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Hell.

I had to make this shit at work

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Danny Phantom Vivisection AU

The only thing Danny can smell is lemons. Maddie always hated the smell of disinfectant, and since it’s necessary to be as clean as possible when performing tests on “live” subjects, she started hanging lemon-scented air fresheners all around the lab. It made working in the lab for long periods of time just a little more bearable.

When they went to visit Jack’s family over the summer, a familiar flower caught her eye. Apparently, his family had been growing them for generations, as a crop. Nearly every recipe they have calls for the use of Blood Blossoms, and they gladly gave her a few cuttings to cultivate. Previously she had only read about them in books since they were thought to be extinct, so growing them was definitely a learning curve.

She planted some at Amity Park, (with permission from the mayor), on every floor of Fenton Works, and even donated some to the GIW. (She figures they could use some help.) At Amity Park they sprouted but withered away after only a week. The only place other than the lab where they successfully grew was the 3rd floor of Fenton Works.

She had put a tray of the seed starters in the hallway window sill, right between Jazz and Danny’s room. It was quite strange because when she moved them away from that wall they would instantly start wilting. She needs to study it more with help from Jack, once he gets back from his “fishing trip”. Half of the time he forgets to even put bait on the end of the pole so she isn’t sure if it can even really be considered fishing.

Her working theory is that there are ectoplasm hotspots, or areas where the ectoplasm is above the background levels, maybe because of extra portal radiation or excessive ghost activity. She and Jack still haven’t quite figured out how exposure to the ghost zone will affect Fenton Works in comparison to the surrounding town. It might be like radiation exposure, but so far there hasn’t been any evidence to support that.

Danny’s room is the most ectoplasmic aside from the lab, and they aren’t sure why. It could be due to a lack of ventilation, or maybe just the devices malfunctioning due to long-term exposure to the lab. She has actually been waiting for the GIW to send her some of their specialty equipment, that way she can get to the bottom of this.

She reminds herself that she needs to focus while she is documenting her capture of Phantom. When she gives the journal to Lance Thunder and Harriet Chin she wants to make sure that it is thorough enough that they can’t mess up the broadcast. Disinformation will only further harm the already incredibly stigmatized job of being a ghost hunter. She does not want people to see her as a hoax.

Okay, back to writing. Jack was in the Specter Speeder, hot on the tail of the lunch lady, while Maddie followed on foot with the Fenton Bazooka. They were determined to catch a ghost and find something note-worthy enough to report to the news station. They needed the people to understand that all ghosts are monsters! Just because Phantom plays pretend as some sort of superhero, doesn’t mean that he is one. Where was he when she and Jack were building the portal and had to work daunting shifts every night to protect the town? It’s not like he is some kid who died recently, ghosts are bound in the town that they died in until they are old enough to have lost every shred of humanity they once had.

No one in town has a kid who died or went missing recently, so he must be around thousands of years old. If she's right about his age, then he doesn’t actually care about the town, he just got bored one day in the ghost realm and decided he wanted more attention, and he got it! Why can’t everyone else see him for who he really is? Alas, it is the life that she signed up for, after all.

As they were catching up to the Lunch Lady she spotted something down the alley, right beside the Nasty Burger. She motioned for Jack to keep pursuing the Lunch Lady while she went to check out what she saw. Even if it was just a blob ghost it might be helpful to their research. What she didn’t realize was that she had just struck gold!

As she approached the end of the alley, she saw Phantom. He seemed injured, more than usual at least. He always seemed to have scratches or open wounds, but not to this extent.

He had horrific gashes running all the way from his left shoulder to the bottom of his torso. He seemed very out of it like he didn’t even know there was someone standing in front of him. It was also strange because his gashes were leaking green and red, (very Christmassy for someone who ruined Christmas last year), she giggled to herself.

She shot him with the Fenton Bazooka for good measure, and he just collapsed. What a fantastic find! With him, she would be able to get so much more information about ghost anatomy than she normally could. She called Jack to the front of the Nasty Burger and chucked Phantom into the backseat. They strapped him in, just to be safe, and took him back to the lab.

A few days passed, and after immeasurable amounts of tests, they found that he had blood blossoms in his system. That must have weakened him. That's probably how he got the gashes, some other ghost took advantage of his state of health. She doesn’t know how he got a hold of blood blossoms and knows even less about why on earth he would ingest them, but either way, her research has its missing piece, a live subject!

She would squeal with delight if she weren't about to vivisect a ghost. Could it count as vivisection since they're already dead? She thinks it should since they’re semi-sentient, but will consider it more later.

Blood Blossoms also don’t grow naturally anywhere in town, so Phantom was either poisoned, or he intentionally stole them from Fenton Works, which is improbable. Could it have been on purpose? Maybe ghosts got depressed just like people, she writes herself a note to ask Phantom about it after the vivisection if he survives.

However, they weren’t missing any of the Blood Blossoms they had in the lab, so that theory probably won’t lead to anything.

All she and Jack use them for right now is cooking. They snuck them into the kids ’ breakfasts and lunches because, alongside their ability to ward off ghosts, they’re also surprisingly healthy. The only reason they didn’t tell the kids is because they can be so picky sometimes!

When she proposed the idea of using them as seasoning, because she just wants them to be safe from ghosts, they both looked disgusted and their only justification was that “they stink and look really unappetizing.”

Jazz is at her counseling session with Spike, and Sam texted her that Danny is staying at her place tonight to work on a class project. She honestly didn’t even know they had classes together.

When they come home she is going to bother them so much about the Blood Blossoms. They both ate their entire meal with no complaint, so they couldn’t have tasted that bad. They are just kids though, they’re allowed to be picky. She remembers what it was like when she was their age.

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When it’s not just me obsessing over Danny Phantom and it’s actually having a meltdown in public :(((

when the autism is being an actual mental health problem instead of making me obsess over fictional characters again:

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Lukewarm take: if you feel the need to prove that you are better or more powerful that anyone who is demonstratively weaker than you already, you're a fucking loser

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-Every Danny Phatom fanfic ever

have you considered

vivisecting your protagonist

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xD

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This is just a horror story I have been working on for a bit, feel free to add or critique

All-Purpose Excuse

I don’t know who or what she is, but I do know that whatever created her is sinister in origin. An abomination like that can’t come into being without some sort of unholy intervention. My “teacher” didn’t look through me, she looked inside me. Analyzing my organs and soul with her knowing stare. This is what a frog feels like before being dissected, knowing that in an instant that scalpel will come down and split open its gut. Aside from her unsettling demeanor, her body is horribly twisted in ways that no person’s body ever could be. Elongated limbs bent incorrect ways wind across the floor and wrap around the furniture like vines. Knotted black hair hangs in front of her face, and her visible skin is tinted blue like that of a drowning victim. The most prominent thing is the gaping hole where her heart should be. That is not a figurative statement, if I walked up to her I could reach my arm all the way through her chest. A voice that I can only assume to be hers echoes through the room, not from her, but rather, the building itself seems to speak her words.

  “Why are you late to class?” She starts sitting up, jerkily, as if she had gears instead of joints. I glance around, trying to take in my surroundings and assess the situation I’m in. All the desks are empty, but standing against the left wall is a line of students. Standing straight, every single one of them wears an impossibly stretched smile on their face. Contorted by a potter’s hand, or more possibly a sadist’s. The door won’t budge no matter how hard I pull, if I can’t make it out of here at least I know my eventual fate. 

“Well?” Whatever this monstrosity of a school is, I don’t want any part in it. What does she want me to do, tell her I missed the bus so she can rip my throat out? I look around some more and realize that she has a key turning on her back, like a messed-up version of a wind-up toy. Maybe I could slide it out if I walked close enough to her. Her arms wind around the floor and pose a major tripping hazard while I try to discretely make my way behind her. I actually don’t think she can see me at all. At least, I hope not. She could just be waiting for me to get close enough for her to twist and stretch my face into a gruesome grin. I reach up to touch the metal key, hesitation hindering my performance. 

It creaks as it slides out of her hollow chest, dripping what I wouldn’t really call blood, but definitely it's equivalent. Although it's pitch black and a bit thicker than blood should be. Her screams echo in my ears as she violently shakes and jerks like a malfunctioning machine. Finally, after several seconds of this torment, the key drops to the floor and her body slumps onto the wooden desk in front of her. Did I just murder someone? Can I even think of her as a “someone”? Does it still count as murder if who you kill isn’t human? As I ponder the seemingly endless thoughts coursing through my head, the children disintegrate and their ashes float in the air before meeting their final resting place on the cold floor of a dark room.

Rather than staying in the building like an idiot, I run as fast as possible until I reach the door of that wretched building. Everything outside looks normal, and that just doesn’t sit right with me. What happened? Why did it happen? No explanations, no facts, no aftermath. This event will haunt me for years to come, yet it didn’t leave a single imprint on the world around me. An old school filled with dust and the misshapen body of a supposed teacher. Yet I still walk away from the school, going on with my life as if nothing occurred. Only memory remains, and maybe that is something I should be grateful for, but how can I feel anything but terror when I know abominations like that aren’t just under your bed and in your mind?