Ghost King Danny: Book 1

A Danny Phantom Overlord Fanfiction

Author's Note: You know, I'm actually surprised at the fact that I managed to get this far, chapter-wise. This is the chapter for Vlad's trip, so prepare yourselves for more Vlad/Maddie creepiness, and Danny trying to find the crown. Also, just warning you now, I have essentially made Danny actually train his powers of duplication in this chapter, as well as his friends and their respective powers. I don't want to spoil the chapter, so…Let's get this show on the road, shall we?

Last Time

"What is it Tuck? Is it Vlad again?"

"No. I'm just surprised that Sam is being positive!"

Sam growled at Tucker, making him back up in fear. Luckily Danny was there to buffer the brunt of Sam's anger.

"Wait, Sam, don't beat him up. He was just surprised at your apparent happiness to the situation."

Sam huffed. "Fine. I won't beat him up."

Tucker visibly relaxed, only to tense up at these next words.

"But I will be getting payback later."

At those words, Tucker dashed out the room, to where, only Clockwork knew.

After about five minutes, Tucker came out from wherever he was hiding, calmer, yet still somewhat afraid of Sam.

Danny looked over at the goth, who was laying back in Danny's computer chair, not a care in the world, before looking back at Tucker.

"I think you'll be fine Tuck. Just try not to piss Sam off any more than you already have, ok?"

"Will do."

With that, the two friends realized it was very late, said their goodbyes to the rest of the Fenton family, not before getting a reminder from Jack to come straight here after school, and left for their respective houses.

Danny laid down in his bed, for once, no ghosts interrupted his sleep, but still he couldn't sleep. He couldn't. Not when Vlad was concerned. As far as Vlad was concerned, and as long as Vlad was involved, he couldn't let his guard down. Unfortunately for him, his body was just too tired to stay awake any longer, and Danny fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

This time

The rest of the week at school whizzed by, due to the trio's ever growing anxiousness for Friday. Finally, the dreaded day came. The three were walking to Danny's house with Sam and Tucker having backpacks slung across their shoulders, filled with clothes for the weekend at Vlad's mansion. Danny had a bag on his shoulders as well, considerably lighter than his friends' bags. The reason? He wanted to carry as many weapons to combat Vlad as possible, because if he knew Vlad, there would no doubt be a fight; not at his mansion, most likely, but there would be a fight. Danny was walking in between his two friends, talking about school things, such as Dash's daily 'beatings', seeing as they didn't exactly hurt Danny or Tucker anymore. Dash didn't try to touch Sam, let alone try to beat her up simply because he knew just exactly what she would do with those combat boots of hers. In fact her boots were well known, so well-known in fact, that the students had started calling them 'The Combat Boots of Doom' around the school. Even the teachers knew better than to invoke Sam's wrath, for fear of her boots steel-tipped fury. But, for now, back to the situation at hand: Vlad, and his plan.

Danny cocked his head towards his friends. After a few minutes of wondering what Danny was thinking, Tucker turned to him and spoke.

"Alright man, what are you thinking about? You're normally not this quiet." It was true. While Danny was not normally a talkative person, he was abnormally quiet during the school day, and whenever either Tucker or Sam tried to get an answer out of him to find out what was troubling him, he'd only say "I'll tell you later", and sprint away from them before either of them had a chance to question the near reclusive teen. Sam then turned to her best friend/crush, a concerned look in her piercing lavender eyes.

"Danny."

Danny, in his effort to shut them out of his problems, stared forward and walked ahead towards his home, but Sam wasn't having it.

"DANNY!" Sam shouted. Thankfully, Danny decided to stop. He turned around, and Sam saw distress in his baby blue eyes.

Danny really didn't want either Sam or Tucker to worry about things that were, in his mind, his problems, but sadly, having friends, good friends like these, didn't allow him that luxury.

Sam walked up to the distressed teen…and slapped his face.

Danny, who didn't expect that, was shocked. Then the pain hit him.

"OW! Sam, why'd you do that?"

"It got you out of your funk, didn't it?"

Danny grumbled. "I'm not in a funk, Sam."

Tucker scoffed. "Considering you've been completely ignoring us every time we tried to talk to you all day? Yeah, I'd say that you're in a funk, man."

Danny looked to his friends for a minute. Then he sighed.

"I guess I have been in a bit of a funk lately." At this revelation, Danny's friends smiled.

"Tell us what's wrong Danny. We're your friends. We can help." Tucker said, with a smile on his face.

Danny glanced towards his friends with a genuine smile on his face, and spoke.

"Okay. First of all, sorry about being so distant today. I've just had some things on my mind. Specifically, what exactly Vlad is planning."

Suddenly, Tucker put his arm over his 'brother's shoulder. "Hey, did you just forget that it's not just you now, or something? Come on, man."

Danny let a small smile grace his face. It was times like these that he was glad that Sam and Tucker were his friends.

"Yeah. I guess I did forget that for a bit. Thanks for reminding me, guys." Danny said, a smile, a genuine one, forming on his face. Fortunately, his smile was infectious, and soon spread to his friends. The three friends, now reinvigorated, ran to Danny's red brick home, and went straight up to his room to pack.

Or at least they would have, if the three didn't notice the large brown businesslike suitcase placed neatly on his bed, with a blue backpack seated next to it, with a note attached to the suitcase in neat handwriting:

Danny,

Don't worry about packing anything because I took the liberty of helping you pack. Just focus on Vlad and what he's planning, because if I know Vlad, he most likely is. He doesn't normally do this, so be extra careful, OK? I'm downstairs in the RV if you need me.

Jazz

PS: I heard what mom said to you guys. Listen to her!

Danny put the note down and turned to his friends.

"Well," he said with a surprising grin in his voice. "I guess we have to get going, huh?"

The two friends smiled at him and nodded enthusiastically as the three left Danny's room and headed downstairs to front door with bags in hand, where the RV was waiting. Jack seeing the three exiting the house, called out to them.

"Are you guys ready for a weekend of fun?" The smile on Jack's face clearly shown as he sat in the driver's seat.

Danny smiled at his goofy father. His father's enthusiasm, added to their own enthusiasm from earlier, was infectious, and soon spread to his friends.

"Yeah dad, I'd say we're ready." Danny said, that smile never wavering off the boy's face, as he stepped into the RV, his friends plopping down on both sides of him. Across from Danny, Jazz sat, watching, and wondering what had her little brother and his friends in such a jovial mood. She didn't say anything though, as seeing him genuinely this happy was something that she hadn't seen in the years since before his accident (or their accident, if she wanted to get technical, which to be honest was almost always). And with that thought in her head, the Fenton RV fired away from the brick house the four teens and two parents called home, on their way to the home of the man who would either ensure the teens undoing or sweet, sweet victory.

Just because Danny was used to flying in the sky, didn't necessarily mean he wasn't at all familiar with his dad's atrocious driving skills. It seemed that Sam and Tucker weren't used to it either, as they both held their stomachs in a failed attempt to prevent themselves from throwing up. Finally, after 3 hours, Danny spotted the large golden gates with a large (also golden) cursive M in the center. The castle itself was even more spectacular, with its large towers protruding from the main sector. The RV stopped very promptly in front of the aforementioned gates, lurching forward as it did so. The four teens very slowly stumbled out of the Fenton Death Tra- I mean RV, and promptly raced over to a nearby bush and promptly proceeded to throw up.

"I hope you won't make this a habit Daniel. I would certainly hate to have to replace the rare blue chrysanthemums I spent years trying to acquire." Danny turned around and looked up into the smirking face of Vlad Masters.

Danny, not wanting to deal with the frootloop's crazy ramblings the literal second he got there, simply asked the man where the bathroom was. The billionaire wasted no time in ushering the family and Danny's friends inside, but not before being hugged (painfully he might add), once more by his ex-friend, thanking him for this wonderful opportunity. Once Vlad regained usage of his airways, he led them through his majestic garden, which even Danny had to admit was impressive. Finally they reached the front interior of the house, where Vlad stopped in the center of a very lavish circular rug. He then snapped his fingers, and several different servants came out, almost from the woodworks, and took their bags in their hands before standing behind each of their master's guests. It was then that Vlad spoke.

"My servants will lead you to your respective rooms. I'm truly sorry we don't have more time to chat, but I have business associates coming by today."

Jack was confused. He hadn't known that he'd be intruding on a business meeting. If he had, he would've rescheduled this trip. Vlad, seeming to sense his concerns, waved them off. "Oh, don't worry about intruding on our business meeting, Jack. I'll take care of everything. You just need to relax. Trust me. Go up to your room, get some sleep, and I'll send a servant to get you for dinner." And with that, Vlad walked off to a room in the adjacent corner, and closed the door.

Danny's family and friends stood in silence for at least a minute before a cough came from behind them. They had honestly forgotten that Vlad had servants and had forgotten they were actually standing there. The head butler, or the man who Danny assumed was the head butler, stood behind him, his form intimidating, for a butler anyway. He had a silvery-white handlebar mustache with the same colored hair and soft, kind brown eyes. His suit, like Vlad's was a very expensive brand, a brand Danny honestly didn't care about, as were the other servants assigned to carry the family's bags. The head butler then began to speak.

"If you would please follow me, I will lead you to your rooms." The large, muscular butler walked with a grace that could only be pulled off through years of being a butler. Danny walked behind the man, the other workers following meekly behind him. It was obvious who the leader of these servants and house workers was. After walking for a while, the man, whose name turned out to be Sebastian, turned into a hallway with a red velvet carpet, and six rooms. Sebastian stopped in the middle of the hallway, causing the other workers to look at him for orders.

"The master has informed me to give each of you your own rooms. With the exception of Jackson and Maddeline, of course."

Jazz, always the levelheaded one, was the first to ask the question that was on the teen's minds.

"Why must the four of us have our own rooms, if you don't mind me asking?"

Sebastian smiled at the redhead, his kind eyes lighting up at the question. "The master stated that you may need some space away from each other, after your quote unquote 'car ride'. At the words 'car ride' Sebastian looked pointedly at Jack with an amused glare, causing the large, orange suited man to be flushed with embarrassment as his face turned a particular shade of red. When Sebastian finally looked away, Jack took this time to bolt into the room closest to him, this being the first door on his right. Maddie followed Jack soon after to try and comfort him from his embarrassed state. This left the four teens standing in the middle of the hallway with the butler. Suddenly, a beeping noise emitted from the butler's jacket pocket. He reached in his pocket and pulled out what looked to be a mini pager. He then frowned.

"It seems I am needed elsewhere. I assume you will have no trouble here?" The four teens shook their heads in answer, to which Sebastian replied, "Good. If ever you should need me, just call me using the phones provided in the rooms. The speed dial number on these phones is three." And with that, he almost sprinted 'round the corner, and effectively disappeared. Danny and the others had decided to simply take a chance on whatever these doors held. At least this way, they could be near each other if something came up. And with that, the four of them opened their respective doors in front of them, and stepped inside, wondering what awaited them inside the rooms and the rest of this week.

Authors' Note: Sorry this took so long. School has swamped me, plus I have finals coming up in a month. I will need to study, so you may be seeing less of me. I'll be back though, don't worry! Until then, my friends! I will be posting a poll on my profile sometime tomorrow, so be on the lookout! Goodbye, and see you soon.