Onward!

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Plasmius covered his surprised look with an evil smirk. "Ah, Daniel. What brings you here?"

Danny glared heavily at the man. "Just tell me what you're up to now, Plasmius," he spat.

"Me? What makes you think I'm up to anything?" the man asked innocently, rising to his feet.

Danny landed in front of him. "Besides the fact that you stole my Dad's ecto-morpher and that weird picture we found in your office?"

"Hm…that's some pretty good evidence."

Danny growled at the man's mocking. He didn't even hesitate to charge ahead at full speed. An angry bull tempted by the taunting of the red flag---or, in this case, Plasmius's partially red cape. Plasmius put up a shield, but at the last second, Danny split in half and the duplicates both collided into the elder from behind. Ouch. It only took Plasmius a moment to recover. He blocked Danny's incoming fist and used it to toss the ghost boy into a corner. The same corner as Jake.

Jake had been watching the fight secretly, knowing that this time he couldn't get involved. He didn't even have time to move when the younger version of his father was thrown in his direction. The result of this? A ghost-boy pileup. Both rubbed their sore heads as they sat up. That was when their eyes met.

Danny hadn't seen the boy's face the last time they met. His hood had been up. The only comparison he had was that old photo. The face-to-face only encouraged Danny's suspicion of the twins being cloning attempts.

Jake had always been told that he was more like his mother. He had her eyes and her complexion. At the same time, his grandparents always claimed he looked just like his father. Old pictures proved an uncanny similarity. He never really saw the likeliness. His mind was always clogged with "Abby's more like Dad. I'm not half-ghost. We're so different." Well, now it was pretty much impossible to deny that he was like his father in at least this aspect.

They just stared at each other for a second. Finally, Jake muttered, "Uh…" That's when he recalled that Danny thought they were clones. How awkward, even if they did share some DNA.

Jake quickly got to his feet, offering a helping hand to his not-yet-father. Danny took the hand hesitantly and they both stood up. "Are you gonna help?" Danny questioned.

Jake caught his drift. Might as well play along with his theory. It worked out better for him and Abby, anyway. "Sorry, ghost powers aren't my department."

Danny raised an eyebrow, only to be promptly blown away by a blast from Plasmius. Jake just stared, aghast. The man smirked, hand still smoking.

"You next," he sneered, aiming at the goth boy. He was only milliseconds from firing when…

Slam!

The figure of Abby Phantom collided with that of Plasmius's, sending him hurdling toward the other side of the room.

"Don't you dare touch my brother."

Plasmius glanced up a bit dazed, but immediately cleared his head. Abby landed next to him lightly.

"Reconsidering my deal, now?" she asked stiffly.

"Not yet, girl."

Plasmius grabbed onto her suit and phased them both outside. Danny noticed and followed them, leaving Jake alone.

The boy sighed. "Might as well join the fun." He transformed and flew off in the same direction.

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"Tucker, how long before we can set that thing off?" Sam asked irritably.

"Just a minute," the geek assured, pressing buttons on his PDA. "And…now! We've got three minutes before all the security systems turn back on. C'mon, let's hurry and find the ecto-morpher."

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Outside, the battle was vicious. Plasmius would preoccupy himself with one of the younger half-ghosts only to get nailed by another. That wasn't to say the teenagers weren't taking a good deal of damage as well.

The eldest halfa had sent Danny careening far into the trees and had Abby by the neck. Shadow looked around and saw he had little choice as to what to do.

"I am so going to regret this," he muttered to himself. He focused, letting his eyes burn completely red and his hands fill with the fire of his life energy. Abby looked shocked and managed to gasp through the chokehold. Plasmius merely looked amused at the display.

"What are you up to now?" he mocked with a smirk.

Shadow took one last breath before pushing the energy forward with incredible force. The mark was hit and Plasmius found his fingers slipping from the future-girl's neck under the horrible pain. It felt almost like being zapped with the Ghost Zone proto-portal. He fell to the ground, gasping, just as Danny flew back into view, landing a short distance from Shadow. The Pure Spirit winced as he felt his hand begin to melt into ectoplasm with the exertion of so much energy. From his position, Danny was able to see the green goop running down the quickly deforming hand. His electric green eyes widened.

"If he's a clone too, then he's like Danielle," the original Phantom gasped. "I wonder if the other two are like that. Oh well, no time to worry about that now."

Danny turned to Plasmius, who was struggling to stand, but managed to accomplish the feat. Fed up, the man drew a beaten Fenton Thermos from the folds of his cape. "I was planning on doing this later, but it seems I have no choice. I must unleash the ultimate power now."

"No!" the twins screamed. Abby made a dive for it, but missed. The top of the lid was twisted and an eerie chuckle sounded. It sent chills down the spines of the three young halfas and sent a horrible remembrance shooting through Danny.

"It can't be," he whispered, dreading what was soon to come. Plasmius had no idea what he was doing!

A bright light exploded from the metal container as it cracked and shattered from the full force of the power it withheld. Plasmius was blown away from it and crashed violently to the ground, eyes wide. As the smoke cleared, the most terrifying and heartless ghost to ever exist stood laughing.

Watch out world, Dan Phantom was back.

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Lame? Yes. Deal with it. I'm too tired to make any other comments. (falls asleep on keyboard).