Summary: Vlad has a productive conversation and Danny does not.

Rating: T

Pairing: is Danny x Rest x Peace a pairing?

Vladimir Masters was intimately familiar with incompetence. He encountered it every time he asked one of his DALV employees to complete a simple task for him. He dealt with it daily as mayor of Amity Park, a town where the entire population shared three collective neurons. He'd roomed with the personification of it for four years in college. He knew idiocy like the back of his hand.

What he was not used to, however, was that idiocy coming from him.

He'd miscalculated. He should have known Daniel would find a way to throw a wrench in his plans; he always did. If there was one thing that boy was good at, it was running away from Vlad, and Vlad shouldn't have expected this time would be any different.

To be fair, there had been so many factors working in his favor. He'd stranded Daniel on a rock in the middle of a Ghost Zone and rendered the vehicle he'd been on useless with one measly code. On top of that, he was ensured immobility on Daniel's part thanks to the presence of his parents and peers. The class couldn't move; they were without transportation, and Danny Phantom could not intervene for fear of jeopardizing his secret identity. They were sitting ducks.

Or, at least, that was what he had thought. But, here he was, staring at a broken down bus that housed not a single person within its faintly smoking maw.

Behind him, the three parents were still sniveling incessantly, wailing for their poor, lost children. They seemed to have attached themselves to the idea that a ghost had caused the crash and kidnapped them, which was only half right. Vlad had indeed caused the crash, but he hadn't the slightest clue where the class had gone afterwards. The parents, of course, didn't know that. They kept talking about a big, bad "it" that had stolen their children to gobble them up.

As if there was something appetizing about the taste of cheap cologne and oily skin.

The reporter and the news anchor were taking pictures of the wreckage to his right. They seemed to be in a pleasant enough mood, likely because they were getting a good scoop out of this. Vlad could see the headlines now: "Upstart Mayor Botches Rescue, Entire Class Assumed Dead."

He ground his teeth down hard to keep himself from scowling. Throwing a hissy fit would do nothing to help his image, which was already likely to go down in the eyes of the public, with the way this little foray into the Ghost Zone was going. So Daniel had duped him. Fine. He was a grown man, he could handle that. He would simply dupe him back. Dupe him better.

He just had to find him first.

For that he turned to the one person in this group who could actually be of use. The police chief was examining the wreckage with a careful, steady eye—had been, for the past few hours. The Idiots in White were poking around, too, of course, but they were likely just snooping to try to find new weaponry on board. They were objectively useless in this situation, because – and Vlad would bet his entire mansion on this – they couldn't care less about finding the class. They had simply wanted a free ride into the Ghost Zone.

The chief, on the other hand, had volunteered for more wholesome reasons, and was around the age where he likely had an adolescent little hellspawn of his own. That meant that he was likely picturing his own children in the place of the lost ones. Thanks to his imagination, the case had become personal. And that little empathic trick of the mind would make him more focused, more determined to find them. This was a man whose skills Vlad could use. Just as with Miss Gray, all he had to do was aim the arrow and let go.

Vlad approached slowly, with the poise and calm of someone attempting to make contact with wounded prey. The chief, in the middle of examining the ground around the bus, gave him a wan smile when he noticed him and stood, his back popping. Something in Vlad twanged in sympathy.

"How are you holding up, chief?"

For his part, the man appeared a bit surprised by the question. "Oh, well… I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seem a bit tired."

"Oh, no, no. I'm in tip-top shape." He glanced at the wreckage again. "It's just… I have children of my own, so knowing that these kids are out there, scared…"

Vlad resisted the urge to fist pump. Pegged the man in one.

"I'm sure that we'll find them safe and in one piece," Vlad said. Well, minus Daniel. Vlad was going to tear him to shreds. "On that vein, however: how fares the investigation?" He made sure to ask the question airily, as if he didn't know exactly how well the investigation was faring. The chief seemed to appreciate the effort, for his manner grew a bit more genuine. He dropped all pretenses and kicked the ground with his boot in a show of frustration. A man after Vlad's own heart.

"It's… going," said the chief. "I've reached a few conclusions, but…"

Vlad put a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. "Anything you have will be a help in finding those children."

Another wan smile, though this one appeared to come a bit easier. "Alright." He stepped away from Vlad and towards the bus, his entire manner growing stiffer, more serious as he settled back into his job. "Well, I examined the remains of the bus, and it seems the angle of the crash was very controlled." Tucker Foley's doing, of course. Vlad'd managed to spot the boy tinkering through the window, right before that horrid little Manson girl had shot him down. The chief led Vlad into the bus. The two Idiots In White were standing in the center, near the weapons rack, and barely spared them a passing glance before going back to their extensive sweep. They didn't even pretend to be looking for clues. "Look at this." The chief pointed to a small, brown spot on one of the seats, successfully drawing Vlad's attention back to their task. "Flecks of blood. Very small ones, hardly staining the seats. Nothing significant, and they're not spatter. Just random flecks, like blood dripping from a cut or a scrape. I believe that it's likely that most, if not everyone on the bus, escaped with very minor injuries."

"That's excellent news!" Not that Vlad hadn't specifically tailored the crash so that the class would be alright, but the confirmation was good. It would put a damper on his rescue if one of the kids needed to be critically treated in the hospital—or worse, if one died.

"It definitely is." The way the chief said it was bright, genuinely pleased, but there was a quiet undertone of something more anxious. "I also have other news, though, Mayor Masters."

"Vlad, please, chief," Vlad said, amiable. "What's the other news?"

"This may come as a shock, but…" The chief leaned in conspiratorially, casting a glance at the two Guys In White, as if they weren't so completely absorbed in their own buffoonery and were somehow interested in eavesdropping. Well, Vlad had to give him points for being cautious. Given the mess Vlad had gotten himself into thanks to his incompetence, perhaps he could stand to be, as well. "I have reason to believe," he whispered, "that this might not have been a kidnapping."

Vlad affected his best look of surprise. "Are you certain?"

"Yes. I know this may sound a bit off-the-cuff, but…" The chief led him out of the bus again, discreetly gesturing to where the Guys In White, still inside, were scanning for weapons. "I feel that there's enough evidence to support my theory."

"Well, don't just leave it at that, chief! Tell me what you think."

The chief seemed pleased that he'd asked. Vlad felt for the man, to some extent. He'd been trying to talk with the Guys In White for the past few hours now, so it must be nice to have someone actually care about what he said.

"Well, for one, there's no sign of a struggle." The chief made a face. "And… um, if it had been a ghost… Well, you know the Fentons. They wouldn't have gone down without a fight."

Vlad spared a glance at the hard, packed ground of the rock. He couldn't imagine his Madeline leaving it without kicking, screaming, and leaving a few blaster craters in the dirt. "True."

"Also, none of the belongings of the children are there. All of the backpacks are gone. This could just be a hunch, but I don't think a ghost would be interested in bringing along random human belongings. I believe the class took their things themselves, when they left."

"But where would they have gone?"

"That's the problem," the man frowned. "The main issue with my theory is that I don't know how they got off of this rock. They couldn't take the bus, and I don't think they managed to salvage anything to use as transportation from it, either."

Vlad knew that. He'd shut off the systems for that reason. He's made sure to render the vehicle useless, so that the Fentons couldn't fix it and leave with it. "I see."

"But… Well."

"Well, what?"

"It may sound crazy, but..." said the chief, his bristly black mustache twitching a bit. "There are footprints."

"Footprints?" Now this could be something. "Where?"

The chief squatted a bit, urging Vlad with a flap of his hand to do the same. And then, there it was. If Vlad squinted and tipped his head forward enough, he could see what the chief saw: the faint outline of boots marks rising from the hard rock, clearly made by someone who stomped heavily when they walked.

Jack.

He almost laughed at the irony. Here was Jack Fenton, being useful to Vlad for once.

"I can't make heads or tails of it," said the chief. "The footprints go right off of the rock, right in that direction. It seems like they just… walked off, in that direction."

It certainly did seem that way. Interesting, quite interesting. No sign of struggle, relaxed footsteps (based on stride, at least, Jack did not seem to be in a hurry), belongings all gone—all signs pointed towards an escape. But, the problem was, how? Sure, if there was one thing Daniel was good at, it was running away from Vlad, but this made no logical sense. There was no way off the rock, save for the bus, and Vlad had rendered it useless by shutting off everything on it. The only other possibilities he could come up with were:

1. Daniel somehow contacted an ally that could help,

or

2. He revealed himself as Danny Phantom in order to stage a rescue.

The first was incredibly unlikely for several reasons, the most obvious being that neither Madeline nor Jack would ever trust a ghost to help them. That was a simple fact. And, even supposing that Vlad was wrong, that Daniel had somehow managed to convince his parents that the ghost was worth trusting, there was still no way for them to leave the rock. He doubted any of Daniel's allies had modes of transportation; ghosts normally just flew themselves places. Sure, the ghost could carry them one after another to some place safe, but Madeline would never have accepted that. She'd have insisted that the entire class stay together.

The second explanation was even more farfetched. There was one thing about the boy that would always work out in Vlad's favor: he would never reveal his secret to anyone, for fear of the fallout. The thought of doing so likely hadn't so much as crossed his mind. But if Danny Phantom hadn't saved the day, then who could have?

An ally, then, most likely. Vlad had taken pains to prevent any dangerous ghosts from catching the class unawares, but he hadn't spared a glance at the benevolent ones who had aligned themselves with Daniel. A lapse in judgment on his part. But, no matter. He could handle this.

So, this ally (if there was one) had somehow transported Daniel's class to… somewhere. The question was where and why. If he assumed that Jack's footprints could act as a reliable indication of the direction they traveled in, Vlad was faced with a puzzling picture. There were no portals in that direction at all. In fact, what Daniel was doing was essentially leading the class further into the Ghost Zone. Why in the world would he go that way? The only lairs in that general vicinity were-

Oh. Oh.

Perhaps the chief had been incorrect in his assumption that this was an escape. Perhaps Vlad had been incorrect in his assumption that this was an escape. Perhaps this was a kidnapping, after all.

No signs of struggle, so the ghost had to have leverage of some sort. A force big enough to deter the Fentons from attacking. The class's belongings were gone, so the ghost had to have had an interest in them. Most ghosts wouldn't, but he knew one ghost that would. And that very same ghost would have the capacity to transport an entire class of people.

Vlad's eyebrow twitched. He was going to have to have a little chat with his partner.

Danny had just managed to snag a guard and slam him against a wall when a voice over his Fenton Phones said, "Tech Boy, I have a problem."

He was not Tech Boy. He returned his attention to the guard.

"Hi," he said brightly, smiling a charming, winning smile that barred all of his teeth in just the right way. "Have you seen two tall, meaty humans running around, by any chance?"

The ghost pressed his lips together and didn't say a word. Not the answer Danny was looking for. Either this guy didn't know who he was talking to, or he was really that loyal to Walker.

"Alright. Let's try this again." A ring of blue light appeared on Danny's waist and split in half, each one sliding across his skin with cold, tingly efficiency. Now he stood in a black jumpsuit emblazoned with a white insignia that even the dumbest of ghosts could identify. "Have you seen Spiderman's Flash Thompson and his black-haired beta male anywhere?"

No answer and no surprise at the sudden appearance of Danny Phantom. Most ghosts could identify him in his human form, but it was still fun to spook the ones that couldn't. This guy was probably just one of Walker's stubborn little lap dogs, then.

"…And you're sure," Tucker was saying in his ear, "that whatever you're going to ask me to do does not involve satanic rituals in any way, shape, or form?"

"No," Sam replied. "Blood sacrifices wouldn't do much good here."

"…Implying you considered it."

Danny charged his fist up with ectoplasm and slammed it into the metal wall next to the guard's face hard enough to leave a sizable dent. That got his attention. For the first time, his expression showed some inkling of worry.

"I'm giving you one more chance," said Danny, unleashing what Vlad fondly liked to call his "scary eyes" on the ghost. "I'm looking for two humans. I want you to tell me exactly where they are, or-"

There was a blaster explosion on Sam's end. Sam's breathing turned ragged in his ear and she hissed "crap, crap, crap," as she, presumably, ran away from whatever had shot at her.

"Sam, uh," Tucker said. "Is that Walker?"

An explosion cut off any reply Sam might have given. Quickly following was a shriek of, "Manson, stop talking to yourself and get me out of here!"

Danny's hand flew from the wall to his Fenton Phones in an instant. "Is that Paulina?" He screeched, as Sam said, "I'm not talking to myself, Sanchez, I'm strategizing— which, as you're obviously unfamiliar with the concept, is something that we people with brain cells like to do to get out of messes. If you want my help, you have to shut up. Right. Now."

To them, she hissed. "Yes, it's Paulina. And ow, Danny, could you be any louder?"

"Why is Paulina with you?"

"That's the million dollar question. But, unimportant right now. Tucker, did you do what I asked?"

"Wh-Oh! Yeah," said Tucker. "Just give me a second to track down the signatures of your Fenton Phones, so I can avoid you guys."

"Avoid?" The twists and turns in this conversation were making Danny dizzy. "Uh, what are we doing?"

There was another loud noise on Sam's end followed by a scream. Neither was commented on, which meant that the first was probably unimportant and the second had been Paulina. "Tucker's getting Walker off my tail by-"

A blaring alarm tore through the hallway Danny was in.

"Doing that," Sam finished. "Come on, come on come on…"

"Uh, Tuck? This sounds kinda close to me," said Danny.

Tucker scoffed. "Don't doubt the T-man, dude. It's nowhere near you. Walker just likes his alarms loud, I guess."

"He's gone!" Sam's breathed out a small, relieved laugh. "Good work, Tech Boy."

"Tech Lord."

"Don't push it."

His comm beeped. "Guys?" Jazz. "What's the situation? Has Danny found Dash and Kwan yet?"

"Uh," said Danny, who'd honestly forgotten about the two of them for a while there. "Working on it." He flicked his mic off and returned his attention to the guard in his grasp. "Alright, buddy, third time's the charm. Have you seen two humans, a little taller than me, one blonde and the other with black hair?" Before the guard could respond either way, Danny said, "Keep in mind, if I don't like your answer, the wall's not going to be the only thing that's dented."

In his ear, Jazz cried, "Paulina's where?"

The ghost swallowed. "Last I heard, there were others speaking of two humans at the solitary confinement cells."

No trace of a lie on his face. Danny grinned. "Awesome, thanks." He relaxed his grip and let his hostage drop to the ground. "I don't have to knock you out, do I?" The guard shook his head frantically. "Good. See you!"

He took off flying, leaving the ghost sitting (sort of? none of Walker's goons had legs) on the metal floor in his wake. The poor guy was probably going to try to stay out of the action from now on. Smart move.

"Tucker, I need directions on how to get back to the class," Sam was saying when he tuned back in. "I'll drop off my baggage and then go grab my stuff."

"I don't think that's a good plan, Sam," said Jazz. "By the time you get Paulina back here, we'll be at an exit. Maybe you should-"

"I'm not leaving without my weapons."

"We can come back and get them after this whole mess is over!"

"We could need them during this whole mess," was what Sam said, though Danny could hear a petulant note in her tone. She didn't want to admit that the main reason she didn't want to leave them behind was because they were to her what a PDA was to Tucker. "And who's to say Walker won't destroy them or something? I'm not taking that chance."

Danny didn't think that Walker would actually do anything to Sam's stuff—if anything, he'd probably stuff it in an evidence locker that he could look through whenever he felt like basking in his evil victory or whatever these ghosts liked to do when they weren't trying to kill Danny. But, Sam was right about the fact that they might need weapons during this mess. Wrist rays and lipstick blasters were great in a pinch, but wouldn't hold up against an opponent like Vlad.

He hung a right. They needed a way to get Paulina back to the class with enough time for Sam to grab her stuff before they all left. The obvious option was that Sam take Paulina with her to grab the weapons, but that would require explaining the weapons. Sam was an amazing liar when she wanted to be, but Danny couldn't really see any ways she could get out of that one.

The second option was that Sam would leave Paulina, book it, and they'd all pray she made it back in time to leave with the class. The problem with that one was that, if she didn't, she'd be stranded at Walker's, without a path to escape on. She'd have no way of-

Danny rejoined the conversation. "I have an idea."

"Oh no," said Tucker.

"Shut up. It's a good one. I think," He took a left. "That I can get the Ghost Zone to give Sam a path."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Sam, you can drop Paulina off with the class. Meanwhile, Jazz, you slow down Mom and Dad as much as possible, buy Sam some time to grab her weapons. Sam's job is still to catch up to the class before we leave prison, but just in case she doesn't make it-"

"I have the path to fall back on," said Sam. Danny went left again. "Well, look at you, Danny. Actually thinking for once."

"Excuse you, I think all the-" He stopped in mid air, halfway through a turn. Several sets of eyes snapped to him. Four pairs belonged to Johnny 13, Kitty, Shadow, and the Lunch Lady. The others belonged to the guards that they were grappling with.

"Danny?" said Jazz. "Is something wrong? Are you there?"

Danny slowly lifted a hand to his Fenton Phone, not breaking eye contact with the group. "Yeah. Let me just… I'll call you guys back in a second." He muted his mic again and, after a few moments of Jazz complaining in his ear about how he couldn't just do that, that constant communication was vital for any successful team, pressed the off button. "Uh. Hi," he said to the ghosts.

The guards dropped their charges and barreled towards him instead. Danny dove out of the way of two and shot another in the gut with ectoplasm. He threw the fourth over his shoulder, slamming him onto the ground.

"Eat justice, dearies!" cried the Lunch Lady, blasting one of Walker's goons with a ray of what looked like sausage. The poor sucker hit the wall with a bang and— went right through it. Huh.

Everyone stared at the hole in the wall for a few moments. The green, ectoplasmic outdoors of the Ghost Zone stared back.

Johnny recovered first, grabbed Kitty and Shadow, and took off through it. "Thanks, kid!"

"No problem…?" Danny watched them go for a second before turning to the guards, who turned to look at him in turn. There was a lot of turning going on. "Uh, what are you looking at me for? It was her fault!"

He went to point at the Lunch Lady but found that she wasn't there anymore either. Figures. The guards' hands went to their batons in a decidedly unfriendly gesture and Danny booked it.

Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly go grab Dash and Kwan with three ghosts on his tail. He wove his way through the halls, carefully avoiding the solitary confinement area and trying his best to shake off his stalkers. After a couple of false turns and some well-timed moments of invisibility, he managed to get them to take a wrong turn and lost them completely.

He turned his Fenton Phones back on. "How's it going, guys? Did Sam drop Paulina off yet?"

Sam said, "No, I didn't-"

"Which you would know if you kept your comm on," Jazz huffed.

"-because Tucker doesn't know how to give directions."

"Hey! I know how to give directions. I just don't have a good map of this place because Walker changes it all the time. Plus, your mom keeps moving because Jazz can't slow her down."

"Pushing the blame on others is-"

"A bad way to deal with feelings and psychology and blah blah blah."

"You're being incredibly immature right now-"

"Sam, take a left."

"Oh, are you sure? Or are you going to make me turn around again like the last three times?"

There was a loud, high pitched wail.

"Um," said Danny.

"Guys, stop bickering, it isn't productive." Jazz ignored Tucker's grumbled 'you're not productive.' "What about you, Danny? Have you found Dash and Kwan?"

"No, but I know where they are. I'm on my way to them right now."

"What about the path thing?" Sam said. "Have you done that yet?"

He hadn't, he has been a little too busy trying not to get beaten by the prison guards. "Oh. Yeah. Uh. Ghost Zone?" The Ghost Zone didn't answer, which. Yeah. "Can you hook my friends up with pathways, too?"

There was a pause. Finally, Tucker asked, "Did it work?"

"…Probably?"

"And are we just supposed to be okay with 'probably'?"

"We'll test it in practice," Sam hissed. Then, louder, she said, "Sanchez, if you don't stop screaming, I swear I'm going knock you out and drag you back to the class unconscious instead."

Paulina yelled something unintelligible. Sam grumbled a "keep giving me directions, I'll be listening," and went off mic, probably to yell at Paulina without Tucker goading her on. Danny made another turn, froze in the middle of it, and ducked back behind the corner. He peeked over the side.

There, as promised by his unwilling informant, were Dash and Kwan, standing right in the center of the hallway and wholly in one piece. Dash was currently trying to pry open one of the bolted doors across from the solitary cells.

Danny touched down and detransformed. "I'm going off-mic, too." Before his sister could protest, he added, "Don't worry, I'll keep my comm on, relax."

He glanced over the side of the wall again and assessed the situation. Around Dash were several ghosts, but they were unconscious. Looked like Dash's muscles weren't just for show. There didn't seem to be any other guards coming, since they were in a relatively– heh– solitary part of the prison. Plus, Walker probably had all of his lackeys chasing down the escaping ghosts and the class. They were in the clear. For now.

Dash hiked a foot upon the wall and started pulling. Danny figured now would be a good time to interrupt, before the idiot gave himself an aneurysm. He held his breath for a few seconds and ruffled up his hair so he'd look like he sprinted here. Then, he ran around the corner.

"Dash, Kwan?" He stopped and pretended, probably badly, to be surprised. He really needed to work on his acting. His huffing and puffing were subpar. "What are you two doing here?"

"Fenturd?" Dash pulled away from the door to stare at him. "What are you doing here?"

Danny… hadn't thought that far up ahead. "I asked you first."

And, really, he shouldn't have expect anything less than a stupid answer given that he was talking to Dash, but when Dash opened his mouth and said "we're rescuing Danny Phantom," he still felt a significant chunk of his brain cells die off.

But fine. He'd bite. "You're rescuing Danny Phantom?"

Dash went back to pulling on the door, his chest puffed out significantly. "Yeah. The ghost locked him up, too. We're here to bust him out."

Despite being part of the 'we,' Kwan didn't look particularly enthused about this situation. He fidgeted nervously when Danny's eyes flicked to him. "Phantom hasn't come for us, yet, and we just thought, you know, maybe he didn't because he was in prison, too?"

"But, he wasn't in the cafeteria-" Dash paused to take a deep breath. Then, he pulled again. "So we figured that the jail guy might have put him here."

…Okay, to be fair, Danny couldn't actually fault their logic for once. Usually, if he wasn't out saving the day, it was because he was captured, knocked out, tied up, or captured, knocked out, and tied up. But currently he was none of those things. And he certainly wasn't in any of those cells.

Another assessment of the hallway found that the other locked doors were already pried open. Dash and Kwan had probably hung back after the class had gotten Mom and headed off to get her and Dad's weapons and took to their mission right away. They were on their last door.

"Sam, Danny," said Tucker in his ear. "Lisa says we're getting close to an exit, sonow would be a good time to get to the class. Sam, you need to get Paulina to speed up. Danny, you have to get moving. Now."

Danny opened his mouth to say something to Dash and Kwan, but before he could, Dash pried the door open with an "A-ha!"

Revealed to them was a sparsely lit room, coated wall to wall in metal. There were no furnishings save for a small light that hung from the ceiling and a little chair that sat under it, currently unoccupied.

Phantom wasn't there, of course. Because, you know, Phantom was right behind them.

Dash kicked the wall with a wordless, frustrated yell.

Danny saw a chance. "Aw, bummer, Phantom's not here. It's time to get going now, right?"

Dash rounded on him suddenly, big and mean and angry. "If he's not here then he's somewhere else. We're gonna go find him, right, Kwan?"

"Danny, I'm serious, you have to get moving."

He leaned into Dash's face, refusing to pretend to be intimidated for once. Dash didn't get to bully his way out of logic this time. "And what if he's not here? What's your plan then, huh?"

Dash faltered. "Catch up with the class."

"What-?" Tucker made a noise in his ear. "Oh no oh no oh no."

"And how are you supposed to do that if the class is long gone and you have no idea which way they went?"

"I- well-" Dash's face went pink. "Shut up, Fentonio!"

Jazz's voice was frantic and tinny. "Danny, Sam, you have to get over here!"

"Dude… I think I'm with Fenton on this one," Kwan said, looking nervously between the two of them. "If Phantom was here, he probably got out on his own already…"

"Walker changed the format of the prison! We're at the exit now!"

Danny's stomach dropped to his toes.

Sam was back on her mic, spitting enough curse words to fill a dictionary. "Where are you, I think I'm almost-"

"Crap, we're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving-"

"Mom and Dad won't slow down! I can't-"

"We're out, oh no, oh no-"

"Guys, we're on a path-"

"I still have Paulina with me, you need to-"

"We're already away from the prison, guys, what should we-"

"Fenton. Hey, Fenton!" Danny blinked at the fingers snapping near his nose. Dash was on the other end of them, looking irritated. "Jeez, what's your problem? I said we're going, or whatever. Let's go back to the class."

.

.

.

.

*Arrives six months late with starbucks*

Hi! It's that one asshole again! I hope you're all having a lovely day!

Tbh I don't really have a valid excuse to give you guys, and I apologize for that. My ability to self-motivate just vanished for a while there. I was home for two months this summer with nothing to do and I just... didn't write. That was real shitty of me.

BUT, thanks to my lovely beta StoryWriter Sharon (on fanfiction as u/7451377/ - she has her own Danny Phantom fic, check it out!) I got it done! And I'll try my best to maintain a schedule from now on! So this is happy news!

If you offered to be my beta, thank you so much. There were quite a few of you so I might not have replied to you all, but I appreciate the offer so much!

On another note, OFTAP hit 80k views? You guys are too good to me I swear.

Hope you liked this chapter! I'll try to get the next one out in two weeks!