I know, I know… I'm lazy and I need to update, well, everything, but it will come in time.
But, to redeem myself, you get Dash and Danny feels (Not in a romantic way… Weird people, get your head out of the gutter.) and a piece of misinterpreted info that will completely rock Dash's world. (A very Dash central chapter, but meh.)
BTW: Does anyone here have any challenges for me? I recently ran dry for oneshot ideas and I need to write them in-between chapters, otherwise I move at a snail's pace. Sometimes good ideas come when you're focusing on something different. They don't have to be for Danny phantom, I'm pretty well versed in Cartoons, Movies and Anime, so anything you can't be bothered to write yourself… Let me know.
BTW, I am very aware that you hear a different voice to everyone else when you talk, but for the sake of the plot I'm going to ignore that little nugget of science. The show practically ignores it anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
He raised his head and took a deep breath. "MEMORY!" He called loudly, before promptly passing out, Hope only seconds behind him.
Seconds later, a Danny wearing nothing but silver came dashing out from down a hallway. Upon seeing the two emotoclones collapsed on the floor his green(?) eyes widened and he hurried to them.
"Crapcrapcrap." He chanted it like a mantra, looking surprised and a little scared. "Crap, uh, Hope, Romance? Damn it, what happened!" He examined the flesh wounds on the other two before standing and turning to the class. "Can I get some help caring them? I don't have any healing equipment, so we'll have to wait out the healing."
Dash stepped forward numbly. He was still reeling from what had transpired. He hefted Hope onto his shoulders (a lot gentler than he was used to handling Fenton) and blinked as Memory dealt with Romance, picking him up bridal style due to the two being the same hight.
"Come on." Memory ordered, tossing his head in the direction of a hall way before making his way down it. Dash followed silently, the class behind him trying to take in what they had seen. When they reached a room, Memory tuned into it, swiping the knob down with his foot and pushing it open in one smooth followed, followed in turn by Mister Lancer, the rest of the class stayed outside so they weren't cramped. The room was filled with an enormous, circular table with over fifty chairs surrounding it. Each chair was styled differently, some being pretty normal, something you'd see in a classroom or an office, and some being unusual and mysterious such as a velvet throne with gold trimmings and a neon green one made of what seemed to be a luminescent crystal. Off to the side were a series of smaller benches, one of which Memory was placing Romance on. Dash was about to put Hope on one of the chairs at the circular table, a soft looking black sofa with gold pieces embedded in the armrest, before Memory called him over.
"Not on there" Memory told him. "Never on there. I'm pretty sure anyone here would kill you if you but blood on their seat, but Possessive would be force to be reckoned with if you even touched it, let alone got it dirty." Dash blanched at this before placing Hope on a nearby bench. "Hmmm, looks like these two will be a little out of it for a while, you may as well join the others outside. Don't touch anything, okay?"
Dash exited the room and was swarmed by the class, being asked questions ranging from what was in the room to how the two emotoclones were doing. For the first time in a while, he didn't feel like being in the spotlight, he couldn't deal with this right now. This trip was messing with his head, it was hard when Fenton ever hinted at being more than a punching bag, but this was… too much. "They're gonna be a while. Don't go in, don't leave the building and don't touch anything." He mumbled just loud enough for them to hear before stalking off.
He needed to think.
He found a room that looked empty. It reminded him of a cinema with dimmed lights and what seemed to be a screen at the front of the room, as well as more of those unique chairs. Looking around, he saw many carbon copies of seats he noticed in the "round table" room and was willing to bet that every chair in that room had a twin in here. He sat on the floor at the back of the room, remembering the warning emory had issued before.
He ran over today in his head. How long had it been? It felt like hours since he had been seated at his desk and happily perched on top of the social ladder, now he couldn't even tell if that ladder was even under his control, if the ever known "bottom rung" had this much… stuff in their head, if the base of the heap had this much going on… He wasn't even sure why this was such a problem, it just was. Because Danny Fenton was the freak, the dead last, the looser and know that was changing and everything was wrong.
He sat there for what felt like hours before the screen coming to life snapped him to reality. It showed a clear night sky and the sound of wind and cars driving by filled the room. In the corner of the screen showed some numbers.
9.35pm
14.5.2015
A date and time, he realised. The fourteenth, this was recent, very recent. Mere weeks ago. He realised that the screen was showing someone's point of view, Fenton's point of view, as the view shifted and shook, the eyes moving as their owner got off their back and to their feet. A memory then? It made sense. This was where Memory lived.
Now he could see more, Dash realised that the display took place on a rooftop. A skyscraper that seemed to tower over the rest of the city. Not the tallest building, but damn near. The eyes were drawn to a bloodied bandage on an an being held out.
"It'll do."
Definitely Fenton then, but there was something in that voice that was strong, determined. Something Dash had never heard from Fenton. But he'd heard it before… Somewhere… He was sure of it.
A pale mist seemed to come from Fenton's mouth as loud crash sounded and the screen tuned to a large ball of flame enveloping downtown. Ah, this Dash remembered. The ghost had destroyed a good few buildings before Phantom showed up. Had Fenton seen him as he flew by? Dash washed the screen for any sign of the hero. A tired sigh sounded.
"Man, I can't get a break huh?" Fenton huffed, the screen going black as Danny shut his eyes and held his head in his hands. "First Dash beats me up and takes my lunch and now a ghost is blowing up my house." Yes, Dash vaguely recognised the explosion as being in the direction of Fenton Works from the establishing view he had gotten before.
"Let's get to it then."
The view showed the edge of the building coming closer and Dash felt… something welling up in his gut. Where was this going?
There was a slight shaking as Danny climbed into the small step that marked where the building ended. Danny looked down, unknowingly giving Dash a view of the sickening plunge below. God, it had to be at least twenty stories. The jock jumped to his feet as the view showed the ghost attack once more before the slight dip of Fenton, Danny bending his legs and launching himself off of the roof.
"No!"
Dash yelled it before he could stop himself, raising towards the screen, although he knew there was nothing he could do. The wind ripped past Danny's ears, filling the world with noise. There was a slight white glimmering in the corner of the screen before it faded to black.
For a moment, Dash swore he heard joyful laughter among the fading roar, but he couldn't have, Fenton was plummeting to his death, people don't laugh when their about to die!
Suicidal people do. Said a sick, traitorous voice in his head. He quickly dismissed that, reasoning that if Fenton wanted to off himself, there is no way he would go… like that. He knew there was no evidence to support this, but…
Wait. He reasoned. Don't panic, think this through. If Fenton killed himself then, how is he here now?
That fall hadn't killed him? But then what… How?
"What are you doing here?"
Fenton's voice came from behind him. He whirled around to see a Fenton as he knew him. Wearing a white jump-suit, true, but a black haired, blue eyed, Danny Fenton looking at him from his position perched on a pure marble seat at the back of the room.
"W-Wondered in." He manages to stammer out as the emotoclone raises an eyebrow. "Who are you?"
The Danny in white looked at him before turning to the screen and propping his head on his fists. "Truth."
Truth? That was a new one.
Dash walked up to the emotoclone and sat down, Truth didn't even spare him a glance. He sat there for a while before blurting out, "What was that all about? Was- Was that my fault?"
Without looking at him, Truth said, "No. No it wasn't your fault. We needed to go."
That wasn't an answer! "But…"
"Uhuhuh! A truth for a truth, my turn. Why do you pick on us? What did we ever do to you?"
A year ago you could have asked Dash this question and he would have known the answer. A month ago you could have asked Dash this question and he would have known the answer. A week ago you could have asked Dash this question and he would have known the answer. A day ago you could have asked Dash this question and he would have known the answer. This morning ago you could have asked Dash this question and he would have known the answer. Now… "I don't know."
"Hmm." Was all Truth said, looking rather disinterested.
Deciding he only wanted to be subjected to interrogation once, he got up to leave, but before he reached he turned around and asked:
"Do you hate me?"
"I personally do not care but you could ask others."
"No, does Fent- Danny, hate me?"
Truth seemed to consider that for a moment before finally turning his head towards the jock. It was then he noticed the small white streaks, barely noticeable, in his hair and the unearthly green tints in his eyes that gleamed and glowed like stars. Those eyes bore into him, analysing him, before turning away.
"No." Truth said quietly. "I don't think he can bring himself to."
With that in mind, Dash got up and walked to the door. He opened it and tuned back quickly. "Than-"
He cut himself off when he saw the marble chair was empty and Truth was gone.