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Armageddon is Dan's SLAVE. (Open?)

Characters: Dan, Danny, Valerie, and Misha.
Content: Dan knows he is in the same area as Danny and Valerie, and that little Misha girl. And he makes DUPLICATES! 8D
Setting: Vanaheim area (G5)
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Sadistic streak is gonna come in at one point...and setting up for Dan being in multiple places at once.

Dan floated randomly down the path of Vanaheim. He was NOT a happy camper. He had just endured TONS of crappy weather on his way up here. If he didn't find Danny and his motley group of friends soon, he'd have to go on a killing spree. He'd never gone this long before without seeing some form of blood or hearing someone scream from him.

But when he'd see Danny, oh when he saw him. He'd ruin that boy's body and mind, waste him into nothing. He refused to turn into him, he had better be ready to pay the price. His mind would be trashed, his life would be ruined, and then he'd be stripped (literally and figuratively), and whipped. That boy would be whipped halfway to death, and then--ooooh-- Dan would disfigure his spine. He'd crumble his backbone, and then, for an added touch, perhaps pull out a few organs. He loved how warm and sticky human blood was, even if he adored the goopy traits of ectoplasmic blood.

Dan looked up at the sky. Grinning, he figured that he had better find a way out. After Danny, the entire town would come, and then he'd go and escape. Go find another town in this strange place to ruin. No town was complete without being smashed to ruins. He split up into five people, three of the duplicates going in the direction of other gates and the final going to the centre. The original Dan stayed, grinning in bliss, his plans swirling about happily in his head.

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Something was going on again, and the girls weren't telling him much. He was at one moment, in the store, getting a new shirt. Now he was being shuffled through Vanaheim.

Something was in the air that didn't quite sit right.

Then, suddenly it happened.

It hadn't happened for a long time. He'd come close to forgeting it even exsisted, but the moment he felt it, he knew what it was.

He visibly shivered as the cold feeling crept up his throat and for an instint he saw his breath.

His ghost sense.

Danny quickly scanned upwards, and around. He searched franticly for the hint of this ghosts exisitance. After a minute or to, he eyes found what he was looking for. He wished he hadn't

Danny completely froze in his tracks.

Valerie had constantly been looking bad. There wasn't any reason for her to not be overly paranoid, and at this point she needed to be. She wanted to tell Danny what was going on, but there wasn't any time, not now, and she had no idea how he was going to take it anyway. As she hurried along she paused and saw that the color had drained out of Danny's face, and he seemed rooted to the spot. Valarie was slowly starting to realize how bad a role Dan played in his life, but she had no intention of letting that continue. She grabbed Danny by the arm and dragged him along, not unkindly but with urgency.

"We can't stop Danny, not for anything!" Valerie said. "And we stay together. I should be the last one saying this, but this is no time for any of us to go off on our own. If we can't run away, then we're not going to get picked off one by one either. You remember what he's like."

Valerie looked up and saw a familiar shape in the sky. It was only in her dreams, but now a nightmare was coming to her, and she wanted to be as alert for it as possible. She grabbed Misha's hand and clutched it.

"Get ready, Misha. We might have to fight."

"Fight'su?" Misha repeated, as Valerie dragged her and Danny along. She trembled and shook her head. "But... but I don't want to fight'su... it's bad'su..."

[OOC: Sorry it's so short. Brain fried.]

Dan turned around and grinned. Ah, just the trio he was looking for. Perfect.

He walked up to them, standing in front of Danny in particular. "Hello there Danny. Do you remember me?" Before he could give the teenager a chance to respond, he continued. "Oh that's right. You can't possibly forget me!" he cackled.

He turned to Valerie. "And I suppose you still don't know what's going on, hmm? Danny can't've told you, he's too much of a naive child to come clean."

Danny was still frozen solid in that same spot. Valeries tugging didn't budge him an inch, he eyes stayed transfixed on that one spot. That spot that occupied Dan.

Valerie and Misha were talking but he didn't hear any of it. He couldn't tear his eyes from him.

Suddenly though, Danny dropped his fear. Images started to rush through him, he re-saw the explosion, the fight, everyone dying. He stopped feeling pathetic and scared. Now, he was just pissed.

This bastard was aloud to exsist too long. He needed to go down.

Danny clinched his fists so tightly in his hand, that he almost broke the skin. His eyes lit up green again.

alerie was definitely subdued, and it looked as if the plan to stay together was already starting to go awry. No matter. If they had to fight, they would, whether Valerie wanted them to or not. She flung her back pack in the air and grabbed it with one hand, unzipping it and taking out the helmet. She clicked her heels together and the outfit materialized over her skin, and the helmet was now on.

Not good, she thought to herself, wincing at the pain from last night. This was destined not to go well, but relying on Danny and Misha wouldn't be right. She didn't want either of them to get hurt, and she'd brought this on herself for stupidly fighting Larxene in the first place. She looked over at Danny and saw that his eyes were glowing green, and while that rattled her, it didn't make her want to take her eyes off Dan.

"Let's do this," she muttered, bringing the ecto-gun up in front of her shakily.

You shouldn't fight. The voice sounded a lot like her sister's, scolding and reproachful. You'll never be a full-fledged angel if you don't act more angelic!

"But Sacchun--!" Misha said, looking around for her sibling, but Sasha wasn't present, and the voice was already gone.

You shouldn't fight. This voice was softer, kinder, filled with worry. Fighting only hurts people, angels don't hurt people.

"Shia-chan...?" The pink-haired girl could have sworn that the demon's voice was right behind her, yet when she spun around, no one was there.

You shouldn't fight. A male voice this time, subdued with regret and old sadness. This has nothing to do with you. Why are you interfering?

"Ko-kotarou-kun..."

Even though those voices' owners were nowhere to be found, they wouldn't lie to her, would they? She didn't want to fight, fighting was wrong. Angels didn't purposely do things they knew were wrong. At least, they shouldn't.

Danny and Valerie seemed to eager to fight Dan. Dan was certainly eager to battle them! Why did humans love to fight so much? Why was it so easy for them to hate each other?

"Please'su..." she whimpered. "Stop'su... I can't help'su..."

Dan cackled again. "Oooh, the scary eyes," he said mockingly, waving his hands near his face for added effect. Had he still had Vlad's features, he would've been his spitting image. "Honestly, can't you think to scare me a bit better? Considering that you're..." Dan paused and allowed an even more sickening grin to crawl onto his face, "who you are, I'd think you'd know how to intimidate me."

He turned to the other two. "Valerie, do you realise who you'll be attacking if you shoot me? I don't think you do. Put more consideration into your choice. If you shoot me, you're shooting him." Dan grinned.

If Danny wasn't pissed before (and he was by the way) than he was pissed now. He tightened the grip on his fists and stood there glaring at Dan.

He racked his brain for an option, doing his best to block out Dan's taunting.

He needed to go ghost and bring Dan down once and for all, but the girls, Valerie. What was worse was that he didn't have the Thermos on him either. If he was gonna bring down Dan, it had to be for good.

He had to do something. He couldn't let Misha or Valerie get hurt. When it came to weighing the pros and cons he came to the conclusion that Valerie could forever hate his guts for turning out to be Phantom this whole time, but she'd have to be alive to do it, and that was good enough for him.

He turned to Val and gave her a sadder look. "I'm sorry your about to see this."

With that Danny Fenton was no more, standing befoe them was the infamous Danny Phantom.

Valerie blinked.
There wasn't time for this there wasn't time for this there wasn't TIME for ThIs...!

Valerie tightened her fists. There were about a million thoughts going through her head. There was shock, of course. Shock that she could have never tried to think about it. The names sounded similar, for pete's sake! Was she so damn oblivious that she couldn't have wondered why Danny's eyes were green, why Vlad always had that knowing look in his eyes? Why he even MADE those earrings for her in the first place?

He was making fun of her. Just like Dan was now, because of all the people in this real world she had to be the dumbest. What wouldn't she do blindly, like going to fight Larxene, or playing concerned sister to Misha? What was she doing? She didn't know anything about anything, and they all were probably laughing at her now!

Valerie gasped at the surge of hatred that went through her, it almost hurt. She could feel the anger in her mind, justifying various wild actions like tearing her concern for Danny and this little strange angel girl from her forever. Why was she so worried? They had powers, they could actually fight! What could she do besides get beaten half to death and run away with injuries that made it impossible to defend them now! Who was protecting who?

Valerie wanted that release to hurt bad, to reign down her fury for being the human pawn. What did it matter?

She kept her ecto-gun set at Dan. He was laughing all right: Valerie understood why now. It was all so simple. A little playing with human sanity would be a regular day in the park, wouldn't it?

Danny and Misha had powers. OK. So what? She couldn't ignore either of them anyway, no easily turn her back on them than when she turned her back on Amitypark.

"Give me another one Dan!" Valerie said in a mocking laugh. "I know its funny! Hey, I know, why don't I go KILL Danny Phantom now, because I'm so crazy and impulsive! You said I was, right, just like my future self? But I guess I can't do that, that would mean you wouldn't get to kill Danny, right? So what option does that leave?"

Valerie threw on her helmet and hovered above Danny, staring hard at Dan. "The answer is the only option that matters: I help get rid of you. That's all the motivation I need!"

She descended slowly to Danny, and looked him straight in the eyes. "You owe me, Fenton. I could have been told earlier! This is definitely about the WORSE time I could have found out about this!"

Valerie glared through her helmet, but said under breath, "Just like old times then, like running from Skulker? Remember, if we lose, we doing everything to stop him from touching Misha."

So that was why Danny's aura had always been so green. Even though he'd told her, offhandedly and in secret, it was still something strange to see in person. Ghosts weren't demons, they weren't angels, and they weren't human. And Misha, being a fairly young angel, hadn't quite figured out where in the spectrum they fit -- if they fit at all. After all, Danny was on the opposite end of the scale to Dan, as ironic as that was. Even Misha could understand irony.

And now that Danny had revealed his secret? Misha felt even worse.

It wasn't just that she hated to see her friends fighting, for that was certainly a part of it. And Dan's presence made things dangerous and unpredictable.

But the feelings coming off them? Such malicious rage from Dan, overwhelming guilt and grief from Danny, and betrayal and revenge from Valerie?

They don't know they don't know they don't know... Misha repeated over and over to herself. For they couldn't know that they were hurting her. She could take an ecto-grenade to the wings and be recovered in a few days... but the negative emotions of those she called friends (perhaps not Dan) were crippling.

She ran to them and put one hand on each of their arms. "Please don't fight'su," she pleaded. "We'll just go away'su..."

Dan was a bit shocked that Danny had actually transformed in front of Valerie, but he didn't let it show. And then a sense of gratitude flooded him again. Ah, so this was how much Danny wanted to get rid of him? The boy must have loathed him, scorned him to such a point that he didn't even care who he transformed in front of, as long as Dan was gone and exterminated.

It felt nice to know he was cared for. He laughed heartily and turned to Valerie, gesturing between Danny and him.

"Now then Valerie. Before you shoot...would you care to think about who exactly it is you are shooting?" His face suddenly grew solemn, his eyebrow cocked. "Because I'm not quite the malevolent ghost from nowhere you think I am. Take a wild guess at who I am, hnn?" he said playfully.

And finally, he turned to Misha, sweet-haired Misha. "Oh Misha," he said sympathetically, even though his face betrayed his pitiful tone, "I'm afraid we can't. You see, those of us from Amity Park have a score to settle. And at best, you can sit back and watch!" he finished, now gleeful again. He had his arm tightly wrapped around Danny's shoulder in a crushing grip, palling him around like a buddy.

He turned back to Valerie. "You have one guess. Don't waste it," he breathed.

Wait, what the hell!? When did Dan get close enough to put his arm around him!?

Whatever, not important. Dan was carrying on, saying things that needn't be said.

Danny was tired of words.

Though you deffinitly wouldn't think it at first, Danny was a fairly violent young man. The willingness he had to fight wasn't something he could shrug off, especially after he'd taken up ghost hunting.

So, utterly oblivious to Misha's pleas, Danny let the instinct knew best take over. He fired up a rather powerfull ball of green fire in his hand and point blank fired it into Dan's gut.

"Don't touch me."

Damn was all Valerie could think. Danny and Dan were getting to a point where they were going to significantly hurt each other, and much as Valerie wanted to fight, she was still trying to listen to Misha. Something in that ~~girl~~ angel's pleas was making her very concerned, and she wanted to be sure no pain came to Misha. She went over to her and stood by her, unsure of what she should do.

I want to fight Valerie thought to herself, but what can I do that won't hurt Misha? I don't want to do anything that might make things worse.

The battle with Larxene was already playing in her mind as well as Dan's mocking replies. There was no way to reply to them to begin with, and there was no point in trying to fight. She was down and she was hurt, and only when Danny needed her would she battle. Right now Danny was ghost boy, and while that was a hard pill to swallow, she still wanted to make sure Misha was OK.

"Valerie-chan," Misha said softly, unhappily watching Dan and Danny. "Why are they fighting'su?" She understood that sometimes people were angry at each other or didn't like each other on principle (look at how Sacchun and Nyaa-san fought!) but fighting was bad. How could she let her friends fight? And if they wanted to fight so much... how could they be her friends?

The angel girl didn't notice yet, but she was starting to glow that strange magenta light again. It was faint, but it was there.

Dan found himself thrown back by a green ectoplasmic blast. He got up within 15 seconds, ignoring the slight stinging in his abdomen. A frown on his face, venom nearly shooting from his pointy fangs, he headed back to the group.

"Oh, for Pete's sake," he muttered under his breath, generating a shield around himself. He turned to Valerie.

"Do you even recognise this emblem?" he growled, pointing to his chest. "Do you know whose emblem this is?" He backed up a bit from her face, and a grin appeared on his face. "Valerie, do you realise...that if you harm me, you harm Danny over there?" He cackled.

Getting more irritated by the second by Dan's useless prattle, Danny readied another blast, fully aware of the shield that Dan now had around him.

"I highly doubt that she's going to really care about that Dan," He taunted back, there was some cruel sadness in when he said that, but it could have easily been mistaken for nastyness.

He glanced at Valerie from the corner of his eye, he saw her around Misha, who was starting to oddly glow.

He didn't quite understand what that was for, or why she was doing that. He'd been too busy concentrating on the threat that was Dan to hear any of her previous pleas. Reluctantly Danny turned back to Dan.

"It's like killing two birds with one stone," He added. He knew now that Valerie probably wouldn't ever forgive him for several things in the past. He thought breifly that if they survived this ordeal, would it be easier for her to just hate him and move on? That way maybe she wouldn't be pulled into anymore misfortune on his account. It always seemed to happen that way. Whatever ill fates befell her, it was usually at the root, related to him.

Valerie had enough. Between Dan and Danny's banter and these new secrets, Valerie was starting to feel both angry and frustrated. There was little she could do at this point, and she was sure that Danny was thinking that everything was so changed now that there was no turning back.

In a way, she could see how she'd feel the same way. Dan had done close to anything to make sure that Danny suffer, and that included forcing him to reveal his powers. If anything, what really had bothered her was that Danny should have jut told her his secret when he knew she was here. Sure, she would have gotten mad, but she was still under the impression that this crazy insane ghost was going to try to kill him and he had no means to protect himself. What did she care that he was Inviso-bill when they were nowhere in Amity Park?

Well now she knew he DID have a way to protect herself. Made her sleep better at night.

But she was still wondering what Dan meant about who he was, and how hurting him would hurt Danny. It helped a lot right now to think about that, because she was really weak, and there was very little she could do.

Precious little...except for the one thing she didn't want to think about, that she hadn't thought about since the moment she arrived at Paixao. It was the reason she'd been able to outrun Larxene and the one way she had to helping Danny, if he needed it bad. She didn't know what would happen after that though, and wasn't that just like her? She jumped into things, not taking the consequences in, and she found herself unable to get out of a situation she placed herself in.

It was the one secret she had left, and it was a doozy.

She held Misha, and the pink glow, though startling, didn't deter her. She bent down to Misha and spoke softly to her.

"Look, if it gets too scary Misha, run. Danny doesn't want you to get hurt, and neither do I. Believe me, Dan is a bad man, and if he realizes that he can hurt Danny even more by hurting you, he'll do it. I won't let that happen. So if he goes to you, run, and don't look back until he's gone. You make sure once Dan is out of the way to go back for Danny. He'll need you. I'll...well, I'll be gone for awhile, but I'll come back to you, I promise. Right now we don't have a lot of options. Do you understand me?"

"It's not that I'm scared'su of him'su," Misha whispered, her lower lip trembling. "But I'm scared for my friend'su! I lost all my friends at home'su, when I came here'su! What if something bad had happened to them'su? What if they forgot me'su, like they forgot'su Shia-chan? And if something happens to all of you, will I forget'su you too? I don't want to forget my new friend'su!"

By the time she had finished saying all of this, she was practically sobbing. The mangeta aura around her had intensified, even brighter than the last time it had appeared.

If angels weren't supposed to feel fear, they definitely weren't supposed to feel despair.

Dan was taunting them, Danny was fighting with that green magic that he had, Valerie was talking about having to go away and Misha was quite overwhelmed by everything.

Her tears crystalized when they hit the ground.

"Stop fighting," she cried, and for once, her 'su had disappeared. Her normally sweet voice reverberated with an unnatural echo, just before the magenta light exploded outward in a shockwave.

Due to Dan-mun resigning the RPG, this thread cannot be continued. We apologize and our characters will be moved to new active threads soon.

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Due to Dan-mun resigning the RPG, this thread cannot be continued. We apologize and our characters will be moved to new active threads soon.