Day 7

Clones

The Clone of a Son


Vlad was an idiot. He himself thought so. He needed think through more often. When he was trying to clone Daniel he tried to clone him as a half ghost. Why should he do that when he knew that they both were human first? That was the reason he failed. The artificial body could not withstand the ectoplasmic strain because the fusion between human and ectoplasmic radiation on the molecular level was inconsistent. The solution was simple: clone a human Daniel. The only problem he'd have to deal with was convincing the boy to trust him and to keep him from throwing his life away for others.

He got to work immediately and took one of the few samples of Danny's DNA.

The clone was perfect. Black hair, blue eyes, exact height and just a perfect and obedient copy.


ATTEMPT 1:

"I need you to push that button Daniel."

"Of course Dad."

The portal turned one and the boy's screams echoed throughout his castle and the electric charge clung to the air. Vlad had been waiting in anticipation but the pained screams deafened his ears and a large lump rose in his throat. He was not prepared for what emerged from the portal. Instead of a copy of Danny Phantom, the blistering body of a young man fell through.

Vlad was not okay with it. the sight was sickening. Vlad quickly fled the labb too go throw up. This wasn't supposed to happen, he thought all of his calculations were correct. They should've been, he wasn't like Jack. He didn't hurt people with his own ineptitude and ignorance of the possible problems, something wrong must've happened. What was he missing? He had just killed his child. His son. His Daniel. He wouldn't ever try that again.

Never.

ATTEMPT 2:

Vlad paced the floor. Should he do it again? Should he not? He already had everything he needed to create another clone. Maybe he didn't need a halfa son but, he did need a son. He hadn't been able to top that want no matter how hard he had tried. He needed a son. After seeing his son die once he needed his son to live. He could make another son. It would be fine, so long as he didn't ask his Daniel to go into that forsaken portal. He could make sure that Daniel wouldn't go in.

He made another clone.

Daniel Masters II was a good boy. He listened to his father and helped out whenever it was possible. Vlad was proud of his boy. The boy was strong and actually had a sense of self preservation unlike the boy he was based on. Maybe this Daniel, who was stronger than the last one could withstand the transformation of the portal. Vlad tried not to think about it but, the thought kept on making its way into the forefront of Vlad's mind.

Maybe his boy could withstand the transformation.

No.

But maybe…

No.

It's worth a try.

No.

But he's asked to be like me.

No.

But he's my son, he'll be strong enough.

Vlad caved in and another burnt body emerged from the portal. Vlad found himself hacking in his lab as he cried his eyes out. This wasn't supposed to happen. His son should've been strong enough to transform without any problems. His son was strong. Stronger than Jack's kid. Stronger than that idiotic boy who played superhero. His son shouldn't have died. He shouldn't and he wouldn't. Not next time.

ATTEMPT 3:

The body was formed and his son took a hold of a conscious state. "My dear Daniel!" Vlad exclaimed. His son was alive again and he was here with Vlad. Vlad took the boy and embraced him in a warm hug, tears brimming in his eyes. This time Daniel MAsters II would live. But, this time the urge came back stronger. More encouraging, more kind, gentle and in general, more appealing. Vlad gave in once more and broke when his son had to go through that pain once would not hapen next time.

ATTEMPT 4:

This time his son went through training for the transformation. He wouldn't befall the same fate as he did previously. Daniel would not die,

Another body and another break down

ATTEMPT 5:

Vlad enhanced his son's genetic material with his own DNA this time. It'd undoubtedly be better than Jack's. It was no good and Vlad broke again.

ATTEMPT 6:

His boy was in the portal again and Vlad very nearly prayed that it would work this time. It didn't and the corpse fell once again. Vlad was going to be sick.

ATTEMPT 7:

Vlad tried to stop himself. He really did, he even considered going to see Jack's son, and confess everything but he just couldn't bring himself to. He changed a few things again and it once again failed. Silent tears fell down his cheeks this time. His body shuddered and he curled in on himself. He just wanted his son back. He didn't want Jack's son. He needed his.

ATTEMPT 8:

Another boy, and another corpse.

ATTEMPT 9:

Again

ATTEMPT 10:

Again

ATTEMPT 11:

Again


It was a problem Vlad finally realized. The last two bodies weren't even properly disposed of. He was obsessed. When was the last time he actually went to the grave where he had buried his son? Was he really so focused that he had forgotten why he was doing this? It wasn't about Maddie or Jack or their son.

This was about his son and yet this child in front of him thought it was about him. Jack's son wouldn't understand. Vlad wanted his boy back. Daniel Masters II was his boy. His. Though Jack's kid was startled after Vlad broke down for the last time.

The Fenton boy had stopped by his mansion worried about him. Something about not attacking Amity for a while. Anyway, the kid was more than disturbed by the two bodies and Vlad could understand, they looked similar- really similar -and Vlad was very dismissive of the boy and his reservations. They got into a fight, a really strange fight. Who knew the boy had powers too? After some very confusing exchanges the boy pulled back and stopped fighting. He was asking a bunch of really weird questions. Stuff like, "Do you like my mom?" and "Do you know who Jazz is?". Of course Vlad answered everything correctly he was smart enough to know not to covet someone else's wife. That was wrong. And Jazz was Jack's daughter.

Then the boy asked what was wrong and Vlad paused, he realized, and he broke. He threw up to the point he was dry heaving. After the awkward boy gave a strange hug and carried him off to bed, Vlad was left to his own mind, which, while that was normally a very productive time, right now it was not. Vlad was breaking. Daniel was dead and he was going to stay dead. There was nothing for Vlad to live for anymore.

Vlad made his way back down to the basement and prepared a syringe that would end his life. He prepared and held to his vein and-.