I'm afraid that this fic isn't going as well as planned. I mean, I knew it would be confusing, but this is really dizzying some people it seems. Hopefully now that he's been named Bizarro and not just 'the monster' or 'hero', things will go smoother.
Have you heard the news! Butch Hartman has announced that due to exec's decisions, DP is set to 53 episodes before cancellation. That's the Season 3 finale! Let's hope he can make a strong finish!
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Bizarro had to find something. Had to find someone who needed help and save them; that would prove he was Danny Phantom. And that would prove he was a hero! He scanned the streets and buildings below him as he flew, looking for any disturbance, no matter how big or small.
He heard a far-off shout and homed in on its source. It had come from a little girl who had been taking her dog for a walk before her bedtime. But he had gotten away from her and had run off into the street, with her following close behind, not noticing a bus driving down the street. And since it was already dark, the driver wouldn't see her until it was too late.
"I save her!" Bizarro declared aloud. "That proves I'm Phantom!" And he dived in their direction to prevent any accident.
Now, what would Danny Phantom have done in this situation? He probably would have grabbed the girl and dog, maybe gone intangible just to be careful; gotten them to the other side of the street, and most likely have seen them home to make sure they were safe.
Now, what Bizarro did was drastically different. In his battered mind, the best way to save her was to stop the bus. So he blasted the wheels of the bus and punched it onto its side. Luckily, no one was hurt, and the passengers were too occupied by the fear of this monster to care about staying to ask questions.
Bizarro, patting himself on the back for a job well done, walked over to the little girl to see if she was all right. She and her dog were huddled down on the street, not out of fear of being hit, but of this thing in coming towards them.
"You all right now," he said, reaching to pat her on the head.
"Don't get near me!" she screamed, clamping her eyes shut and holding her little dog close.
Bizarro backed away in shock and pain. What was happening? Why was everyone now terrified of him? Since the girl wouldn't accept his help, he flew off, desperately trying to find someone else to aid.
That Vlad man had to be lying. He had to be! He was Danny Phantom! He was a hero! He had saved Amity Park from Pariah Dark: The Ghost King, not to mention Skulker, Ember and dozens of others.
Or was that just an implanted memory too? A voice in his head asked. Was his whole existence a farce conjured up by someone else?
"No...No...NO!" he answered aloud. "I did all that! I saved all! I am a hero!"
His one-man debate was cut short when a blue mist escaped his lips again. He looked down and saw someone over by an old warehouse.
"Yes! A ghost! That do it!" he yelled triumphantly.
He glided down to the building, and heard movement by a dumpster behind it. He followed the cause of the noise until he found it. A small, chubby, blue-skinned ghost rooting through boxes, wearing a toque, gloves and overalls. The annoyance of a spirit turned when he sensed someone near him.
"I am the Box Ghost! Beware my various assortments of cubical weaponry, Ghost Boy! HA HA HA!" he laughed, making the crates and cardboard boxes levitate around him.
Bizarro smiled. Not only would this be an easy bout, but this opponent actually recognized him as Danny Phantom. Though Bizarro was unaware that his head was hidden by the shadows, so only his jumpsuit was visible to the post-mortem moron.
"This be fun," Bizarro whispered, stepping out of the shadows.
The strangely placed, overconfident grin on the Box Ghost's face disappeared as his enemy's face came into plan view. He had been expecting the Ghost Boy, not some like-wise garbed monster.
"Timewe fight!" Bizarro cried, ignoring the panicked visage of the fiend.
"Uh, not tonight! I-I'll put the boxes back, see?" He disbanded his power over the cubed containments and started backing up. "See? No trouble! BEWARE! AAAAAHHH!" He shouted before flying away as fast as he could.
"That's easy," Bizarro said to himself. "Even more easy than normal." With no further threat, he zoomed off to find some other malefactor that plagued his town. But before he could do so, he was approached by three figures, figures that he knew. Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton and the double that vexed him so.
"Stop right there, dude," Danny ordered.
"Ino think so," Bizarro growled.
"Man, you were right, he really has gone downhill!" Tucker inputted.
"Tucker! Jazz! I'm me! I'm Phantom! He tricked you! He tricked all you!" he accused Danny.
"Dude, uhh, Danny, listen; just calm down," advised Tucker.
"Just come with us and we'll help you," said Jazz softly.
Bizarro's eyes widened and he backed away. "He made you hate me...FINE! You hate me, but I know who not will!" And with that he flew off with such speed that the wind ripped at the trio on the ground.
"Is he getting faster?" inquired Danny.
"Forger it," said Jazz. "What was he talking about?"
"Yeah, where else could he go? Paulina?" Tucker guessed.
"No, not after he scared her like that. He's thick, but not clueless," said Danny.
"That puts him one up on you," muttered Tucker.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Sam'll explain it...eventually," said Tucker, only half-believing himself.
Danny's eyes widened at Tucker's statement.
"What?" asked Tucker.
"Oh my gosh, I know where he's going!" he said, taking Tucker and Jazz in his arms and flying the three of them off.
"Where?" asked Jazz.
"The same place I'd go if I were in real trouble..."
OOOO
Sam hadn't been able to go with Danny and the others, because her family was having company over. A bunch of other overprotective parents who shared many of the same views as her parents, so naturally they hit it off. She'd finally been able to slip up to her room while they were busy discussing the unnecessary use of eyeliner. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, writing an essay for Lancer's English class on her laptop, when she felt an odd presence behind her.
"Sam.." a low voice moaned.
She slowly turned around, trying to keep from screaming as she did, and came face to face with Bizarro. Her eyes widened and glued to his morphed facial features. He realized that she was scared and covered his face with one of his hands.
"Please, nolook at my face, i-it scares all. Not you, right Sam?" She saw him smile hopefully behind his fingers.
"No, o-of course not, I've seen way scarier things to be frightened of you," she explained.
"Good," he said, lowering his hand. "I talk to you."
"What about?" she asked, though it didn't take a genius to figure that out, but she needed to keep him occupied while she quietly typed a message on her keyboard.
"The other Phantom made Tucker and Jazz against me, but I knew you not, so I came so you believe me."
"I believe you," she lied, continuing to type.
"Good," Bizarro repeated. "But there something wrong. Vlad said so."
"Vlad?" Sam almost yelled. "What about Vlad?"
"He said I'm created in tube and breaking up. I show you?" he requested.
"Where?" Sam probed, hoping he'd give a specific location.
"Hospital where Spectura and Bertandur am," he specified in his jumbled grammar.
"The North Mercy Hospital?" Sam guessed, already typing it down.
"Yes. You come with me?" He grinned again. "I 'member you like flying."
"Sure," Sam faked a smile, hoping that Dannywould thinkto check her computer.
Being eager, Bizarro grabbed Sam from her bed, took her up in his arms and flew out the window, not even bothering to ghost through it, so the glass shattered. Luckily, Sam's grandmother's bowling a strike cancelled out the noise, so her parents didn't even notice.
He was flying north, naturally, with a speed that Sam wasn't sure that Danny could match. She looked up into his jilted features. Deformed as he looked, the mark of determination was identical to the one she saw on Danny's face so many times. It was one of those things that she really admired about him.
Her thoughts ceased as she blushed at her opinions of her best friend hero. Why did all those feelings creep up on her like that. She couldn't count how many times she'd be thinking of something completely unrelated and it resulted in her appreciation of Danny.
Bizarro felt Sam shift nervously in his grip and glanced down at her.
"You okay?"
"Uhh, yeah, I'm fine, just admiring the view," she covered glancing down at the city blanketed in shadow.
"I know you like flying when I stop Amber," he reminisced, mispronouncing the femme fatale's name.
"Yeah, that was interesting," Sam agreed. She started remembering the many awkward moments with Danny she'd had, even when he wasn't under Ember's spell. Her thoughts once again stopped as she felt something rubbing her hair. She tilted her head and saw that her transporter was stroking her head.
"I like you, Sam," he whispered in his growl.
"More than Paulina?" she inquired. This may not be Danny exactly, but a fair amount of him still was.
"Paulina scared of me, but you not, you still care."
Sam couldn't help but find herself touched at those words, knowing he was either too stupid or too honest to lie like that.
"I'm glad," she said, feeling less at risk.
"And you call me my name," he continued, "not strange name like what Spectura did."
"What'd she call you?" Sam wasn't surprised that the youth and beauty craver wouldn't shirk from ridiculing the poor guy.
"Called me 'Bizarro', and looked at me funny. She pretty, though," he groaned, smiling at her memory.
Sam groaned inwardly. Mutated or not, he still fell head over heels for a shallow girl with a pretty face. Bizarro noticed her sour expression and hastened to remedy the situation.
"She not prettier than you, Sam. Not with you purple eyes and black hair. You beautiful," he said, repeating his massage of her scalp.
"Thank you," she said, hiding her blush. "Does Danny feel that way too, or is it just Bizarro?" she interrogated herself.
But she didn't get a chance to try and answer because Bizarro started to descend, having reached the abandoned facility. He landed on the decrepit grass and set her down.
"In here," he directed, pointing to the doors and heading inside.
She followed shortly after, the fear starting to crawl back up.
"Danny, please hurry. I don't like this..."
OOOO
Danny didn't have to ghost through Sam's window since Bizarro had crashed through it earlier. And this answered Danny's suspicions on where his double had gone. He set Tucker and Jazz down and they began searching though the room, careful not to make any noise to alert the Mansons.
"What are we looking for?" asked Tucker.
"Anything that could tell us where they went. Sam is smart and this guy doesn't want to hurt her, remember? That should've left her enough time to leave a hint for us."
Jazz noticed Sam's computer lying on Sam's bed, the screensaver activated from lack of use and looked to see what Sam had been doing. Her eyes instantly fell on Sam's message.
"Guys, this is it!" she whispered loudly, and began reading the message aloud. "'other danny here, wants me to go, mercy hospital.."
"The North Mercy Hospital!" said Danny, almost forgetting to be quiet. "Spectra and Bertrand!"
"Again?" asked Tucker. "You'd think after the whole 'Jack Fenton mucus' thing they'd wanna stay clear of the nostalgia."
"Ew, bad mental image." Jazz cringed.
"Never mind," Danny stated, grabbing the two and flying them back outside onto the sidewalk. "I've gotta get going."
"Hey, no way! We're coming too!" reproached Jazz, having been left out of many of Danny's adventures.
"And get him even angrier? You saw him when you tried to talk to him. You two'll only make hi madder!" Danny reasoned.
"Yeah, well, he wasn't ecstatic about you either," added Tucker.
"I don't have any choice; Sam's in trouble. And with Spectra involved it can only get worse," he finished before flying off to the hospital, leaving the two to walk home.
"I don't know why him and Sam keep trying to hide it," mumbled Tucker.
"Hide what?" asked Jazz.
"Nothing."
OOOO
"Oh my gosh," Sam whispered.
The sight before her was both wonderous and revolting: Carbon copies of Danny floating in glass tubes. Some in his human form; some in his ghost form, all unconscious and identical to her best friend. Bizarro stood beside her, looking between her and his 'brothers'.
"What is this?" she asked, after about a minute of silence.
"The final stage," a creepy voice answered.
Sam looked behind her and came face-to-face with Vlad Masters, Penelope Spectra and Bertrand, the latter two cradling ecto-guns.
"Magnificent likeness, aren't they?" said Vlad."And sure to be an incomparable improvement to the original article. No loyalty to Jack Fenton; no distractions from 'the Peanut Gallery'," he motioned to Sam, " and most importantly, they're absolutely and irreversibly obedient."
"You are disgusting," hissed Sam, not even bothering to control the venom in her voice.
"Hardly, my dear. I wanted Danny's loyalty and love but since I can't have his love, I had to settle for a clone's love," Vlad explained, the twisted smile not leaving his awful visage.
"And what do you two get out of this?" she asked Spectra and Bertrand.
"Insurance," Bertrand summed up.
"Vlad here gave us a leg-up on our aging problem," Spectra specified. "We won't have to worry about wrinkles again for another ten years. Plus, I get some payback for Danny putting a wrench in my new body in the first place."
"And what about him?" Sam asked, pointing to Bizarro. "You gonna send him to take out Danny?"
"No,a failed prototype has little use to us, or anyone else for that matter. That's why we need to take some drastic measures."
Vlad snapped his fingers and Spectra and Bertrand fired at Bizarro. The combined blast knocked him into the wall, just missing the right-most tube. He was still conscious, but had the air thoroughly knocked out of him.
"Stop! You can't hurt him!" Sam objected, rushing to his side.
"'Hurt him'?" Vlad scoffed. "Ms. Manson, you seem to be confused. This 'Bizarro' as Ms. Spectra put it, isn't real, just a comic book reject that thinks he's Danny."
"That isn't true. He may have been Danny at the start but he's more than that now! He's become his own person that isn't Danny or anything you creeps wanted him to be!"
Bizarro listened to her little speech, and was almost tearing up at her feelings for him.
"Thank you, Sam," he mumbled.
Before anyone, good or evil could respond, the lab doors flew open and Danny Phantom came crashing through. He scanned the scene and took a second to take it all in.
"Vlad. I shoulda known you were behind this," Danny growled.
"Why Daniel, you say that as if I was the only person who could think to clone you into my own little army." Vlad grinned very smugly.
Spectra and Bertrand started charging their guns and aimed for Danny, but Vlad held out his arm to stop them.
"Now, now. Let's let the boys settle this, shall we?"
They all found out what he was talking about when Bizarro flew away from Sam and charged Danny. He slammed Danny into the wall and then tossed him back where he had just been crashed beside Sam.
"Oh, man. What does this guy eat?" Danny groaned, his body aching.
"Danny, listen to me: you can't hurt him!" said Sam.
"I'm a little more worried about me, Sam."
"I know. But it's not his fault this happened. He's just doing what he thinks is right."
Sam was cut off when Bizarro slammed Danny again, making an even bigger hole in the wall. Sam looked at Bizarro, his face told that he was focused on nothing but eliminating Danny.
"I know he's not thinking straight, Danny. But you have to get through to him somehow!"
"Sam, run! I stop him!" Bizarro cried, slamming Danny again.
"Bizarro, stop!" Sam ordered.
No one was more surprised than Sam when he actually obeyed, pausing his assault withDanny still danglingby the scruff of his neck.
"Danny doesn't wanna hurt you, and you know I don't want to hurt you. Danny's not the one you should be angry with. They're the ones who did this to you!" She pointed to the villainous trio watching on the sidelines.
"I don't like where this is going," muttered Bertrand.
"Agreed, fun time's over!" declared Spectra, and both she and Bertrand fired again at Bizarro, knocking him away from Danny and Sam.
"I didn't want it to be like this, Daniel, but it seems like I have no choice!" yelled Vlad. And suddenly, two black rings encircled his waist and spread out over his body, changing him from the sophisticated billionaire to the vampiric monstrosity. He raised his hand and fired an ecto-blast at Danny.
Danny dodged it and flew to the trio to stop them, but Vlad's blast hit one of the tubes, knocking it down and landing on Sam's leg. She tried to wiggle it free, but it was clamped down hard under the container.
"Danny!" she yelled, needing to get his attention.
"Sam!" He saw her predicament, so fired a ghost-ray at one of the nearby ecto-death-rays, causing it to explode and catching Vlad and the youth cravers in the shock wave.
Bizarro had had several things fall on him when he had been hit by Vlad, and had just now gotten himself free. He saw Sam in danger and rushed over to help her, but then he stopped whenhe saw what was happening.
Danny flew over to Sam and used his other-worldy strength to lift the tube off of her leg, and helped her up.
"He save Sam?" Bizarro questioned, utterly confused.
"It's over, Daniel!" roared Vlad. "For you and Ms. Manson!" And with that he fired an ecto-blast at both of them.
"NOOOO!" Bizarro boomed, flying in and taking Vlad's blow with his back.
Danny and Sam watched in awe as he stood before them, absorbing the brunt of the energy.
"I fight them! Take Sam! GO!" he ordered.
"But what about you?" asked Danny.
"I not Danny Phantom! You are! You are the hero! NOW GO!" he bellowed.
Danny picked Sam up in his arms and ghosted them through the ceiling, finding himself hoping the best for his obscure double.
Bizarro turned to face Vlad, the man he now knew had done this to him and put Sam in danger. "NOW YOU GO!" He held out his hand, and the familiar electric energy began to pulse through it again.
"We've gotta get out of here now!" screamed Vlad, not wanting to be hit by the blast. For the electric energy was a lesser version of the Plasmius Maximus he had created and transferred into Bizarro's cellular structure.
Vlad pulled out a small controller, and pushed a small button in the middle, which initiated the hospital's self-destruct. That done, he, Spectra and Bertrand retreated.
"YOU NOT DONE YET!" Bizarro shouted, chasing after them, the threat of the exploding building not even entering his mind.
Once the trio were out, Vlad pushed another button on the controller and an eerie Ghost Shield surrounded the building, insuring Bizarro wouldn't escape. They saw him charge through the doors just before the hospital went up in flames, taking everything from the weapons to the Danny clones with it. Once the blast ended, Vlad turned off the Ghost Shield and placed the controller back in his pocket.
"Let's go," Vlad suggested and flew off with the two behind him. This wasn't bothering Vlad really, it was just another bump in the road.
OOOO
Danny and Sam stood by the remains of the building, both of them staring sadly at what had happened to the their savior.
"He didn't deserve this," Sam said, fighting back tears.
"No, he didn't," agreed Danny. "Vlad and Spectra are gonna pay for this next time I see them."
They both continued to stare at the rubble, both unknowingly thinking the same thing.
"Do you think he survived?" asked Sam.
"I don't know; I've never been in a blast that big. I guess will know soon enough if he did. But I hope so, he turned out to be a hero after all."
"Well, he did come from you." Sam smiled and walked over to Danny, pecking him on the cheek, causing both of them to redden profusely.
"What was that for?" asked Danny.
"You've had a hard day; I thought you needed it."
"Thanks, now let's head home." He picked her up and flew back into town, not knowing that a lone figure was observing their ascent.
"You save Sam, Danny Phantom. You save all. Keep fighting; we meet again. If Sam ever in trouble, we meet again."
With that goodbye, Bizarro flew off from his battered perch of debris and soared off into the moonlight, singing a familiar song with a new twist:
"Gonna catch 'em all, cuz he am Bizarro! Gonna catch 'em all cuz he am Bizarro!"
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And that's it! I know this comes off as pretty crummy, I know. My only excuse is that this was very hard for me to write with two Danny's for the entire thing. I thank you for putting up with this. Don't be hesitant with badmouthing me in reviews, I can take it!