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(Originally posted: 2 October 2021)
Ghostea! It’s cute, as long as you don’t think about it too much!
Ectober Month 2021, Day 1: Treat
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worm-writes · 1 year
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Day 3 - Chaos
She was gone for 5 minutes, 5 minutes too and all hell broke loose in her house. Sam is ready to loose it.
First time joining ectoberhaunt!! Hope you enjoy!!
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ghostly-penumbra · 6 months
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Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day Four
"Zombies"
Ao3
Warning: General zombie apocalypse atmosphere.
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Danny dragged his feet on the ground and growled every few steps, blending seamlessly with the herd.
A few feet away, a kid sobbed quietly beneath a car, attracting the dead to them.
Danny cursed in his head and groaned loudly, hurrying his dragged steps away from there, and the dead, mindless as they were, followed him.
He looked around himself moving only his eyes; he didn’t want any survivor to shoot him thinking he was fully dead, so he had to watch out.
Once he was sure there were no other people around, Danny ducked into an alley and leaned against a wall, groaning for real this time.
“Man, who would’ve thought playing dead would need so much walking.” He let his hoodie fall and pulled down his balaclava, revealing his black hair with a white stripe running from his nape to his forehead. Taking off a dirty glove, he rubbed at his green eye, sighing tiredly as he looked around again.
The alley was packed, but the dead paid him no mind, as usual, unless he wanted them to.
‘The dead go after people even if they are at the brink of death’ factoid is actually just a statistical error. Zombies Daniel, who is half dead and goes mostly ignored by them all, is an outlier and should not be counted.
Danny chuckled to himself and opened his water bottle to take long gulps from it, and then started considering what to do now. He hadn’t planned on cleaning the streets today, he was just doing some recon of the travellers, to see if they could be a treat to Amity Park. But if they had kids with them…
Danny sighed again and took his radio from one of the many hidden pockets in his raggedy-looking outfit and held it up to his mouth.
“Phantom to Mad Scientist, do you copy, Mad Scientist?”
“Mad Scientist to Phantom. Report.” Came his mom’s clear voice, and Danny smiled.
Though the radio, his parents would be strictly professional, sometimes bordering on cold, but the moment he was within their reach he was engulfed in a double bear hug that lifted his half-dead self off his feet.
“The ants are marching south, but a buzzard found them but I drove it away. No ant down that I saw.”
“How long will it take you to come back?”
Danny knew he had a contrite expression on his face when he said, “They have kids with them.”
There was a long, stretched silence where they argued with no words; his mom wouldn’t say something that could give anything away: their relationship, how important was Danny in the city, the resources they had; but she knew him, his sense of duty, his drive to protect others, how stubborn he could be, and how powerful. And Danny knew that she knew.
“Be careful out there. Don’t take unnecessary risks, and be back before sundown. Copy that?” She said at last.
“Copy. Phantom out.”
He turned off his radio and pocketed it again; then, he unsheathed his trusty dagger and set to work, one dead at a time.
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goodfish-bowl · 1 year
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A Way of Death
Ectoberhaunt Day 12: Way of Life/Cause of Death
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Summary: Everything had been going pretty well for Danny, all things considered. Things being his own body buried just outside of town. Joseph Brown is having a decidedly horrible day, and really hopes this ends in a court case. 
Warnings: Description of corpse
Words: 1149
Notes: I do love me some Corpse AU. As a treat.
@ectoberhaunt
The Coroner, Joseph Brown, looked down at the body they’d been given, then at the info sheet. He’d ran the standard series of tests, like protocol demanded, and his gut wrenched. He’d never dealt with a John Doe corpse before, not like some of the bigger city morgues. His role and title in the APPD was more cosmetic than anything else. Since the ghost arrived over a year ago, human crime had been at an all time low, hell, they probably had the lowest numbers in the country. He mostly worked in the funeral service now adays.
The body in front of Joseph was small, not much larger than a child, and the tests confirmed as much. Male, young, probably early teens, and had been buried in the ground for at least a year at this point, probably since right before the ghosts had shown up. There weren’t really any leads at this point, but it wasn’t his job to find leads, just make notes of what he finds. Which is what he’d been doing.
The blanket the teen had been wrapped in was already sealed away into a specimen bag, faded and tattered from it’s time in the ground. It looked like it had once been space themed, and had been tightly, almost lovingly, wrapped around the teen, liked he’d been tucked into his grave. Which made no sense, since he had been found in an unmarked grave on the outside of town, not too far from a well known stargazing spot. It was dichotomic. Joseph had noted as much in his report. The clothes too, Joseph noted, were odd. They were definitely the ones the teen had died in. They didn’t have the same damage as the body did. It had been a hoodie and sweats, also added to a specimen bag. It really was like someone had lovely put this boy to bed before burying him deep in the ground. It made him nearly sick to think someone could do that.
The body itself had its own issues. He was dealing with a John Doe, with no identifiable features other than Caucasian and black hair, and perhaps a clothing size. Everything else had rotten away during his time in the ground. This surprisingly didn’t stop him from identifying a bit about the boy’s life, nor his cause of death.
Whoever his John Doe was, he had a mild case of malnutrition and some growing problems. Due to what? No clue. Genetic tissue wasn’t usable for something as fine point as that, and Amity didn’t really have the resources for that anyways. A bone sample found the kid’s exact age to be 13-14 years old, which was tragic in its own way. The cause of death had been electrocution.
Joseph had read about electrocution victims in his textbooks, but whatever voltage this boy had been hit with was high enough to cause visible bone damage across his entire left side, along with instantaneously cooking him alive. Kid went out painfully and quickly. It appeared to start in his left hand, probably where he ended up touching some exposed electric whatever, went through his entire body, before exiting from the right foot into the ground. Whatever the kid had been wearing must’ve been protective to some degree, because the voltage seemed to have a hell of a time leaving once it got in. It probably ended up doing more damage than it did good.
On that note, Joseph didn’t think it was murder, this definitely seemed accidental, probably some kids just messing around. But accidental or not, there had been a cover up. He didn’t understand why whoever found the body hadn’t just reported it and gone about things the legal way. They had obviously cared about whoever this kid had been, so why bury him in an unmarked grave?
After a moment, Joseph found a reason. With how young the boy was, on top of the malnutrition and cause of death, a neglect case could be filed against his parents, which would also link into the lack of a missing person’s report matching the profile.
Joseph sighed aloud, thinking to himself, What a way to go.
  Danny had been minding his own business, carrying out his daily afterlife like he typically did.  Barely sleep, go to school, sleep in class, fail his classes, ditch because a ghost showed up, and then sulk around town (a.k.a. avoiding going home for as long as possible). Usually this happened with or without Sam and Tucker. If he was lucky, he’d make it home just before curfew, avoid talking to his parents, and then sneak out again for patrol. Rinse and repeat. It was a shitty way of life, and he knew it, but it didn’t feel like he had any other options.
Danny froze, suddenly feeling sick, almost getting shot out of the sky by his parents in the process. Ignoring the feeling for a moment, he ditched his usual game of ghost and hunter to go find somewhere safe to recover and spill his guts. Usually, he’d keep this up until his parents went home for the night, making sure they left the other ghosts alone, but not like this. He’d mess up.
Danny buckled on the roof of a random building in the old historic district, now dubbed the Neon District. He wasted no time emptying out what little food he’d managed to eat that day. He felt awful, like someone was poking and prodding at his insides. Another wave of nausea spiraled over him, and he fell to his hands and knees, gagging.
Ancients, what was going on? It felt like someone was walking all over his-
Danny’s head snapped up and towards the edges of town. No. It couldn’t actually… He took off at max speed towards the outskirts of town.
The area had always been quiet, and it was far enough from town that it was rarely ever visited. It also just happened to be once of the best places close by for stargazing. His parents used to take him, whenever they weren’t busy with some new invention or project, which happened less and less as the years went by. They hadn’t gone even once since the portal had opened up. He figured it had been a safe spot as long as he kept away from the used area.
Danny touched down in what was blocked off like an active crime scene. The small clearing was covered in powered off cameras and lights, and a hole in the ground in the center of it all. There was nothing but dirt in the bottom of it.
It was gone. His body, which he’d buried in this exact spot, was gone. Danny was filled with a harsh mix of rage and dread. His horrible way of life was about to get a lot more complicated.
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jackdraw-spwrite · 5 months
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Funerary Rites, Chapter 4
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Characters: Danny, Clockwork
Warnings: None
For Ectoberhaunt 2023, Day 11 - Dread
It was almost sunrise when Danny gave up on sleep.
The brightening sky swelled the racket of birdsong already outside his window, and Danny dragged his hands over his eyes with a groan. He wanted his bed. He wanted his room and whatever normalcy could be said to live in the Fenton household.
He wanted sleep.
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He did not want this. He did not want these strange blankets, these strange rafters under a strange sky, and he wanted to confront the day less than that. In the hollow hours between dusk and dawn, dread had taken root in his belly and now it tangled itself there and slithered up to gnaw at his sternum. 
But it wasn’t like he had much of a choice.
Resentfully, he rolled himself out of bed, feet landing on the cold floor. Danny grimaced, and fought the urge to pull them back into bed, to curl up and delay the day.
And Caretaker.
Danny grimaced. Maybe that one could wait.
He padded to the window, and found the trees were still monumental shadows in the pre-dawn light. He turned–and his stomach constricted.
There was something dark at the door.
There was something dark on the inside of the door. Inside the threshold.
He'd thought himself safe.
He'd thought, he'd hoped that no one could get inside as long as he was treating it like a bedroom. He'd assumed that with how poorly he'd slept, he would at least get a warning, hear something, even if he didn’t see.
He hadn't.
Caretaker could have opened his door at any time.
He had.
The roots of dread in Danny's gut grew thicker.
If it even was Caretaker. There was the other fae, after all. The one he'd seen with the white cloak in the garden.
He thought he'd been awake. But he hadn't noticed the door opening. If it even had been the door. What if the dark shape was alive? What if it had crawled in through the window?
One step, two. The thing didn’t move. Three, four, shut the door.
The door was already shut.
Fix, six, pick up–
And Danny’s hand touched cloth.
It was cloth.
It was clothes.
Danny found himself back on the bed again, one leg pulled close. He rested his chin on his knee, eyes still locked on the patch of dark on the floor.
It was just new clothes.
.
Danny waited until his heart calmed and the room brightened enough to make out details before he evaluated the clothes that had appeared in the night. In the long minutes he waited, his mind whirled between the revelation that his room wasn’t secure, wasn’t safe, and wondering how he hadn’t heard or seen the door open when he’d barely slept.
But eventually, the room brightened enough to see.
The floor this time was no less cold, but at least it matched the cold in his gut and and his fingers. Danny pulled the pile apart into shapes, and the cloth slid easily across itself, smooth like water in his hands.
It was…similar, to the previous day’s.
When he finally fumbled the tie on the sash into a knot minutes later, it was after considerable difficulty. The fabric had slipped through his fingers a number of times, and even with the building dawn, the clothes themselves were still dark and hard to see.
Now that they were on, the sensation like water hadn’t faded. They were smooth as silk against his skin. One of his pant legs slithered down a little, and Danny hiked it back up and tightened the knot on the sash. He could figure out what he’d done wrong when he could see better.
And then–
Then, there was only the door.
.
Caretaker was older, in the morning light.
It was in his stoop, in his cheeks drawn thin. And it was in the wrinkles that had smeared across his face in the night. In places, they folded into deep creases like a crumpled cloth as he looked down at Danny.
But still, none were as dark as his scar.
However deep his wrinkles were, his scar was deeper. However dark, it was darker. It still tore down his face in a jagged line, and his sagging skin only made it longer, though longer still was the stare he gave Danny.
Caught in the doorway, Danny shifted on his feet.
It was barely dawn. The sky was still brightening, and the night's blacks lingered in pockets. They coiled in the overgrown mess of plants and swam in the shadows of Caretaker's hood.
In Danny’s head, they writhed, spelling out the shape of the previous night’s refrain: What did Caretaker want?
Danny wanted to ask.
Danny needed to ask.
But it was as though his tongue were frozen in place, like the dread rooted in his stomach had grown up through his neck and fastened his tongue to the floor of his mouth with tendrils of ice.
What did Caretaker want?
“Greetings,” Caretaker said. His voice hadn’t changed with his age. But then, It never had.
“Morning,” returned Danny.
“Did you sleep well?” asked Caretaker.
“No.”
“No?” The creases in Caretaker's forehead deepened. "Did you find your accommodations uncomfortable?"
Uncomfortable.
Danny stared at him. Incredulity sparked through his mind.
“You snuck into my room.”
“Snuck–the clothes?”
“Yes, the clothes!” Danny pulled at his shirt.
“I just placed them inside the door so you would find them,” said Caretaker. “I would be a poor host if I didn’t provide you with clean clothing.”
“I–” Danny cut himself off, throat working.
The thing was–it made a certain degree of sense. Fae were concerned with manners, and with being good hosts. Even his parents would admit that. And if Caretaker had just placed them inside…
“You just placed them inside?” Danny asked. “You didn’t go in? Didn’t do anything else?”
Caretaker tilted his head. “I opened the door, and I closed it. I saw inside the room, and made sure that you were safe.”
The ice that had been banished from Danny’s mouth crept along his arms instead.
“You made sure I was safe?” he asked.
"I agreed that no grave harm would come to you for the duration of our agreement. I expect you remember that," Caretaker said, frowning.
“How did you make sure I was safe?”
“Would you like a list?”
“Yes.”
“I made sure to keep others from realizing your presence here, on our journey. This hut is well within the lands that I control, and well-protected. You saw the hedge, and the gate.”
“I don’t mean those,” said Danny. “I mean when you opened the door.”
“I checked that you were present and unharmed,” Caretaker said. His face was even, grave.
“But you didn’t go inside,” Danny said.
Caretaker paused a moment before answering, and Danny began wondering if this was it, if that had happened, if he’d woken up at just the wrong time if he’d have seen Caretaker looming over him in the night–
“I did not set foot inside when I was placing your clothes there last night,” said Caretaker.
Danny swallowed. “While I was asleep, you mean.”
“You seemed relaxed. I did not verify that you were asleep.”
“Relaxed,” Danny laughed a little hysterically under his breath.
He found that hard to believe. He didn’t feel relaxed at all now. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be relaxed again, at this rate.
“You feel unsafe?”
“Of course I feel unsafe!”
Danny stopped himself. He hadn’t meant to raise his voice. Manners. Fae cared about manners. “Sorry.”
Caretaker inclined his head.
The moment passed, and it was then that Caretaker spoke.
“That you feel unsafe–do you doubt my ability to protect you here?”
"I–" Danny hesitated. He thought of the bells in the study, the silvered gate, and the ease with which Caretaker had ignored his parents’ best efforts at resistance in their own home.
He thought of the fae in the night.
He thought of the shelter of Caretaker’s cloak.
Neither yes nor no felt right in his mouth. Danny swallowed. "I don't know."
A sigh escaped Caretaker. "That you do not feel safe is–" he stopped himself. "It is a matter to address later. You must be hungry." 
"I'm not," said Danny. The hunger pangs had faded in the night.
"Even if your worries have eaten your appetite, you should eat something for your health." Caretaker said, and stepped from the cover of the entryway onto the path.
"I don't want to," said Danny.
"The journey yesterday was long, child. And you have not eaten since before it."
"Because of you.”
"Because of me?” Caretaker asked. “You refused dinner yesterday. That was not my choice." 
He turned and began walking. His boots tapped against the paving stones.
Danny trailed after him. "I only needed dinner in the first place because you stole the food I brought," he said.
"You needed it?" Caretaker's voice was sly. "You were hungry?"
Danny’s stomach lurched.
"No,” Danny said, quickly. "I meant that I didn't have what I needed in order to have dinner. If I needed it. Which I didn't. Because you stole it."
Caretaker stopped, turned. "I will not let you poison yourself while you are in my care. And you know how I feel–"
"Poison?"
"They are coated in the plastics that are poisoning the human realm."
Danny filed away the stilted phrasing for later–seriously? 'The plastics?'--and homed in on "Are? You still have them? Give them back."
"No."
"You don't even eat 'the plastics,'" Danny said, imitating Caretaker's weird way of saying it.
"I certainly do not."
"You know what I mean!"
"And what is wrong with fresh food? You haven't even seen it."
"You said it came with consequences."
"So does the ‘Hill’n’Dale P.B. n’Choco D-Lite. With added iron’."
"Why did you say it like that."
"It is its name."
"You don't say mine," said Danny.
Caretaker gave him a sharp look.
Right. Caretaker didn't even like exaggerations.
"You don't say it often," corrected Danny with a roll of his eyes.
"That," said Caretaker, pausing at the top of a small stair, "is because your name is important. I would not give it freely. Not everyone listening cares to make themselves known, even in the human world."
Danny took the stairs after him. "So you don't hate my–"
There was unexpected cloth beneath his foot, an unexpected tug at his waist, and then a very unwanted trip in the direction of the paving stones.
Caretaker caught him before his hands could.
"Get off me!" Danny snarled.
Caretaker did, retreating until he was barely in arms' reach.
Danny ignored the expression on his face in favor of looking down with a scowl. "It's these stupid pants," he said. "They won't! Stay! Up!"
He tugged at them with each word for emphasis, fabric audibly snapping taut with the last.
"They are not meant to trip you."
Danny whipped his head up to glare at Caretaker. "Well they're pretty good at it! You know what's not? My pants."
"You know why you do not have them."
"I don't, actually. I just know what you told me."
"I do not lie, child."
"You keep saying that."
"Regardless," said Caretaker. "Your belief or disbelief in questions of my nature does not resolve the problem."
"The problem of you stealing my clothes? And food?"
"The problem," said Caretaker, "of your clothes impeding your movement. Worn properly, they would not."
"I'm sorry I'm not wearing your stupid clothes up to your standards," snarled Danny. "It's just that I've never worn them before and they didn't come with an instruction manual, you see."
Caretaker tilted his head. "Would it be so odious for me to show you?"
"What," said Danny, who was running on far less sleep than he wanted and was nowhere close to taking the SATs.
"Your clothes," said Caretaker. "I could show you how to wear them, so that they do not impede you. It was not my intent for you to trip."
“Well they did. Trip me, I mean.”
“And if I showed you how to wear them, they would not,” said Caretaker.
Danny barely heard him.
Behind Caretaker, the sun was lining the ridgeline of a roof in honey.
It was atop one of the square buildings through the trees from yesterday, and, abruptly, Danny realized the path they were on led there.
Now that they were closer, it looked like a house.
Caretaker's house?
For a moment Danny was arrested by the thought of what might wait for him there. If he might get chucked into a big pot of stew because of some loophole he hadn't spotted. If Caretaker would turn him into bread, or whatever the nursery rhyme was.
"May I fix them?" asked Caretaker, and Danny remembered they were having a conversation.
"What's wrong with the way I put them on?" asked Danny in lieu of answering.
"A number of things," said Caretaker. "May I?" He knelt.
Danny didn't move, except to bite his lip. "Why can't I just fix this myself?"
"Because the knots require a certain skill to tie."
"I can't just use regular ones?"
"And," added Caretaker, "the folds you must make also require some measure of skill."
"You gave me clothes that are hard to wear?"
"Not by our standards. But for a human–yes."
"Why?"
Caretaker's face contorted again, too quickly there and gone to see properly, much less interpret. "A good question," he said. "You could say I had forgotten that you would not know."
"Why would I know? I'm not a fae."
"Do you recall me claiming otherwise? But there is a certain expectation which I did not account for. I apologize."
"You apologize? Does this mean I can get my clothes back?"
"It means what I have already offered–that I would be happy to show you how to wear them."
"That's a no, then." Danny sighed, and sat on one of the steps, out of the range of Caretaker’s hands. One of the legs of his pants had fallen enough that it covered a foot, and Danny frowned at it. That explained tripping, at least.
There was a rustle, and Caretaker arranged himself beside him in a flutter of cloth. Several minute arrangements of the folds later, he stilled.
Danny pointedly scooted a few more inches away from him.
"Becoming familiar with them today will aid you tomorrow," Caretaker offered, seemingly ignoring the slight.
"And what am I doing tomorrow?" asked Danny. "You never said last night. Actually, what am I doing today?"
"There is a forest path," said Caretaker. "We will be following it elsewhere."
"Where elsewhere?"
"As for today, I thought we might start with preparing food."
"Preparing–what?"
Caretaker didn't respond immediately, instead looking out at the trees. Dawn had reached their trunks, and when he followed Caretaker's gaze Danny could see scattered patches of golden light in the forest floor they guarded.
"What food?" Danny tried again.
Caretaker hummed. But it was only after the gold had crawled some distance further down the trunks that he spoke.
"Your mistrust confuses me," Caretaker said. "But I will attempt to accommodate it even so. Even food you make here will have consequences that food from the human world will not. But you will be able to take part in its making, and humans have a talent for thresholds."
He finally looked away from the forest edge and back to Danny. There was a slight frown creasing his face, but the deep lines that had etched it earlier were starting to fade in the morning light.
Danny waited for him to elaborate.
"I don't know what that means," he said after it became apparent that Caretaker would not.
"You don't?" Caretaker's frown deepened again. "Your parents are hunters. Did they not teach you this?"
"The only thing they told me about your food was not to eat it."
"But they did teach you of thresholds."
"Yeah," said Danny. Belatedly, he realized actually admitting that might not be the best idea. "Maybe," he amended.
If Caretaker thought anything of the correction, he did not voice it. His eyes returned to the light on the trees, and for a time the only thing between them was birdsong and the soft breeze of a summer morning.
Danny took the time to think.
Regardless of whether Caretaker's claims about being unable to lie were true, Danny's parents had been careful to teach him that there was more than one way to lie. Even if a fae couldn't lie with words, actions could deceive in other ways.
But…that meant he could do it, too, couldn't he? He could lie with his actions, and whatever weird thing Caretaker had with lying…
Maybe he wouldn't care. Maybe…maybe he wouldn't even know.
It couldn't be obvious.
But maybe it didn't have to be subtle, either. Whatever was going on with Caretaker, it was at least clear that he was dedicated to the appearance of caring about Danny. If Danny played into that, instead of fighting it…
Maybe he could pretend.
"If," Danny wet his lips. "I helped make food, what would it be?"
Just because he helped make it didn't mean he would have to eat it. He could throw it away. He could mess up and burn the food and pretend it was an accident.
All he had to do was play along.
Caretaker looked at him with an expression that was uncomfortably like relief. When he spoke his voice was soft and full of longing.
"Bread," he said. "I would have us make bread together. Syrups, from the flowers and fruits which will not bind you. There are petals that I have candied that would only give you a certain lightness in your step, and could be made to leave you with the moon's last light.
"We could make a pie, if you wished. The milk and the eggs of faerie are laden with enough memories and sense of home that you would be tied here, if we used them. But we could make do with other things. There are nuts, and grains, and the plants do not remember as the hares do. The trees can be convinced to give freely of their fruits, and there are a great many things in the garden. We could fold its meats into dumplings and steam them so that they would burst with sweet flavor on your tongue."
Caretaker's hand lifted in a fluttering, half-aborted motion.
"It is not much. I wish to give you more. So much more. There are heartier things, toothsome ones which could give you strength and cheer and surety. You would love them, I am sure. The cream–But it is light fare that meets your demands. And the work could be light together, and glad. And you could be reassured."
"Oh," said Danny, off balance again.
Caretaker wasn’t done.
"Or we could make rolls. I know how to make them as soft on the inside as cotton down, and we could have them with tea. Some of the blossoms in the garden are sweet. You've not had drink since yesterday, I know."
That was true.
"I've never had flower tea before," Danny said.
Caretaker tilted his head. "You could try it."
He didn't really want to.
"Can I have water?" Danny asked.
Caretaker brightened. "Yes." He stood in a single, fluid motion, and held his hand out for Danny to take.
He didn't want to. But if he were going to play at being cooperative, he probably should.
Danny reached up, and took it.
Caretaker's hands were still ungloved, still uncanny, more like too-large harvestmen than anything human. But his skin was dry and cool to Danny's touch, and his brass nails pressed lightly into the back of Danny's hand as he stood, and then Danny was up.
The trees across the meadow were almost fully lit, now, and the light had shifted from the molten orange of daybreak to a cooler yellow.
"There will be water in the kitchens," said Caretaker. "It is only a short distance more."
Danny nodded, lifted the cloth of his pant leg off the ground, and followed Caretaker in.
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aprocessionofthoughts · 6 months
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Ectoberhaunt 2023 Masterlist
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ao3
In the Forest a Darkness Creeps day 2- Botonamancy TW- major character death (kind of) summary- Sam just wants to connect with nature
To See and Not Understand day 3- white crow TW- Danny dies but we all know that summary- Danny has always been able to see them. He's just never known what they meant.
In the Lab day 4- zombie TW-body horror, medical stuff, Danny dies but not exactly how he does in the show summary- Danny's parents are there for the accident, and they'll do anything to make sure their son survives.
With No End in Sight day 5- hunt TW- violence, death of random characters, blood, death of major character, slight gore summary- Danny is tired of having to be the one to hold back
Want to Talk? day 6- tabletop TW- hyperventilating summary- Sam and Tucker have been friends for years. They've always been considered the weird ones, so it's no surprise when the try to talk to the dead.
There be Dragons day 9- dragons TW- nothing summary- Danny comes across a new island while exploring the zone.
To Seek Freedom day 10- occultism TW- mind control summary- The Justice League is trying everything they can to free Danny.
To Stop the Flow of Time day 11- dread TW- nothing summary- Clockwork is an old ghost and he'll keep the only person he cares about ale.
Ever Onwards day 12- obsession TW- manipulation summary- Clockwork will do anything to get what he wants.
Friday the 13th day 13- horror flick TW- none summary- As Team Phantom gathers to watch spooky movies, something strange happens.
Slightly Less Partial Explanations day 16- revenant fandom- DC crossover TW- none summary- Danny tries to explain
Fly Away day 17- blood TW- blood, gunshot wound summary- Danny gets shot and tries to run
Unraveling day 18-unravel TW- character undeath Summary- Sam tries to figure out what's happening
Ghostly Changes day 19- claws/horns TW- none summary- Danny's ghost form is changing
Dancing with Death day 20- dance macabre TW- none summary- It's time for the Halloween dance
Amity Cryptids day 21- past prompt (2021/treat/cryptid) TW- none summary- The Fentons have always been weird
Metropolis day 22-portal shenanigans fandom- DC crossover TW- none summary- Danny gets flung int the DCU and decides to become a villain
Exchange Students day 23- magic fandom- Harry Potter crossover TW- none summary- Harry, Hermione, and Ron visit the strangest wizarding school in America
Worry day 24- science fandom- dp x dc TW- none summary- Sam and Tucker have been trying desperately to locate Danny
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ectoberhaunt · 2 years
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About Ectoberhaunt 2023
Pumpkin spice and the smell of rotting leaves are in the air of Amity Park once again, and there have been a few strange happenings around the town. Weird notes popping up on post boards, in lockers, and in mailboxes... All over the place, really.
And after all the strange events last October, Amity Park feels peculiar waves pulsing throughout the town. Or at least those more sensitive to the supernatural energies are able to.
However, this time it seems that our beloved Phantom is taking a break from all the Order and Chaos of last year- leaving up for debate whether Science or Magic should rule the season.
Will you, dear reader, help our hosts solve their argument? Or will you find a way to enmesh the two?
Info Below Cut!
What is Ectoberhaunt/Ectober Month?
Ectober Month is an event similar to both Inktober and DannyMay! It’s a Danny Phantom fandom event during the month of October. Each day has a theme (or themes) selected for fans to create with. The event goes for three weeks with the final week of prompts created by the Ectober Week group. We do this to avoid overwhelming creators or overlapping the other event.
Why two themes?
We decided to do dual prompts each day for fun and variety. Not every prompt fits perfectly with the overall theme (example: ‘Trick vs Treat’) but, we try to do a varied event with as many fun and polarizing ideas we can think of!
How does this event work?
The calendar with our prompts will be posted early September. All you need to do is pick a prompt, create something, and tag it properly so we see it!
Posting for this event starts October 2nd!
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What are the posting guidelines?
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trinoxtrinox · 1 year
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A party to be remembered through the ages (Part 5)
Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Costume Party
Summary: Danny goes to collect his friends to their lairs before going to the party.
Author's note: Ok, I took my time with this one, but I wanted to have Dora, Frostbite and Pandora in the same place before starting the next part and it just kept going and going XD
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“Thank you for escorting me to the ball Sir Phantom.” Dora bowed before Danny, wearing some golden armor while having a spear in one hand and donning her hair in a pony tail set above her head, coming out of the holes of the helmet she’s currently wearing.
“No problem Dora, the least I could do since I invited you.” He replied while opening the door to the Specter Speeder beside himself, letting her go inside while watching over the guards that were accompanying her. “Don’t worry, I’ll watch over her.”
The guards accompanying Dora breathed out a sigh as relief flooded their bodies, knowing that Phantom would watch over their now queen was a relief since everyone knows how strong and responsible the young halfa can be, and there’s no way he would treat their ruler as anything less than family. “Thank you very much Sir Phantom, with this we’ll be reassured that she’ll be able to enjoy the ball to its full extent.”
“Well, I’ll be going off then, it won’t do for us to arrive late to the party.” And with that, Danny entered the Specter Speeder and closed the door, positioning himself behind the wheel as he took off towards his next destination.
“Why would we be late, Sir Phantom? I had the understanding that there is still plenty of time for the ball to begin.” Dora inquired while tilting her head and keeping her armor from clanging too much with each piece.
“There’s plenty of time yes, but considering how far my other plus 3 live, we actually only have about 30 minutes of free time before arriving at Johnny’s party, and knowing my luck we’ll end up going up against a ghost monster of some kind that’ll delay us.”
“Oh, I wasn’t aware you had such terrible luck Sir Phantom, nor that some of your friends’ lair resided so far away. Where, pray tell, are we going?”
“We’re going to the Far Frozen, and as it’s name implies, it resides very far away, so this will be a long ride that’s ahead of us. I came for you first since your place is in the other direction of everyone else.”
“I understand, then I shall propose some conversation topics to talk between us to pass the time and we won’t become bored.”
“Thanks for that Dora, traveling that far and so long can be boring most times if there’s nothing interesting to watch outside, and I’ve done this track enough times that there’s nothing new for me out there anymore.”
“Oh really? Would you mind telling me some of the views I should be expecting to witness then please?”
“No problem. First of all there’s the Carnivorous Canyon, which isn’t nearby, but it’s the most noticeable thing out there…” Danny began talking about the many places that there’s following the trek towards their objective, mentioning what they looked like, what their expected orbits are, the small things that surround them that work as preamble to reaching them, what kind of ghosts to expect when reaching those places, and many more things as well. The conversation was long enough that by the time they reached the edges of the Far Frozen, they barely managed to get halfway through all of the different vissages one could see, and which they’ve seen already. “We’re here, the Far Frozen. I don’t know how good you are with the cold, so you might want to stay inside of the Specter Speeder while I go outside to get Frostbite.”
“Thank you for the warning Sir Phantom, I’ll remain in here waiting for your return in that case.”
“Got it, see you in a bit.” And with that Danny stepped out of the Specter Speeder, closed the door without locking it, and floated towards the entrance of the Far Frozen, where one of the many yetis was waiting for him to arrive.
“Welcome Great One, Chief Frostbite has been eagerly waiting for today to come.”
“I’m glad he’s excited about today’s party, I wonder who he dressed up as.” A chuckle could be heard to his side as they walked through the tunnels towards the settlements of the Lair of the yetis. “...What was that laugh for?”
“You’ll see soon Great One, the trek is short after all.” His face returned to neutrality, but it was visible that the corner of his mouth was twitching a little and the yeti was doing his best to not look straight to Danny as well.
“Okay…?” Danny eyes closed a little, and he looked at the yeti accompanying him, trying to discover whatever it was keeping from him, but ended up shrugging and turning back ahead, shoulders relaxed and eyes lax, not caring anymore about his surroundings, which allowed him to miss the yeti next to him let his own shoulders down in relief, nd the both of them continued walking for a few minutes before finally arriving to the end of the tunnel, place where Frostbite was already waiting for him all dressed up already. “Oh Frostbite, whyyyyy…?”
Danny’s lament while he put his face on his hands was explained by way of Frostbite, chieftain of the yetis of the Far Frozen, having dressed up as Danny Phantom himself, white gloves and boots covering his feet and hands, and fur painted black all over the place except on the head, where it all remained white.
“Great One! Thank you for the invitation for the party, it is very much appreciated,” Frostbite’s smile couldn’t be bigger right now, especially after witnessing the flabbergasted expression that Danny was making right that instant, “What do you think of my costume?”
“Wha-Why-Frostbite! I’m not a historical figure!” Green was beginning to show on his face as Danny put his hands in the air.
“But of course you are Great One, you saved the Infinite Realms from the tyranny of Pariah Dark, you helped my people recover the Infinimap when it was stolen, you’ve managed to defeat three of the Ancients as well, you helped Pandora recover her box too… Should I continue?” The yeti asked once he noticed Danny’s face was completely green now as his eyes dilated a little and his head was hunched in between his shoulders.
“Please stop talking.” The halfa replied in a high pitch, causing the rest of the yetis present to start laughing, and his face to get even greener than before as well. “Can we go now!?”
“Yes yes, of course Great One,” the chieftain said his goodbyes to his people and, after everyone breathing after the laugh, gave the pair of disguised ghosts a hug before returning to their respective duties. The walk back to the Specter Speeder was a short one, however a swift conversation was had in that time. “I didn’t expect you to dress up as an Ancient Great One.”
“Ditto to you, but with me.”
“I’m sorry?”
“It means same, however not exactly, in this case because you dressed up as me instead.”
“Ah, I got it then. Following the lingo from the living realm isn’t an easy endeavor.”
“Yeah, I get that. If adults can get lost with teenagers then I can’t blame you for being an uber boomer.”
“A what now?”
“Don’t worry about it, the thing is I don’t expect you to understand all the memes I throw at you.”
“I understand, may I ask though, what inspired you to choose an ancient as a historical figure?”
“Well, I just vibe with his vibes and want to try those vibes for myself.”
“...The only thing I understood about that was the implication that you’ve met Clockwork before.”
“Yeah, I like the dude, they’re pretty neat even if they’re cryptic as fuck.”
“No wonder you were able to make such an accurate costume, Great One!” A smile was plastered on Frostbite's face as he patted him in the back with enough strength to push him towards the door of the Specter Speeder. Recovering his balance, Danny finally opened the door of the vehicle and went inside.
“Dora, I present you Frostbite, chieftain of the Far Frozen, who for some reason thought of dressing up as me.” That last bit was said in a low voice, and even though the princess wasn’t able to hear it completely, she was able to realize it’s meaning quick enough once the yeti entered the ship and showed himself in all of his glory, or at least as much as he could considering he had to remain hunched inside if he didn’t want to hit his head on the ceiling. “Frostbite, this is queen Dorothea of the Dragon Queendom.”
“Greetings queen Dorothea, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Frostbite said while making a slight bow, which might’ve looked a little ridiculous considering both his build and location, and the fact that Danny was hiding a smile behind his hand and shaking shoulders.
“The feeling is mutual chief Frostbite, I’m happy to make your acquaintance.” Replied Dora with a small bow of her own and a pantomime of widening a skirt as a greeting.
“Well, now that you’ve met, I’ll go to the driver seat and get us towards my last plus three before going to the party. I suggest you sit down Frostbite so that you don’t have to be hunched up all the time.” And with that Danny went to the front seat and turned up the motors, slowly lifting the Specter Speeder, turning it around, and finally leaving the Far Frozen behind the trio. Now there was only 1 ghost left to pick up, and it would be a faster flight than the one to pick up Frostbite, but still enough time would be left for everyone to have a good conversation in the traveling time.
“So, queen Dorothea, I couldn’t help but notice who you’re dressed up as.”
“I could say the same about you chieftain Frostbite.” A chuckle escaped her lips.
“Please don’t get him started on that, I’m embarrassed enough.” Danny squeaked from the cockpit, eliciting a laugh from both of his friends in the back.
“Well queen Dorothea, to answer your question, I think you’re aware of the Great One’s exploits throughout the Infinite Realms, it would be a lie to say he isn’t making history as we speak.”
“I can’t deny any of those claims myself, he was the usurper of the ghost king throne after all.”
“Ancients you guys are the worst.” Danny’s face has full on green now, and letting the ship go straight on it’s own, he buried his own face in his hands, drowning any noise coming from behind with his own groans, missing the few minutes where the conversation became interesting enough since both Dora and Frostbite were now discussing their own costumes in depth.
Eventually enough time passed and they were all approaching the Acropolis of Athens, where Pandora was waiting for Danny near the entrance of her own lair. Danny wasted no time, and the moment he left the Specter Speeder in park, he zipped outside and flew fast enough to tackle any normal ghost.
“Phantom!” The huge ghost opened her 4 arms and received the halfa in all of her arms in a hug.
“Pandora! How are you doing? Ready to go to a party and make it unforgettable?” Danny’s eyes were shining at that moment, and on closer inspection his freckles were doing so as well, moving slightly to mimic the constellations back on Earth.
“Of course, it shall be a celebration that will be remembered in the books of history!” Raising her hands and letting him go, Pandora cheered as she began floating towards the Specter Speeder, the 2 robes she wore fluttering through the ectoplasm in the realms, the first one with flames decorations littered all through it, while the second yellow one was tied around her waist as if it was a skirt. Instead of the helmet she usually wears, a closed round one was in its place, white in color and not really useful for protection considering how much free space it left inside it. She still wore the rest of her armor, Pandora would never leave without it, however this time it wasn’t a golden armor, but a bronze one.
“Hey! Don’t leave me behind!” Phantom soon followed behind her, arriving almost at the same time the two of them to the vehicle, which currently was too small for the gigantic figure that was the leader of the Acropolis of Athens. “I suppose your costume will shrink with you, right?”
“Of course little Phantom, no need to worry about me.” And she began shrinking down slowly and steadily, until her frame was small enough that she would be able to fit through the door with almost no space left to wiggle were she to pass through without ducking underneath the top of the door.
“Great, I’ll open the door for you and present you to the other 2 ghosts once we’re both inside.” He opened the Specter Speeder and, only after being halfway through the umbral remembered to turn back and ask something else, “by the way, the way to the party will be a long one, will you be fine being shrunk down all the while until then?”
“I’ll be fine, now go inside so you can begin the pleasantries and we can go to the party.” Pandora began pushing the halfa into the vehicle, impatient already for the travel to end so she could join the party.
“Alright alright, geez you're pushy.” Danny replied teasingly towards the ghost behind him, finally allowing both of them to reach the interior of the place and witness the other 2 ghosts staring at them, Frostbite hiding his chuckles behind his ice arm, which proves a moot point as it’s easy to see his mouth behind it. “Dora, Frostbite, this is Pandora, Leader of the Acropolis of Athens. Pandora, this are Queen Dorothea of the Dragon queendom and Frostbite, Chief of the Far Frozen. Hope you guys get along because I gotta man the Specter Speeder if we want to get there on time.”
“Pa-pa-pa-pa-” Dra stuttered while opening and closing her mouth like a fish, eliciting a laugh from her, thing that immediately snapped her back to attention and had her bowing down while lowering herself enough to almost kneel when extending the dress she wasn’t wearing, “-I-It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“No need for such formality young queen, we’re going to a party and I’m not acting as a leader after all.” Her laugh softened as she allowed the other ghost to relax a little bit.
“It’s good to see you again dear friend, though I have to say this was an unexpected way to find each other.” Frostbite came closer and extended one of his claws to her, which was reciprocated in kind.
“Likewise Frostbite, I suppose you haven’t gone rusty after all these years, have you?”
“You’ll have to see for yourself in the future.” Smiles and a silent promise was exchanged between the two of them.
“Um, can someone explain to me what’s going on?” Danny asked while tilting his head slightly, and Dora’s enthusiasm was the first thing to make itself noticeable as she turned around and began talking with fanfare.
“Sir Phantom, I wasn’t aware you were a friend with one of the Ancients, oh if I knew that I would’ve prepared something else as well. A gift would’ve been nice right now but it’s too late for that, favors are not something to be trifled with and considering courtesy is something to be expected there’s not much I can offer that won’t be seen as a ploy of some kind.”
“Wait a sec, time out everyone.” Danny put his hands out creating a T with the both of them, “You’re telling me that Pandora is an Ancient?”
“Not only Pandora.” Frostbite sat himself back in place, wonder clear in his voice.
“What are you talking about?” Suspicion was clear in his voice, and the way his eyes squinted made his emotions increasingly clear for everyone to see.
“Well, you did invite a friend of mine and fellow ancient as well little Phantom.”
“What!?” Both Danny and Dora screamed at that revelation for different reasons.
“I can’t believe I’ve been talking informally with an Ancient all this time.” The haunted look in her eyes and the hands on her head was all that was needed to be shown to demonstrate that the standing still queen was having a small panic attack.
“So you’re an Ancient, you’re an Ancient, I’m dressed up as an Ancient. Is there any other Ancient I know but don’t really know about!?” Hands in the air, Danny increased the volume of his voice with each ghost he pointed at, until by the end he eventually was screaming.
“Well, the Ancients are Ancient of Medicine and Care Frostbite, Ancient of Time Clockwork, Ancient of Safety Observant Marduk, Ancient of Life Undergrowth, Ancient of Weather Vortex, Ancient of Dreams Nocturne and Ancient of Hope, yours truly, Pandora.”
“You’re telling me… That during my 3 first years as a halfa… I managed to encounter EVERY SINGLE Ancient without knowing it?”
“You know all of them Sir phantom?” Dora’s eyes were shining when she said that, with what emotion behind them it was hard to say, but with the small gasp she took it could be safe to say that astonishment and surprise was between all those feelings.
“Apparently,” Danny sighed as he saw everyone’s eyes looking at him directly, as if asking for more information, and as such he gave it to them, “The first one I met was Clockwork, who was tasked by the Observants to stop a timeline where I caused the apocalypse by ‘taking care of me’, too bad they worded it all wrong and now he’s basically a grandpa to me; Marduk I met soon after in one of the visits I gave to Clocky, after which I met you Frostbite during the Infinimap fiasco. Undergrowth came the next week, and Vortex the one after, both of them I had to fight off since they attacked Amity Park; and about a month later I met you Pandora, getting your box back from Boxy wasn’t as easy as it should’ve been. And finally Nocturne sent the entirety of Amity Park to sleep for whatever reason I forgot already about.”
A small silence dominated the ship after that explanation, however that only lasted a few seconds before both of the Ancients present began laughing, the absurdity of Danny’s half life being too much for them to take seriously.
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bubblegumbeech · 5 months
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Trick or treat :3c
Treat!! I hope!!! I've got a WiP for the next chapter of PoT I can share~
I was originally writing it for Ectoberhaunt but uhhhh Well. Schtuff.
Pieces of Time Ch 7:
Danny let himself land, shifting quickly into his human form. It was easier, in the mortal world, to be human—his ghost form took ectoplasm to manifest, and it was just easier in the Ghost Zone for him to be a ghost since pretty much everything about the environment was catered to it.
So it felt nice, stretching his human arms and basking in the sun…
Except it felt…wrong. 
He’d definitely stumbled into someone’s Haunt, which was probably why he was back in the mortal realm. That was how it worked, Haunts were where the ghost died—the one that attacked him had probably died in the basement based on where he was coming from.
If Clockwork was here, Danny would have asked how he managed to connect his Haunt to the Zone. 
Shaking his head, Danny started looking around. He couldn’t quite place what was wrong exactly, but he’d also just gone through a whole thing in someone’s Haunt so it was probably tied to that? Either way, he needed to get back to the Zone and figure out what exactly he should do with this stupid medallion. 
Except the only way he knew to get to the Zone was his parent’s portal and…well. This Haunt was somehow connected, right?
Danny turned on his heel, steeled himself, and knocked on the door.
Nothing happened.
Frowning, Danny knocked again, louder this time. 
Still no answer. 
Was it another trap? Not that the last time he’d gotten stuck here was all that bad…it was mostly annoying. Well, other than the fact that apparently the ghost here had a plasma core, which Danny was never a fan of.
He deliberated for about another ten seconds before shoving his head through and looking around. The inside of the house looked different—other than the obvious way without the whole grid thing. It was a bit more worn, time settled gently over everything along with a fine layer of dust.
Nothing stood out, and the ghost wasn’t like, waiting in ambush behind the door, so Danny stepped fully through and called out, “Hello?”
His voice was swallowed pretty quickly and there was no answer calling back. 
Danny stepped in deeper, cautiously following the same path as before. This time he looked around for a basement entrance. He’d had luck finding ghosts in basements so far, so why try and fix something that wasn’t broken. 
Right?
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camels-pen · 1 year
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friendly advice
Ectoberhaunt day 24 - Past & Future
Summary: Dan gives Danny a little coded advice and spends time with his annoying siblings.
Ao3 Link
“‘Twas the night before Christmas and all sucked ass—”
“That’s not how it goes.”
“—Not a ghost was stirring, not even the shrimp.”
“You really shouldn’t antagonize him.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who asked me to tell you a story. If I knew it would come with all this micromanaging, I would’ve stayed home.”
Jazz lit up. “Aha! You do think of it as home! I knew—!”
Dan put a finger to her mouth, cutting her off. “Up-bup-bup, I’m telling a story here.”
Jazz batted his hand away. He let it fall back to his lap. “You’re not even starting it right.”
“I’m sorry, is this our storytelling time?”
“You started telling a Christmas story. We’re still in October.”
“Can you just shut up, sit down, and enjoy my beautiful deep voice?”
“Hmm, no.” 
“Fine, then go untie Bursting McBlood Vessel over there.” Dan jabbed a finger at Danny, who was sitting tied up and gagged in a chair a few feet away from him. “He’s been giving me death stares since we got here and it’s starting to get pathetic.”
As Jazz untied him, Danny grumbled about how he wasn’t even the shortest in the family and stupid evil future selves and their stupid evil future butts. 
“That didn’t even make sense, idiot.”
Ellie, from where she was floating on her stomach, face in her hands and kicking her feet, said, “And I’m not done growing yet. I’m gonna be way taller than you when I’m older.”
“Uh, no you won’t.”
“Uh, yeah I will.”
“Uh, no you won’t—”
“Hello?” Dan said. “Does no one respect the sanctity of storytelling time? Especially on the rare occasion when it’s me doing it?”
“No,” Danny said with a scowl.
“Too bad, so sad.” Ellie reached down and pinched Danny’s lips closed. “You already lost the sibling vote so shut it and suck it, Danny.”
Danny knocked her hands away and crossed his arms, grumbling, “Y’know, I liked the sibling vote more when it got Jazz to cover for us when we did fun shit. Now it’s just dumb.”
Dan huffed. “Look kid, this is for your benefit.”
Danny rolled his eyes, but kept quiet.
Dan weaved a tale about two siblings, how they grew and changed and shifted in various adventures in their hometown. The younger brother, too stubborn to treat his elder sister well, ended up never having the chance to make it up to her—to tell her how much he loved her and enjoyed her company and support—before she died in a terrible accident. Dan ended the story with the younger brother’s mournful cries at finding his sister’s body.
“That’s it? Boooo!” Ellie said, cupping her hands around her mouth. “You suck. Get off the stage.”
“C’mon, Ellie, it was nice,” Jazz said. “And we should be happy that Dan actually admitted to wanting to spend time with us for this.”
“AnD wE sHoUlD bE hApPy ThAt DaN—”
As Jazz tried to get Ellie to stop mocking her, Danny’s eyes met Dan’s. There was some understanding there, in his eyes. Some determination too. Good, maybe this version of himself would know how to appreciate what he has before he loses it.
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brothebro · 1 year
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Ectoberhaunt 22- Day 4: BOX
[warnings: none. Rating: T Jack Fenton centric, crack treated semi-seriously] [I’d like to thank Nitzan from the DP discord for this wonderful AU idea]
Way before the portal to the Ghost Zone started working, Jack Fenton had a minor hiccup while building it. He hadn’t felt it important to let Maddie know, after all, he was fine, thank you, and the hiccup itself hadn’t had any significant impact on the machine as well, so…
It took him far too long to realise that maybe, just maybe, getting zapped by the ecto-technological miracle and not checking it out had repercussions on his health. When he started to develop what he would later call ‘cool superpowers’ he was…
You guessed it! Ecstatic!
After all, having superpowers over gravity and density meant he was far more equipped than the average ghost hunter to catch those dreadful spooks (that no doubt would show themselves eventually with the portal running). But work was plenty, and plenty stressful so Jack forgot to let Mads know about them. 
He thought he told her, he really did! He swears!
Cut to now.
It’s just another work-filled day and Jack needs some time to unwind. He thinks he’ll just go zero-gravity with his powers, maybe get his transformed ⁠— and what an incredible day that was when he first transformed! ⁠— blue hands on a few boxes. Maybe play some harmless pranks on those punks loitering around Target’s parking lot. Perhaps that’ll teach them not to graffiti the GAVs of innocent people with fake swirly moustaches. 
Jack Fenton’s face is not made for facial hair, okay?
In any case, Jack goes out for a zero-gravity late evening walk, vowing internally to be back for Maddie’s no doubt delicious dinner⁠— God he loves his wife! An hour and a half is more than enough to have some fun and have some time to do some gadget-to-scrap-and-remake-into-ghost-weapons shopping.
Just as predicted he finds those very same delinquents hanging out drinking diet soda ⁠— what are those kids’ parents even teaching them?! ⁠— squatting at the side of the parking lot under an old tree that has seen better days. 
“BEWARE!” he shouts in his echoey voice and zero-gravitys a few empty boxes from the recycling bin to float menacingly around him. 
The teens startle and look at him with wide eyes. 
“THE BOX GHOST IS HERE TO REIGN DOOM WITH MY ARMY OF SQUARE CONTAINERS!” 
Oh, man this is going to be fun! He’s not really a ghost, could never be such an ectoplasmic scum of post-human consciousness but the kids don’t know that and he’s going to use that to teach them a lesson not to deface people’s things. 
Let’s just hope that that spook Phantom doesn’t show up to trap him in that soup thermos again… 
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ajitated · 1 year
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Escape by ajility
Ectoberhaunt, Days 8 and 10, Splatter (trick) and Doppelganger (treat)
Summary: The escape plan goes both better and worse than they expected it to. Better, because they're actually out, it worked... worse, because neither of them were supposed to get hurt in the process.
A clone oc fic featuring Fen (mine) and 31 (@13thcat's), because I couldn't not use "doppelganger" as an excuse to write clones (read on ao3)
Warnings: mentions of past torture, blood and blood loss, this is technically hurt/comfort but it might be skewed towards 'hurt'
(Originally posted: 12 October 2021)
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jadenoryuu · 1 year
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Domestic Phantoms Revival!
While my soul agonizes over finishing the first arc of my Invisobang and this year Ectoberhaunt prompts, here I'm going to repost the links of last year Ectoberhaunt Series!
(Every link will bring you to the Tumblr page with tags and I'll have tp split the list because there's a cap of 4k characters per post... (╥﹏╥))
Treat Rating G
Laugh Rating T
Cryptid Rating T
Goo Rating M
Ouija Board Rating G
Witching Hour Rating G
Abyss Rating G
Poison Rating G
Mask Rating T
Doppelganger Rating T
Maze Rating G
Scythe Rating G
Candlelight Rating T
Music Box Rating G
Curse and Blessing Rating T
Bloody Mary & Stingy Jack Rating T (+ Bonus Fic)
Found Footage Rating G
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 5 months
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Magician Reluctantly Summons Ghost King: What Happens Next Will Shock You!
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QUFAJpV by Shunters Bruce had been wary when Constantine suggested summoning a powerful Ghost King to deal with the seemingly unstoppable apocalyptic threat fast approaching Earth. He'd been even more so when both he and Captain Marvel appeared reluctant to actually go through with said summoning. He was expecting a terrifying god of death asking for their souls- or their lives- in return for saving their world. That was, decidedly, not what he got. --- (for Ectoberhaunt '23, day 23, magic 'magic') Words: 1466, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 18 of Combination tacobell & pizza hut (October '23 Challenges) Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: John Constantine, Captain Marvel, Bruce Wayne, Danny Fenton Relationships: Billy Batson & John Constantine, Billy Batson & John Constantine & Danny Fenton Additional Tags: Ectoberhaunt 2023 (Danny Phantom), Ectoberhaunt 2023 Magic (Danny Phantom), Summoning, Secrets, Secret Relationship, but of the familial kind, Brothers, Ghost King Danny Fenton, POV Outsider, POV Bruce Wayne, Crack Treated Seriously, i think it counts anyway? read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QUFAJpV
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Doppelganger
The age difference between Danny and Danielle in canon always confused me. Making them Chaos Twins is obviously superior. (/lh)
Bonus: Dash: “Why are your eyebrows-” Dani: “Juvie.”
(For my non native english speakers: Juvie/Juvy = Juvenile hall, Juvenile detention center, literal baby jail.)
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Ectober Month Day 25/ Ectober Week Day 1 - Boo
The beginning of the school year is always great.
Bonus;
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