DP doesn't belong to me ; ; whyyyy, Butch _
Clockwork and Sam father-daughter time ^^ I love this ghostly friendship, seriously.
Twenty-four hours straightaway from planning what action to take place as soon as Sam landed back in Amity Park, she was suited up and ready to go.
"I'm not putting you in a false identity around others," Clockwork said. "I'm supplying you with a fake ID and driver's licence to keep the government and others from suspecting you, but you must tell your living friends and family about your revival."
"Do I tell them what I'm supposed to do here?"
"If you believe that they can aid you in your mission, yes. I can tell you as a fact that Valerie Gray and Wes Weston are very much alive, so do try and reach out to them as soon as possible."
"What about money and living spaces?"
"Although you still think you're fourteen, in actuality you have aged to nineteen years in age. You are eligible to rent or buy your own apartment. I will aide you in finances and be labeled as your supporter while you go to 'college'."
"Any backstory for my fake ID?"
"If anyone asks, make a backstory up. Remember to keep it realistic and straight to the point. Don't forget it."
"Got it. Anything else?"
Clockwork floated down to pat Sam's shoulder. "Be safe," he said warmly. "This timeline is counting on you."
"You mean you're counting on me," Sam chuckled. Clockwork smiled undeniably.
"Try to make Phantom reminisce what he had with you. He's unstable, but still has memories. Break his walls down and you may have a very powerful ally."
Sam nodded. It wouldn't be easy, but it was worth it.
"He won't be the same Danny you knew. Even if it seems like it, the old him is gone," Clockwork added. "A sad truth, but a truth all the same."
Sam dipped her head, wincing. She hefted her surprisingly lightweight duffel bag over her shoulder and jogged to the portal leading to Amity Park.
"Oh, and Sam?" Clockwork called. Sam peered over her shoulder at him.
"I'm proud of you."
With a wide smile, she jumped.