Based on danphanwritingprompts post:
"It's fine, he can't see us."
Phantom snapped his head around and stared directly at them.
"Shit."
I forgot to upload it here too, so here it is now. It might be a pre-BOT one, playing before Dan and Dani actually met. Based on the previous chapter, the lines could be put together I think.
"It's fine, he can't see us." Clockwork said, calming his great visitors down - or at least a bit. Not that some words could convince them in real... but of course, he knew it wouldn't work either. Already being aware of how it would turn out made a smirky smile on his face.
One of the Observant's shoulder got loose, stepping over the tense what if the ghost on the other side of the wall could be aware of their presence. After all, they had hired the Master of Time to end him... and the worse, that the should have ceased to exist creature was here, seemingly under Clockwork's watch, outside of the Thermos that supposed to keep the threat captured! And the ghost, watching over all times, the one who should have done the deed, was just acting as if the boy would be a simple guest, giving him a place to stay until everything would be settled.
An eye turned towards the wall, seeing through the surface, as an ability to see everything. The being visibly was occupied by just adjusting on the panels to bring out a scene on the screen on which Clockwork was monitoring the flow of events. That was one thing, he was here, unlocked. But the other more disturbing part was that he was doing it in a somehow created human form.
A small smile appeared on the made-up skin, telling he was enjoying something, but then Phantom snapped his head around and stared directly at them.
"Shit." the Observant hiccuped, jumping up a little. Only after a beat, realising the mistake they missed. Danny Phantom was created by a suddenly ripped opened portal between the realms, making their reality merging with his existence, as a shadow. Which meant, even if the ghost was now 'just' halfway Phantom, but still had abilities to a certain level from every ever formed ghost, even from them...
Clockwork chuckled at the scenario, shaking his head, giving out the lecture. "As I said, he doesn't mean any trouble now, but that doesn't necessarily equal he likes intruders, especially if they are watching him."
The two Observants exchanged a look, but then decided without any voiced words to leave it this time. Even if that meant, they had to let Clockwork do as he saw it written. And all things considered, the boy was always the Master of Time's responsibility, from the very first moment to a once would happen end.
Unwillingly - and not admittedly, in fear to avoid any complications or a chance to an other catastrophic outcome - the Observants nodded and left the two alone, keeping in their mind that Clockwork without any exception, always had a purpose in his deeds.
And indeed Clockwork was well aware - even more than the Observants - how things were supposed to work, and this time they didn't suppose to be here, bothering his guest, on a way to slowly change. That had to happen later, and Clockwork also hated the 'eye-floaters' as the other called them - surprisingly fittingly - appearing out of nowhere, with the worst timing and only leaving behind frustration.
Clockwork floated through the wall, appearing right next to the ghost. "You shouldn't freak them out."
"Oh, come on." cried out the preferably human-formed being, giving the last adjusts on the panels to make the screen bring out a certain view. "I love teasing them you know that too."
"Still," Clockwork debated as he changed to his eldest form, checking the view if that was he had told earlier to the boy. "Well, it seems you are getting very great in this." he acknowledged, satisfied by the perfectly searched sight.
The once malicious entity smiled, a little bit proud, but then glimpsed at the screen. "And yet I can't understand why are so interested in this damn warehouse." he waved towards the sight, unmistakably annoyed by that part was still unexplained for him.
Clockwork hid an all-knowing smirk and instead just floated closer to the screen, eyeing it curiously, waiting silently for everything to happen, letting then the comment without further expanding hang in the air this time.