WADDUP CROWBLOODS! It's yo boi Crow back at it, ready to work hard! What? You thought I gave up on this story? You were WRONG! What did I tell you!? No less than 300k words for this badboy! Now I know I haven't updated in a while. I'm not gonna say I didn't have the time, that would just be an terrible excuse. Honestly I was just really lazy. With Me being a Jr this year and the job I had since early Feb, when I got home, I just felt like sleeping. BUT, it seems your boi has a free period that he has nothing to do with. Sooooo, lets GET IT! Hope I haven't gotten rusty!

When Danny and his daughter got home they transformed back into their base forms in the basement. With Dani holding his hand, they walk up the basement stairs to see Jazz in the kitchen eating some toast with jam on it. Normally that wouldn't have caught his attention but for some reason she just had the goofiest smile on her face. Jazz being giddy is not normal. Danny instantly turned suspicious.

"What's up niece, how was your girls night?" Jazz says with a happy tune. It seems her smile is contagious by the big grin Dani gives back as she answers.

"Nothing much, I had fun at Ember house, whats got my favorite aunt so happy?" Danny would honestly like to know too. He loves his sister dearly and always wants her to be happy but that smile was starting to freak him out. She did something. She did something and he needs to know what.

"Firstly, I'm you're only aunt.' Jazz snorts out.

"Doesn't make my statement any less true." Dani interrupted with a shrug.

"And secondly, I know that you'll be staying in your father's room for a little while. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything so I called in some favors-"

"Favors?" Danny interjected wondering what she was talking about.

"Yes favors, and I contacted some associates-"

"Associates?" Does she even have friends to associate with?

"Yes associates, and out of the goodness in my heart, decided to furnish Danny's room a bit." Danny's stomach seems to drop at the hidden meaning. He flinches back as if been hit. Too many questions fly through his head at once but before he can pick one his body moves on his own. He runs up the stairs and rushes into his bedroom. Danny's eyes widen in horror at what he sees.

While she didn't take too many things OUT of his room, she sure did put a lot of things IN. The previously blue carpet has been replaced with a pink one with a unicorn on it. The horn of the unicorn seems to be emitting some type of rainbow beam as it flies through the air.

Are unicorns even supposed to fly?!

His bed was fully mad, one good thing at least, but his usual gray covers were gone and what was there instead is a bright purple cover that seems to sparkle.

Is that glitter?!

Above his head on the wall his cool astronaut paintings were still up there, thank god, but 3 other paintings of the teletubbies, Barney, and Clifford respectively were also put up. On his usually empty dressers were what seemed like THOUSANDS of barbie dolls that seems to stare at his soul. An entirely pink NEW dresser was also added much to his dismay. On top of this one were plushies and stuffed toys, each color coordinated to look like a rainbow. Or at least big fluffy skittles.

Now that he looked around, the glitter wasn't JUST on his bed. Pink glitter was everywhere! It's like she just took a bottle and poured it all- is that an empty bottle?!

True to his observations, under his bed, barely visible, is a empty bottle of glitter. Danny seemed to have trouble controlling his body as his eye started to twitch against his will. His hands mysteriously started to rise from his side as he was, for some reason, making a choking motion towards his sister direction. The fact that said sister was standing there without a care in world, still smiling seemed to make his mysterious condition worse as his twitching eye seemed to increase its pace. Danny, to the best of his ability, began to try and calm himself. After a couple of breathing exercises, he chuckled.

"Nice try dear sister, but Danielle was originally supposed to be a clone for me remember. No way would she like this-" Danny couldn't finish his sentence as a sudden scream came from beside him. Dani rushed towards the dresser where the stuffed toys were and picked up an bunny one. Holding it in her arms she screezes it with the biggest smile he's ever seen on her.

Danny could do nothing as his jaw almost hit the floor in disbelief. He could hear Jazz trying, and failing, to hold back her laughs beside him. Hearing them seemed to reboot his eye twitching faze without much difficulty.

Dani, finally realizing that she was being watched looked up embarrassed and put the bunny back on his dresser. She clears her throat as she tries to regain her composure.

"W-what's with all this girly stuff aunt? There's no way I would like these kinds of things. You can throw all of this into the trash where it belongs." Dani sits on the sparkling bed and crosses her arms while looking away for the older Fentons. Danny and Jazz looked at each other and chuckles before Danny sat next to her on the bed. He puts his arm around her and brings the young phantom into his chest.

"It's alright Danielle. You're a young girl, it's not a problem if you like this kind of stuff. While you were intent to be nothing but a clone of me, this just proves further that you are your own person. You have your own likes, dislikes, favorite songs, and amazing dreams. You should never hide who you are or what you like from me, understand? I will always accept you, no matter what." Danielle looks up at her father with a tiny blush on her cheeks for being so close.

"You promise?" Danny nodded with a smile, "Does that mean we can keep the things aunty brought?" he froze for a second, his body stiffening. With force and the great will to conquer nation and suffer through hell, he nods once more. Dani tackles into his stomach while hugging him tight.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Danny chuckles and pat her head, telling her that it's no problem. Jazz watches from the side with a small smile. She couldn't help but be proud at her younger brother. It takes a lot to raise a kid, and not everyone can do it. He'll turn into a fine man one day, and an even better father. She looks at Danny, not helping but noticing that he's grown muscle in all the right place. Not too much to be a bodybuilder, but not so little that he's scrawny like he used to be. 'A swimmer's body' she assessed. She couldn't help that small frown that popped up.

We can never have children ourselves can we? She shakes her head, admonishing herself. Well of course not, these feeling will go away way before an opportunity to have s-s-s...procreate pop up. I mean chance! Not opportunity! She sighs quietly, watching Danny and Danielle wrestle on the bed, laughing and playing together. What is wrong with me?

Danny eventually got over his sparkle pink colored room and the rest of the day flew by with him, Jazz, and Dani talking to each other. At around 11 pm his parents finally came back from the convention. They of course went into both Danny and Jazz's room to make sure they were okay and cought Danny and Danielle cuddling under the now purple cover. Surprised at the new scenery in her son's room, maddie speaks up.

"Aww Jack honey, Danny made his room more girly just so his little cousin could feel comfortable. Isn't he the sweetest?" she whispers to her husband. Jack smiles with a nod at his son.

"That's my boy, always willing to do the right thing, just like his old man." looking closer at Danielle, Jack frowns. "It's strange that I don't remember who she is though. I don't even know her name." Maddie rolls her eyes at this.

"Oh please, you don't even remember what you ate for breakfast this morning. Your horrible memory is nothing new. I'm glad they're okay, hearing about that mascre today had me worried." Maddie says with a hand on her cheek. Jack quietly nods with a serious expression.

"Come on, let's give them some privacy."

The older Fentons quietly walk out of the room and closes the door. Without delay, Danny's eyes burst open. A nervous sweat rolls down his cheek. That was close, i'm glad they are so easy going. He carefully slips out of the covers and out of the bed. He couldn't just go intangible because Danielle was snuggling next to him and she would turn intangible with him if they were connected.

Regardless of his efforts though, Danielle wakes up groggily. "Daddy...where are you going?" she asks trying to clear her eyes. Danny sighs and pats her head.

"I have to patrol sweetheart, go back to sleep." he says with a kiss on her cheeks. As he goes to get back up she weakly grabs his arm, to sleepy to even be embarrassed.

"Let me help." Without even pondering he quickly declines.

"You're grounded young lady. Now go back to sleep." he ordered. Danielle pouts, but does as he says, and lays her head back down on her pillow with a huff. Finally ready to go, he flys out of the house and heads to Tucker and Sam's houses. They both were already dressed in the Phantom Gear and ready to go. Sneaking them out was to easy and everything went perfectly without a hitch. Dropping them both on the sidewalk he drops his invisibility. Without out it, someone would know doubt see 3 kids flying in the sky and that would raise all sorts of unwanted questions.

All 3 of them were wearing some Fenton Phones to stay in touch and had a Fenton Thermos to capture ghosts. Sam and Tucker both had a Fenton Specter Deflector, Fenton Wrist Ray, and Jack O' Nine Tails. Finally they are both wearing a hazmat suit like Danny with the Phantom logo on the shoulder that had a hoodie attached to hide their face.

"Tucker, you go North, if you meet and especially powerful ghost, contact us. Sam, you go East, and same thing to you. If you meet someone powerful, contact us." Danny orders without hesitation. He then closes his eyes and focus on the ectoplasm inside of him. He than splits it in half and forces it out of his body all at once. A perfect copy of himself appeared next to him with a smirk. Danny himself though had his hands on his knees and panting heavily. After a bit of gathering his breath, he stands up straight and looks at his clone.

"I'll handle the South and West. We'll meet back here at 12am and we each check in every 10 minutes." They both nod in understand and begin to walk in their respective directions. We do this every night, not to fight his usual enemies but for the normal ghosts. While there are many ghosts of note who are really powerful and strong, there are more normal ones. Most of them could barely use their powers and if they could, not very well. They tend to cause negligible trouble. Some try to scare people for fun, some come to haunt their enemies they had while alive, and some possess normal people to go have 'fun' with their wives. It's all random really, but these guys are so weak that Sam and Tucker can take on plenty of them at once and win. While not as strong as Danny, they both have been doing this long enough that they can take down the average ghosts easily.

The original Danny flew off to handle his assignment. There's no use in overly worrying about the other two, while always in the back of his head, they can take care of themselves. As he flies around his area, he finds a couple weak ghosts the he easily handled. Danny can always tell if it was a good or bad day in Amity Park. When people first die, their weak souls clamor to their death bed. There's this dark sort of energy they give off. It's like plasma but dark purple and unstable. Almost like a mist maybe. It shift between being more focused to misty randomly and staying inside for too long makes people more perceptible to anger or sadness. Sometimes if it's strong enough it can make people depressed easily.

Danny informed Sam and Tucker about this a while ago and although they can't see it like he can, they can feel it. They can feel the want to just lay down and give up on life, or the sudden anger about something they previously didn't care about. At first, it was too subtle for them, they could hardly detect when it was around them. Sure they felt the changes, but sometimes it's hard to know the differences between their own emotions and heightened ones. With experience though, the moment either of them steps in one, they can tell instantly. Tucker decided to name it, Miasma. To be honest, Danny thought it fit perfectly.

After several days of finding them when after their first discovery, they found out they can get rid of it the same way they got rid of ghosts. With their Fenton Thermos, they can suck up the Miasma after finding them. Several days after that, they even found out what caused the Miasma, negativity. When a close family member died, more than likely, Miasma will sprout up from their house, causing the victims to think and feel even more negatively. When your boyfriend breaks up with you and your friends force you out of the house, they aren't just being annoying. They are helping you get away from the Miasma. The negativity surrounding you.

Danny lands next to a particularly dense spot of Miasma. It's the biggest deposit he's ever seen! It's covering the entire building and it's so thick that he can't see through it. The way Miasma shifts then suddenly stops, the way it silently and sneakily gets closer without the trained eye noticing, always trying to cause more negativity, always trying to grow bigger and stronger, everything about it just screams bad news. Usually there's no problem, but, it's just so big.

"What the hell happened here?! It's like a bunch of emo kids decided to have a punk rock party!"

Suddenly without warning, some of the Miasma seems to turn sold enough to form a giant hand and grab him. Danny's eyes widen in surprise as the now alive Miasma throws Danny into the center of its purple mist. He was thrown so hard that he crashes through the brick wall and into the building that was at the center. He stands up, dazed and confused. He didn't understand, the Miasma could never do things like this before.

"What the hell is going on?!"

It was then that it hit him. Everything, Everything, hit him. It was like his body became over flooded with emotions and it couldn't decide which one to stick with. He was angry, no, enraged at Skulker for daring to make Ember cry!

"How fucking DARE he!? Ember was the only thing that even made his nonexistent life WORTH living! He was nothing but a blob of SNOT with fancy armor that has to make girls cry to get his rocks off!" He roared up at no one. "No, he didn't even deserve her in the first place! Ember is MINE! You hear me you bastard! MINE!"

With thought of Ember planted firmly in his head, he couldn't help but to think about the moment she opened the door with nothing but his shirt on. Without warning, his anger turned quickly into lust. He imagined flying into the ghost zone and knocking down her door. He imagined pinning her to the wall as he kissed her lips. He imagined how she would jump and place her legs around him. How she was wearing his shirt with nothing underneath as he took his cock out and thrust inside her all at once.

Then the scene turned to Sam, and what they would have done if Jazz, that bitch, didn't interrupt them. How he would have turned her around bent her over. He would have kept her skirt on and moved the panties to side as he thrust into her. Soon he would have took out his cock and ran it against the rim of her asshole. Grabbing her hair with one hand and pulling it back, he would have forced his cock in her all in one. He would have heard her screams.

His imagination went wild again, this time, he was on his now pink bed with his daughter in his arms. They would be looking into each others eyes, blue meeting blue. He would have slowly moved their lips closer as he breath got erratic.

"Daddy…" she would say softly before their lips finally touched. Slowly at first, he would grow more passionately, his tongue asking for permission to enter. She would accept with little hesitation and he would pull her closer into him. She would feel his cock pressing against her and as they finally come up for breath and she would be breathing heavily.

"Daddy...please. I-I need it."

The images stops and for one second his mind is blank before his lust comes back 10x stronger than before. He couldn't take it anymore, the Miasma was no longer on his mind. Ready to make every single one of his visions a reality he begins to fly off when again the Miasma forms a hand. It grabs his leg while in the air and Danny only had one second to look back to see the solidified hand before getting slammed into the ground enough to crack it. He got up quickly with nothing but a headache and became absolutely livid.

"Is that all you got you bitch!?" he screams as he begins shooting into the thick mist. It disperses for a second around the blast but comes back stronger only seconds later. Seeing it not work, he reaches for his thermos only for him to get punched into a wall, causing it to fly away from his hand. He sees it roll into the thick mist and the second he lost track of it, he knew he wouldn't be seeing it again. He pushes himself from the wall and staggers onto the floor. He breaths slightly heavier than usual as his rage seems to go even higher.

"You BASTAAAAARD!" he yells within his ghostly wail. Holding for as long as he can, he can finally see some progress as he can actually see the opposite side of the room he's in. He spots a window on the other side of the room and he runs towards it with panic. Just before he could make it to freedom the window is covered again with Miasma and blows him back into the center of the room. He struggles to get up, he's tired and angry and depressed. He gets to his knees when he sees the the mist gathering up into one place in front of him. While it was still thick enough he couldn't see around him, he could at least see his arms if he placed them out now.

His happiness was short lived. What looked scarily like a giant Grimer from pokemon formed right in front him. Their was what looked like trapped ghosts within the Grimer, trying to get out. He could see their faces pushing out against the body of the Grimer looking thing and screaming.

"Help!" "Help Me!" "Please!""Kill me!" "Kill me!" "KILL ME!"

The solidified mist slams into Danny, sending him back on his back. "KILL ME!" He couldn't move, the mist continuously slammed into him, pinning him to the ground. "KILL ME!" 'Shut up!' he shouts in his mind. He could barely think straight already without the screams. "KILL ME!" "SHUT UP!" he yells out loud. He could feel himself getting weaker. His struggling against the mist slowly stopped. He just... lost the will.

'I'm a fool. How could I think of having any of them as mine? I'm a failure. I can't even beat mist. I'm trash.'

He couldn't think. All of his thoughts were either depressing or in anger. He didn't know what to do. So he tried the last thing he could think of. You see, while Sam and Tucker had to use the thermos to absorb the Miasma, Danny didn't. He could absorb the Misama within his body causing him to get a small boost in his powers. Usually he only absorbed small whisps at times because while it strengthened him, it also changed him a bit. He became more violent and gave into his emotions more. It heightened them, just like it was doing now, but at least if he absorbed it, the Miasma wouldn't be able to kick his ass anymore. So he summoned forth all of his will and began the process.

Honestly, it wasn't that hard, the Miasma seemed to jump with joy the opportunity and rushed forth into him faster. The process was weird though and took a bit to get used to. It's like learning how to do an energy blast for the first time, but instead of summoning the plasma within him forth, he's doing the exact opposite. Instantly he felt a difference, his wounds healed, his breathing steadies, his will returned. He began focusing on the process, determined to absorb all of it. With every second he could feel himself growing stronger. He could feel his muscles growing stronger and bigger, then compacting to add more density while keeping his figure almost the same. The energy inside him seemed to be overflowing and didn't look to be stopping anytime soon. He couldn't help it, the power...it was addicting!

"HA Ha...Ha ha hA ha Ha! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA~!

Waddup CrowBloods, now Ima be honest, I'm not happy with this chapter. The fight scene is just garbage and if able I'll go back to edit as soon as possible. I'm not very good a fight scenes you see, thats why I have a Co-Author, but I'm not gonna call him, not yet. Im gonna wait to see if I can at least do 3 chapters alone before I call him back. There's no use if I'm just gonna quit in the middle again. And remember, IM NOT DROPPING THIS STORY! Itll be AT LEAST 300k, no matter how many years it takes! I'm starting on the next chapter right now, keep youreself tuned