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Phic Phight Phic #2!!!

Title: EctoBath

Word Count: 711

Prompt: Jack or Maddie walk in on Danny taking a bath in ectoplasm.

Prompter: @phantomphangphucker

You can read it on AO3 or down below the cut!

Danny entered the basement with the intent of just emptying the thermos before working on some homework. 

He was distracted when he noticed the vat.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever figure out how his parents were able to build such large things in such short amounts of time. He was just here yesterday and it was not there.

He stared at the vat a few seconds longer but decided to empty the thermos and then investigate. 

Once that was done he returned his attention to the vat.

He vaguely remembered his parents talking about some new project that used a special type of ectoplasm at dinner last night, but he stopped paying attention when he realized it was just a research thing and not a weapon.

Also he had been super hungry since he had missed lunch due to a ghost fight.

The only clue he had was that on the vat was a label that read “Experiment 257”.

He wondered if that number was right, but his parents did seem to make something new at least once a week, if not more, so he supposed they could be nearing 300.

He leaned a little closer to the vat and peered over the edge.

The first thing he noticed was that the color wasn’t quite as vibrant as he was used to seeing from ectoplasm. This batch also had a pleasant scent that he couldn’t quite place.

He had absolutely no idea what his parents could have done to make it like, but that but didn’t seem to be a bad thing.

Danny reached his hand onto the vat out of curiosity. If it looked and smelled differently, maybe it felt different too.

The texture was rather pleasant. Less slimy than normal ectoplasm and it reminded him of a nice warm bath.

Although it wasn't warm or purely liquid, so it was more like it had the vibes of a bath.

He was glad there was no one around he had to try and explain this to.

The next thing he knew he was chin deep in the vat, blissed out on the altered ectoplasm.

He didn't remember climbing in but he was so comfortable he didn't particularly care.

Or at least he didn't until his parents were suddenly in the basement too.

“Don’t worry Danny! I’ll save you!” His dad said before he scooped him out. He was dangled over the vat for a few seconds so the excess dripped off and it made him feel like a naughty kitten.

“Oh you poor thing.” His mom said as she came over to check on him after he got set back on the ground, “Did you see the ghost that dropped you in there?”

“No, it happened pretty fast.” Which wasn’t technically a lie. He didn’t see himself jump into the vat after all.

“Well let’s get you cleaned up,” his mom said as she started to guide him towards the safety shower. 

“Make sure to put your clothes in the hazard bin.” she added.

“Aw, what?!”

“You know the rules, no ectoplasm in the washing machine. Not after last time.” His mom chided, “Do you want me to get you something to change into?”

“I'll be fine.”

“Alright then.” She turned to Jack, “I think we should get a lid for that vat so this doesn't happen again.”

“Good idea Mads! I think there's a good piece of scrap in the shed that should fit!”

His parents went back the way they came and finally left Danny to his own devices.

He stood over the drain and focused his intangibility to drop all the ectoplasm, leaving him spotless.

He walked over to one of the cupboards and found a small container with a lid.

He got himself a generous scoop of the ectoplasm and sealed the lid. “I'm sure they won't miss a little bit.”

He turned invisible and flew back up to his room so he could change. 

He tossed his clothes in the back of his closet and figured he could wear them again in about a week when his parents would have promptly forgotten which outfit he had gotten covered in ectoplasm.

His sample was carefully tucked into the drawer of his bedside table. 

Just in case.

[pocoyitos]

THE SPLATOWEEN IS REAAAAAAL!!!!

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Team Ghost!

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oh no. a plantation burned to the ground. how sad.

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Every Team Ghost Trick plaza post ive made so far

If you see me at the plaza, make sure to stop by and say hi! (Also maybe send me a picture lol)

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TEAM GHOST IS TRICKING

Happy Splatoween!!!

( if any ghost trick fans are around I am currently hosting a pool during the splatfest the name is literally just Ghost Trick )

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You find yourself alone on dark splatoween night... care for an escort? Which ghoulish companion is your go-to this season? Fight for your fiendish friend this weekend!

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It took them forty-seven episodes, but Brooklynn and Ben FINALLY teamed up for a solo adventure to complete the pair-offs!

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Why Am I Like This?

4043 words, GrayGhost, written for @duchi-nesten's prompt for last year's phic phight that I never posted on here 😭. Welp, had to get it done before this year's phight. Enjoy!

“You know how there were rumors a while ago that I had a girlfriend?” he asked, and, Ancients, did his voice have to crack on that last word?

“No need to be so embarrassed, Danny-boy! We already know that you’re dating the Red Huntress!” his dad bellowed.

What.

“Yes,” his mom said curtly, “ we do.”

Or

Danny’s brain was short-circuiting.

How was he supposed to explain that he’s dating Valerie Gray, who was definitely not a vigilante ghost hunter, without giving away that he was definitely not a half-ghost vigilante ghost hunter, too?

He got a feeling that Clockwork was laughing at his pain.

Danny set his fork down carefully, grateful that tonight’s dinner wasn’t trying to kill him. He didn’t need that tonight, not when his plans were already going to be so stressful. 

“So,” he started, and immediately three pairs of eyes zeroed in on him. His parents were looking at him expectantly, like they’d just been waiting for him to speak up which was… not a good sign, but Jazz was giving him her encouraging-yet-I’ll-be-disappointed-if-you-don’t-do-it look, so he kinda had to follow through now. 

“You know how there were rumors a while ago that I had a girlfriend?” he asked, and, Ancients, did his voice have to crack on that last word? His parents were still waiting for him to get to the point.

“Yes, sweetie?” his mom prompted, her violet eyes shining with feigned nonchalance as she picked at her plate. At least she was pretending to be casual; his dad was openly staring at him again. He inwardly cringed, remembering the last time his dad thought he had a girlfriend.

He coughed and started rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, well,” Why did it have to be so embarrassing to tell your parents about your love life! “There’s this girl, you know. And she’s super kickass and fiery but also determined and loyal and compassionate? Uh, sorry, you already know her–”

Suddenly his dad clapped him on the back with enough force, ghost-enhanced physique or not, to nearly make him faceplant into his mashed potatoes. “No need to be so embarrassed, Danny-boy! We already know that you’re dating the Red Huntress!” his dad bellowed.

What.

“Yes,” his mom said curtly, “we do.”

Danny sent a look Jazz’s way that was more a cry for help than anything else, but she was just as bewildered. Their mom sighed. 

“After ghost fights,” she said, “Jack and I still hang around the area just to collect extra samples or run a few numbers while the ectoplasm’s still fresh. But we also see you there, sweetie, talking with the Red Huntress or even riding around with her on her board going who-knows-where.”

Danny’s brain was short-circuiting. He was half tempted to check if dinner had been contaminated with ectoplasm, after all. 

The reason he was hanging around with Val after ghost fights was because he had fought alongside her during the fight. And somehow, instead of figuring out his identity, his parents… figured out his love life? Sort of? He wanted to think it was a stroke of good luck, or - more likely - another case of his bad luck to be added to the file. How was he supposed to explain that he’s dating Valerie Gray, who was definitely not a vigilante ghost hunter, without giving away that he was definitely not a half-ghost vigilante ghost hunter, too? He got a feeling that Clockwork was laughing at his pain.

“What?” he says a bit too cheerfully, “No -pfft- come on, I’m not dating some masked ghost hunter! I was just there after ghost fights because, uh…”

His dad guffawed before slapping him on the back again. “You’re a riot, son! Maddie and I once saw you exit a janitor’s closet in your school after a fight with ol’ Red, the both of you looking pretty flustered.” The big man was waggling his eyebrows at Danny. 

Danny wanted to phase through his chair and into the floor.

“Of course, we all know that proximity to ghosts and ghost fights is very dangerous,” his mom was all business. “If that girl is putting you at risk, sweetie, we’re going to need to have a very long talk with her. And you’ll need more combat lessons!” she added cheerfully. “I know you’re afraid of the ghosts, but if this relationship is turning your interests toward them, then…!”

And that was when Jazz intervened. “Mom, Dad! You’re embarrassing him, look!” She went on, “This is not the kind of conversation that is conducive to a healthy psyche, especially not when the subject is so touchy among boys his age. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wants to leave the scenario you’ve created.”

He so owed her. “Yep! I’ll be going now, bye.” And if he used a little of his ghostly speed to get out of the dining room and up the stairs faster, no one would know. Except for Clockwork. 

Clockwork was definitely laughing at him.

–

Danny started eavesdropping, invisible outside his parents’ door, in time to hear his dad sigh loudly with relief. 

“I told you he couldn’t be dating Valerie, Maddie! The girl’s way out of his league!”

Danny had to hold back a scoff. Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad. 

“And the Red Huntress isn’t?” his mom challenged. 

Danny pouted. Et tu, Mom? (Aha! A Shakespeare reference. He was so going to actually get higher than a passing grade this semester.) He was so tempted to barge in and loudly declare that he was, in fact, dating both of those girls. That girl. He sighed. There’s the problem. 

“Even if she is his age - and so help me if she’s older - we’ve seen them meet up before and after ghost fights!” He could hear his mom’s light footsteps as she paced the length of the room. “What happens when ‘before’ or ‘after’ becomes ‘during’? You’ve seen how aggressive she is sometimes! She puts him in danger!”

Danny heard the creaking of a bed as his dad flopped down onto it with a sigh. “She’s probably swept him off his feet, too.” Okay, so maybe Val has rescued him a few times, even carried him bridal style once, but he’s saved her, too!

His dad continued, regardless of Danny’s wounded pride, “I know how hard it is to resist a force of a woman.” 

Danny’s thoughts came to a halt. What was with that tone…

He heard the shuffling of sheets. “Speaking from experience, are we?” his mom asked with a chuckle. 

“You’d know it, you were there,” his dad replied - and nope! That was about enough for Danny. He was glad his parents had a happy marriage but he did not need to hear how happy it was. 

He retreated to his room, head buzzing with the mess he and Val had gotten themselves into. 

Crud.

–

Danny had been trying for a week. 

He’d flunked his English paper (the assignment wasn’t about Caesar, go figure), and he’d been dodging Valerie all week. A few months ago, he would’ve meant dodging her blasts and hits, but now he meant trying to get out of hanging out with her or - Ancients forbid - having her come to his house. It also meant that by virtue of not wanting to make Valerie feel like she was being excluded, he couldn’t have Sam or Tucker over, either. He was starting to lose his mind all alone in the house. And no, he was not going to Jazz for help about it.

Look, it was an embarrassing problem, okay? His parents disapproved of the relationship they thought he had with the ghost-fighting alter ego of his girlfriend because they thought it was reckless and put him in danger. And they knew about it because they’d basically walked in on their more… private moments. Letting them actually meet with Red and lecturing her on how to properly protect him and save him like the damsel in distress they thought he was for being so afraid of ghosts this whole time was a total no-go - he’d never hear the end of from Val!

He was trying to figure out why this whole situation felt so familiar when Jazz walked in on him pacing the length of his room. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. “Can it. I don’t wanna hear it, Jazz.”

She pouted a little at that, then huffed. “If you’re not going to listen to my advice about healthy communication in all relationships in your life, just let me say that our parents are stubborn to a fault. If they latch onto an idea, they need solid proof to discount it.” She shot him A Look. “You know that better than anyone.”

She turned on her heel with a little ‘harrumph!’ and disappeared from his doorway, her orange hair swinging as she went. 

Danny sighed, and tried to get back into brainstorming convincing arguments against his parents. He’d tried to completely deny that anything had happened between him and the Red Huntress, claiming that in this freaky town, it could’ve been ghosts! (You know, the ol’ reliable). He’d told them that at most, the Red Huntress was just a friend. Then his dad started to ask him why he blushed whenever they brought it up and started to tease him and… he lost that argument pretty soon after. He went for a partial denial after that one. He wasn’t dating the Red Huntress, they’d just made out a couple of times. Sort of like a fakeout-makeout, even. That one made his parents angry. “Son,”  his dad had said with a distinct tone of fatherly disappointment, “I did not raise you to play with people’s feelings. If you’re not dating the Huntress, then–” “Just kidding! Haha, I meant that we weren’t dating at the time! Wait. I mean, we’re not dating!” Danny resisted the urge to put his head in his hands. That went well. He’d even considered outright telling them that he was dating Valerie and showing them proof, but he shut that idea down. What if they thought he was a two-timer (ugh.). What if they put two and two together for once and figured out that she was the Red Huntress? And he didn’t want to drag Valerie as proof over just to have her watch him either be very awkward with his parents or argue with them. Valerie had too much on her plate for her to be wasting her time in his family drama.

Wait, what was it that Jazz had said about ‘proof’? That his parents were stubborn and needed it to be convinced of something. Well, duh. They were scientists. Sure, though they had definitely dropped the idea a while ago, they used to be extremely biased against ghosts. They held onto the idea that all ghosts were evil so stubbornly that Danny was legit afraid to be around them in the beginning. At least they’d warmed up to Phantom lately. 

But what proof did his parents need? They actually had too much proof on their side, evidence that Danny couldn’t refute. 

Something green glinted in his peripheral vision, His head whipped around to look at it, and he found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror. In his stress, his eyes had turned that otherworldly green, a shade that seemed so out of place with his regular complexion and black hair. 

Oh, right. There was something else that his parents were being stubborn about. 

(Maybe it was related? Jazz could look into their family’s seemingly genetic stubbornness, but – she probably already has several papers on it.) 

He sighed. He didn’t need to convince his family that he was dating Valerie, not the Red Huntress (because, hey, they were right for once. Sort of. And he didn’t want to ask Val to fake-date him or something, it’d just be too complicated). He needed proof to convince them that dating her was not putting him at risk.

He ran a hand across his face, and in the reflection he could see that his eyes had smoothly transitioned from green back to blue. He sighed. He was going to need to ask his sister for advice on this one.

–

Danny waited until the last second to dodge a glowing green ghostly cube of doom, stepping nonchalantly to the side in midair and watching the Box Ghost’s frustrated reaction with smug satisfaction. But he’s not ignoring the guy just to mess with him. He was just focused on someone else.

“Red!” he hissed. Normally, he’d love to just watch her during combat, because in the fruitloop’s words, she really was good at this, but he needed to talk to her. They were flying higher than some of the buildings around, but his parents were directly beneath them and for all he knew, they’d made a Ghost-Whisper-Detector-Inator or something. 

“Oh, so now you wanna talk!” she replied, the distortion from her helmet making her voice sound more metallic and making her angry tone all the more sharp and unsettling. She grunted as she hefted one of her heavier canons onto her shoulder before taking a shot at the Box Ghost. Danny winced as the projectile hit its mark directly and the poor guy got launched a couple blocks down the road. The two of them sped toward where he’d crashed into a wall and blocked his exits, one of them on either side of him. It was way overkill and the Red Huntress was clearly fuming, but Danny couldn’t resist saying, “Guess you could say we boxed him in.”

He couldn’t tell if the groan that came from the Box Ghost was a result of his injuries or Danny’s pun. 

Red came closer, pressing a finger to his chest. “I’m about ready to box your hide–” 

Danny’s voice cracked as he interrupted her, “Yep! So, can we have this little lovers’ spat over there,” he pointed at a nearby rooftop that was just tall enough to give them some privacy from people on the street, “you know, where my parents won’t see?” He put his hands in the air as he floated away slowly, toward that rooftop. Behind him, he heard Red huff before the telltale humming of her board followed him there. 

As soon as they alighted on the roof, the Red Huntress stored her board away and took off her helmet. Valerie’s long, brown curls billowed in the wind and Danny tried not to stare. The whole Technus-enhanced suit she used to have was cool and all, but it was a little creepy, especially since Technus had been so… involved in their first relationship. He much preferred this suit, made by Tucker and the rest of the team using both Vladco and Fenton Works tech. She crossed her arms. “Start talking, Ghost-boy.”

Danny blinked. That took him back to the good ol’ days of when she was trying to kill him - was he sure Clockwork wasn’t messing with the timestream or something? 

“Right,” he started, “So, sorry for ghosting you this past week.” His eyes widened in alarm. “Pun not intended, pun not intended!” 

She just scoffed and muttered under her breath, “Yeah, right.” But some of the tension left her shoulders, and he could tell that she was holding back a smile. He took it as a sign to continue. He’d been trying to figure out the best way to explain the whole thing, but in the end he just said, “My parents think you and I are dating.”

She cocked an eyebrow at that. “And is that the problem?”

“Sort of.” He reached for her helmet. “You see, they think you,” he gestured to the red helmet in his hands, “are dating me,” he quickly transformed and gestured to his human self. “They think you’re putting me in danger,” he sighed, handing the helmet back to her.

Valerie took the helmet back and his words in slowly. Then she burst into laughter. “They think that I,” she said in between chuckles, “am putting Danny ‘Protector of Amity Park’ and ‘Heir to the Ghost Throne’ Phantom in danger?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny groaned. He knew it. He was never going to hear the end of this. She was going to tell the rest of the gang using the groupchat that he was definitely not a part of. 

“So that’s why they’ve been chasing me down all week, too,” she added, calming down.

“They’ve been what?” Danny felt a sudden wave of guilt wash over him. He’d been so caught up with trying to keep Valerie free from the stress that his family was causing him that he hadn’t even bothered to check in with her.

She shrugged. “Guess their shouts of ‘Something something my son!’ and ‘Stay away!’ make a lot more sense now. For a moment there, I thought they were tryna run me outta town.” She looked him in the eye. “Is that what it was like for you, y’know,” she said quietly, “before?”

Danny stepped closer to her, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorta.” He held her hands through her suit’s gloves and was happy to feel her give him a returning squeeze. “But that was before, and my parents have been harassing you all week. Are you okay?” “They’ve been harassing both of us all week and we just didn’t know it,” she chuckled. “What idiots. I just missed you, is all.”

He sighed. Jazz was right (Jazz was always right), if he’d just communicated with his relationships or something… “Sorry,” he said again. She just nodded. 

“So, what’s your plan?”

–

“You sure you’re okay with telling my parents?” “Oh, yeah, it’s totally fine.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not like you already revealed my secret identity to my dad and got me in a lot of trouble.”

“Hey!” he protested. “It was one time…” he added guiltily, rubbing the back of his neck.

She grinned and punched his arm playfully. “I know, I know. Not like I didn’t deserve it.” 

He frowned a little. That was true, but he still felt like the action had crossed a line. If anyone knew the importance of a secret identity, it would be him. He reached for her hand and she accepted the gesture, holding his hand as they walked to the edge of the roof. “True,” he said. “You used to be pretty morally Gray.”

“You are lucky I love you, Fenton.”

He stopped just short of being visible to those on the ground and gaped at her. She was shorter than him, but she stood tall with all her confidence and an expectant smirk. There was a challenge in her eyes, even if maybe the effect was kinda thrown off by the blush on her cheeks.

“I love you, too,” he said, and she rolled her eyes as if to say ‘duh.’ “And I love that you won’t whoop my ass in front of my parents? Unless, uh, you wanna show me all fifty shades–”

Valerie pressed a quick kiss to his lips before he could finish that sentence. “I love you, but that won’t help you if I hear the end of that sentence.” Helmet back on, she pulled him by the scruff of his shirt and yanked him onto her board before launching them both off the edge toward his parents. 

“There she is, Maddie! And Danny-boy’s here, too?”

“Red Huntress! Be careful with my son!”

Red guided the board smoothly over until they arrived in front of his parents. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” his mom greeted him as soon as he and Valerie stepped onto the street, “we already dealt with the Box Ghost that Phantom just left for us.”

“Now, Maddie,” his dad interjected. “The Box Ghost is small fry! Phantom trusts us with that kind of thing.” “I suppose you’re right,” she conceded with a sigh. And– Danny knew that this truce was the longest one that had ever lasted between Phantom and his parents, and he knew that Jazz had beaten the anti-ghost bias out of them a long time ago, but hearing the way they were so quick to defend and accept his alter ego now was still jarring. In all this time, even if he didn’t realize it, he was already a lot more relaxed about his identity, not caring if he let something suspicious slip or sometimes even being careless on purpose. It’s just that his parents were too stubborn to see it.

“Speaking of the Ghost-boy,” his dad continued, “where’d he go?”

“We’ll deal with that in a sec,” Danny dismissed easily. He gestured to the Huntress behind him. She stepped forward as confident as ever, her hand outstretched for a handshake. “Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend, the Red Huntress.” He watched as his mom accepted the gesture easily, though somewhat stiffly, while his dad’s handshake threatened to pull Red off her feet. “But you also know her from somewhere else.”

On cue, his girlfriend took off her helmet, and Danny continued despite his parents’ shocked gasps, “Val, these are my parents.”

His dad was the first to speak up. “Damon’s girl?” He chuckled with delight. “I knew you were out of Danny’s league!”

“Hey!” he started, but Valerie spoke up for him instead. “If anything, Mr. Fenton, your son’s too good for me,” she said, looking back at him with big, green eyes. He shook his head at her, and put a hand on her shoulder. 

“You can call him, Jack, dear,” his mom said. She’d taken off her hood and goggles and she was smiling softly at the two of them. “And I’m Maddie. It’s nice to really meet you.”

Danny and Valerie smiled at each other. “It’s good that I can tie a face that I trust to your girlfriend, Danny,” his mom said. “But! That doesn’t mean that she can take you around with her to ghost fights if we don’t set some ground rules first.” The older woman turned to Valerie. “I know you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, but poor Danny’s been afraid of his own shadow since the ghost portal went up, you see.” Danny’s dad nodded. “Gotta make sure our boy is looked after!”

“Actually,” Danny butt in, “I can take care of myself.” His parents went quiet and looked at each other. His heart was pounding.

“It’s good to be confident, Danno! But–”

“No ‘buts’, Dad. I haven’t been completely honest with you guys, and it’s not fair to ask Val to reveal her identity when my reveal is way overdue.” He looked down at the street, missing  the way his mother’s hand traveled to her mouth and his dad’s jaw was set with knowing determination. Valerie’s hand found his and squeezed it reassuringly. He took a deep breath. 

The rings of his transformation glided smoothly over his form. When he opened his eyes to look at his parents, he tensed for just a moment as his vision was filled with the sight of the two of them barrelling toward him. But then they both crushed him in a hug, and all the tension left his shoulders. Even Val was squished in here with him and he laughed wetly. “I guess you guys finally caught the Ghost-boy, huh? Guess you weren’t ex-specter that one!” Then everyone groaned. 

After a while, they all pulled away. 

“Don’t think we won’t be having talks about all of,” his mom gestured vaguely to him, then to themselves, “this.”

“Oh, sonny, there’ll be a lot of talking to do.” The man looked to his wife. “And I’m going to have to edit the ‘birds and the bees’ spiel a bit, eh? We gotta take into account all your ghostly biology, after all!” 

“My ghostly…” Danny turned as green as ectoplasm. Val was as red as her suit.

“Dad!” he whined, making his parents chuckle. 

It wasn’t perfect, but, eh. They’d figure it out.

–

“So, how did you end up thinking that Danny was dating the Red Huntress?” Valerie asked, and Danny choked on his mom’s mac and cheese. He glared at Jazz from across the table, and she tried her best to stifle a laugh. 

“Well…” his mom started, looking at her husband with a knowing smirk on her face. 

“Mom!” he said, accidentally flashing his eyes green. 

“No ghost powers at the table, sweetie,” she replied without missing a beat. He huffed and sat back in his seat. He met Valerie’s eye and she had one eyebrow up in an expression that felt like she thought she should be amused, but she didn’t know why yet. Oh, she was going to regret that fast.

His dad picked up the story, “You know the janitor’s closet on the third floor of Casper High?”

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Phic Phight Phic #4!!!!!

Title: Witness

Prompt: Someone finds the lab security footage from the day of the accident

Prompter: @kinglazrus

Word Count: 1,831

You can read it on AO3 or down below the cut!

The camera was set in the upper corner of the far wall so it could see who came in and out of the lab along most of the lab.

The Fenton's hadn't purchased or made any way for the camera to move from its perch so the view was always steady. 

The camera wasn't so much a security feature as it was another way for the scientists to keep track of their work.

As such, it wasn’t on 24/7, it was only activated when Maddie Fenton turned it on as part of her daily work tasks.

When Danny had his Accident, the camera was the last thing on anyone's mind.

Even if they had thought about it, they would have assumed it was off during the incident as the parents hadn't been in the lab for several days.

This was the wrong assumption. 

In fact, the camera had been on since the grand reveal of the portal. Quickly forgotten with the overwhelming disappointment of the initial portal’s failure.

So the camera kept on watching. Kept recording.

Ever vigilant. 

Ever since.

It's not until several months later that anyone realized that was true.

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Maddie entered the lab and went to turn on the camera before they started their newest project. It was a big one and she wanted to make sure the entire process was recorded.

Only when she went to turn it on, she found it already was.

“That’s odd.” She said to herself.

“What’s odd, Mads?” Her husband asked from the work bench.

“It’s just the camera is already on. Do you remember when we last used this?”

“Uh,” Jack hesitated, “Not sure. It's been awhile I think.”

“We used it for something after we finished the portal right?” Maddie asked despite the sinking feeling in her chest.

Jack thought for a moment, “honestly I can't recall.”

“I can't think of anything either.”

“You don't think it's been on that whole time do you?”

“I don't know.” Maddie said with a frown.

She did not like not knowing.

“Only one way to find out!” Jack said with a grin as he walked over to the computer. 

She smiled and followed him. She was so glad he was here for this. His optimism was always refreshing. 

They each pulled up a chair and took a seat.

Jack took the mouse and wiggled it around but looked a tad lost. “Where do we keep the files on this thing again?”

“May I?” Maddie asked with her hand hovering over Jack’s.

He gladly scooted his rolling chair to the side and she slid into place. A few clicks later and she had the video files ready to go. 

There were a lot of files.

Which, she supposed, was better than one huge multi-day long one, but it was still a little overwhelming.

She scrolled through the files and watched as the dates went backwards in time closer and closer to the day they revealed the portal.

There it was.

The day they did it. The day they failed.

And every video after, showing everything else they’d worked on until today.

“This is so much footage.”

“Should we keep it all?”

“We can’t just delete it. Not without making sure there isn’t something useful first.”

“But Mads, this would take forever to watch.” Jack already sounded bored at the idea of just sitting and waiting for something to happen.

“Well we don’t have to do it all right now.” Maddie went to close the program but hesitated when she heard the basement door open.

“I’m home!” Danny called down the stairs.

“Hi sweetie! Is Jazz tutoring today?”

“Yeah, think so.”

“Okay, see you at dinner.”

“Don’t forget your homework!” Jack added helpfully.

“I will. Or I mean, I won’t forget, but I’ll do it.” Danny said before closing the door and leaving them to their work.

The door clicked shut and inspiration stuck.

“We never checked! We had the answer right here and we never even looked? Jack, do you know what this means?”

Her husband stared at her for a second looking completely lost. “No?”

“Remember Danny was the one that got the portal to work. We tried to ask him, but he’s just a kid. He didn’t know what he was doing so of course he couldn’t explain it.”

“But we can just watch how he did!” Jack said as he caught on to what she was talking about and grabbing a nearby notepad and pen. 

“Exactly!” she said clicking the first video after their failure.

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The first several minutes of footage was of an empty lab and a non-functioning portal.

Maddie skipped ahead until she saw her son walk into frame, but then went back a bit to catch what he was saying before he walked into view.

“So here’s the lab.” Danny introduced as he came down the stairs, “try not to touch anything, okay?”

He hopped down from the second to last step, stumbled a bit, but then righted himself before he actually fell.

“Smooth landing.” Tucker joked as he entered the lab behind him.

Danny stuck his tongue out at his friend. “I didn’t fall though so it still counts.”

“Amateurs.” Sam scoffed before jumping from the third to last step and landing flawlessly.

“See, that’s a landing.”

“I don’t come down here that often.” Danny complained.

“And I’ve literally never been here.” Sam countered.

“Oh yeah.”

“Plus I’m wearing combat boots, so that up’s the difficulty.” She preened.

“She’s got a point man.”

“Who’s side are you on?” Danny wined.

“The correct one, obviously.” Sam teased.

Tucker simply shrugged, “I call it like I see it.”

Danny sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, “Anyway! Here’s the lab where my parents make their stuff.”

The teens looked around in awe.

“So does any of this stuff work?” Sam asked as she picked up a half assembled circuit board. 

“Well most of this stuff is supposed to only work on ghosts so it's not gonna do anything unless a ghost shows up.” Danny said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“So what’s in that room?”

“That’s not a room, that's the portal.”

“That’s the portal?!” 

“It's huge!”

Both Sam and Tucker started to walk towards the portal and it looked like they were about to step inside before Danny stopped them.

“Wait! You can't go in there!”

The pair stopped.

“Why not?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, you said it didn't work.”

“Well yeah, but it's still a big machine. You got to wear protection.”

“That’s what she said.” Tucker joked automatically. 

Both Sam and Danny rolled their eyes and sighed.

“Hey man, you can't say something like that and not expect it.”

“You're disgusting.” Sam scoffed in annoyance. 

“It's just a joke, lighten up.”

“Don't tell me to lighten up!”

“Guys!” Danny interrupted before they really went at it.

“Well if we can't go in, you should.” Sam said.

“Me?”

“Unless you got enough suits for all of us?” 

Danny hesitated before heading over to the storage closet where the spare jumpsuits were kept.

The trio all started trying to see if anyone could fit into the suits. They laughed when they realized all three of them could fit into Jack’s spare.

“Wait, what's this white one?” Tucker asked pulling out the smallest jumpsuit.

“Oh, that's mine.”

“You had one the whole time?” Sam asked incredulously. 

“I forgot.”

“Well better suit up.” Sam said, taking the suit from Tucker and shoving it at Danny.

“You sure you don't wanna wear it? I don’t mind.”

“No, no, it's your suit I insist. Besides, I have to take pictures.” she said before she pulled her camera out of her bag.

Danny looked into the portal for a moment before giving a quick decisive nod. “ Alright, but only a few pictures and you can't show anyone else okay?”

“My lips are sealed,” she mimed zipping her lips shut.

Danny took the jumpsuit and went into the laundry room to change.

Once he was back his friends took a bunch of pictures of different parts of lab, most of the portal and it’s controls. Several pictures had Danny posing with exaggerated gestures.

Then he stood in front of the portal.

“Well go on! Get closer.” Sam urged.

“Yeah, you got the suit on, might as well go in.” Tucker added.

Danny slowly walked into the portal. 

“It’s really dark in here,” he commented as he gently placed his left hand against the wall to keep himself steady.

He took a few more steps inside, he was about half way into the machine when he stopped dead.

There was a blinding white flash that washed out the entire room.

A crash like thunder followed by a terrible gut wrenching scream.

The portal filled with the familiar toxic green of ectoplasm and everything went quiet.

The two teens left in the room stood frozen in front of the now active portal.

Sam took a hesitant step forward, “Danny?”

A gloved hand slowly appeared reaching out of the portal followed by an arm and then the rest of the person. 

It was hard to see them with the way the portal’s light was so much brighter than everything else. It wasn’t easy to make out details on who exactly was walking out of the portal.

Sam rushed forward, “Danny!”

The boy from the portal stumbled and Sam tried to catch him.

She would have been successful if she hadn't been trying to catch a ghost.

Tucker came a little closer but kept his distance. “Are you sure that's Danny?”

“Who else would it be?”

The ghost, who might be Danny, sat up with a groan, “what happened?”

He looked to the portal and jumped, literally by a few inches, into the air.

“It’s on! I did it?” He spun around to face the two with a confused smile.

“That’s not all you did, man.” Tucker said a with wince.

Sam elbowed him.

The ghost tilted his head in confusion, seemingly unaware that it was floating.

Sam sighed with resignation, “you might want to look in a mirror.”

The ghost walked, despite his feet not even touching the ground, to the nearest mirror. Inside the door of the jumpsuit storage was a mirror.

The ghost was horrified by what it saw.

In denial.

It claimed it couldn’t be a ghost.

But not because it didn’t believed it had died.

“I can’t be a ghost, my parents will kill me!”

Sam and Tucker tried their best to calm the ghost down.

“Just close your eyes and breathe.” 

After a moment of clam, they were all surprised when the ghost was enveloped by a bright flash of light.

When it faded Danny Fenton was standing where the ghost had just been.

After a brief moment of joy, he promptly passed out.

The video ends.

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Jack and Maddie stare at the screen in silence.

They finally knew just how much it cost to get their life’s work operational.

[dat1angel]

In honor of Team Ghost winning Splatfest, here's all the Danny Phantom art I found during the event.

I would love to credit the artists who made these so if you know who they are please let me know!

[reading-wanderer]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64380784

Happy Phic Phight, here’s my first fic

Summary: Maddie takes a quiet moment to look at Vlad’s scars.

Prompt: Romantic or Platonic College Trio (Jack/Maddie/Vlad) featuring Vlad having hundreds of little ecto-acne death scars all of his body. Fluff or angst are both totally acceptable interpretations of this prompt. Go wild.

[ika-archieves]

i barely do these but did some art for splatoween >:3 tag me if u see this anywhere

[dragonshoardofworks]

The Future is set in your Dreams (2/?)

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Danny Fenton & Dan Phantom, Danny Fenton & Nocturn (Danny Phantom) Characters: Danny Fenton, Dan Phantom, Nocturn (Danny Phantom), Sam Manson, Tucker Foley

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Post-Graphic Novel: A Glitch in Time (Danny Phantom), Canon Compliant, but at the same time, Timeline What Timeline, the order of the episodes pre-TUE is wacky, I shifted them around as I needed, Mentor Nocturne, Dan's Split Human Half, Void!Danny, Past Suicidal Thoughts, mention of depression, Phic Phight: Team Ghost (Danny Phantom), Bridge between Words Danny, Bonding with your ex-Nemesis, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings

Summary:

After Clockwork managed to fix the timeline, everything had been about giving (and getting) second chances. However, Danny and Dan(te) aren't the only iteration of the same boy who deserve one.

Because while the Observants may have forgotten or dismissed him, the Ancient of Dreams had become fond of the leftover boy abandoned in a crumbling timeline. ...And he wouldn't allow him to fade away, whatever the cost.

«As to Dream is to Create and those who dream will Realities into Being. The First Dream of a being determines who they are, while they also keep me existing as their patron.» He gestured to his sparkling body. «Each of these stars is a First Dream and I’m guarding their memory from fading away. [...] You’re underestimating the sheer power it possesses.» Nocturne replied, patient. «While it does not hold the almighty magnitude of an infinite dimension opening onto you, I concede that to you, that doesn’t mean a First Dream hasn’t the potential to create a Halfa… Or mend one, with time.»

@dp-marvel94 @gamma-radio-dp @ventisettestars (and Calypso_is_here who doesn't have a Tumblr blog), last minute, but I got your prompts in time!

Dan was a blast to write, hopefully I did him justice and y'all like him...

(๑ゝڡ●๑)

[stellarmooni]

Getting ready to join in Team Ghost for this month's splatfest!

Heres Kamila, Yoms and Lynne playing some splatoon together and getting ready for the splatoween splatfest. It cant be Ghost Trick without ghosts, right? It'll just be Trick Anyways GO TEAM GHOSTS!!