Dan vs. Dan

[Dan]

((There actually was an episode of Dan vs. Dan. Imposter stole his identity, looked through his diary, made his image nice. Anyways, June 19th, for Dan P. and Dan only. Unless either of us says otherwise.))

Another crap day gone by. How lovely. The nightsky moon shone down on town, where it felt... empty. Quiet. Too quiet and empty. Of course, Dan didn't mind at all. "Finally, a time of the day where nobody's around, no demons to mindlessly slaughter, no little children to bother me to death. At that, nobody at all. Maybe they finally got what was coming to them." Dan said to himself with a shrug and a toothy grin on his face.

"That's what the world gets for ever thinking they could mess with me. And demolish my car. How I ever had the stolen money to pay for the repairs on that thing, I'll never know. At least it's fixed by now." The cherry automobile sat there, out of shape and considered as junk to everyone but himself. Just about to unlock the door with his keys, he heard something and stopped himself.

"Just great." A groan went out in the nearly silent air. This ruined his reunion with his car. "Who's out there? I'll strangle you if you don't come out right now!"

[heatblast96]

Dan Phantom, in his human disguise, walked out of the shadows. He looked down at the small man and chuckled. "You know, you talk to yourself a lot. Must not have a lot of friends."

He glanced at the car. The red color was easy to spot in the moonlight, so the shape of it was pretty clear. "Your ride needs a little upgrade, but other than that, it's a perfect fit for a guy so......compact."

He chuckled and rubbed his knuckles on his black shirt.

[Dan]

"You can't have a lot of friends either. I mean look at you, stalking people, frolic out of shadows, have some sort of hair style that society cast you out for." Dan said, glaring at the strange new Dan Phantom who came out of the shadows. It startled Dan, but luckily not enough to get him to drop his keys or do something extremely stupid. It'd probably happen soon, but not when he had been startled surprisingly.

"My car needs an upgrade?" Dan's voice rose in anger and in volume as he stared at Dan P. "My car is perfect! I had to pay for it with a bunch of money! I'm going to give it to my kids one day! You got that? This car is the greatest car ever! It's been through many car drives, a meteor crash, artist vandalism, and a police run-in! Or two! Or several!" His voice volume was on the shouting level as he glared at Dan.

"Who are you anyways, Mr. Stalker?"

[heatblast96]

Dan raised an eyebrow. Wow, this guy was strange. He seemed crude and unmistakenably, well, as his shirt proclaimed, a jerk. "You're right, I don't have a lot of friends, most of them died when I was younger."

He leaned against the car, some of his hair actually seeming to start to stand up as he did so. "Me? They call me Dan. What about you shortie?"

[Dan]

Dan decided not to say anything about the death of most of his friends, deciding that it would be best to simply change the subject. Lime orbs narrowed at the other Dan when he leaned against car. "Shortie? Shortie? How DARE you lean on my car and call me shortie and say that you're me! I'm Dan! I'm Dan!" the short man yelled, his face turning a shade of pinkish red from anger, his fists clenched as he glared at Dan Phantom.

He could swear his hair was starting to stand up too. How weird. Was he...? Nah, he couldn't be something magical. He was just some imposter as far Dan was concerned.

[heatblast96]

Wow. The little grouch had the same name as he did. What a strange coincedence. "Calm down man. My name's Dan........Dan....... Fenton, if you have the same first name, so what? It's just a name. I never really liked it anyway."

His pause had been the result of struggling to remember his former last name, when he was part of Danny Fenton, before being ripped out of the weakling. He could have also said Plasmius, but he never really like Vlad either.

[Dan]

He hesitated. He paused before saying his last name. Everything about him seemed to point towards an attempt to be Dan himself. Dark scruffy hair, even a goatee! Not as amazing as his, in Dan's opinion, but a goatee. His green eyes narrowed into a glare at this 'Dan Fenton' demon. "Alright then, Dan 'Fenton' that you claim to be. How dare you insult the name that I have!" he yelled at the taller Dan. How wonderful. Dan had gone through a day with hardly yelling at anyone, and here he was. Yelling at this Dan Fenton guy.

"You're lucky you're not some magical freak, or I would've already tied your hands and feet together, then run my car over you. Many times! Like, I wouldn't even be able to count the number of times I'd run you over! THEN we'd see who was the piece of junk!"

[heatblast96]

Dan rolled his eye and gave an exasperated sigh. He brought up his hands and crossed them over his chest, the muscles flexing automatically. "Now you listen here. I've had a very strange day involving a crowd of vampire women, a hog, and me tied up above a fire. I don't really care if you think that I'm trying to be you or that I've stollen your name. The fact that you just keep insulting me for no reason is just stupid and I don't want to take it. Besides, I'm willing to bet that you're somewhere around 23, 24? I'm 26, therefore I was born before you. If I'm older than you, then that means that I was here first. Guess what? THat means that you're the one copying me!"

He breathed deeply, his nostrils flaring for a moment and he mouth opening to reveal particurly long canines for a human. His eyes seem to flash blood red before turning back to the emerald. His mouth twisted down into a scowl. "You're a grouch."

[Dan]

"Not unless you're an imposter stealing my first name!" Dan shouted at the other. "And thanks. I love to be a grouch. It keeps people like you away- wait. Did you say vampire women?" A devilish grin beamed on Dan's face. He had hardly noticed the long canines at the thought of killing vampires. Anything with magic he'd love to hunt and kill. He had let the wolfman live by mistake. Now there were several werewolves, he was sure of it. Dan was going to fix that. That and the amount of anything else that breathed magic.

"Because if you said vampiresseses, then I think I've got another few victims of magic." Whatever Dan's plan was, it probably wasn't going to work. But that was the thing about his plans. When any reasonable person thinks it won't work, it often times does.

[heatblast96]

Dan just shook his head. This guy was pure cockiness mixed in with anger dashed with a little insanity, the perfect recipe for a demon. Not so much a mortal. Wait, victims of magic?

This guy was one them hunters. Ah, now he saw the reason for the madness. Perhaps scorned by the magic rocks that changed everything that short time ago? "I did say vampire women. But, I don't wish to talk about it. Judging by that look on your face and the fact that you have a crossbow on your back along with a clip for a maching gun that is carrying silver bullets, I'm willing to guess that you are some kind of hunter."

[Dan]

"Aww, but here I was, ready to go and stab them with a cross. Or burn them to a crisp in the sun, that's gotta be fun to try one of these days. Maybe even just poison them with garlic food would get the job done. Smuggle in some garlic in pizza." Dan rambled on about the ways to kill a vampire before he finally got himself to stop. This guy might take his business away from him. "Or there's always demons. You can just get a crazy dancer to get them to you. That's the best way to get them. They ask them a favor, the favor is fulfilled, I find a plan to kill them, win situation for everyone except for the bloodshot eyed freak."

Another sinister smirk formed on his lips as he looked at Dan Phantom. "Oh? You figured that out just now that I was a hunter? I hunt anything and everything with magic. Werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, demons, you name it, I hunt it. Or I'll start hunting it."

[heatblast96]

Dan shook his head and sat down on the hood of the car. This guy had guts, but was too confident. Already, he could tell the midget would end up as dung, one way or the other. He glanced at Dan and asked a questions. "How in the world do you kill a demon?"

He paused, then asked another. "Why would you want to hunt wizards? Aren't they the good guys?"

[Dan]

"How in the world do you kill a demon? Oh, I see what you're doing. You're trying to get the information out of me so that you can take business. Or warn some demon buddy. Either way, I'm keeping my mouth shut!" Dan shouted at the taller demon sharing his name. The next question, however, caused him to roll his lime green eyeballs in annoyance. "Why would I want to hunt wizards? Well, let me tell you something, buddy. I. Don't. Do. Good."

Part of Dan wanted to shove Dan P. off his car, but he had to use some serious restraint to not do that. "Anything with magic is always some sutbborn, obnoxious, stuck-up brat. Showing off with fancy finger movements, running around with fangs, burning the souls of people, flying around with sparkles. How can that NOT get on your nerves?" Dan probably could have figured out that Dan P. was a magical being in that very sentence, had he been a bit brighter.

For that not to get on his nerves, he'd have to use magic himself.