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A/N: Dear Susan Drakian, I apologize for my overly pushy behavior, I should have taken into consideration the fact that not all my readers can check their e-mails every single day. As for how each chapter is formatted, they are supposed to be like mini-moments, for I have no need to keep you entranced for long—I'll be posting the next day.
To Sathreal, I would have to agree, in fact, the only reason I began this was because I was saddened by the lack thereof. To SPskater411 yes, Danny has always been rather adorable…although I'm not sure how to take "adorkable." To kat, it's alright; I rushed, so I'm the one at fault. HikaruWinter, it's like the Heartless all over again. To Soaha, that was the point, thanks for informing me that it was unexpected though, otherwise I would have thought everyone had guessed.
Chapter thirteen: The deal
Recap: And what the hell is this horsey critter of strange cuteness!?
"It's a Nightmare," responded Pitch, glowing golden eyes peering at the hybrid with the bare minimum of curiosity; causing Danny to almost see double as Sam appeared within his mind, sparkling amethyst eyes gliding over the dark figure of the King of Nightmares—'Now that's someone who knows how to dress' Sam whooped, leaving the hero rather disturbed, wondering, once again, if he'd gone insane, 'you've been insane!' the inner Sam (so disturbing! So disturbing!) laughed, 'why else would you have stopped making out with such a hotty?'- "Who is he Jack?"
"Danny," was the simple reply, cute lips drawn into a thin line, "I thought we agreed that you wouldn't go further than Amity Park."
Was it just him, or did the two appear to be perfect together? the black of the Nightmare King and the white of Jack (whatever he was), clashing yet melding together.
No, it wasn't due to the random spark of great fiery jealousy (that danced and laughed—looking startling allot like a chibi Dan killing thousands of chibi people) that Danny broke up their little chat. No, it was simply due to the fact that they—after flying for several minutes through ice cold air, Jack whooping in joy as he dived and dipped ahead of him, throwing snowballs and laughing whenever one hit their target—had gone immediately to Amity Park (Jack followed by the strangely cute horsey…eh…Nightmare) only to find the place over run by screams and cute little (and not so little—for some towered over even the Fenton house) Nightmares.
Amity Park was his home, damnit! And although he was refraining from hitting and kicking and screaming profanities as his favorite wall—the one with the cute little bunny picture on it-was covered in puke, he was only doing so because his…boyfriend—there, he said it! Now all he had to do was actually ask the snowy beauty out…-had somehow, for some reason, became friends with the one doing it…and had apparently made a deal with said person…shouldn't he be angry?
Ah, who gave a damn about any of that! Jack was his! And no random guy who looked like Severus Snape's brother was going to take him!
"Mind telling me exactly why you thought it would be such a great idea to attack Amity Park, home town of the hero Danny Phantom—me—creature of the greatest ghost hunting minds, and supplier of the world's most powerful weapons and tasty fudge?"
The two, in sync (oh how he wanted to kiss Jack right then!) blinked at him. Golden and ice-blue eyes staring into his own before glancing at each other and shrugging, almost as if debating on who should speak first.
In the end, it was Jack who answered, "I've already told you that the world has a need of nightmares, so what do you think would happen if the bringer of nightmares was to suddenly be sealed away?"
The blank stare, which sometimes deviated to other places on the boy's body, like his neck, or feet, was all Jack got in response.
Taking a deep breath, Jack continued, "the Sandman exists."
Although Danny would have liked to argue otherwise, with the Boogeyman himself standing before him…that was kind of hard to do.
"Sandy, the Sandman, gives people good dreams, but his power, like most other spirits—"
Spirits…weren't they those powerful and more complicated versions of ghosts that Clockwork once told him about?
"—comes from being believed in, so, should people stop having nightmares, they stop believing they can have otherwise, which then makes them believe that—"
"Good dreams are all that is," Danny finished with a whisper, "and soon they'll forget who it is they owe said good dreams to…"