Ghost King Danny: Book 1
A The Overlord of Fiction Production
Author's Note: I'M BAAAAAAACK! Let's get this show on the road!
Chapter 17
Last Time
"Ha! You really think the reason ghosts fight you is because they want to cause havoc? While that is part of it, it isn't the only reason. Another reason is that some ghosts are JEALOUS of you. Jealous of the fact that while others have to DIE to get any of these powers, YOU, and all the others like you get to have both: A human life and ghost powers! Do you know how unfair that is!?"
Danny honestly had no idea how to respond to that. As if taking his silence as an answer, the man kept speaking.
"But of course you don't. None of you 'halfas' ever do. And I doubt you ever will. Goodbye." A black orb appeared in his hand, and hit the upper right hand corner of the castle, sending it tumbling down atop the future ruler before he had a chance to run out of the castle.
Dream Sequence End
This Time
Danny shot up in the bed and looked around wildly as his eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar darkness. The dream had seemed so real. He was about to look at his clock, the red digital numbers reading 2:30. There was just one problem.
His clock's numbers were green.
Suddenly, memories came rushing back like a tsunami. The trip, the crown, ring. And Vlad's gift, sitting on the dresser across from him. The laptop's green accents shone brightly at him, as though inviting him to use it. He sat there for a few minutes before the curiosity overtook him and he slowly shuffled out of the bed and towards the silver and green laptop.
As Danny inched closer to the laptop, it seemed to recognize his presence and slowly opened, slightly blinding Danny with the brightness of the screen in the dark room before the screen adjusted itself and lowered the brightness to a tolerable seeing point. The next thing Danny saw was black and green text with the words Good morning, Daniel. Stand by for retinal scan. The computer's webcam shot out a small green, thin light at Danny's eye, scanning it. A few seconds later, the light shut off, showing the words Welcome, Daniel, before opening to a blue-green home screen, to which Danny rolled his eyes at. Vlad probably just did that to annoy him.
Danny was apprehensive in touching the computer. After all, Vlad made it, so there was absolutely no telling what traps it held. Danny knew that Tucker had altered the laptop so Vlad couldn't get into it, but Danny still wasn't sure that Tucker's defenses would hold against Vlad, he was smart. But once again the curiosity got the best of him and he started typing, his fingers tentatively tapping on the buttons. After a few minutes of tinkering with the laptop, he had stumbled upon a file aptly named Ghost Files. This was odd as the folder wasn't on the home page when the computer opened to that screen, so that left Danny to question, how did it get there? Maybe Tucker put it there? Danny opened the mysterious file to find all of the files that the trio had on the ghosts they fought, along with power levels and daily occurrences. The entries were entered alphabetically. One of the entries was even on himself! He clicked on his file, seeing it already filled was a bit disturbing, but he pushed that feeling aside and started reading.
Daniel "Danny" Fenton/Phantom
Abilities: Ectoplasmic Blasts, Ecto-shield, Flight, Invisibility, Intangibility, Overshadowing.
Recent Abilities Gained: Ice Rays, Ghostly Wail.
Personality: "Danny Fenton/Phantom has an obsession with the protection of his town and its inhabitants, known to his friends as a ""hero complex."
Danny snorted here. He did not have a hero complex. He needed to get the ghosts back into the ghost zone, because without him, the ghosts would run amok. That didn't count as a "hero complex" …did it? As he read on, the file listed his personality traits, as well as his strengths and weaknesses, in both forms. After using the computer for a bit, he looked up at the clock, and noticing that it was almost 4:00 in the morning, he decided to get a few more hours of sleep in as the first rays of the sunlight entered his room.
Sometime Later
Danny woke up to a hard knocking on his door, along with a loud voice, probably his Dad's, saying, "Danny! I'm respecting your privacy by knocking but asserting my authority as a parent by coming in anyway!(AN: Bonus points to the person who knows where this line came from!). And with that said, Danny's door was flung open, and his dad's lumbering form entered the room.
"Come on Danny-boy! V-Man's expecting you for breakfast! Better hurry before the food gets cold!" His dad said with the biggest smile on his face. He then seemed to disappear, like a ghost almost. Years of living with his dad told Danny otherwise, though. When Jack Fenton smells food, it's almost as if he's a different person altogether. Danny smiled and chuckled a little before getting out of the soft bed and placing his feet on the soft velvety carpeting. He walked out into the hallway and was met with Sam and Tucker seated at the table already, but Vlad wasn't there yet.
"Morning sleepyhead, what took you so long?" Sam greeted Danny.
Danny yawned and stretched a bit before answering. "I was up testing out the laptop. I didn't really go to sleep until around 4:00 in the morning."
Sam looked at him with a concerned look, the bat pendant swinging around her neck. "Are you sure that using the laptop is a good idea Danny?"
Danny was puzzled. "Why wouldn't it be? I mean, Tucker modified the laptop to prevent Vlad from getting into it, right?" Tucker then spoke, looking up from his PDA.
"Yeah, Sam. Don't worry, I made it so that Vlad couldn't possibly get in. He'd have to get past my multiple firewalls first." A few minutes later, the trio saw Jazz enter the room, yawning not unlike how Danny was earlier, which prompted Danny to ask the same question Sam asked him, to which she replied, "Those psychology books were amazingly written. I'll have to try out some of their methods today." Little did the four know, a small camera was watching them, the blinking light recording their every word, hiding in the corner.
Vlad
"Couldn't possibly get in, hmm? Well, let's see just how well your firewalls work, shall we Foley?" Vlad smirked, and sent a clone to retrieve the laptop, while Vlad just sat back and listened to the four talk before going in himself to interrupt them. If anything had answers, it would be the laptop When his clone returned with the laptop, he opened it and input the code MastersPaCkeRs1919 into the command prompt and was promptly…
Hit with an error message? And for some reason, a video popped up soon afterwards.
He clicked the video, and his curiosity soon turned to anger. The video turned out to be a simple fourteen-word message.
Stay out of this computer if you know what's good for you, Vlad. Tuck.
The computer then shut off automatically. Vlad, obviously, was furious, almost to the point of breaking the infernal laptop for even daring to deny his access, when he was suddenly hit with an idea. If spying on them wouldn't work, maybe forcing the secret out of them would. But he could implement that part of his plan later. He didn't want to force them, as that would most likely cause more trouble than it was worth for the billionaire at the moment. Right now, he had guests to entertain. He invisibly sunk through the floor and reappeared in front of a golden trimmed door, in his business suit as usual. It was just perfect timing, however, as his stomach growled for food and he began his walk towards the kitchen.
With Danny
"Where's the food in this place?" Tucker groaned. He had been wandering around the kitchen, which was quite big, for thirty minutes, griping about food. Finally, Sam had enough, and stomped on Tucker's foot when he came near her.
"Ow! Jeez Sam, I need those! Why'd you do that!?" Tucker exclaimed.
Sam simply responded with, "You were annoying me with your constant griping. Vlad wouldn't let us starve, especially in his own house. So just calm down."
Danny, Tucker, and surprisingly, Jazz looked at Sam with wide eyes, confusing the goth.
"What?" Tucker then started whispering to Danny and Jazz. "She's being weirdly calm, isn't she?" Tucker said to the siblings. "Yeah, this isn't like her at all. I wonder what's wrong?" Danny pondered. "Oh come on guys. Just because she is calm a few times doesn't mean that there's something wrong with her! Is it so wrong to be calm every once in a while?" Jazz stated logically. The two teens looked at her, as if thinking about her explanation, before Danny said, "You know what? Maybe Jazz is right on this one." This statement caused Jazz to smile and swell up with pride, which was quickly shot down when Tucker ever so subtly exclaimed in hushed tones, "You're only saying that because you like Sam, Danny, so your opinion shouldn't count!" Danny, obviously had no reply to the comment as he was left sputtering nonsense as Tucker kept talking. Danny spaced out for the rest of the conversation, that is until he felt his arm being pulled. Hard.
In the span of one second, Danny whipped around, causing Tucker and Jazz to stop talking as well. Danny unconsciously began to rub the back of his neck. Why, you ask? Well the reason is simple:
Sam was standing right behind him, and she had this look which was borderline embarrassed and angry. And right now, she was leaning towards embarrassed. She then spoke.
"Danny, can I talk to you in private, please?" She seemed apprehensive while asking the question.
Danny looked her in her eyes. Her beautiful amethyst eyes.
"Sure."
Sam then walked away, Danny following her around a corner, to a velvet carpeted hallway, their soft footprints not making a sound. Sam was the first to break the ice.
"So, mind telling me what you guys were talking about?"
Author's Note: Hi. Okay, look I know that I am EXTREMELY late on updating this. I've actually been back for weeks now and I didn't write, and for that, I'm sorry. Hopefully you guys aren't too mad at me. Please, tell me what you think. I'd really appreciate some constructive criticism. Thanks! See you my friends!
