DISCLAIMER: Danny Phantom belongs to what's-his-face...I mean, Butch Hartman. This fanfic was written by me for fun.
"Ugh...I'm getting full..." Dan groaned his mouth completely covered in melted chocolate.
The evil future-ghost looked like he was about to either pass out or throw up...or possibly even both. He had been consuming various high-fat junk foods for the past hour in order to put on weight. Various empty bowls, plates, glasses, and other dishes littered the table until it could no longer be seen under the pile of dirty dishes. Several hundred empty bags and wrappers, all with the label "Nasty Burger" on them, littered the kitchen floor. Dan winced in pain as he placed his hands on his now very-engorged belly.
"I guess ghosts gain weight faster than humans can." Maddie commented over her ex-son's sudden growth-spurt.
"Who's bright idea was it to fatten Dan up so he could melt that sword anyway?" asked Danny in confusion, "Couldn't we have just thrown it into a fireplace or something"
"Tried it." Jack replied, "It didn't work"
Valerie frowned, "Did you try throwing it into the Ghost Zone"
"That would be even more dangerous." the ghost-hunting mother pointed out, "If it ended up in the Ghost Zone, who knows what kind of havoc and destruction it would cause"
Dan groaned and hiccuped before belching. A few small flames escaped from his mouth. He didn't look very pleased by the whole ordeal, however.
"I am not your guinea pig." he sneered as he struggled to get up only to fall onto his oversized stomach due to still being weakened by his injuries.
"You're still weak." Maddie sighed as she helped Dan back onto his feet, "I told you, you need to rest here for a couple of weeks until you're fully recovered"
"Besides, I thought you liked your new fire-breath." Danny pointed out.
"The fire-breath I do enjoy. This...however..." the evil future-ghost grabbed his swollen belly and jiggled it slightly, "I could live without. It took me ten years to get my muscular figure. This gut makes me look like a Santa reject"
"Are we going to melt the sword or not?!" Valerie shouted in impatience.
"She has a point." Jack nods, "We should hurry up and get rid of that thing"
"Fine." Dan growled, "I'll melt it for you worthless humans...but only to get you all to shut up and leave me alone"
Everyone else just nodded their heads nervously. Even when he was fat and injured, Dan still had that presence about him that caused even the bravest of people to tremble and collapse onto their knees. Valerie quickly headed into the guest room and grabbed the Ekusoshisuto. She then rushed back towards the others and placed the sword on the ground.
Dan then took a deep breath before belching out a huge blast of flame at the sword. The sword turned a bright glowing orange from the intense heat of the fire. Slowly, the sword began to bend and crack before shattering completely. Exhausted, Dan began to pant heavily. His gut now only half as large as it had been before destroying the sword.
"Now what do we do?" asked Danny now that the sword was no longer a threat.
"Who cares?" the evil future-ghost sneered as he headed towards the guest room, "As long as I'm not involved in it"
Valerie muttered under her breath, "Man, what a jerk"
"I HEARD THAT!"
Author's Notes: Yup, a more light-hearted chapter since the previous few were more tragic/dramatic in nature. Poor Dan...never gets a break, does he? Again, thanks for the reviews. The story's almost over, everybody. Stay tuned for the final chapter.