Once again the day was quiet and windy. Dust blew down empty streets while cries of agony were ripped from the throats of stray ghosts before silence took over. A laugh then sounded against the wind, as 11 year old Danny Phantom found himself being tackled to the ground by his father.
A smirk then formed on the halfa's face, as he proceeded to release a ghostly wail. Dan's eyes widened, before he was launched into a nearby building. Said building was immediately leveled, and caused mounds of rubble to cover the full ghost.
Danny giggled, floating up to his father. He watched him float out of the rubble, proud smirk on his face. "Not bad. I might just start taking you seriously now."
The halfa stuck out his tongue, only to pause as a watch he was wearing gave a beep. A smile then broke out onto his face, as he jumped up and down. "Dad, we have to go!"
Dan sighed, as Danny jumped onto his back. He reached into his pocket to pull out a remote, and proceeded to press a button. A flash then encompassed the two, before they appeared before a small home floating at the so-called edge of the ghost zone.
The house was small, quaint, and simple. It was somewhat Victorian inspired, but really it took from all aspects of history. The door for example was more medieval, with modern touches like a doorbell and a porch light. It felt old, despite being a relatively new addition to the ghost zone.
That didn't stop Danny from banging ridiculously loud on the wooden piece after jumping off of his father. He then smiled at the ghost behind it-who seemed upset by the rough treatment of his door but didn't voice anything about it. Said ghost then turned his attention to Dan. "You know, you need to learn how to travel through time by yourselves."
Dan smirked. "I think we both know that wouldn't end well Clockwork."
"Point taken." He said, before he pulled the door open further and let them in while revealing more of his outfit-a thrown on dark purple long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black jeans that seemed two sizes too big. He also had legs, which still somewhat messed with Dan's head.
Clockwork then opened a portal-one Danny jumped into almost instantly, before turning to the full ghost. Said ghost was staring at him before he gave a small smile. "You should come with us sometimes. I bet Jazz would love to meet a man who's almost all knowing.
The ex-time master snorted at the "almost" part of that sentence. "I don't think that would end well either."
"Whatever you say, Clocky." Dan said, tilting his head when an ectoblast shot past him. "Temper?"
"Dan, I'm tolerating you. I may not be able to erase you or kill you, but I can still easily kick your ass." The time ghost said, composure thrown to the wind without an image to uphold. "Now get out-your family is waiting for you."
Dan chuckled, but did as instructed. He stepped through the unearthly blue portal, and was greeted to the sight of Jazz hugging Danny. She stood up with the phantom in her arms, smiling. "Guess who just bought this apartment?"
The full ghost shook his head while taking Danny from her. "You didn't have to pay for this place you know."
A new presence suddenly made Dan go on alert, as his crimson eyes fell upon one Maddie Fenton. He leered at her as she approached and then stopped-wisely keeping her distance. He couldn't help but notice the mechanical pieces over her legs, glowing green with ecto energy and making her trigger his ghost sense. The devices however only served to enforce his hate with a reminder of how she got them.
"Maddie." He said stiffly.
"I… wanted to apologize." She said, looking to Jazz for a bit of encouragement. "What I did was horrible, and I shouldn't have done that. I just wasn't thinking and-I know you won't forgive me, but I can't just leave things like this. I hurt Danny… I'm not worthy enough to be his mother…"
Dan felt that there was more, but didn't push. Instead, he analyzed her with an intense gaze before placing Danny down behind him. "You're right-I won't forgive you. If anyone were to ask me right now, I wouldn't hesitate to kill you. But who knows, maybe you might earn that hesitance in the future."
Maddie nodded-she knew she was in no place to ask for much more. "Thank you… I have to get home now-Jack doesn't know I'm here… And remember to visit, Jazz."
The 19 year old nodded, a smile on her face as she watched her mother leave. She then turned to the two ghosts. "So, what did you guys want to do first?"
"I want to visit uncle Vlad!" Danny exclaimed, jumping onto Jazz's back and making her stumble forwards a little.
"Uncle?" Jazz questioned, looking at Dan with wonder once more.
Dan chuckled. "More like godfather, but uncle is easier to say. Besides-in a way he isn't wrong."
Jazz just shook her head, feeling her body begin to hover as Dan pulled them off of the ground. And while she began to panic, the weirdly reassuring fanged grin of the full ghost helped calm her down. She finally sighed and relaxed, as the trio turned invisible and began the journey to Wisconsin.
Though it is as they fly that Dan finds himself thinking. His eyes wandered to the bustling Amity Park passing beneath them, and he allows an amused smile to form on his face. A part of him would always have a bone to pick with the town, but it really was beginning to feel like home again… And as Dan realized that, he laughed.
Jazz and Danny looked towards the full ghost in confusion, with Jazz asking. "What's so funny?"
Dan smiled to himself. "Nothing. I just finally figured out why I exist."
Jazz shared a bewildered look with the halfa on her back. "Why you exist?"
"Yeah… Don't worry, I'll tell you some other time." The full ghost continued their fly silently, not budging an inch in his decision.
"And this is your staff-"
"I don't need your mind control devices." A voice stated, with clawed fingers pushing the Observant's hand away. "Do you think I'm stupid? I'm not a puppet like Clockwork, so don't make me one ever again."
The Observant bit back any retorts as he watched the hooded creation examine the space. It was made clear to him that this thing they called a ghost was to be met with little resistance until he was situated in his new position. Why? Who knew. But he couldn't let the beast in human skin walk free without some sort of collar.
"It doesn't-"
A quick pointed blue-green look within the darkness silenced the Observant, while those same clawed hands found themselves tracing one of the countless screens in the room. They then paused, finding a slip of parchment-of all the materials-attached to one of them. Their owner pulled the note open, while cold eyes browsed over the words. A fanged grin then formed on his face.
"Instructions. He knew me so well…" The ghost trailed off, before crumpling the sheet up and setting it ablaze. "What happened to him anyway?"
The Observant huffed, rolling his eye. "He moved to an undisclosed location."
"Undisclosed? I thought you could see everything in the timeline you were in." The ghost said as he continued to look around, glancing at the other specter.
"Clockwork was made from time, of time, for time. That won't change whether he's here or not, nor as long as you have the job. Which is why we also shouldn't just stand here talking." The ghost laughed at those words, hearing the charge in his superior's voice.
"Of course not… I'll begin my search for your runaway pet right away. And in return, you will…?" Fangs glistened with a cheer that made his supposed boss shrink back a little.
He hesitated suddenly, tone strained. "…Let you have his new timeline…"
"Excellent, you remembered." A falsely kind voice left pale lips, as the ghost raised a hand. The screens slowly flickered to life, each one centered on one flying trio. "I wonder if he does too…"
Pointed fingers raised to press against a dip in the chest of his robes, as he pulled back his hood to reveal uneven white hair with black strands scattered here and there. A permanent bruise was located just beneath his hairline on the back of his neck, and seemed to have not healed since it formed. If anything, it seemed to get darker over time.
"So I can see all of time from here? No staff required." A nod was his answer, and the fact it was seen without the need to turn his head made the new time master pleased.
"As long as you're in the tower, yes. But you should still take the staff, just in case." The Observant tried one final time, surprised when a hole was cut clean through the clock face by an ectoblast that was not clearly aimed but startlingly accurate.
"Very well." And once those hands took the staff, a cold ebbed from it that burned to the touch and had the Observant stumbling backwards. "I'll take your staff, do your dirty work, and watch your timeline. But if you ever forget this deal…"
Eyes of blue and green flashed dangerously, as ectoplasm slithered from beneath the cloak's sleeves and formed a sword out of the broken staff. The Observant got the picture quickly and nodded, bringing a smirk to the face obscured by hair.
"Good. Now, I have work to do." And with that, the ghost turned away and the Observant stepped outside.
Another Observant waited patiently for him, before asking why he looked so nervous. He replied quietly with only a name. "Danny Fenton." And with that the ghost zone grew just a bit colder.
A/N: Is this the end? For now. Was it good? Maybe...? Do I want it to continue? Of course. Do I have the drive to write it soon? Eh... Give it about a year. But! There are ways you can bug me about it, but that is at the end of this rant because this is probably the last time I will be talking to you guys for a while unless you PM me so I will now proceed to fan girl about myself (Sad, yes, but lets face it-a lot of writers are the biggest fans of their ideas... Not so much their work.) and you wonderful people.
I love this series-and now I can say series-so much. Not only because I've finished 2 parts to it, but because people actually enjoyed those 2 parts of it! Honestly, to me personally the things I write aren't... Great... But I'm always in-love with the concepts I come up with, while also wondering just why no one more skilled came up with it so I could read it and not force myself to dust off my limited vocab memories. And when you guys review saying you like it-even if I don't reply you made me feel like I wasn't just putting words to text because I like not doing homework
Thank you guys for your reviews, faves, and even just glancing at this thing I made. I hope its good enough to tell people about and maybe even inspires you somehow. I hope to add on in the future since there's a pretty big plot bunny gorging itself on ideas over here, but I have a case of a so-called "AU syndrome" so you might get a ton of random nonsense first.
And! Bonus if you made it this far, first up is tumblr. I have one of those, it's for this AU, as of posting there is nothing on it at all save the About page, and I plan to mostly like things I find funny, re-blog whatever you guys make for this thing, and sometimes post art. Probably mostly sketches... If you force enough of your friends to join I might also take asks. Have fun with that!
Finally-Deviant-art. I have one of these too, I use it less because I am currently avoiding doing requests, but it exists and I make art for it. Its the best place to come talk to me when I'm not obsessively refreshing Fan-fiction, so check that out too. (Ignore most of the bad stuff as best you can.)
And... That's it. For now. Feel free to vent your feelings about not hearing about this other Danny Fenton for awhile in the reviews. But I might draw him... Because I really want to... Yeah, I'll do that and see you guys around.
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