06 - Twilight
Late naval twilight still counts as twilight, right?
A Void!Danny design.
A self-indulgent blurb, a bit of an explanation, and some sketches are under the cut.
Warning for body horror and mind control, because Void!Danny.
When the wind lows against houses and rattles windows, when the trees cast away their leaves and the electric expectation of change saturates the air, they know the night is close. After so many years, it's become tradition.
The first sign of his presence: a shifting, eerie song hovering just on the edge of hearing. It whispers long moments before bursting forth, sliding up and down the scale in a way halfway between a whoop and a rasp.
It's the same song the lake sings in the dead of winter: the song of heaving ice.
It hadn't been there, the first year.
But then, the first year many things had been different. Phantom had vanished only a few days before, and there was still hope he might return.
The second year had borne with it the second sign of his presence too: as the night drew closer the song shifted higher, more insistent. It filled the mind in a slow crescendo, and like fishing-line caught you. Drew you in like a fish and hung your mind out to dry until morning.
After the second year, everyone in Amity knew: don't drive if you don't have to, once the singing starts. It's not worth the risk of falling asleep somewhere you don't want to.
The fourth year Tucker figured out how to keep their little group awake.
And ever since then, they've tried to hold the ghost, to save him. They've pleaded with him and cajoled him. Bribed and fought and a hundred other tactics.
Because while the ghost always leaves at dawn, they don't want him to. They want him back. To strip away the years and have Danny again.
Each year, Nocturne lets Danny return to Amity for a single night. They don't know why. As a reminder, perhaps. A kindness, a taunt? There's no way of knowing. The Ancient hasn't bothered with their little town since that fateful night. Hasn't explained any of the times they've caught him elsewhere, instead slipping through their fingers like an oil slick.
They do know this: every year in the depths of autumn, they have a chance to save their friend from Nocturne's control.
And every year, it wanes.
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So! I mentioned in my day 04 post for ectober 2021 that the idea of a Void!Danny with a mask ate my brain a little bit.
Well, it was true.
Even if we take Nocturne at his word on his motivations, it doesn’t seem like Nocturne’s scheme for putting everyone to sleep could last all that long, or would at least need to move around. Humans need to be alive to dream, and they won’t stay alive long if they and everyone around them are asleep. Infrastructure needs maintenance. People need maintenance, in the form of food and drink and all the other necessities of life. So I don’t imagine a world where Nocturne ‘wins’ being one where humans are all asleep, all the time.
In Urban Jungle, we see Sam's outfit change as she spends more time under Undergrowth's control. It becomes more sinister and seems to indicate she's farther under Undergrowth's control -- farther from herself.
And then, I read the phrase "moon-like mask" and, well.
What if it became more moon-like as the possession progressed, pulling Danny farther and farther from his humanity the longer he spent under Nocturne's control? How would he look after weeks? Months? Years?
What if it stopped being a mask and started being his head?
The idea here is that after enough time, Void!Danny is almost completely inhuman, and seems as alien as Nocturne actually is.
Danny might still be in there somewhere, but it's not in a form any of his friends would recognize. Nocturne deals with the mind, after all. Why puppet with strings when he can be so much more...delicate?
The jellyfish tentacle thing was a later addition, when I asked myself what the most disconcerting possible way would be for his moon head to slowly reintegrate itself with his body over time. My answer: jellyfish tentacle spine :)
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