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To (Dreams Come True 996): I'll just say Vlad's true nature could not stay on the backburner forever and I'll leave it at that.

To (Guest): Aye Sea Turtles.

To (devilzxknight86): Sooner or later I will make an effort towards Danny's attire.


Back in the Northern parts of the Ghost Zone, Danny tilted his head to side in confusion as he observed his... home? I mean it looked like the Space Station he had in mind and it was definitely the size he originally had pictured. Only it wasn't solid or even composed of metal for that matter.

"Uh... did I do something wrong?" asked Danny.

"You didn't," said the Box Ghost.

"Then why does it look like that?"

"Like freshly coated paint on a wooden house, your dwelling will take some time to set in. When that is complete you will have your Space Station of a home in all its glory."

"So it will turn from this into the real thing eventually?"

"Absolutely."

"And how long is this gonna take?"

"Guessing by the size I'd say about half a day; give or take a few hours or so."

"Half a day?! But I spent hours working on it..."

"See why I said it was long and annoying?" pointed out Ember.

"Well now that you no longer require additional ectoplasm, I believe this is the time for me to say farewell," said the overalls wearing ghost.

Danny turned to face him with a half-hearted smile and said, "Thanks for the help Box Ghost."

"You're welcome. Goodbye."

He waved at the pair and they in turn returned the gesture before he flew off.

"Since we can't do anything else here, wanna take off?" asked the pop princess.

"Sure," nodded the ghost boy.

Then he eyed his future home with concern.

"Uh... is it ok to leave it unprotected?"

"Don't worry about it. It's safe."

"You sure? Cause I don't want anybody trying to mess it up or anything."

"Yeah," reaffirmed the musician. "Its kind of prehistoric law to not mess with another ghost's pad. Especially, when one is in the stage that it's in now."

After hearing that bit of reassurance, Danny felt his worries fade away. Then the white haired teen flew off with Ember following not too far behind.

About a minute into traveling, Danny dropped suddenly to his own surprise which made the ghost girl swoop down and catch him with arms wrapped tight around his chest.

Once she had, she asked, "Need a hand? Or in this case two?"

"Thanks. I didn't think I was too drained to not make the trip back."

"Speaking of the trip back, want me to drop you off at Clockhead's or do you wanna chill with me at my place?"

"Well you cant do A so I'll take option B."

The ghost girl blinked.

"Huh? Why can't I do option A?"

"Clockwork kicked me out earlier so I can't go back there. At least not to stay anyway."

"Hold up. I thought you said you moved out?"

"I said 'sort of' moved out."

The ghost girl rolled her eyes.

"Ok... why did he kick you out?"

"He said something about a baby bird being pushed out the nest so it could fly and some old ghost community tradition. Either way, it was not what I was expecting when I got back."

With a flat look Ember commented, "Figures. Pandora did the same thing to me when she thought it was time for me to get the boot too."

The white haired teen raised both brows.

"You lived with Pandora?"

"Yeah."

"What was that like? From the way Clockwork described her short temper, I can only imagine that wasn't easy."

"Got that right. The whole time I stayed with her I couldn't play music as loud as I wanted to and she always made me work in her stupid maze of a garden every day. Not only that but she gave me a 9'oclock curfew. And if I complained about any of it or broke any of her stupid rules, she shot fireblasts at me until she felt like I learned my lesson."

The ghost boy winced picturing the tall Acropolian bearing down on Ember with insurmountable rage.

"Ouch... you have my sympathy."

"Thanks."

"Also, were you good at it? The garden work I mean."

"Ever notice the plants around my place?"

The ghost boy thought about it.

"Now that you mention it. How come you never told me you had a secret talent?"

"Slipped my mind," shrugged Ember. "What kind of chores did you do at Clockhead's pad?"

"Dusting and replacing old gears on clocks mostly. And you already know about the missions I went on."

"Saving the Box Ghost from non-threatening disasters. I gotcha."

And then the two fell silent for a few seconds before Ember decided to say something else.

"You can crash at my place tonight if you want."

"You don't mind?"

The pop princess smiled before saying, "Not as long as you're cooking."

Now it was the ghost boy's turn to smile.

"I knew there was a catch."

"Its only fair. I caught you."

And that's when they both laughed.

Hours later at Vlad Master's abode, the billionaire in his human guise advanced down the halls in frustration while musing to himself.

"I spent hours trying to breakthough the infernal protection of that case with no luck. Every piece of equipment that I have at my disposal has sadly been rendered to of no effect. What should I do?"

Rubbing his chin in thought, the cheesehead contemplated his issue. Crossing the threshold into his private study, Vlad approached a tall shelf full of both ancient and/or valuable books the man had collected over the years. Once standing directly in front of them, he raised a finger to trace along a few of their spines.

"Let's see. It should be right... there."

He removed an aged green and purple book that looked like it has been around long before Vlad's time on Earth. Following that, he strolled over to his comfy one seater and flipped the book open. Turning a page or thirty while scanning each one briefly, Vlad eventually happened upon a section he thought might help him in his cause.

"Oh hello," he smiled. "It says here that there are two particular ways to remove protective spells and curses. One, have the original caster undo it."

Vlad's brows furrowed.

"Can't do that because I don't know who it is. And even if I did, they would probably be unwilling to get rid of the enchantment."

His eyes went on to the second option.

"Blood blossom purification ritual huh? Well I could acquire those but it would take a while. In order for me to get them I would need to wait for a blood moon to occur first. And who knows how long that will be?"

Not willing to accept that those were the only ways to solve his dilemma, the billionaire flipped through a number of pages until he happened upon one which seemed to catch his eye.

"Ah yes. I remember this little tid bit. Very few things can rival it's might. Although... would that work on something like an enchanted case?"

Then Vlad yawned with a hand covering his mouth. Following that, he shifted his eyes down to the Plasmiwatch strapped to his wrist.

"A few minutes past 10? My, it is almost time for bed. Better put this on hold until tomorrow."

After closing the book shut, the cheesehead stood up and returned it to the shelf. Once that was accomplished, he left the area to turn in for the night.

Sometime later, at Ember's place around the time when the two had decided to go to bed, Danny motioned towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" asked the ghost girl.

Danny stopped and looked over his shoulder at Ember sitting comfortably in her purple pj's on the bed indian style.

"I was gonna sleep downstairs," answered the white haired teen.

"You don't wanna share the bed again?"

The ghost boy smiled with a raised brow.

"Scared of having another nightmare or do you like the smell of my feet that much?"

Folding her arms, the pop princess responded with a humph, "Neither."

"Then we don't have to share the bed. Goodnight Ember."

And then her mood turned into a feeling of dejection with a frown on her face.

"Goodnight Danny..."

Then he left for the stairs. After he was gone, the pop princess fell back onto her pillow and rolled over with a sigh as she closed her eyes. A few seconds after, Ember felt the bed's matress shift a bit and her eyes popped open.

When she rolled over in the other direction, she saw a pair of pale blue feet first followed by the rest of Danny's backside.

"I thought you were sleeping downstairs?"

"What can I say?" shrugged the white haired teen. "I'm scared of having another nightmare."

The pop princess smiled.

At least until the boy continued to say, "I was hoping the smell of your feet will drive it away again like all the other times."

Ember glared before she pinching the back of his heel.

"Ow!" cried Danny flinching. "I was joking, geez that hurt...!"

The flame haired girl rolled over to face away from him, but had a content smile as she let her eyes close for the final time that night.