Author's Notes
This is a Death Fic in the first chapters. Read with this reference. Read with this information in mind, at your own risk. ^^ I'm not planning anything on it ahead, so a lot can happen.
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Universe, characters, scenarios... Everything belongs to Butch Hartman. Nickelodeon's image and display rights (rights, in general). I used only my creativity inspired by this script to do something new. At least that's what I feel.
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[Informational]
I will tell you upfront: This work has many sad moments. But it is completed profoundly, happily and emotionally. Read with this in mind. If you are not prepared for these emotions, I ask you to rethink reading... I have written this with great affection and dedication. Happy Ending!
It has a cute and not a tragic ending, although it seems like it.
I ask you to ignore that I have Danny speaking so mature and cultured (formal). It's not really part of the plot. This is one of my habits and characteristics... I am not good at writing softly and "common"... So it was forced and even meaningless.
But you can ignore it. ^^
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I can not reproduce the characters' characteristics as accurately and coherently as I would like. But it was done with a lot of effort and motivation.
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I am using as a point of reference some random group fight, but it ended up ending differently. Very different... And fatal.
Stick to the first harrowing chapter.
If you want more sequence ... Wait.
LOL
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Ah... Soon I will begin another sequence of my first fic on this category.
I recommend that you read "Ghosts also cry - Ghost Cry Too?". Another title of mine... But that will have no direct relation with this work. (Well, not for now ^^).
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The 'nucleus' of this fanfiction is here. This first chapter (a composite of at least three chapters together and planned) is the most fundamental part of the work... More powerful and fundamental chapters may emerge, but this is the core. Where you can really feel immersed in the work. ^^
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Chapter 01 – When the hero's victory was not enough.
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I am a scientist; a researcher. And human feelings are a very intriguing thing...
There are many doors to fate and each leads to a new projection of endless possibilities.
Unfortunately, their destiny is no longer intertwined with this reality. Their choices, and the consequences of such choices, made them leave that 'line'.
What I can do is redirect them. But there will always be a price... I'll make it a little smaller.
The bond with the origin reality of the two was broken. I have the ability to change time and change facts... But the destination is not me who can change it. This was the "choice" of the two of you.
By taking the burden of trying to stabilize the conflict between the living and the ghosts, its also made this commitment.
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Ghosts can arise days... Months... Or years. In the past or in the future. After the period in which the individual 'became' a spectral being, trapped in this dimension... A transition between dreams and goals. All being shaped in this new way. Ghost.
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"... And the father, well... He's getting better, you know... Last night I saw him trying to put together a new invention with old pieces of scrap from the refrigerator... He said it was to 'refrigerate while transported'. And it was more practical than a portable fan. Believe me, I was surprised, too. And much more economical, since it used energy through sunlight... Well, you know, it's not... Since..."
A small pull of air. It was very difficult to talk about it all.
"Since all this has happened, it has been very downhill. I had never seen him there again in the laboratory. But I think he's going to start moving on."
Flashing his eyes, a dry sensation was bothering her a bit.
"Mother already..."
A gaze directed at the light that the sky shone.
"Good. She's still 'leading'. It was very difficult for her to overcome. "
One more sigh.
"Actually, it's not being easy for anyone... But I believe we can do it; United. I think... T-that... That's what y-you expect from us. Right, little brother...? "
A gentle wind, but strong enough to shiver a little. A contrast between the cold and the brightness of the day.
My dear hero...
She begins to have a strong will to cry. All the while she was trying to keep a smile on her face, but the slight nostalgia matched the longing and lack of her brother; your best friend... Your hero. The smile was still there, to remember how strong and brave he was, but the sadness gained its space... And no longer the girl managed to control the emotions.
"Why, brother...? You did not have to do that. We would find a way. It was possible to find a way. I know it was. I wanted to believe that... "
Sigh resigned with denial, but soon she nodded to herself in silence. In the end, she knew... It was not a question of 'finding a way'. What happened, it took. It was the only choice to make.
"Even so, thank you, for saving us... Without you... The whole city would not exist anymore. Thanks..."
A little silence.
"And I hope you can be at peace with yourself now. I'm really praying you're not wandering around in a ghost shape... "
She had a weak smile on her face again.
"And that you have found her... On the other side... understand? That the two of you have crossed that door of life together and gone together to the after... Where you can really be happy. It was great to have met you. "
Then she returned a more happy and upright attitude and posture. She wiped away her tears and decided she was all right with such a heartbreak and it was time to improve her mood a little.
"And thank you for listening to me, all these days... Even if I'm so bossy and boring; unbearable and arrogant... Thank you. "
And goodbye.
My dear brother.
Until another day...
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Not far from where the girl was having this conversation and venting the longing, was another teenager. A young boy. He also possessed a sad countenance, but it is something natural due to such circumstances and losses.
There was a small conversation going on. A little friendly conversation from this boy in front of her friend's grave. Something similar to the other girl; Jazz is her name, that it was doing ... An act of sating longing and softening the pain and suffering left by these absences from friends so dear and irreplaceable.
The feeling of being 'abandoned' was a stifling thing, but it also demonstrated the unity they all shared.
"And now, folks? How will I live my life? Without you two almost everything is so, so moodless... First was you, Sam. And now you, Danny... Why? No... It was not meant to be. We were a group. A family. My family. My precious and inseparable... It was not... How both are missing. I can not even care about any new technology. You can believe it... But it's not funny anymore. I do not see any more... Encouragement for that. I just miss you both. I know, I know. I have to get over it and go back to being myself. But this will be delayed and I do not know if I will; not without you both. But I promise I will not give up. Especially because you both did not give up. I have to be a good example and support and encourage; after all, only I was left. So I promise I will try. "
From that moment, he had to be strong and overcome the crisis of crying that almost happened. It was the fifth time only this afternoon. That was enough. It was time to improve expressions and remember good things; of the good moments shared. There was not only sadness but satisfaction of so many joyous and immeasurable moments between the trio.
"Good. Now I'm going to talk about the new game released just before you have... Anyway. It is the most awaited by critics. And it seems to be quite angry! I wish I could play him with you two. That would be a good reason to gamble to see who would win first. I even know Sam would probably take first place. But, who knows... I'm not that weak. Even more, it would be a surprise to us, so we would all have that advantage. But now it will not give more... "
"Alright, Tucker. I also know Sam would win. Even if the game is new. "
The boy ends up directing his attention to this voice, which frightened him even a little. Only after a few seconds to overcome such sudden presence did he understand. In fact...
A few moments before he had noticed that there was only one other person, he had spotted another person in the distance. Jazz... She who was facing the 'rest' of her brother. She was a little far away, in front of the boy's grave. And Tucker was going to head there, trying to comfort the wounded hearts and remember the friends who are gone.
As she herself was already in her moment of reflection, Tucker had decided to wait until she was finished so it could approach and offer her sympathy. And also relieve a little of the longing for the boy who also was like his brother...
Tucker was also venting a little too before the grave of the girl who was also his sister, then a few moments later Jazz joined in the conversation.
A little surprise, but that served to alleviate the sentimental moment a little more and bring up the moment the group meeting; of this family.
Jazz and Tucker ended 'up bumping' into there that day. They both talked a little... They remembered the band together. And they realized how it was needed. They remembered the friends, the little things that happened to them... They talked about the new things in their lives... That there were not so many. Tucker showed a new game released, saying that it would 'tie' in it. That was very angry... They were reviving the friendship of the quartet... That now there were only two. But there, it was as if Danny and Sam were also present. It was the conviction that the friendship was not over and that life had to follow... Even if the longing always accompanied them on the journey.
Tucker and Jazz were laughing, as if the group were once again reunited... Even if it was not the truth. But the feeling was. Indeed. The memories united them... All four there. That was enough. Do not forget the dear friends of a lifetime.
Soon after a few moments of conversation and new findings and convictions... Behold, another person has appeared.
It was the mother of Jazz.
The trio exchanged a little conversation and a few laughs together... But Tucker and Jazz decided to leave the place. It was time for Maddie to be alone with her son. Or try to remember him there...
And that's what happened...
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A few days before... Something about fifteen to twenty days ago.
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Vlad ended up arriving with some flowers at the end of the boy's funeral. He did not reveal himself to everyone. He was isolated; hidden. He could not appear... Not after everything that happened; not after he himself admitted his act and responsibility therein. No. He did not even deserve to be cursed because of him. It was very...
He should carry the weight. All this weight... And alone. He was totally right. He could receive retaliation and be persecuted.
He deserved it.
He might even fall dead, too. It was more than fair...
But it would not be enough.
And he knew it. And it felt it.
As it left his flowers discreetly on the cold, empty stone... The feeling of how foolish he was.
"Sorry, young man. I ended up proving in the worst possible way that you were right. I'm trash... And the worst of it is that you had to pay for it. Ah... I do not even have the right to try to apologize to you. Your pain is greater than I could afford, even if with my whole life. I only regret not having noticed it before. How weak is human life... "
It was an afternoon... A bit cold and desolate for Amity Park at that time of year. But it was not surprising... Not after everything that happened.
"It was my fault, I took you to such suffering and choice. If only my way had never come across yours. I'm also very sorry that I did that to your friend... As they said... Ah, yes. The love of your life. Forgive me. I know I should not ask for anything so grand, but I have no other way of thinking. Only regret. And I hope you're in good rest now. Who knows next to her, from the other side of existence. I hope so."
Before anyone noticed him, he decided to leave the place, finishing off 'bidding' the boy.
"Then that's it. I will go now; before it ends up polluting your resting place with this disgusting and ignorant existence of mine. "
And with that, Vlad left the place... With the thought of not coming back to torment such an environment reserved for those who were close to the boy. He was not worthy of it... Or so he thought; that it would not return there and that it would keep his last promise with the young man.
But some events occurred as the days went by... And some things changed for him. His way of thinking and his attitudes were influenced by the boy's honor. And Vlad decided to change his way of being. Become a new man...
The first step was to get back there. And make a new promise.
Even if in each of the times he visited such an enclosure, he would not allow himself to be detected.
"If it's any consolation, then I'll put my whole being into action to make the world a better place. To make people arrogant and greedy people aware of their own overpowering goals and to change their lousy actions. I will not manipulate anyone. I'll have to pay, with my own effort... That's the only way I've found to pay this debt back to you two. If someday this is possible... I hope you will forgive me. Wherever you both are... I will make everything better, not like me. "
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"Goodbye, my boy. To him whom I have always presumed to regard as my son, but who have no such right. I hope I can still be a source of pride for you... Different from that day. Of that life. "
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A few weeks before the young Danniel died, he went to talk to Vlad...
Do not.
It was not something 'classifiable' as conversation. It was a confrontational attitude. The final confrontation between these two beings...
This was the first time in his entire life that Vlad noticed. He went too far because of his greed and greed.
But it was late, too late.
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"Congratulations, Vlad. My... Co-Congratulations... If that's what you wanted, then you can 'celebrate'... You did it. You destroyed me. You... You attacked and took it. It took one of the only motivations I had to move on. "
A single person can not be someone's motivation to live and move on, but it can change everything. The young lad is a clear example in all this and shows how such loneliness ended him.
The importance of such a person can mean a loss far beyond the company; of all that represents satisfaction and joy. It may be the end of dreams and goals...
"You took her. The chance of her happiness. All the dreams and goals she had. And it took from me... Somebody irreplaceable. Congratulations. You have totally torn my being. Never again will I smile like before... Live like before. Because? How can you be so disgusting... Why did not you 'break' up with me? Only with me? It had to m-mess... With lives... Lives of so many people. Her life... From her parents. From Tucker. So many people. "
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Even taking punches or ecto-electric chains or several other blows and several impacts resulting from the confrontation... The boy did not fall. Did not give...
Almost at all times, while leading the worst in the dispute; while he picked it up to his knees... Even if it was crawling on the floor... He did not fall, but he got up. It was remarkable how his muscles trembled and the pain he 'should' be feeling... But his face only showed sadness. Tears filled his cheeks. And no moan of pain. Or nothing of what it have done before; even a pun, or provocation.
This was the last memory Vlad kept from this boy. His stubbornness in yielding to such an obvious defeat. And the pain in his eyes.
"You can hit me as much as you want, you will not hurt me any more than I already am. Than you've already hurt me. "
The fighting continued a little longer... The young man slowly crawled. And he did not stop his attacks. But none of them was efficient the least it was. It was simply a child's strength against that of an experienced fighter. But the boy soon let go of all his fury. And released his most powerful blow. What else showed her state of mind there.
Three times in a row...
Practically no breath.
Virtually a devastation never before achieved by him...
And practically its own end.
No clones. No distractions... There were three bursts of his most fearful blow. A lament of his soul, his ghostly cry.
And even with total physical and mental exhaustion... He stood up.
What could have fascinated Vlad at another time to see such potential in the boy.
It was this kind of potential that Vlad was always proud of that could lead the boy to get.
But it was not so at this time. Oh, no... After taking all three charges at point-blank range, it was a surprising result. This time, only this time, Vlad took the worst.
Soon Vlad lost his strength and returned to his human form, or almost what he should be... His physical condition was greatly degraded from the clash. Wounds and clothes in tatters. Lots of dust and debris on top of him... And his only glance at the boy who hurt him so relentlessly. Like It have never done before.
His body was bruised, but his ego was much more.
Vlad had always been confident that the boy would never achieve such a feat. But his defeat there was not the worst; or even your pride being trampled.
The worst thing was to stare at the boy.
There was no other word to describe him beyond... Fragile.
Even with the magnificence of victory... None of this could be seen in him. Just a 'stain' of what the boy should be. He looked fragile... Nothing. Except fury and weariness.
It was dangerous. The most dangerous he's ever been. And he still stood.
Before Vlad hurt on the ground, the boy's anger only increased as he looked at such an individual. It was so angry that, for a moment, in the heat of such a moment... He thought to proceed.
But... As if by an invisible hand, he stopped. It was his own conscience... He knew it. But he wanted to think it possible, to cling to the only inspiration he felt there.
He sighed, finishing the stuck speech that had begun before the confrontation began. Revealing everything that was still 'choking' at its core.
The motivation that led him there; All this fight... He lost his purpose.
"I wanted so badly to break up with you. Take everything from you too. But she did not deserve this, to see me being just like you. YOU are not worth it. Not worth it. You're not worth it... She would not like to see me doing it. I do not want to do that. Same as for you... "
Dust still dripped from the plaster of the wall, exposed bricks... Bruises and bruises burned... But silence was the most painful...
"Still, you did it. Goodbye, Vlad. This is the last time I'm going to talk to you. I will never want to talk to you again. Not a man like you, capable of... If, some other day I meet you, I will not even look at you. And try not to talk to me either. I hope that at least a bit of dignity you have and also ignore me if our paths intersect... You can consider me dead, because you basically ended up doing this too with me... You... You... You stole me too much."
Goodbye, Vlad.
Many tears streamed down his face, but the worst of it was his gaze. So empty... That even came to haunt. Even a ghost had a brighter gaze than he had.
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One of his motivations to move on was destroyed. And only a fragile, broken shell remained of what was once the great playful, active, and happy boy.
Gripping and not turning around again, young Danniel leaves what's left of the hall where they confronted each other.
Vlad would still have the strength to counterattack him there, but he gave up. And backed away.
Even if he was asked why he accepted all that quiet of a skinny boy and that it was not even a threat to the great Vlad Plasmius... Vlad would not know that to respond. Or how to respond. But there, even without even noticing... Vlad was ashamed of himself. For the first time in his life, he wondered if he was wrong.
This was not a simple affront between them. No... It was a battle that involved much more than simple greed or feelings...
This was more than a simple account settlement.
Only a little while later, after all that happened... Vlad knew.
This was a farewell to what one day was the boy.
And Vlad would never see him again...
Well, he's gone.
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It was at this first moment that Vlad really understood what he had done. It was not a mere "collateral damage." It was a death. In your hands...
Not only one but two...
He could be facing the tomb of the boy only now. Danniel could have left this world not long ago... Vlad might not have been so directly involved IN THIS fatality.
But he knew... The TWO deaths were caused by his greedy hands. It was his attachment to power and sovereignty. To be 'more'... To always have more.
Because of that, he took everything. It was a price; was an irreversible act... Even his beloved Maddie was practically in the same state as his son demonstrated during the last clash Vlad had with the boy. With the difference of her great motivation not to let the legacy of his son go out. This alone seemed to improve her situation... Even if such a sacrifice of the young man did not come to anyone's notice; no ordinary person. It was still the young man's legacy. Hero.
All by his ego and arrogance; Vlad destroyed several families.
All for wanting to be powerful; impregnating others with their destructive greed, choking their lives for such a thirst for power... Friends and relatives... School... Dreams... He ruined so many lives. So fragile lives. And that could shine so bright. It was your touch that destroyed everything...
How different he was from the young boy... In the end, he was not even able to compare more. He did not want to measure his power and superiority anymore... Danny Phantom.
He's the hero... Plasmius... No.
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On account of a series of fateful events... The sacrifice of the hero was necessary. It was not the only choice, but it guaranteed everyone's safety.
A huge explosion would occur in the city. From a source of pulsating energy, it was expelled from a cylindrical and apparently technological object.
The cause and origin, this is beside the point. It was not so important anymore... Not after all that would happen...
The fact is that if the explosion were not stopped, such a calamity would have nuclear potential. The whole city of Amity Park and perhaps the nearest cities of the vicinity would have succumbed and disappeared...
The boy's decision was what changed everything.
This source of energy was very strong and unstable to be stopped by conventional means in such a short space of time before exploding...
"Dad, Mom... Jazz. Tucker, my brother... Take care of things for me, will you? Do not let the city be damaged by anything. It was here that most of my joys and sorrows occurred. Guard our home, for I can no longer do this... "
"D-danny? What is telling- "
It is not known which of them had time to speak this... But the fact that the boy had already escaped of the reach was verified.
This was not the 'trick' commonly used by him, but it was very useful there.
The young man came near the source of energy... And he produced an energetic shield around him; both himself and the energetic source were inside the ecto-shield. And it was there that he made the decision that saved them all; least to him.
By absorbing much of the exposed energy, he prevented an overload of the material.
By attaching it in your 'inner', making the object part of your own being. Yes... By joining that chaotic energy sphere to his chest, Danny Phantom climbed up. Gliding through the sky, until it matches the angle of the sun's rays... Or moles. Whether it was day or night... It was not more important.
It created a strange glow of his body. It was the energy that overflowed. It was clear that he could not bear such an excess of power. But the ecto-shield remained.
Your efforts were enough to keep the world safe...
Even reluctantly, everyone yelled at him to stop... Not to do that.
But they understood.
To some degree, that was what he wanted. End it... And make the last difference in this life. He was not the same anymore since that happened to her. But Danny never gave up or faltered. And that was the proof. He was the hero they all believed.
That he wanted to be.
Soon the boy disappeared from the reach of sight... Soon the silence was present. And then a colossal sound of BOOOOOOOOOMMM reached them. Silencing any chances of speech.
The city was saved. And the great cloud formed by tragedy covered the heavens. Near the stratosphere. And one more time; The last time, the city was saved by the great Danny Phantom...
Even with so much technology and cutting-edge weaponry to fight catastrophes and ectoplasmic disasters...
Behold the people present there; Be a friend or family of the boy...
They were all powerless for any chances of protecting him.
A hero can not be protected... A hero protects... And takes care of everyone; even though he himself is the only one without protection.
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Hi, this is Danny Phantom... Or rather. Only Danny. Sorry for hiding this secret...
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Good. I'll be quite frank... In this letter (e-mail, actually, details, details.) I write something once a month. It's just, in case... Well, you know.
Since I've gained these incredible ghost powers and learned how to fight the wrong things that ghosts do in our city, I write. Even if it's just some nonsense of my day-to-day.
I call that farewell. Not that I think of becoming a full ghost. If you understand me. But I'm not so naive that I do not know. So if someone is reading this... It's because I did not update until the beginning of the month it's being read (or hacker in my email, which indicates that now everyone will know about this my secret; oh great... But I do not do anything wrong with them, I'm a hero who takes care of the neighborhood... I'm sorry, continuing). I programmed to be sent this message at the beginning of the month, if it is not reprogrammed... So, for all that I love, I can say goodbye... I do not want to see you sad, nor do I want to do me poorly. This is my way in life. I do not know if it could be different, but that's it.
Do not feel guilty or anything, I understand that everything in life is risky; mostly fighting fanatics and lunatics and haunting, and even pathetic, ghosts obsessed with something in our city.
I hope I have at least fulfilled my role of protecting everyone. This is my commitment to what I do; Yeah. I'm pretty cliché and silly... But it's okay.
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Ah ... I do not know what to say here. The only thing I'm thinking and feeling is pain. And repentance.
It was better if I had not known her to begin with... Or the accident at the portal had soon ended with me, instead of giving me these stupid and dangerous powers.
Or that I had never 'come across' (accepted) to face this dangerous journey of defender of the city...
Or that I had not been so dumb and made more use of her presence.
I did not know, after all... how dangerous it was. And how much I risked losing every day.
Only a few days ago... What happened. I can not even face my reflection in the mirror... Or leave the room... Or think about what happened.
But I can not help but think... In your smile. And how boring and quarrelsome she was... And how much I liked that.
Honestly, I'm not in the mood for anything anymore. I lost a piece of me, it know... It was so good, all of us together before. And I did not participate that much...
There were so many people inducing the truth in my face, but I was fearful...
The fact is: I made a choice. And that choice took her... My best friend; my heart... And the ability to be happy.
I know, it's all fresh... But I know. I feel... Since I was not naive enough to forget the risks I ran, now I know that the risk I made everyone exposed was an expensive price.
I'm very sad to talk more.
The only thing I know is that if someday some ghost knocks me down or something will end up doing it... Take good care of each other. You are my reason for living... I hope you will not go through what I am feeling now. But I know it will be impossible...
But this was the burden I carried; which I chose to carry. And, for the lives of those I protect, I have decided to continue... Even if it is near; even though it may soon be my end. There is always this risk.
I will not allow myself to lose any more. Not anyone I love; that I still have. Even my last strength... I swear I'm going to protect everyone... But I have not been able to protect someone I need.
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Mother... Sorry. I have always been very strange to you since I gained these powers. It was a schism you could find out about them.
Father ... I'm sorry. I know that I have often treated you as a 'stranger' and not valued enough. You're cool.
Jazz... You've never really been boring. In fact, it was you who set me free from various weights on my journey.
Tucker... Ah, you'll always be my brother. All our adventures and moments together. It makes me feel like life was worth something.
And Sam... I know... You will not hear or read this... But...
I want you to know. I did not have the nerve to tell you. But I'm here and now shame and fear do not matter anymore. From the bottom of what 's left in my heart... I want you to know. You were the most fantastic person I've ever met in this life. More than just a friend; more than my best friend... And more than I deserved to have had contact in this life.
These are the words that I did not have the courage... This is the feeling that I could not give you in time. But that will always be part of me...
I love you, you beautiful girl.
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Well, I do not know how I'm going to move on... But I'll try. I promise I will do my best and I will not give up. So...
Now, until the next routine update...
Or...
Anyway. It was great to have been with all of you. Send a hello to everyone I've ever met (found) and it was part of my life... So...
Bye. Until one day...
Last updated ... (about 1 month ago)
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This email has been sent to the selected contact list. Five contacts have been selected and receive this email.
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As much as the farewells that have happened during the months described in the email have hurt, the one that hurt the most was the latter.
It was the most emotional and the one that far surpassed, even the first... Which was the most sensible. The account of a young man who discovered superhuman and radical powers, but who would carry great dangers in his young life.
Or the outburst of fear the young man felt after facing the Ghost King. Which was possible to see his maturation... And his altruism for humanity and for all his family and friends.
But no doubt that this last part of the e-mail was the one that came closest to the fateful day when he came across his evil self... His version that lost most, and that more was lost. And how much he felt helpless and stuck. How much he needed to overcome to protect, once again, everyone around him.
It was against his other self that Danny felt for the first time what it was like to almost lose someone, someone dear. Your floor.
Except that; now it was real. It happened... And no one helped him to avoid it.
This time he knows how his alter ego has suffered. It was just one loss... But she alone was enough pain.
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I never thought I would return to the place I was most surprised. The place where I discovered the most... Be it myself, or so many fascinating and fantastic joys and novelties... And where I let it drag me, as in an abyss without a return.
I thought I could 'rest' from it all. That I had no more to fight; Enough fighting. I have already done my part; I already did everything!
But here I am... This is the error that I can not escape. It's the truth, quite obvious by the way.
I deserved it... Well, at least I already know this place well.
And I will no longer hurt or hurt anyone's life.
I deserve to wander through the Ghost Zone; because it was my fault... What happened to her.
I hope everyone is well, at least.
I was able to take care of them, at least in the end... I could really be a hero who defended them.
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Days and more days...
Weeks...
Or was it just a few hours?
It could not tell. The sense of notion in the surroundings was not clear to him...
What mattered was that he was wandering. No direction... No destination, no trajectory... No purpose.
He was in this immensity of 'nothingness'. Everything was gray, dark... A few greenish tones here and there. very black. And, rarely, some ghosts.
How funny, the Ghost Zone without ghost haunts.
Only the recurrent ectoplasm of the surroundings... And some rocks.
And a few more greenish glows...
Anything...
Anything...
Anything...
Empty.
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Whispers...
Now he was the joke of the time. The Ghosts were 'humiliating' him even more...
The ghost boy 'died'. Or the pathetic hero who saved nothing and no one. Or what kind of 'being superior' he thought it was, thinking that he himself could decide what was radical and what was dangerous, beyond repairable.
Pathetic... Pathetic... Pathetic... "How weak I am."
Danny...
The whispers continued.
But he did not find anyone... Not now, not even before. There was no 'source' for such a sound.
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All 'jokes' with him; everything he thought the ghosts were saying and whispering, actually ... It was not possible.
There was nothing or anyone. Only emptiness.
Empty...
Humiliation...
Fault.
I deserved it; not her... Sam. Sam... Sam... I'm sorry... Forgive me.
D... Danny... Danny...
Inconsistent whispers... And annoying. Stressful, as if tearing the skin... The nerves. Like a pin punching the leather.
The young man searched wildly for the source of such noise.
Sometimes it felt like it was very close. At other times, it was as if spreading in the opposite direction he was seeking.
... Danny... Danny... Danny... Danny...
"What is?! What you want?! Humiliate me? Trample me? Do not bother. I'm not worth that effort. "
... Danny... Danny... D... Danny...!
Gradually the noise was louder; sharper... faster.
It was uncomfortable... But also nostalgic.
Like so many times when he heard his hero's name for the few times it saved the population and she was grateful.
It was for a short time. Everything was ephemeral for him.
Hero... What kind of hero does not protect who should be one of the main responsibilities... One of the most important people.
Danny... Danny... Danny...!
Why not stop? Why do I get angry? And why do not I want you to stop... Why? Why is this voice... Why is this way of speaking...? Why do not you scold me or confront me soon?
Because? Why did you leave me, Sammm?!
Danny!
A snap. Like a snap of mind, the boy blinked... One, two... Three times. Or much more.
This was not a haunting; a set of whispers... It was a cry. A cry from the heart... An anguished bang of souls... But not a ghost. Not a haunting... Nor his 'inner voice' blaming him.
I know this; this is not rage or scary shouts.
I know. But I do not want to believe... No... No... No... No... No... It's not. It can not be.
Fast... Faster than a turbocharged engine of improved vehicles... Much sloppy than usual, it 'ran'. He was SURE. The cry came from the direction he decided to take. It was a relentless pursuit. And certainly without purpose... But he knew. He could not 'divert' the way. Or stop. He had to go that way and ...
Danny... Danny... Danny...
He could not lose anything else. He could not miss anything else. It was his last hope... and a great dread.
If I'm 'right'. No... It's better that I'm wrong... I have to be wrong. She should not.
I... I want to be wrong, but... I want so much to be right. I'm so selfish... Forgive me.
Sam... Sam... Sam... Sam...
Like a magnet, the sounds were weaker. Silent... But he was drawn in that direction.
But from the beginning such 'whispers' were already impossible to be heard from such a distance... So how was it possible? It's not possible...
I knew... It was all in my head. I'm so silly.
There is nobody... Nothing...
Only stones and more of the darkness...
Only silence and pain.
"Danny...".
This time... This time it was... That was 'real'.
An incomparable shiver. Legs trembled and a relentless feeling of vertigo.
He did not hear it wrong.
It was this voice.
It was this sound... It was this 'word' that he expected to hear again. At least one last time. Even if it was a single desperate time.
Only this time, I have this chance.
"W-Who i...?"
"Who do you Think? The Box Ghost? Do not you recognize my voice? So why are you standing as one of these 'decorating' stones and not turning around? I'm here behind you already have almost a minute... ".
"I did not mean to... I... I'm turning around."
With a strong swallowing sound, holding tightly his own hands and concentrating all emotions on a single purpose... He turned.
Okay... I will not weaken. No longer.
And he turned... And to his immense surprise...
"And I thought I was the only one confused here. By the way, my head is aching a little and it feels like I'm a little dizzy. How did we end up here, if we did not even go through the portal-?"
Sam... Sam... Sam... Sam... Sam...
"Hi, Sam."
"Hi. You took too long to respond. It even looks like you're seeing a ghost. "
"Sam!"
Gradually the emotion takes the lead. And for him, his greatest fears vanished from his mind ... Nothing more to think about. What mattered now was to see her within reach.
"S-sam... Sam... Saaaaaammmm!".
Danny runs and hugs her very hard.
He looks at her very intently.
All the memories and clear ramblings in his gaze.
Soon, he holds both sides of her face... And with much agitation kisses her face. Not a kiss or a few, but many. Many and many... Totally cluttered and unguided. Reaching various angles and locations. Making her very embarassed and unresponsive. No answer for that, other than standing there. Even feeling a few kisses where she never really expected him to touch her. But it was not purposeful, or really a romantic act... Just a reflection of longing and fear of losing her again.
It took a few moments of surprise and total shock of action... She was astonished. But she did not sketch any action or sudden action...
Then he stopped. He stared back at her gaze, her posture, her manner... All that he missed her so much.
With that, he squeezed her more warmly. Releasing her face and directing his arms around her waist. He lifted her weight in that hug. Feeling every remnant of her presence there, with him. In his embrace. In your reach.
"Are you crazy, Danny? Everything is fine with you? What kind of emotional reception is this? N-N-Not that I'm being ungrateful, but... And how did we end up in the Ghost Zone? "
But, inattentive and jumbled untrammeled as Danniel was, he ended up losing the balance axis...
Soon they were falling. A strong thud... He went to the ground; its coast hit very hard there. But he did not let the girl out of his embrace. It did not even feel the fall. He was not allowed to prosecute anything other than her presence. Nothing but the girl in his arms. She was there...
And soon, he began to cry. Much. Very high. Very sad and deep... But happy. Very happy. Her face covered with tears, but the smile without fading from there.
'In the end,' nothing mattered. She was there. And he could feel it.
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He ended up ignoring much of what she had initially said. Nothing purposeful, but it was clear how he was upset with emotions...
The only way to solve this was for the girl to have patience and wait for him to calm down and satiate such 'nostalgia' for herself.
It's all right; she was enjoying it all, and a lot, but that was not the normal attitude for him. None of it made sense... even that migraine she felt.
Not a good sign. What is happening...? And why am I afraid in my heart to find out? I hope it's nothing serious... But why is he like this? I liked that, but it's hopeless. Something's wrong... Danny, tell me right away. Danny... Tell me.
"Danny... I want to know WHY you're like this. I do not know what it is, but I'm afraid of what you're going to say... But, tell me. Tell me soon... ".
"Sam... So... So you mean... Y-you do not know? Do not you remember? Do not you remember anything? The fight against... That fucking quarrel with... With... Sam... I... Me. Me. Forgive me, Sam. "
"Uh-huh?"
"Err. Phew... There is no way to tell that. So, I... I'll be. No, I can not... I... ".
"Danny. Stop curling and tell me soon. No matter how serious the situation is. Trust me, I'll handle it. It's all right?"
"Ahhh... Me. All, all right ... Uhhh. I will try. I promisse I will try. So... The first thing you need to know is... It's just... Sam. I... I'm sorry, Sam... But you, and now I too... We... We... Anyway. We are not anymore... Arrrrrgh. How difficult this is! Well, whatever. There's a reason we're here in the Ghost Zone. And it is the most obvious and natural reason. The worst you can think of. And I do not mean it; I do not want to tell you this... But it's the truth. Sam... I... We... We... ".
"Alright, Danny. I... I get it. Sorry for pushing you so much to say something so sad. "
"No, Sam. I'm the one who has to ask your forgiveness. I do not deserve it, but I do not have anything else to say... It's just... It was my fault... "
Danny was almost crying again. But he promised himself that he would face reality from the front, to the end. And he had such a 'gift'; he managed to see her and share that moment together. He could not escape it; he owed her that. He can not deny the truth or lie any more...
"Calm down, Danny. All right, all right... Breathe. Slowly. Now let the air out... That. Do not feel guilty... I know; I may not remember, but I know. It was not your fault... It would never be. Now, slow down, take a deep breath and talk only when you feel like you can, okay? "
"Oh... O-okay. I will try.".
Gradually he tells her about everything that happened to her.
And she goes 'remembering' everything.
Almost as if the story she was hearing triggered to 'wake up' such information held back and ignored by her subconscious. Then she knew everything... It had been almost a month before her 'ghost-maturing' came to fruition.
It was a lot of overwhelming information. Swirl of feelings.
Fear...
Awe...
Sadness.
She lost her own life...
And he soon after that... Too.
It was not easy, she could not handle it all.
She was irritated; distressed. Absorbed by such a commotion. And she felt very sorry... For herself; by her parents who should be suffering immeasurably even now... She knows, always knew they loved her very much.
And for the young man so sad before her...
She never saw him so downcast or sad...
Or so fragile.
The only thing they could both do to comfort a little bit of bitterness was to hug each other. Like a knot; attached. Intertwined tightly. Arms and legs together. It does not matter any commotion or social criticism... It did not matter thoughts or considerations of anything. All they wanted was to warm their poor hearts weakened by the hard truth...
Life is very fragile... And ephemeral.
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"Sam, I... I'm sorry. A thousand times, I'm sorry. It was me. It was my fault. If... If you had never met me... If I had not won that damn power... You'd still be fine. Alive. If only... If it were me in his place. I'm so sorry. It was for me to have exploded in the lab that day that I decided to enter the phantom portal. At least nobody would have suffered so much. "
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Why do I always have to end up losing everything?
It began as a young, ordinary little boy, Danny, having to 'give up' a normal life to be a hero, a fighter of phantom threats. Of course, it would be as 'normal' life without the powers as that of a teenager whose eccentric parents possessed astounding fascination over spooky subjects. And that is what led to the beginning of all the madness in this young boy's life, but it is also the cause and the reason for much happiness and growth as an individual of his own...
After all the twists and turns of having this kind of special 'gift', after being such a different and skilled young man; behold, life 'plays' with him. Again. So perversely that it sank him into the most painful suffering he ever thought it would have in his life... The suffering of loss.
This made him question several things, even if his 'personal values' were misrepresented. But he did not allow himself to be corrupted by such despair. He stalked straight ahead. Until the end.
After all this, fate smiled at him, at least a little... But again, he had to 'give up' something to be able to gain something so longed for; Review such a dear person...
His life was never the easiest. From his birth, where everything around him was with the 'thematic' of ghosts. Since he gained such powers... And now, since no more life he possessed.
He would have to spend the rest of his life / ghost life without being able to see his family. So as not to hurt them... And for him no longer feel the sadness of longing for 'abandon' them.
Anyway. He has always lost something in his existence...
But he always got something in return, too.
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"Stopped. You can stop right there. Do not you ever say that again, Danny! It was wonderful every day of my life. It was an adventure followed by another. And I'm not even talking about adrenaline and how angry each fight and ghost hunting was. You were a hero. We went. I would not exchange those precious moments for a probable happy life. I would not trade every moment, every little moment that I was by your side. Be like Phantom or the simple guy so fascinating that I've known for so long in my life. You. The ghost hero is just a little fragment, a small part of who you are. And if I can even spend these little moments of my life with you, taking every step of everything we experience, side by side... By your side. So it was worth it. "
She took a pull of air, also trying to normalize the turbulent sensations that were chewing her, just as she was with him... And decided to retake her linear reasoning of how much of it was special and important to her.
"Knowing you, experiencing all this is part of my life, is part of who I am and what defined me as who I am. I regret small things, of course. I wish I had done a lot more and experienced a lot more. But I feel glad to have had the life I took. For I was surrounded by good things and people that I like. Including you, it's obvious. "
She began to giggle; something so 'feminine' that if it were in another circumstance; another situation, she would probably never have done it in front of him.
"Especially the boy who made my life so bright. Danny Fenton. Just to see you, I became happy. Every day, my world was unique because it was all that was... Therefore, it is no longer possible to want my life to be different. If you had blown up, as you said, you can be sure that I would not be the same person any more. I would not have been as happy as I was. And how I am. Our life is unique precisely because it is the way it is. And that's why it was so special. Our life is worth it, because we do not give up living! And a good part of this important lesson, I learned watching you. "
"Oh, Sam... Me. Thank you. It was one of the things I missed the most. You're always right. Or almost...".
"Duh... I know I am, especially now. Mostly about... That. "
"You do not know. You have no idea how desperate I was. How much I wanted, how I wanted to see you again. When I realized... You are part of my happiness. Even when you're being you. You do not know how much I needed to have your presence in my day. I... I... I realized that without you with me, I could never be happier, really. Everything around me seemed 'dull'. So I noticed that I want to share my life, happiness and joys at your side, with you... With everyone that I like. And if it is not so... It does not make sense... Nothing does. Does not mean I'd give up. But, I'm so happy that my last dream has come true. Now I know I did everything I could; I was the best I could be... And I can spend the rest of my life with the most unique and special girl I've ever had a chance to meet... And recognize that I fell in love with her. "
Shock, hesitation and startled eyes...
All replaced by an indescribable sense of 'empty filled'.
"I love you too, Danny. Much more than a friend. I've always wanted to be with you, to feel what it is, really. I always had this 'fall' for you. "
"I know. I think I always knew. But I was afraid... of being rejected. This is a way to get in the way. Of not working out and ruining our friendship. It was already a good relationship I had with you. Be with you every day. And I was afraid... to move on. Of wanting more. To have you as more than my friend. I thought it would be all right in the end. What an idiot I was. How much time did I lose! How long I could have taken advantage of. So much that I wanted to take advantage, but I pushed the 'chance' with excuses and illusions that getting that way was good. That our life would go on, as in a dream of fairy tales. And that's when you left. I lost you... And that's when I realized how much it meant... I was in love. Only when it was already so late. Only when I've done you so bad. I know it was not me, directly. But it was my fault, for my presence in his life. It was my responsibility... "
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"How I hated myself. How I wanted to have exploded in that daydream where I gained my powers. Maybe you had a better life. The chance to be happy with someone. Someone who really deserved you... But one more time... I thought of you. That you could not bear to see me like this and say such nonsense, no matter what. And because of you, again I decided to fight. Fight to move on. Only I knew better than anyone. Without you with me, my life would no longer have happiness. "
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"It took some time before I realized that there was no point in just being 'unmotivated' at home. And that's when I fought. Once again. The last time ... Against the wrong things. I had the opportunity to save my parents... Our parents. Tucker. All the people in town. But it was by the greatest effort. I had to let them go. I had to let myself go. And I had the illusion of freedom. I feel so pathetic. I do not want to think it was an 'escape' from me. I did it because I would not have anything else to do. And I did with my last pride of being a hero. But I do not think I deserve it. Such happiness. My last secret wish... That it was to see you again. What hurts me is that we're stuck here. Like... Like what made you so bad. Ghosts... ".
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"Sorry, but I was 'stuck' with all this. I needed to tell you all this. I needed to hear you, your answer to all this. Even if it's to fight me. It would be the best fight of my life. "
He starts to giggle, something subtle, but that shows how much such an outburst helped him and relieved some of the 'weight' he carried.
"Even if I do not know when a ghost 'is born' or how much 'existence' it has, if you allow me... I want to spend that time with you. Only with you, always. Or never. Depends on the viewpoint".
"Danny... Oh, Danny."
You can imagine, right? The psychological state involved in the climate there. The feminine presence... So hard to show feelings... Crying more than it's allowed for a lifetime. For being in the arms of the best boy you ever met in your life. And for which she fell in love with each new day.
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They both had a lot of regrets about having such a short-lived 'life', but found that while they lasted as ghostly existences, they would have no more to hurt. All the lies, secrets... All the annoyances that the doubts and insecurities have brought, have just been put aside.
Their hearts were at peace.
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"And now, will we be very bored here in the ghost zone? Is the ghost 'life' too monotonous? I know I've been one for a long time, but now it's 'real'. And, should we go and see our family...?"
"No... I do not think so. They would become depressed, upset, or only distressed to see that we have become 'hauntings'. I do not want to disappoint them even more and make them suffer more. Leave it alone. "
"At least... They must think we're no longer trapped in this whole thing about ghosts. They must now imagine that we have attained 'peace of mind'. There-is-there... It would be so hilarious. "
"It kind of does not stop. Even though in the 'condition' of ghost, I reached part of my dreams. We together. Same that here and no guarantee of life time. "
"I know. But... Just imagine... If my parents saw me like this. Hey, yuck...! Our boy is no longer just a ghostly half-freak and has now become a full-time freak. "
They both laughed out loud at this joke and imitation of him.
It was to be unfortunate enough, but their hearts were calm... So quiet they seemed to hardly pump blood... Wait, do they still need the heart to pump 'life'? Well, it's still there, working somehow.
Or would be the fact that they were hugged in a romantic and sweet, as the girl would say...
The boy wrapping her in his embrace... With the girl with her back to him. Both sitting... She in front of him, on his lap.
Well cliche... Well 'movie'.
But it was comfortable. And cozy. The warmth of two souls consoled themselves in the immensity of the 'desert' of despair in search of something. The turbulence of conflicts and obsessions that is the ghost zone, won two more tenants residents... Two who were not even caring for anything in the vicinity... In addition to having met again and to enjoy without fear of their feelings. Which they could not enjoy while alive.
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"It would have been nice to have walked with you around, calling you my girlfriend all the time. My girl... Going to the mall or those very odd 'Goth' shows. Just imagine their antisocial reaction when they come across a boy so sweet and romantic around. Distracting the cold and desolate environment of emotions... ".
"Eh... I'd pay to see and have filming that. Especially if it were from high school, among that people all snobbish and bullies. And all the girls are futile and equally ignorant, realizing our cliché moment. Would our lives be better or would it be yet another motive for us to suffer their retaliation and implication...? "
A small sarcastic breath, then she quickly resumed, knowing he was listening intently.
"I wish I'd kicked in a lot of shins over there for messing with us. I always wanted to do this, but I had to hold on to not expose his secret. So many people there who did not value the incredible boy you are. For each one I could perform a different blow. It gives me even the will to chase them now...! I think it's the urge to haunt others that ghosts feel to get caught up in something 'material'. But I just want to be with you. I do not want to bother anyone... They deserve it or not. It's only with you that I'm going to pass this 'ghost life'. That sounds kind of no-gothic and antisocial, does not it? "
"Truth. It does not sound anything like a gothic feeling. But I prefer it that way. I like it more like that. That all we want to talk about, all our feelings... So be exposed to each other. I do not want to regret not saying what I think; What I want... For you. And I would feel very happy if you shared everything you wanted with me. "
"How about that, then? I'll tell you something very important now and you'll tell me something important in response too. Everything is OK?".
"Everything is OK. Well, agreed. "
"Then, there it goes... Open your ears well and pay attention, because it is very shameful for me to speak and admit."
"R-right."
"I… love you. I just confirmed that! "
His reaction was to the answer.
Cheeks flushed. Watery eyes... And the best smile she's ever seen from him. Her opinion.
And to seal this commitment to keep nothing from each other, they get carried away by that emotion and kiss. The most 'lost' kiss possible. Where their minds wandered... Without the urge to think of anything. Just enjoying the fact that they are 'alive'.
"I... (kiss) You... (another kiss) I love... (and one more) Too much too! (And another sequence)."
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#To be continued...
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Their monologues and questionings of what their lives would be like from there hammered firmly in their minds.
There was no answer to such a question. Or dream that everything would return to normal. Even because their lives have long since ceased to be normal.
At least one chance... And they did.
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Author's final notes
Damn, how this first part of the work gave me work! I am still planning the next chapters and deciding if I make the work extensive, with few chapters or if I post small pieces more often...
I could even ask such a question to you, but very few would answer me... (Now is the time to prove that I am wrong ^^).
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In the first instance I wanted to hold a suspense of those who died... Not that it is so difficult to deduce, but... Then who is this 'scientist' and who will he help. There will be two, but which...? And, finally, the one who will handle all these doubts... And it will have to be Vlad (I have a sarcastic sense, can wait to see ^^). Your apology and lamentation. He taking the interim blame for all the facts; recognizing how foolish he once was in life. And how selfishness can bring out the best of those you love, for he has perceived the pain and loss of her beloved; and understood that he did exactly the same to the young boy. "It's better not to make any more forgives and redeem yourself for such damage in these irreplaceable lives." I will try to demonstrate all this, but I do not know if I will be able to describe so well something so complex and sentimental.
It took me well over a month just to complement this chapter! And yet, I feel he has failed to convey the "right" essence. Maybe it's just my schism, but I did what I could. : P Enjoy.
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A major difficulty I had was developing the lines of the characters... And I feel that Tucker needed more participation. But he will have to wait for the next chapters (just like you ^^).
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For those who know the work S.A.O. these moments will be very striking and will have a beautiful reference with the end of the 'first season' of the anime.
This is a sweet 'romantic moment'. Yes I know. Bleeeeh...
But I like to have such narrative elements in my works. Get used to it. ^^
In fact, this work seems to be almost all made under the influence of such a light novel... But I did not do it intentionally. And it's been over a year now that I have not watched or read S.A.O.
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They do not know how or when a ghost arises; It is formed. Or how much 'lifetime' they have. They only know one thing: From there, this time will be spent like this... Together. Without further separation. Since they have been tied to this very depressing existence, it is to be a ghost; will spend this time as a gift and not equal to a 'hitch'.
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Please be aware that updates will be thrown randomly. I do not have pre-planned content... Not enough. Then there may be a lot of updating or a very severe shortage. But I will start a 'marathon' of works on this category.
Humbly, this is my way of 'honoring' all these years of efforts by the author (Butch Hartman). Recently (perhaps not so much) he stopped working at the renowned drawing company that both offered fantastic content and continues to do so; Nickelodeon.
But he will still provide us with fascinating stories on your new career / life journey.
As I mentioned, this is the only way I found to thank. Produce stories about his work (Danny Phantom) and do not let this content 'turn off'...
I know that I have not the slightest talent to make a 'sequence' of content so beneficial. Or even I have no idea if the author approves or not these 'creative acts' of composing fanfiction on the work.
Well, I'll try my best to create fascinating stories that respect the essence. ^^
Sincerely, an anonymous 'author' who likes this story... That is, me. LOL
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Other references that I will inspire (and that the work itself also took advantage...).
Super man; Logan and X-23 (now we can watch the movie - which represents very well what a wounded person needs to comfort himself); and some other themes (which I do not remember now)... Oh, I also read a lot of the work T.D.G. I do not know if I can put elements of the narrative compatible for this fic. But there may well be similarities. ^^
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Ps.: I like to make the characters cry, get used to it. ^^
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One of the things that annoys me the most (and distracts me most) is washing dishes. I do not like it, but it helps me a lot to think and clear my thoughts. I produce a lot of content when doing such cleaning practice... ^^
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Danny Phantom and Back to the Future are very similar. It is almost like being the same story with other characters and a slightly differentiated aesthetic, and another type of subject approached.
Another similarity is with He-man. It's the same classic hero style with its secrets... Dilemmas and overruns. With great secret powers that no one should know... Even though it is so obvious. And great responsibilities.
LOL
One more reference; I did not even need to talk, did I? Spider-man!
Alright, that's enough... ^. ^
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I did not want to make the play look so dramatic, depressing, and melancholic... And I also feel that it have too much romance to the point of being sick.
But I understand that is precisely what the work needs.
This is not a simple fic, with teenage adventures and attitudes; as we are accustomed to seeing in the official cartoon...
This is a work of actions and consequences. Choices and self-struggle.
Selfishness and character.
Duality and uniqueness...
It's more than the couple... And it's more than I feel comfortable composing.
I guess the characters do not like being written by me. Lol
They suffer greatly and go through many tragedies in my narratives... ^^
You will see in the next chapters and other works of mine. :P
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Reference to a crossover of a cartoon that I saw recently and that served as 'trigger' for the tragic act of the protagonist, Danniel.
Tom and Jerry with Jonny Quest ... The name is Spy Quest!
Another reference, source of inspiration, credited... ^^
I feel like creating a 'universe' similar to what we see on the screen today... Avengers, Assemble! Kkkkk
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Even with so much technology and resources, do not be 'powerless' in this life. Make the difference. Fight... Look. Complete your goal. And smile!
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'Why do I always have to end up losing everything?'
I'm about to make this text a separate fic, as it fits in basically all my other works on it... I can not limit it so much by saying it was something 'just this fic'.
Title of the chapter showing the character's indignation at my line of approach in his stories ... (I, author of these fanfiction... kkkkk). And for him always end up losing something.
Please note that it fits perfectly...
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Dawn of the sixth day of June, two thousand and eighteen. From 00:00 to 01:40.
I have my hands and abdomen PAINED for writing too much and forcing my body too hard! Uhu! I did! I've 'mended' this part of them meeting in the Ghost Zone! Intuitively and with the 'Link of Love'. ^^
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Now yes. Enough !
Until the next chapter and may our good God bless us all. ^^
I want gifts...
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Ps .: I spent almost twenty hours translating this chapter; from the dawn of Thursday to Friday practically whole. So I can only post content this Saturday (06/09/2018).