Yay! The chapters are long again! But they never look long when I post them. Seven pages in word? Four scrolls on the website :( oh well!
I forgot to ask this last chapter, what is it that Star knows? Can anyone guess?
Guest: Yes. Yes it is.
Potterheads2016: You are correct! And they are very stupid, aren't they?
Reptil: I always love it when Danny uses some Ghost Zone lingo
LooneyAces: Planning on it :)
Sophia the daughter of Nyx: Thanks!
ShinyMudkipGal: She is kinda creepy, ain't she? And I don't get why she continues to work with Freakshow even though he's controlled her in the past. It is always awesome to see other people's reactions like "Holy crap! Fenton speaks Latin?"
Princessbinas: I get where you're coming from about your dislike of the obsessions, but the way I see it, a ghost's obsession isn't the same as a human obsession. It's just the most accurate word for it. The obsession is the drive that allows them to remain a ghost, if they don't follow it, they become weak and disappear, or go mad. If they become too obsessed, they still go mad. But their obsession is like their unfinished business. Except it can never be finished, so they can never pass on.
TheBoss3254: You just gave me an awesome idea for blooper reels
PhantomFanForever: Thanks, glad you loved the chapter! And I will have you know that my cousins own a horse farm
Mimi1012: Yep, that's correct. And she's not exactly falling for him, but it's kind of like how you can think someone is good looking or cute, and have that kind of crush, but not actually like them. You know what I mean?
I don't own DP. For some reason, that's the only wish Desiree won't grant me.
Enjoy!
Paulina screamed while Jack, acting mostly on instinct, screamed "GHOST!" and lunged for the figure in the doorway.
"Whoa there, big guy, don't scare the locals," Ember shot to her feet and grabbed Jack's arm while Snowstorm stepped in front of the large man. She faced the shadow and bowed low.
"Frostbite, my liege, the Great One has been seriously afflicted." Snowstorm rose from her bow and stepped to the side, gently moving Jack out of the way so that the yeti king could see Danny. Frostbite's expression turned grave.
"Bring him, quickly," Frostbite said. Snowstorm nodded and bent down to pick Danny up. Maddie chose that moment to finally break free from her depressing thoughts.
"Get away from him, ghost!" She snapped, crouching protectively beside her son.
"Mrs. F, they're trying to help. Snowstorm…?" Tucker received a nod from the female yeti, and he continued. "We need to move Danny, and Snowstorm is probably a better choice for that then you are."
Maddie glared at Tucker, then at Snowstorm.
"Jack can carry him," Maddie said shortly.
"If that would please you. But we must move quickly. Daniel's condition has been deteriorating rapidly, and the longer you resist our help, the worse he will get," Snowstorm complied, her voice all but kind. Maddie looked affronted that a ghost would speak to her in that manner, while Jack slid his arms underneath Danny's knees and neck to carry him bridal style. He followed Snowstorm out of the carriage, with Tucker, Lancer, and the A-listers close behind him. Maddie remained kneeling on the floor for several seconds, still shocked that a ghost had spoken so harshly to her. Then she realized that she had left Danny with them, and ran after the group. When she arrived, Maddie noticed that the ghost with blue fire for hair, and one Danny called his sister weren't with them. Absently, she wondered where they had gone, and what nefarious things they were planning.
"Why do you keep calling Danny 'Great One'?" Tucker asked, jogging to keep up with the yeti's long strides.
"You are Tucker Foley, correct?" Snowstorm asked.
"Yeah. Danny's best friend," Tucker nodded.
"That, I know. I believe everyone here knows that," Snowstorm smiled. "You, Lord Foley, along with Lady Manson, have been the subject of many conversations. The Great One speaks avidly of your adventures."
"He does?" Tucker found himself grinning. "Wait, lord and lady?"
"You are the Great One's good friends, and as such you are given our respect. As for your earlier question, Daniel has assisted our kingdom many kinds, and he is a very powerful being. He is, as you could say, great," Snowstorm gave a toothy smile and Tucker snorted and the bad pun.
"Hey, what about us?" Dash asked. If the techno-geek and Goth freak were like lords here, then surely he would be the equivalent of a prince.
"Yes, Daniel has spoken of you," this time it was Frostbite that replied. He stopped walking and turned to face the A-listers. "Paulina Sanchez, Kwan Lee, Star DeLisle, and Dash Baxter."
Frostbite scowled at the four of them, a very frightening sight when the one doing the scowling has razor sharp teeth.
"We are not fond," Frostbite said, then continued forwards. The A-listers shared nervous glances before following, wondering what exactly Danny had told the fearsome yeti's about them. They also found themselves regretting their past treatment of Danny, if only because it might negatively affect the treatment they receive from the ghosts now. Not actually because they felt bad for doing it.
They followed Frostbite into what was undoubtedly a medical bay, and Tucker gave a low, appreciative whistle.
"All this tech is amazing!" Tucker gasped, running to the nearest computer while Jack placed Danny on one of the beds at Snowstorms instruction. Everything looked sleek, shiny, and new. Tucker was dying to see if it would be possible to hack, and was practically drooling over the control board. He groaned reluctantly when Snowstorms large paw dropped onto his shoulder and dragged him back.
"Another time, Lord Foley. We have been informed of your love of technology, but for the moment you should rest. It is nearing midnight on the human realm."
Tucker sighed and ceased his struggles to break free and run towards the computer. Snowstorm chuckled, then turned to address everyone else.
"I will be taking you to your rooms, so if you would all please follow me," she waved a paw and started to leave the medical bay, Paulina grumbling about having to walk more.
"Great Ones parents, if you could please remain here, I have questions," Frostbite said without looking back at the group. He was hunched over Danny on the bed, attaching an IV and heartrate monitors.
Why would ghosts have stuff like that? The Fentons thought.
"Snowstorm has informed me that you and the Baxter child are the cause of Daniel's unfortunate condition?" Frostbite asked once the others had left. Maddie nodded meekly, guilt and grief plastered on her face, while Jack protested.
"Of course not! The BB-Blaster is absolutely harmless to humans. It should only be attacking the ectoplasm in Danny's blood, healing him. Those injuries must be from the skeleton spooks that attacked us," Jack boomed.
"Attacking the ectoplasm?" Frostbite looked stricken. "What is the nature of the gun you used?"
"It uses a compounded serum, made from blood blossoms and anti-ecto energy. It's designed to immobilize and break a ghost apart from within," Jack grinned, proud that this invention had actually been all his.
"And the weapon used by Dash Baxter?" Frostbite asked. His voice almost seemed to be trembling.
"I think that was the Fenton Forcer," Maddie said. "It forces a ghost out of a human's body when they're being overshadowed."
"And the components used to do so?"
"An altered ectoplasmic residue that attacks the overshadowing ghost before forcing it out. It disperses harmfully in the bloodstream once the task has been completed." Maddie frowned. She shouldn't be telling that to a ghost. She didn't want to be, but she felt compelled to. The words had just slipped from her tongue and she hadn't been able to stop them. She scowled at Frostbite, who had turned back to Danny and was unwrapping her son's chest, while muttering to himself.
"Ectoplasmic residue… the blood blossoms must have also responded to the Forcer's charge, decreasing its effects." Frostbite placed a paw over Danny's chest, and it suddenly slipped inside of it. Maddie and Jack cried out in shock. The ghost would kill him! But they couldn't move and looked down to see ice around their feet, holding them in place.
After a short time, Frostbite removed his hand from Danny's chest.
"His core is still intact. Damaged, but whole. Minimal damage to the heart, but it will take some time to heal fully. The blood blossoms…" Frostbite turned away from Danny and moved to a large cabinet. He threw open the doors, revealing a large number of vials and medicine bottles. His large paw closed around one, preventing Maddie and Jack from seeing what it was.
The yeti king went back to Danny's side, opened the bottle, and poured a generous amount of the liquid inside into Danny's lips. He also scattered several drops onto Danny's chest, and although red smoke briefly rose from the wound, the halfa visibly relaxed. His breathing slowed, and the tension in his muscles eased. Finally, once Danny had been taken care of, and his chest was rewrapped, Frostbite looked back to Danny's parents.
"You could have killed him," Frostbite snapped, causing the ghost hunters to flinch.
Maddie, sensing that her son was no longer in immediate danger, regained her boldness and anger towards ghosts. "Tucker told us that the ectoplasm was keeping Danny alive, what did he mean by that?"
Jack turned wide eyes on his wife. If what she were saying was true then… what Frostbite said could be true as well.
"Why do believe I would know the answer to that?" Frostbite asked, genuinely curious. He knew that the older Fentons didn't trust ghosts in the slightest.
"You obviously know more about my son than I do, and I would like to know why. But first, I would like to know what you know," Maddie said.
"Fair enough. The ectoplasm isn't keeping Danny alive-" Jack relaxed at hearing this. "But it isn't harming him either. In fact, the ectoplasm in Danny's blood is very much a part of him now. It, like any other vital function, cannot be removed, or he'll die."
"What?" Jack shouted. "That can't be true! Then when I shot Danny, that means that I-"
"Could have killed him, was killing him, as I already mentioned," Frostbite confirmed, and all the colour drained from Jack's face.
"Why do you know so much about our son? And why should I trust anything your saying?" Maddie asked.
"Daniel has spent many days and nights here in the Far Frozen, he is welcome anytime and has his own quarters as well. It is your choice whether you trust me or not. I know that Daniel does, and that he would want you to. I have duties to attend to, and cannot remain here answering your questions. One of the guards will take you to where the others are, and on your way, there is something I wish for you to remember. I saved your son's life, while you would have killed him," Frostbite's voice was close to a growl, something that rarely happened with him. But when it came to Daniel, he was extremely protective of the boy, and respected him greatly. On his way out, Frostbite gave the guard outside the door instructions to take the Fentons to their rooms, and to make sure none of the humans left the hall.
"Is it always so cold here?" Paulina whined as they trailed behind Snowstorm. Tucker gave the walls an almost sarcastic look, before replying to the Latina.
"This place is Far Frozen. The castle is made of ice," Tucker explained slowly, as if to a small child. It turned out to be necessary.
"So? I'm cold, and they should have heaters in here."
"Then the castle would melt! And if you haven't noticed, they are yetis, they aren't going to be cold here. Heaters would make them uncomfortable."
"So? I'm cold!"
Tucker groaned and slapped a hand to his forehead. How had he ever had a crush on this girl? Ignoring the fact that she was beautiful, she was also stupid. And inconsiderate. And shallow. Tucker shoved his fingers in his ears so he wouldn't have to listen to her whining. Star was about to snap at her best friend, something that she rarely did, when Paulina's mouth suddenly snapped shut with a loud clacking of teeth. She had stopped walking and was staring intently at a door down the hall, when her jaw slowly opened again.
"Danny Phantom lives here!" Paulina squealed, pointing down the hall. There, just visible beyond Snowstorm's hulking figure, was a black door with a silver DP in the middle. Before anyone could say anything, Paulina was running down the hall, slipping a little on the icy floors, and shakily skidding to a stop in front of the door. The other A-listers close behind. Snowstorm was about to protest, but before the words could leave her lips, the A-listers were through the door and gaping at the beautiful room.
"Danny better not have anything obvious in here," Tucker muttered as he jogged to catch up.
"I feel as if the Great One would not be so cautious about that, this room being so far into the Ghost Zone," Snowstorm replied.
Snowstorm, who, along with many other and out of respect for the Great One, had never been inside Danny's room, was looking around admirably. The colour scheme was obvious. Black, silver, green, and blue. The ceiling, which had been painted black, was covered in small silver dots that most people recognized to be constellations. The bed against the wall appeared large and comfortable, resting on an ornate, cool blue frame. Against one wall was a plush and welcoming green couch, several booking case that stood floor to ceiling looming beside it.
Paulina, shrieking with glee, launched herself onto Danny's bed. Dash and Kwan were disappointed to see there wasn't anything related to sports to be seen, but were awed nonetheless. Tucker was grinning at the assortment of books on the shelves, which ranged from astrology books, to books on languages, to books on dark poetry that Sam had no doubt given to Danny at some point or other. He noticed that the spine of every book was worn, except for one titled The Fright Before Christmas 2.
Curious, Tucker slipped it from the shelf, and opened the first page to see a picture of a very evil looking Danny laughing over a pile of ashes. Below the picture was a note.
To the Halfa who hates Christmas,
May this yuletide gift serve as warning to all the horrible things I can do the next time you destroy one of my works.
Also, I've written so this book is indestructible and it will always appear in one of any rooms you consider home.
Merry Christmas,
The Ghost Writer
Tucker chuckled and closed the book, making a mental note to ask Danny about the story, and to read it later. As he was sliding back into its space on the shelf, he heard a door open and immediately turned to look. Everyone followed suit, the A-listers hoping beyond hope that it would be their hero. It wasn't, but it certainly wasn't far from it.
"Daddy! Is that you, I-"
Standing in the doorway of a silver door, which a cursive version of Danny Phantom's logo, was a young girl. She had paused mid-step, her mouth hanging open, and judging by her posture, she had been about to run out to greet whoever she thought was in the room. Obviously, she wasn't expecting a bunch of humans. The girl had bright, neon green eyes and, if it weren't for the fact that her snow white hair was long and tied back into a pony tail, it would have been in the same messy style as Danny Phantom's. In fact, she looked almost exactly like Danny Phantom. Albeit, being younger she had a rounder face, but besides that she was nearly identical.
Her outfit bore the same colour scheme as his, but in terms of design it varied slightly. Her shirt was primarily black, with a slash of white crawling over her right shoulder across the front (and probably back) of it, consuming her right arm. She had one black glove and one white one, and her shirt cut off to show her midriff. Her pants, also primarily black, had white accents at the bottom, and her boots were white as well.
Finally, emblazoned on her chest, was the cursive DP that hovered behind her head.
Tucker openly gawked at the girl who could have been a female version of Danny. Paulina fumed, believing this girl to possibly by Phantom's girlfriend (apparently she didn't notice the family resemblance, or the fact that the girl had said daddy). Lancer, however, did notice, and wondered how old Danny could have a daughter that looked like she was twelve.
There were a few seconds of strained silence, then a certain ghost hunting couple appeared in the entrance to Danny's room.
"Ghost girl!" Jack cried, momentarily drawn from the thoughts of his son, and habitually reaching around for his Fenton Bazooka. The girl, seeing the action but not noticing the absence of a physical weapon, shrieked and ran back inside her room, slamming the door shut. Maddie and Jack ran forwards, whipping the silver door open, but the girl wasn't inside. Jack grumbled in disappointment while Maddie quickly searched the blue and red room, checking under the bed and in the closet to see if the girl was hiding anywhere. She gone.
"Hey, Snowstorm, who was that?" Tucker asked.
"Was that Phantom's daughter?" Lancer asked slowly.
"Daughter?!" Several heads shot up and looked at Lancer, then at the nodding yeti.
"Yes. Danielle, is Phantom's daughter. She has been travelling for the past few months. We were expecting her return, but I didn't know she was back already. Daniel will be ecstatic," Snowstorm smiled softly.
Everyone continued to stare at Snowstorm, each one lost in their own whirlwind of thoughts.
Danny had a daughter? How did that happen? Gross, don't think of that. But she looked twelve?!
Does this mean that the ghost boy already has a girlfriend? Or worse, what if he's married?
Daniel, what kinds of things have happened to you?
Great. Now I have another thing to ask him when he wakes up.
If we captured her, we could use her to lure Phantom to us!
"If you would all continue following me, your rooms are close by," Snowstorm said, drawing everyone out of their thoughts.
"I want to stay here, in the ghost boy's room!" Paulina's voice was high and whiny, something that annoyed everyone present.
"Let me assure you, it will not be appreciated by any if you do. Especially not by Phantom," Snowstorm glared at the Latina, who wavered under the hard gaze. She gave a short, obedient nod, and slid off of Danny's bed to follow everyone else out of the room.
Snowstorm led them a little way down the hall to a large and open doorway. The room inside was long and wide, with several tables resting end to end in the middle. Sculpture of ice were carve into alcoves in the walls, and between each alcove was a door.
"Through those doors are the rooms, you may occupy whichever you please. Please do not leave the hall," Snowstorm instructed, then left with a polite nod of her head.
Sam officially decided that being a captive sucked. The mysterious ghost had yet to act on his threat to kill Sam, but he seemed to enjoy causing her pain. He never did anything that could have been fatal, just a few cuts here, maybe a bruise there. Sam was sure that, if she looked in a mirror, she would be a pretty sight. Currently, she was sitting in a cell somewhere in the basement of Sable—the castle that the ghost had informed her she was in.
She had been alone for a couple hours, and was becoming very hungry and light headed. Sam didn't know exactly how long she had been in Sable, but assumed it was at least a day. That also meant she had missed taking the supplements required to accompany her vegan diet. She was feeling light headed and wanted to sleep, but a sense of foreboding kept her awake.
The feeling didn't spring from anything related to her, but from a few offhand comments the ghost had said in regards to Danny. He had mentioned one of his minions doing something to Danny several times. Something that, come tomorrow—or maybe my now it was today—would be very bad news for the halfa. Unless, of course, he complied to the ghosts demands. It frustrated Sam to no end that she couldn't get more information. Had this minion already attacked Danny, or was the attacking going to happen when he refused the ghosts request (Sam had no doubts in her mind that Danny might be tempted to accept whatever offers the ghost would make).
She also supposed that this was why she wasn't dead yet. If Danny refused, she could be used as incentive. This severely pissed her off. Sam Manson was not a bargaining tool. She was not a damsel in distress. And she was not going to give up Danny.
For now, though, she would have to figure out how to sleep these annoying cuffs.
For once, Danny felt no desire to keep his eyes shut. The very moment he was able to do so, they flung open and he looked around one of the few rooms in the Far Frozen not to be walled by ice, but a metallic material similar to that of what lined the walls of the Fenton's lab. His pain was dulled, and Danny was able to sit up with minimal groaning.
He pulled the needle of the IV out of his arm and removed the heart monitors. Danny was alone, so he swung his feet of the bed and stood up, immediately regretting the decision. He may not have been in as much pain, but that didn't mean he wasn't in any. The moment Danny rose to his feet, the whole room began to spin and his head throbbed. He pressed the heel of his palm against his temple and waited for the world to settle before moving again. His first couple of steps were nothing short of a stumble, but Danny soon managed to right himself and was making his way towards the door when it opened.
"Frostbite!" Danny shouted, his grin wide.
"Great One, you're awake!" Frostbite was suddenly in front of Danny, pulling him into a warm, and strong hug.
"Chest, wounds, still recovering!" Dany gasped, and Frostbite immediately let go.
"How are you feeling, Great One?" Frostbite asked, steering Danny back towards the Danny. Danny obediently sat down while Frostbite checked his wound.
"I feel fine," Danny replied, but the soft hiss that escaped his lips when Frostbite peeled away the dressing said otherwise. Frostbite, who understood Danny's need to put on a brave face whenever he was around others, made no comment about the lie.
"You and your companions arrived here around seven hours ago, and I administered the necessary medicines right away." While Frostbite gave Danny the same explanation of his parent's weapons that Maddie gave him, he examined Danny's chest. The skin that had been blackened had peeled away when Frostbite removed the bandages. Scabs were forming over the lacerations and along the edges of what strips of skin had remained connected. Blisters were scattered across the burn as it attempted to heal itself. There were hints of ectoplasm under his skin as Danny's ghostly abilities slowly took over the healing process. No longer was there any blood blossom serum bubbling along the edges of the wound, and Frostbite assured Danny that the surface would heal within twenty-four hours.
The same could not be said for his ghost core. While it had remained intact, it was still damaged and Danny's ghost half would be in a weakened state until it could heal.
"It would be best if you refrained from 'going ghost', as you like to call it, until your core has recovered. Too much stress could permanently damage it. The same can be said of your heart. While that will recover faster than your core, it will still take a few days. Until then, it's best if you refrain from physical exertion or raising your heartbeat too much."
"I can't exactly do that…" Danny muttered. "After I was shot, the portal in the lab opened and more of those skeleton ghosts attacked. They took Sam and left. A couple days ago, I received a… message from the ghost that's doing all this. He told me to meet him at Sable in three days' time, and that I would have the incentive to go. I think that's what Sam is, and I need to be there today, or else he's going to do something bad, I can't let anything happen to Sam. I can't let anything happen to any of them, but especially not her, because if she's hurt… Idontknowwhatiddo, it-it would be worse than the portal, Frostbite. She can't get hurt, shecantgethurtshe-"
"Daniel!" Frostbite's voice was urgent, but soft, as Danny's eyes flashed. rested a hand on Danny's shoulder, calming the panicking halfa.
"I believe this qualifies as raising your heartbeat too much," Frostbite joked as Danny's panic attack subsided.
"We will go to Sable. Princess Dorathea, Ember, and I will accompany you, along with a few of my guards. Nothing will happen to Samantha," Frostbite assured the raven-haired boy. Danny nodded dumbly, and the glazed look in his eyes faded.
"How did you do it?" Danny asked.
"Do what?"
"Get my mom to tell you all of that. There's no way she'd tell a ghost."
"Ah, yes. It is one of the perks of being a ghostly king. In the right situation, I, and any other ghost royalty, can compel someone to loosen their tongue," Frostbite smiled.
"That's cool," Danny said, then he smiled at the bad pun. "I have another question. About this."
Danny held out his right arm, showing Frostbite the 'bruise'. It wasn't as dark as it had been when Danny's gym class saw it, but it was still there. Although one line was obscured by Danny's newest injury, the other quite visibly spiraled inwards at a spot on his shoulder. Looking at the spot, Danny recalled the fight that had given him the mark, and the pinprick he'd barely felt at the time.
"How did you get it?" Frostbite asked.
"From Skulker. I was fighting him, and had taken him out of his suit, holding him in my hand. Before I could get the thermos out, though, he bit me and flew away."
"Oh? I believe he injected you with some of his ectoplasm," Frostbite explained.
"That sounds kind of gross. And bad."
"It is something very few ghosts know we are capable of doing. If done right, it can even be used to control another ghost. However, this does not appear to have been done with that in mind. May I?" Frostbite's hand hovered over the spot on Danny's shoulder and, once receiving a not, phased his fingers through into the spot.
"There is something there, but I'm afraid it's intangible. I am unable to remove it," Frostbite removed his hand while Danny sighed.
"Where's the ghost gauntlets when you need them?"
"Your companions should all be awake by this time, and a feast has been prepared. They will no doubt be hungry, as you must be. And they would be pleased to know you are awake. Eat, then we will discuss what to do at Sable."
Danny allowed Frostbite to wrap his chest one more, and pulled on the black t-shirt that was offered him, before hesitantly standing. He was pleased to find that, this time, the world didn't spin, but only seemed to sway a bit before he got his bearings.
This one is nice and long, which is why I couldn't post it earlier.
Did you guys understand what two of Danny's 'companions' were thinking, and what it means for the young halfa? Seriously, I wanna know if you figured it out, because no one mentioned anything about the a certain something in the A-list chapter, and I realized I may not have been obvious enough.
Sam's okay (sorta)!
Danny's okay (sorta)!
What do you think is gonna happen when they get to Sable?
'See' you next time!
