Yuki: Moo~!
Anika: Almost done with sophomore year!
Yuki: YAY~!
Disclaimer: Butch Hartman would projectile vomit out of every orifice if he would read this misshapen horror of a story.
Warning: Dahlia having a more important role, Freakshow being a pedophile, Dahlia and Danny connection, almost suicide, almost character death, Fascist thinking, mentions of the Holocaust and Nazism
Note: Based on Episode 20, Control Freaks.
Another note: Daijoubu is Japanese for 'it's okay'. Habibi is Arabic for 'beloved'.
Songs used: Faggot by Mindless Self Indulgence
Poem used: A Reading of Unlove - author unknown (unknown by me anyway...)
Written from May 22 to June
Chapter 13: Halloween
"We call Upon the Sacred Three; To Save...To Shield...To Surround The hearth...The House...The Household This Night, Each Night, Every Night!" Danny read the book from the incantation booklet. His mother and father, though originally Shintoist and Jewish respectively, had turned to aethism in their later years. Danny had stayed an aethist, but he would pray to the gods he needed when necessary.
The ghost of his mother appeared before him. "My wishing star..."
"Mama..."
Phantom was patrolling the city late on November 2. He should've been home with Danny and Gretel-sama...
Home... How had it been since he came to be with Danny?
I been denied all the best ultrasex
I been denied all the best ultrasex
Fourteen years of not knowing who he really was... and Danny cared about him anyway...
A puff of breath came from Phantom's throat, leading him to a jewelry store. Once inside, he saw four groups of floating gems. "And I thought 'Merchandise flying off the shelves' was just an expression."
Danny sat on his psychiatrist's couch.
"Danny, did you go through anything traumatic as a child?"
"..."
"Danny?"
"Yes. Yes, I did."
"Can you tell me what it was?"
"The separation of my parents when I was three until I was 6."
"Did your mother ever hurt you?"
"I've hated you since I first brought you home!"
"No."
"Good morning, sunshine! And how do we greet the brand-new day?"
"With a smile on your face and an attitude of gratitude!"
Jeremy and Pamela Manson did not approve of their daughter's tastes in... society. Too much black... ALL black really... Didn't she know what her family went through? How hard that the Manson Family, from Auschwitz to New York and Amity Park, worked hard to get to where they were today?
They also didn't approve of her friends.
Tucker Foley was an ordinary boy, young and intelligent, but his etiquette - or lack of - put him on the Manson's bad list.
I-I tried to consume just like a super faggot
I got some dude
How can y'all bring a muthafucka something so good he couldn't say no
You nailed me hard
I love 'em when they don't give a motherfucking shit
I could've been someone instead of falling flat upon my ass
Daniel Fenton, he was another story. Something seemed vaguely familiar about the boy. He definitely was integrated in the goth sub-culture, possibly even more so than Samanatha. They had seen him in the mall during his middle school years, wearing black clothes and make-up. His eyes... his eyes seemed to have seen things that aged him. Pamela had seen the same look in the eyes of her mother.
Stela Mareš, or Ida Manson, had connected with Danny the moment Sam had brought her to Grandparents' Day at Casper Elementary. She had talked to him about the Holocaust that she had never experienced and her rebellious years when she was a teenager. Danny had told her stories of witches and demons, which Ida commented and added details to.
The Mansons didn't like Danny Fenton.
"Up next: Is your teenage daughter moody? Sulrey? Is her outlook on life blacker than her eyeliner?" After hearing that message on the TV, Jeremy and Manson glared at their daughter, who gazed innocently at them.
"Take an active interest in your child. Know who her friends are. Learn to recognize a bad influence when it walks through your door." At that moment, Danny Fenton decided to walk through the Mansons' door.
"Hey, Sam! I got that Morbid, Anti-Social Youth CD you wanted."
"..."
"What? Have you heard My Parents Reek? That cut rocks!"
Dahlia lay in Danny's soul room, Phantom's head in her lap. He was asleep, in which Dahlia took time to brush his hair.
"So quiet..."
She looked around the soul room. The walls were silver... the color of secrecy. So many secrets, said secrets hanging like spider webs from the ceiling.
Dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it to the tune of faggot, faggot, faggot
Ow-dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it with that...
Dahlia put down Dark's head and materialized in the real world.
Danny and Sam stood outside of the Jewess's house. "Where are you going? School's this way."
Dahlia laughed as her innocent descendant looked so clueless. The goth girl ran off to the Circus.
Everything turned gray as time stopped.
A flurry of dark purple butterflies went by Dahlia and left a woman in a dark purple, egotistical dress, in contrast to the light blue of Dahlia's gown. The Black Witch stood there in her purple dress, smirking.
"Your descendant is very rebellious, Black Witch."
"Endless Witch, yours used to get wasted and sleep with men."
"Yours is a poser."
"Touché."
Danny, Phantom, and Dahlia stared at the orb that was on Freakshow's staff. The red swirled in seductive spirals.
They sank into the abyss of obedience.
'Follow our order, little one... The ssseductive power of the Darknessss...'
"'Make them see you for who you are!'"
"Make them see us for who we are..." Danny's eyes turned red. He projected his voice. "HEY! Everyone! Over here! We're Danny Fenton and Sam Manson."
He obeyed the order...
"We cut school and we're proud of it!"
... like he obeyed the wolf's orders. Years ago...
Once at Casper High and away from the orb, Danny's mind, and those of ghostly inhabitants of his body, became clear.
"Nice job, Danny." Sam hissed, the Black Witch over her shoulder. Danny could see her egging his friend on with taunting. "Maybe I should've said 'Hey! It's Inviso-Bill!'"
"I'm sorry!" Danny was preoccupied with the Black Witch, who was staring at him, hatred and laughter in her eyes. "I don't know what came over me."
After Tucker came in dressed as Sam, Danny realized what came over him.
His lust... For power, not sex, you pervs.
In detention, Sam continued to whine. "I wanted to experience something horrific and unimaginable. This isn't what I had in mind," she complained, referring to Mr. Lancer's toenail-clipping session.
"We can always go to the circus tomorrow," reassured Danny. "That is, assuming we're not grounded and your parents let me within a hundred feet of you."
Tucker showed his friends another ad for Circus Gothica. Danny stared at the red orb.
'Come little one... Come to the Circussss Gothica... Get the power you dezzire...'
"'Unleash your dark side at Circus Gothica...'"
"Unleash your dark side at Circus Gothica." Danny's eyes became red, a bloody shade. Something... was calling... to him...
Everything became gray as time stopped for the second time that November 4th.
Dahlia appeared in front of Danny. She placed a medallion around his neck.
"Hello, Danny."
"Dahlia-sama." As her descendant and a witch of high power, he was allowed to say her name without her title.
"What are you thinking of right now?"
"... Circus..."
"That orb is calling the three of us there, Danny."
"And?"
"Get that orb and we shall gain the power that had eluded our family for centuries."
I been denied all the best ultra sex
I been denied all the best ultra sex
Danny, with his red filled eyes and medallion-free neck, walked away from the detention table where he, Sam, and Tucker had been sitting.
His path was blocked by Mr. Lancer. "And just where do you think you're going, Mr. Fenton?"
The red went away to show that Danny's irises became red... It looked so natural...
Dark took over, his irises also red, and phased into Lancer's body.
"Unleash your dark side at Circus Gothica." The overshadowed Lancer promptly walked to the Janitor's closet and was locked inside by Dark, who casually listened to Lancer's cries for freedom from the outside. Danny appeared in his magical ghost form.
"Cask of Amontillado! Let me out! Let me out!"
"Danny! Dahlia!" Dark turned to Sam as Danny (using Dahlia's name) laughed at Lancer. "What are you two doing? We're already in trouble as it is."
"No such thing as too much trouble." Dark smiled. "Unleash your dark side at Circus Gothica."
With that, the two ghosts left.
Danny sat on a fancy chair in Freakshow's train. The man had told him to stay there.
"Well, well, well..." Freakshow came in with a strange look in his eye... a look that Danny recognized underneath the haze. He didn't resist as the hand went up his leg...nor across his pelvis... nor down to the spot between his legs...
Dammit.
Dark felt something painful... Something brushed over his crotch... yet it wasn't happening to him...
The ghost boy's eyes widened. "Danny."
Ida laid herself down on the couch. A flurry of bright blue butterflies appeared before her and left a woman.
Ida sat up. "Lady Dahlia."
"Hello, Stela."
Ida smiled. "Only your descendant calls me that anymore."
Dahlia smiled sadly. "Here." A lily...
The flower of death...
Dahlia watched as Phantom went to defend her child, saving him as to follow his instincts.
Freakshow smirked. "Well, Phantom. Will you finish me?"
"..."
"Phantom?"
"Yes."
Dark knelt down, and he turned his head to Danny, whose veil, head scarf, and clothes were messed up. His eyes told his Master to leave.
...
And his master left.
louis aragon
As Sam and Tucker stood on the bridge, Danny and Phantom were with each other in another train car. Phantom felt his stomach churning and he had already thrown up once.
Danny was rubbing his back gently... just to comfort him... like he never was.
'Come help your Master!'
Both teens' eyes flashed red once again.
As Sam fell off of the train, Danny felt that power still in him, no longer controlling him, however.
Power surging through him, not holding back, he rushed down to save his friend. Neither he nor Sam noticed the veil that didn't cover his face.
He and Phantom helped her onto the roof of the car as they left the red orb to shatter.
I - I could've been a star
It freaks me out when I sound just like my mom
I could've rocked the spot
Instead of being just another faggot like I am
I played that shit straight
Blowin' suckas on the side hopin' I get laid
Now everybody knows
No way in hell I can ever live it down
Pamela Manson didn't like Danny Fenton. This was probably the reason she regretted the 4th day after Halloween.
Danny had called the Manson house, sounding tired, almost labored. It was about half an hour since she saw him last.
"Hello, Mrs.… Mrs. Manson."
"Good evening, Daniel. Sam is asleep-"
"That's all right, Mrs. Manson. I would like to have the privilege to talk to you instead."
"All right. What did you need?"
"I e-mailed a poem to Sam. Could you go read it?"
"An e-mail?"
"Her password is 'Phantom'."
"All right. I go see it."
"Print it out and show to Sam if you would please, Mrs. Manson."
"She's still aslee-"
"I know she's watching a movie with her grandmother downstairs."
"How…"
"Please, Mrs. Manson…" Pamela heard the boy struggle with words. This self-strengthened boy, who always defended her daughter eloquently, was crying.
"Please… just… I know you don't like me, Mrs. Manson, but if your God is watching over everyone, I think your Yahweh would want you to do this for me."
Pamela Manson typed in her daughter's e-mail and her password.
email: spooky_batgirl (at) yahoo. com
password: ******* (Phantom)
Inbox
Subject: Goodbye
A Reading of Unlove - Author Unknown (unknown by me, anyway)
Once on yellow paper with green lines he wrote a poem,
And he called it "Chop" because that was the name of his dog, and that's what it was all about.
And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star,
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door, And read it to all his aunts.
That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo and let them sing on the bus,
And that was the year his baby sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair,
And his father and mother kissed a lot,
And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of x's and o's.
And his father always tucked him into bed at night, And he was always there to do it.
Once on white paper with green lines he wrote a poem,
And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season, and that's what it was all about.
And his teacher gave him an A and told him to write more clearly,
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door, because the kitchen door had just been painted,
And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars and left the butts on the pews,
And the girl around the corner laughed when he went to see Santa Claus at Macy's,
And the kids told him WHY his parents kissed a lot,
And his father never tucked him into bed at night and got mad when he got mad and cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem,
And he called it "Question Marked Innocence" because that was the name of his girl,
And that's what it was all about. And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look,
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed it to her,
And that was the year Father Tracy died and he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went,
And he caught his sister necking on the back porch,
And his father and mother never kissed anymore or even talked,
And the girl around the corner wore too much make-up that made him cough when he kissed her, but he kissed her anyhow,
And at 3 am he tucked himself into bed, and his father snoring soundly.
That's why, on the back of a pack of matches, he tried another poem,
And he called it absolutely nothing because that's what it was all about.
And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damp wrist,
And he hung it on the bathroom door because he couldn't reach the kitchen.
Pamela Manson didn't like Danny Fenton, but she woke up her daughter and drove her and her husband over to Fentonworks...
...where three other vehicles were located, one she recognized as the Foleys' car, which was now leaving the residence.
Pamela met Tucker Foley on the sidewalk, as all of the people there exited their vehicles. There were the Mansons, Tucker (his parents had dropped him off), and a group composed of five teens, all dressed in black.
Dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it to the tune of faggot, faggot, faggot
Ow-dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it with that...
"Did your mother get an e-mail?" Pamela asked Tucker.
"What e-mail, Mom?" asked Sam.
"Samantha, sweetheart…" Pam felt her stomach churn.
"Sam," Tucker said. "I got an e-mail from Danny. It's weird and morbid, but I don't know why he would send it-"
A girl came from the group of black-clothed teens. "He's gonna kill himself."
All turned to her.
"What? Danny wouldn't do that!" Sam screamed that the blond girl, said girl not backing down.
"Who the heck are you, anyway?" Tucker looked at the girl, scrutinizing her. She seemed familiar…
"I go with you guys to Casper High. I also went with Danny to Casper Secondary. I'm Stacy, Stacy Wilheim." A girl of German descent. Of course, the irony was held in her blond hair, pale skin, and crystal blue eyes.
"This is Satohiro Itou-" a boy with black cropped hair and a Japanese visage- "Isabella Carina-" A girl with brown hair, held back by a white headband- "Samuel Smith-" A boy with red hair and lightly tanned skin- "and Jimmy." The last boy had black hair, similar to Danny's hair style, green eyes, and a slightly thin figure.
"Stace, calm the hell down," Satohiro said, grabbing the girl's arms. "We have to talk to the Fentons-"
"No!" Stacy felt her tears overflow from her eyes. "Those fuckers never do a damn thing! Danny tried to kill himself when he was thirteen and he's gonna do it again!"
A grocery bag fell.
I been denied all the best ultra sex
I been denied all the best ultra sex
I could've been someone instead of falling flat upon my ass
Maddie Fenton stood, her eyes traumatized. "What is going on with my son?" Jack and Jazz were getting out of the Fenton Family Assault Vehicle.
"YOU SELFISH BITCH!" cried Isabella. She came with claws out and eyes flaring. Satohiro held this girl back. "Danny's too good for you!"
"AMA! BAKA!" Satohiro yelled at her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was picking the lock to Fentonworks. "'Kay, the door's open."
Jack Fenton walked to the front door as Jimmy stood up. "How did you-"
"I didn't spend time in Juvie for nothing, Mr. Fenton." Jimmy stepped aside, bent at his waist, and waved his arm to the inside of the house. "After you."
Bastard.
No.
Unwanted.
No.
Disgusting.
No.
Emo.
No.
Whore.
No.
Bitch.
No.
Slut.
No.
Murderer!
NO!
Danny knelt in front of the toilet. His stomach was churning. His stomach was empty, yet it was still moving. As Danny began to dry heave, he felt his past life experiences replay.
Danny seeing Dark when he opened his eyes for the first time.
Jump.
Maddie taking Danny to live with her during the Separation Incident.
Jump.
Dark showing Danny what kissing was.
Jump.
Peter.
Jump.
Christina.
Jump.
Andrew.
Jump.
Jimmy.
Jump.
Stacy.
Jump.
Jazz.
Jump.
Dark.
Jump.
Attempt.
Jump.
Jump.
Jump.
Jump.
Dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it to the tune of faggot, faggot, faggot
Ow-dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it with that...
Danny lifted his head, hearing knocking on his bathroom, which was locked.
Open the beads.
"Danny! It's Jazz! Open the door!"
"No." Didn't they understand how he felt? How could they not understand?
"Why, Danny?" His mother. "Why can't we come in?"
"Why do you care?" Danny began to succumb to the hysteria knocking on his mind. "Why the fuck do you try to care? You don't, YOU KNOW YOU DON'T, SO WHY TRY?"
Handful of beads.
Maddie flinched away from the door. Never, never, had her son behaved this way. What had she done wrong?
"Mrs. Fenton." The woman looked up to the person whose hand was on her shoulder. Jimmy stared into her eyes. Green looked into violet, letting her know that he wanted to help. "Let me talk to him, please."
"How does Danny know you? Why do Samantha and Tucker not know you?" Pamela had images flash in her mind, images of seeing Danny with boys... kissing those boys.
"Danny and I met in elementary school. I was in a different class and no one hung out with me because my guardian was in the military, making move around a lot, and his husband wore dresses to school conferences and things like that." Jimmy stared at the bathroom door. "Danny... you were the only person that talked to me... that didn't call me a freak, or a faggot in a bad way..."
"Jimmy..." Everyone heard that single word from the bathroom. So many emotions in that one word...
Suddenly, Jimmy walked over to the white door. Everyone could hear the cracking of knuckles as he slammed his fist into the doorframe. "In middle school, Danny, you were going out with a 16-year-old when you were twelve. TWELVE! What the hell were your doing with a 16-year-old?"
"Jimmy..." Said boy fell to his knees and Samuel knelt down beside him. Everyone else in the room all felt empathy, sympathy, disgust, and disturbed.
"Damn it, Danny! Your family, your friends...! They love you!" Jimmy began to shout more. "Your boyfriend loved you! Andrew did!"
"Don't say his name!"
Jack Fenton walked to the door. "Danny, why-"
"That bastard died!" Danny began to sob. They could practically feel him hiccuping, the sobs were so loud. "He went out *hic*!"
Jimmy tossed something to Maddie. His cell phone that was calling 911. "He died in a car crash, didn't he?"
"... a week after my birthday..."
I been denied all the best ultra sex
I been denied all the best ultra sex
Molest
Danny felt his stomach churn at the thought of Andrew... Andrew Marx...
The pain hadn't left...
Jack: "Did you love him, son?"
"I did... Did I?... I did love him."
Jazz: "Is he why you tried to kill yourself when you were thirteen, Danny?"
"..."
"Danny?"
He began to tell them.
Flashback
Danny scooped up his Prozac pills. It had been three days since Andrew died... The pain was rising... His chest hurt... It was hard to breathe.
He swallowed the handful of pills... They looked like beads...
"Danny!" He looked up to see his sister, a scared look on her face.
End Flashback
"Yes."
Sam came up to the door. "Dammit, Danny!" She continued, ignoring her parents' gasps at her foul language. "I don't care if you're gay or bi or straight or whatever! I know you! There's no reason for you to kill yourself."
They heard some glass move around.
"He broke the mirror..." Isabella whispered, hysteria filling her psyche.
The door unlocked.
Sam opened the door.
There Danny stood, blood running down his arms in delicate rivers, though not enough to drip on the floor.
"You know me?"
"Yes," Sam managed to stammer out. "You, Tucker and I have been friends since 1st grade."
"Stace, Izzy, Jimmy, and Hiro have known me since pre-K."
"So?" Sam didn't understand. "It doesn't matter how long you've been friends-"
A bloody finger was in Sam's face, the blood running down Danny's forearm, submitting to the natural forces. "You just said you know me based on time. With your reasoning, you know me better than people I met any time after you."
Danny smirked. "Does the Jewess feel self-righteous?"
"'Jewess'?" Jeremy Manson stepped forward. "You racist-"
"I am a child of Yahweh, Mr. Manson." Danny had his eyes closed in either serenity or annoyance, but that hardly mattered. "You think I don't feel pain from our Holocaust? My grandparents almost died from it."
"But your grandparents have lived in the U.S. for almost as long as the pilgrims'-" Jack said.
"Not the Fentons." Danny's eyes flared open and were shut again in annoyance. "The Mareš's and the Romanovs."
"You're Russian?" Jimmy asked.
"Russian, Czech, Japanese, Chinese, French, Saxon, Greek..." Danny listed them so frankly. "My families go back longer than most, but that's beside the point. My father was raised as a Jew; therefore, I am a Jew."
Pamela stepped closer to the boy. "Danny, are you-"
"Okay?" Danny scoffed. "Ha! Yeah, right." Suddenly, he went back into the bathroom. The door locked.
"DANNY!"
The door unlocked a few moments later. Everyone rushed inside. Only blood and glass decorated the floor.
Over the course of a half-hour, the Fentons, Mansons, and Tucker looked for Danny.
Maddie Fenton got a call on her phone.
"Mrs. Fenton, your son is at the hospital."
"Where was he?"
"His psychiatrist found him in St. John's Catholic Church. We had to sew up his arms to prevent scarring and pump his stomach-"
"His stomach?"
"Mrs. Fenton... Danny overdosed on his prescription of Prozac. He was found having a mild seizure."
Danny had an IV in his arms and was not allowed to talk for a day during visiting hours.
He invited Sam and his other friends to watch Powerpuff Girls Z.
Damn, killing yourself is hard.
Faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot
Faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot
Faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot
Faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot
1) Leave any questions, comments, concerns (no flames) through the comments link, please.