well well well well well well well well well well well well well! NICE TO SEE YOU ALL HERE AGAIN! IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO REFORM AND TAKE OVER THE HANDS OF YOUR HOST, BUT IT HAPPENED AGAIN, FINALLY! NOW THAT I'M BACK, I BRING YOU DESTRUCTION AND DEATH, AS I'VE ALWAYS LOVED TO DO
One moment, Danny was alternating between setting up minor roadblocks to keep the sand from getting out of their view, and turning chunks of the raccoon to glass with heat, and the next he was seeing red. Frustration, fury, blinding and wrathful rage blanked out the duplicate's thoughts and functions for the two seconds needed for giant teeth the size of broadswords to clamp down around him, grinding against the ice that protected him. Heat like a desert sun assaulted his being, sands shifting like water and grating like stone against the chipping armor as he was swallowed whole. Faintly, Danny was aware that his friends were calling out to him in a moment of panic.
In the moment, however, he wasn't aware of anything but a burning desire to melt off Plasmius' face.
From the outside, Sam and Tucker had nearly blown their cover when Danny got eaten, fear warring with battle earned instincts. Luckily, Tucker had more immediate faith that Danny would get out of the sticky situation without help than Sam and held the goth back. "Give him a sec Sam. Pretty sure our snowcone can handle the beach."
Before Sam could shove the geek's baret down his throat for the quip, they heard the beast's horrible shriek of pain and turned to see green light shining through the sand. From the inside out and all over at once, blue sand turned to what looked like precious stone holding in a green sun. Heat radiated from the now petrified body so intensely that the air vibrated around it. Rising out of the glass sculpture with burning red eyes and fists full of white hot plasma, Danny flicked a hand towards the ground.
"What happened that got your boxers in a twist?" Sam's gaze turned from the swirling green interdimensional vortex dragging the glass raccoon back to the Spirit World back to her friend in time to see him visibly relax all of his muscles at once.
"Plasmius."
A raging sea, a blazing desert, the tundra of the Far Frozen and now a mountain in the far reaches of the Spirit World. One thing Fright would begrudgingly admit about his opponent was how well he knew the world and her lands … for a ghost. However, the Riter fool was weakening. Strong as they may be, his shields were deceptive in nature.
A strike of SoulShredder to the top of the bubble and the white haired assassin's cheek gained a thin line of leaking radioactive green. The ghost would vanish and fire upon him, only hitting true a handful of times. A swing, a miss, an ecto bullet to the knee, a slash to the arm. Riter's aura was flaring brightly, as was Fright Knight's, violet and white clashing everywhere they went.
A flare of violet and the Knight teleported them to the realm of Dreams, in the territory of Nocturne. The other spirit would understand, surely. "Bringing us to a void of night, Fear mongerer? How advantageous for you." Emerald steel met a wall of pure white, the sound of a thousand nails on a board ringing through the formless space around them. "Of course, that's disregarding very basic abilities, isn't it?" The gunslinger vanished, his aura dimmed to nothing, and SoulShredder cut through naught but air.
"Cowardly fool, show yourself!" A flash of white struck the knight's leg and a crack could be seen in his armor. "Impossible!"
"Hardly anything is impossible, dear Spirit of Fear. especially not in the realm of the mind." Randy was having far too much fun on this job, though he couldn't be blamed for drawing out the fight. If he didn't pace himself well, the elder fighter would have impaled his core half an hour ago. Another shot to one of the joints in the armor, another minuscule crack grown noticeable. "You didn't think any smith would forge undefeatable armor, did you? Such is the act of a fool."
"The same can be said of he who challenges the Maker of Nightmares!" Lashing out with a wide arc of his blade, Fright unleashed a wave of purple fire and grinned under his helm at the cry of pain he heard to his right. Striking swift as lightning, he stabbed into the direction of the voice and was met with a wall of force. "No matter how formidable you are, you shall fall as all others have before you." A meteor of purple plasma formed in his free hand, raised to strike, when a sphere of white encompassed him, closing off the knight from the world of Dreams and Nightmares.
The blast rocked the inside of the bubble like an earthquake, but it held against the assault and slowly began to shrink. "As I said, your arrogance shall be your undoing." Quickly, the bubble was pressing Fright into a rather uncomfortable position, even as jasmine shaded flames rose to his hands and filled the entirety of the sphere. "I've held magma in my bubbles before, Knight, your flames won't help y-AH!" Randy gripped his chest as the feeling of a blade piercing him stung through his link to the energy holding the knight prisoner.
Cracks formed and splintered along the shell of white until it shattered from the pressure of holding in the force of terror incarnate. A blazing emerald gaze leveled itself upon the form of a panting and weathered assassin. "This shall be your last hunt, cur."
"Ah, so you've heard the tales of White Fang?" Riter laughed, ignoring the stabbing pain in his gut and chest, and grinned wolfishly at the other, eyes blazing white as a supernova. "I think I'll take a few more bites out of that armor." A flare of white and the world was bright grays, silver, and gold - dots of all colors surrounding them.
Danny was coming to hate gorillas. Truly and surely hate them. The forty foot tall giant in front of him screeched and howled in rage, spewing lava and death in every direction. Already, he had had to disperse three fires and yank ten civilians out of the way of the erupting monkey, and the fight hadn't even begun yet. When it finally did, the information of who was behind this channeled through from his duplicates and Danny's vision was filled with arctic blue. The ice covering his skin grew colder and snow fell around them, turning to steam when it got within an inch of the gorilla. A spiked ice coated fist collided with the jaw of the beast, followed up by a kick to its gut. A tail lashed out and wrapped around him, which he covered in frost that nearly overcame the beast's heat.
The monkey roared in outrage and flung Danny towards one of the buildings, shocked by the snowball slamming into its face not a second later. The halfa grabbed a fist full of fur and let loose a current of electricity, giving the monkey a true shock. Quick as a viper, Danny turned the sparks into veins of ice to spread all over the now statically styled fur in his grip and attempted to freeze the gorilla over once more.
"I'm not in the mood to fight a fucking monkey again today, so I recommend you stand down, now, or I will actually hurt you." A giant hand groped around for the source of the imminent frostbite and found purchase on Danny's barbed form. "Last. Warning." As he was pulled off, the prince drew in a deep breath, preparing to end this right then and there when he was raised up to eye level with the lava monkey.
"You are a violent one, aren't you?"
"What are you doing?!" George was practically screeching at his brother as Rick came out of their house holding a glowing book. "Where did you get that?"
"To number two, the attic. To the first question: I am looking for something to help Danny Sam and Tucker." Leafing through the pages, Rick's eyes flicked back and forth faster than they ever had, blue slowly turning silver as the sky was swallowed by green clouds. "Before you say that they don't need help-"
"Actually," George interrupted and yanked his brother along with him towards the epicenter of the cloud cover. "I was going to say 'hooray, you have your grimoire, let's get to the part where we do something useful.' Cause standing around talking about helping, doesn't actually help." While Rick had retrieved his book, George had grabbed the white handled Athame that he had found a while ago in a hidden box in the bushes. Engraved within the blade of the knife was a pentagram that seemed to glow in the eerie emerald light blanketing the area, and it was currently in the pocket of the telekinetic's jacket.
"This looks like quite the battle that we're running into Georgy," Rick glared up at the green tinged sky, and held up his hand, surprising himself when the air around it seemed to shimmer with silver light. "Let's even the odds up a bit more huh? Cause it looks like our favorite half ghost is missed a spot, and I doubt the GIW will be doing anything useful" A screeching roar shook the area, and both twins had to cover their ears for a painful moment.
Nodding to each other, the pair ran off down the sidewalk, glad that they had pushed each other to go out and hike every weekend, either to prepare for a match or look for a cryptid.
After cutting through nearly every spike on the shell of the ghost turtle monster, Valerie thought it would be as simple as blasting it until it went into the portal back to its home.
It was simpler still, thanks to Phantom's temper tantrum.
There wasn't really any other word she could use to describe him shouting in seemingly unprovoked rage and blasting every cretaceous tortoise in the area with enough force the launch them a whole twenty feet away. All of them retreated into the portal he had formed, but not before the largest of the bunch received a burn mark on its shell from a continuous beam of plasma that threatened to cut it in half.
"Don't get me wrong, Phantom," Val started, ecto rifle still held readily in hand. "I don't have much love lost with ghost animals attacking the town mindlessly, but that was a bit much on the violent side wouldn't you say?"
"Plasmius is involved." Danny took a deep breath to clear his head and shook the red from his eyes. With a voice of cold tranquility, he pointed at the closing vortex of energy. "These beasts were forced here by Plasmius under threat of death."
This caused the huntress to raise an unseen brow, skepticism lacing her words. "How can a ghost die? Aren't you all already dead?" The glare she was given made the teen cringe slightly, but she didn't show it beyond the privacy preserving visor of her helmet.
"We have an equivalent to a heart, it's called the core. Pierce that, which I easily could have done with each of the beasts here, and we're dead." It did, barely, occur to Danny just who he was entrusting this lethal piece of information with. She had yet to start shooting at him, though, and the current fight was over so she earned a tiny bit of trust in his less than focused state. "I can't hold this duplicate so far away for much longer. Be on the lookout for Plasmius, and if you see him," Danny tapped his DP insignia. "Aim for the chest."
Valerie watched with a mix of emotions as Phantom's form blurred into arctic blue light and flown off towards where she imagined the original Phantom to be. He had just told her the point at which to aim her cannons and kill Vlad Plasmius. Not something she liked the implications of. A rapid beeping pulled her attention away from musings of Phantom's mental state and back to the situation at hand. The largest spike in ectoenergy in the town was near the Nasty Burger, and the ground was still shaking all over.
Aiming herself toward her workplace, Val shot off, ectobazooka at the ready.
Agent U jerked his fighter jet just in time, another glob of acid brushed close enough to peel white paint. A push of a button rained down missiles on the putrid undead but to no avail. Bombs hit the buildings behind the ghost, blowing out their first stories; agent U let loose a growl of frustration. This filthy ectoplasmic mutant was proving a bigger challenge than they were ready for at the moment. The more it was blasted, the wilder it got. "Focus fire on its tail." When they burned a hole into the trailing body that drug against the ground behind it, the monster shrieked in pain and shrunk just enough for it to be noticeable. Unfortunately, none of them had the maneuverability to attack without getting melted out of the sky. A missile was launched and the blasters on his jet were aimed at the head whilst the tanks on the ground attacked from behind, melted into puddles as soon as they landed a hit.
A streak of black and shining red cut through their ranks and over the monster, several explosions popping up along its body and earning a horrid sound that stung the agent's ears even through his sound proofed cockpit. One of the local ghost hunters, equipped with technology like but better than their own. Frustration fueled the charge as U refused to be shown up by the damned Red Huntress coming in and trying to save them from a ghost. Circling around, she aimed at the tail and launched three missiles along with a barrage of ectoblasts from the jet's laser barrels. Red swerved around to toss grenades into the slug's mouth, risking her life so close to the monster's jaws. With the assistance of a more agile asset, however, U had to admit that they were able to split the beast's focus far easier, pelting it with blasts from all sides while focusing mostly on the tail. They would have this ghost obliterated.
Sam and Danny had been viciously swearing painful vengeance upon the halfa's billionaire arch enemy when Tucker's glasses lit up once again, a small green radar screen appearing in his vision. Several of the dots were accounted for: Jazz's Fenton Peeler, the signal broadcast constantly by the doctors Fenton's jumpsuits, Valerie's Not Quite an Ectosignature, and several GIW signatures surrounding the last ghost they'd yet to get to. He recognized one of the two new signatures, but not the other red dot. "Guys, we have Fright Knight and some other unidentified ghost fighting over the park."
"Any readings on power?" Danny was already grabbing them both around their waists and rose into the air. "I'd like to know how many duplicates I need to get rid of for this."
"Whoever it is, seems to be about as strong as Fright." Not good. Danny made a beeline for the park, two duplicates dispersing into an ethereally glowing mist before rushing off towards the park holding his friends, and to the real Danny that was flying toward the park from his monkey business.
He'd need all his power for this.
Cuts and bruises littered Randall's form, as cracks did Fright Knight's armor, plume of violet flame not nearly as bright or intense as usual. Even so, light surrounded the assassin, flames shrouding the knight, and a bullet of crackling energy met flaming steel head-on. "You fight well for a ghost, but I grow weary of this battle." in a burst of flame, he was behind the assassin and causing cracks to form in the bubble of white light that protected him from Soul Shredder's nightmares. "You shall not defy me any longer!"
"No need, dear Knight," Randy chuckled darkly as a small cloud of red smoke appeared behind Fright, just as Danny Phantom and friends came in behind Randy. "I wonder where Spirits go when they fade."
"FRIGHT!" Danny's frantic cry echoed across the park, all but a second too late. A red and white blade thrust through from the center of Fright Knight's chest, glowing the color of human blood but dripping with ectoplasm. The wielder floated behind his victim with a satisfied grin, helmet hardly hiding his identity.
"No one betrays me, Fright Knight." the elder halfa yanked his blade out and blasted the Spirit of Fear to the ground, forming a small crater. Even as a small violet fireball was thrown in his direction, the vampiric half ghost cackled in victory. "I have slain the bringer of Nightmares! Who now would dare to stand in my way?"
Vlad's arrogant question was answered by a solid beam of pure blue ectoplasm, cold and hot at once, testing the integrity of his armor. "You've gone too far Plasmius! I will have your h̨͚̱͖͕̞̖̀̀é̢̳̦͇̯̺̯a͜͞͏̸̩̤̟͙̠͓̰̞͍̝͚̩ͅd̪̟͕͍̣͡͠!̶̟̙̞̱͍̞͍͉͉̜̗̻̟̲̲͓͓̤"
so that happened. Fright appears to be dead. it's not just an appearance. this story didn't have enough death in it for my tastes - only five people? HA had to kill a spirit too. i know the zalgo is cutting into the AN, but meh.
Count Raptor: I've always liked the thought of her as being more than just a copy, and this is part of that. she also has a supremely useful skill to use in any situation and thus say "you need me." Fright uh... he doesn't have that problem, as you can see. and *bows* why thank you!
Barely Existant: yes my friend, more stories of course! and this one was a bit less quick for a few reasons i suspect you of all people know... ALL HAIL K̯I̖N̖̦̙͚̥̗G̞̹̭͍ ͍̰̹̬̯̭͚̀P̵H͈̹̭̯̦̭͜A̸̫̤N͜Ț̖͚̹̙O͍͉̘̥̦̻M̼̣̤̻ ͎̰͎̞̕
Guest: spirits were born in the Spirit World, with no preexistance beyond reincarnation, while ghosts died a traumatic death and their psyches clung to the spirit world and gained a second chance at life, even if with a touch of obsession.
Great: He's faded now so i'll just say it: influenced by demons to be as manipulative and traitorous as possible, gaining the trust of the young should be king to take him down and then cut him off from his friends before bestowing him to pariah to be taken out for good.
Jim89: Elle's wonderings about the chef thing was just a lil joke friend; her core , i felt, was fitting to her personality; Jazz rarely ever cooks when Danny's there, since he leaves late or early all the time and misses everything; yeah, i know i cant stretch certain ways, so does jack; Danny has many deep thoughts, he just can't say them all; jack and maddie have a trust fund from the past of the Fenton Family, but with a little nudging and business sense, they could make a fortune with all their tech and help the world grandly; Fright is being influenced by demons. was. whatever;Spirits and Ghosts are actually two different species this fic around; Fright is an asshole and Randy is kickass and shall break him. also, he lied in the first place about who the executioner is; as you can see, Fright had nothing to do with the beasts :3 if they hadn't attacked, Danny coulda helped against Randy... a little.
Guest(2): he's not working with Vlad, as seen above. he was trying to free his old king. but points for protectiveness against vlad. goodluck with the nut tearing.
Aslan333: gratzie!
Kimura20: THANK YOU! YOU'RE AMAZING!
Phantom J Ryder: i'm glad to disorient you, my friend, here i offer you more action, and still more to come!
Bleached Raven: a bit, but i'm not the biggest fan... too much angst, honestly. and considering what i'm typing... eh, still not saying much but come on
Halfa: oh the ship you'll find in chapter 27, and i promise, you'll have to squit reeeaaaaal hard to see them being all shippy. also, gracias!
no worries, bill has been expunged, and my hands are my own, not some hand witch's property... again. anyways, I have more action and intensity for you, and woo boy do i love this story and all you reviewres. I'll see you in the next chapter
WHEN GRAVITY FALLS AND EARTH BECOMES SKY, FEAR THE BEST WITH JUST ONE EYE