MIRACLE...PUNCH! *BANG*
Okay, yes, it's been a while, but I've been dealing with stupid drama stuff, so to make up for lost time, here's the next chapter! This chapter was inspired by a conversation with Mrs. Bumblebee, my new best friend online! Also, my new OC Jasle will be taking the place of Reki, mostly on the grounds that she can pull off being evil.
CHAPTAH!
STARTO!
"Here's the last Gear, Clockwork. Where do you want me to put it?" The Time Keeper smiled as the halfa floated in, carrying a gear easily four times his size.
"Just over there would be nice. I never really checked how many broken gears there were strewn about my home."
Danny was helping Clockwork clean the tower in which he lived. It had been several months since Danny had woken up in the Time Keeper's coop, and after he'd returned home and explained to his friends, both Sam and Tucker agreed that it was best to have such a powerful ghost as an ally. Danny would visit every so often, and would help Clockwork out with small tasks, such as moving the broken gears from where new ones would appear, to simply cleaning the hallways and rooms. It was hard work, but it wasn't anything Danny couldn't handle. Besides, he really did owe Clockwork for saving him.
There was always a small part of his mind that nagged at him; what had happened that day?
Sam and Tucker told him that Skulker had appeared, and managed to capture Danny, dragging him back into the Ghost Zone. But he couldn't remember any of that. He supposed his memory would eventually come back, but the nagging feeling about something being off lingered.
Coming back to the present, Danny carefully lowered the gear onto the floor, where a shimmering portal swallowed it up. He floated back to Clockwork, who patted him on the head appraisingly.
"I know that may not have been fun, Danny, but I thank you immensely for your help today." Danny smiled as the Time Keeper floated over to another gear, waving his staff over it. A scene appeared inside it, like an oddly-shaped TV, and though Danny was curious, he knew better than to try peeking. He stood away from the Time Keeper as he moved about, watching the long blue tail writhe in the air. He had a tail in ghost form as well, but he had the option of having a tail, or having...
"Hey, Clockwork?" A 'hmm?' was the response. "Do you have legs?"
The resulting CRASH! from whatever Clockwork dropped was lost on Danny as he watched Clockwork curl in on himself laughing. "AH-HAHA-HA! HAHA-HA-HA!" The sound echoed off the crumbling walls of the tower, making Danny turn slightly pink when he realized Clockwork was laughing at HIM.
"Ahaha-hahaha-hahaha! Oh, my, from the mouths of children..." Clockwork muttered as he finally caught his breath. He gave Danny a bemused look. "Of course I have legs Danny. I just prefer my tail. It makes it easier to fly."
Danny blinked, his blush receding. "Really? I never noticed before." Now that he thought on it, he did recall flying faster with a tail, especially when chased by his parents. He formed his tail, examining the dark grey coloring and comparing it to the bright blue Clockwork had.
"Oh yes. If you try to recall, many ghosts prefer tails, and I think its best." Danny definitely recalled fighting enemies with tails more often than his regulars, who all used their legs. Though, trying to imagine Skulker or the Lunch Lady with a tail made him want to crack up. Clockwork regarded the strong form of his charge, how his body seemed to naturally adapt to being spectral, as opposed to its human form. He glided over, smiling as Danny spun in a circle, his tail making a fan-like noise, like a helicopter decending. Clockwork reached out as Danny slowed, steadying the halfa as he wobbled from side to side. "Of course, that doesn't mean it makes you resistant to vertigo."
Danny laughed nervously, leaning against the Time Keeper as he waited for the feeling in his stomach to stop. As he did so, he looked at the ground, his mind focusing on something he'd been edgy about for a while. His sister, whom he was pretty sure knew a little about him that he hadn't meant for her to know.
"Hey, Clockwork?" The Time Keeper's smile grew. "I think I'm ready to tell her."
Jazmine Fenton was a woman of logic. Stating that fact, living with a family whose adult figures hunted ghosts on a daily, and sometimes nightly, basis, it made for a very tense atmosphere. Adding to that, the existance of her brother, who was hiding the fact that he was part ghost, because of an accident he had, and the tension thickened to the consistency of cement.
"Danny? Mom said you wanted to talk to me?" Her younger brother nodded and patted the spot next to him. Jazz sat down on the bed, eyebrow raised at his behavior. He fidgeted, eyes locked on hers, and then looked away when she returned his stare.
"Jazz...I...I've had a feeling for a while...about you." Jazz raised an eyebrow. "What I mean is, I've had to keep... a secret, but I think you found out." Her eyes widened.
"Uh, I, uh, no I didn't find all those comics under your bed by snooping! I just-" Danny held up his hand.
"I meant about me being a half-ghost." Jazz was the one to fidget this time. Danny continued. "How long have you known?"
She sighed. "Since the Spectra incedent." Jazz frowned. "I kept quiet about it, because I figured you'd eventually tell me or someone about it. Besides, it's your secret."
Danny grabbed her sister in a hug. "Well, now it's our secret." Startled Jazz simply sat there, until her body moved to embrace her brother. She smiled as they shared a moment, before a blur face emerged from the wall and shouted "BEWARE!"
Clockwork floated nearby the gear that displayed the Fenton siblings, who were chasing the Box Ghost. He felt an energy signature appear and turned to acknowledge the female standing in the dark doorway.
"You realise this will end unfavorably, right Time Keeper?" He turned to her, glaring.
"I know what I know. You will do well to know your place." She stepped out of the shadows. The girl had black hair that hung low in the front while cropped short in the back. Her purple eyes were locked on the Time Keeper, and her cape rose slightly on her shoulder to hiss at him.
"I know my place well. I am one of the entities that ends Time-Lines that would hinder Reality. Yours will come to an end soon, because of your decisions regarding the boy." She said, allowing the cape to dissolve into what appeared to be a million bats. They all flew into the gear, and she walked up to stand next to him. He smirked as the bats each took up residence somewhere in Amity-Park.
"You don't wear skirts. You are very un-feminine, you realise?" She made a snarl low in her throat, and scowled at him.
"I wear pants because then I don't need to worry about people staring at my underpants. And who are you to talk? I seem to recall the fact that Danny's tail reflects his suit. What does your tail reflect?" Clockwork had the decency to blush and pushed at the woman with his staff, attempting to puncture her arm.
"Off with you, girl. Jasle, I will continue as we agreed. When Danny is in my grasp, you may do what you see fit." Jasle curtsied mockingly to him and vanished in a plume of black and blue smoke. Clockwork turned to the gear that showed Jazz and Danny giving each other a high-five for capturing the ghost together.
"When you are in my grasp, Danny, not even your light can over-turn my darkness."
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