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Phic Phight - Show Respect To The Name

For: @ectopal @things-i-cannot-do-in-amitypark @2000dragonarmy @welcome-tothe-mystery-shack

The G.I.W. have always been up their own asses enough to think so little of ghosts. As far as they were concerned, ghosts were no better than a swarm of locusts; just far bigger and far more dangerous. The rest of the world, however, thinks the G.I.W. can just go fuck off. And, you know, maybe picking a fight with an entire dimension wasn’t the greatest decision to be made.

The G.I.W. were in something of a pickle. The higher-ups were unhappy with them, with their entire branch, and were starting to make noises about cutting funding or even doing away with the entire branch! Their membership was also spiraling down the drain, with nearly no new potential interested recruits. Why? Because Amity Park still had a ghost problem, because they hadn’t yet successfully gotten rid of the pests. Their higher-ups likely wouldn’t have cared about that if it weren’t for the fact that the town needed a serious chunk of money quite frequently to handle all the damages and repairs. Many of the G.I.W. had tried to tell their higher-ups to simply cut the town off unless the townsfolk actually cooperated with the G.I.W. actively from here on out. But that had been swiftly rejected with a ‘that will make them hate you lot more and besides, we’re not going to cut off the Fenton’s who seemed to be doing a better job than you’. That had stung, the Fenton’s were a joke, their ghost portal was likely the entire reason for the ghosts plaguing that town specifically. But apparently Amity Park viewed the two nut jobs as lovable and their own higher-ups viewed them as valuable.

And then there was the problem of Phantom. An actual ghost. That the town had been praising as a hero for the better part of a year! There was even a festival for the ghosts deathday that was held a few months back after one of the townsfolks had apparently stumbled upon some of the known evil ghosts arguing about what to do for Phantom, since apparently It had never ‘celebrated’ Its own demise! Ghosts were dangerous brutes! Celebrating death like that at all. It was even seeming like their higher-ups, the government in general, was starting to view Phantom neutrally, rather than as the dangerous monster It was. Which meant the things ploy to likely conquer earth via popularity was working. And on top of that the Amity Parker’s seemed to be becoming tolerant of ghosts in general. Footage of them playing with smaller ghosts, having simple conversations with more humanoid ghosts, even helping them. The town was even tolerant of their town being turned into a damn lair! To the place being able to change and alter to the whims of some undead freak teenager. Yes that helped with repair costs, but none of the G.I.W. were going to mention that to anyone; the last thing they need, the world needs, is the American government’s higher-ups deciding that that’s actually a good thing because it’s saving some cash and attracted some tourists. More would be saved by doing away with the creatures entirely anyway.

But more than all that? The G.I.W. had been turned into a laughing stock. By Amity Park, by the ghosts, by the other government branches. At this point they stood to lose all their support and funding; and the ability to do whatever they wanted regarding ghosts. If this continued on then America would fall to the ghosts once Phantom was through indoctrinating them or brought any of Its friends here. Then after that, the world. They, the G.I.W., were the last real stronghold against these beasts and they were being made into a mockery. In the court of public opinion they had lost.

But… they were still a government power. They still had their stranglehold on what to do about the ghost problem on a larger scale. They still had the might of the American army, the best and most powerful in all existence regardless of what the Chinese say. Phantom was laying siege on earth as far as their concerned and if that town won’t cooperate and Phantom apparently can’t be captured through the regular hush hush channels, then they’ll have to deal with the realm of the filthy creatures instead of the creatures individually. Do away with the lot of them or do enough damage that the things stay in their own disgusting realm.

It was time to stomp things out for good, it was time to restore their name and honour, it was time for war.

---

Danny had found out what the actual Hell was going on while sitting on his throne in the middle of suffering through listening to the Observants nag at him. Some super dangerous ghost went and pissed them off and now they wanted to End whoever and were trying to convince him to approve such a thing.

HA!

As if.

And he knew that they knew that he wouldn’t agree to letting them do it. So really they’re just wasting his time to bother and annoy him for not caving to their wills. They seriously hated that they couldn’t just do whatever they wanted with ghosts now, and that the one who could, actually gave a crap and was protective. Both Pariah and Laufiel had just let them do whatever they wanted and Pariah being sealed just let them do whatever they wanted even more. But King Phantom was having none of their shit. They didn’t like it and so they were trying to make that his problem as much as they could.

And it was while they were doing just that that Vlad of all people had barged in. Followed by the FrightKnight… who wasn’t trying to kick him out for interrupting a meeting with the Observants -Danny was practically the only ghost besides ClockWork that didn’t have either a healthy dose of fear of or respect for the Observants- meaning that some shit™️ was going down. The two present Observant give off the feeling of being offended when Danny immediately looks to Vlad, “what is it, Vlad”; he honestly wasn’t in the mood. Vlad does help that mood though, giving a very sarcastic, “now I know how you just hate being dragged away from the Observants silly little tirades”, smirking slightly before frowning, “however, it would seem that those G.I.W. fools have finally had enough”, and pulls out his phone with one of those fancy projectors built into it. Projecting up a news broadcast of the G.I.W. declaring war on the Ghost Zone as a whole and all ghosts therein.

Wow.

Just wow.

Talk about dying throes of losing men.

The Observants glance at each other looking slightly panicked, even the FrightKnight seems worried. Well guess the G.I.W. did have the backing of America military might if they wanted to. A bit concerning yeah, and the rest of the world might actually offer support too… if it looked like America/the G.I.W. could win this. Pah. Yeah right. But if they are willing to go this far, and the American government willing to let them and support them, then he’s gotta take off his kiddie gloves and actually get rid of the G.I.W. firmly instead of slowly beating them down via shitty popularity and trying to make the American government realise that the ‘spookies ain’t that bad’ via slow coexistence.

Danny shakes his head at the recording, laughing after a beat, “those crazy motherfuckers actually went and did that huh”, shaking his head with a chuckle, “alright, bet”, gesturing lazily at The FrightKnight, “Frighty, go fetch me a nice little war declaration. I’m a tit for tat kinda motherfucker”, shrugging, “I mean really, what’d those idiots expect to happen”.

The FrightKnight almost seems to jump with delight before floating off with a definite grin under that helmet of his.

Danny summoning up some transmission screens in front of him and all around the Infinite Realm, him smirking at them and resting a chin on a fist, “hello denizens of the Infinite Realm, it’s me! your king! Hold the applause, I know you want to but just hold it in. Now for those of you that don’t know, it seems that some mortals of the living world, the G.I.W. in tandem with the American government of Terra also known as Earth, have declared war on my wonderful little realm of spookies. Now I’ve been busy with the Observants for some time so if this isn’t new news you can harass them for wasting my time”, looking to the side and taking the simple little paper from the FrightKnight, who’s bouncing with joy a little bit too noticeably. Danny crossing his legs to prop the paper up on a knee, summoning out a quill, signing a little declaration of his own. Holding it up lazily to the screens, “anyway, in these trying times, do remember to have fun”, and grins like an idiot before pointing at the screens seriously and speaking quickly like he’s voicing the side effects of a ‘as seen on tv’ pain medicine ad, “but the weak ones stay home I will not be held accountable for any ending or injury at the hands of the humans should you harass them against your better judgment and no mass murder or anything. Oh and leave Amity Park alone you dicks”. And then does away with the screens. Had he just given permission to genuinely leave Amity Park and cause actual genuine problems pretty much around the world? Yes, yes he did. Was that maybe not the smartest decision? Also yes. But was it a very ghost king worthy decision? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Uncrossing his legs to hop up off of his throne, making shooing motions at the Observants but instead of leaving they fly agressively at him, “what do you plan to do?”.

“Yes, this is dangerous. Out of all the planets species humans are the most troublesome”.

Danny snorting, “you say that like I’m not a human. Dumbasses”. They flinch at that, making him feel very pleased with himself before continuing, “and simple”, beaming a smile at them that makes it seem like he’s having a little too much fun, “I’mma drop an army on their front door. Directly. Using the express till”. Wagging a finger, “humans might be tenacious spiteful motherfuckers but…”. And Vlad basically explains for him, with a smirk, “there is a such thing as an unbeatable force”.

“Exactly!”, looking at the Observants, “now shoo, shoo with you”. They scowl at him but do indeed fuck off. Nice. The FrightKnight eagerly asks, “do you want me to summon the Dread Army to attend you?”.

“Oh most definitely. All four billion of them”, and Danny’s grin might be a little malicious, “it’s officially time for Earth, or at least America, to finally pay their goddamn respects”.

---

Now the G.I.W. had barely had a chance to begin their assault, thinking foolishly that either the ghosts wouldn’t hear about their coming destruction or, like all logic and reason pointed to, had no real collective waring power to doing anything about anything with. They already had full military might heading to Amity but…

Apparently it was now covered in a powerful green ecto-shield. Damnit. They probably should have seen that bit coming but, well, nothing a nuke or two won’t solve. The place might as well be a part of the Ghost Zone so it would be no loss if the place got raised to the ground. But before that, all Hell breaks loose and they start getting flooded with reports of ghost sights.

Vortex was rampaging in Alaska.

Undergrowth took over literally all of China in the blink of an eye.

There were ghost Alicorn stampedes in Miami.

Canadian geese were being ridden by tiny fairy-like ghosts and dive-bombing people with their beaks.

Some ghost sirens nearly killed an entire ship crew and were just running around sinking ships in nearly every ocean.

Agent. D slams his hands down on the table, “what the Hell is happening out there! Where are they all coming from and how!”. Ghosts could cause a more serious threat in groups but this screamed coordinated. His government superior, who was simply sitting in the room and watching, doesn’t look impressed.

And then it gets worse.

Agent. F running into the room, barely avoiding looking panicked and sweat-slick. “Sir, you need to come see this”, in a tone that’s seriously concerning and ominous. Both Agent. F and Agent. D pausing and looking to the government superior, who gets up slowly, readjusts his tie, and walks out of the room silently; sending the two a disapproving calm glare all the while.

This… this was not good. Either way the two G.I.W. agents walk out as well, and the main area is chaos. All the active agents looking rushed and panicked. Them sending Agent. D and especially the Big Man from up above nervous glances. Many of the more tech and small duties oriented agents sitting around the big screen, Agent. F waving the two to follow over. And on the screen, sitting casually twenty feet in the air directly above the White House, was Phantom. On a floating throne decorated in red and green jewels, white flames blazing lazily off the back of it; the ghost has one ankle propped up on the other knee and Its elbow resting on one of the throne's armrest with Its his chin on a closed fist. The ghost then winks seemingly directly at the screen, like It knew they were watching (Danny, in fact, did know); and then a ludicrously massive army of green skeletons with swords or axes or riding skeletal alicorns appear like from green mist that seeps from the throne. Another ghost decked in sharp armour, a flaming helmet, and wielding a sword appearing ten feet below Phantom and whatever that dangerous ghost was doing.

The armoured ghost slashes It’s sword through the air, bellowing, “ATTENTION HUMANITY! LIVING BEINGS OF THE PLANET EARTH! YOUR ACTIONS AGAINST THE INFINITE REALMS MIGHT HAS NOT GONE UNNOTICED! AS SUCH! HIS MAJESTY! IN ALL HIS PROVIDENCE! HAS DECREED TO MEET YOUR DECLARATIONS OF WAR!”, sticking Its sword straight up into the air, “NOW TREMBLE BEFORE THE HIGH SOVEREIGN OF GHOSTS! KING PHANTOM!”, and swinging Its sword downwards; sending a large flaming meteorite down into the White House and burning it to the ground Canadian style.

The government higher up turns his entire body to the side, crossing his arms behind his back and glaring at Agent. D, “well, Mr. Amazing Wonderful Ghost Hunter Agent, what will you do now?”.

Agent D and everyone else doing nothing for a beat, too stunned, before running everywhere; attempting to get whatever anti-ghost stuff they had up, running, and into action.

The head government man simply walking close to the screen and watching, Phantom seemingly looking right at the camera again, mouthing ‘you asked for this, we simply answered in kind’, making the man sigh slightly. Shaking his head to himself in disappointment. He’s got a call to make.

---

Agent. D scowls, sitting in an armoured truck nearing the ex-White House. Phantom had parked Its disgusting ghostly throne square in the middle of where it used to be and the ghost was grinning like the Cheshire Cat himself. And that… that pisses Agent. D off, him popping open the door, “what is this, you foul creature!”.

Phantom laughs from Its spot, “oh come on, you didn’t seriously think that some weak simple simple ghost was running around beating the crap out of ghosts who are literal gods, did you? I mean seriously”.

The agent scowls, “as if we’d believe such things!”. The ghost snaps a finger and a massive slobbering green dog rams into the military vehicle, sending it rolling away. Phantom whistling and shouting cheerily, “go get ‘em boy! Go! Go get it! YEAH! What a good pupper!”. And at that very moment basically all of the G.I.W. agents back at their main head base were now being held at blade point by various skeleton soldiers.

One also holding a sword to the government big shot, who gives the glowing green blade an unaffected look, simply continuing on with his call to the president, “this rabble has gone on long enough, yes”, eyeing a skeleton that one of the ‘agents’ -not that they would be holding such a title for much longer- managed to destroy, with It simply putting Itself back together and snarling. The big wig purses his lips some, “no I do not believe genuine harm is meant. It’s simple showmanship. Nothing more. But”, glaring around a little, “by quick calculations this is a single absolute force numbering close to half of earths population. If this ‘king Phantom’ sought to enslave us, I’d have no doubt in this ghosts ability to do so”.

“Could the ghost's subordinates be swayed?”.

“If they’re sentient, they don’t show it”.

“Ah”.

And with that the call ends and the big man on campus snaps shut his phone. He looks at the skeleton, “a chair would be much appreciated. I’ve grown tired of standing around”. And one of the other skeletons does actually do so, echoing laughter that sounds quite similar to what’s been recorded of that Phantom sounds out. He sits with a faint smirk, and one Roscoe Carroll is officially ‘on team Phantom’ as it were. And now, thanks to that laugh, he’s confirmed that Phantom, regardless of the leisurely on-screen behaviour, was keeping a watchful eye on things.

---

Danny hums from his chair, causally shooting ecto-beams at G.I.W. and military vehicles as they approach. Sometimes having different skeletons or random ghosts who’ve shown up go and assault them. The FrightKnight was having a pretty solid field day off ransacking a G.I.W. sea base made back when the G.I.W. was stupid enough to actually believe the ol’ ‘can’t cross running water’ thing. Thinking about that alone makes him snort to himself, before eyeing the helicopter approaching, annnnd looks like the president's back from being teleported to Zimbabwe in record time. Danny wasn’t about to go let the FrightKnight burn down the fucking White House with the freaking president or anyone else inside. He was allowing rampaging chaos here, not murder.

Danny gives a good old fashion Queen Elizabeth royal wave at the man as he gets out of his helicopter with guards of course. The president tilts his head to the side slightly and Danny smirks, might as well establish that his a bit of a little shit right off the bat. Danny absolutely lets the man, and his bodyguards, approach him; though not surprised at all by the FrightKnight just suddenly being next to Danny’s throne. Danny getting up and bowing very over exaguratedly, twirling a hand and everything, before popping up and speaking, “you know, this whole affair is a truly terrible way to treat someone who’s been protecting your kind and everything”, sticking up a finger and speaking a little sing-song, “the ghosties know I’ll be a little harder on them if they mess around too much outside of Amity after all”, and chuckles.

Danny flicks a hand, summoning a throne of intricate ice and natural woven fabrics, gesturing for the president to sit down. Which he does after his bodyguards inspect it thoroughly. The president speaking up, “in all fairness, your kind have proven to be a threat and an unknown”.

Danny shrugs easily, “and the same can’t be said for humans if you look at it from an outsider's perspective? Very few of us have ever actually seen or meet one of your living kind, nonetheless a human specifically”, gesturing lazily, “not that I’m claiming we ghosts aren’t dangerous. We certainly are. But we know how to play nice, or more specifically, there are those of us who like the living or are simply willing to play nice and are capable of keeping the rest inline”, and grins in such a way as to show off his fangs.

The president nods solemnly, “so I take it you are asking we play nice as well”.

“That, and-”, sticking up a finger, “-I’m well aware all of this was the G.I.W.’s foolish plotting”, chuckling, “they really do hate me something fierce”, then glaring at the president some, “that’s what happens when you let bigots do what they want and make rules about the very beings they’re bigoted against”, dropping his hand, “so what I want, what I really want, is them arrested. And, for any further little government branches that deal specifically with ghosts to actually work with us”, shrugging, “it doesn’t have to me or any of my direct subordinates or heralds, but it can be”.

The president hums faintly before nodding, “very well”, huffing, “doing away with the G.I.W. and the way they do things has been on the table for a while”.

“And yet it hadn’t been done already”. Danny’s making a point that the guy/the country’s not winning any points for simply debating getting rid of a dangerous government funded and supported hate group, especially one that went basically full-on terroristic.

The president frowns but nods, acquiescing the point, “and outside of the occasional rule breaker, will ghosts leave us alone?”. Danny laughs at that, “oh hardly, the living and the dead will always intermingle. Things will simply go back to as they were before some fools declared war on an entire dimension that spans the entire universe with a population in the many quadrillions and plentiful treaties and agreements with other planets' primary life forms”, and grins very meanly. Shrugging after a beat, “our kinds will always been involved with each other, in both good and bad ways, that is simply the result you must deal with by being a planet and species that’s connected to the Infinite Realm. But trust me, you don’t really want to change that connection; planets that do don’t last very long. You support us with your dead, we support you with our energy”.

The man frowns, “so we’ve been fighting against a… beneficial relationship then”.

Danny shrugs, “eh, it’s normal. The vast majority of the living species with high intelligence tend to fear death and the dead. Existential crisis and all that”.

The president nods, one of his bodyguards handing their president over paperwork. Guess it makes sense that they just kind of assumed there’d be some kind of ceasefire no more war situation going on. After all Danny Phantom was a known protector not a known warmonger.

The stipulation of entirely overhauling the G.I.W. and arresting its previous agents is swiftly added and everything gets signed happily by both parties. Danny chuckling, “now if you’re wondering what kind of bullet you dodged”, grinning meanly, “when a ghost prays up to their god, it’s to visions of me. Lording over an entire dimension with absolute power will do that”, winking and pointing at the president, “and no, we’re not gonna help rebuild or replace any of the shit we wrecked”, and then he vanishes, along with his throne and army.

---

The G.I.W. did, in fact, all get arrested, Danny sent each and every one a little ‘Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah’ mocking letter with smug little goofy ghost emojis.

So a war was started, a war was ended. Nobody died, a lot of shit was destroyed. The G.I.W. got their shit solidly wrecked; finally and completely losing any remaining respect they might have had left. Meanwhile, Danny had gained a lot of respect from both humans and ghosts; having actually gone and actually laid siege to an entire planet. He was Danny motherfucking Phantom and the bitches knew it now. And then the American government, swiftly followed by the U.N and most of the world's countries, formed treaties and alliances with the Infinite Realm; effectively joining the rest of the civilised universe in coexisting alongside their dead.

End.

Prompts: The Ghost King declares war on humanity. Why, and what happens next? and "The GIW is through with being mocked. Phantom is a hero to Amity Park now, and even the Fentons are viewed more favorably than them. It was time for a change around here, even if it means declaring war on the very Ghost Zone itself. Surely this would earn them respect. No one was prepared for the consequences. and "Amity is phantom's haunt. Amity has also become increasingly more saturated over the years due to the constantly open portal. Danny becomes able to manipulate the structure of amity park to some degree due to this Amity Park, saturated with ambient ectoplasm leftover from the artificial portal located in the center of town, has become as close to being a part of the Ghost Zone as is possible for a city in the natural world. This means that certain. . . Elements, of the city are susceptible to change by the subconscious of a half-ghost who's accidentally claimed the land as his lair. Oops. and The Rogue Gallery realizes that Danny's never celebrated his deathday, what do they do about it?

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