P.O.V
"person talking aloud"
'Person thinking'
"Phone call talking"
Jazz's P.O.V.
'I was furious; Danny promised me he wouldn't go Reaper on me.' I sighed 'going Reaper as I call it, is a state of mind Danny has when a combination of physical and mental strain cause him to release the stress through a violent outlet, mainly the tournament, but sometimes trees or walls, and mum and dad thought a ghost caused that hole in his room wall.' I stormed up to his room preparing to give him a proper talking to.
I opened the door and was about to start lecturing, when Danny zoomed over to me, placed his hand over my mouth and closed his door, all in a matter of seconds.
"Jazz before you say anything, I am not going to become the Reaper again, someone is posing as me. Now I need your help to formulate a plan, so I am going to remove my hand, ok?" I nodded and he removed his hand as he sat on his bed thinking.
"Why would someone pose as you? It's very dangerous many people want to fight you and if they are anything like the last ones then this imposter is in heaps of trouble. Is there any way to force him out of the tournament?" Danny reached up and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger.
"The only way would be if someone beat him early in, but if this impostor was hired or even works for the tournaments boss then he has to be strong so the chances he'll be beaten is low." he sighed.
"What if You? Ummm?" Danny looked up at me, eyes wide.
"Jazz no! I'm not dressing up as the Reaper, just to say this person is a fake!"
"Then what? Danny if you don't do something this person could end up in a coma or worse you need to help!"
"Wait Jazz that's it, if Reaper can't make an appearance, I'll make a new persona!" He said standing up and opening the door moving towards the room he keeps his Reaper suit.
"Danny, what do you mean?" I asked Trailing after him.
"I'll fuse the Reaper with Phantom, making the rumor that he died more solid if I have to, by removing the hood!" he exclaimed as he pulled a suit case out from under the closet in the spare room and heading back to his room.
He placed it on his bed and opened it revealing the well-known black clothes and red tinted glasses. He pulled them out and got dressed while I stood watch. 'Our parents don't know that their son is the reaper so we're keeping it that way. After five minutes he let me in and he was now dressed now in all black the hood down and red tinted glasses hiding his blue eyes. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a phone number.
"The old bosses number, I'll need some help with this so can I call him Jazz?" he looked at me pleadingly. I nodded.
"But use another phone we don't want your hunting club after you in all forms." He nodded and pulled out his phone for his phantom form, it's black and green case gleaming. He let his transformation rings pass over him reverting all color black replaced by white and red replaced with neon green. He looked down.
"I didn't expect that to work." He stated then slapped his hands over his mouth. His voice had become much deeper and more apathetic (lack of interest and emotion).
"OK what happened to my voice?" he asked.
"Maybe your ghost side knows you want to hide who you really are, so it disguised it? Or it could have made your Reaper side a new form?"
Danny's/ Phantom's/ Reaper's P.O.V
'New forms? Does that mean I'm now one person with four forms and personas? My normal Danny Fenton form, my ghost Danny Phantom form and now both a human Reaper and a what? A Phantom Reaper? Oh I like that!' I changed back to normal Reaper and to my surprise the rings were a dark red. I changed again, this time to Phantom the rings their usual white and me in my normal jumpsuit.
"Huh now I don't need to hide my Reaper clothes', who knew?" my sister just rolled her eyes.
"Just turn Phantom Reaper and call the old boss already." I looked at her questioning her new name for me.
"How did you know what I wanted to call myself?" she sighed.
"I know you too well, little brother." I nodded and called Albert (old tournament boss).
"Hello, whose this?" Albert picked up I took a deep breath and started to speak.
"Hello Albert Le Killer, how is your retirement?"
"It's you? Isn't it? Reaper. Ha-ha, what can I do for you?" Good he knows it's me despite me not talking, at all back then.
"I want you to help me protect a worthless impostor from ending up dead, by being my temporary manager."
"Of course Reaper! I'll be there one hour before signing in finishes!"
"Why thank you Albert, oh and my new name is the Phantom Reaper and you can't miss my new look." I hung up.
"Well Danny how'd it go?" Jazz asked while looking all jumpy.
"It seems the Phantom Reaper has a manager." I smiled.
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