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You know what? I didn't put a disclaimer on this thing. So...I don't own Danny Phantom or anything involved with it.

This is the last chapter, so I hope you enjoy it. Once again, thoughts are in italics.

Read on!

Duplication

Fenton was still in Lancer's class, trying to at least look like he was paying attention to the teacher, who had stopped demanding answers from students and was informing the class of the test that was soon to come. His mind was really on the fight that was going on outside. Of course, no one heard or noticed the fight, if someone had, it would make things a lot easier. Everyone would rush outside to watch the fight, leaving him alone to merge with Phantom and causing an uplift in energy. Then he could easily beat Skulker and go back to class. But, of course, it didn't happen that way, because that was not the way his life normally worked.

As Fenton was pondering these things, two words he didn't mean to say came out of his mouth. "Oh, crud."

"Did you say something, Mr. Fenton?" Lancer queried.

Thinking fast, Fenton shook his head and Lancer turned back to the blackboard, writing down questions for the class to copy and answer for homework. Fenton gave a sigh of relief, and started copying down the questions. To his left, Tucker gave him an odd look, and, in front of him, Sam did the same. Fenton shook his head, indicating that he would tell them later.

A few minutes later, Fenton realized what was about to happen. He tried to stop it. He buried his head in his arms and covered his mouth. It came anyway. "Okay, that's the grossest thing anyone has ever said to me! My pelt wouldn't even cover half of you because you're too fat!" Laughter burst from his mouth after he said this, even though in his mind, he was mortified. What he said had come out a bit muffled, but the class heard it and laughed. His friends stared at him with dumbfounded looks. Mr. Lancer heard it, too.

"Mr. Fenton! What did you just say?"

"N-nothing, Mr. Lancer."

"Don't lie to me. I heard you. You were disrupting the class for pointless reasons, because nothing you said made any sense and I am certainly not fat! Then you lied to me and told me you didn't say anything. You know what this means, don't you?"

"Detention?"

"Yes, Mr. Fenton, detention. Two weeks of it. Now, if you will kindly keep your mouth shut, we will resume class." Lancer turned around once again and began writing on the board again.

Fenton was left feeling miserable. Not only because he had two weeks of detention, but because his energy was running low from duplicating himself.

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"N-nothing, Mr. Lancer," Phantom said while still dodging Skulkers blasts. The ghost gave him a weird look, but kept shooting at him. "Detention?" Phantom said a few seconds later. He hadn't been paying any attention to what was going on with the other him, but he could guess.

Great, now I have detention for saving the town from Skulker.

"Saying things for no reason? I guess all this ghost hunting has finally got to your head."

And now Skulker thinks I'm insane. I already went through the whole "crazy" thing with Youngblood.

Phantom's reflexes were getting slower with the lack of energy, but Skulker shower no signs of stopping. Three blasts hit Phantom simultaneously and he was blasted across the street and into a brick building. This time he couldn't help but yell in pain as he slid down the tall building and onto the street below. He looked up to see an imprint of himself in the building.

Yay, more property damage and another reason for Amity Park to hate me.

"Sorry, Mr. Lancer. I stubbed my toe on the desk leg." He said.

I really need to end this before I run out of energy and can't hold my form.

He shot into the air again and flew straight for Skulker, hitting him in the face. While the ghost was down, Phantom reached behind his back to grab the-

Fenton Thermos! Where's the Fenton thermos!? Darn it, it's in my locker.

Phantom turned intangible and flew as fast as he could (which was becoming increasingly slower) into the school and to his locker. Skulker recovered from his hit and followed. Phantom reached had reached his locker, retrieved the thermos, and turned tangible again when he saw Skulker standing right next to him, throwing punches. He dodged left, then right, and threw his own punch at the ghost. It was fairly weak, so it didn't faze Skulker much. Phantom noticed this and kicked the other ghost's legs, tripping him and causing him to fall to the ground. Raising the thermos to point at Skulker, Phantom pressed the button and a few second later the ghost was trapped in the thermos.

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Fenton finished copying the questions on the board and leaned back in his desk. He was starting to feel a bit sick. Most of his energy was gone and if he didn't hurry up, he would merge back together. There were only ten minutes left in class. Just ten minutes until he would be free to become one again. Not wanting to be caught doing nothing, Fenton started answering the questions.

Once again, he uncontrollably spoke. This time it was a scream of pain.

"Mr. Fenton, what did I tell you about disrupting my class?" Mr. Lancer said, glaring at him.

"Sorry, Mr. Lancer. I stubbed my toe on the desk leg." Fenton said as Lancer went back to grading papers at his desk.

Well, at least that one was easy to cover up.

Fenton mentally reminded himself for the third time not to talk. His next problem wasn't just talking, however.

Soon after that, Fenton jumped to the left and out of his desk. He then dodged to the right. Mr. Lancer noticed this. He walked across the room, shoved his face in Fenton's.

At this moment, several things happened. Lancer opened his mouth to start yelling, everyone in the class turned in their seats to watch Lancer yell at Fenton, and a thought floated across Fenton's mind.

Less energy, less control. Wow, I'm about to hit Mr. Lancer.

And that's what happened. Fenton raised his fist and punched his teacher in the face.

It wasn't a hard hit. Danny's energy was really low and Fenton was using all of his willpower not to do it. But it didn't matter if it was hard or not, he had still hit his teacher. No one had time to react, though, because a split second later Fenton had also tripped Mr. Lancer.

Everyone was quiet. They were stunned. Even Lancer, who was on the floor, didn't say anything. The silence didn't last long.

Mr. Lancer picked himself off the floor and almost exploded with anger. "Mr. Fenton! What do you think you are doing!? You have just attacked a teacher! This is a serious offense! You are in so much trouble!" The bell rang, though it was a bit hard to hear over the man yelling. Everyone filed out of class, not wanting to be stuck in a room with an angry Lancer. "Don't you even think about going anywhere, Fenton! I'm going to-"

By now, Danny had zoned out. His attention was now focused on his duplicate merging with him and his redoubled strength and energy. It felt wonderful to be one again. His relief didn't last long. He was in a world of trouble.

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"Then I captured Skulker and merged back together," explained Danny. He was in his room, hurriedly filling Sam and Tucker in on what had happened earlier.

"You duplicated yourself for a whole class period, though. That's pretty good. You're getting better." Tucker's voice said through the phone.

"Yeah, but he couldn't control his voice or movements," Sam countered, also through the phone. "So how much trouble are you in?"

"Well, after Lancer yelled at me for a good fifteen minutes, we had a nice meeting with Principal Ishiyama and my parents. I have four months of detention, have to write a five page essay on what I did and apologize to Lancer, attend an anti-violent class that lasts two weeks, and see a psychiatrist and talk about my aggression problem. But that's just for school. At home, my parents are grounding me for four months and I have to do extra chores. No TV, no computer, no leaving the house, no-"

"Danny! Are you on the phone? I'm coming up there and if you're not off the phone, you are going to be grounded for another four months!"

"Um, I gotta go, guys."

"Bye," Tucker and Sam said, leaving their friend to his doom.

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