#jazzfenton

here is what I was able to get from the timelapse recording. i just love the backs-and-forwards.

Contemplate my moments of struggle in just 2 minutes.

So! Unfortunately, Danny’s parents finally went too far on one of their “ghost hunts.”

They’d decided to expand their range outside Amity Park (because, and I quote, “we can’t let ghosts think they can hide in other dimensions!”) and somehow ended up in Gotham of all places.

Cue Jack and Maddie Fenton mistaking actual superheroes for ghosts.

They apparently shot a spectral net at Nightwing, screamed something about “evil wraith energy readings,” and then managed to bazooka Red Hood’s motorcycle.

(He did not take it well.)

Anyway, they were arrested and legally classified as “supervillains.” Which, honestly, could’ve happened years ago, but sure—better late than never.

This, of course, meant Danny and Jazz got scooped up by child services while their house was investigated by the Justice League. (The Portal to Hell in their basement probably didn’t help their parents’ defense.)

At first, they tried separating the siblings. That lasted exactly three days before Jazz broke out of her foster home, stole a bus pass, and found Danny sleeping behind a movie theater.

So. That was a no.

Then the system tried putting them in a foster home specifically for the kids of supervillains. Which would’ve been fine, except the parents kept trying to break into the house to get their kids back. Weekly.

Jazz made the executive decision to request a transfer. (She still texts the other kids, though. They have a group chat named “Villain Kids Anonymous.”)

Eventually, they landed in Fawcett City.

The Vasquez family seemed… normal. Warm. Loud. Their house smelled like cinnamon and laundry detergent, and the chaos was familiar in a way that didn’t hurt.

Danny didn’t hate it. Jazz even smiled again sometimes.

They’d been there for a few months when the Vasquezes brought home another foster kid—quiet, wiry, polite to a fault. His name was Billy.

Danny didn’t think much of it until one day, Billy came home smelling like ozone and thunder and divine energy.

Danny, whose ghost senses were screaming bloody murder, nearly threw himself through a wall.

Billy blinked at him like nothing was wrong. “Uh… bad day at school?”

Danny: “Bad weather day at school, maybe.” Billy: “...You can smell lightning?” Danny: “Buddy, I can taste it.”

The other kids were weirdly chill about the new arrivals. They’d heard about the Fenton situation—some whispered stuff about “former villain kids.” But they were kind enough not to pry.

Freddy, on the other hand, was obsessed.

“You’ve met Batman?” he asked Danny once. “Yeah,” Danny said, sipping his ecto-latte. “He was fine. Martian Manhunter was cooler.” Freddy, dramatically: “HERESY.”

Meanwhile, Jazz eventually learned what the Wizard did to Billy. A ten-year-old boy. Given the powers of gods. Then abandoned.

She immediately went into full big-sister mode.

“If I ever meet that cryptic old man,” she muttered, “I am sending him to therapy. Permanent therapy.” Danny: “Pretty sure he’s dead.” Jazz: “Then I’ll haunt him.”

And honestly? It’s working out.

The Vasquez house might be crowded, but Danny doesn’t mind it. Billy doesn’t either. They’ve both seen too much weirdness to be fazed by the other’s secrets.

A ghost boy and a lightning godling, sharing chores, doing homework, and occasionally blasting interdimensional entities off the front porch.

So you think the other teams were gonna be the hardest hurdle to beat oh no, we got more competitors show up. And a neat tidbit I imagine them as 3 different kinds of blueberries; Highbush blueberries, Lowbush blueberries & Rabbiteye blueberries.

AN: sorry that this took so long dude. everything got in the way. lol. I hope you like it though.

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an: bold is for tom italic is for dan (clones)

Danny landed in the alleyway behind an old apartment building set for demolition later in the year. There was a chill in the air and he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following him but when he looked around nothing was there. He even used his ghost vision but when he felt that something was wrong, something usually was so he was more tense than usual and with good reason. He wasn’t in the best side of Amity anyway. Danny grabbed his backpack from behind the dumpster and shoved the half-full thermos in, planning on emptying it as soon as he got the chance. He started walking home, nothing special. His feet slammed onto the ground in that lazy way, making more noise with his steps without looking meaningful.

He didn’t make it four blocks before he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He narrowed his eyes and made a sharp turn into the corner store he was about to pass. He walked down the first aisle pretending to look around. He watched the mirrors of the corner store no one else but the cashier at the register. He looked through the window, pretending to check out the cases of energy drink with outrageous prices taped on them. He moved away and to another aisle, doing his best to avoid the mirrors. He waited for a second, not seeing anything outside before grabbing some chips and water, purchasing with some change and walked out.

He kept walking home. Amity Park may be protected by Phantom from ghosts, but petty criminals are the police’s territory, doesn’t mean he can’t handle himself but you never know. His ghost sense wasn’t going off so he knew it wasn’t a ghost trying to get the jump on him for one of his buddies he sucked up into the thermos, he wasn’t scared, just wary of what could happen.

He knew someone was following him when he heard a trash can scrape against the ground. No cat can make it move a solid half a foot in one direction while making one sound. No stay animal this side of Amity Park could. He stopped where he was and looked around quickly before jogging to the nearest alley he could find. He crouched behind the dumpster. Whoever it was wouldn’t want to lose sight of him, especially if they knew what he was capable of. So he waited for a moment when he heard the footsteps. He counted them for no reason but waited till whoever it was, was close enough for him to grab.

He jumped out from his hiding place and grabbed the collar of the person, shoving them against the dumpster.

“Why. Are. You. Following. Me?” He asked, his eyes flashed that natural green, slightly illuminating what he was seeing. His grip loosened and his eyes went wide when he realized who he was staring at. It was him...or at least, someone who looked exactly like him minus the eye color. Instead of his icy bright blue, they were solid grey.

Danny was taken by surprise when he was pulled back and the tingling feeling of pain in his nose but he regained his composure. Putting his hand to his nose he looked up from his slouched position. He had to be seeing double.

“Don’t touch him.” The new one snarled.

“Who are you?” Danny asked. The first one stepped forward.

“We’re clones. Vlad Masters created us to defeat you, but we didn’t come out the way he wanted.” The first one said.

Danny was frozen in shock. His mind flashed back to Dani and everything they went through. Danny stood up and pinched his nose. Glaring at the second one. He knew that what they were saying was the only explanation for what he was seeing but he didn’t understand why they searched him out but he knew the responsibility he had to take since they managed to find him. 

“Follow me.”

Danny walked them to his house, sneaking them into his room through the roof. They sat on his bed, side by side. He watched from his bathroom mirror as he washed the blood off his face. He walked out wiping his face with a towel.

"Vlad is going to come looking for you." He said.

The clones were silent.

"Do you have names?"

The first clone shook his head. He looked like Danny's human form while the other was his phantom form.

"The machine must have miscalculated and read the DNA sample as two different sets. That's probably why you guys are separated. What's up with the powers?"

"Split. I have offense, he has defence." The second one said in a much harsher tone.

"Okay. Are you stable? No melting, no pain or unexplained power surges?" He asked. They looked at each other completely in sync.

"Only when we got out."

"All of the power in Vlad's lab went out and the machines nearly blew it up entirely."

Danny was silent for a moment. Trying to make sense of what was happening. When he found Dani, she wasn't stable due to Vlad's DNA. If the two in front of him have any of Vlad's DNA mixed with theirs he has to find a way to stabilize them.

"Okay. I got all I could find on clones and a book or two from the ghost zone-"

"Wait? How do you get material from the Ghost Zone?" Danny asked. Jazz has never been in the ghost zone up until this point.

"I have connections." Jazz said with a slight smirk but continued with what she was saying.

"It seems like there is some lore about clones and their capabilities but its for full ghosts. So I guess this stuff only applies to you." She said holding up the old and kinda ghastly looking Ghost Zone books. "and these apply to you." she said holding up the human books and looking at the human clone.

"Is that a copy of Star Wars the Clone Wars?" Danny asked. Jazz waved him off and plopped the books on his bed before taking a seat.

"How are we gonna hide them from Mom and Dad?" Danny asked.

"We only need to hide one of them. The other one should be fine if he can act enough like you if he sees Mom and Dad. Then again, I don't even think they would notice if there were two of you in the same room."

"That's fair. We need to give them names though."

"How about Dan and Tom?" Jazz suggested.

Danny looked at the clones to get a reaction. They seemed fine with it. Just shrugging.

“Maybe we can hide them in the ghost zone? I’m sure frostbite will be able to help them better than we can.” Danny suggested.

“If they are anything like Dani was, then they probably need something to stabilize them. Ectoplasmic exposure might help?” Jazz suggested.

“Is there anything you aren’t telling us? Maybe forgetting?” Jazz asked, looking up from her book again.

They were silent for a second. Dan spoke up.

“Vlad said we wouldn’t be able to hold our forms for very long due to the mistakes in our DNA and just let us be, I guess till we eventually turned into goop.”

“Why did you guys leave then?” Jazz asked.

Jazz: Anyone else find it odd that Dani’s a girl???

Tucker: not really. She’s just Danny’s feminine side

Dani: oh? I thought I was a love child between Sam and Danny.

Sam: I like that theory better

Jazz bristled. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you are giving me that look.”

“What look?”

“That overprotective I’m about to kidnap you look.”

“Danny, I don’t have that look.”

“Trust me, you do,” he said, not even looking up as he continued to treat his arm. Again, Jazz was struck by how nonchalant he was acting.

“Still doing it,” he sing-songed.

“You’re not even looking up!” Jazz flailed her arms out in frustration.

“I can feel it,” he smirked.

“That’s such bull, Danny,” she countered, eyeing her brother.