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Ectoberhaunt Day 17 Despair.

Danny sits up, leaving the medallion dangling around his neck. He starts to walk towards the door to the basement. If you ask Tucker, he would say that Danny looks like a soldier being called into a battle that’s already lost. Like he’s just - just given up.

Danny steps out of the swirling green mist with a solemn resolve. The temporary portal closes behind him and he fingers the medallion around his neck, nervous but - he’s got to do this. No choice.

The first part of his plan is surprisingly easy.

All it takes is one well aimed karate chop to the back of ‘this timeline’s Danny’s’ head, and he’s out cold. Easy. Soon, he’s been stuffed into his closet. Danny’s not worried about his counterpart waking up; this shouldn’t take more than an hour.

The next part is a little harder. Both literally and emotionally - because he's lived through this before. To twice live through the most traumatic day of his existence is….soul-draining. Danny needs to do this, as he said before. No choice. Has to be done. But….. Danny feels a deep sense of sadness and overall emotional exhaustion. This is the day that ‘normal’ ended.

(After……the accident - the explosion - Danny had refused to turn into Dan, even after he went to live with Vlad. No one else had offered to take in a traumatized teen.)

Danny walks out of his (old) bedroom, when he runs into a familiar face.

Books clatter to the floor. Jazz bends down to pick them up. Danny stares at her blankly, not quite processing.

“I would recommend not going to the basement,” Jazz says, completely missing Danny’s obvious predicament. “They’re still at it. Building the stupid hunk of metal they call ‘The Portal’.”

He swallows, clears away the emotional gob that’s formed in the back of his throat. He nods, and manages to say, “okay.”

Jazz looks at him, suspicious, but Danny has already slipped back into his old room.

——

Sam says to Tucker and Danny, “Do you guys want to study for english?”

But Tucker isn’t paying attention to Sam and their smoothie, and clearly neither is Danny. Danny keeps fiddling with this medallion that Tucker’s never seen before. Danny sort of has this - well - empty look in his eyes, and not for the first time today, Tucker wonders if there’s something wrong with him.

“I’m going to die today,” Danny says, staring up at the ceiling from his position on the couch. He flips the medallion looped around his neck and starts mindlessly examining the other side. Like that explains everything.

“That seems serious,” says Sam, “usually I’m the gloomy one.”

Danny sits up, leaving the medallion dangling around his neck. He starts to walk towards the door to the basement. If you ask Tucker, he would say that Danny looks like a soldier being called into a battle that’s already lost. Like he’s just - just given up.

When Tucker sees the medallions in Clockwork’s layer, for the first time since the portal accident, things finally start to make sense.

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Day 5 of Ectoberhaunt

Day 5 ectoberhaunt prompt list.

Prompt: Banshee.

(Phantom Planet AU where Danny doesn’t reveal his identity to the world.)

Content warning: drinking, death. Like very dark, major death.

The first time it happens, Danny thinks nothing of it. His life is a plethora of weird and hellish things. It’s kind of unsettling, this event, but he’s seen and felt stranger things, so he lets it go. He’s also still - still kind of numb from the trauma that was the Disasteroid, and the near-identity reveal that thankfully didn’t happen - he managed to fly away before that.

Someone at the Market has a heart-attack. She goes grey in the face, clutching her chest, falls, and then doesn’t move.

___________

The second time it happens, it’s in the most popular bar that Amity Park has to offer. To be totally honest, Danny doesn’t mean to be sucked into buying a drink, but a fight with Skulker landed him here, and one thing leads to another. He doesn’t even know why he stayed.

Maybe it’s because the bartender is nice to the exhausted halfa, or maybe it’s because he wants just one night to be a normal teen and do stupid things. He figures that Sam and Tucker will forgive him for this.

He doesn’t get fully drunk, just a bit tipsy, though he doesn’t know if that’s because he doesn’t want to or because he can’t. His eyes wander over to the fellow that’s slouched at a table behind him, a fellow that’s barely coherent. The guy takes a long sip of his drink, and drool dribbles down his chin and onto the table. Danny swirls his own drink, and the other guy behind him slumps over, dropping his glass and smacking his head against the wood.

_____

Once is a happenstance, twice is a coincidence, three times is enemy play, as they say.

The third time it happens, it’s different. It’s not quiet, like the second time, or long and painful like the first, but quick and like lightning.

Danny flies past the town hall, like he does almost every night, and stops in his ghostly tracks. His tail splits apart, his feet touching down on rough and cracked concrete. The city lights flicker in the distance, but Danny’s attention is solely focused on the town hall.

Something is. wrong.

here.

Danny eventually tears his attention away and flies home.

He doesn’t get much sleep that night. He thinks he knows what’s going to happen.

(He’s always wondered where his Ghostly Wail came from. Now he knows.)

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Ectoberhaunt day 2

Roseline Lurelin taps her fingers on the steering wheel, impatiently muttering to herself about the gridlocked traffic. The horns of other cars could be heard from all directions. Of all the days for traffic to be awful, it just has to be on the one day she has to drive out of town to substitute a teacher.

A red Volkswagen bug convertible taps Rosy’s bumper, probably leaving a good scrape, and she tightly clenches the steering wheel. She breathes deeply. Clenches and unclenches the wheel.

———-

“Uhh, Mrs Lurelin?” A teenage boy with black hair asks.

Rosy looks up from her screen. “Yes?”

“I have to go to the bathroom,” says the student. The entire class looks up from their books.

Rosy waves her hand. “Sure. Go.”

Before she’s even done speaking, the boy races out of his seat, knocking the chair to the ground. He’s out the door in seconds.

Before Rosy can process…. Whatever that was, the entire class starts packing up. She glances at the clock - there is still a good half an hour before class time is supposed to end.

“Where do you think you guys are going? Get back in your seats,” Rosy says, befuddled and irritated.

Another teenage boy, this one with ginger hair, says, “Lady, you’ve clearly never stayed in Amity Park before. Whenever Danny asks to ‘go to the bathroom’, you should always evacuate.”

A teenager with black hair- definitely a goth - says, “for once, Wes, we agree.”

Another teen - a blonde this time - adds, “yeah, Danny’s got, like, this ghost sense or something. He always knows when the ghosts are coming,” as he zips his bag shut.

The goth, the ginger, and an African-American teen all facepalm.

“The - the ghosts?” Rosy asks. What kind of prank is this?

The classroom continues packing up. The four teens stare at her.

“What do you mean, ghosts?” Rosy asks again.

The African American teen whispers to the goth, “she’s kidding, right?”

The goth turns to him, says, “I don't think she is,” and then faces Rosy. “Hey, where are you from?”

“Illinois.”

There is a second of complete silence before a blur of green hurtles through the wall, and out the window, followed by a white and black streak.

Rosy blinks.

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Danny blinked and dropped his toothbrush. It fell to the ground with a clatter. He stared in disbelief at the pentagram on the floor, that he was standing in the middle of.

A hooded figure stood in front of Danny, way taller than the boy himself, trying his best to be intimidating. He stood straight, tried to make himself look bigger and more frightening.

For someone from a town that dealt with ghosts every day, it didn’t really work all that well. Danny, who was still in his PJ’s, quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

One of the other hooded figures (there was about twenty of them that Danny could see) whispered to the taller one, “I thought this was supposed to be the ghost king.”

Oh, they’d summoned him. The idiots.

The taller of the two seemed to be the leader. The other hooded people hung back behind him, giving Danny the idea that this guy was the boss. He had an aura of authority about him.

Danny really couldn’t care less who was the leader of this cult. Because that’s what it was - a cult.

“Wow, rude. Where am I and who are you?” Danny asked. “And please don’t say ‘your worst nightmare’ or something. That gets old.”

The leader cleared his throat. “That’s totally - totally not what I was going to say.”

Danny inspected the room more closely. All of them seemed to be in a bunker of some sort. It was pretty dark, there was only one light source - a small candle in the leader’s hand - and no normal person would be able to see much. Danny, however, could see perfectly fine. There were pictures of pentagrams like the one he was standing on all over the walls - all drawn with red paint. Or blood. Whoever these people were, they were prepared.

The leader said, “we have summoned you -“

Danny cut in. “Obviously.”

“- and you will obey my every command!”

Danny smirked. “No.”

The leader was taken aback. “What?”

“I said no, dumbasses.”

One of the others whispered to the leader, “the pentagram!”

The leader gestured to the symbol Danny was standing on. “You cannot escape this pentagram! The mystical barrier will not let you!” He was really doing a terrible job covering up that slight tremor of fear in his voice.

“You mean like this?” Just to spite the leader, Danny took one, big dramatic step outside of the pentagram and grinned. The room erupted into chaos.

The candle was knocked out of the leader's hands and the room (for everyone but Danny) was plunged into darkness.

Danny cackled.

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Danny blinked and dropped his toothbrush. It fell to the ground with a clatter. He stared in disbelief at the pentagram on the floor, that he was standing in the middle of.

A hooded figure stood in front of Danny, way taller than the boy himself, trying his best to be intimidating. He stood straight, tried to make himself look bigger and more frightening.

For someone from a town that dealt with ghosts every day, it didn’t really work all that well. Danny, who was still in his PJ’s, quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

One of the other hooded figures (there was about twenty of them that Danny could see) whispered to the taller one, “I thought this was supposed to be the ghost king.”

Oh, they’d summoned him. The idiots.

The taller of the two seemed to be the leader. The other hooded people hung back behind him, giving Danny the idea that this guy was the boss. He had an aura of authority about him.

Danny really couldn’t care less who was the leader of this cult. Because that’s what it was - a cult.

“Wow, rude. Where am I and who are you?” Danny asked. “And please don’t say ‘your worst nightmare’ or something. That gets old.”

The leader cleared his throat. “That’s totally - totally not what I was going to say.”

Danny inspected the room more closely. All of them seemed to be in a bunker of some sort. It was pretty dark, there was only one light source - a small candle in the leader’s hand - and no normal person would be able to see much. Danny, however, could see perfectly fine. There were pictures of pentagrams like the one he was standing on all over the walls - all drawn with red paint. Or blood. Whoever these people were, they were prepared.

The leader said, “we have summoned you -“

Danny cut in. “Obviously.”

“- and you will obey my every command!”

Danny smirked. “No.”

The leader was taken aback. “What?”

“I said no, dumbasses.”

One of the others whispered to the leader, “the pentagram!”

The leader gestured to the symbol Danny was standing on. “You cannot escape this pentagram! The mystical barrier will not let you!” He was really doing a terrible job covering up that slight tremor of fear in his voice.

“You mean like this?” Just to spite the leader, Danny took one, big dramatic step outside of the pentagram and grinned. The room erupted into chaos.

The candle was knocked out of the leader's hands and the room (for everyone but Danny) was plunged into darkness.

Danny cackled.