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Greetings fellow Phans! Since it is October, er...ECTober, I figured now was as good a time as any to start my oneshot series in this forgotten yet totally awesome fandom!
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Danny Fenton wondered sometimes why he tolerated Dash Baxter. Rather, he wondered why his ghost half tolerated Dash Baxter.
Dash was a bully, sure, and not that bright when it came to academics.
But he was also needlessly cruel, deriving pleasure from tormenting anyone he felt inclined to hurt or shove into a locker that day. His actions were akin to a malicious ghost rather than a middle school jock.
Danny had better control over his ghost half than Vlad Plasmius, wich was obvious in that he was not driven to do malicious deeds very often, as Vlad was prone to do.
But sometimes, the urge to haunt and terrify one jock just would not leave him alone, especially when he was the target of a pole wedgie.
Such as right now for instance.
Here he hung, his pants hooked onto the tallest flagpole Dash could find. Oh sure, he could go intangible and fly off, but he was busy doing something no one, not even Sam, knew he did on a regular basis:
Conversing with his ghost half.
Looking from the outside, as his friends and Jazz did, it may seem that Fenton and Phantom were one and the same. In the beginning that was true, but as he matured in his powers and abilities, his ghoist half became a separate part of his consciousnmess. The ghostly urges grew, his mental state was slowly going to war with itself because he was the Halfa. So almost every day, the ghost boy engaged in what he liked to call 'diplomatic councils' with the growing ghost instinct inside him.
We must avenge ourselves! This brick-for-brains fleshboy has humiliated us for the last time!
"That isn't the way I work. Yes, Dash is frustrating. Yes, he's a major annoyance. But that's about it. Box ghost is more of a threat to...us...than Dash."
Box Ghost does not go out of his way to humiliate us! Dash Baxter must be taught a lesson!
"Honestly, did you learn nothing from Poindexter?! If...we...do something in retaliation we're no better than the bully! Frankly, this is no big deal, really. Simmer down...everything is gonna be ok. Dash will get his one day, but not by...us..."
His ghost half seemed to ponder his points.
Very well. Dash will be spared for now. We will get our revenge, Fenton. We Need revenge to exist. We are a ghost. We feed on negative emotion. Revenge will still us for a bit.
"I know." Danny sighed, the weight of what he was kicking him full in the gut "That's why you need me to balance you out. I'm the tether for our conscience. And for now, I'm the stronger half. So take a nap. I've gotta get down now, and I don't want to splat."
The ghost instinct grew silent, and Danny got down with some effort, then trudged home, feeling weighted but in a way, happy.