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Danny was tired.
Ever since he became a half-ghost, it has been his entire state of being. At this point, it felt like he had forgotten what it was like to be full of energy, have time for his hobbies and truly have time to process everything that has happened.
Instead, he just pushed it all down, repressed it, until it would burst out at the most unfortunate of moments. Inevitably making it worse.
That moment was now.
He just got home after being kidnapped by Vlad for the hundredth time. He was 20 already for fucks sake! The old fruitloop should have chilled out by now. They had been at eachothers’ throats for the last 6 years.
He kind of had.
Not having to watch how he hit on his mother blatantly was a giant relief, but not enough.
Danny laid on his back, atop the old, worn mattress and pulled out his phone to scroll on tiktok.
He mindlessly scrolled through his for you page, until he stopped at a particular video, along the lines of traumatising people who have traumatised you back.
An idea started to form in his head, by all accounts, a bad one, but an idea nonetheless.
He couldn’t supress an evil grin that would put Plasmius to shame and hysterical laughter bubbled from his insides.
He has finally had enough.
Clicking off of tiktok he pulled up his groupchat on Discord and hit call.
‘’I have an idea!’’
‘’Danny what-It’s 3am!!’’ Sam replied groggily.
‘’Yeah, can’t it wait?’’ Complained Tucker.
‘’No..no listen, I’m tired of Vlad constantly kidnapping me and ruining my life!’’ He started.
Rustling from the other side of the call was heard, ‘’no shit, Danny. Where are you going with this?’’ Snapped Sam.
Tucker just kept quiet, he had known Danny the longest and was starting to get a bad feeling.
He just cackled again in response, delirious from the lack of sleep. ‘’You know how the old Fruitloop has constantly traumatised me for the last six years? What if…what if we traumatised him back!?’’ He spoke excitedly.
Sam, ever the voice of reason and the sole owner of their shared braincell tries to talk her best friend down, ‘’…You know this is a bad idea, it could backfire horribly…not that i’m against at getting back at that creep!’’
Tucker could see where his friend was coming from, but he also agreed with Sam, thinking it over, he imagined how it could go right. Grinning, ‘’how would you even go about it?’’ He asked.
Danny meanwhile was completely oblivious to his friends’ internal torment. ‘’What if I kidnapped him!’’
And continued to drop the bombshell.
‘’WHAT!’’ Screeched Sam, waking up her entire household and promptly disconnects.
‘’It’s a good idea, but do you have a plan yet?’’ Asks Tucker. He is tired too, but for different reasons when it comes to this matter.
Danny shifts in his bed, rearranging the blankets haphazardly while trying to think what to say. ‘’No.’’
‘’This is what we are going to do….’’ He knows that it will definitely backfire, but as Danny’s best friend he has a duty. Even if the other doesn’t realise it himself just yet, but one day if this goes just the right amount of disaster-Danny might even thank him for being the wingman he never wanted but needed.
For the past week, Sam has been either ignoring or begging the duo to reconsider this madness, but it falls on dead ears. The boys know calamity will befall on them-the goth never begs, after all.
Soon enough, Friday night comes around and it’s time to put the plan into motion. Both Tucker and Danny are ready to strike.
‘’Bro, if this fails, we are so dead.’’
Danny turns to look into Tuckers eyes, ‘’bold of you to assume I want to live.’’ Deadpans.
They wait until they are sure that Vlad is asleep and upon reaching the backyards darkest corner that’s close enough to the wall, Danny phases both him and Tucker into the mansion, before deactivating all of his ghost powers just in-case the fruitloop senses them too early.
Danny isn’t exactly sure where the mans bedroom is, so they wander down the halls of the grand castle, trying not to admire the vastness, creepiness and grandiose vibe. Occasionally phasing their faces trough walls to check if they’re there yet.
Tucker pushes down the urge to make a Shrek reference.
Danny abruptly stops in his tracks. Tucker nudges him, as if to silently ask if everything’s okay.
‘’I can hear him faintly snoring, I think it’s this door.’’ He whispers in response.
Grabbing Tuckers shoulder, he turns both of them invisible and phases them through the door. Encountering a fully asleep Vlad. Coming closer Danny realises that he had never seen the older man this relaxed. Tired, exhausted, hell-even knocked out, but never like this.
With his features relaxed, body slack, in an old T-shirt.
It somehow makes him look younger-less fruitloopy. He immediately pushes that train of thought down. Never to let it re-emerge again.
Tucker takes his backpack off quickly and after rummaging a bit, grabs the bottle of chloroform and a rag and passes it to Danny.
He pours the entire bottles contents onto the rag, ignoring how some of it drips onto the carpet and promptly presses it down onto the sleeping man’s face. Better safe than sorry. Tucker’s muttering of prayers land on deaf ears.
Vlad shoots his eyes open, before they unwillingly close as he loses the control of his motor skills and consciousness once again, but not before one of the blurry figures that stand in front of him jab him with something painful.
‘’Oh Gods…’’ Tucker, while still holding the Plasmius Maximus whispers mortified.
He has to remind himself that he is doing it for his best friend.
Meanwhile, Danny is still manic, gone completely feral, has embraced the madness with open arms. ‘’We gotta fly him to Fentonwork’s now!’’ Grins.
It sends shivers down Tuckers’ spine.
‘’Won’t your parents find out?’’ Somehow, he had not thought of this, despite Sam’s warnings of Danny’s parents minding this.
Danny just shrugs and gives him a wild eyed stare, as he lifts Vlad into his arms, ‘’get on my back.’’
Tucker gives up and does what he’s told. They can deal with this later. The flight back is too short for his liking.
Getting off of Danny’s back, he watches as he drops Vlad onto an old armchair, ‘’pass me the ropes.’’
He digs into his backpack once again and throws them at Danny. While looking at him tie Vlad to the chair, he feels a bit of pity for the other man and decides to ignore it.
‘’Iit iis what iit iis.’’
Not knowing his inner turmoil, ‘’yes.’’ Danny replies.