FIRST FANFIC YAY!
Okay, technically second but first to stay even if I stop after the first damned chapter! I have the entire story planned out, not written, but I know whats gonna happen. Atleast, the big events.
Wanted to revive Danny Phantom. Still love that show.
There won't be any romance in this story, if at all, it will be Danny&Sam. But I'm not really interested in that ship because during the show it's like their trying to shove it down our throat. SUBTLETY PLEASE!?
Also, NO Dan&Danny. If anything this will be brotherly. I dunno though. Not that good at writing yet. But I'll try to make it that they become friends/brothers/family of sorts.
There will be swearing, probably.
P.S. english is not my first language sorry for any mistakes you may find.
He floated in midair, unsure of what to do next. It had been easy, just saying that he was going through with this, but now that he was here...
He felt doubt twist it's way into his stomach. Clockwork probably didn't mean this when he gave his words of advice. But, he couldn't just leave him there... could he?
Sam and Tucker weren't here either to tell him that he was insane for trying what he was trying to do. Not that he would have listened. After all, if this would end bad then Clockwork would have told him to not do what he wanted to do. Unless of course he was forbidden to meddle with the timeline again.
Though, Danny doubted that the observants could stop the time ghost if he truly wanted to change the timeline... right?
This was getting complicated, too many would be scenarios.
Sighing he gently pushed himself through the air, gliding through the time ghost's layer.
The strange clocktower-like building appeared vacant. The time master was probably dealing with the observants. God knows what they could be complaining about, it seems they are never quite happy with Clockwork no matter what he did.
Then again, maybe the time ghost annoyed them on purpose, Danny swore that secretly Clockwork enjoyed pushing them to their limits. Understandable, if his existence were based on simply watching, Danny too would take every opportunity to piss off his... employers (?).
Danny snorted at that thought, after all not many know that underneath all that wisdom and knowledge Clockwork was a huge troll. Danny, sadly, learned that firsthand.
He supposed it had its advantages, knowing everything. Clockwork never could give a simple answer, riddles were always the way to go, or maybe Danny simply had trouble understanding Clockwork's line of thought.
'You've given erveryone else in your life a second chance, why not you?'
Had that been a question? Or a demand? He had winked, that means there had been more to what he said, right?
Shaking his head to clear out his thoughts Danny stopped for a moment, anxiously letting his gaze wander from one clock to another. He was overthinking this. It's not like he was gonna change his mind now. He's already here.
The ticking of all the clocks was making him anxious. Who needed so many clocks anyway? Maybe he should give Clockwork some some advice for interior design.
He was getting of topic. Procrasinating. Putting of the work. Avoiding the problem. Delaying. Postponing. Hesita- STOP.
"GAAAAAH!" With a yell of frustration Danny turned towards one of the many shelves placed against the walls. Quickly skimming over the books and clocks placed on top.
"I wonder where he put it..." angrily mumbling to himself Danny turned towards another shelf and repeated the same progress. "It's probably well hidden..."
He stopped for a second, narrowing his eyes in thought "at least, I sure hope it is?"
He was silent for a moment before he spoke aloud again "Or rather somewhere where Clockwork can easily keep an eye on it..."
Flying towards one of the many clog-shaped mirror-portal-things Danny froze. The image was pure static. It was the only one though.
The others all showed different everyday scenarios.
A little girl with pigtails walking home from school.
A father cooking in the kitchen with the children in the background.
Two boys playing ball in a garden.
A mother braiding her daughters hair.
Static.
Maybe the Mirror was defect? Could be why Clockwork was gone.
"Getting of topic again Danny... stop procrasinating. Find the thermos. Take the thermos. Place down another thermos. Go home. See Jazz, I can plan out my actions... Stop talking to yourself, if Clockwork came back right now he would think you're insane."
Biting his tongue Danny cast a look towards the entrance as if expecting the time ghost to enter at that exact moment.
He didn't.
Breathing out a sigh of relief Danny returned to his self assigned task. Finding the thermos containing Dan.
He shivered.
A chill ran down his spine at the thought of his future self. It was thanks to pure luck and Clockworks meddeling that he had managed to beat him.
So where would Clockwork hide an all powerful ghost that managed to travel back in time, fooled his past friends and family and almost killed them in cold blood?
A slap echoed through the ghost's layer followed by a groan. "Why would the master of time need to hide anything, he knows everything!" Nobody would be able to surprise and steal something from him since he knew it would be happening.
Okay, so a more obvious 'hiding place'. Surveying the room again Danny flew infront of a cabinet and slowly opened its doors, peaking inside. Empty. Well, and a single pocket watch.
Alright, useless.
Opening another cabinet he quickly glanced over its contents. A few books and another clock (this was getting ridiculous. Was he obsessed with clocks or some- oh).
"Clockworks obsession is time..."
Carefuly closing the doors Danny resumed his search. It was actally quite obvious, now that he thought about it. But still he shouldn't know about it. Even he knew that a ghosts obsession was private, very much so. It was what made the ghost who they were. And telling another about it, was the biggest sign of trust a ghost could give.
That he knew Clockworks obsession felt like a huge invasion of privacy. Which it was.
With a sigh (he was doing that alot today he noticed absent mindedly) Danny focused on finding the thermos.
"Nothing I can to about it now."
After almost searching the entire building Danny found what he fenton thermos.
Used as a paper weight...
He couldn't help the small snort that escaped him. Oh, what was his nightmare reduced to. Clockwork didn't even need one, all the pages beneath were blank. 20 bucks say that Clockwork did that to piss Dan off. Grinning now, Danny snatched the thermos, jumping slightly at the annoyed hiss coming from inside, before placing an identical one on top of the stack of paper.
Well, maybe not identical. The thermos in his hand was bent, there were many bumps and edges even an indentation of a face potruded outwards to greet him with a grin.
Swallowing the lump in his throat Danny took the unmarred thermos of the paper...
And proceded to repeatedly slam it against the table, before blasting it a few times with his ectoplasmic rays. Throwing it around the room a couple times for good measure.
Setting the thermos he now dubbed 'dan can' aside he picked up the other one and surveyed the damage done.
Good. Looks similar enough. Slightly burned (how did DAN do that from the inside?) covered in little bumps and bent.
He wouldn't be able to copy the face though, so this would have to do. Placing it back on the stack of paper Danny took the 'dan can' into his hands and marched out of Clockworks layer, taking of into the ghost zone.
Intent on being home before dinner