It's A Dog's Life
Forget-Me-Not Blooms
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Bonjour, my friends. Couldn't decide what I wanted to update today...randomly picked this one again. Meh. It's cute. ^^
Am hoping this update is okay. As of right now, TJ's a still very absentminded little guy, so different scenes are going to be in a bit of a "choppy" formation until they're properly stitched together. Poor little puppy misses Danny so much....!
I hope pearl WILL restore Danny back home...because, well, distraught it will make Vlad....I reread the first few chapters on a whim just a few weeks ago when I had nothing else to do, and wound up wishing for the billionaire's premature demise for a bit.....D:....oh, dear. :( The guy's so torn up inside, he decided to replicate that effect in Danny. Poor Jazz was hurting so badly....and Vlad just watched Danny suffer agony that was, quite possibly, a thousand times worse. Kind his intentions are for Danny now, I seriously want the kid to be happy.
Kind of like we all want Prince Phantom to be in DOAS, but we all know it's just not going to be sunshine and roses for him and his family. Soon enough, Danny's going to find out...and Desiree and Vlad will have some 'splaining to do. Poor guy.....
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. But I do own this side-shot. TJ's a little cutie, isn't he...? ^^ (Still am more of a kitty person, but Dalmatians are nice, too.)
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Quote:
"The best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of its master."
My tummy rumbles a bit. Breakfast-seems to be an eternity ago.
Thinking fondly of the wonderful-wonderful-wonderful-time-when-I-boarded-on-the-back-of-the-large-slightly-dented-silver-craft, and I helped-myself-to-a-yummy-gourmet-buffet, much to my namesake with the very chewable hat's dismay, I wonder vaguely what's for lunch. I'm starving.
......well, my tummy-has-a-mind-of-its own, and I'm always hungry because of it-pardoning-splendid-oh-boy-yes-wonderful-nice-happy-good-bright-playtime, and sleeping.
....unless I'm dreaming of Danny slipping me a piece of something yummy underneath the table. Then, not only is my dream wistful, I'm even hungrier when I wake up.
Sniffing interestedly at a nearby spider-who-has-made-it-past-Danny's-mother's-cleaning-barrage, which she-sometimes-does-when-she-is-particularly-unhappy-about-guess-who, and-wants-to-not-play-with-me, but with-a-fuzzy-feathery-stick-that-she waves around, and makes-me-sneeze-every time-I-try-to-sniff-it.
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I watch the spider busily begin to weave its web, wishing it-did-not-want-me-to-go-away so it could work in peace. I wanted someone to play with. Now. Even that-darn-chipmunk that-escapes-me every time I-try-to-chase-chase-chase-it by scurrying up a tree, and simply watches me as I happily run around the tree trunk, and yip.
Again, I wonder what's for lunch as I scratch absentmindedly at my ear with my paw.
Well....it's usually-yum-delicious-oh-boy-kibble, but sometimes, Jazz gives me a treat, or-sneaks-me-a-piece-of-Danny's-mother's-delicious-delicious-excellent-wonderful-cooking if I do something she thinks-tells-her-I-am-a-good, nice boy.
I thump my tail proudly at the thought, and-I-drool-a-little-bit as I remember the biscuit-Sam-gave-me-yesterday. I hope she brings another one soon. Sometimes, I get-one-in-occasions-like when-I-found-the-black-gleaming-shiny-large-ring-in-scary-scary-not-good-bad-vibes-still-smelled-of-Danny-in-places-I-wanted-to-sleep-in, and-brought-it-back-as-a-souvenir-after-violet-eyes-whom-my-master-has an obvious crush on, Jazz, and the boy-with-a-very-chewable hat came to the big-big-house-with-stone-dark-corridors-with-bloody-red-red-eyes-in-the-darkness....
At last pulling myself up, I stretched ever so slightly, yawned, and stared blearily around the den, panting a bit.
Now, aside from being bored, I-am-scared, if-that-is-possible.
That was not-a-good-fun-chase-memory. Things-blew-up-and-red-lights-were-flashed-and-the-young-tingly-aura-girl-with-the-belying-face-and-the-mysterious-odd-odd-odd-not-normal-unknown-vibes did-not-want-to-play.
And, the one-with-golden-eyes.....who-loomed-from-the-shadows, and-!
I yip slightly at the memory, ears flattening themselves on the sides of my head. I did-not-like-those-thoughts. I-preferred-to-think-of-the-odd-green-glowing-metal-that-had-made-Sam-so-very-angry, and the little-soft-soft-couch-that-had-smelled-so-very-much-like-Danny.
Those were nice thoughts.
As I leapt onto the nearby, living room sofa, knowing that it was not-quite-the-same as the couch I wanted to nap upon, I wagged my tail lightly as I recalled tugging the bracelet out, and having Sam-Jazz-and Tucker pat me on the head, and telling me I was a good boy. That was nice to hear.
Now feeling slightly antsy, hoping that Jazz would come home-soon-like-right-now-and-pat-me-on the head and give me a treat, I leapt off the couch, and scurried to the stairs, deciding I needed a little exercise.
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It's-too-nice of a day to be left inside. I whimper slightly, sad-to-be-left-out. Whatever fun is there in that?
But, as I am now quickly making my way up the stairs, I -notice-to-my happiness, that-I-am-getting-ever-so-much-bigger then how I used to be. When-Danny-was-around, I was-so-tiny-small-but-surely-still-ferocious, I believe-that I had to hop up the steps, one at a time, to keep up with him. Sometimes, he used to carry me-up-and-down the steps, telling me what-a-nice-boy-I-was as he patted my head.
I miss that. My spirits sink slightly, even as I bound up the last step, faintly wondering what I should do now. The-house-was-too-quiet. I do not like things to be quiet. I-like-to-hear-small BOOMS-coming-from-the-basement as Jack-who-can-eat-more-then-I-can-breaks something, and Maddie-violet-eyes-who-looks-sad-when-she-sometimes-goes-to-her-son's-room-at-night, and I watch her-sleep from the doorway, my-tail-not-happy-or-wagging. And I don't want to chase it.
A few days ago, Maddie came home and cried and cried and cried. It was not-good-to-watch, because when people make rain from their eyes, I can now tell that it's-normally-not-very-good. Maddie's-violet-eyes-went-puffy-red-wet, and-Jack-made-rain-from-his eyes, too, even-as-he-held-her. I couldn't-understand-what-they-were-saying, though I heard the word "Danny" a few times, which always makes me happy....till-I-remember-he-is-not-around-to-play-with-me.
And then, I-wonder-if-I-will-make-pearly-orbs-fall-too.
I-noticed-that-the-previously-nice-nice-day-had turned-gray-rain-coming-soon, not good. I watched-it-fall-outside, and watched the-tears-fall-from the inside, before I came and laid my head-on-Maddie's-lap, listening to-the-ripping-noises, and feeling her-frame-shake as I faintly listened to, not-quite-comprehending-exactly-what-they were saying.....
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"Your son is safe....."
Maddie moaned, and buried her face-in-gloved-hands as Jack embraced her, very-not-like-him-quiet.
"Oh, Jack.....the Wisconsin Ghost has him! My little boy! HE HAS MY LITTLE BABY BOY!"
With that, Maddie-purple-eyes-continued-to-weep as-Jack's-big-hands-found-her-back, his teeth-grit, as if-he-were-biting-back-a-cry-himself as Maddie resumed speaking-ripping-sobbing-whimpering.
"Safe.....how SAFE can my son be in that despicable...THING'S filthy hands?!"
I had whimpered, and-drew-back-slightly. Maddie's-voice-had-risen-to-an-anguished-shout, the so called "hysterics" that Jazz had accused Sam of getting into-when-they'd-raised-voices-angrily-at-one-another just a-few-days-ago. Hysterics-is-a-funny-word, but-it-seems-to-mean-yell-scream-cry-not-good-not-nice-sounds. I hid under the bed as Tucker-cowered-when-the-two-had-yelled.
It-is-not-funny-to-me-anymore. I watched at the doorway, pacing anxiously as Maddie continued to-weep.
"What if he's been locked up, Jack? What if the Wisconsin-ghost-is-hurting-my-Danny?"
"Mads.....Mads....shhh, sweetheart. Shhhhh."
The-expression-on-Jack's-face-was-scary. Not-nice. Like-he-wanted-to-do....something-not-good. Like when-the-tingly-shadow-people-sent-red-lights-and-booms-around the place, and-not-friendly-tingly like Danny but so much colder had scared me away.
Jack's big-fist-had-clenched, so-much-that-it-was-shaking.
"I SWEAR, WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON THAT FILTHY SPOOK, I'M NOT JUST GONNA DEMOLISH IT, ATOM BY ATOM-I'M GOING TO RIP IT TO PIECES! HE'LL PAY FOR THIS!"
That was when I had-scurried away-under-the-couch. But I could still hear the-distress.
"J-J-Jack, we had it....."
Maddie whimpered, and continued-the-stream-of-pearls-from-her-eyes. I-could-tell, because-when-the-pearls-appear, they-also-come-in-people's-voices, making them-wobbly.
"We had that specter cornered...but it got away! I'm so sorry, sweetie....when it spoke about Danny, after a-all these m-months....I...I-I just....."
She faltered.
Orange-jumpsuit-that-was-smaller-then-it-used-to be hugged Maddie as I anxiously-peered-around the corner from the sofa, noticing that-the-yells-that-made-my-ears-hurt were fading softly as Jack drew Maddie-into-another-tight-embrace, his voice soft again.
"Mads, we'll FIND him. I'll tear up the entire state of Wisconsin, if I have to! At least we finally have a lead!"
Danny's-mother-continued-to-cry-into-his-shoulder-as-he-patted-her-head. My tail wagged a bit at the gesture. Judging by-his-soothing tone, he was telling Maddie she was-a-good-girl. Being told I'm-a-good-boy always-cheers-me-up.
"The next time we see the old spook, we'll just hold him down and make him give us answers! Then, as soon as we get shove him directly into the Ghost Zone, we'll take the RV and find wherever the heck he's holdin' our son-in his lair in the specter dimension....or...."
He paused.
"Wisconsin itself! Who knows-maybe Vladdie can help us out! Once we get a lock on Danny's location, maybe he'll lend us a hand! Don't give up hope, Maddycakes. We'll have our little boy back soon enough."
I-noted-that-Jack-was-always-usually-peppy-happy-encouraging. Maybe-that-was-why-Maddie-managed-a-weak-watery-trembling-but-still-a-smile as they-hugged-once again, and the two settled-to-the-kitchen-table, no doubt readying to talk seriously-boring-not-interesting again, which was only made occasionally nice when Danny's name came up.
It was....good to hear.
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As I absentmindedly wander into Jazz's-nice-smelling-room, sniffing at random things in general, I shake my head ever so slightly, trying-to-get-the-bad-thoughts-out-out-out.
Or....at-least, the-ones-that-make-me-sad-to-remember.
I miss him.
With a sigh, I scurry around-Jazz's-room, leaping-onto-her-windowsill, where she has-thankfully-left-the-window-open, letting-a-nice, warm-breeze-enter-the-room. I thumped my tail happily for-a-minute-or-two, considering-giving-chase. Then, it flops-slightly, and, as I perch-on-the-wood-warm-from-drinking-up-sunlight, I sigh again, dropping my head on my paws.
I-wonder-if-Danny-can-see-that-it-is-nice-outside? I wonder-if-he-has-gone-into-his-tingly-shadow-walking-gliding-form, and-if-he-is-gliding-somewhere-nice, with-a-cool-soft-gentle-breeze-ruffling-silver-hair.
I wonder-if-he's-thinking-about-me?
I decide that that's a good-thought, and-my-tail-begins-to-wag-again. Though-I-decide-to-graciously-let-it-be....for now. I'm still-up-for-a-rematch.
As-I-watch-late-springtime butterflies flutter-about-the-area, poking my head out ever-so-slightly-and-enjoying-the-nice-good-scent-of-outside, with-white-and-puffy-torn.....white and puffy and soft-looking-sky-water-in-the-sea-of-soft-cobalt-that-is-nice.
I wriggle again, breathing-in-the-scent-of-no-longer-cold-wet-damp-air-that-had-faded-to-be-warm-and-soft. But something else was in-the-air. It-was-the-strong-scent-of-the sun-readying-itself-to-delve-upon-the-world-while-bumble-bumble-buzz-buzz-not-very-friendly-fuzzy-yellow-bees-drifted-about-summertime-plants-that-were-pretty-and-smelled-nice-and-made-you-sneeze-and-those-little-dark-flowers-Sam-liked-so-much.
My-head-still-on-my-paws, I-remember-the-patch-of-the-dark-blue-flowers-that-were-at-the-park, overlooking an abandoned hill. Sam-liked-them-very-much. The one-time-I-was-at-her-fancy-fancy-sharp-scent-that-made-my-nose-prickle-and-itch-home, they were in a pot-beside-a-picture-image-covered-with-glass-that-had-a-minature-namesake-of-mine-with-a-very-chewable-hat, Sam....
.....and Danny. I had-tried-to-lick-him, but my tongue only met glass, much-to-Sam's-amusement......
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After getting-stiff-stiff-from not moving-for-so-very-long, I stretched lightly, and leapt onto Jazz's desk, being careful-not-to-disturb-the-very-chewable-looking-Bearbert, and, with that, I bounded out of her room, faintly-trying-to-find-something-else-to-do-in-the-hall.
I-did-not-want-to-sleep. There-was-no-fun-in-that! I whined slightly as I glanced at-violet-eyed-Danny's-mother-and-father's room, not really very interested. Perhaps-I-could-find-the-lab, and see what there was-to-see-near-the-blinking-lights-and-odd-smells-and, as-Sam-put-them, "Stupidly-named-devices-with-homing-trackers," whatever-that-meant.
But, my eyes fell on Danny's door, which was always kept-a-crack-open. I-think-Jazz does it to let me-in-at-night. My tail wags at that, and, this time, I don't mind giving chase.
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I have to admit, that darn thing-just-keeps-getting-faster. As-I-lie-on the floor, waiting for-the-room-to-stop-spinning so I could get off, I pant heavily, rubbing at my nose slightly with my paw. Soon enough, I was going to get my tail, and-get-it-good!
But, as I slowly become-less-room-spinning-dizzy-dizzy-dizzy and inch to-my-favorite haunt, I-think-of-Jazz-teal-eyes-again, and-when-Danny's-father-comes-in-to-the-room.
Some nights, when I go to Danny's room and smell his scent-which, to my distress, is beginning to-fade-ever-so-slightly, though-I-know-it-better-then-any-other. If I-am-afraid-of-it-fading, I go to his-closet. When I was smaller, I-used-to-curl-up-in-his-sock-boxes-when-I-came-home-from-Tucker's-home.....
.....and-Danny-was-not-there.
Oh, no.
As I leap on Danny's bed, my-eyes-feel-like-dropping-pearls-again.
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Anyhoo, as I jump onto-Danny's bed, I am reminded of-when-Jack-grey-eyes-comes-in-here.
And, the confidant-happy-tear-shadow-walkers-apart-molecule-by-molecule-smile-fades-for-a-bit-as-I-watch. I-wonder-why. Why-is-he-not-happy-to-be-in-Danny's-room? People-should-smile-more-around-it. It smells-like-Danny, and it's nice to fall-asleep-under-a-sea-of-soft-soft-green-glowy-stars.
Usually, he sits-on-the-bed, chin-in-his-hands-as-I-make-my-way-over-to-him, tail wagging. Normally, he-only-gives-me-a-small-pat-or-two, which-is-very-very-nice, and calls-me-a-good-boy-before-leaving, confidant look-back-restored-returned when he-steps-back-out.
I don't get it. It is not a mean place. Danny-is-certainly-not-not-mean. Why would-he-feel-sad-around-it? Why-doesn't-he-come-around-it-more-often?
And why will he-only drop his-confidence-spunk-very-yes-good-courage-ready-for-anything-smile-around-this-small-nice-nice-nice-good-place?
As I stare-out-of-Danny's window, watching-the-backyard-trees-sway-blow-brush-softly-with-a-strong, clean-smelling-wind. At-least, the ripples-that-spread-from-my-spine-at-the-slight, whispering-faint-soft-faint-faint-faint-sound-make-me-think-it-does.
I curl up-on-Danny's bed, remembering-when-Danny-had-been-back-here-for-the-shortest-shortest-glorious-too-small-not-long-enough-not-forever-period-of-time.....
It had been late.
I HAD been readying to go to-my-master-Danny's-room-to-curl-up-for-the-night, but Maddie-purple-eyes-had-been there, Danny's pillow pressed-into-her-chest.
And she had been-dropping-pearls-from-her-eyes. Even-if-I-didn't-really-understand-what-it-meant-yet, her-aura-sensus-around-her-around-her-vibe....
.....................it-was-very-very-rainy.
I had-decided.....to-leave-her-alone-for-a-bit.
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I had been napping-on-a-rug, and dreaming of-the-sheets-I-had-played-with-at-Tucker's-house. I missed them. They-were-very-good-for-play.
I had grumbled slightly, curling-more-deeply-into-my-ball, remembering the-slight, swish, swish, swish of the sheets as I had sprinted around the room, panting slightly as I spun-and-twisted, occasionally-scurrying-into-a-wall-by-acci-
......
I had stirred ever-so-slightly, blinking-blearily-sleepily-puzzedly, not knowing-what-had-stirred-me.
And, then, I had-froze-froze-froze-froze-froze-froze, as a violently-tingling, desperately familiar-vibration-and-aura-and-
And.....
Immediately, I-was-scurrying-scurrying-scurrying-up, my-heart-singing-under-my-ribs-as-I-continued-to-scurry, but-not-getting-anywhere as-I-did-so, the rug-flying-from-underneath me, so-happy-so-happy-so-happy-had-to-hurry-had-to-run-had-tohurryhurryHURRYHURRYHURRY-!
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I felt him.
I-had-felt-Danny.
He-had-come-back.
I flew down the hall, barking and yipping with-as-much-force-as-I-could-muster, my-heart-still-singing-and-beating-like-a-zippy, fluttery-hummingbird.
He had come back home.
Come-back-home. Back-to-Jazz-and-Violet-eyes-Danny's-mother-and-grey-eyed-Danny's-father.
And-my-master, the-one-I-can't-ever-ever-ever-forget, came home-to-me.
To play.
Play, play, play!
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Even-as-I-sprinted-to-his-room, not-seeing-him-but FEELING him-I made-a-beeline-for-him, streaking-across-the-hall, yipping-with-euphoric-delight.
Oh, boy, splendid, fantastic-better-then-a-thousand-treats, wondrous-!
The tingling aura-was-making-its-way-forward, but, even-as-I-bolted-towards-the-obscure-not-there-but-there-invisible-air-that-was-shadow-walking-DANNY.
I heard-his-startled-gasp, and, as I screeched to an abrupt stop in-front-of-the-Danny-hue-that-was-MY-Danny, barking my joy for all it was worth, my tail-wagging-so excitedly that it was-creating-slight-thud-thud-thud-noises-against-the-nearby-wall.
But I was-too-full-of-tingling-tingling-anticipation-euphoria-joy-joy-joy-joy to mind, much.
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I continued-to-yip-my-cheer, waiting-for-Danny-to-become-touchable-physical-Danny-I-can-lick-and-lick-and-hug-and-kiss-and-jump-on-him.
I missed him.
I missed him so much.
He began to speak-again, much-to-my-enjoyment. Were-we-playing-already? Hide-and-seek?
The aura-that-was-Danny-whispered-frantically.
"Shhh! TJ, no!"
I inched forwards, still yipping. I-wanted-everyone-awake. I-wanted-them-to-know-Danny-was-here. I wanted-hugs-and-cheers-and-laughs-and-energy.
Right now.
But, most of all, I wanted Danny-to-come-out-and-play.
The door on the right-that-smelled-of-Jazz's-nice-nice-girly-scent-had-light-flicker-underneath-the-crack, making-me-only-bark-even-louder. Excellent. Jazz-would-be-so-happy!
I-heard-not-there-but-there-Danny-take-a-sharp-gasp.
And freeze as a head peeked out, teal-eyes-looking-annoyed-as-a-slight-whisper-hiss-escaped-from-her-lips.
"TJ! Be quiet! You're going to wake up Mom and Dad!"
I felt-the-Danny-hue-slowly-begin-to-back-away, making-me-panic-panic-panic.
I didn't want-him-to-go. Not now.
Not ever.
I-wanted-him-to-stay. To play.
With me.
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Still barking, louder-then-ever, I-continued-to-pursue-his-drifting-figure, whining slightly as my tail-continued-to-bat-back-and-forth, back-and-forth, frisky-thing-that-it-was.
Danny-invisible-hue-continued-to-float, but-I-kept-advancing, occasionally-yipping-as-Jazz-let-out-a-defeated-sigh-and-sleepy-sleepy-yawn-before-speaking. I-was-bewildered. I-could-not-see-Danny-Danny-Danny, but I FELT him.
Couldn't she?
"Fine, I'll let you out!"
I-whipped-my-head-to-her-back-to-my-Danny-shadow, but it-was-now-quickly-floating-down-the-steps-!
Not-in-the-least-discouraged, I continued-to-bark, and-I-awkwardly-made-my-way-down-the-steps-after-him, feeling-the-hue-of-Danny-float-high-high-to-the-ceiling, pausing slightly-as-I-ran-directly-under-his-aura, running-around-and-around-and-around- as I twirled, trying-to-make-Jazzy-see-and-understand....!
But Jazz simply-yawned-again, not-understanding-not-getting-too-very-sleepy.
This-was-not-good.
