Be ShadowKingLegette.
Write a decent fanfiction story centering around Danny Fenton and Ember Mclain.
Come back after a few months of whatever BS obstacles, hinderances, people, movies, things, etc that distracted you.
Thank the people who have/still followed, favorited, read, and or reviewed your work. Especially after no activity on your story in a while.
Respond back to the readers if they review your work.
Laugh like the Joker whenever they ask you a "spoiler alert" question.
Tell them that you will not give up on this story unless extraordinary circumstances like death, comatose, or dismemberment dictate otherwise.
Inform them that the reason you haven't updated this story was because you had no ideas and what you posted before was basically everything you had.
You also are aware that you are copying a certain writer's writing style. Why is because you find it appealing and out of this world.
Holy crap I am not ready for this. I need a drink. Dr. Pepper will do. Maybe a Mr. Pibb as a last resort. Ok, I'll settle for a Sprite. Should it be on the rocks? Nevermind, its already frosted in the freezer calling my name. I'm coming for you baby. No joke. I am so cereal assassin right now. Don't care if I spelled cereal wrong. Freaking Grammer Nazis. Go back to NunyadamGermany. But read my story first because I worked hard. Ok, I worked semi-hard. Fine... it wasn't hard but it also wasn't write a BS paragraph about nothing and post your work in under ten minutes either.
One last thing. This chapter is only being posted because I don't want people to think I abandoned this story.
Meanwhile with Ember and Danny flying through the endless expanse of the Ghost Zone.
"So where do you wanna set up shop?" asked the pop princess.
"You mean where I want my realm to be?" said the ghost blue skinned teen.
"Yeah."
The ghost boy rubbed gripped his chin in thought.
"Somewhere where there's not a lot of people. Also, a place with a cool climate."
"I think you might wanna stay on the northern parts of the Ghost Zone then. Most ghosts I know don't usually go that far up unless they have business or something. And its a lot cooler there too than where I stay."
"Then the north it is."
Time skipping ahead about 20 minutes later, the two were up north in an open space. The ghost boy inhaled and exhaled with a smile as the cool wind tickled his skin.
"Now this is what I'm talking about. Don't you think so?"
The ghost boy looked to his friend and saw her shivering.
"Ember? You ok?"
"A-a l-little c-cold..." shivered the pop princess rubbing her shoulders.
Danny flew up to her and carefully took hold of her hands. After concentrating, Ember's attire changed to a snug purple coat, black pants, and purple snow boots.
"Thanks," smiled the flame haired girl in appreciation.
"No problem. But I gotta ask. Do you hate the cold or something?"
"Its not just me, but most fire cores can't stand it."
"I didn't know that."
"A lot of ghosts don't. But its not a big deal as long as we're dressed for the occassion like I am now."
"I'll keep that in mind for next time."
"Next time what?"
"Next time we go on vacation."
The flame haired diva gave him a questioning look.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you like hanging around me."
"Hypothetical scenario. Let's say I don't. How would that make you feel?"
"As long as we're talkin hypotheticals then I'd feel like using my hypothetical guitar to go upside your hypothetical head."
The ghost boy smiled.
"Its a good thing I like hanging around you."
Ember smiled back as the two hovered there in the open air of the Ghost Zone. A few seconds pass before Danny glanced down and noticed that he was still holding Ember's hands.
"Oh uh..." stammered the white haired teen quickly letting go and looking away. "Sorry."
"Its um... cool," brushed off Ember a little embarrassed herself and stuffing her hands into the pockets of her coat. "So are you ready to get started?"
"Yeah. What do I do first?"
"First you choose which way you wanna go."
"Which way?" repeated Danny confused.
"There are two directions you can take when making a pad. The easy way or the hard way."
"What's the easy way?"
"The easy way is doing what most ghosts do; creating a pocket dimension and doorway leading into it. Once that's done just go inside and you'll have a fixed setting like an apartment, snowy landscape, or dark abyss to live in. Depends on what you're comfortable with."
"And the hard way?"
"The hard way involves creating a structure like a castle or tower. Although, I wouldn't recommend that option because it takes longer and can be annoying. Its the last thing you'll wanna deal with to be honest."
The ghost boy scratched the side of his head and smiled sheepishly.
Ember noticed his behavior and frowned.
"You want the hard way, don't you?"
"Uh... Sorry?"
After a few seconds, the pop princess smiled and said low unintentionally, "You're lucky you're cute."
The white haired teen blinked not catching what she said.
"What was that?"
"Oh um... before we start, what kind of place do you want anyway?"
"Hm... I was thinking maybe something like a space station. Probably like the one the Justice League has but a little smaller."
"Space station? Why would you want a pad like that?"
Danny looked away before answering with, "I have my reasons."
"Reasons like what?"
"They're... not important."
"They must be if that's what you want."
"I'm telling you its not..."
The ghost girl folded her arms with an unyielding countenance.
"Danny... out with it."
Danny sighed in resignation before expounding, "I wanted to become an astronaut... when I was alive."
After hearing that, Ember looked down out the corner of her eyes with a frown.
"Oh... So I killed your dream too...
Immediately, the white haired teen said, "Don't blame yourself for that."
"Why not? Its true."
"That's not the point."
Then she looked him in the eyes.
"The point is I killed you."
"I mean that lots of people want to become astronauts and wind up doing something else."
"You could have been one of the lucky ones but I..."
"Said you were sorry."
"Yeah but..."
"You also promised to change and not do anything like that ever again."
"I did but..."
"You're helping me make my dream come true in a way that's better than if I was alive."
"I am?" blinked Ember slightly surprised.
"Yep. I'm getting a space station as a home. Who else could say that?"
She smiled.
"Well... since you put it that way, I guess I can stop being a downer."
"That's the spirit. Uh... no pun intended."
"I wouldn't get too excited yet. First, we've gotta gather up a bunch of ectoplasm."
"Why?"
"Because that's what your pad will be created out of."
"So how much are we talking about? A dozen gallons?"
"I'd say at least 100."
"100?!" sweatdropped Danny.
"Or 2. Maybe somewhere inbetween...? I don't know. But to be on the safe side I'd say 100."
"Ok... We'll start with 100. But how are we supposed to collect that much with our bare hands?"
"See why ghosts keep it simple and do the pocket dimension thing? Its not too late to change your mind."
The ghost boy folded his arms and began to think hard for a solution. However, his concentration was interrupted by...
"Salutations!" greeted a familiar voice.
The pair shifted their focus to the approaching Box Ghost who had almost a dozen glowing packages floating over his head. He also wore a fluffy brown coat. Danny and Ember lifted a hand and waved.
"What are you doing way out here?" asked Danny.
"Hey Box Ghost," said Ember.
"I am delivering some packages as requested by recent employers," explained the ghost in overalls. "What are you two doing in this frigid area of the Ghost Zone?"
"Building my home," answered the white haired teen.
"Oooh! That is fantastic news! Once you are done I will be sure to find you a realm-warming gift."
The ghost boy rubbed the back of his neck.
"You might want to hold off on that for a while."
"What do you mean?"
"We ran into a roadblock on how to gather a lot of ectoplasm."
"So you plan on creating a solid structure as opposed to a dimension?"
"Yeah."
"I may be able to assist you with your problem."
Danny blinked.
"You can?"
Box Ghost smiled confidently.
"I can indeed."
Ember raised a questioning brow.
"You have something that will help us gather 100 gallons of ectoplasm?"
"Once I am done with my current business, I will come back and you shall see.
"Ok..."
"We'll be waiting Box Ghost," said Danny.
The Box Ghost nodded before flying off to handle his business.
