A/N: Ended up changing the title. Wanted something simpler.


Danny arose in the morning surprisingly lighter. He cracked his neck before preparing to get himself ready for the day. At least he was early enough to actually eat breakfast before heading off to school.

"Good morning," Danny said as he grabbed a plate. Jack looked away from his food for a brief second, Maddie looked away from the stove, and Jazz took her eyes away from her book and looked at Danny. They were all surprised to hear him sounding so... it wasn't necessarily happiness, but he definitely seemedto be in better spirits than before. And the funeral was what, two days ago?

"Good morning sweetie," Maddie said in a somewhat subdued tone. "I hope you slept well."

"Depends on what you mean by well. I slept with no dreams. That's about as well as it gets," Danny said as he began to pile food on his plate.

"That's... good," Maddie said, unsure what to make of her son's statement.

"Beating your friends' killer to a pulp and destroying his lair certainly helps with the dreams," that strange voice from yesterday said. Now he was more than convinced that it was not any part of his mind, but rather someone else talking to him. It couldn't have been Plasmius. He had no qualms just coming up to Danny and talking to him the other day. There was no point. Unless he somehow thought that he would be more prone to listen to the voice coming out of his head rather than listen to him. Wasn't far from the truth, to be honest.

"Or maybe you've finally lost your mind." This actually was a part of Danny's mind. He could distinguish the two after a while; which voice was which. Christ, now he definitely sounded batshit crazy. Then again, no more so than usual according to others.

"Maddie, have you seen the Fenton Ghost Bomber? I just put the finishing touches on it the other day, and I couldn't find it this morning," Jack suddenly said, jerking Danny out of his thoughts. He forgot how naturally loud his dad's voice was.

"No, I haven't. Did you look everywhere?" Maddie said. Danny just sat down and casually ate his breakfast. He couldn't necessarily tell his parents what he did with it, but knowing them, they'd love what it was put to use for. Making a murderer homeless. He still deserved worse than that.

"Now I can't tell if I'm just going mad or I just hate Skulker that much," Danny thought.

"There's a gigantic difference between going mad and just getting more vengeful. You're more of the second than the first. But fighting ghosts is guaranteed to bring a little madness to the table," the voice said.

"Are you some form of Multiple Personality Disorder? Because actually having a conversation in my head is weird. Even for me," Danny thought, causing the voice to laugh.

"No, it's not normal. Certainly not. Normal was never in your description ever since you became a halfa," the voice said, making Danny chuckle outwardly. Jack and Maddie didn't notice as they were conversing with each other, but Jazz, who was paying attention to her brother did. And she was thoroughly unsettled by the low, but throaty chuckle he let out.

"Danny?" Jazz suddenly asked, making him look up from his food. He blinked in slight confusion as he looked at her. "Are you alright?"

"Alright?" Danny asked. Then he realized that he may have laughed out loud. "Oh, yeah. I'm good. Just trying to think about the good times. Days when we didn't have to bury best friends and teenagers."

That sentence got both of his parents' attention, and they both looked at him with worried expressions on his face. Danny attempted to go back to his food, but then he noticed the stares before sighing.

"I know it's a bit... solemn. But it's fact. And me out of all people know there's no other option but to accept it. I'll just start going crazy if I don't. There's just the matter of finding ways to cope," Danny said, stabbing his food with a grim tone.

"Smothering the pain with rage is an effective one," the voice in his head said. God, he had to give this dude a name.

"But very short term. Not to mention unhealthy," Danny thought before focusing on his parents again.

"I know that we haven't necessarily been a very close family, but... Maddie said before putting a hand on her son's shoulder and looking him sincerely. "You need anything, you don't even have to ask."

"Your mom's right Danny. Even though none of us have lost anyone like this, we want to help you however we can," Jack said, making both Jazz and Maddie nod.

"We're here for you little brother," Jazz said. Danny couldn't stop the wide smile on his face if he tried. It almost looked silly from how wide it was.

"Thanks for that. It's a process, but I can make it," he said before standing to his feet cause he finished the last of his food. "Well, I think I oughta head out. I'm surprised I even managed to get up this early."

"Have a good day sweetie," Maddie said, smiling gently. He nodded with a smile of his own as he waved at them on his way out the door.

"If I have to witness something like that again, I think I may vomit." Ah, there he is. Danny physically rolled his eyes as he walked and lifted his bookbag up higher.

"Hush you. If you don't like family moments, you can vacate my mind whenever you want. You did it yesterday," Danny reminded him. It? Whatever.

"I don't really leave. I just shut up and watch," the voice said.

"You could've done that now Hyde," Danny said.

"I... did you just refer to me as Hyde?" the voice asked.

"Yup," Danny said casually.

"I think I deserve a cooler name than Hyde," Hyde said almost haughtily.

"Well, your position in my mind fits exactly as that. I'm Jekyll, you're Hyde. I'm the merciful one, you're the brutal one," Danny said, making Hyde snort.

"Isn't that the truth? Even considering what you did to Skulker the other day, compared to me, you're a goddamn boy scout," he said.

"And that's horrifying to think about," Danny said idly.

"For the people who got in my way. Luckily for them, I don't have a body anymore," Hyde said.

"So you're trying to corrupt me. Seems reasonable," Danny said. Somehow the idea wasn't as bad as it would've sounded before... things happened.

"Hey, I can't make you do anything you don't want to do. Know that. All I can do is talk to you. And gain control in a way, but that's only if you let me. Like yesterday with your powers," Hyde said.

"Thanks for telling me that, by the way. That was really helpful," Danny said.

"Consider it my goal. I know more about your abilities than you do. Your potential. You learn by doing when you need to actually practice," Hyde told him.

"And how exactly would I find that time?" Danny asked.

"Find a way. If you practice like Plasmius did, you could be ten times more powerful than him when you hit your twenties. I doubt any ghost or human could take you down at that point," Hyde told him.

"In my current state, I'm powerful enough to deal with who I want to. I don't see the point," Danny said before a thought came to mind.

"Please. I wouldn't waste my time with you if you were as dumb as you're trying to sound. You can maintain four clones. You can learn to make four hundred. You can use a devestating Ghostly Wail. You can learn to maintain it without exhausting yourself. Along with cyrokinesis and energy blasts. And there is still more to learn. So much more," Hyde said, oddly sounding a mix between someone wise and someone enthusiastic. "You do want anyone else to die like your friends did, do you?"

Danny stopped in his tracks at the sentence, his nails digging into his palms. His eyes were suddenly burning with anger.

"Ah. You may be powerful, but you are also hopelessly predictable," Hyde said, sounding amused. "Facts hurt Phantom. They do."

"Shut up," Danny growled aloud.

"No. Nor can you make me. Only the powerful get to choose who lives and who dies. It's a fact of life. When the mugger overpowers the civilian, he chooses whether or not they die. The government choose all the time who lives and who dies. The murderers, the ghosts who invade your town. It's all a product of their power and what they can do with it. Your only option? Become more powerful than them all. I promise you that you'll never feel weak like you did in that hospital ever again."

The last two words were spoken with heavy emphasis, and they dug into Danny's mind. Danny had the strangest feeling about the ability of him unable to control him. Because his words sounded... tempting. Alluring, in a way.

"Think about it," Hyde said without waiting for Danny to respond.

"What exactly... does that involve?" he asked.

"Power is built on whatever little you have. Much like strengthing a muscle until it's stronger. Whether it's beating someone to death, blasting their body to shreds with ecto blasts, or obliterating them in any way you see fit, there is only potential. Potential for the potency and the power of that ability to grow. Much like the fight with Spectra," Hyde said.

"I don't..." Danny was cut off by the memory filling his brain. He recalled punches, snapping bones, breaking trees, screams... It all became too much and he ended up leaning on a building as he clutched his head.

"It seems when I gain control, you black out for that time period. I'm all too glad when you let me take over, but it's going to get annoying if I have to keep reminding you of everything I did so you don't miss stuff. You should really take notes," Hyde said idly.

"What? And fight like that?" Danny said in a slightly aghast tone.

"I don't see why not. Other than Skulker the other day, you fight like a moral person. It's disgusting. You don't fight weak, but you think weak. You don't hurt. You subdue," Hyde said.

"It's in a hero's description, supposedly," Danny said.

"The anti-heros and villians are way more fun. They don't have to give a shit. I don't care if you fight for the good or bad. I just want you to teach whoever crosses you that they shouldn't otherwise they're in for a world of pain. You think your enemies are going to learn from a couple of cuts and bruises with the occasional burn mark? Considering ghosts have advanced healing, I sincerely doubt that," Hyde explained, sounding condenscending and mocking. It was not a tone Danny liked at all.

"I am not Dan Phantom," Danny insisted. There was brief silence before Hyde spoke again.

"Of course you are not Dan Phantom. He was a lot crueler, a lot more powerful, and devoid of any humanity. I suggest you adapt to the first two descriptions at least," he said. "With his power, he took over the world. And you can be greater than that. Can you imagine what you could do with power such as that if you learned? Good or bad?"

"A symbol of fear, not a hero," Danny said.

"Being a hero will only get you so far. They are so hopelessly simple minded, it's ridiculous. Using their abilities to capture instead of destroy the evil. Maybe they know for a fact they'd be out of a job if they just killed everyone. Makes you wonder if they're the evil ones," Hyde said idly.

"That's twisted logic," Danny told him.

"But it is logic. It makes sense. Do you disagree?" Hyde asked.

"I certainly want to, but I can't unfortunately," Danny said.

"At least you're not trying to argue with the facts. That's the sign of thinking like someone smart. You'd be surprised how many 'smart' people try it," Hyde said as they began to approach the school. "Oh, how pleasant. This horrid place."

"At least we can agree on something," Danny said as he walked up the steps.


"Skulker, you may ask as many times as you want. My answer is still no," Vlad growled, his tone getting impatient.

"How fitting that the time I need your assistance the most, you deny me!" Skulker exclaimed, still in his blob form. It wasn't like he had any other way to get another suit. That's why he was trying to talk to Plasmius. But you could guess how it was going.

"Because I'd say the circumstances have changed considerably since you last asked me for help," Vlad said, standing up from his chair.

"What circumstances?" Skulker asked, causing Vlad to look at the hunter incrediously.

"Oh, I haven't a clue. Oh, right! Your actions caused the murder of two teenagers," Vlad said, his voice as cold as ice.

"Manslaughter. It was not my intention to kill them," Skulker said in an unaffected tone.

"You willingly launched those missiles and they malfunctioned and killed both Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. That, by all intents and purposes, is murder. No matter which way you look at it. And that is my reason for shutting you down. Well, denying you the ability to rebuild. It seems Phantom has shut you down himself, and in a very swift manner," Vlad said, mentally smiling at the thought of the badger learning the concept of payback. Of true vengeance.

"So you will not help me? You do realize that I am the one who does jobs for you when you need me to? What will I do without gear?" Skulker shot at him.

"I can easily replace your services with a clone of myself. I just prefer to not even bother to waste the effort of distracting tasks. I do have a city to run and plans to maintain," Vlad told him, straightening his suit in as a sign of superiority. "I never saw your actions leading to any deaths, but trust me on this, if Phantom did not deal with you, I would have."

"You seemed to have no issue of me hurting Phantom or any of his friends," Skulker said, making Vlad roll his eyes. Skulker always overestimated himself.

"Oh, please. If I believed you had the remotest chance of landing a burn mark on even Mr. Foley, I would've shut you down long ago," he said dismissively. Skulker's temper flared at that. But without his suit, it was far less intimidating. Then again, Skulker was never able to intimdiate Plasmius. No, that worked the other way around. Vladmir Plasmius was a man you did not want to cross. Only Phantom could do it and get away with it.

"My answer is still no Skulker. And it will always be no unless you can somehow reverse your disgustingly bad decision to kill those children," Vlad said, disgust entering his tone. "Now, leave or I will make you leave."

Seeing no choice, Skulker's tiny form turned intangible and left the building. Vlad sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Skulker served as more of a distraction for Phantom than anything. Vlad hoped one day that everything would be too much and he would come to him for help. Whether to denounce his idiot father and join him or just come to him for something. Anything. But no. That was a thing of the past. He didn't do right by not shutting down Skulker before, but he would do right now. He knew Daniel had enough weighing him down without some idiotic hunter with a superiority complex distracting him. The less of them he had while mourning, the better.

"Consider this an attempt to make amends Daniel," Vlad thought before straightening the tie to his suit. Every fiber in his being was screaming that this was a bad idea, but he was going through with it anyway.

He was going Jack Fenton's house with the intent of talking to him. Vlad cursed the day he got attached to Daniel James Fenton.


"Not a bright bunch, are they?" Hyde said.

"I think being born with a talent for sports or with plenty of beauty causes intelligence defects," Danny said. He ended up glancing at the A-List table, and Hyde certainly had no qualms about saying what he thought about them. Then again, in his case, saying and thinking were basically the same thing.

"This may surprise you, but in some cases, that's not always true," Hyde said.

"Around here unfortunately, it is," Danny said, taking a bite of food.

"Such a shame. The one in the pink shirt looks like a good time," Hyde said.

"Paulina. She's one of the worst ones," Danny told him.

"How much of a bitch is she?" Hyde asked.

"If you're not pretty, rich, popular, or good at sports, you aren't even worth being in her presence," Danny summed up.

"Oh, so she breaks the scale for being a bitch," Hyde said.

"That's one way to put it," Danny said.

"I don't see any other way to put it. What about the buff one?" Hyde asked.

"Dash. Aka, a bullying jackass," Danny said.

"I can assume you would know," Hyde said.

"How'd you guess?" Danny asked.

"Easy to maintain cover as a hero if you appear weak to the rest of the world. It's smart, but I personally would just break their arms and move on with my life," Hyde said casually.

"Have I mentioned that you have a knack for saying some of the most interesting things in a casual tone?" Danny said.

"I know. It's a gift," Hyde said, sounding like he was grinning. It almost made Danny smile.

Danny's head suddenly shot up as he felt eyes on him. His eyes wandered to the A-List table, and then he noticed literally everyone was staring at him. Unconsciously, his eyes narrowed at them before going back to his food and eating.

"You see how he looked at us?" Star said.

"Definitely shows that he doesn't like us very much," Kwan said.

"You two maybe," Paulina said, pointing to both him and Dash.

"I don't know. The look was pretty general," Kwan said.

"Stlil, sad or not, he shouldn't be looking at us like that," Paulina said before nuding the jock next to her. "Dash, go over there."

"I'm not in the mood to mess with Fenton," he said, taking a bite of his food. Several members of the A-List looked at him with wide eyes. The days Dash Baxter didn't feel like messing with Danny Fenton were very few.

They saw Fenton dump his tray with an apple in his hand as he sat back down. He put his feet on the table as he ate the apple, a pondering look on his face. He tossed the apple in the air in his other hand as the look remained on his face.

"Think you can hit him from here?" Paulina asked, grabbing Star's apple and handing it to Kwan.

"What's the point of even throwing this?" he asked.

"I don't know. I just need to feel like things are normal. Everything's been off ever since Fenton's friends got killed," Paulina said, not denying how crazy things felt. The only ghost encounter that had happened wasn't even seen. There was a big hole in the wall, and it was suggested that some ghost just snuck in the school.

"Good point," Kwan said, eyeing Fenton where he was sitting and with almost no effort at all, tossed the apple in his direction.

Then, about as sudden as a bullet, Danny's hand shot up and caught the apple. Then, with a careful toss, it landed in the trash. Several pairs of eyes widened at the feat as Danny turned his head towards the A-List table...

...and smirked.

"Unbelievable. Since when does Fenton have reflexes like that?" Kwan asked, turning to everyone else at the table.

"Never. He sucks at dodgeball," Dash said, raising an eyebrow at the teen.

"So what? His friends suddenly dying made him get good reflexes?" Kwan questioned as he continued to stare at Fenton. The teen in question finished the apple he was initially eating before tossing it in the trash.

"Ah, at least some things never change, right?" Danny thought as he raised his bookbag more securely around his shoulder.

"Death, no death. Some people never change," Hyde said.

"Weirdly enough, the feeling of normalcy felt kind of nice. Then again, what wasn't normal was that I actually caught it. I would've just let it hit me," Danny said.

"I for one, am glad you did not let it hit you. I also vote that you should've thrown it back at the bonehead who threw it at you," Hyde said. "It's not like people would get suspicious over a little self-defense."

"It'd definitely surprise a number of people," Danny said.

"Let it. Surprise everyone by breaking the fingers of the football players. I doubt anyone would mess with you at that point. Hell, I'll even settle for a thorough beatdown," Hyde said.

"You're willing to see anything violent just to sedate that side of you," Danny thought with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't see why you don't. Personally, violence is one the most relaxing experiences whether I'm doing it or watching it. Well, when I could do it. At least there were plenty of people dumb enough to get in my way," Hyde said.

"So you were a killer?" Danny asked.

"Not necessarily. I could spare people. But more times than not, I found myself killing. Sometimes it was unavoidable. Sometimes it was just... fun. One of my worst enemies went to this school, if that surprises you at all," Hyde said.

"Really? Well, I can assume that he was the one who put a stop to you and, as useful as you are, I'm glad you're dead and of no threat to anyone," Danny said.

"Now you're starting to think like me. I like that. Now if we can only get you to start acting on it," Hyde said, sounding somewhat pleased.

"Good luck with that," Danny said.

"I like a challenge. Well in any case, she was not the cause of my downfall. Rather, it was an old friend of hers. He possessed a type of strength that I certainly wasn't expecting, and it lead to my downfall. I was left imprisoned for life," Hyde said before snorting. "Which was stupid. With so many people that I killed, I expected them to do away with me. Take what was rest of my soul and cast it to Hell or something. It was better than staring at a dark, blank surface for years."

"I suppose you died of boredom," Danny said, his tone cheeky.

"Quiet you. But that's actually quite accurate. It was very boring. At least trapped in your head, I can see entertaining things. Hopefully I'll see you tearing apart your enemies like a mad dog," Hyde said casually.

"Amazing. Out of all the disembodied voices to get stuck in my head, I get the most violent one out in the entire universe. Now I'm even more glad I gave you the name Hyde," Danny thought.

"It is quite fitting. Now..." Hyde was cut off by Danny's Ghost Sense going off and his eyes immediately narrowed. Hyde's voice immediately turned playful. "Fun time!"

"Fun. For you maybe..." Danny said as he stood up and walked out of the cafeteria. Looking around the hallway, Damny saw that there was no one to witness him transform.

"Before I even think about helping you with your powers, we got to get you something different for your ghost form. The jumpsuit gets old very quickly," Hyde said dryly.

"Oh, stuff it," Danny thought before quickly evading to the side as he was lowered into a crouch while looking at what flew past him. It was blue fire.

"Aragon," Danny said aloud for the first time in about a half hour. Then he turned and saw that his fire was still spreading. "That's not good."

"Let us discuss... current affairs," Aragon said before taking a swipe at Danny with gigantic claws. Danny leaped over the claws before floating in the air and firing a bright green blast at him, causing him to reel his head back in pain before snapping at Danny's flying form with his huge jaws. Danny took the opportunity to fire a stream of ice down his throat. Aragon made a choking sound as he shook his head erratically before closing his mouth and spewing flame all over the place.

"Crap. Let's hope this works," Danny said he closed his eyes and focused his ice powers. His green eyes were now blue and his hands had a trail of frosty air behind them. The fire around him froze as it hung on the walls around him. He turned towards the fire that was spreading down the hallways when he heard students scream. But he suddenly felt a strong force pin him to the ground, which was Aragon's foot.

"Freeze his foot," Hyde suggested. Danny nodded as if he was actually around him before Aragon's foot froze immediately after he started focusing his powers more. But instead of trying to wiggle free since his foot lost all of its pressing force, he flew outward and shattered Aragon's leg several meters past the knee. The dragon hybrid roared in agony before a black missile with frost trailing behind him flew up at his face with green surrounding his entire form. That green was ecto energy, and it had all the force of a wrecking ball. Aragon felt his lower jaw snap.

Then he felt himself plop to the ground. But not as a dragon.

Looking up from his prone position weakly, Aragon looked up to see that Danny's amulet was in his hand. But ice quickly surrounded the artifact before it, with a sudden close of Danny's fist, shattered into pieces.

"My amulet!" Aragon exclaimed before groaning in pain. He was still devoid of a leg and his lower jaw was broken. His leg was the worst of the two. Then he felt him being snatched by the collar and thrown towards the source of his own fire. The flames licked at his skin, and he yelled, desperately trying to put the painful substance out.

"And here I thought you weren't going to cause any pain. You little liar," Hyde said with a smirk in his voice.

"The fight took a more... violent turn than I thought," Danny thought as he began to walk towards the fire and put it out. But now Aragon was starting to freeze up, so Danny dispelled his ice aura.

"And you even learned a new trick. Two actually. That ice aura and the energy around you while you're flying," Hyde said.

"Frost Point and Ghost Bomber," Danny said.

"Already have names for them. Cool. And as for him?" Hyde asked as Danny turned to Aragon, who was shivering in pain and... was that fear?

"He's had enough," Danny said, drawing the thermos as he sucked Aragon in and capped the device.

"That's no fun. But then again, I didn't expect the beginning to take the turn that it did, so I'm fine," Hyde said casually before pausing. "Did you know that frozen severed limbs hurt far worse than inflamed ones? Fire cauterizes the wound. Makes it safer. But ice? It feels as if a thousand tiny knives are penetrating your leg, stabbing it over and over and over again. I'm told it's agonzing. Plus he's got a broken jaw."

"I don't take pleasure in people's pain like you do," Danny snapped. Now the cafeteria was starting to empty and people started to cheer that Phantom had taken care of the ghost, but his focus was on Hyde.

"I don't expect you to be a sadist like me. I loved causing people pain. I won't even lie to you about that. I had a lack of humanity. There's hope for you. I expect you to see pain as something necessary. If you find it fun along the way, that just means you enjoy your job," Hyde said with a grin in his voice. Before Danny could even think his response, a girl in a pink shirt came running up to him and the sudden speed caused him to dodge to the side and ready an ecto blast, but then saw who it was.

"Oh. Sorry about that. I'm on edge," Danny said calmly, disabling the ecto blast at Paulina's shocked look. The look was quickly replaced by something akin to awe.

"Was the ghost hard to beat, Ghost Boy?" Paulina said in a shrill tone.

"Dear Lord, that voice makes me want to kill myself. Figuratively speaking," Hyde said.

"It either sounds like silk or nails scratching a chalk board. Unfortunately, we got option number two," Danny thought before turning to Paulina. "Not incredibly difficult. I have to go now."

"Wait!" Her voice sounded less shrill and more level, which gave him pause. He sighed before turning around to face her.

"What?" he asked, rubbing two fingers across his forehead briefly as he looked at her.

"I'm having a party at my house. Can you come?" Paulina asked hopefully, causing Danny to resist the urge to roll his eyes, throw his head back, and groan. This again...

"In this teenaged mind of angst, you sound like you need a party. Drink, have sex, smoke. Do something," Hyde suggested.

"Great. Not only are you advocate for murder, but also for teenager bad decisions," Danny thought.

"In your life, you more than anyone needs to be doing this stuff. Trust me, all three can take the edge off. And you've got more edge anyone in the country. Probably the world," Hyde said.

"How about this. You're in your junior year right?" Danny said with his arms crossed.

"That's right," Paulina said, looking excited. The rest of the students looked around. They had no idea where this was going. Did the Ghost Boy suddenly start taking an interest in Paulina?

"And you plan on having more parties in the future." This wasn't a question, but Paulina didn't seem to notice.

"That's right," she said, her tone growing more excited. A pondering look crossed Phantom's face before he looked back at her, his eyes focused. Paulina found his green eyes incredibly attractive; they looked like shiny emeralds and they looked like they could see down into a person's soul. Maybe they could. He was a ghost, after all.

"I'll tell you what. This party I won't go to. But I know somehow who should be able to go. Make him forget his problems for a day, and I'll go to the next one. Granted, if nothing's being terrorized by ghosts. Or if I change my mind halfway through..." Danny thought the last one, but his expression and stance did not change.

"Ok!" Paulina said brightly. Any trade would be worth getting the Ghost Boy to one of her parties. Even if he wanted to invite a loser. "Who do you want me to bring?"

"Danny Fenton," Phantom said easily, causing multiple students to trade looks.

"Fenton?" Paulina asked, her smile slightly slipping. She noticed that he said that he needed to forget his problems. "What, is he upset about his friends?"

"Anyone with a heart would be upset at that. You give him the option, it's an option," Danny emphasized as he fixed her with a piercing look. "So if he doesn't want to come, don't shove it down his throat. I may uphold my end of the deal anyway. I find that you treated him like an actual human being, I'll come. You do anything different? Don't even bother asking me for anything in the future."

The last line was spoken so coldly that several students flinched. Phantom was obviously not kidding about his statement.

"I'll... I'll do that," Paulina said with a nod.

"Good. Then we have a deal. You see him, tell him when and where," Danny said before turning intangible and flying out of the roof. "I hate you Hyde."

"Hey, did I ask you to do something so elaborate? No," Hyde said. "Besides, few drinks, a girl to keep you warm during the night. You'll be as right as rain."

"Oh, yes. Because I definitely want to be a meathead who drowns himself in bad decisions becuase everything else is going wrong," Danny said.

"You have the option not to go. But I think it would help you mentally. Unless you're relying on ghost attacks to blow off steam, you're going to implode with everything else. I don't even have to go down the list," Hyde said.

"I doubt that a party will change it. And it'll just lead to something I won't be able to get myself out of. Addiction to drinking or something," Danny said.

"It's all up to you," Hyde said as Danny reverted back to his human form while in the bathroom.


A/N: I'm doing some gone with the wind type of shit when it comes to this story. I just do whatever comes to mind. Then again, that's pretty much all my stories. But it's not turning out to bad. Even I don't know where I'm going with this, but it's going somewhere. Also, perhaps this is because I'm a bit of a sadist, but I love writing Hyde. Like the irony I was going for, he's Hyde to Jekyll(Danny)