So I've decided that there is one bad thing about double length chapters. Everything I was going to put in the next chapter has already been used, so this one's kinda short again. Not really short, but shorter than usual.

Sadly there's only a few chapters left, but I've had so much fun with this story, and I'm so glad you're all enjoying my first fanfiction so much!

Princessbinas: I really want to say it was, because I would love to be clever, but alas! It's just a coincidence. A cool one, though, for people who know the meaning of the name Daniel (which I looked up after reading your review)

Guest (1): Danny could actually not do that ages ago (the awakening, as I call it in this chapter), but it will be explained why, in the next chapter

Op Kazuma: I didn't realize it at first, but I guess I did smash those fics into one, and King Danny is the ultimate Danny!

Potterheads2016: I just couldn't resist making him look a little… Grim XP

Nesy Electro: First things first, I found your story, and it's great so far. Second thing, I'm pretty sure darling, starling is now one of my favourite phrases of all time. And don't be too sad, there will be a sequel!

Sophia the daughter of Nyx: Thanks!

Little Did You Know: Saw the picture, it's super awesome

Andromeda Alpha: YESSSSS ANOTHER UPDATE!

Mimi1012: Want a little help getting down? :P

Katpet: Ah, yes. Crazy Danny. We'll be seeing a bit more of him

Guest (2): So glad that you think so (since this reply is a little ambiguous, allow me to elaborate: you said it was awesome, and I love you for using one of my favourite words ever)

ShinyMudkipGal: Yay, victory is nigh!

Mydoginasweater: Love a good cliff hanger, and don't worry, I've got a bad memory too

Rythulian124: Thanks so much!

Phantomfanforever: Such a noble reaction is truly inspiring to a writer :P

Guest (3): Good to know that my brain is lying to me when I think it seems intense, and will do!

Guest (4): So you have wished it, so shall it be!

Enjoy!


To say Sam was outraged would be, well, an apt description, if her shouting was any hint.

After some voting and discussion, it had been decided that Dora would tell the Goth about their decision to leave her boyfriend to fight the most power ghost to anyone's knowledge, all on his own. They doubted that she would attack the ghostly princess, and they were right. Really, though, what they should have predicted, but some unfathomable reason did not, was that she would turn on Tucker.

"You what?!" Sam roared, spinning around and facing the techno-geek, who immediately jumped behind Ember.

"We've decided not to go help Danny?" Tucker chuckled and pushed Ember out in front of him as a shield.

"Do you know what could happen? How can you agree to that?" Sam stomped forwards, shoving Ember out of the way, and raising her fist.

"Lady Manson, do you know what could happen?" Dora asked suddenly, causing the Goth's fist to pause mid-strike.

"Danny could get hurt," Sam said simply, turning and glaring at the yeti.

"And we could get in his way, and be used against him," Dora said gently. Sam's fist dropped just a fraction. "Kraeva has already done it once. He would not hesitate to do it again."

Sam wrapped her fingers around the bandages on her arm, remembering how her pain caused him pain. After those few words from the princess, Sam reluctantly saw reason. Although that didn't mean she couldn't get at least one good hit in against Tucker.

As the techno-geek rubbed the ever growing bruise on his shoulder, they discussed what course of action they should take if they weren't going to help Danny. With all other known ghostly enemies defeated, there was only one thing left for them to do. Join the others in battling the Sleepwalkers. Every ghost hunting weapon in Amity was turned on the remaining threat. Whenever they were able to, they took an unconscious citizens to a safe location, while Tucker worked on a way to rouse them. He suspected that there extended sleep was related to the helmets, but wasn't sure what would happen if he simply pulled it off.

Currently he was working on hacking into the helmets and shutting them down, but it was surprisingly high tech. None of his attempts had been successful, but he wasn't about to give up. Not while Danny and the others were still fighting.


When the shield dropped and the spores first descended on Casper High, Dash, Star, Morgan, and Jason were comfortably out of range, and greatly relieved at that fact when they were running back to the school, and noticed the sleeping people. They were a little less relieved when the Sleepwalkers came and attacked them, noticeably avoiding harming those that were sleeping in any way.

Star was the first notice the helmets that the Sleepwalkers were toting, and how they placed them on the heads of those collapsed on the street. While none in the group understood what they helmets were for, they agreed that they were probably bad. So they headed back to the school in the hopes of defending the most densely populated area. That proved to be a very hard task, although it became a little easier when the three GIW operatives that had gone south eventually joined them. Whether Operative O had had the same idea as them, or had simply been retreating to a more defensible location remained to be seen. But at the moment, it hardly mattered.

When their ally ghosts came, it once again became easier to fight, though they were still being overwhelmed. The Ghostketeers worried that the GIW would start attacking them, but were surprised when Operative O berated one of his subordinates for turning his blaster on a ghost on a motorcycle. Apparently, he knew that these ghosts were actually good. With their help, they were able to secure an area around the school, and were currently keeping the Sleepwalkers at bay, which was the most that they could do with their diminished numbers.

They were in the midst of a lull in fighting, after the most recent retreat on the Sleepwalkers part, supposedly to reformulate their attack plan, when they noticed several figures stirring in the darkened streets. A few of them wished, not for the first time, that Danny somehow could have extended the power of the ghost shield generator beyond the school and traffic camera to light up the streets as well.

But he hadn't, so Dash and Morgan, who were guarding the school entrance closest to that street, waited in apprehension for the figures to reveal themselves.

"Do… do you think they're more ghosts?" Dash asked, a slight waver in his voice.

"Stop being such a wimp," Morgan snapped, surprising the jock. "If it were more ghosts, we'd see they're auras."

"I'm not a wimp!" Dash shouted defiantly. "I'm the king of Casper High, and once this is all done, you're going to regret saying that."

"Oh, I'm sure I will," Morgan rolled her eyes. "I'll become a social outcast, lose all of my friends, wallow in the pity of being lower than Fenton on the Casper High food chain! Those kinds of things only work once."

Dash blinked, surprised. His knowledge of Morgan was fairly limited. She was a weird girl, obsessed with books, movies, and manga, never hung out with anyone, never went to any parties, and was avoided more than Fenton was. As he was thinking, he realized that that was basically everything Morgan had just said, and that was everything he did to anyone who defied him.

His face screwed up as he tried to remember ever doing that to the blue-haired girl beside him, but couldn't recall. Really, it didn't matter. Dash reasoned that she had probably deserved it. Though now he would have to think of something else to do since, as Morgan said, that method only worked once. He had just started devising the new punishment, when Morgan suddenly shoved him out of the way of the door and yanked it open.

"Over here!" Morgan called, waving her blaster in the air.

"Hey, we don't want the ghosts to come here!" Dash hissed, grabbing Morgan's shoulder tightly.

"Let go of me!" Morgan shouted, spinning around and pointing her gun at Dash's chest. He immediately complied. "And do they look like ghosts to you?"

Dash peered out the open door, but was forced to jump back when a GIW operative barrelled in, followed by the remaining conscious Ghostketeers, minus Tucker.

"How are you guys awake?" Maddie asked, her gaze switching between Morgan and Dash.

"We weren't in the affected range," Morgan said. "Star, Valerie, and those other three operatives are awake as well."

"Where's Foley?" Dash glanced around the group, fearing the worst after what happened to Hayden. Although he would never admit he was worried for the techno-geek.

"Tucker's trying to hack those helmets," Sam gestured to one of the sleeping figures lying in the hallway. "He's in that box store a couple streets over, and he's not dead."

"Like I care," Dash lied, scoffing. Sam's calculating stare lingered on him for a moment, before turning to Morgan.

"Since you're the sensible one, and I use that term loosely," Sam looked pointedly at the gun in Morgan's hands. "Could you come with me to get Tucker? He's gonna do something stupid if we leave him on his own, and it's better anyways if he's here with everyone else."

"If it gets me away from the wimp? Anything." Morgan glared in the jocks direction, then followed Sam out of the school. Since the Sleepwalkers were still withdrawn, the twenty minute walk remained uneventful and silent as they crept through the moonlit streets. They had almost reached Tucker's location when Morgan spoke up.

"Why me?"

"What?" Sam glanced back momentarily.

"Out of every waking person at the school, you chose me. Not Jazz, who you know better at least, not Maddie or Jack, who are professional ghost hunters. Not the GIW, government issued ghost hunters. I'm just a decent shot, nothing more. So, why me?"

Sam stopped and pointed down the street. "Tucker's in that building there."

"Okay, sure, whatever, but that doesn't answer my question."

"You're going to make my alibi."

"You're what?"

"Out of everyone in that building, you're easily the least emotionally influenced, and yes, I'm including the GIW. Although I never would have picked them for this anyways. Danny's fighting Kraeva, alone, and I need to make sure he's okay, but we decided not to go help him. I need an alibi, so that when I don't return with you, the others don't suspect anything."

"And I, of course, am the one most likely to provide you with one?"

"Pretty much."

Morgan waited a moment, thinking it over. She had nothing to gain from agreeing, but nothing to lose either.

"Sure, why not?"

"Okay. So you get Tucker and bring him back, and I'll go help Danny."

"You aren't going anywhere."

The girls yelled in surprise as a deep voice echoed around them. They stood back to back, eyes roaming for the source of the voice.

"Thanks to the help of your dear citizens, I have managed to regain the power Danny Phantom stole from me." The shadows converged to form a figure clothed in the night sky itself. "If he returns from his battle, it will be to his worst nightmare."


Never before had Danny seen another ghost bleed. He had seen them melt into puddles of ectoplasm, had seen their limbs fall off, but never bleed. He theorized that it was simply because he had never hurt them enough to do so, and that the only reason he bled to easily in ghost form was because of the fact that he was not a pure ectoplasmic entity. Looking at Kraeva now, Danny felt his hypothesis could be considered proved, because never before had he done something like this.

It was with a disturbing amount of nonchalance that he stared at the writhing figure on his throne. Kraeva was slumped there, twitched a little, as his hands slid along the blade holding him place. Danny's breathing was almost non-existent as he watched. The aura surrounding him had not yet diminished, and his eyes till bore their eerie pale colour. The power coursing through his body was nothing like he had ever felt before. It felt like he could do the impossible. Which, technically, he was about to. After all, very few people would be able to actually kill a ghost. Not obliterate, not melt into nothing, kill.

It was ironic, that Kraeva would now die in the throne he had been striving to obtain. Danny could picture it perfectly. Limbs splayed, body slumped forwards. If not for the scythe embedded in his chest, he would have fallen forwards already. After Danny had 'awoken', the fight had been pitifully short. Kraeva never stood a chance. Danny had blasted him back into the throne room with ease, battered and toyed with him for a few minutes, then knocked him onto the throne. From there, Danny had teleported so that he was standing on its back, and he swung the scythe down with so much force that the blade pierced through carved metal.

Danny walked forwards slowly, a slight bounce in his step. He slunk up the stairs and, when he reached the throne, leaned heavily on the scythe. It shifted a few inches, sinking deeper into Kraeva's chest. The demon-like ghost actually whimpered.

"You know, this actually was kind of fun," Danny grinned slyly, then he frowned. "But I guess I should be getting back to Amity Park, see how the others are holding up."

Kraeva's response was growl that ended in a bubbling gurgle. The blue mist poured from Danny's mouth and floated lazily towards Kraeva, pressing up against his face, before sinking into his mouth, and creeping into the space behind his eyes. Kraeva started gasping, despite not actually needed to breath, and he shook as his skin turned blue.

Danny stepped away and patiently waited for the ghost die, or whatever it is you could call it. It was a pathetic death, with Kraeva struggling in his last moments to remove a blade that could not be removed by the likes him. But still, Danny thought it had been too good for him. Too quick. Staring at the body now, which was slightly mangled from the few minutes of fun he had had, Danny regretted ending it too soon. If Kraeva had chosen to kill Sam while she was in his hands, the halfa doubted that he would have shown such mercy. A quick death was more than he deserved.

He stared at the body in disgust for a few moments longer before holding his arm out. The scythe rattled and flew towards Danny, Kraeva's body still hanging off the blade. Annoyed at the ghost's audacity, even in absolute death, Danny flung the scythe out, and with a sick squelch the body slipped off the blade and disappeared into the shadows of the castle, bursting into ectoplasm when it hit with floor.

For a moment, Danny wondered what exactly would happen to a ghost after it was killed. He hadn't even known it was possible to do such a thing, but Kraeva had proved that it was. Danny hoped, though, that if there was some form of afterlife for a ghosts, and Kraeva moved on to it, that it would not be a pleasant one.

He spun about, twirling the scythe at his side, retrieved his abandoned cloak, and stopped beside the operative that had laid untouched in the middle of the floor throughout the fight. Danny noticed the lack of movement, and experimentally probed him with a booted toe. There was no reaction.

"So he died after all," Danny said, taking in the expression. Apparently during his last moments, he had managed to compose himself, and no longer looked to be in massive amounts of pain. So he, too, looked peaceful in death. That just left Kraeva, who now looked like nothing. Danny wasn't sure of what to do with the body and, still not being in a right state of mind, he just left it there, and walked away. It was about the time that he walked out the doors of Sable, that some semblance of sanity came back to him. But, at the moment, it wasn't enough so that the things he had just done would send him reeling into a panic. It was just enough that he could consciously register he had defeated Kraeva, and one operative was dead. The circumstances of either event remained hazy in his mind.

He paused on the steps, relishing in his victory, and wondered for the first time where this boost in power had come from. Danny was still pondering this when he noticed something.

"Can you actually answer my questions this time?" Danny asked, tilting his head up to look at the ghost above him. The childlike blue-skinned ghost nodded as he abruptly aged a good twenty years.


So besides the Danny stuff, this chapter is kind of blah, sorry about that. But next chapter's contents I wanted to keep separate from everything else, and the other stuff that would have happened here happened in the previous chapter.

'See' you next time!