YAAAAAY! Next chapter, I love getting reviews and ideas from you guys, but I would like to ask you to be kind and respectful in them please. A while ago I received a harsh message that read 'Danny has snow-white hair you moron!' When I called it silver. It is my story and I could make Danny's hair purple if I wanted to… actually I couldn't because that would just be weird. But please, if you review, let them be respectful, if you don't like the story then don't read it, there's no reason to be rude about a minor detail.
Thank you to those who leave kind reviews, for bearing with my sudden outburst.
I hope you like this chapter!
Dash had wandered around the mansion after being pushed out of the room by Violet. He somehow ended up in the large kitchen before realizing that he hadn't had anything to eat since dinner and that was an entire two hours ago!
The small boy clutched his stomach and dramatically stumbled over to the fridge knowing that no one could see him. Upon pulling the large stainless steel door open, a cold gust of air filtered through the room.
Dash stared blankly up at the contents of the fridge. It was enormous, but that was one of the perks of being rich… you get giant fridges. He must've stared at the contents for at least five minutes straight before settling on ice cream.
He leapt up and the Oreo tub tumbled down into his outstretched arms. He caught the tub and opened it to peer inside, it hadn't even been scooped out of yet. The eleven year-old (A/N) shrugged to himself and, grabbing a spoon as he walked by, made his way to his room.
His room was set up next door to his older sister's and looked basically the same besides the decorations. While Violet's room was obviously decorated to be used as a girl's bedroom with pink floral designs enough to make his stomach do flips, Dash's room was decorated in red and yellow much like his Incredibles uniform.
The tub was already about a quarter of the way gone by the time he walked past his sister's room to get to his own when he heard someone talking. Dash stabbed the spoon into the ice cream so that it wouldn't fall out and pressed an ear against his sister's door. Was she talking to herself?
…
Violet lay on her back, staring sickly at the bright pink flower chandelier hanging above her. She never had anything against pink, it was a good color, but Vlad had decorated this room and he obviously hadn't ever had any experience in knowing what teenage girls actually wanted decorating their walls.
She sighed and closed her eyes, silently vowing never to wear her pink headband ever again. "What am I going to do?" She asked herself, knowing that no one could hear her at the moment.
"Maybe I should talk to him… but what if he doesn't want to talk, or attacks me instead!" Violet shook her head, trying to throw out the thought. "No, Danny's not like that. What about us? What are we supposed to do? It's not like I can just up and tell them that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom are the same people." She whispered to herself.
"What!?"
Violet shot up in her bed and stared at the door blankly. She stood and opened it cautiously only to see her younger brother staring at her in shock, a melting tub of Oreo ice cream turned over on its side next to him.
"Dash." She started, holding her hands out defensively.
"What do you mean Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom?" He practically shouted.
"Shh, Dash!" Violet shushed him, grabbing her brother by the wrist and pulling him into her room, shutting the door tightly behind them. She turned nervously to her brother whose arms were now crossed angrily across his chest and his lips pushed out into a disappointed scowl.
"Violet, what's going on? You're acting really weird lately." Dash said.
Violet ran her fingers through her hair and began pacing the floor. He had already heard everything, telling him would at least get him off of her back but it might put Danny in danger. But if she didn't tell him he would only become more curious and look into it himself causing him to get hurt.
Finally making a decision, Violet turned on her heel to face her brother. "The ghost boy is actually a half-human half-ghost superhero." She sputtered. "His human part goes to my school and I kind of found him in Phantom form tonight where he changed in front of me." Dash made a face. "NOT LIKE THAT!" She shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her brother while her cheeks turned red under her dark hair.
Dash stifled a laugh before cocking an eyebrow up in confusion. "Wait… how is the ghost human?" He asked
Violet sighed, she was hoping that her quick explanation would subdue the questions for the time being but it was to no avail. "Phantom isn't exactly dead… at least I don't think so, he left before I could ask him about it."
"So… the ghost is alive?" Dash asked skeptically.
Violet nodded. "Yes."
Dash stared at her blankly. "So you're saying that a dead ghost is alive?" He asked. (A/N)
Violet took a moment to let the question sink in before nodding cautiously. "I guess so. Like I said, he ran off after he reverted back to his Fenton form, I didn't get a chance to ask him."
"Fenton form? Isn't Fenton the same name as those people who gave us those ghost weapons to destroy Phantom? Why would they give us weapons to kill someone in their family?" He asked.
Violet shrugged. "That's the thing, I don't think his parents know, but his friends definitely do and maybe his sister, but his parents are ghost hunters, meaning that Danny must've gotten his ability to change forms on his own rather than a human parent and ghost parent. I was wondering the same thing earlier and can't think of any reason he could possibly be this way."
"Wait, so he's a good guy then?" Dash asked, moving onto the next question poking at the back of his mind. Violet nodded. "But the entire reason we're here is because he's an evil demon thing right?"
"I think it was a set up Dash." His sister answered flatly, crossing her stringy arms across her chest and eyeing the décor of the brightly colored room.
Dash cocked his head to the right and scowled in confusion. "You mean…" He trailed off.
"I think the mayor of Crazytown tricked us into coming here to destroy Danny." She said flatly, the idea barely emerging from the depths of her mind.
"Why?" Dash asked.
"I don't know." She said shaking her head. "But I'm going to find out."
A/N
I'm not sure if I gave Dash an age or not yet but I think he is about eleven or twelve. If I gave him the wrong age opposed to one that I gave him in a previous chapter just leave it in a review and I will make sure to use that one I the future.
These lines were given to me in a review from tazdeval, thank you for giving me this idea, I really liked it!
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