The Other Halfa: Part II - Danny Phantom the Series

Kindred Spirits: Part 1

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"File ten, four o six VM."

The screen cuts to a clip of Valerie shooting her ecto gun before showing Danny and (s/n) in their ghost forms dodging the blasts as they fly towards Valerie, fists glowing. 

"Stop. Analysis."

The clip stops on us as multiple information boxes and graphs appear, with thermal and skeleton imagery. 

Plasmius stares at the screen for a minute longer, stating, "File one o four o six VX." 

An image of Valerie, Danny, and (s/n) glaring at each other appears. 

"Stop. Analysis."

More graphs pop up. 

"File eighteen seventy-four MI. Analysis." 

A clip of Danny and (s/n) flying in the sky pops up with more graphs.

"File twenty-four sixteen SM. Stop. File thirty-two ninety-nine IM. Stop. Analysis. Conclusion?" He asks as more and more images of Danny and (s/n) from all angles pop up before a loading screen appears. 

After a few seconds, Maddie's face shows on the screen as her robotic voice rings out. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, inconclusive data. Experiment cannot be completed without a mid-morph sample."

"Bah! The equipment I gave Valerie to fight ghosts has been monitoring Daniel and (y/n) for months, and I'm still missing the one piece I need!" Plasmius states, snapping his fingers as three containers in the background set free three ghost clones. "You know what to do."

"Yes, father," They all fly off to accomplish their task as Plasmius mutters to himself.

"Father, I do so love that! Now say it again, the way I programmed you to."

He turns to the screens with Maddie's face on it as her robotic voice echoes out, "Jack Fenton is an idiot. I am glad I serve you!" 

The phrase is repeated over and over as more screens appeared, making a giant screen with a big Maddie head as Plasmius laughed away before continuing on with his experiments. 

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Sam, Tucker, and I were at the putt-putt course playing at hole 18, the windmill. It was currently Sam's turn as she lined up her shot and hit the ball. We watch as it nears the mill and hits one of the blades, causing the ball to roll back.

"Ugh darn it!" 

"Eighteenth hole, Sam, I beat you here, I win," Tucker says, lining up his shot as Sam's eye twitches.

"Tucker, you're only in the lead because I'm not taking this too seriously; if I were, I'd be winning. It also doesn't help that you've been trying to distract us so you can win," I tease Tucker.

Tucker makes his shot, his ball lining right next to mine. After I putt mine into the hole, Tucker walked up next to take his since Sam had gone over the strokes. Tucker went to gently hit his ball, but nothing happened; the ball stayed put. 

Tucker lets out a gasp as Sam tells him, "That's one." 

We watch as Tucker tries to hit the ball, but his club passes through. I cover my mouth and hold in my laughter when I realize what was going on as Sam continued to count.

"Two, three, four, and five. Ha! You lose Tuck!!!" Sam and I high-five as Tucker angrily goes to grab his ball when his hand phases through, and Danny's head pops up.

"Boo!" He shouts, scaring Tucker. 

"Danny! Knock it off!" 

"Yeah, you were supposed to be here an hour ago!" Sam chimes in, reprimanding Danny before turning to Tucker with a smirk. "By the way, that still counts."

"Sorry I'm late, but you'll be happy to know that the Ghost King won't be..." He trails off when he sees that the three of us weren't buying it. "Ok, I overslept," He admitted as Sam started to go off on him. 

"Ugh, Danny! You have got to start being more considerate." 

"Yeah, dude, lately you've been treating us like sidekicks instead of friends, and you and (s/n) are the ones to get into a fight, we're the ones who take the beating."

"Oh come on, name one time," Danny said, crossing his arms as Sam, Tucker, and I gave him a deadpan look.

We remind him when we fought Skulker at the Molasses factory and Sam and Tucker were hit with Skulker's missiles because we went intangible, covering them in molasses or when we had shoved Cujo back into the Ghost Zone and he popped his head back out licking Sam and Tucker because we had gone intangible, or the last incident when we had fought the Lunch Lady in her meat armor and she stepped on Sam and Tucker because Danny had grabbed my hand and flew us out of the way.

 "Okay, okay, I get it, I'll try to be a little more considerate!" Danny said, raising his hands in defense when our ghost sense goes off.  "Starting tomorrow..."

Last Edit - November 7th, 2020

Revised - September 11th, 2025