Part III

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I don't own Danny Phantom.

Danny Phantom: Not All Bad

Part III

"YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU BETTER RUN!"

A group of yeti ghosts scattered as the Phantoms and Ember stood in a snow-covered plain in the Realm of the Far Frozen. The three wore jackets to brace through the cold; Danny's was red, and the currently furious Ember's black jacket sported her personal flame decal.

Danielle's black jacket, meanwhile, came courtesy of Danny's friend Samantha Manson.

Danielle liked Sam. According to Danny, Sam was passionate, even pushy, about what she wanted, but she'd put any cause aside for a friend. True to his word, when Danny came to her doorstep with Danielle, telling Sam how she wanted and needed a home, the wealthy heiress had a guest bedroom in her mansion prepared within minutes and a month-long wardrobe of new clothes prepared within hours. She had even tucked Dani in personally, to make sure she went to sleep at a proper hour.

Danny's jaw dropped—he hadn't seen Sam act that motherly since the flour baby project.

As for Danielle, having a warm bed beat sleeping in Vlad's stasis pod by a mile.

Now that she was out of the infirmary, she could walk around the icy realm for herself, meeting the yeti ghosts that made it home, including their leader Frostbite. Many of them had come to watch her and their hero today on seats of ice, as the plain doubled as a sports stadium.

The Far Frozen gave her many titles, from "Young One," to "Little Great One," to "Child of the Great One." Danny told her she'd just have to get used to those.

Ember, on the other hand, would never get used to the titles they gave her. She was "the Great One's Aide," "Servant of the Great One," and "the Great One's Fire Maiden," among others.

One unlucky ghost gushed that it was "an honor to meet the Great One's consort."

Ember asked the nearby Frostbite what a consort was, and he told her.

That poor ghost's fur would never grow back the same way again.

"The nerve. Me and him!?" She grumbled, a puddle of melted ice at her feet growing as she seethed. "I oughta shove a flamin' fist up that teddy bear's snow white-"

"Language, Ember," Danny tried not to laugh, "there are children present."

"Don't get smug, Phantom. I'm not afraid to knock you out in front your fan club," she pointed to the laughing Danielle, "or in front of your kid!"

"Well, that's good news, since we're here for a spar." He raised his hand, covered in wispy blue. "Let's give Dani a quick demonstration of my ice power in battle."

"I get to take a shot at you, and you thank me for it? Again?" Her anger disappeared, replaced with mischief. "I think I'm gonna like this new arrangement of ours."

Danny called out to the realm's leader. "Frostbite, set the timer for two minutes, please."

"Of course, Great One." The benevolent beast pulled out the timer from behind his sash. "I wish you luck." Judging by the roars of the audience, they felt the same.

"Just remember not to actually try to waste me, okay?" The hero joked.

"Come on, Babypop, you know that's half the fun." The villainess summoned her guitar, tuned for destruction. "Get on with it, snowman!"

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