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DannyMay Amalgamation

Concept inspired by several Dannymay prompts including:

-Day 6: Transformation

-Day 7: Blood blossoms

-Day 9: Underground

-Day 15: Stars

-Day 10: Family

-Day 18: King

Theres also the prompts that could apply but I get it if you don't see it including:

-Day 5: Cryptid (wasnt touched on much but danny looks pretty gnarly when the gang finds him)

-Day 8: Lost

I just had to get this out before May ended; this went straight from my brain to the internet so ignore any egregious errors for my sake pls.

So basically its Danny being locked away in an ancient coffin-esque device for ghost hunting and buried amongst blood blossoms so he can't escape. They cover both the inside and outside of the coffin considering he was buried in a vat of them, enough to completely cover the box. 

at first he goes for the obv solution,which is to turn back human and try to find a way out like that. however he's been sealed away in a coffin made of one the strongest alloys known to man (courtesy of the GIW) and at the end of the day, hes still a lanky teenage boy so theres no way in hell he's breaking out of that. there’s also no air in the coffin since they completely sealed it to make sure there's no way he can escape, so Danny is forced to go back into his ghost form anyways since he doesn't have to breathe as Phantom. every second he spends as Phantom is agonizing due to the blood blossoms he was buried with, so obviously Danny is eager to escape. he cycles through the wheel of powers that he has, but they’re canceled out by the ectoranium reinforced walls of the coffin, and every time he uses his powers, it only sends another surge of excruciating pain through his body due to the blossoms. 

so eventually he has to give up and just lay there in pain, both external and internal cus not only is his body in great pain, but his core is also in fuckin agony because he's down here suffering while his home is left completely defenseless against the onslaught of ghosts looking for their king. 

the attacks are more brutal than ever because the ghosts had only been holding off due to phantom's insistence, limiting their destruction to buildings and Phantom himself, only targeting humans when their attack would leave them (mostly) intact once it ceased. however with their king not only gone, but suddenly missing, the ghosts have no one to draw the line for them. some ghosts attack amity just because the lack of push back from phantom, but the most truly devastating attacks come from the King's Court, the group of ghosts that battled Phantom the most and kind of taught him the ropes of being a ghost. 

being undead, ergo a functionally immortal creature, change is rare and so when one as big and as somewhat positive as phantom came around, they were elated. so for him to be taken from them as quickly as he came was not only upsetting but massively detrimental to the balance of the GZ due to different ghosts from across the realms and afterlives began to grow rowdy in absence of their king. soo yeah ghosts everywhere were not happy, and they were all too eager to take out their frustration on the world of the living, especially the King's court. 

in the first few years of his disappearance, the court tried to hold back from any major destruction, only crossing the veil to try and gather any information about their missing liege. however the unique nature of Danny's coffin meant that his ghostly signature was effectively muted and the cries of pain that emanated from his core had been silenced. as more time passed and they still had no leads on their king, the court returned back to the states they'd been in before they met Phantom; bitter, angry, and ready to cause chaos and destruction. but this time was worse because their negative feelings actually had reasoning behind it. so this group of some of the most powerful ghosts in the entire freakin Afterlife finally said fuck it, unleashing the full weight of their ire on the world, mostly concentrated on Amity Park (of course). up until this point they’d discouraged other ghosts from attacking the realm of the living because that would be Phantom’s wish, but they didn't outright stop anyone that could make it through, because it is the way of ghosts to basically stay out of each other's business unless it affects them directly. but a few years had passed since Phantom went MIA and they were tired of scrounging for scraps of information about the missing king and running themselves ragged trying to keep the different realms from imploding on themselves.

so yeah they start goin ham. because of Phantom, Amity Park had never really faced anything ghostly that was detrimental to their way of living, so now with Phantom gone, they, along with the GIW, got to truly witness firsthand just how much Phantom was protecting them from. of course, they tried to fight back with those idiot Fenton scientists leading the charge, but a small midwestern town versus an entire army of the undead constantly coming through a portal THEY made to fuck with them made for a hilariously sad matchup, and Amity Park became a dystopic war riddled ghost town (haha get it). the only humans spared were the humans of the Kings court (tucker, sam, n jazz) who'd become a little bit (read: exceedingly) more jaded and numb to the suffering of their fellow humans after losing Danny. they'd vehemently fought against the GIW and by extension, the rest of the town when they initially began the manhunt for phantom.

 they protested, they pleaded, and went down kicking and screaming when they finally did catch Danny. they spent the night of Danny's supposed execution locked up and being examined closely by ecto-scientists and other GIW staff since they truly believed the only way a human could take up for and defend a ghost in any way is if they were being possessed. they never even got to say goodbye; to their homes, to their families, to Danny. 

The GIW ended up chalking it up to increased exposure to ectoplasm and radiation and put the three through tests, trying to purge them of their "affliction". When this didn't work (because duh, of fuckin course it wouldnt), the tests slowly became more invasive and painful as they started testing out new alternative ways to "cure" these kids. these tests had never been tested on other living beings to make sure they were safe, but the GIW was desperate to "help them" (read: get rid of something that wasn't there) so agents continued on with the procedures. 

Tucker's parents were the only ones to have doubts and ask the GIW about their boy, to which they responded to by declaring their boy to be severely ecto-impaired and telling them that if they didn't purge the immense amounts of radiation from their child's system, it could greatly shorten his lifespan and forever bind him to the living realm as an unfeeling wisp of himself once he finally does pass on. they told the Foleys that unless they let Tucker stay with him, he would never be able to lead a good normal life. he would be stuck empathizing with the enemies of humanity and further distancing himself from his own humanity until all that remained was an angry bitter husk, a living ghost. after that particular letter, the Foleys stopped trying to get their son back, resorting to sending him letters and pictures that the boy would never get to see. Sam and Jazz's parents never even tried for differing reasons, but both girls unfortunately got the message. 

and so the teens spent the latter half of their childhood (and in Jazz's case, the beginnings of her adulthood) in a testing facility away from their families and anyone else that mightve loved them, only with each other to cling to for comfort in the excessively warm and bright lights of their "rooms" that they knew were only cells.

when the facility that they were being held captive in went on lockdown one day a few years into the future, the three didn't hesitate. their time as experiments (because let's face it, after the first few tests,the GIW knew there wasnt anything they could do) gave them a lot of time to memorize which agents were weakest, which scientists were less liked amongst their peers, and most importantly, the faces of those who had hurt them the most. so when the power went out, the three were freed from their cells and they made sure not to waste this opportunity. they jumped any agent that stood in their way, made hostages of the weaker scientists to get away in a pinch, and brutally executed those whose faces they dreaded seeing peering into their cells, who haunted them every night and made them wake up in a cold sweat with horrified screams or broken sobs on their lips , who would continue to haunt their dreams for decades to come. 

when they finally, finally made it to an exit, they found themselves staring down the business end of an ecto powered guitar, which quickly lowered to reveal the shocked face of none other than Ember. she quickly brought the three weary humans back to the GZ with her, where they were promptly taken in by the rest of the King's court and nursed back to health. of course, being nursed back to health in the ghost zone means consuming a lot of ectoplasm, so the three received ghostly enhancements as they recovered from their time with the GIW. it was only when they were fully back to peak health rocking cool new ghosty fits to go with their ecto enhanced power ups (im a ho for sick outfit changes) (blame the winx) that they were allowed back into the realm of the living. 

meanwhile, Danny has fully given up on anyone finding him. he can't tell exactly how much time has passed, but he knows it's been a lot. sometime around year 2 he began to count out seconds, which turned to minutes and hours, keeping some semblance of time for himself. it became a self soothing pastime, and it reminded him of clockwork which caused him to break down every once in a while, but he never lost count. but even this became unbearable for him, having to keep track of time only reminded him of how much he was missing. even though the coffin muted his signature, he could still feel the spiritual energy of those far above him, still on the surface. he was buried outside of Amity Park, but that didn't stop him from feeling the sharp influx of panic and fear that suddenly emanated from the humans above him one day around year 9. 

Danny's days were largely spent disassociating, staring numbly at the panicked scratches on the lid of his coffin that he remembers leaving on the first day of being locked away, and subsequently the weeks following. after all, what was to be done when you're buried about 40 feet underground in a coffin made specifically to cause you pain that was also so small you could hardly turn around in it? anyways, the spike of fear and pain initially made Danny recoil. he'd felt enough fear and pain himself to last him several human lifetimes, thank you. but when the feeling persisted he felt himself grow...curious. not worried or anxious. just curious. 

during the first few years, his core leaped at any negative emotion from the humans above that he'd figured happen with  each ghost attack. it was a special kind of agony for Danny to be unable to fulfill his obsession, to feel his core trying desperately to pull him towards the danger to help, to fight, to do something. eventually though, his core got the memo that he wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon and resolved to wither away in his chest. Danny grew weaker, more despondent until he was hardly able to move, even despite the limited space he had. he still felt a jolt every time there was a ghost attack, but it became commonplace, and therefore easier to ignore as time passed. however, when he felt that spike of fear, he experienced surprise for the first time in damn near a decade when his core didnt jerk in his chest. in that moment he understood why change was so sacred to his kind, because after being static for so long, he found that he valued this new development. it gave him something to focus on, something to feel other than the depression tinted numbness that had become his norm. he held onto that curiosity, letting it clear away the fog in his brain as questions began forming in his head. whats happening up there? why dont i care? whats up with my core? why is this surge of fear lasting so much longer than the other ones?

fucccck chat im runnig out of steam

time passed and the fear persisted, giving Danny something to focus on. he could also feel the terror from above slowly but surely returning his strength. initially, finding out that ghosts could quite literally feed off of fear when he was younger didn't exactly inspire the best feelings in him, but now he could feel nothing but grateful. it wasnt anywhere even remotely near what it used to be, but he could finally move again after years of being stagnant and he preened as much as he could at the development.

over time, the agony from the blood blossoms had dulled into a painful buzz that Danny had accepted into his new standard. this meant that while he was still unable to use his powers unless he wanted to feel a wave of torment (sometimes he did, just to remind himself that he was still conscious, still sentient, still here), his senses had more or less returned, if not a little dulled. so when he felt the presence of something with a large amount of ectoplasm approaching his grave, he felt something for the first time in a very very long time. he couldnt put his finger on it, but he didnt really have time to dissect that at the moment either as the presence got even closer. 

desperately, he tried sending out pulses of energy, a non verbal cry for help, screaming im here! im right here! save me! save me! it was pure unfiltered hell. every cell in his body burned in anguish with every pulse, but he didnt stop. he didnt stop when ectoplasm began leaking from his eyes and nose, he didnt stop when his throat felt like it was being ripped to bloody shreds as he coughed up enough ectoplasm to spill down his front and color the glowing blood blossoms next to him a sickening shade of green, and he didnt stop when the presence above him paused before making its way over on top of him.

his cries only grew more in intensity as the blood blossoms continued their tortuous assault on his body, his mind, and his core. It was hellishly unbearable, and still he kept crying out as more presences made themselves known before settling with the first one. They felt frantic, which only drove Danny to push harder, cry louder, withstand the pain even more. Ectoplasm was freely flowing from his eyes now, mixing with his tears as he banged on the lid of the godforsaken coffin that had been holding him captive all this time. as unbearable as the pain was, he could hardly feel it over the desperation pumping through his entire being as he pleaded hurry hurry please it hurts. 

and with that final push, he felt movement from the outside of the coffin for the first time since he'd first been buried. there was banging on the lid, which he only reciprocated in an increasingly distressing pattern. out out outoutoutoutOutOutOUT he pulsed even as the banging continued. it felt like another decade passed as whoever was above him attacked the lid of his coffin in a frenzied state of desperation, though danny knew it couldnt have been more than a minute. After a few more seconds, the banging stopped, and Danny felt the desperation, the fear, the hope that had been building inside of him surge forward in a devasting combination. HELP ME! It was then when he heard the grating sound of rusty hinges being forced from their position. 

He let out a pitiful sound when the scratched surface of the coffin lifted away. the first thing he noticed was the full moon, its silver light illuminating his form in a way that he'd forgotten in all his time spent in the coffin. he often dreamed about seeing the sky again, and now his breath caught in his throat as he stared in quiet astonishment of it all. It was both everything he remembered and yet so different. The names of the constellations he could see came flying back to his head like they'd never left. They were all in their same placements, the moon was still the same shape, and yet, they looked brighter than they ever had in his memory. The stars twinkled, their light falling across the forms that he'd failed to notice until now, but once he did felt himself begin to sob again, wailing in earnest as he took in the faces of his court standing around the hole they dug to reach him. 

There was Johnny and Kitty, the biker holding his girlfriend close as she cried tears of her own, the hand over her mouth muffling the worse of her cries. there was Ember, the flames of her hair burning brighter and hotter to correspond with the emotions that swirled in her eyes. her guitar hung limply from her hands as she looked on with what seemed like a crushing relief and a deep sadness. from Desiree to Pandora, they were all there. Danny couldn't stop wailing as he felt strong, fur covered arms wrap around his form and lift him out of that wretched coffin, heedless of the blood blossoms despite feeling how those arms tensed slightly in pain as they made contact with the stupid flowers. yet they still did not waver, lifting him to be held against a firm yet warm chest. 

Danny could barely make out Frostbites face through the ectoplasm and tears, but from what little he could see, the yeti’s thick eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked as if he was trying to keep from crying himself. instead, he lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Danny's as the boy continued to weep in his embrace. Danny weakly wrapped his arms around the yeti's thick neck as he felt the rumble of Frostbite’s voice. "welcome back, great one"

 the yeti floated out of the hole and was immediately swarmed by the ghosts of Danny's court, all trying to get a better look at their king and see if he looked like he was getting worse. however before any of them could do anything else, three forms shot to the front of the mob. 

"DANNY!" 

and for the first time in entirely too long, Danny finally laid eyes on his family. they all clung to whatever part of danny that they could reach and Danny did the same, desperate to touch them, to feel them, to make sure that they were real and wouldnt disappear in wisps of smoke. Tucker was a blubbering mess, clinging to Danny's arm and sobbing into the frail boy's chest. Sam wasn't much better as she stood by his knees, furiously wiping her dripping eyes to no avail. eventually she just settled on perching her hands on his legs as if reassuring herself that he was really and truly here. and Jazz?

she gently took Danny's head in her hands, face crumpled in anguish as she cried. she looked him over before pressing several kisses all over his face, just like how she used to when they were younger. Danny's heart broke at the realization and he threw his arms around the now woman.

 "i missed you so much little brother"