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(Hi, I’ve had this idea for a while when I thought about the comparison of the other time danny tried to lean near a girl and ended up phasing - with paulina, a girl he was attracted to- and how he did the same in memory blank when Sam was just a girl he just met and had showed signs of attraction through out the epi. So hence my first meta-fic. Thanks to Haiju for beta reading and giving me a lot of suggestions that significantly helped flow!)
(the scene in question:)
Danny didn’t know what the hell he had got himself into.
He tapped his fingers on the desk, the desk hollowly pinging back at him as he stared numbly at the chalkboard filled with crude drawings of symbols in mythology that he couldn’t even pretend to make sense of right now. His mind was on other things. Like come on, he just got really cool super powers! Or Ghost powers. Whatever they were, he just got a boost up from nobody nerd to double life hero and he was really excited for that. And according to this Sam girl, he had been a great one in her life who saved people everyday, and it sounded so much better than the loser he was; always running away, always being a coward.
An electrical spark bounced between his fingers, prickling at his pores, and he stopped tapping, watching the green electricity fizzle and then sink back into his skin. He scowled. On the other hand, he was a bigger freak now than he ever was before, and this could draw the attention that he’d worked so hard to avoid getting because of his psychotic ghost obsessed parents (although now it was clear that maybe they weren’t so psycho after all).
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All she did was accidentally bump into him. The lab was a mess, so of course Maddie sent Danny down to take care of it. Since there were certain experiments running that she didn’t want disturbed, however, she joined him in the basement as he did his chores. Despite having expected her accident-prone son to clean up something that supposed to remain a mess, she needn’t have been so concerned about him. Ironically, she was the one who clumsily elbowed over a test-tube rack full of precious, recently-extracted ectoplasm.
She cried out in shock, a cuss slipping from her lips, and she jerked away from the spill, only to back right into Danny as he was passing. Whatever sassy klutz comment he was going to make was swallowed by a sharp hiss of pain.
“Danny!” Maddie exclaimed in alarm, spinning around. The spilled ectoplasm could wait. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
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At first, she hadn’t known what to do, what to say. She had seen the way his smile suddenly dropped; she had seen the way his shoulders tensed, the way his fingers clenched at his…
Vlad Masters gave a throaty chuckle as he watched Danny pull at the cuffs binding his wrists. Danny glared up through puffy eyes, swollen and bruised, before giving up on his struggling.
"What?" he asked Vlad. He gave one more bitter yank at his chains as he spoke.
"Nothing in particular, just you." Vlad smirked. He circled Danny, cape billowing out behind him. His blue face pivoted around Danny’s bruised chin. Sharp fangs sparkled when he spoke. "Just that you thought you stood a chance against me, in my own home, with my own dungeon here. It’s been a while since I’ve chained anyone down here!”
Danny spat at the ground. His saliva was red. “Yeah, how long are you gonna play prisoner with me? I got homework to do.”
Vlad paused, eyebrows arched. “Who says I’m going to release you?”
Danny smiled thinly. “Common sense. My friends aren’t stupid; if I’m missing long enough, they’re gonna tell my parents everything.” Danny leaned in against his chains. “And you’re part of everything.”
"I’m not afraid of your parents," Vlad growled.
"Probably not. But it hurts your dating profile."
Vlad grabbed Danny’s chains and hoisted them above the ground. Danny was pulled into the air by his wrists. “You shut your mouth. You have no idea—”
"—what that’s like? Not being loved?" Danny huffed out. He bit his lip against the pain building in his shoulders. "Yeah, I don’t know what it’s like."
Vlad dropped him with a scoff. He stared his prisoner down before his lips split into a grin. He laughed loudly and heartily. “Ah, you almost had me going there…but then I looked at you. I should get a mirror. You’re bruised beyond recognition, and that is because I am stronger than you. That is because I will always win against you. No matter what little plans you rip up, I am better than you.” He spat on the ground, mixing it with Danny’s bloody saliva. “So have fun with your petty insults.”
Vlad turned his back and made for the cell door. “I’ll let you rot here for a while,” he said without looking at Danny.
“‘You’ll always win against me’?” Danny shouted back before Vlad shut the door. “Oh that’s hysterical.”
Vlad’s hand clenched around the door frame. He tilted his head over his shoulders. “Yes, rather like this. I am stronger than you, Danny. I am smarter. I am richer. I am far more powerful, far more manipulative, far more cunning. You’ll never win against me, not in the long-run, not really.”
"Ah," Danny answered, chains rustling. He shut his puffy eyes and nodded. "I get why you say that… You consider this winning.”
Vlad clenched his teeth. “How have I…not won, Daniel? You’re bloody, bruised, and chained to my dungeon wall. This clearly is not a victory on your part.”
Danny’s cuffs jangled again as he stood. “Small scale, you’ve got me chained to a wall. I’ll give you that. You got to punch me a few times to feel better about yourself, so congrats.” He took a step forward, as much as his bonds would allow. “But where does this get you in the ‘long-run’? Your goals? Your dreams? This isn’t helping you.”
"…If you’re trying to be cryptic—"
"Just a bit." Danny rubbed the red drool from the edge of his mouth. "I’ll put it simply." The chains gave another jingle; Danny pointed his thumbs to his own chest. "Me: family, great friends, support, love." He twisted his index finger out. "You: alone."
Vlad made a sharp intake of breath. He whirled on Danny, eyes glowing.
"You: weak, scared, bloody, flimsy, pathetic. Me: rich, successful, billionaire, powerful, capable of ending you. I’m not interested in your dumb, childish rationalization over how you could possibly be winning over me.”
Danny sighed in response, dropping back to the floor. “If that’s how you feel. G’night Vlad.”
Plasmius slammed the door shut, though he still stood inside with Danny. “It is not…how I feel. It is fact. And you are nothing compared to me.”
"Vlad, I’m just gonna level with you." Danny had tented his fingers over his mouth, legs crossed. "Literally everything you do falls under one of three categories. One, win over Mom. Two, embarrass or kill Dad. Three, win over or beat up me. If you cared more about your billions or your power or your success or whatever, you’d do stuff with that. You’d leave my family alone."
"You lack perspective," Vlad ground back. His jaw twitched. "I already have those other things. I’m working to get more of what I want. It’s called motivation, which you, as a D-student, clearly lack. I’m not the sort of person to laze around in my billions like a pig."
"You’re not the sort of person to laze around because you’re miserable."
A solid beam of pink ecto-energy connected with Danny’s jaw. It cracked at impact, and Danny yelped.
"You haven’t the first idea what you’re talking about."
"Oh I don’t?" Danny challenged, leaning forward. Ectoplasm dripped from his nose, eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Because I’m talking about the man who’s earned nothing but the hatred of the woman he loves. I know, Vlad. Mom tolerates you for Dad’s sake. She knows you for who you are: a vile, manipulative, skeevy, sleazy excuse for a man.”
"Anyone can be won over!" Vlad slammed his fist against the wall. "I’ve made business deals the devil himself couldn’t seal!"
"Not my mom! Not when she’s so embarrassingly in love with Dad! And you—has it ever occurred to you that you’re constantly trying to kill the one person on this earth who genuinely likes you?" Danny threw his head back and laughed. "My dad is the last breathing human who smiles when someone says your name, and you’d kill him.”
"He’s beneath me."
"But the weird-ass simulations aren’t?" Danny challenged. "You’re going crazy here, you know. The Maddie hologram? Genetically engineered clones for children, ones you still let die over and over? You’re basically that friendless kid on the playground who only makes up personalities for his dolls. You’re forty! And you have to make up people who like you.”
Plasmius trembled; his eyes burned with murderous intent. His mouth opened over and over, but no words came out.
"Beat me up if that makes you feel better. Come on and peg me with another ectoblast, but I’m not wrong," Danny ground out with a smile.
"Rot in here," Vlad announced coldly. He turned back to the door. "There is not food or water. Rot. Stay and rot."
"Good night; I’ll see you in the morning when you realize you have to release me to keep any of your screwball plans in tact. Tell yourself you won’t, if it makes you feel better!"
Vlad slammed the dungeon door shut and jammed his keys into it. He stalked off down the hall.
"But you know, Vlad!" Danny lunged forward on his knees, neck out shouting, "You’re a lonely, pathetic, miserable old man who’s slowly dying inside because no one loves you, and you make yourself feel better about that by beating up little kids. You’ll never earn Mom’s love. You’ll never kill Dad. You’ll never win over my family, so you can rot through life. You just get older and older each day, breathing and eating and sleeping and dying more and more inside. And one day your age is gonna catch up to you, and you’ll die for real, and I’ll still be around, happy.” Danny leaned against the wall and laughed. “I go to bed smiling over how petty and sad you really are.”
Vlad had reached the end of the hall, but Danny’s shouting still rang clearly in his ears.
"G’night Vlad! Sleep well in your big empty house. I hope your big cold vaults of money are comforting, because nothing else in this world will ever comfort you. Not a wife, not family, not love! You’re rich, you’re powerful, you’re strong, but you’re an empty shell of a man, and you can’t do any better than that.”
Okay, but can you imagine a post phantom Planet, maybe a year afterwards? And one day Danny is in the ghost zone, and he runs into none other than Vlad Plasmius. And he starts yelling and accusing. And finally he asks “How did you get back from space!?” And Vlad just looks at him, no emotion on…
Jazz forces me to write stuff down, so I do. Well then:
First Entry - the first thing I remember
I am falling. Deeper into the darkness I am falling. Surrounded by so many eyes. Watching me. My body cold, my limbs numb. I question myself why am I still dreaming. If one dies, is it an endless dream, or an endless nightmare?
A smattering of DP sketches with the appearance of a wild Jack Frost