fanning the Flames.
"But now that Danny's aware of her love spell power, I'm sure he'd be more careful this time, Sam." Tucker said, shaking his head. "Look, I don't think she's going to be a threat. We need to get to the next class anyway." Danny replied. Taking a look at their schedule for classes, it seemed that one of Tucker's least favorites was their next class.
"I hate this one because Danny is a total teacher's pet!" Tucker awed, feeling like all he's going to be the teacher's pet in is computer technology and science studies. Danny rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't mind this class. It just seemed like a lot of pressure because his teacher was always pushing him to pursue the talent he has in class, but Danny had always stayed away from it.
"We're going to be late, guys!" Sam complained, seeing how they were both dreading the next class.
-Next period, music class-
"Oh, just blast me now! I can't take this class anymore!" Tucker whined, staring at the clock which shows they were only 5 minutes into the music class.
"Foley, pay attention. You throw a fit almost every one of my classes." The teacher said, trying not to roll her eyes. "Now, keep practicing." She said with a smile as she smacked the ruler against the keyboard Tucker was trying to produce music on, but everyone in the class knew his piece that was supposed to be a Beethoven, was more of a 3 year old trying twinkle-twinkle little star for the first time.
"Samantha, why don't you try to be a little less aggressive with your music, hm?" The teacher suggested, seeing all the dark orchestra and low notes she's placed in her music piece. "Music is about expression, Mrs. Harris. You of all people should know that." Sam replied, adding more noises in the background to her piece. "How do I add screaming skulls to my piece, Mrs. Harris?" Sam asked, unable to find sound effects on the computer she was working on next to her keyboard. Mrs. Harris just shook her head and moved along to the next student which was Dash.
"Why don't you try again with the keyboard, Dash? I'm sure if you practiced-" She was interrupted by Dash Baxter, "-No! I've almost nailed my piece on the triangle!" Dash explained, hitting the triangle at different spots with a nerdy kid's hand. After the teacher separated Dash and the other student, she moved on to a young Latino girl, short, seemingly sweet yet she had no interest in the musical arts whatsoever. "Paulina." The teacher called.
"Paulina!" The teacher called again, seeing that Paulina was filing her nails at the keyboard rather than playing. "Why can't you be like Danny and take an interest in this course?" The teacher asked, clearly showing her favoritism towards Danny.
"You want me to be a loser like him?" Paulina asked, disgusted that Mrs. Harris would even suggest such a thing. Paulina then brought out her powder from her purse to apply to her face. "If you don't mind, Mrs. Harris, you're blocking my light." Paulina snootily stated as she looked in her small adjustable mirror. The tutor moved onto another student on the other side of the student that was sat next to Dash Baxter: Kwan. Kwan was like the others: in 9th grade, wanting to be accepted by their peers etc. However, he did not try much in music because he had no aspirations to be a musician; much like every other student in the music room. Kwan played the trumpet in the class and he wasn't too bad at it. He played decently and only made very few mistakes, but music didn't interest him so he did not try a lot of the classes. "Sorry, but music isn't my thing. Football is! Hey, Dash, go long!" Kwan called over to Dash as he picked up the small student next to him and ran to the side of the class, throwing him over to dash on the other side of class.
Mrs. Harris felt there was no hope in this class except for one. Danny Fenton: a young boy with black hair and blue eyes, white shirt with a red collar and cuffs, light blue jeans and red and white shoes. "Danny, you are honestly my only hope in this class. Please tell me you're participating in the school talent show next week to represent this class." The teacher subconsciously begged Danny. Tucker and Sam interjected, "He certainly will! Especially with his talent!"
Their teacher's face lit up with pure joy. "Oh, this is absolutely fantastic news!" The teacher then left to take a phone call from the principle.
Danny was very furious with Tucker and Sam. "What did I tell you guys!? I don't plan to be a part of the talent show!"
That's the end of the chapter. My next update will be in a few days, hope you're all there to read it. :')