A/N: I'm writing all of these completely out of order but whatever. And I can't remember where Clockwork put the thermos so let's just pretend it's on a shelf, yeah? I just hope you enjoy the fic! Sorry it's taken so long to update.
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Summary: When things get too rough and Danny just wants to get away from everyone, he goes to someone who he thinks could understand. After all, there's no one that could understand you more than yourself.
Characters: Danny Fenton/Phantom and Dan Phantom.
Type: In the wise words of Oogwei (or however you spell it): "I dunno."
Words: 803
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"You're lonely." Dan says, his voice echoing out from inside the thermos. "Why would you think that?" Danny asks, striding forward from the center of the room to the bookshelf against the wall. He stops in front of it, reaching up and grabbing the metallic object off Clockwork's shelf. "Because you're here. You know Clockwork isn't in here right now, and that I'm the only other being here. I'm guessing, Daniel, that you came here to talk to me?" Dan inquires.
Danny sighs and slowly floats down to rest on the tower's cool floor. "Yeah. I guess." The halfa mutters quietly. Danny expected Dan to laugh, say something cruel and shoo him off. But he doesn't. "Well, I suppose I have nothing better to do then talk." The older ghost responds. Danny's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and he stares wide eyed at the thermos. Dan actually wants to talk? Is this the same Dan? The Dan that practically destroyed the whole world and killed millions?
"Well," Danny begins. "I guess I'm just... I don't know, tired?" The ghost boy closes his eyes and shakes his head. "I'd just like a break every once in awhile. But it's school during the day and Skulker or the box ghost at night." Silence fills the room for a second as Dan catches up with what Danny had said. "Then you can take a break. I'm sure your friends will understand. They can even fight the ghosts for you."
Danny grips the thermos tighter, analyzing his older self's words. "What if something goes wrong?" Dan sighs. "Take a break for only a day then, I'm sure the town can handle itself for that long." Danny knows Dan's right, and he knows that if he brought his problem to his friends, they'd say the same thing as the older ghost. "Why are you helping me? And why do you think they'd understand?" Another sigh rings out and Danny can practically see Dan shaking his head.
"You don't get it, do you Daniel? I'm you." Danny frowns, his eyes narrowing at the silver cylinder. "Yes, I know. We've been over this already." He responds. Dan sighs again.
"That's not what I meant. I mean, I, at one point, had the same thought track as you. I can understand your emotions better than anyone else. And, I know your-our, friends. And I... I miss them. Just because I'm evil, Daniel, doesn't mean I'm as cold hearted as you think. I loved them once just as much as you do now."
Danny pales and nearly drops the thermos, instead choosing to grip it till his knuckles start turning white. Well, whiter. Dan just opened up to him. This was supposed to be Danny's therapy session, not Dan's. But, he guesses he can't really complain. This might be his chance to get to know his older self better. "But... you tried to kill them." He responds darkly.
"I know, and you know why I did what I did. I may have wanted to turn you evil, but I remember being good. I remember having morals. And I tried to make you me, because I wanted to prove to myself that there was no way around what had happened. That I would end up evil anyway. If, that makes any sense." Danny's mouth quirks up a bit in an almost smile. Maybe he overlooked Dan. Dan was him after all. And a Danny is a Danny. Evil or not.
"I'm helping you because I understand, and maybe also because it's a bit lonely in this tower. I am the only person who truly understands you, as are you the only person who truly understands me." Danny stands up and fully smiles at the thermos. "Thanks Dan." He says. Dan gives a snort. "Now don't be going all soft on me, Daniel. Let's pretend this conversation never happened." Danny nods even though he knows Dan can't see him and sets the soup-turned-ghost container back on the shelf. As Danny turns and makes his leave, he finds himself glancing back at the thermos. He doubts this will be the last time he'll be talking to Dan.
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Fanfiction(THIS COLLECTION IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REVISED because my cringy 2016 self wrote these and i won't stand for the horrible writing) A disconnected series of Danny Phantom one shots, varying from fluff to angst.
