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[brehaaorgana]

ADHD money/budgeting system I'm currently using for my benefit is going well (I've been using it for like half a year now?), and I wanna recommend it.

You Need a Budget is EXCELLENT. 10/10 do recommend. Uhhh rambling about it and my generic disclaimers + gushing extensively under the cut but TL;DR I think it's great for ADHD ppl, I've used it for 6+ months now and I find it super SUPER helpful. also weirdly fun.

DISCLAIMERS:

Budgeting helps you understand/know your money, it can't make money appear where there is none.

Everyone should learn to budget even if you don't have much money (especially then)

This is NOT a magic trick solution. Just like everything else, it is an assistive tool. This is one of those adult things we can't simply opt out of without negative consequences, though.

My advice is based on something I am currently able to do. That is, I can spend an amount of money on this specific thing that works well for me. If you have no extra money to spend then previously I was tracking things in a notebook. So you can still do this.

I believe Dave Ramsey is a fundie fraud/hack and no one should listen to him about money.

DID YOU KNOW THEY CANCELLED MINT???

Okay? OKAY.

Ahem.

You Need a Budget is EXCELLENT.

It is called YNAB for short. The first 34 days are your free trial, and that is my referral link. If anyone uses it and then signs up for a subscription, we both get a month free. Also you can share a subscription with up to six people (account owner can see everything but individuals can pick and choose what they share amongst each other) so like...idk your whole polycule can be on one account. Or your kids. Whatever.

If you are a student, it's free for a year. If you aren't, a subscription is $99 for a year (paid all at once) or $14.99 monthly, which is equivalent to paying Amazon prime. Go cancel Prime and get this instead tbh.

They got a whole article just on ynab and ADHD. They also have like...a big variety of ways to access their info? They have a book, podcast episodes, YouTube videos, blog posts, q&A's, free live workshops you can join (you can request live captioning), emails they can send (if you want) a wiki, and so on. They got workshops on all kinds of topics!!

So whatever ends up working for your brain. It also has a matching app.

If you lost Mint this year they have a gajillion things for moving from Mint.

Also they have a "got five minutes?" Page which has a slider so you can decide how much attention/time you have before going on lol:

They only have 4 rules of the budget, they're simple and practical, and it doesn't get judgey or like...mean about your spending.

1. Give every dollar a job 2. Embrace your true expenses 3. Roll with the punches 4. Age your money.

THEN THEY BREAK THESE DOWN INTO SMALL STEPS FOR YOU! They even have a printable! Also these rules are great because there's built in expectations that things WILL HAPPEN and it's NOT all or nothing with a fear of total collapse into failure. Reality and The Plan don't always align, especially if you have ADHD. So it's directing our energy towards the true expenses and not clinging to The Plan!! over reality.

You can automate a lot of shit (you can sync with your bank accounts just like mint, but also automate tagging the categories of regular expenses/transactions). And if for whatever reason you accidentally do something that makes the budget look weird or wrong:

A) you can usually fix it somehow OR b) they have like, a button you can press that gives you a clean slate and archives the previous version of the budget for you.

So if you forget for a few weeks or months, or accidentally input something wildly wrong, or just don't want to look at a really terrible month anymore and feel like you need a fresh start you can usually either fix it or start fresh which is really nice.

The app also (for whatever reason) scratches my itch to have things like...have incentives or little game-like goals in a way mint never did? I don't know why. Filling up the bars or putting money into the categories to cover my expenses is satisfying lmao. You can also make a big wish expense category for all the fun shit you want, and fund it whenever you can and then you can see the little bar go up and that's fun.

Anyways I've been using it for like 6+ months now and I think it's really helped me when I use it.

[edenfenixblogs]

This is just terminology but regarding asking goyim to ID ourselves as such, may I ask if there's a specific reason you prefer that phrasing? Asking because I've previously heard that hearing someone self-describe as goyische can be a bit jarring due to Connotations from white supremacists "reclaiming" the term (scarequotes bc that's obviously not how reclamation works) so I'm wondering if you have an alternate perspective I should be taking into account or if it's just like, personal preference/not that deep.

Ah! @faggotry-enjoyer, My friend! I did not see this message from you until today! My deepest apologies!

I didn’t mean that every goy had to specifically call themselves goy. I’m just descended from Hungarian, Russian, French, and Mongolian Yiddish speakers and that’s more familiar a term to me than “gentiles.”

Personally, I’ve always found “gentiles” a little awkward as a term anyway. As I’ve stated repeatedly, goy is a fully neutral word with no positive or negative connotations. But the word “gentile” seems to have a weirdly positive connotation that I find off-putting. It seems far too close to the word “gentility” for me.

It feels like “gentile” is a person of “the gentility,” thus inherently socially, behaviorally, and aesthetically superior to non-gentiles (aka Jews). Perhaps this is just because of my relationship to Hebrew (and its use of root constructions that convey connotations in the base structure of the word) that this seems to be a term that is inherently critical of Jews in a pretty blatant way. But it always seems just…idk. Uncomfortable for me to use I guess. It feels like I’m putting myself down to elevate someone else and acknowledging their inherent superiority over me.

That said, I am in no way suggesting that this is how all Jews relate to this word. I have studied Hebrew since I was very young (I’m not a fluent speaker anymore, but I was once), and I’m a writer and love words and etymologies. It is extremely likely that I am thinking more about this than someone else would or does.

So, I say goy because it is the most neutral to me. It doesn’t convey that I’m better than a goy or that a goy is better than me.

When I said “goyim identify yourself as such,” I meant more generally, “if you’re not Jewish, please indicate that in your reblog or tags when reblogging from a Jewish person.”

And to anyone who is new to my blog, the reason I asked goyim to do this is because Jews feel very alone and hated right now and a very easy way to help us feel better is to just let us know that someone outside of our community sees and hears us. It so very often feels like we are shouting from inside a soundproof room and we can only hear and be heard by each other.

There are so very few Jews left in the world. It is simply impossible for us to survive if we advocate for ourselves alone. We need goyische voices alongside our own if we hope to be heard at all amongst those who outnumber us.

One thing about Jewish culture though, we all disagree a lot about a lot of things. Someone probably does find it offensive to self-label as a goy. Someone else probably finds it offensive to reject the idea of self-labeling as a goy.

However, by and large, I think most Jews won’t be concerned that you’re appropriating our language and culture if you are using our language to identify yourself as someone who supports our culture. Yiddish isn’t a religious language, but a cultural one. While Judaism is a closed-practice religion, Yiddish is the language of our culture in exile. It is the language we used while existing in a goyische world that was and remains hostile toward Jews.

I think, personally, that if you’re not using our language to demean us, it’s not off limits. Like, call yourself a goy! You are one! It’s not a bad thing! But, like, don’t call Jews you disagree with schmucks or something like that. And, obviously, if someone is antisemitic then I do not want them using Yiddish at all.

If someone wants to condemn our culture, then I loathe the idea of them picking out the parts they can use for their own purposes. If you reject an entire culture, you do not get access to the parts of that culture you like, imho.

So, I guess (in answer to your question) it is personal preference but is also that deep. Jewish culture is old, deep, and complex. I'd never speak for other Jews, and I'm sure plenty disagree with me on this. But I have personally never heard of a Jewish person offended that a goy calls themselves a goy. Personally, I find it endearing.

[its-a-me-asmi]

*clears throat* (I typed throats by accident, let the record show that I have only one throat) (*little red riding hood wolf voice* all the better to deepthroat you with, my dear Crowley)

Good Omens fandom and maggots and those who are both, we have converted many to our cult fandom of this wonderful show. I should probably state here that I am on the shady sideblog of @weirdly-specific-but-ok, my main blog. Uh. Yes. Hi.

As Mascot of the fandom, I would like to congratulate you all on your efforts towards this worthy cause, and cheers to everyone who finds a post with a new good omens fan/someone who hasn't watched the show and instantly tags me so I can destroy the OP's sanity. Wahoo!

Now, one fan of this show, however, is in a certain river of Egypt. Who is this fan in denial? Well, many of you maggots know and love @random-doctor-on-the-internet, Ash, for those who've seen them on the server.

Now Ash here has made several beautiful fanarts of Crowley, quotes Good Omens more than I do, wears three lovely Good Omens pins, has a corner of their wall devoted to Good Omens, has engaged in many discussions of Good Omens, is a fan of Neil's work, and married the Good Omens Mascot (yours truly) ten times.

AND YET: THEY INSIST THEY ARE NOT A GOOD OMENS FAN.

They said they would admit to being a fan if I made a public apology for calling them Aziraphale-coded, when they believe they are more Beelzebub coded or Anathema coded.

Let the record state that I am doing no such thing. What I am pointing out is the fact that they agreed, essentially, that they are a good omens fan, the only thing keeping them from admitting it is whether or not I make the apology.

I'm simply presenting the facts to you, the People, about Ash's affair with Good Omens. Now. Is Ash a Good Omens fan?

@arkytiorlecter @howmanyholesinswisscheese @queermarzipan what do we think?

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Please release the Carlisle cut. (Aka the meta on his gift)

@therealvinelle, I give up on you.

For a version presented by Aro to a disbelieving Carlisle, see Aro's rambly speech from chapter 7 of Nebuchadnezzar's Dream by @therealvinelle

Canon

Per canon, Carlisle's not gifted.

Gifts are extremely rare and the Cullen coven already is extremely gifted for a variety of reasons (namely Jasper and Alice showing up because Alice was drawn specifically to the Cullens)

You have Edward, Alice, and Jasper. Bella being gifted herself is very unusual to the point that Edward thinks he's broken before he finally accepts that Bella herself may have a gift.

There's no blatantly obvious implication that Carlisle is gifted, no offhand mention like even Siobhan's probably gift that's mildly terrifying, and Edward who is our expert on vampires and Cullens never brings anything up.

Carlilse just gets his "goodness" amplified the way Rosalie gets her "pigheadedness"/"beauty" amplified (per Edward, but let's just go along with it here).

The trouble is, if you look at this series entirely too deeply (which this blog does) then there's a lot of things that don't add up.

The Dots Just Aren't Connecting!

Vampires are terrifying to humans.

This is repeated throughout the series. Bella learns this as early as Twilight as Edward informs her how unusual it is she isn't on an instinctual level terrified of him ("Wow, vampires so hot, much wow" is Bella's response to this).

The Cullens are isolated at school because of this, Edward is never approached without Bella because of it (and is very surprised at the hyperventilating waitresses in the Italian restaurant), and people just instinctually don't like them.

Except for Carlisle.

Carlisle is extremely well thought of by nearly everyone in the series. Charlie introduces him to Bella as this spectacular family man, despite adopting all these teenagers, who is a literal saint and can't understand why Billy finds him strange.

He works at the hospital where, from what he can see, he's well liked by the staff and the towns people. People go to him as a doctor, this terrifying marble statue of a man, and talk to him about how they have a sinus infection today or ask him to take out their stitches.

Aro gushes about Carlisle for an entire chapter in New Moon when he's supposed to be deciding whether or not he's killing Edward, Bella, and Alice. "Have I mentioned Carlisle?" Aro asks intead.

James, Laurent, and Victoria initially have a weirdly swell time talking to the Cullens despite James being a serial killer who hunts women for sport.

Carlisle has friends from dozens of cultures across the globe, who all gladly eat people. They think he's a little crazy, but they all show up to defend his possibly immortal child granddaughter that his son made by porking a human.

What the fuck?!

Edward even notes this in canon, that he believes that Carlisle, being so immune to blood, somehow radiates this to the humans so they feel at peace. Otherwise, Carlisle's amplified feature as a vampire his inner 'goodness' whatever that is, so humans and vampires all know they can trust him instinctually.

Regardless, something weird is going on with Carlisle that isn't with the rest of the gang.

It Gets Weirder

Carlisle survives to the present day.

Carlisle, for three hundred years, was a lone nomad who walked all over the place, in other vampires territory, where they had no idea he's not after their livestock, and when he does meet them tells him all about his groovy cardboard diet they have to try.

Nobody kills him.

Nobody suspects him of foul play, of being up to something, and kills him. Nobody gets annoyed with him and kills him.

Not only that, they befriend him.

Amun, a fallen god persecuted by the Volturi who lives on the run, befriends this weird guy WHO LIVED IN FUCKING VOLTERRA. Carlisle gets to see Benjamin, whom Amun is hiding from the Volturi, and has Benjamin show up as part of Carlisle's "not army" of witnesses to defend his mutant granddaughter produced when his progeny porked a human.

Liam at least puts up with Carlisle, if not outright likes him, when Carlisle is from England in the 17th century and Liam is very very Irish and still despises the English.

The Amazonian women leave their lands, which they've never done, to defend mutant hybrid baby.

Alistair, while he does initially live, is a paranoid wracked hermit who leaves his forest, nearly makes himself an enemy of Volterra, and was willing to stay until he wigged out that Bella was going behind everyone's back and thought they were going to lose the fight.

Carlisle isn't just well liked he's--he's the hero of a shonen manga who in the last chapter gathers all the weird one-off characters together that he's befirended through the power of peace no jutsu so they can make a giant tree and save the universe.

Only, Twilight is a shojou manga starring Bella so Bella never realized the shonen anime prequel ever happened.

"Wow these people so nice" - Bella in Breaking Dawn.

And, of course, the fact that Carlisle lived in Volterra for at least 20 years, while very young, presumably bringing nothing to the table, and appears to have had an open invitation to return/left on very amicable terms.

This also isn't even getting to the fact that the Cullens got to sit down and make a treaty at all with the Quileute tribe or that any of the negotiations in Eclipse happened at all.

The Theory: Something's Going on Here

The gift, at its base, is that Carlisle is likable and persuasive. He has no compulsion, he can't make you do anything you really wouldn't want to do (hence the diet failing all the time), but generally you can't help but like him/want to trust him and at least give him a chance to speak his mind.

Rosalie should despise Carlisle, given he's the one that forced this life on her: she doesn't.

Edward took years to leave the diet/family versus immediately, and even then, oddly never resented Carlisle for what he is and became.

The only one who's not weird about Carlisle in some way is Bella, which makes sense, as she's likely immune. She finds Carlisle hot, but generally doesn't care about what he says or give him much time of day. Edward's blathering on, meanwhile, about how his dad is amazing and sexy Jesus. "Wow, he swam to France" Bella says.

This is a surprisingly powerful gift in that it means, well, Carlisle can do things like gather an army of "witnesses" in just a month's time to stand against the superpower of the vampire world. He can hold a position as a doctor. He can make treaties with the Quileute tribe. He can get people to talk to each other, slow down, and listen to him when they should absolutely not be bothering with it.

He can't make them do whatever he wants, read the diet, but he's capable of quite a bit.

Why Hasn't He Figured it Out?

Why would he? This is just how the world works for him.

To Carlisle, people are always reasonable in the end and willing to hear him out, we can all get along if we just try and everyone's good deep down.

It would never naturally occur to him that it's odd people are so nice to him or that they even are being nice to him.

Why Hasn't Anyone Else Figured it Out?

Well, you have characters like Edward who realize something is up, but it's written off.

This is just because Carlisle's so amazing. Edward never realizes that maybe it's because there's something actually up with Carlisle beyond that.

It's easy to see it as just being the way that Carlisle Cullen is. Of course everyone makes nice with him.

As a result, to @therealvinelle and I, it very much seems like a gift that is canon but is also unacknowledged/unknown to every character and not too surprising for being that way.

TLDR

Carlisle's gift is that people like him.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - These Lies Festered Like Roaches, You’ll Have To Gut Him To Exterminate Them

@ Balshumet @darthfrodophantom @ Deathcomes4u @ EctoplasmicSoda @fentoaster @fruity-hub-blog @camels-pen @redactedgoose @underforeversgrace @ itallcomesbacktoandreil @sheabeeprime @ LumianaKatenke @schrodingersfic @sapphireshield @summerssixecho

Crawling through one body, laying eggs of hurt in all our minds, struggling just to be okay surrounded by roaches shaped like safety. Can’t help but react, because this bite’s too detrimental, who knows if time can heal the infections and repercussions. Maddie, Jack, Danny, Vlad; secrets will see them consumed, relationships and bodies left behind to be scraped back together, if they can be.

:Chap. 1:

Little Hero, Put On Your Cape, Someone’s Made A Mistake

Danny’s been having a rather… strange week, month really, but this week specifically has been odd. The ghosts were all being weirdly friendly to him, were causing a lot less damage, heck they weren’t even bothering him when he was sleeping! It was odd. The Lunch Lady even brought him a balanced school lunch and it wasn’t even his death day. But weirder than that was the fact that even Vlad wasn’t causing him issues. No snide remarks, no unprompted visits, no threats to murder his dad, no bonding attempts, no abductions, he wasn’t even making public appearances. It was strange. What made it even stranger was that his dad wasn’t saying anything about it, wasn’t demanding they show his ‘best friend’, wasn’t complaining about him not visiting recently, wasn’t encouraging Danny to go over to his mansion to see if the guy wanted to come over. Even Red/Val didn’t seem to care, in her words ‘good riddance’, which tells him she absolutely found out about Vlad being a ghost.

Which, on one hand, her reaction was concerning, a little. But on the other hand, this was Vlad, the guy who nearly tricked her into helping müder a little girl and whom tried to blow her up to frame Phantom for her death. He could absolutely understand her not giving a rats ass about the man now, or utterly despising him. So the truly strange part was how she didn’t seem to care at all. Sure the guy could be an utter fruitloop but he was still the mayor, you’d think even she’d care about that at least.

Sam and Tuck thought the guy was just plotting, which Danny would be inclined to agree with if it wasn’t for the fact that he couldn’t find Vlad anywhere. His cat didn’t even have food last time he went snooping around the mansion! Vlad might be vaguely villainous, but even he would never neglect an animal. Zone Danny would place money on the fact that he’s positive that if Vlad was going to fully die or be ended, the first thing he’d do is try to get word to Danny to take care of his cat. That is, without a shadow of a doubt, what Vlad would do.

Meaning…

He’s missing.

And not missing of his own free will probably.

Danny’s first concern is, surprising to even him, Val, because she definitely knew now, because her temper controlled her more often than not, because she was supremely vengeful, because Danny was a good ghost and she abducted him for a torture session. The thing with Val though, is there wasn’t a lot of places she could be keeping Vlad and Halfas were way too durable for her to have actually ended him in a week. So he eliminated her pretty quick, just a snoop of her room, a few abandoned buildings in Amity and Elmerton, and a snoop around her dad’s workplaces backroom. He’s fairly certain she doesn’t have Vlad. Unfortunately she was Vlad’s best option though, since she was the least likely to do something horrifically screwed up or actually end the guy; she wasn’t down with murder, ghost or human.

Of course he suspected his parents next, especially with his dad acting a bit weird, but neither one of them was spending an excessive amount of time in the lab, or bragging about catching a ghost or making new discoveries; and, there was no one trapped down in the lab or the dungeon. As far as he knew neither of them had any storage facilities or even a rented trailer for storage, and they couldn’t keep quiet about things so he felt secure in his belief that it wasn’t them.

So that left the G.I.W., arguably his and Vlad’s worst option. Because they absolutely would do as many horrific experiments as they could, and with their funding that would mean a lot of experiments. Plus, those nut jobs wouldn’t even care if he transformed back human, they had no problem with harming or killing regular humans even teenagers; they’d have no problem harming or ending a halfa too.

So Danny decides to take advantage of the ghosts being ‘nice’ and ‘considerate’ of him, even if they were still picking fights and getting him hurt… just not nearly as seriously as before. He figures his best option is Skulker, considering the guy was a hunter and employed by Vlad. If anyone knew where he was, it would be that guy; and if he didn’t know, he could track him down better than Danny could. That Greatest Hunter In The Ghost Zone title wasn’t for show, regardless of Danny being uncatchable.

And that’s how Danny finds himself here, landing his feet down on Skulker Island and knocking on the guys door; barging into a ghosts lair was rude and the poacher hadn’t done anything to warrant Danny’s break and entry ways. Skulker looks almost nervous when he opens his door, “Phantom?”, he sticks his head out and glances around, as if expecting Danny to have brought company, before looking back to the half dead teen, “what’s up with the lair visit? And so respectfully. Are you sick? Those parents of yours trying to end you again?”.

See this? This was just weird. Danny quirks an eyebrow, “no?”, shaking his head, “I’m just checking to see if you’ve seen or heard from Vlad lately, he’s mia”, frowning, “his cat didn’t have food”.

Even Skulker looks alarmed, see even ghost poachers who skinned people and hung their heads on walls didn’t neglect animals. Skulker shaking his head immediately, “no, Phantom, no I haven’t”. He pops up a screen on his suit and stares at it, the reflection of messages and data reflecting off of his robotic eyes, “I don’t have any messages from him currently either. Not for jobs, assistance, or to pester you”, quickly adding on, “not-that-I-would-agree-to-that-or-anything”.

Being word vomitted at by Skulker was just bizarre, so much that he can’t even bring himself to question it, just in case he triggers him to do that again. What the fuck? Danny taps his chin, “yeah I don’t like that”, looking back to the metal ghost, “think you could track him down? Mr. Greatest Hunter In The Ghost Zone?”; is Danny mocking him a little? Yes. Will the guy care? Not a chance.

As predicted Skulker grins menacingly, “with pleasure”, and is off the second Danny steps out of his way.

Cool.

Okay.

Danny’s got a plan of action here. He’d ask Val/Red to join in the hunt but she clearly wasn’t interested in finding the guy, either half. Though now that he’s thinking about it he should probably give Skulker’s girlfriend a heads up before she gets pissed at the guy for ‘doing a job’; Danny and Ember usually got along already so shouldn’t be a problem. Meaning now he’s off to her little island, or giant concert venue really, searching for a Popstar.

He finds her tuning her guitar, humming a tune. “Sup Ember”, she jumps from his voice, whirling around and blinking in a bit of shock at him.

Her flying at him, stopping a bit away, “ghost ki- Phantom! What brings you around here?”, and like Skulker she glances around like she’s expecting someone or someone’s to be with him or something. Again, strange. Or perhaps she’s just concerned he brought Tucker with him, aka mister can sing so horribly it has the power to end even ectoplasmically enhanced concerts.

Danny quirks an eyebrow at her too, “I just figured I should stop by and let you know that I asked your boyfriend to go track down Vlad. Guys been too quiet for too long”.

She smirks at him fondly, “man you are so overprotective, you’d think you’d relax more when he’s not harassing you but nope”, and ruffles his hair up before wincing and floating a little back from him for some reason, “appreciate the heads up, Phantom”.

Danny… is only more confused, but he shrugs, gives her a goofy little salute and floats his sorry ass off; the slight relived sag she does only weirds him out more, frankly.

Okay, time to head back to Amity. At least he never had to worry about the portals doors being locked these days, his energy was strong enough for him to just force it open with his hands and some ecto-energy. It was probably also a little because he was, you know, killed by a portal, this one specifically. Slipping his way through with ease a phasing intangibly up through the roof instantly. Glancing around Amity from above the ops centre for a little bit before deciding to check in on Vlad’s mansion(s) again.

Plus, even though Maddie the cat might be slightly evil thanks to Vlad’s encouragement, she was still a cat and deserved all the pets and treats.

Danny’s working a little on his English philosophy of death paper -this embracing the towns ghost theme shit is part of why Danny actually liked Lancer- when Skulker barges in through Danny’s window; well at least the guy didn’t break it. Danny standing up immediately at Skulker’s serious expression; it wasn’t often the ghost looked ‘haunted’ or ‘Hopeless’, so it was super worrying. Skulker makes the motions to grab Danny’s arm before wincing and dropping his arm, “follow. You’re not going to like this”, and turning back to fly back out of Danny’s window.

Danny already doesn’t like this.

Danny absolutely follows immediately. Frowning, “I don’t even like the sound of that, Skulker. Did you find him?”.

The ghost scoffs, “of course I did, I’m Skulker, the Greatest Hunter In All Of The Infinite Realm”, grimacing, “I didn’t see him with my own eyes, but the traces of his shed latent ecto-energy and the sensation of his ecto-field are there”.

Danny quirking an eyebrow as they move into Elmerton, shit, outside of Amity. “Why didn’t you confirm though? Too excited?”; the bit of humour falls really flat but Danny is a jokester through and through.

“You’ll see, and you’ll probably feel and smell it too. You were right to be concerned, he’s definitely trapped and injured. I’m not narcissistic enough to think I know halfa medical care better than an actual halfa, even that fraid of yours would do better”.

They’re leaving Elmerton. Alright, it was looking more and more like G.I.W., meaning this was going to be bad. “Is he at a G.I.W. compound? That’s one of my suspects”.

“Reasonable, I guessed the same. Since I know you’d be able to check the Red Huntress easily and your makers. However, no. No he’s not. That… would be better”.

Danny muttering, “that’s extremely ominous”. At this point he thinks they’re above Naperville? But he’s never been this far out so he’s not exactly sure on that. The two slowing down, Danny copying Skulker as the hunter goes invisible, as they approach a warehouse district area.

Danny pausing in the air, shocked, when a mini GAV comes into sight. What? How was one of those all the way out here? Why even? His folks didn’t sell them so… Danny doesn’t like this one bit. Should… should he have looked into his folks a bit more seriously? He hopes not. He hopes he’s wrong. If he’s not… then he doesn’t really know what he’ll do.

But Skulker’s absolutely right. He can sense Vlad’s ecto-energy in the air, the way it lingers screaming that he’s bled a lot, lost a lot. Skulker was likely right to get him, and that both scares and pisses him off. Especially with the mini GAV right by. Skulker pausing in the air by holding up a hand, nodding his head at the mini GAV, then tapping his eye. Danny nodding back, the message of ‘go have a look’ is obvious, Skulker following him.

It’s…

It’s his dad. Jack.

He’s drinking… and looks like shit.

He’d been off, weirdly quiet about things and stand offish. Bummed out. But this was a lot worse. Part of Danny wants to hope he’s only here by chance, that he comes out here to ‘break down’ sometimes. But the chances of that are pathetically slim. Did Jack hurt Vlad? Enough for him to transform back? Did Jack see it was his ‘old friend’ he was hurting and freaked out? Was he still hurting Vlad? He knows his aura flares a bit protectively and possessively, in that dangerous way. But if his dad hurt the guy that Danny sometimes actually liked and was still hurting him, Danny won’t be able to hold back from ripping him a new one. Would he even still be able to see him as a parent? Ha. No. No he wouldn’t.

Skulker snaps his fingers twice, just loud enough to get Danny’s attention, watching him cautiously; Danny can see his own glow and eyes reflecting off of the meta mecha suit. Skulker jerking his head at the building, then putting a hand to his chest, tapping his eyes again and points at Jack. Danny nodding and zipping off towards the building, Skulker could keep an eye on Jack.

Danny lets the feel of Vlad’s ecto-field pull him around on pure protective instinct, that aspect of his obsession was always handy when rescuing ghosts, even blobs, from the G.I.W. or his folks. He hates it a little though, the way it felt almost controlling of himself and how it sometimes made him want to hurt the people responsible; it also felt like he was being disrespected these days, like how dare whoever harm someone on his watch? The audacity. Him jerking to a stop by a door, there’s green and red stains everywhere. Phasing his head through the door with a pit of unease coiling in his core and stomach.

A̴̸̵̸̵̵̸̵̴̴̵̢̢̙̙͍̘͚̦͉̠̦͇̙̟̙̪̪͚͍͔͚͔̙̻̺͉͚̙͙͍̠̘̝͓̙͎̾͋͒͐̽͋͊͊͒̐͆͊̔̿̈́̓̔̾̀͊͊͌̾̾̚̚͘͜͜͠͠͝N̸̸̸̸̸̴̵̴̴̵̴̡̡̢͇̼͖͓̞̺̟͚̼͉̻͕̟̘̝̟͍͍̠̞͙͚̼͙̙͙͎͙̙̠͓̦̻̔͛͋͛̒̓͐͒͆͌̀͐̀͑͛̒͋͋̕̚̚̚̕̚͘͜͝͠͠C̴̸̵̸̵̸̸̸̴̸̵̢̢̡̢̡̡̢̫̺̻͖͎̦̟̟͍̟̫͎͙͙͕̝͉͔̙͇͓̻͕̠̞̻̼͙͇̿̾̓͒͌̽̽̈́͊͒̈́͌́͋̿͋̽͋͑̔̿͛̕͘͘͜͠͝͠͝͝͝I̸̵̴̴̸̵̸̴̸̵̸̢̢̢̢̻̼͓̝̟͙̞̻͙͖͉͔̝͚̻̻͎͇͇͓͚̙͇͍̙͙̝̺͆͐̾̾͋͋̈́̿̀̿̀̿̈́͊̈́͆̐̒͌͛͑̓̀̓̒͋̽͊̚͘͜͝E̸̴̴̸̴̴̵̴̴̸̴̡̢̡͍͇͕̪͍̟͍͖͎͇̟͍͔͔͎̟̠̠͙̟̙̘̪̼̫̠͓̙͋͋̈́͒̿͛̀̓̓́̓͌̿͆̒͌͛̈́͑̀͊̓̽̔͒͘̚̕̚͜͜͝͝Ǹ̴̸̸̵̸̵̸̴̵̵̴̡̡̡̢̢͎͍͍̘̠͚̘̝͕̠͍͙̙̫̪̻̙͎̫̪̼͉͚͙͔͚̠̻̦̼̐̽̐͋͊̿̈́̈́̈́̿͒͑͊̓͆͒̈́̒̐̕̕͘̕͜͠͝T̴̴̵̵̴̵̵̵̴̴̸̡̢̢̡̢͎̦͕͚͕̟̞͇̺̙̺͔͓̠͚͓͍͔͉͍̞̻͓̦̺̫͖̻̼̝̝̒̐͋͌̓͆͛͐̿̓͒̈́̽͛̈́̾́͑̓̐͆̓̕͘̚̕͠͝͝͝͠S̴̵̸̵̵̵̵̸̸̸̴̢̢͙͚̞̺͇͇̫͚͚̪̪̺̝̻͍͍͚͔͕͉͓̫͍͓͉̟̟͎͙̫̼̪͖̈́̿̓̀͒̓̓͊͛̿͊͑͛̀́̀̓͑͊̒͋̀͐̐͌͘̚͜͜͝͝͝ Ǹ̵̸̵̵̵̵̵̵̵̸̴̢̡̡̡̡̡̝͙͓̠̪̞̝̙̝͎̻̦͍̘̞͍͔͕͓͇̫̼͙͔͕̫͉̠̟͚͇̓̀̐̐̓̔̈́͊̒͑̽͛̒͛͌͋̾͒̿̔͘͘̚̕̕͝͝Ö̵̸̵̴̴̸̵̵̵̴̴̡̢̡̡͔̼̺͍͙̻͇͍̪͇͉͎̝̟̫̪͔͔̞͉̪͔͕͚̦̦̝̻͉͇́̽͆̽̐͛́͌͋͆̐͆̀̒͌͊͒̐̓͒̓͑̕̚̕̕͜͜͝͠͝͝A̴̸̵̸̵̵̸̵̴̴̵̢̢̙̙͍̘͚̦͉̠̦͇̙̟̙̪̪͚͍͔͚͔̙̻̺͉͚̙͙͍̠̘̝͓̙͎̾͋͒͐̽͋͊͊͒̐͆͊̔̿̈́̓̔̾̀͊͊͌̾̾̚̚͘͜͜͠͠͝N̸̸̸̸̸̴̵̴̴̵̴̡̡̢͇̼͖͓̞̺̟͚̼͉̻͕̟̘̝̟͍͍̠̞͙͚̼͙̙͙͎͙̙̠͓̦̻̔͛͋͛̒̓͐͒͆͌̀͐̀͑͛̒͋͋̕̚̚̚̕̚͘͜͝͠͠C̴̸̵̸̵̸̸̸̴̸̵̢̢̡̢̡̡̢̫̺̻͖͎̦̟̟͍̟̫͎͙͙͕̝͉͔̙͇͓̻͕̠̞̻̼͙͇̿̾̓͒͌̽̽̈́͊͒̈́͌́͋̿͋̽͋͑̔̿͛̕͘͘͜͠͝͠͝͝͝I̸̵̴̴̸̵̸̴̸̵̸̢̢̢̢̻̼͓̝̟͙̞̻͙͖͉͔̝͚̻̻͎͇͇͓͚̙͇͍̙͙̝̺͆͐̾̾͋͋̈́̿̀̿̀̿̈́͊̈́͆̐̒͌͛͑̓̀̓̒͋̽͊̚͘͜͝E̸̴̴̸̴̴̵̴̴̸̴̡̢̡͍͇͕̪͍̟͍͖͎͇̟͍͔͔͎̟̠̠͙̟̙̘̪̼̫̠͓̙͋͋̈́͒̿͛̀̓̓́̓͌̿͆̒͌͛̈́͑̀͊̓̽̔͒͘̚̕̚͜͜͝͝Ǹ̴̸̸̵̸̵̸̴̵̵̴̡̡̡̢̢͎͍͍̘̠͚̘̝͕̠͍͙̙̫̪̻̙͎̫̪̼͉͚͙͔͚̠̻̦̼̐̽̐͋͊̿̈́̈́̈́̿͒͑͊̓͆͒̈́̒̐̕̕͘̕͜͠͝T̴̴̵̵̴̵̵̵̴̴̸̡̢̢̡̢͎̦͕͚͕̟̞͇̺̙̺͔͓̠͚͓͍͔͉͍̞̻͓̦̺̫͖̻̼̝̝̒̐͋͌̓͆͛͐̿̓͒̈́̽͛̈́̾́͑̓̐͆̓̕͘̚̕͠͝͝͝͠S̴̵̸̵̵̵̵̸̸̸̴̢̢͙͚̞̺͇͇̫͚͚̪̪̺̝̻͍͍͚͔͕͉͓̫͍͓͉̟̟͎͙̫̼̪͖̈́̿̓̀͒̓̓͊͛̿͊͑͛̀́̀̓͑͊̒͋̀͐̐͌͘̚͜͜͝͝͝ Ǹ̵̸̵̵̵̵̵̵̵̸̴̢̡̡̡̡̡̝͙͓̠̪̞̝̙̝͎̻̦͍̘̞͍͔͕͓͇̫̼͙͔͕̫͉̠̟͚͇̓̀̐̐̓̔̈́͊̒͑̽͛̒͛͌͋̾͒̿̔͘͘̚̕̕͝͝Ö̵̸̵̴̴̸̵̵̵̴̴̡̢̡̡͔̼̺͍͙̻͇͍̪͇͉͎̝̟̫̪͔͔̞͉̪͔͕͚̦̦̝̻͉͇́̽͆̽̐͛́͌͋͆̐͆̀̒͌͊͒̐̓͒̓͑̕̚̕̕͜͜͝͠͝͝. A̴̸̵̸̵̵̸̵̴̴̵̢̢̙̙͍̘͚̦͉̠̦͇̙̟̙̪̪͚͍͔͚͔̙̻̺͉͚̙͙͍̠̘̝͓̙͎̾͋͒͐̽͋͊͊͒̐͆͊̔̿̈́̓̔̾̀͊͊͌̾̾̚̚͘͜͜͠͠͝N̸̸̸̸̸̴̵̴̴̵̴̡̡̢͇̼͖͓̞̺̟͚̼͉̻͕̟̘̝̟͍͍̠̞͙͚̼͙̙͙͎͙̙̠͓̦̻̔͛͋͛̒̓͐͒͆͌̀͐̀͑͛̒͋͋̕̚̚̚̕̚͘͜͝͠͠C̴̸̵̸̵̸̸̸̴̸̵̢̢̡̢̡̡̢̫̺̻͖͎̦̟̟͍̟̫͎͙͙͕̝͉͔̙͇͓̻͕̠̞̻̼͙͇̿̾̓͒͌̽̽̈́͊͒̈́͌́͋̿͋̽͋͑̔̿͛̕͘͘͜͠͝͠͝͝͝I̸̵̴̴̸̵̸̴̸̵̸̢̢̢̢̻̼͓̝̟͙̞̻͙͖͉͔̝͚̻̻͎͇͇͓͚̙͇͍̙͙̝̺͆͐̾̾͋͋̈́̿̀̿̀̿̈́͊̈́͆̐̒͌͛͑̓̀̓̒͋̽͊̚͘͜͝E̸̴̴̸̴̴̵̴̴̸̴̡̢̡͍͇͕̪͍̟͍͖͎͇̟͍͔͔͎̟̠̠͙̟̙̘̪̼̫̠͓̙͋͋̈́͒̿͛̀̓̓́̓͌̿͆̒͌͛̈́͑̀͊̓̽̔͒͘̚̕̚͜͜͝͝Ǹ̴̸̸̵̸̵̸̴̵̵̴̡̡̡̢̢͎͍͍̘̠͚̘̝͕̠͍͙̙̫̪̻̙͎̫̪̼͉͚͙͔͚̠̻̦̼̐̽̐͋͊̿̈́̈́̈́̿͒͑͊̓͆͒̈́̒̐̕̕͘̕͜͠͝T̴̴̵̵̴̵̵̵̴̴̸̡̢̢̡̢͎̦͕͚͕̟̞͇̺̙̺͔͓̠͚͓͍͔͉͍̞̻͓̦̺̫͖̻̼̝̝̒̐͋͌̓͆͛͐̿̓͒̈́̽͛̈́̾́͑̓̐͆̓̕͘̚̕͠͝͝͝͠S̴̵̸̵̵̵̵̸̸̸̴̢̢͙͚̞̺͇͇̫͚͚̪̪̺̝̻͍͍͚͔͕͉͓̫͍͓͉̟̟͎͙̫̼̪͖̈́̿̓̀͒̓̓͊͛̿͊͑͛̀́̀̓͑͊̒͋̀͐̐͌͘̚͜͜͝͝͝ Ǹ̵̸̵̵̵̵̵̵̵̸̴̢̡̡̡̡̡̝͙͓̠̪̞̝̙̝͎̻̦͍̘̞͍͔͕͓͇̫̼͙͔͕̫͉̠̟͚͇̓̀̐̐̓̔̈́͊̒͑̽͛̒͛͌͋̾͒̿̔͘͘̚̕̕͝͝O

A̴̸̵̸̵̵̸̵̴̴̵̢̢̙̙͍̘͚̦͉̠̦͇̙̟̙̪̪͚͍͔͚͔̙̻̺͉͚̙͙͍̠̘̝͓̙͎̾͋͒͐̽͋͊͊͒̐͆͊̔̿̈́̓̔̾̀͊͊͌̾̾̚̚͘͜͜͠͠͝N̸̸̸̸̸̴̵̴̴̵̴̡̡̢͇̼͖͓̞̺̟͚̼͉̻͕̟̘̝̟͍͍̠̞͙͚̼͙̙͙͎͙̙̠͓̦̻̔͛͋͛̒̓͐͒͆͌̀͐̀͑͛̒͋͋̕̚̚̚̕̚͘͜͝͠͠C̴̸̵̸̵̸̸̸̴̸̵̢̢̡̢̡̡̢̫̺̻͖͎̦̟̟͍̟̫͎͙͙͕̝͉͔̙͇͓̻͕̠̞̻̼͙͇̿̾̓͒͌̽̽̈́͊͒̈́͌́͋̿͋̽͋͑̔̿͛̕͘͘͜͠͝͠͝͝͝I̸̵̴̴̸̵̸̴̸̵̸̢̢̢̢̻̼͓̝̟͙̞̻͙͖͉͔̝͚̻̻͎͇͇͓͚̙͇͍̙͙̝̺͆͐̾̾͋͋̈́̿̀̿̀̿̈́͊̈́͆̐̒͌͛͑̓̀̓̒͋̽͊̚͘͜͝E̸̴̴̸̴̴̵̴̴̸̴̡̢̡͍͇͕̪͍̟͍͖͎͇̟͍͔͔͎̟̠̠͙̟̙̘̪̼̫̠͓̙͋͋̈́͒̿͛̀̓̓́̓͌̿͆̒͌͛̈́͑̀͊̓̽̔͒͘̚̕̚͜͜͝͝Ǹ̴̸̸̵̸̵̸̴̵̵̴̡̡̡̢̢͎͍͍̘̠͚̘̝͕̠͍͙̙̫̪̻̙͎̫̪̼͉͚͙͔͚̠̻̦̼̐̽̐͋͊̿̈́̈́̈́̿͒͑͊̓͆͒̈́̒̐̕̕͘̕͜͠͝T̴̴̵̵̴̵̵̵̴̴̸̡̢̢̡̢͎̦͕͚͕̟̞͇̺̙̺͔͓̠͚͓͍͔͉͍̞̻͓̦̺̫͖̻̼̝̝̒̐͋͌̓͆͛͐̿̓͒̈́̽͛̈́̾́͑̓̐͆̓̕͘̚̕͠͝͝͝͠S̴̵̸̵̵̵̵̸̸̸̴̢̢͙͚̞̺͇͇̫͚͚̪̪̺̝̻͍͍͚͔͕͉͓̫͍͓͉̟̟͎͙̫̼̪͖̈́̿̓̀͒̓̓͊͛̿͊͑͛̀́̀̓͑͊̒͋̀͐̐͌͘̚͜͜͝͝͝ Ǹ̵̸̵̵̵̵̵̵̵̸̴̢̡̡̡̡̡̝͙͓̠̪̞̝̙̝͎̻̦͍̘̞͍͔͕͓͇̫̼͙͔͕̫͉̠̟͚͇̓̀̐̐̓̔̈́͊̒͑̽͛̒͛͌͋̾͒̿̔͘͘̚̕̕͝͝Ö̵̸̵̴̴̸̵̵̵̴̴̡̢̡̡͔̼̺͍͙̻͇͍̪͇͉͎̝̟̫̪͔͔̞͉̪͔͕͚̦̦̝̻͉͇́̽͆̽̐͛́͌͋͆̐͆̀̒͌͊͒̐̓͒̓͑̕̚̕̕͜͜͝͠͝͝

:Chap. 2:

Break Down Facades Too, Let Your Entelechy Consume You

(this is the torture horror style character injury, feel free to skip it if you don’t like that stuff. Everything after this chapter is hurt/comfort aftermath)

Danny’s form shakes a little as he takes in the room. It’s splattered in greens and reds, metal tools laying around haphazardly, there’s spots of rust and decay, the room reeks of stale air as if none have entered for days. Reeks of the metallic rot of dried b̸͕̟͜͝͝͝l̴̢̢͙̈́̽͝ò̴̝͜͜͠o̸̼͚̺͌̓̓d̸̢̠͖͑͆͒ and lime tang of old e̵͖̘͒͋͜͝c̴͉͓͔̿́͊t̴̢̟̓̓͛ó̸̞̝͌͜͝p̴͙͕̺̕̕͘l̸̼̞̟͆̈́͝a̸̡͖͍͊̽s̵̘͕͙͑̕͝m̸͖̝͉̈́͠͝. There’s metal wires and steel rods coming off of the roof, stringing down to stretches and slabs of f̵͕͉̻̿͐̔l̸̘̪̙̀̓̕e̴͚͖̠̿̿͒s̴̢̻̝̈́̕͘h̵̢̝̐̈́̈́ and b̴̡͚͚͒́̽o̵̞͔̫̓͘͠n̴͙͔͔͒̀̿è̸͕͕͇͒͒ and m̵͇̼̙͑͆̈́é̴͉͇̟͆͌a̸̪̠̼͆͌͘t̵̟̙͌̓͜͝. Mù̴͍͉͖̿͠s̴͇̞͔͆̚͝c̴̼̈́͘̚͜l̸̢̝̐̀̾ë̴̻͚̠́̈́̒ and s̴̺͇̘̔͝͝k̴̡̙̝̓̈́̚i̸͓̼̪͊̔͌n̸̻͕͇͊̀͘. It all dripped, half dried and half wet, crimson red tinted green sheen. Chunks of bone, broken, disjointed, peppering through pale human flesh. Yet also not. Sections and spattering of ghostly white fabric, ghostly outer ectoplasmic layers, move and warble, as if the being attached to it couldn’t place itself right. Couldn’t hold itself together. HIMSELF.

The flesh bone suit amalgamation connecting down, down, down, to flat neck splayed out, esophagus expanding and deflating, utterly exposed to open air unnaturally. Blackened cut hip bones jutting out the other side, the patches of suit seem more together there and over the one leg. Him managing to move his eyes to look, to search, to seek what’s missing. The leg pinned, skin flayed back to reveal muscle and pumping pulse against a wall. That location bringing his attention back to the man on display. That, and, the sound, the thump. A head turned to watch him. It’s a face he knows well, whether there are eyes or not. Exposed cheek bone, sharp and angular, twitch in an almost smile; the odd patterning of teeth, some gone and some not. One fang. A tooth dribbling out with strings of saliva as the mouth opens at him, “həy, Pʮ∀ntoɯ”. Patches of bloodied ectoplasm washed hair flops and scrapes the metal table with the motion. With the sound. Hands, fingers bent at hundreds of wrong angles as if there’s too many joints, twitch to grasp the metal surface; as if in an attempt to pull up, to sit up. The attached arm limb spasming with effort, blood ectoplasm nightmare seeping out through the spaces between bone, no flesh nor muscle remain to complete the action. The shoulder pops, limb detaching entirely to fumble down to the ground; slapping it wetly. Fresh blood and ectoplasm pooling and moving to flow down to a drain on the gunk covered crusted floor.

He moves immediately, on instinct, in. The ground crunches under feet he was unaware weren’t floating. The sensation of hardened blood and ectoplasm crumbling underfoot sending shivers up his entire frame with every step he takes. His glow fills up the room, seems to rip anti-ectoplasmic paint off the walls in chunks and flakes. He is so angry, so hurt, so sad, so enraged, so EMPTY. He has to fix this. Wants to. Has to repair one of his. Cupping the man’s face, bone and muscle touching his own gloved hand, “V̴̸̸͚̞̼͍̟̙͍̘͎̈́̀͆̈́͊͋̈́͑̚l̴̸̴̡̢͉̫͚͕͋̾̾̓̐̕͝͠a̴̵̵̢͇̞͚̞͙͎̼͒̈́̒͌͊͆̔̚d̴̴̸͓͖̙͎͉̞͚̞͒̿͆̐̐͜͠͝͠“, part of the ceiling caves in, crumbling down, under some unknown pressure.

“Iʇ’s oʞɐʎ, ᗡɐuᴉǝl. ⅄on’ɹǝ oʞɐʎ. ᒋnsʇ ɥǝld ɯǝ”.

He doesn’t know what’s said. Doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. This mangle of misshapen parts can’t be here. Leave. Be safe. P̸̵̡̡̢̙̞̫̐̈́̈́̈́͒̕r̵̴̡̠̠̞͎̓̽͒͘̚͜o̵̵̞͇͓͇͓̟͑̿͌̈́̚͠t̸̴̢͓͉͖̝͖̐̈́̐͠è̴̵̡͙͕̦͚͚͑̒̿̚̕c̴̵̝͓͔͚͚͆̽̈́̾̒͘͜ț̵̸̢͙͉̟̈́̾͊͋̓̔e̴̵̢͙̝͙̟͚̿͊͌̐̈́͝d̵̴̢͚͎̫̻̀͐͑̽͜͠͝.

The straps are brown, covered slick in gore; they burn to ash from the slightest of touches. They don’t deserve to exist. Begone. Nothing can stay to hold back what must leave here, be taken away. The connected tubes, attached to remaining muscle and structure, buckle and crack and splitter to fragile shards in his grasp; pieces plinking to the ground little unfortunate freezing rain, the ice encroaching on the room in spiralling circles with him as their epicentre, only increase the noise. That same ice becoming claws for him to wield as blades against the ceilings cords and wires and rods, the tension releasing like gunshots as flayed open chest wings of flesh slap down on to the opened chest cavity; their owner groaning from the impact.

Hurt

HURT

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He didn’t mean it. Mean this. Mean that. Mean HURT. 尸尺ㄖセ🝗⼕〸.

There’s too much of him but that’s okay, it’s okay, this is okay, that’s okay, he’s okay. He can scoop up what remains, arm under leg, arm under shoulder arm neck head, to scoop up and pull to his chest. Pull to his core. To sustain the hurt one.

A solid slab of metal hits the ground, thunder in a room of ice rain.

He’s wet.

Snow is falling.

His head snapping, inhuman, to the sound, the door, the rooms door, gone. Laying on the ground as if it is innocent. It is not. Nothing here is. As if it is safe. Nothing here is. No one here is. No one here will be.

Orange and blue stare at him. Orange reeking of grain, wood, stale fruit, and burnt caramel. Then a metal one of his is there, holding orange at gun point; no more hurt no more hurt NO MORE HURT N̴̢͓̈́̒̈́͜O̵̙͎͒͠ M̵̡̺̻͑͌͘O̵̺̟͔̐͝͝R̴̘̘͓͌̒̚E̴̻͎̟͛͒̕ H̴͙͙̦̓͘U̵͓͉͒͘͝R̵͕͓͌̽̚T̴̙͍̪͐̈́ 𝓝龱 爪龱尺㠪 廾ㄩ尺ㄒ. The metal man flinches, scrunching up, “ʇᴉɥs”. The blue one stepping forward with a crouch, he growls, metal man grabs blues arm; regardless a mouth opens, “ynnaD?”.

A name. His? His. Attached to mouths that don’t deserve it. He’s snarling now. Right. Them. JACK. Orange. Did this. So much HURT. “H̵͕̝͙̿́͠O̴̢̞͉̽̔͝Ẅ̸̢͓̼́̾̚ D̸̦̟̀̓͋A̵̡͙̘̓͒̿R̵͚̫͋͌̚͜E̵͔͖̦͊͝͝ Y̵̟̝̽͛̚O̵͙̫̟͐͊̚U̴̻͎̦̔̽̈́ D̵͚͓͇͑͆O̸̙͉̪͋͘͠ T̴͖̙͉͊̾̽H̴̝̫̿͋͜I̵̫̘̐̕͜͝S̴̡͔͉̈́̀̓”. The room shakes with him, he wants to be understood, he doubts he is. The metal man flinches, floating back slightly in a jerky fashion, it’s something at least. The wrong thing but still a thing.

The one he’s protecting, encasing muttering a quiet, “ǝibbⱰM ,ʞƆⱰႱ”, with feeling.

The metal machine hissing, “noʎ ʇɹnɥ ll’ǝɥ ɹo ɟɟo ʞɔɐq”.

Hurt? Hurt. He won’t. Pulling into himself, around the hurt one; he won’t HURT anyone. He snarls a warning at the liar. He wants out of here. Walls creak and flake off dust at that mere desire, he doesn’t get why.

The blue one steps back at least, almost a whisper, “ʇsoɥɓ ɐ ,pɐǝp ǝq oʇ pǝsoddns s’ɯoʇuɐɥԀ ?ʇɐ ɓuᴉʞool I ɯɐ ʇɐɥM ?ʎuuɐᗡ puɐ uoʇuɐɥԀ ǝɥ sᴉ ʍoɥ”. As if the accomplice has place to ask anything of himself. As if blue would not have done the same. As if blue didn’t cause hurt. Others hurt. He hurt. So much 尸闩讠𝓝.

Orange gets it, orange doesn’t ask, orange already knows. Orange bent, prodded, sliced, broke, cut, destroyed, tore, took; for ill gotten knowledge. “?ǝuop I ǝʌɐɥ ʇɐɥʍ ,po⅁ .ǝᴉppɐlΛ ǝʞᴉl ,pɐlΛ ǝʞᴉl …s’ʎuuɐᗡ”. And grabs at hair, pulling at it. Hurting.

Danny snarls again and steps forward. Metal man giving warning, “ʇɐɥʇ ǝʞᴉl ʇ’usǝop ǝH .ɟlǝsɹnoʎ ɓuᴉʇɹnɥ puɐ ʇᴉɥs pᴉdnʇs ɓuᴉop doʇs”, pulling both colours back, pull through what would be a doorway. Is maybe a doorway.

Good. Metal knows. Metal gets it. Hurt is wrong. Hurt doesn’t belong. Even hurt shouldn’t hurt. No more pain here. Ꮆ龱 闩山闩ㄚ.

The exit is clear. He’s clear. The hurt is clear to leave. He leaves. He moves up and down, sideways and not, through it; his package held close to him and only him. But the blue one touches him, brushes against his self, his energy. It’s a static boom instantly, blue smacking into a wall, him forming a cushion of ectoplasm goop behind the body smashing wall, to cushion, to protect. Blue wheezes, “ɥɔnɯ ooʇ sᴉ sᴉɥꞱ .ǝsɐǝld ,ʎɐʍɐ ʎɐʇs ʇnᗺ .oɓ -ʇsnᒋ .o⅁ .ʎɐʞO”.

Away. Blue wants him away. Maddie. And… away. Maddie and away. Okay. He can do that. He can be gone. He has this one, hurt one, has to fix, how to fix, can? fix. He gets out of the room of pain. Room of rendered flesh and bone.

:Chap. 3:

Realm Latching Onto Thee, It’s Part Of Your Dichotomy

He gets too more familiar land, land that’s been mixed and tainted with him, before he feels tapping on himself, a pulse from a crying pain-filled core, its calming or restraining or chastising. “jusʇ thɹoʍing euǝrgʎ ɐt mǝ is ʇoo mucɥ, yon’rǝ ʇoo ɯucɥ rigɥt noʍ, ᗡɐuiel”.

Then what is he to do? What else is there to do? Hurt lost too much. Hurt needs energy. “七卄🝗𝓝 山卄闩〸 闩爪 工 セㄖ ᗪㄖ?”, he thinks he makes more sense now. Not a lot of sense, but sense.

Hurt twitches, getting him to look at him, at Vlad’shalf face and no eyes. Right. This is a who not just a pain being. Crap. He’s really out of it. Out of himself? Ow. Things aren’t right. Things are in wrong places and shapes, he thinks.

“⅁et yonrsǝlɟ toɓǝʇher, firsʇ. ⅄ou’ll ɟrigɥten tɥe ʇown oʇherʍᴉse. Miɓhʇ gǝʇ huɹʇ in sɥock”.

Danny stills in the air, right, yes, no major shows of power, no body horror morphing, no inhuman sounds, don’t freak out his lair folk. Everyone startles easier than his fraid. Things… snap back, maybe, he thinks. There are two arms now, there were more? There were more. He sees a little less, less eyes. Can’t taste air so well, too many mouths? Not now. His teeth don’t fit right though. So no smiling, not that he feels like smiling.

“⅁ood goop, geʇ aholp of yonrsǝlɟ, ᗡɐuiel”, he shudders a little in Danny’s grasp. They’re back in Amity. In his lair. In what’s his. “ᒋust, usǝ ʇhe cɹown, to pull ǝuǝrgy from ʇɥe zonǝ, fǝǝd thɐʇ to ɯǝ”.

Danny doesn’t get it. It doesn’t make sense. “c̶r̶o̶w̶n̶?̶ 㠪𝓝🝗尺Ꮆ丫?̶ V̶l̶a̶d̶ I̶-̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶?̶ D̶o̶n̶’̶t̶ g̶e̶t̶ i̶t̶”. Oh he thinks he sounds much better now. His throat must have been wrong. His energy warping his speech.

“ᗺoy, hoʍ ɔan yon noʇ- ah, I sǝǝ”.

“S̶e̶e̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶?̶”. Danny gets them into Vlad’s mansion, ghostly tail coiling them up on one of the guys oversized lounger chairs, the kind he drinks in. Alone. Maddie the cat bounds over, he almost wants to hiss, but she smells of them both, she means no harm. She digs claws into jumpsuit, pulling herself up, he doesn’t notice any pain of it as she curls up on Vlad.

What a good cat.

A very good cat.

She can help heal him right? Cat purrs? He’s read about that. How they heal, heal others and themselves. Cats are good creatures. She purrs, he purrs back; copies the healing sound in hopes it works for him as it must her.

Vlad sighs, sagging a bit, this must help. “ᗡɐuiel, my boʎ, liʇʇle badger. Tɥǝ zonǝ can ouly, go so loug, ʍithout ᴉts, ruler. ⅄ou hɐp ɯore claᴉm, tɥan I. Yon fǝllǝd hᴉɯ, you’ɹǝ thǝ ʞing, now”.

What…

Is he saying that? Danny, him, is the… ghost king? Now? Because he won the fight? That’s… a lot. Especially right now. But… Vlad was saying to use the crown, the high ghost king crown, to heal him. Danny could heal him. Could fix him. Make him well. And better. Okay. No more hurt.

So the crown’s… okay.

“H̷o̷w̷ d̷o̷ I̷ d̷o̷ t̷h̷a̷t̷ V̷l̷a̷d̷?̷ T̷e̷l̷l̷ m̷e̷ h̷o̷w̷?̷”.

“I am bafflǝd, hoʍ ʎou didn’t, aɔɔidenʇallʎ makǝ thɐʇ, a ɔommand, of mǝ. Thᴉuʞ of ᴉt lᴉke, your coɹe, excedʇ oɟ pull!ng ᴉu ǝuǝrgy, from ʇhe resʇ oɟ, youɹsǝlf, to focus, ᴉnstǝɐd pull, from outsᴉdǝ, youɹsǝlf, yet connǝɔʇed sʇᴉll”.

Danny blinks, his eyes are much to wide, but he does as instructed, trying to direct his attention to his head… the area above his head. It’s… actually there. And it is pulling in energy, it feels like, from elsewhere. So he focuses in on that, it perhaps seems like it’s not the most effective way to do this but he doesn’t know how else so it will have to do today. Pulling in energy, through himself, out through his limbs and torso and other bodily connections to Vlad’s self, and feds it into him. Vlad gasping and groaning immediately.

Also immediately, things begin to stitch themselves back together. Face skin patching over bone, eyes boiling up out of empty sockets, ghostly clothing- ectoplasmic outer layers forming to cover human flesh turning blue, limbs reform like pieces from the air were snapping together in a puzzle of limbs, and destroyed chest fillets rearranging into its proper state. He’s healing, he’s doing it, and something happy and content in him sings in purrs and chimes and bells and chirps. The sensation nearly bowls him over, it’s so much.

It’s everything and he loses himself a bit, the room too small suddenly and he doesn’t want to be like this at all. It was so not human. Maddie the cats warning growl, angry at his movement, is impressively chastising and grounding, but not enough to snap him back down. He has too many limbs, he doesn’t know how many, it feels like an incomprehensible number. His legs are too long and bend more than they should; like an animals, a wild animals. Mouths and eyes in places they shouldn’t be, even filling the cape he can feel over himself and covering Vlad as well; to protect him. That crown that he’s almost too aware of now, feels like it’s trying to freeze himself yet that feels right; snow falls from his hair.

It’s…

Not great.

His fingers are too skinny, too long, too jointed, in icy points, and Vlad fits in his palm. Vlad holding his pointer finger and pant wheezing a little, “bǝγonnⱰ γɿǝv ǝd lliw I ,ƧllⱰw γm ʞⱰǝɿd uoγ ʇI .ǝniʇ ǝɿ’uoγ ,ɿǝϱbⱰd ǝlɈɈil ,γⱰʞo ǝɿ’uoY”.

Vlad’s voice doesn’t sound like English again, but he still understands it. Him huffing and trying to shrink himself away from the walls. At least Vlad looks pleased with himself, “ʍou ɹoɟ ʇsǝɹ ǝɯ ʇǝl ʇsnᒋ .doʇs uɐɔ no⅄”. Danny thinks he’s slowly getting the hang of this strange way of hearing. It’s so… sensation focused. He nods, stops feeding the guy raw zone energy; Vlad seems a bit relieved at that.

Maddie the Cat starts kneading the guys glowing white suit almost aggressively. It’s… calming and Danny feels okay just sort of kneeling down, bent over and cradling Vlad in his palm. Protecting him from the world and trying to join Maddie the Cat in purring him to sleep. He’s all wrong but he’s not the one who matters right now.

Danny comes into awareness -he didn’t sleep, he knows he didn’t sleep. He… can’t? like this- to Vlad, human Vlad, just standing on his face. Shiny shoes just barely within eyesight from far too many angles on his eye bags. The man’s… grabbing? what feels like a horn… an almost bunny ear like horn. He has three pairs of ears overlapping each other, was nothing of him human shaped like this? It’s a bit awful.

Vlad scowls at him, “ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵇⁱᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗⁱˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ’ᵐ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ‧ ᔆᵒ ᴰᵃⁿⁱᵉˡ, ᴵ‧ ᴬᵐ‧ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ”.

That was… more? human, he still winces from it being wrong though. Using his hands to push himself up off the floor a little, Vlad just glaring more while Danny stares all his eyes at him, some move through the air to stare more closely. He… did seem fine. His energy felt, weakened and not entirely his own, like Danny was still holding him together some, but he was fine.

“t̸̠͖̞͌̽̚h̵͍̺͕́͑a̸̘͉͕̓̈́̽t̵̡̢͖̽͘͝’̴͓̫̠͌̕͠s̴̝̼͚̔̚ ǵ̴̙̦͌͘o̸̝͎̝̓̿o̸͉̠͙̕͠d̴̢̝̓͑͘͜“, oh zone all the floating eyes became mouths for him to speak with, it’s so disorienting that he sways to the side and jerks a little, “O̴̢͇̝̐̔̽h̸͍͚͔̓̕ t̴͖͉͚̀̒͐h̴͙͖͖͛́̈́a̸̢͇͊́͠ẗ̵̟̠́̈́ w̵̢̻͕͒̚͝a̴͕͚͒͐͛s̸͓͍͋͆͜͠ f̴̡̡̻͆͘͠r̸͙̪͌̿͜͝e̴̡̠̼͆͆̔a̵͇̘̞͋͊͌k̵̪͉̻͋́̕y̸̪͓̫̿̐”.

Vlad huffs, rolling his eyes, “ᴵ’ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵃᵍʳᵉᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴺᵒʷ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ ˢⁱᶻᵉ ᵒʳ ᴵ’ᵐ ʲᵃᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃˢᵐⁱᵘˢ ᴹᵃˣⁱᵐᵘˢ”. Danny wincing immediately, that thing sucked.

How did he even get himself into this state though? ‘Expanding’ wasn’t right, engulfing? No.

…

Unfolding perhaps.

So he could… fold in? Maybe? People shouldn’t be able to fold at all. Ugh. But trying to, like, fold himself up like origami seems to make himself and his energy shudder and twist in on itself. Vlad grinning proudly and dropping himself off of Danny’s face. Danny kind of… faceplanting into the ground, knees and arms on the floor, ass up in the air; groaning, “Iͥ feͤeͤl liͥᴋⷦeͤ aͣ oͦvͮeͤrͬs͛ᴛⷮuͧffeͤdͩ noͦoͦdͩleͤ”.

Vlad scoffs, “ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵍʳᵃᶜᵉᶠᵘˡ, ᴰᵃⁿⁱᵉˡ”, sounding to be walking near him, Danny doesn’t feel like opening his eyes yet, there’s still so many of them. It’s like he compacted his physical self while instead spreading out gaseous aspects of himself. Vlad still sounds wrong, his hearing is still wrong. At least he’s down from three sets of ears to two sets.

Danny pushing himself up with his hands, staggering upright fully, he’s… at least twice Vlad’s height. Damn it. Wiggling his mouth around, “dͩaͣmͫn iͥᴛⷮ”.

“ᴸᵃⁿᵍᵘᵃᵍᵉ”, Vlad stepping forward, crossing his arms, and glaring up at him. Danny’s tail swishes on the ground, fuck since when did he have a tail! Vlad’s sighs and actually smiles fondly at him, “ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘgh, I suppose. There’s ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵉⁿᵉʳᵍʸ ⁱn you to get ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵇᵃᶜk to normal, either ᶠᵒʳᵐ”, glancing around at the starry mist and floating eyes, “I ᵗⁱˡˡ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᶠᵃᵗʰom how you didⁿ’ᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷere the king now with all ᵒᶠ this”.

“Iͥ… Iͥ’vͮeͤ neͤvͮeͤrͬ вⷡeͤeͤn,̓ liͥᴋⷦeͤ ᴛⷮhͪiͥs͛,̓ вⷡeͤfoͦrͬeͤ”.

Vlad blinks, looking back to his face, “strange, this, or that I suppose, should simply be your natural state now”, tilting his head and humming, “perhaps ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃᶠᶠect of being a halfa?”, shrugging, “well I can harᵈˡʸ ᵗᵉˢᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵒut. Now let’s sit ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵃˡᵏ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘse-”, sighing, “-this deᶠⁱⁿⁱtely must be talked about”.

Danny only turning his head, watching his sorta uncle sorta arch enemy sorta god father sit in a gody high backed chair, gesturing at the large lounger, “Daniel, your energʸ ⁱˢ ˡⁱᵗᵉrally repressing my ability to feel emotions strongly right now, I am okay, but ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ talk or I’m not going to do wᵉˡˡ when you leave and neither will you”.

Danny nods a little jerkily and attempts to walk over but these legs don’t move right and he stumbles over onto the ground immediately, at least he manages to catch himself with his hands even if he cuts up Vlad’s rug in the process. He can hear, and see with the mist eyes, Vlad pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. The man walking back over and helping Danny up and over to the chair.

It’s weirdly grounding sinking into soft cushion, even if it crunches up the tail weirdly. He’s got most of his back smashed into the seat, shoulders and head against the chair back, and his legs just kinda bent up and simultaneously sprawled on the arm rests and the floor; it probably looks horribly awkward and uncomfortable; didn’t feel it at least. “S͛oͦ”, looking most of his eyes -fuck this Is weird- up at the ceiling, “Jaͣcͨᴋⷦ… cͨaͣuͧghͪᴛⷮ yoͦuͧ. Dͩiͥdͩ t̸̝̻͎̀́̕h̸͍͔̽͊͆͜a̸̪͔̻̐͛͠t̴̡̙͕͆̈́͝ ᴛⷮoͦ yoͦuͧ”. There was always a chance of this happening, he always thought it would be him though. It hurt. And he had always known it would hurt. He just hadn’t realised how much. One of his ‘parents’ doing this.

Vlad rubs his face, wincing, then composing himself and nodding. Danny kind of wants to break something and that tail smacks is weird quill cover spear end thing on the ground. Vlad doesn’t seem to care at least, “indeed”, sighing, “it would seem Valerie was a fair bit more vengeful and vindictive than I was prepared for”.

Oh hey! His hearing isn’t super super weird anymore, titling his head enough to rub his left ears on the back of the chair- or ear he should say, seems he’s back to more human with that. Clearing his throat, “Vͮaͣl? S͛hͪeͤ goͦᴛⷮ yoͦuͧ cͨaͣuͧghͪᴛⷮ?”, scowling, “Noͦ woͦndͩeͤrͬ s͛hͪeͤ dͩiͥdͩn’ᴛⷮ s͛eͤeͤmͫ ᴛⷮoͦ cͨaͣrͬeͤ whͪeͤrͬeͤ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ ‘Vͮlaͣdͩ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ mͫaͣyoͦrͬ’ weͤnᴛⷮ!”. He was going to rip her a new one for this, Vlad got hurt. HURT. In all caps. HURT bad. Danny twitches a little, shit it feels like those horn things got longer on him.

“Try to keep a handle on yourself?”, Vlad running a hand through his hair, “thank you, and I mean that, for caring enough to try and find me. To rescue me”.

Danny blinks, that… might have been the only time the man had ever genuinely thanked him for anything. It meant he did a real good job, his core hums happily a little. Grinning, too too too many teeth, at Vlad, “aͣww Vͮlaͣdͩdͩiͥeͤ oͦf cͨoͦuͧrͬs͛eͤ Iͥ cͨaͣrͬeͤ”, frowning and shuddering a little, “ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ waͣs͛ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ woͦrͬs͛ᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪiͥng Iͥ’vͮeͤ eͤvͮeͤrͬ s͛eͤeͤn”.

“It was worse to experience, I assure you”, massaging his temples, “and the fact that it was Jack of all people. Once I’ve ‘healed’ properly I’m going to be incredibly embarrassed”.

“mͫy dͩaͣdͩ cͨuͧᴛⷮ oͦрⷬeͤn mͫy uͧncͨleͤ,̓ hͪoͦw dͩoͦ yoͦuͧ ᴛⷮhͪiͥnᴋⷦ Iͥ feͤeͤl”.

“Uncle huh”.

Danny frowns, “Iͥ feͤeͤl woͦrͬldͩs͛ вⷡeͤᴛⷮᴛⷮeͤrͬ aͣвⷡoͦuͧᴛⷮ yoͦuͧ ᴛⷮhͪaͣn ᴛⷮhͪeͤmͫ,̓ rͬiͥghͪᴛⷮ noͦw”.

Vlad nods a little, “reasonable”, sighing again and looking off to the side, “and Valerie?”.

Danny’s… conflicted about that. He knows she probably didn’t mean for all of that to happen to him. She probably just thought Jack would embarrass the guy by beating him up and take simple ectoplasm samples. Danny knew better, Vlad did too, even before this. Jack’s and Maddie’s dehumanising of ghosts was extreme and made them okay with doing awful things. “Iͥ… waͣnᴛⷮ ᴛⷮoͦ ᴋⷦnoͦw whͪaͣᴛⷮ s͛hͪeͤ mͫeͤaͣnᴛⷮ ᴛⷮoͦ hͪaͣрⷬрⷬeͤn. Iͥf s͛hͪeͤ… ᴋⷦneͤw hͪoͦw dͩaͣngeͤrͬoͦuͧs͛ ᴛⷮhͪeͤy cͨoͦuͧldͩ вⷡeͤ”.

“And if she did?”.

“ᴛⷮhͪeͤn s͛hͪeͤ’s͛ noͦᴛⷮ woͦrͬᴛⷮhͪ вⷡeͤiͥng neͤaͣrͬ oͦrͬ ᴛⷮaͣlᴋⷦiͥng ᴛⷮoͦ. Iͥf s͛hͪeͤ waͣnᴛⷮs͛ ᴛⷮoͦ ᴛⷮhͪrͬoͦw hͪaͣndͩs͛ ᴛⷮhͪeͤn fiͥneͤ”. If she’s remotely okay with what was done to Vlad, then he seriously misjudged her and he’s taking that suit away from her. He’ll rip the nanobots out of her, she doesn’t need them to be healthy or live. She can hate him all she wants for it, he doesn’t care. “S͛hͪeͤ woͦn’ᴛⷮ geͤᴛⷮ ᴛⷮoͦ вⷡeͤ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ Rͬeͤdͩ нⷩuͧnᴛⷮrͬeͤs͛s͛ aͣnymͫoͦrͬeͤ”.

Vlad nods agreeingly, “you’re far too protective”, frowning, “though I suppose it’s needed far more than I wanted to acknowledge previously”, rolling his wrist, “she led me into a trap, one I’m assuming she got Jack to set up by telling him Plasmius would be in that area. He had the place rigged with launchers that shot spiked balls that destabilised my ectoplasm enough that I couldn’t move. It was quite unpleasant realising that”.

Danny wincing, “mͫoͦdͩdͩeͤdͩ dͩrͬyeͤrͬ вⷡaͣlls͛,̓ eͤcͨᴛⷮoͦ-̄liͥn��ⷮeͤrͬs͛. Iͥ feͤll oͦn ᴛⷮhͪoͦs͛eͤ oͦncͨeͤ,̓ рⷬaͣiͥnfuͧl. ᴛⷮuͧcͨᴋⷦ mͫoͦvͮeͤdͩ mͫeͤ aͣrͬoͦuͧndͩ liͥᴋⷦeͤ aͣ cͨaͣrͬdͩвⷡoͦaͣrͬdͩ s͛ᴛⷮaͣndͩeͤeͤ foͦrͬ aͣn hͪoͦuͧrͬ”.

Vlad eyes him, “I couldn’t move for days. The perks of being king I suppose”; he sounded a bit jealous, but… if it had worn off quicker then perhaps Vlad could have gotten away.

Danny swallows, “Yeͤaͣhͪ”, shuffling to sink into the cushion a bit more, engulf himself with it, “aͣmͫ Iͥ rͬeͤaͣlly,̓ yoͦuͧ ᴋⷦnoͦw?”.

Vlad looks at him like he’s dumb, “yes, Daniel. Yes you are. I would think your current and previous form would have made that clear”.

“hͪuͧhͪ”.

Vlad rolls his eyes fondly, the two sitting in silence for a bit, Danny aggressively wanting the chair to just swallow him into the black void or something. Then Vlad speaks up again, “what are you going to do now? After what… he did? They know, about both of us”.

Danny frowns, he’s honestly not sure. He can’t, won’t, go back to FentonWorks, not right now maybe not ever. Obviously he can’t right now while looking like some kind of messed up forest monster, even if he was almost more human sized now. Ugh, his bones felt so freaking long; it makes him want to wiggle them out but that feels like he’ll just make them longer and he doesn’t want that. Can he even look Jack in the eye? Yes, clearly his… dad? was extremely upset and disturbed by what he did or found out, he didn’t even know his dad drank! That Jack drank. Then there was the… state -flexing a few toes- that room was left in. Scowling a little, disgusting as it was, horrific as it was, as much hurt was in there; Jack left and didn’t re-enter. Forcing himself to stop basically baring his teeth, too many teeth, Ancients. Staring at the wall rather than Vlad, ignoring how the light from his eyes bounces off things, “dͩiͥdͩ hͪeͤ leͤaͣvͮeͤ,̓ aͣs͛ s͛oͦoͦn aͣs͛ yoͦuͧ,̓ yoͦuͧ ᴋⷦnoͦw,̓ cͨhͪaͣngeͤdͩ”.

Vlad frowns and nods, “he vomited, actually. Practically had to drag himself out, staggering and sweating the whole way. He… didn’t look that bad back when I had my accident”, furrowing his brows, “I think he cried, but I couldn’t exactly focus on the sound”. He’s got a distant look in his eyes, a sad one. Sometimes Danny wonders if, just maybe, if Jack and Maddie had just visited Vlad and supported him, then perhaps they’d still be friends. Maybe not great friends, but actual friends. Those two failed him miserably, even if that didn’t excuse him being a fruitloop at them. This though, Jack ripping him open, did excuse it.

Danny clenching his hands up and huffing aggressively at the air, he seemed to be… even more protective in this, er, state. Or maybe just had a harder time controlling his ghostly behaviours and shit. It made him feel a lot more monstrous. “ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ’s͛ goͦoͦdͩ,̓ Iͥ ᴛⷮhͪiͥnᴋⷦ”, scratching his head and wincing at how sharp the ice claw things were, “aͣndͩ ᴛⷮhͪeͤy вⷡoͦᴛⷮhͪ leͤᴛⷮ mͫeͤ leͤaͣvͮeͤ,̓ leͤᴛⷮ uͧs͛ leͤaͣvͮeͤ. Eͤvͮeͤn wiͥᴛⷮhͪ S͛ᴋⷦuͧlᴋⷦeͤrͬ ᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬeͤ рⷬoͦiͥnᴛⷮiͥng aͣ guͧn aͣᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪeͤmͫ”.

Vlad blinks, surprise barely hidden, “Skulker was with you?”.

Danny nodding, a little surprised himself, that Vlad hadn’t noticed. Guess the guys attention was really only on those more important to him, Danny’s self was probably really distracting too ‘cause he knows he was messing up with his human and ghost forms. “yeͤaͣhͪ,̓ Iͥ aͣs͛ᴋⷦeͤdͩ hͪiͥmͫ ᴛⷮoͦ fiͥndͩ yoͦuͧ aͣndͩ hͪeͤ dͩiͥdͩ”.

Vlad hums, “I suppose I’ll have to up his pay then”. Danny just huffs a snort at that. Vlad continuing after a beat, “Jack, I’m not surprised, he believes he made a mistake. Maddie… I’d like to say she was as, if not more, upset at my state than him; but I know that would be a lie. She was upset because of you, the reveal of you, and you being a proper ghost at her”.

Danny wincing, tail coiling in on itself and the quills ‘frilling’ out or something, “Iͥ hͪoͦрⷬeͤ Iͥ dͩiͥdͩn’ᴛⷮ hͪuͧrͬᴛⷮ hͪeͤrͬ ᴛⷮoͦoͦ вⷡaͣdͩly. ᴛⷮhͪeͤy… aͣs͛ᴋⷦeͤdͩ mͫeͤ ᴛⷮoͦ s͛ᴛⷮaͣy aͣwaͣy,̓ dͩiͥdͩn’ᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪeͤy?”.

“Daniel, you and I both know she didn’t mean permanently”. Danny glances at him and then goes back to staring at the wall. Vlad wheezing a little, “you’re thinking about not going back, aren’t you?”. Danny nods a little, prompting Vlad to continue, “you’re welcome to stay with me, of course”.

Danny fiddles with the claw finger things in front of his faces eyes, some of the floating eyes staring at them too. On one hand, living with Vlad is what wound up resulting in Dan, but that was years ago and Dan wasn’t some kind of eldritch ghost king. On the other hand, or one of his other hands he guesses geez that was freaky, he can’t imagine living with Vlad without them trying to break each other eventually. However… Vlad being alone right now feels incredibly wrong in an instinctual and primal way, a non-human way that’s possessive and hungry. He doesn’t like it. But he likes the idea of Vlad having a break down by himself over Danny not wanting to stay with him, even less. And sure, the guys kinda crazy, but he’s gotten a lot better. He was never going to be his dad, never. But maybe being uncle a little more genuinely wasn’t such a bad idea, “yoͦuͧ’vͮeͤ goͦᴛⷮ aͣ cͨoͦoͦl cͨaͣᴛⷮ”.

Vlad smirks, chuckling a little and shaking his head. Resting his chin on a palm and rubbing his chest a little with the other, “you know where your room is. There’s gummy bears in there like always, you child”.

“iͥs͛n’ᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ rͬuͧdͩeͤ ᴛⷮoͦ s͛aͣy ᴛⷮoͦ yoͦuͧrͬ s͛oͦrͬᴛⷮaͣ goͦdͩ?”.

“Start acting like a god then”.

Danny squirms or squiggles and makes a point to stick his tongue out at the man, even if his heart and core aren’t really in it. Neither of them really have anything in the banter anyways. “Iͥ feͤdͩ yoͦuͧrͬ cͨaͣᴛⷮ,̓ вⷡy ᴛⷮhͪeͤ waͣy,̓ whͪiͥleͤ hͪeͤ hͪaͣdͩ yoͦuͧ”.

Vlad sags a bit bonelessly, looking genuinely relieved for the first time, “good. I’m glad she wasn’t left alone”.

Danny twitches, he really doesn’t want to be laying/sitting here anymore. Flopping his feet and legs on the ground fully, that long lower part of his legs attached to a weird backwards knee laying flat on the ground as he does actually try to push himself back standing up. Vlad quirking an eyebrow at, “and what do you think you’re doing?”.

Danny shaking his arms out a bit, why did his arms feels so much lighter than his hands? Ew. “Iͥ waͣnᴛⷮ ᴛⷮoͦ mͫoͦvͮeͤ aͣndͩ Iͥ waͣnᴛⷮ ᴛⷮoͦ рⷬuͧᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ feͤaͣrͬ oͦf aͣ goͦdͩ iͥn Vͮaͣl”, pointing at Vlad and struggling not to stagger a bit, growling at him, “Iͥ aͣmͫ cͨoͦmͫiͥng вⷡaͣcͨᴋⷦ aͣndͩ ᴋⷦnoͦw ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ iͥf yoͦuͧ’rͬeͤ noͦᴛⷮ hͪeͤrͬeͤ,̓ Iͥ’mͫ goͦiͥng ᴛⷮoͦ fiͥndͩ yoͦuͧ aͣndͩ s͛waͣdͩdͩleͤ yoͦuͧ oͦrͬ s͛oͦmͫeͤᴛⷮhͪiͥng eͤquͧaͣlly вⷡaͣвⷡyiͥng”.

Vlad puts his hands up, standing up as well, “understood, even if I wanted to I wouldn’t make very far”, dropping his hands, “it’ll be a while before I am genuinely healed, Daniel”.

Danny quirking a worried eyebrow, stepping forward a little jerkily, “eͤvͮeͤn wiͥᴛⷮhͪ whͪaͣᴛⷮ Iͥ dͩiͥdͩ? Yoͦuͧ feͤeͤl s͛ᴛⷮaͣвⷡleͤ?”.

“I lost blood too, far too much, you can’t fix that beyond packing me with enough ecto-energy to have plenty for my core to transition over to blood. I’m stable, yes, but my energy is quite volatile, I’ll fall apart if I so much as try to transform”.

Danny winces, okay, point taken. But he was better, healed, healing, it’s enough. Right now… he has to protect Vlad by making sure this never happens again. Him going to float up in the air and instead slamming himself into the ceiling, him snarling at said ceiling on instinct before blushing, whoops. He’d thought he’d been strong before, now it felt like he had a direct connection to the Infinite Realm and it was just shoving raw power at him; he… seemed to be sending some back but still. Weird. Not really good. Putting a hand on the ceiling to help hold himself in spot, looking down at Vlad with all his eyes, “dͩoͦ yoͦuͧ ᴛⷮhͪiͥnᴋⷦ hͪuͧmͫaͣns͛ cͨaͣn hͪaͣndͩleͤ s͛eͤeͤiͥng mͫeͤ? Liͥᴋⷦeͤ ᴛⷮhͪiͥs͛? Oͦrͬ liͥᴋⷦeͤ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ? Iͥ feͤeͤl liͥᴋⷦeͤ Iͥ loͦoͦᴋⷦ liͥᴋⷦeͤ aͣ niͥghͪᴛⷮmͫaͣrͬeͤ“.

Vlad gives him an actually encouraging smile, “it’s not a bad look, Daniel, for a ghost”, then giving him that judgmental look he often did, “if you let loose your full ghost king form on her then she will pass out and your voice won’t make sense to purely human ears”.

Danny groaning exaggeratedly, figures, that, frankly just makes him feel worse about that form. Tail flicking a bit, this was… going to take a while to get used to. He also doesn’t really want anyone, who wasn’t a ghost anyways, knowing about his apparent freaking kingship. Moving the hand that isn’t on the ceiling to grab the crown a bit and trying to will it away, jerking when that seems to work, “oͦhͪ! Oͦᴋⷦaͣy. Iͥ cͨaͣn? woͦrͬᴋⷦ wiͥᴛⷮhͪ ᴛⷮhͪiͥs͛? Iͥ ᴛⷮhͪiͥnᴋⷦ?”.

Vlad chuckles at him shaking his head and walking over to his china cabinet, pulling out a bottle and a whiskey glass, “ridiculous”, sighing as he pours a honestly excessive amount, “do not bring Ms. Gray back here, I will hurt her”, his eyes flashing red dangerously just to make his threat very clear; even if that also seems to make he’s knees buckle a little before he can straighten himself out.

Danny is having none of that but he gets it, “Iͥ dͩoͦn’ᴛⷮ waͣnᴛⷮ hͪeͤrͬ neͤaͣrͬ yoͦuͧ aͣndͩ wiͥll juͧs͛ᴛⷮ s͛ᴛⷮaͣrͬᴛⷮ s͛hͪrͬiͥeͤᴋⷦiͥng aͣᴛⷮ hͪeͤrͬ liͥᴋⷦeͤ aͣ feͤrͬaͣl cͨaͣᴛⷮ iͥf s͛hͪeͤ s͛hͪoͦws͛”. Vlad huffing a small laugh while Danny eyes the liquor, “ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ s͛ᴛⷮuͧff’s͛ вⷡaͣdͩ foͦrͬ yoͦuͧ”.

“I really do not care, Daniel. I need to drown myself into numbness right now”.

“Rͬiͥghͪᴛⷮ…”, Danny’s not going to touch that one.

:Chap. 4:

You Set Up This Fall, You Get To Know It All

By the time Danny’s spotted Val, in her Red Huntress gear, he knows he’s a bit bigger, bit longer? than when he was at Vlad’s but he thinks he’s got a handle on himself. At least he got the cape to go away in that same time, and the size increase has definitely decreased the amount of star mist and random floating eyes that can be mouths.

She’s in a fire fight with Skulker, the one ghost that Danny doesn’t want her fighting right now, the one full ghost he doesn’t want her fighting right now. But Skulker doesn’t look like he’s ‘enjoying the hunt’, he just looks pissed. Jack… must have told him what happened, who set everything in motion. Danny watching, head peeking over a roof top and claws scrapping into the rooftop, as she grumbles, “what is with him today? What happened to ‘it’s just sparring’ Skulker? It’s like It’s actually trying to kill me or something. Ugh. Stupid ghosts”.

Skulker shooting at her again, “you truly don’t get what you’ve done”. Yeah, Skulker knows, and he’s pissed. Was he pissed because he did care somewhat about Vlad? Or because that level of hurt was just plain wrong? Or because his king was pissed and completely lost his shit?

Whatever. He’s the one who’s going to have this conversation with her. She’s his too and Skulker doesn’t get to hurt her either. Him putting a hand to his head, wincing and noting how his fingers can curl around his whole skull, ugh. He wants her to be scared of him right now though, so he’ll accept it.

Skulker gets in a good hit, smashing a mini bomb into her shoulder, making her wince and zip away from the ghost some. Now. Danny lunges, all snarl, “R̴̢̙̪̀̈́͝E̵͚̦͎͒̐D̸̠̙͉́͐”, and smashes her down into a roof top, torso and shoulders pinned under his claws and palm. Skulker jerking in the air with a startled, “shit, Phantom”.

Danny putting his face in a very startled Valerie’s face, hissing, “weͤ,̓ aͣrͬeͤ hͪaͣvͮiͥng aͣ liͥᴛⷮᴛⷮleͤ ᴛⷮaͣlᴋⷦ. N̸̪͖͇̽͋́O̸̡͇̻̾̚W̸̦͓̐͌͋“, lifting his head to look at Skulker and narrowing his eyes, “yoͦuͧ dͩiͥdͩ goͦoͦdͩ,̓ вⷡuͧᴛⷮ leͤaͣvͮeͤ”. Skulker nodding rapidly and effectively fleeing; Danny’s tail swishing contentedly before he turns his attention back to Val.

She shoots him point blank in the face immediately, “what the zone are you? Who are you, ghost?”.

He barely cares she doesn’t recognise him, he bites her gun into thirds, spitting the middle part that’s inside of his mouth out across the roof as the other pieces clatter down, “aͣвⷡs͛oͦluͧᴛⷮeͤly noͦᴛⷮ,̓ Rͬeͤdͩ”.

She blinks at him, muttering, “‘Red’”, to herself, and then her face visor opens up, “Phantom? What the zone happened to you?!? And what are you doing!?!”.

Danny chuckles meanly, dropping his feet and legs out of floating in the air, so that they’re planted on the roof, him basically hunched loomingly over her, “whͪaͣᴛⷮ hͪaͣрⷬрⷬeͤneͤdͩ iͥs͛ yoͦuͧ рⷬiͥs͛s͛eͤdͩ mͫeͤ oͦff”. She stills when he grabs her helmet with his other hand and crushes it off in pieces, sticking his face in hers, even if his is much bigger right now; the mist eyes crowding around her face to stare further. She smells scared, good. “Iͥ foͦuͧndͩ Vͮlaͣdͩ,̓ waͣnᴛⷮ ᴛⷮoͦ ᴋⷦnoͦw hͪoͦw Iͥ foͦuͧndͩ hͪiͥmͫ? whͪaͣᴛⷮ s͛ᴛⷮaͣᴛⷮeͤ hͪeͤ waͣs͛ iͥn?“.

She nods stiffly and slowly at him, voice sounding a bit strained, “yes?”.

Danny snarls, all teeth, too many as there are, “нⷩaͣvͮeͤ yoͦuͧ eͤvͮeͤrͬ s͛eͤeͤn s͛oͦmͫeͤoͦneͤ fiͥlleͤᴛⷮ aͣ fiͥs͛hͪ вⷡeͤfoͦrͬeͤ? Oͦrͬ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ Aͣngeͤl ᴛⷮrͬaͣрⷬ iͥn S͛aͣw? Whͪaͣᴛⷮ aͣвⷡoͦuͧᴛⷮ s͛oͦmͫeͤoͦneͤ wiͥᴛⷮhͪ ᴛⷮhͪeͤiͥrͬ eͤyeͤs͛ ᴛⷮoͦrͬn oͦuͧᴛⷮ oͦf ᴛⷮhͪeͤiͥrͬ s͛ᴋⷦuͧll?н̡̼̘̫ⷩ͜͜a̟̻̠̪͔ͣv̡̙̞̠̦ͮe͍͚̟̦̺ͤ y̠̘̻o̻͕̠̫̘͔ͦu̦͉̙̘̫͎ͧ?͎̞͖!͚̙̫”.

She pales, good, shaking her head, “Jack- he- he wouldn’t-”.

“нⷩeͤ dͩiͥdͩ”, narrowing his eyes at her, all of them, “Aͣndͩ cͨaͣrͬeͤ ᴛⷮoͦ guͧeͤs͛s͛ whͪaͣᴛⷮ hͪeͤ’s͛ dͩoͦiͥng noͦw? Aͣfᴛⷮeͤrͬ Vͮlaͣdͩ cͨhͪaͣngeͤdͩ вⷡaͣcͨᴋⷦ aͣndͩ hͪeͤ rͬeͤaͣliͥs͛eͤdͩ hͪeͤ’dͩ mͫaͣngleͤdͩ hͪiͥs͛ oͦncͨeͤ вⷡeͤs͛ᴛⷮ frͬiͥeͤndͩ?”, his glow feels like it’s moving and wiggling more like flames than a proper glow.

This time, her voice is a squeak and she’s shaking lightly, “w-what-t?”.

“Dͩrͬiͥnᴋⷦiͥng. Aͣfᴛⷮeͤrͬ vͮoͦmͫiͥᴛⷮiͥng aͣndͩ cͨrͬyiͥng foͦrͬ fuͧcͨᴋⷦ ᴋⷦnoͦws͛ hͪoͦw loͦng”, moving a foot to be pinning her with that instead so he can stand more up right and stare down at her a bit more menacingly, “dͩoͦ yoͦuͧ hͪaͣvͮeͤ aͣny cͨluͧeͤ hͪoͦw mͫuͧcͨhͪ hͪuͧrͬᴛⷮ yoͦuͧrͬ s͛ᴛⷮuͧрⷬiͥdͩ vͮeͤngeͤfuͧl cͨrͬaͣрⷬ hͪaͣs͛ cͨaͣuͧs͛eͤdͩ? Noͦ,̓ yoͦuͧ dͩoͦn’ᴛⷮ”, pointing a claw in her face, “yoͦuͧ’rͬeͤ cͨoͦmͫiͥng wiͥᴛⷮhͪ mͫeͤ rͬiͥghͪᴛⷮ noͦw,̓ weͤᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬ yoͦuͧ liͥᴋⷦeͤ iͥᴛⷮ oͦrͬ noͦᴛⷮ. Aͣndͩ ᴋⷦnoͦw ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ iͥf iͥᴛⷮ waͣs͛n’ᴛⷮ foͦrͬ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ faͣcͨᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ Iͥ ᴋⷦnoͦw yoͦuͧ dͩiͥdͩn’ᴛⷮ mͫeͤaͣn foͦrͬ ᴛⷮhͪiͥs͛ ᴛⷮoͦ hͪaͣрⷬрⷬeͤn,̓ Iͥ woͦuͧldͩ rͬiͥрⷬ ᴛⷮhͪoͦs͛eͤ naͣnoͦ вⷡoͦᴛⷮs͛ oͦuͧᴛⷮ oͦf yoͦuͧ mͫys͛eͤlf,̓ вⷡy aͣny mͫeͤaͣns͛ neͤcͨeͤs͛s͛aͣrͬy”. And floats up with her trapped in his one foot, moving to float off back to Naperville.

He hated that town now. Wanted nothing to do with it. But she was going to see this, even if it gave her some nightmares. Because, by fuck, were him and Vlad going to be having them.

Val doesn’t even try to fight him, mostly staring wide-eyed, possibly in a bit of genuine medical shock. Muttering to herself after a long while, “I- I didn’t- the Fenton’s- I- zone”.

Danny ignores that the mini GAV’s gone, he’s not sure he cares. If they were still here or not it wouldn't matter. If they thought him more a monster now then whatever, they already thought he was a monster anyways. He’s tempted to toss her on the floor, but he doesn’t want more hurt. So he just drops her gently on it, her pushing herself up with her hands, sitting on her ankles and staring into the room; arms falling to her sides. Danny planting both his feet on the ground, looking at the pain room instead of her. There’s been no attempt to clean. Good… he… doesn’t want those two touching Vlad’s blood and ectoplasm. It makes him want to wiggle himself out and cover the room, consume up everything and destroy what’s left to ash and dust; nothing but broken pain memories remaining to be seen.

His head smacks into the outer ceiling, him wincing and putting a hand to the ceiling, making a point to fold himself up a bit again. He thinks he’s got too many arms again. He pokes her with a finger… from his lower left arm, ugh, he doesn’t know how much he does or doesn’t want that to be noticed by her.

She jerks forward, catching herself with her hands; at least she finally says something, “I- this is horrific. I didn’t- didn’t think they’d ever… go this far. Zone- It’s- this is… there’s so much”, putting a hand over her mouth and gagging, eyes watering.

… Danny, almost feels like a jerk. But she needs to see this. Huffing, it’s almost a snarl, “dͩoͦn’ᴛⷮ foͦrͬgeͤᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ yoͦuͧ’rͬeͤ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ niͥcͨeͤ ghͪoͦs͛ᴛⷮ hͪuͧnᴛⷮeͤrͬ eͤvͮeͤrͬ aͣgaͣiͥn”.

“I- I won’t”. Some of the wires and metal sway in the breeze, making her flinch.

“ᴋⷦnoͦw ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ iͥf Jaͣcͨᴋⷦ geͤᴛⷮs͛ aͣlcͨoͦhͪoͦl рⷬoͦiͥs͛oͦniͥng oͦrͬ dͩoͦeͤs͛ s͛oͦmͫeͤᴛⷮhͪiͥng ᴛⷮoͦ hͪuͧrͬᴛⷮ hͪiͥmͫs͛eͤlf,̓ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ’s͛ oͦn yoͦuͧ”, scowling, “aͣndͩ s͛ᴛⷮaͣy ᴛⷮhͪeͤ Zoͦneͤ aͣwaͣy frͬoͦmͫ Vͮlaͣdͩ. Iͥ dͩoͦn’ᴛⷮ hͪaͣᴛⷮeͤ yoͦuͧ foͦrͬ ᴛⷮhͪiͥs͛ вⷡuͧᴛⷮ iͥᴛⷮ’s͛ aͣ dͩaͣmͫn cͨloͦs͛eͤ ᴛⷮhͪiͥng. Jaͣcͨᴋⷦ… Jaͣcͨᴋⷦ Iͥ mͫiͥghͪᴛⷮ juͧs͛ᴛⷮ hͪaͣᴛⷮeͤ. S͛oͦ cͨoͦngrͬaͣᴛⷮs͛ oͦn ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ“, turning away and floating up, moving away a little, “fiͥndͩ yoͦuͧrͬ oͦwn waͣy hͪoͦmͫeͤ. Feͤeͤl frͬeͤeͤ ᴛⷮoͦ ᴛⷮaͣᴋⷦeͤ yoͦuͧrͬ ᴛⷮiͥmͫeͤ”. That’s a bit of a threat and he’s pretty sure both of them know that. She just nods slowly, and shifts into a different sitting position.

Perhaps… he can see her in a bit better light and be more okay with her if she stays here a while, just stares and takes in the aftermath.

Him heading off back to Amity, he’ll burn everything to nothing when she’s not here.

“I screwed up, I screwed up real bad, dad”.

Is Vlad still at home when Danny gets back there? Yeah. Yeah he is. He’s also extremely drunk. Extremely. Just laying on the tile in one of his bathrooms, button up shirt completely unbuttoned and splayed open wide. The room smells like vomit. It’s… not great. Danny’s still a little jerky about walking and his stance is weirdly wide, but he walks himself over to the man, “yoͦuͧ loͦoͦᴋⷦ liͥᴋⷦeͤ s͛hͪiͥᴛⷮ”.

Vlad grumbling, slurred, “weeeelll, I feee ‘reate”, and makes zero attempts to move. Danny’s sigh is almost fond as he moves to lift the man up, he only drags him out by one step before the phone goes off.

On Vlad’s personal line.

Only a few people used that. Himself, Sam and Tuck in emergencies, Val, and Maddie and Jack.

He doesn’t want to answer it.

He knows he has to.

But still.

He doesn’t want to.

He puts Vlad down gently, his aura felt better but he still felt like shattered glass. One wrong push and, oops, everything crumbles.

“Is… is Vlad okay?”.

It’s Jack’s voice.

It’s Jack.

The one who 尺讠尸尸🝗ᗪ ᐯ㇄闩ᗪ 闩尸闩尺七.

He unfolds more than he’d like but he’s… more himself? still aware and not a pure obsessive nightmare. Him hopping up onto the counter and crouching like a goblin as a way to be off the ground but not floating, those bunny ear horns bending and glitching like searching tv antenna, “山͉͍͖卄͙͎͉丫̝̺”. Him twitching, rolling his shoulders and eyeballing the ceiling with a few mist eyes to make sure he’s not getting too close to it with his size. Growling, “hͪeͤ’s͛ fiͥneͤ,̓ noͦ ᴛⷮhͪaͣnᴋⷦs͛ ᴛⷮoͦ 丫ㄖㄩ”.

He can feel the wince over the line, good. He hopes he sounds like a nightmare right now. “Dan…ny?”. Danny huffs, dragging an ice clawed hand down his face, instead of responding. Jack speaking back up when that becomes clear to him, “the silent treatment makes sense, I… did a bad thing. How was- how was I supposed to know that- to- that. God. Ghosts… are supposed to be dead”.

Danny shouldn’t be spending his time consoling Jack, this situations true monster. Eyes become mouths and his voice reverberates loudly, “工’ᐯ🝗 爪闩ᗪ🝗 闩 爪讠丂〸闩长🝗⸝ ⻏丫 🝗ᐯ🝗尺 〸尺ㄩ丂〸讠𝓝Ꮆ 讠𝓝 丫ㄖㄩ”.

“Dann-”.

“𝓝ㄖ 丫ㄖㄩ ᗪㄖ𝓝’七 Ꮆ🝗セ 七ㄖ ᗪ闩𝓝𝓝丫 爪🝗. Wiͥll yoͦuͧ faͣcͨeͤ yoͦuͧrͬs͛eͤlf aͣndͩ ᴛⷮeͤll hͪiͥmͫ whͪaͣᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ rͬeͤaͣs͛oͦn iͥs͛? Whͪy yoͦuͧ 七ㄖ尺🝗 hͪiͥmͫ aͣрⷬaͣrͬᴛⷮ? Oͦrͬ wiͥll yoͦuͧ s͛ᴛⷮoͦрⷬ waͣlloͦwiͥng iͥn yoͦuͧrͬ s͛eͤlf рⷬiͥᴛⷮy liͥᴋⷦeͤ yoͦuͧ hͪaͣvͮeͤ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ rͬiͥghͪᴛⷮ ᴛⷮoͦ. Whͪaͣᴛⷮ iͥf hͪeͤ 尸🝗尺讠丂卄🝗ᗪ вⷡy yoͦuͧrͬ hͪaͣndͩ? Вⷡuͧᴛⷮ Iͥ guͧeͤs͛s͛ iͥf aͣ ghͪoͦs͛ᴛⷮ iͥs͛ 🝗𝓝ᗪ🝗ᗪ,̓ iͥᴛⷮ laͣcͨᴋⷦs͛ aͣny mͫeͤaͣniͥng,̓ s͛oͦ whͪaͣᴛⷮ s͛hͪoͦuͧldͩ yoͦuͧ cͨaͣrͬeͤ”.

“That’s not- zone Vlad- he’s not going to… perish is he? Oh who am I kidding, neither of you probably want- I didn’t mean- I thought- Ghosts are… they’re not human, they’re just not. There’s no heart, there shouldn’t be sentience- I- research of humanities safety should be good but- all it was wrong, I was wrong”.

At least he can admit that much. At least him being freaked out still, broke still, meant this truly impacted him, truly hurt him. Danny using one leg to stretch down to the floor, barely having to unbend the limb, and walk over to Vlad. He’s muttering about wanting his cat, Danny can do that. Danny can help. Be good. Heal. Moving some of his mist self to pick her up from a study room and move her to him. She grumbles, hissing, at Danny but doesn’t object to Vlad grabbing her to him and snuggling her. Danny blinking harshly, “Whͪaͣᴛⷮ’s͛ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ dͩiͥffeͤrͬeͤncͨeͤ вⷡeͤᴛⷮweͤeͤn uͧs͛,̓ вⷡeͤᴛⷮweͤeͤn ghͪoͦs͛ᴛⷮs͛ aͣndͩ ᴛⷮhͪeͤiͥrͬ cͨoͦrͬeͤs͛,̓ aͣndͩ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ вⷡuͧndͩleͤ oͦf faͣllaͣcͨiͥeͤs͛ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ yoͦuͧ cͨaͣll aͣ hͪeͤaͣrͬᴛⷮ. Yoͦuͧrͬ aͣnᴛⷮhͪrͬoͦрⷬoͦcͨeͤnᴛⷮrͬiͥs͛mͫ hͪaͣs͛ ᴛⷮaͣiͥnᴛⷮeͤdͩ yoͦuͧrͬs͛,̓ hͪuͧвⷡrͬiͥs͛ cͨoͦns͛uͧmͫiͥng yoͦuͧ”. He’s talking like Vlad almost, because he was near? Because, in a hind brain way, he knew what the man wanted to say to Jack if any aspect of him would be up for such a thing.

“I- you’re right. You’re right. We were, never trying to disprove ourselves, I never was. We should have known, we should have seen, but the lies fit what we wanted to believe”.

Danny huffs, cracking his neck sharply from side to side and folding himself up a bit better, he almost… feels like he could be human again but things… just keep aggravating him. “Iͥ guͧeͤs͛s͛ aͣ s͛ᴛⷮoͦrͬmͫ oͦf вⷡloͦoͦdͩ,̓ fleͤs͛hͪ,̓ aͣndͩ guͧᴛⷮs͛ waͣs͛ aͣll ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ waͣs͛ neͤeͤdͩeͤdͩ ᴛⷮoͦ rͬiͥрⷬ eͤvͮeͤrͬyᴛⷮhͪiͥng wiͥndͩ oͦрⷬeͤn,̓ hͪuͧhͪ? Cͨoͦrͬrͬoͦdͩeͤ aͣwaͣy ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ вⷡliͥs͛s͛fuͧl iͥgnoͦrͬaͣncͨeͤ?”.

“Yeah… I- I’m so so sorry. Not for knowing, for- for doing. Is your… form better now? I want to know how you two are like this but- zone I don’t have the right. Are you okay?”.

Danny sighing, running a hand through his hair, over the small horn bumps, good that’s… good. He’s still too long, everything too long and stretched out, still hugging his middle with those second set of arms he spawned when he was around Val. But he was at least more folded in in some places. “noͦ,̓ Jaͣcͨᴋⷦ,̓ noͦ Iͥ’mͫ noͦᴛⷮ. Noͦ hͪeͤ’s͛ noͦᴛⷮ. Aͣndͩ noͦ yoͦuͧ dͩoͦn’ᴛⷮ. Iͥf yoͦuͧ hͪaͣdͩ aͣs͛ᴋⷦeͤdͩ aͣrͬoͦuͧndͩ aͣᴛⷮ oͦneͤ ᴛⷮiͥmͫeͤ,̓ yoͦuͧ mͫiͥghͪᴛⷮ hͪaͣvͮeͤ foͦuͧndͩ oͦuͧᴛⷮ. Oͦuͧrͬ iͥns͛iͥdͩeͤs͛ aͣrͬeͤ iͥnfaͣmͫoͦuͧs͛. Noͦneͤ woͦuͧldͩ dͩaͣrͬeͤ ᴛⷮeͤll yoͦuͧ noͦw,̓ aͣfᴛⷮeͤrͬ ᴛⷮhͪiͥs͛,̓ aͣny goͦoͦdͩ wiͥll oͦrͬ ᴛⷮoͦleͤrͬaͣncͨeͤ yoͦuͧ mͫiͥghͪᴛⷮ hͪaͣvͮeͤ hͪaͣdͩ wiͥᴛⷮhͪ ghͪoͦs͛ᴛⷮs͛ iͥs͛ goͦneͤ. ᴛⷮhͪeͤ oͦnly rͬeͤaͣs͛oͦn S͛ᴋⷦuͧlᴋⷦeͤrͬ dͩiͥdͩn’ᴛⷮ goͦ aͣfᴛⷮeͤrͬ yoͦuͧ,̓ iͥs͛ вⷡeͤcͨaͣuͧs͛eͤ hͪeͤ ᴋⷦnoͦws͛ Iͥ woͦuͧldͩ hͪaͣvͮeͤ вⷡrͬoͦᴋⷦeͤn hͪiͥmͫ foͦrͬ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ. Mⷨaͣdͩ aͣndͩ hͪuͧrͬᴛⷮ oͦrͬ noͦᴛⷮ,̓ mͫy mͫaͣᴋⷦeͤrͬs͛ aͣrͬeͤ oͦff liͥmͫiͥᴛⷮs͛ foͦrͬ s͛eͤrͬiͥoͦuͧs͛ hͪuͧrͬᴛⷮ”.

“Will… you be okay? Vladdie? I… understand if you don’t want to come home but, we do want you back though. Me, and your mom. I- you don’t even have to call me dad anymore, if you don’t want”. Danny can tell being called ‘Jack’ by who he knew to be his son, hurt the man. But ‘dad’ was a word that felt like lead and poison in his mouth right now.

Danny grinding his teeth, sharp points clinking against each other, “yeͤs͛. Whͪy woͦuͧldͩ Iͥ goͦ вⷡaͣcͨᴋⷦ ᴛⷮoͦ aͣ hͪoͦuͧs͛eͤ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ aͣᴛⷮᴛⷮaͣcͨᴋⷦs͛ mͫeͤ aͣs͛ aͣ dͩeͤfeͤncͨeͤ mͫeͤcͨhͪaͣniͥs͛mͫ? Aͣ hͪoͦuͧs͛eͤ wiͥᴛⷮhͪ рⷬeͤoͦрⷬleͤ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ woͦuͧldͩ hͪaͣvͮeͤ 七ㄖ尺𝓝 爪🝗 闩尸闩尺〸 iͥf Iͥ’dͩ вⷡeͤeͤn ᴛⷮhͪeͤ oͦneͤ yoͦuͧ cͨaͣuͧghͪᴛⷮ iͥns͛ᴛⷮeͤaͣdͩ? Yoͦuͧ’rͬeͤ mͫy mͫaͣᴋⷦeͤrͬs͛,̓ рⷬaͣrͬeͤnᴛⷮs͛,̓ s͛ᴛⷮiͥll,̓ вⷡuͧᴛⷮ yoͦuͧ dͩoͦn’ᴛⷮ geͤᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ ᴛⷮiͥᴛⷮleͤ rͬiͥghͪᴛⷮ noͦw. Vͮlaͣdͩ’s͛ waͣnᴛⷮeͤdͩ ᴛⷮoͦ вⷡeͤ aͣ faͣᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬ fiͥguͧrͬeͤ oͦf mͫiͥneͤ foͦrͬ aͣ loͦng ᴛⷮiͥmͫeͤ,̓ mͫaͣyвⷡeͤ Iͥ’ll juͧs͛ᴛⷮ leͤᴛⷮ hͪiͥmͫ dͩoͦ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ”. Danny… doesn’t fully mean that, he knows he doesn’t, but… maybe he did want to upset Jack a little and maybe he just wanted to know how the man would respond.

“I- yeah. He’d… probably do right by you more than I have. Sorry. You… you don’t have to come back and we’ll leave you alone, stay away, if that’s what you want”.

He’s not sure if he’s angry Jack just agreed to that or content that Jack realised how much wrong he’d done and so many times. “Iͥ’ll cͨoͦmͫeͤ вⷡaͣcͨᴋⷦ,̓ Iͥ wiͥll. S͛oͦmͫeͤdͩaͣy,̓ noͦᴛⷮ ᴛⷮoͦ dͩaͣy,̓ вⷡuͧᴛⷮ s͛oͦmͫeͤdͩaͣy. Вⷡuͧᴛⷮ Iͥ dͩoͦn’ᴛⷮ s͛eͤeͤ mͫys͛eͤlf вⷡeͤiͥng aͣвⷡleͤ ᴛⷮoͦ s͛leͤeͤрⷬ iͥn aͣny hͪoͦuͧs͛eͤ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ hͪaͣs͛ yoͦuͧ iͥn iͥᴛⷮ,̓ eͤvͮeͤrͬ aͣgaͣiͥn. Yoͦuͧ 尺讠尸尸🝗ᗪ 闩尸闩尺〸 ᴛⷮhͪeͤ oͦnly oͦᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬ naͣᴛⷮuͧrͬaͣl oͦneͤ oͦf mͫy ᴋⷦiͥndͩ,̓ iͥf yoͦuͧ hͪaͣdͩ eͤndͩeͤdͩ hͪiͥmͫ Iͥ woͦuͧldͩ hͪaͣvͮeͤ вⷡeͤeͤn aͣll aͣloͦneͤ. Aͣndͩ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ rͬoͦoͦmͫ,̓ hͪiͥs͛ s͛ᴛⷮaͣᴛⷮeͤ,̓ ᴛⷮhͪaͣᴛⷮ’s͛ goͦiͥng ᴛⷮoͦ hͪaͣuͧnᴛⷮ mͫeͤ рⷬrͬoͦвⷡaͣвⷡly foͦrͬeͤvͮeͤrͬ”. Alone like Vlad had been, for twenty years. Except he didn’t even have a science made clone for company, like Danny would have. Sighing and scowling, looking at his one arm, it’s more… human length now, “Yoͦuͧ ᴋⷦnoͦw,̓ Vͮlaͣdͩ’s͛ ᴛⷮrͬiͥeͤdͩ ᴛⷮoͦ ᴋⷦiͥll yoͦuͧ mͫuͧlᴛⷮiͥрⷬleͤ ᴛⷮiͥmͫeͤs͛”.

“What? We… had that one fight I know, but, multiple?”.

“Yoͦuͧ leͤfᴛⷮ hͪiͥmͫ ᴛⷮoͦ rͬoͦᴛⷮ iͥn aͣ hͪoͦs͛рⷬiͥᴛⷮaͣl вⷡeͤdͩ s͛loͦwly hͪaͣlf dͩyiͥng wiͥᴛⷮhͪoͦuͧᴛⷮ eͤvͮeͤrͬ aͣ vͮiͥs͛iͥᴛⷮ. Vͮlaͣdͩ hͪaͣᴛⷮeͤs͛ yoͦuͧ. Iͥf yoͦuͧ goͦ neͤaͣrͬ hͪiͥmͫ eͤvͮeͤrͬ aͣgaͣiͥn,̓ hͪeͤ’ll ᴛⷮrͬy ᴛⷮoͦ ᴋⷦiͥll yoͦuͧ. Dͩoͦ noͦᴛⷮ cͨaͣll hͪeͤrͬeͤ eͤvͮeͤrͬ aͣgaͣiͥn. Yoͦuͧ’rͬeͤ aͣ hͪoͦrͬrͬiͥвⷡleͤ рⷬeͤrͬs͛oͦn,̓ Jaͣcͨᴋⷦ,̓ ᴛⷮrͬuͧly. Вⷡuͧᴛⷮ Iͥ s͛ᴛⷮiͥll cͨaͣrͬeͤ aͣвⷡoͦuͧᴛⷮ yoͦuͧ aͣndͩ dͩoͦn’ᴛⷮ waͣnᴛⷮ ᴛⷮoͦ s͛eͤeͤ yoͦuͧ hͪuͧrͬᴛⷮiͥng,̓ s͛oͦ рⷬleͤaͣs͛eͤ geͤᴛⷮ ᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬaͣрⷬy”.

“I- oh- I’m a fool. I… I really am sorry. And yeah, yes, me and Maddie are already set up to, uh, go. We… were going to offer to set some up for you and Vlad but, that’s, that’s probably crossing a line. Sorry”.

Danny sits down on the ground, Vlad’s absolutely unconscious and Maddie the Cat’s still here. It’s.. nice, comforting he supposes. And then he lurches, feeling his insides snapping and that folding happing at a nauseating pace. Ice claws to white gloves, mist eyes snapping into a single face, those second arms liquifying and squelching up into his stomach, tail melding into a leg. He bends over, vomiting green goopy ectoplasm immediately.

“Danny?! Are you-!?! Zone I- crap-”.

Danny groaning a little as he straightens himself up, “ugh”, and wiping his mouth. Tilting his head and giving his attention back to the phone, “ｴ’𝓶 ⨍ιɳҽ, ʝᥙട𝜏 ⨍σɬԃҽԃ ᥙρ αցαιɳ. Ɛɯ”, he felt too… encapsulated? Compacted? Stuffed inside a sausage skin? Like there was too much of him to move without exploding? Massaging his throat cautiously, legit worried he actually will just spontaneously unfold again or start glitching out his two forms again. His throat seems to pop back in place, “And Jazz has been my therapist for years. Vlad has his cat”.

“Oh”.

“Yeah”, Danny sighs, choosing to just lay on the ground next to Vlad’s healing ass, “a normal therapist wouldn’t be useful anyways. Our minds are… different”.

“Right. I… are you okay with that? Being… different?”.

Danny rolls his eyes, he felt like he didn’t have bones. “Yes, Jack. Yes. What I am and who I am just go hand in hand now”, that wasn’t even mentioning the whole ‘ghost king’ thing, that was pretty dependent on him being a ghost and well. The ghosts seemed okay with that, based on how weird they’ve been to him which… now that he thinks about it, is probably partly out of them being afraid of him or thinking he’s going to drag an army to their doors. Crap that’s why ghosts kept looking over his shoulders when he cropped up in their lairs! Damn! How’s he supposed to establish that he’s not going to do that? Rubbing his forehead, “Jack, I should probably be looking after Vlad, full offence”.

“Right right, um, how will I get in touch with you now? If I… shouldn’t call Vlad’s?”.

Danny huffs, “Jack, I’ll call you if I feel like talking to you, not the other way around”, and hangs up on him. He’ll see if Jack’s willing to give that little bit of respect or not. If he can’t… then it’s probably not a relationship worth saving. Dropping the phone on the floor next to him, laying spread out.

It’s silent for a long while.

He feels like he can think more properly, less like there���s an entire realm rumbling inside him and in the back of his mind. His core’s still pulsing a little much in that way it did when his obsession was a little more at the forefront, but Vlad’s still healing, still might need Danny to throw more energy at him. Thinking of that…

He pushes himself upright with a grunt, standing with a stagger. Trying to feel for that connection to the crown, the cape, the ring, all of it. Attempting to pull it out felt kinda like grabbing onto a taught fishing line, he can sort of pluck the connection and the items of regalia sing back at him as if asking to be used or shown off, to adorn him. It’s… strange. But it’s his, so he should play with it some right? Just hopefully actually pulling that connection to him doesn’t force him into that… state instantly again. It’s going to be a long while before he’s used to his body being in that kind of shape or how freaky it probably looked. Well nothing for it, it’s like hocking his finger on it and just tugging into forward to his head, eyeing his left hand as the ring forms around it there. Cape settling around his shoulder, lazy flaming collar bursting to life around his throat, secured by skull clasps and a dark smokey shadow chain; at least it matches his black and white themeing. The green ring and crown went with his eyes so that was… okay.

When he tries to float up he nearly smashes into the roof again, barely stopping himself short this time; still glares at the ceiling though. Being a bit more cautious about going to find a mirror, one of the bathrooms will do.

Of course the thing cracks instantly from Danny’s general pressure. Ugh. At least he can still see himself. He still looks like himself, Phantom him currently, his glow was more flame-like than his normal soft static-like glow. His eyes are too bright to see his pupils or sclera, not super great; his pupils and sclera made him more readable by the human mind so… The crown is, of course, its blazing green flamey self, but he can see frost coating it when he leans forward, some frost even creeping across the mirror. Him giving it a poke, watching it wiggle in the air, and eyeing how the ring just simply didn’t have a glow. Odd but he can tell that energy comes in through the crown, to him, through him, his own energy sort of mixing in, then leaving out through the ring. Huh. Cool. Ghost king functioned as a weird filter battery system for the zone.

“You're energy makes-”, yawn, “-makes you a lot easier to find now”.

Danny jerking, his body spazzing out like a video game clipping all over the room with bits of starry mist and eyes in between before he snaps himself back together. Shaking his head out then looking to Vlad, “ɯαყ 𝜏σ ട𝜏αɾ𝜏ɬҽ 𝓶ҽ, ყσᥙ ʝҽɾƙ”. Oh hey his voice is all weird again, great. Why didn’t Pariah have this voice issue? Ten bucks says it’s because of Danny ghostly wail, his voice was literally an uber powerful weapon so he could probably, like, hold more ecto-energy in his throat or voice box.

Vlad quirks an eyebrow at him, its only slightly judgmental, “I’d tell you to do a better job holding yourself together, but you’ve already corrected it”, and shrugs, his shoulders were a bit sagged and his eyes look sunken. He didn’t look great. “What did Jack have to say for himself”. It’s not even a question.

Danny sighing, moving himself to be sitting on the counter, eyeing his reflection over his shoulder, making the slack connection go taught and send away the regalia, “a lot of sorries, that I can come home but don’t have to, if we’re okay, how we’re okay, will we be okay, he’s booked therapy apparently”, smirking a little half-heartedly and looking back to the guy, “he offered to pay for your therapy. Like you’re not rich enough to do that yourself”.

Vlad scoffs, his hearts not in the annoyance either, “that fool”.

“Yeah”.

Vlad humming after a bit, eyeing the broken mirror, “so they’re alright with what we are”.

Danny nodding, “seems so, confused and I got that ‘I thought he was dead dead, a ghost’ thing as if that made what he did any less fucked”.

“Language”.

Danny sticks his tongue out, “bleh”, sighing, “I’m pretty sure both of them already know the how, since our little portal accidents are shit they know about. But he didn’t really asks questions that weren’t ‘are you and him okay’, and he hasn’t called back since I told him not to”.

Vlad growls, “that doesn’t mean much of anything”, and glares at Danny like that’s a challenge.

Thing is… Danny doesn’t disagree, “no it really doesn’t. Him knowing he messed up massively and still being freaked counts for more than a little bit of respect does”. Him full body twitching a bit, ah it must be patrol time, humming and floating up, “I’mma be really ticked off if there’s ghosts tonight”.

Vlad rolls his eyes but steps out of the bathroom in a way that’s both likely well practiced fluid and like he feels like he’s made out of glass, “isn't it a little unbecoming of a king to be playing superhero?”.

Danny sticking his nose up in the air, “I think it’s more unbecoming or whatever to not do whatever I want and let others boss me around”. Like wasn’t that the entire point with monarchs really? Like yeah their wants were suppose to line up with that of the people but still. Plus ghosts were inherently free, do what you want, beings.

Vlad waving him off with a, “I’ll make chicken carbonara”.

“You shouldn’t be making anything”. Vlad doesn’t respond to that as Danny goes up through the ceiling.

:Chap. 5:

What Is Dug Too Deep, Makes A Hole Too Steep, In It Let Him Sleep

He sticks to keeping himself mostly invisible, since he really doesn’t want to deal with any more people today, as he floats through alleys and over rooftops. Yes just patrolling pacified that Obsession of his but he honestly didn’t really feel like doing it right now, so his travel is pretty lazy and more done out of ‘I’ll be paranoid out about this all night if I don’t’ than out of actual want. He’s seriously glad that Sam and Tuck, and Jazz really, aren’t in town right now meaning he doesn’t have to check in with them. Jazz he’ll… call eventually, or wait till he has a screaming nightmare to do that. He didn’t want her freaking out about him while she’s supposed to be focusing on university. Danny’s not about to interrupt Sam’s little goth convention thing, that Tuck went along for because of the whole ‘cyber goth is just another style of goth so I’ll fit in too’ thing. Fair and they were both a little annoyed he wanted to stay in Amity, sometimes he wondered if they were losing their interest in his protective ways and then they’d do something crazy and wildly overprotective. Really he was just a freaking workaholic and a ghost of course; most ghosts spent almost all their time and energy focused on their Obsessions after all. It was kinda funny that all of them were a bit on the goth side now. Black hid blood and ecto better and made it easier to hide in the shadows, and cargo pants and tripp pants had so many pockets and the good ones were durable as fuck.

That bit making him chuckle a little, feeling a ton more relaxed doing something so normal for him, as he moves around the park. The Signal Shines twirl in the fountain water, perhaps if Vlad still had open wounds he’d take some back to get the little things to clean out said wounds; at least they were safe to drink or swallow though. The blob ghost chilling on the fountain top deciding to boing onto his head, eh he’ll take them for a little ride.

What was he thinking about again? Ah yeah goths and a goth convention, the weirdo trios fashion choices. It’s… as good a distraction as anything he supposes. Better than stringing himself out about what state Vlad might be in back at the mansion.

Right. The goth thing. Tuck liked the neons, the apocalyptic aesthetics, all the glowy ‘radioactive’ stuff was also great for hiding ectoplasm. Zone, Tuck had actually found a small business in a couple cities over that sold stuff actually made with ectoplasm. Danny had been a bit concerned about it, but turned out the place was actually ran by a ghost with a definite Obsession for fashion designing; who was he to interfere with someone satisfying their needs in non-harmful ways? Tuck argued with her to make him ectoplasm dreads and cyberlocks, she ripped into him about how his look was too plain for cyberlocks, Tuck was very offended. Guy got the dreads though, even if his hair wasn’t long enough yet to get Sam to put them in for him; if it wasn’t for the ‘this is so goth’ thing Sam wouldn’t do it for the guy at all.

Danny startles a few birds, the blob on his head warbling in amusement, moving through the trees, at least Vlad had the smarts to make Amity more green to avoid Sam’s plant princess wrath. Plus, that gave him more trees to nap in, something a lot of teens seem to have taken up too, it was comfy and a random teen falling out of trees startled the crap out of people. At least the richer areas were easier to patrol during summer, since most of the rich folk took summer long vacations or went on cruises.

Or at least it’s normally easier this time of year.

But right now?

After what happened?

Jack and Maddie knowing?

Yeah… she’s here, him stilling in the air as they lock eyes.

Maddie looks up at him from the ground, his ghostly tail swishing back and forth as he stares back; she walks to a bench and pats it after a beat. He’s taking the olive branch for what it is, floating down to sit next to her, not touching her, not a chance, but on the same bench at least. She’s… not Jack, she didn’t do what he did. That does matter. Even if he thinks she’d be less upset if it had been her who did it, and that matters too.

Maddie doesn’t look at him, “I’m sorry”.

… Danny blinks, fiddling with the end of his ghostly tail, “is that it? All you have to say?”. He… expected more, more what? he’s not sure. Maybe a bit more questions about his well being or being hurt he never told her of himself.

She frowns, “there’s… not much I can say. I don’t know what in all happened, your father- Jack can’t explain in a way that makes sense, he gets too upset”, sagging a bit, “all I know, is that you and Vlad, aren’t human anymore and haven’t been for a long time. That neither of you, you especially, felt comfortable telling me or Jack. And that Jack, really hurt Vlad. And all this awful aftermath”.

He supposes that’s fair enough. The reminder that Jack truly is bothered by what he’s done is a welcome one. “Red set it up, for Jack to catch Vlad, without knowing how bad that could go. I think… she only meant for Vlad to feel embarrassed being caught by him genuinely”, rubbing his neck, “I, took her to that awful warehouse in a bit of a fit of rage at her and she was definitely not okay with what happened there either”.

“I’m glad no one’s happy with what happened, that explains her calling to berate and talk at him. And that doesn’t make Jack less responsible.”.

“No it doesn’t, and it should have never happened in the first place”, Danny scowling, “your bigotry wasn’t supposed to be this dangerous. Maybe I was a little blind to that, too innocent”. Calling himself innocent was a fucking joke, his sorry ass hasn’t been ‘innocent’ since dealing with Pariah. Then Dan beat it down a little more. And now Jack’s gone and obliterated whatever was still left. The blob slips down from his head and plops itself into his lap, him patting the thing and digging his fingers in a bit out of tired annoyance. Damn, when did he last sleep?

“We were too blind too, and we shouldn’t have been; we’re the adults, the parents. There’s nothing either of us can do to make up for that now, though. But-”, she looks at him, him eyeing her before meeting the gaze, “-do you want us to? To try?”.

Danny already knows his answer. It was the same answer that he gave Sam and Tuck when they asked him if he’d still want to be their friend when they die, when they’d become UnderGrowth’s Garden Care Taker and Ranatheo’s Pharaoh in genuine. “Yes. Just, just don’t push it about what I am, how I work. Or try to influence my decisions”. He refused to be their little science experiment, especially now.

She nods at him readily, actually smiling now, “I’m glad, and I won’t. You’re welcome back home, at FentonWorks, any time, okay? And we modified the defences so they won’t attack you or Vlad”.

“Put them back for Vlad”.

Maddie blinking, staring at him again, “what? Why?”.

Danny frowns, “because I know Vlad, once he’s healed, probably has a nightmare about that crap, and he decides to drink, he’s going to try and burn the house down or kill Jack”. Vlad had done those things over far less already after all. And frankly? Any non-protective type ghost would do the same over what Jack did.

She pales a little, “oh. I… I guess that’s understandable. Disturbing, but understandable”.

“I’ll follow him and stop him of course, but, like, protecting yourselves isn’t a bad idea. And just the fact that I’m staying with him right now might make him not, since I’m pretty much giving him another chance to try too”.

“So he messed up too then”.

Danny eyes her, it really wasn’t the same. Vlad has never done something Danny couldn’t genuinely fight back from, “yeah, but not nearly as badly. He’s tried to kill Sam, Tuck, Jazz, Val, Jack, pretty much everyone close to me, but it was always far more simple and there were reasons that weren’t compete utter shit. You and Jack? It’s just bias. Stupid stupid bias. Sam and Tuck? He was just trying to get help and didn't think I’d help him without basically holding them hostage, the idiot. Even Sam doesn’t hold that against him, ‘cause sick desperate people do crazy things especially when they’re in pain. Jazz? She did her psych babble crap and basically tricked him into the situation, that was almost as much her fault as his, both of them were being idiots. Val? What happened with that was a lot less okay, but she chose to be near him, she put herself in that situation and wouldn’t listen when I tried to warn her that his money and aid didn’t come without a cost. And Jack? Jack basically killed him and hospitalised him and never visited and then had the audacity to act like they were still best buddies, so”, and shrugs. Grimacing, “that attempted cloning crap I only forgave him for because he recognised he went too far pretty much immediately and the end result from that crap pretty much gave me a little shit head of my own so”. He loved little Elle, little gremlin menace as she was. And that care for her was part of why he didn’t want her in Amity, what happened with Vlad, all the hurt, felt like being proven horribly right.

Maddie blinks almost owlishly, wheezing, “so I’m? A grandma then?”, and runs her hands through her hair, “something else we’ve messed up on then, since you never brought them? home”, sighing, “and I should have known, paid more attention, to why you seemed to have a feud with Vlad”.

Danny snorting, him and Vlad were hardly subtle so things would have been obvious if either of them just paid the tiniest amount of attention. They’ve literally shot at each other in the same room as her and in human form. Zone, Vlad literally tore one of his legs off when Maddie was practically right next to him, “no shit, at least we’re more rivals than actual enemies these days. He nails a dead badger to my door, I mail him soggy moldy cereal. He halts the Nasty Sauce production over safety concerns, I blow up his house again. It’s a back and forth, no major harm really meant, standard ghost bantering. He still punches me in the face, I still punch him in the face”, side-eyeing her with a bit of a glare, “and why would I bring her around? I wouldn’t be able to explain her existence and you people might have covered her in goop or something”.

Maddie wincing, “exactly. We messed up. And, that’s a strange relationship but I suppose it’s normal for you two, being ghostly to whatever degree you are”.

Danny doesn’t really appreciate the fishing for answers but… he supposes her can give her that one. She’ll probably hear it eventually, from Val or a ghost or Vlad or himself off-handedly. “It’s a half and half thing, we’re called Halfas”.

She nods, “that’s probably more of an answer than I’ve earned, but thank you. I definitely wi-would have rather found out another way than this, you’re still my son. Make sure to tell Vlad that I really am sorry for what happened to him”.

Danny nods back, his relationship with her wasn’t great right now, but it still existed. “And you’re still my mom, you’re maybe just really not good at taking care of the ghost half, not that you ever really got a chance to try”, shrugging, “kinda late now, I know”, pushing himself up to float back up in the air, blob in his arms being held up against his chest, “anyway, I should go, ghosts to pester you know? Even though nothing but little guys seem to be around”. She just nods and watches him go. That… went well he thinks. Okay enough. Mentioning Elle was a little more information than he meant to give, but oh well. Maybe she’d understand better now that their relationship was rocky before all this happened. Before Jack decided to attempt to unmake Vlad.

The blob wiggle floats Its way up to Danny’s face, poking his cheek, guess the coreless guys didn’t really care much about the King thing, he probably just came off as just another powerful ghost to them; plus, this one formed in his lair so It was used to him, perhaps knew his mood and how his body still felt like a little too much and wrung out all at once. Rolling his eyes at It prodding his cheek more and deciding what the heck why not and biting It. It trilling happily is not the expected reaction but it’s what he’s getting, and just sorta nibbling on It is sorta mind clearing and softening; It happy to just wiggle there.

He makes the rest of his patrol a speedy one, he doesn’t want to be out and about right now at all. He suspects that Skulker probably told the other ghosts to stay away for a while, that ‘King Phantom’ had gone all eldritch and lost his shit.

Popping his head through the ceiling, flinging the blob out of his mouth and onto his head like mouth flipping a hat. Danny pointing to the blob still on his head, as he moves into the kitchen that smelled like food, “I brought company”.

Vlad’s, “yes well, I find I have enough already”, response is annoyed.

Danny pausing in the entry way at what he’s seeing, Vlad’s… basically bundled up in a swarm of blob ghosts. The man scowling down at the mass of blobs, “they took your nighttime absence as an opportunity. Sometimes I forget that Amity is your lair and that means it’s natural ghost fauna are in line with your Obsession”, scowl deepening, “I do not appreciate being coddled by blobs, especially when I can’t waste energy trying to scare them off”.

It’s a struggle for Danny to not grin smugly, “this, is adorable. Bite them, they apparently like it”, pointing at his one, “or this one’s just a masochist”.

“So It takes after Its creator then”. Vlad squeezes one anyway and it balloons out on either side of the guys fist without any complaints.

“Hey!”. Danny floats in fully, “did you actually make chicken carbonara? I forget you actually know how to make edible food”. And like every time he’s reminded of that, he internally wished Jack or Maddie knew how to too. He liked and could eat contaminated food but burnt soggy food not so much, and then Jazz wouldn’t have had to learn how to cook so young… so she could feed both of them. The blob snuggles into his hair some, it’s nice. He probably needed this. The little comforts.

Vlad struggles a bit to move his one arm to gesture at plates, it was indeed a fancy looking chicken dish, huh. Danny having to bops some of the blobs away just so Vlad could actually sit down and eat his own food. Danny eyeing the blobs coiling and wriggling on the chair and the guys lap, his hair too, before Danny takes his own food and sits down. He… changes back human for the first time too. It’s anticlimactic and tense all at once.

The food’s good, him stuffing a whole bit of sliced chicken in his mouth, “stu’id ‘ich ‘eo’le an’ air ‘acny ‘oo”. At least that gets a fond smile out of the man, even if he scowls immediately after when Danny makes a point to be noisy about slurping noodles. Then, of course, typical Danny luck, being human catches up with him, him passing out face first into the food. Blob ghost warble shrieking loudly and getting him swarmed by most of the other blob ghosts who shove him off the plate and onto the floor with a thump.

“Daniel!”, Vlad sighing, “why do I try? This boy is such a disaster”. A disaster who had saved him, one that he had another chance to raise and see grow. A king and a boy, his through pain. Jack and Maddie, Valerie, he wants nothing to do with them; he’ll stay here with Daniel and only him, as long as he’ll have him at least.

:Chap. 6:

Epilogue: Roaches Becometh Buzzing Flies, Over Grime Left By Lies

Vlad crosses his legs, poised and put together as always, regardless of the situation.

“So, what made you want to seek this out now? Especially to go through the effort of having an eldritch god convince me to keep this off of the records?”.

“Well, as my godson would put it, I recently went through ‘the Angel trap from Saw but horizontal and with more limb removal and ice cream scoopers taken to my eyes’ at the hands of the same man who killed me with an experimental dimensional worm hole. Who, upon releasing whose face he’d decided to half flay off, proceed to vomit, get drunk, and leave me there for my godson to find. Said godson also highly encouraged me to come and to also mention that I have a habit of attempting to kill people who get in my way and nailing dead badgers to his door; his words, not mine”, Vlad inspects his nails, “I have a cat, and my godson lives with me now, as such this is likely the healthiest I’ve ever been”.

The man stares and wheezes, “Jesus”.

Danny throws up his hands as his ghost sense goes off for the fourth time in an hour, why was everyone on his ass right now? Ugh! Sam -whom he still hasn’t explained things to beyond: it was traumatic, Jack’s not my dad, I live with Vlad now, be mean to Vlad and I’ll bite you, and I don’t want to talk about it- waving him off to do what he needs to do. At least he explained Vlad spelling it out to him that he’s now basically ghost god and that’s why ghosts were being weird around him, small steps, baby ones.

Last time it was Boxy, if it’s him again he’s gonna be so annoyed, not annoyed enough to make the guy think he’s actually mad but still. He’ll also be annoyed if it’s Skulker ‘worried’ again, now if it’s Skulker ‘I’m going to hang you on my wall’ the poucher then Danny’ll be pleased the man’s back into the swing of things finally.

He was absolutely not ready for who it is. Or who plural. Why the actual Zone are Walker’s goons here??? The buildings have scorch marks in them, street lights had electric wrapping cuffs on them, multiple trash cans are physically embedded into the ground, one ghost cop is stuck to a wall by a net, multiple people appear to be attempting to board up their windows, there’s over turned cars and ones even been sliced in half.

How did so much happen so quickly?

That’s not even touching the fire fight going on. Maddie and Jack exchanging shots with Walker’s Walking Prison ghost cops plasma batons, it somehow looked like the fight had been going on for a while with both of them looking scuffed up, dirty, cut, bruised; it makes him wince and twitch in that Obsessive way. It seems like these ghosts are genuinely trying to hurt his makers, absolutely not. Finger claws digging into a building, “WALKER!”. If that ghost isn’t already here there Danny’s going to pull him here.

The goons all jerk to a stop, cautiously eyeing the ghost whose lair they’ve barged into, the high ghost kings capital city they’ve intruded on, and whose citizens they’re attacking with genuine threat. Everyone knew he was a protector.

Walker, the jack ass, appears in sudden dramatics, looming his sixty foot form over buildings and Danny and Jack and Maddie and his own goons, “he has BROKEN THE RULES!”.

Vlad throws one of the table mints in his mouth, one of the blobs that still insisted on following him around consuming one as well, “I met him twenty years after my own death, up until then I was alone, in both a socialisation sense and a species one”.

The man nods, “is your godson the only like you then? It must have been overwhelming to meet him”.

Vlad scoffs, it was but even here he wouldn’t quite admit to that, “it was exciting. A thrill. A treat. He was young, mouldable, full of potential but unskilled enough to ever win against me. And, we were, in a sense, killed by the same man; a cruel twist of fate perhaps”.

“Do you believe you were destined to meet?”.

Vlad shakes his head immediately, his ego’s not nearly that large, “hardly. And it very well likely would have been better for both of us to never have. At first I was only interested in the potential protege, the possibility of a Master’s heir, of seeing that man crushed by his own son and losing that son. Eventually it became more of seeing him as an overprotective fool, inappropriately focused on-”, scowling, “-helping people of all things. Then he grew more, became something I couldn’t really compete with in fair play, perhaps I saw him as more of an equal then, and I believed it would have been better if we never met”.

“And why is that? You clearly care about him, and you’re someone he helped”.

Vlad sighs, tired, “you saw him earlier. Young gods become so by beating old gods, one I freed from slumber. He’s better for how and who he is, but that does not mean he likes it. He’s an idiot for trying to help me”.

“Do you see me as a fool as well?”

… “Yes”.

Danny’s got Walker’s stupid oversized jacket collar in his fist, pointing at his face aggressively with the other hand, “oh don’t you be using your size to try and be an intimidating prick! What the Zone is going on here?!?”.

Of course, the man and his oversized ego pulls out a whip and cracks it at the ground, making a gouge, glaring at Danny and sneering, “THAT MAN HAS BROKEN MULTIPLE INHERENT LAWS! INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO VIOLATING THE COMMONS OF THE DEATHLESS UNFADES SECTION TWO-FOURTY TWICE OVER, VIOLATING THE WHITE HEART CARDINAL OF THE LAW OF AGES-”.

Jack tore out Vlad’s core!

“-VIOLATING A BREAK DOWN LITHEES, VIOLATING THE BLACK ABSOLUTION OF THE LAW OF AGES REPEATEDLY OVER A PROLONGED PERIOD OF TIME! IF THEY WERE GHOSTS I’D CHARGE THEM FOR HUNDREDS EVEN THOUSANDS OF COMMON LAW VIOLATIONS! AND THE ONLY REASON THEY ARE EXEMPT FROM MOST EXTERIAL LAW IS BECAUSE OF THEIR RESIDING IN YOUR LAIR!”.

Okay, Danny knows, okay, he knows that Maddie and Jack have violated a lot of ghostly laws, even creating the portal was technically a violation, but his death in it made it a vital belonging to a ghosts demise and thus ‘not usable’ for chargers. And them being in his lair gave them certain protections, even being ghost hunters gave them certain protections. But how dare Walker go after them at all.

“HE VIOLATED MALICIOUS DECONSTRUCTION AGAINST A ROYAL CITIZEN UNDER HIGH LAW!”.

Danny growling at the ghost, “you don’t think I know that? But he’s mine too, you don’t get to dictate shit”.

“THEY’RE PORTAL IS INSIDE MY JURISDICTION! I WILL NOT HAVE THEM BEING UNBEHOLDEN TO THE LAW! REGARDLESS OF THEIR RESIDENCY!”.

The location of the portal on the other side was a bit unfortunate but absolutely not, he knows Walker thinks he’s too soft but damn does he not care. But worse than that is this man is doing this publicly because he knows Danny’s going to watch his tongue more and hold back more, but if he thinks Danny won’t stop him from basically taking and torturing Jack, that’s bullshit. Danny clinking his tongue, glow wiggling and flaring his eyes at the ghost, “is that a c̴͕̺̦̈́̐͋h̵͕͉̞͑͛͘a̵̘̞͑̽̚͜l̸̘̘̫̓̓͝l̴̟̦̈́͐͊͜è̵͇͎̪͘͝n̸̺͇̒͆͜͝g̸̡̟̻̒̿͘ë̴̠̠̠́͌?”.

Walker sneering at him, “YES”, yelling over Danny at his guards and eyeing Jack, “SIEZE HIM!”. The fire fight starts back up immediately and Walker smashes Danny with the whip.

“Now, about the core reason you came in today, besides the many long standing issues you’ve been encouraged to sort out, you understand that others harm upon you is of no fault of your own, yes?”.

Vlad hums, “that buffoons actions are his own, but had certain things not been left to fester or had I not underestimated others vengeful desires, it would have never happened”; using a thumb to push small circles into the blob ghost.

The man crosses his legs, holding his pen leisurely, “others are not entitled to know everything about you, every secret you keep. Any reason you may have to keep a secret is an acceptable one, especially if there’s a belief of potential harm. We also can’t know how strongly others feel about our acts towards them, regardless of your actions being cruel or harmful, in their eyes or your own. I may not know too much about ghosts, but I know enough to know that they’re inclined to egocentricity and god complexes. If something falls outside of your obsessive focus it makes sense not to focus on it too deeply. Even if being human still means you will more so than a ghost. Your secrets allowed further chasing of your possessive focuses, it’s reasonable to keep”, tilting his head, “and, it could be said, that keeping those secrets is part of what allowed you to get out of that situation without further harm. Sometimes, things left to fester become more impactful as a result”.

Vlad frowns a little, he couldn’t see Maddie or Jack being willing to… harm him in such a way if they had known. However… Daniel was right those years ago when he said they’d still love their son but not him because of everything he’s done. Would they justify cutting him open as research, to aid their child? Would they mentally categorise him as ‘a villain’ and thus less worthy of kindness that way? That… would have been worse for both him and Daniel in a great many ways. “He was deeply disturbed when my secret was revealed, whether purely because of Plasmius being me or because of Plasmius not being entirely a ghost. They do justify their actions towards ghosts on a basis of what they believe ghosts to be, halfas go against this inherently, I suppose. I… could see that man trying to twist my behaviors as being a result of my half state”; and trying to remove his ghost half, like Daniel had had nightmares over more than once, to fix him. He’s never been sure exactly why Daniel clung on to being ‘separated in two’ so specifically, to have fears over. The blob warbles, as if It knows.

“Even if it’s not?”.

Vlad nods to the side, shrugging, he can admit he’s not a good person, “I’ve never been well aligned with standard human morals or decency. My powers simply give me more ability to ignore those same morals and decencies, the laws that enforce them. Though I have my limits of course”.

“Limits this man crossed”.

“I wouldn’t do that to any being, even if I thought them non-sentient”.

In the time Danny’s been with Vlad, outside of focusing on making sure he was healing and using blobs as a weird amount of stress relief, the man had been explaining aspects of being the High Ghost King, including trying to get Danny more comfortable and in control of himself in his full High Ghost King form -or as close to full as he could get without his size being too problematic- not that Danny felt much better about said form; at least Vlad had repeatedly assured that he was still just as physically species-wise human as before even if his mental state was less human. But part of that was having more control over environments, all ghosts could alter their lairs -Amity sometimes changed colours or weather slightly based off of his mood for example- but Amity was a living town not made out of ectoplasm, so he couldn’t affect it much. However, as The High Ghost King he had more power and will he could force even in the Mortal Realm; even if that made him feel more like a controlling monster.

Why does this matter?

Because it means Danny’s able to move the buildings away and make the road wider to protect everyone… practically setting up a battle area was an unintentional side effect. But, with Walker slamming a fist down into the ground, shaking the earth, he’s glad people still evacuated if they could.

Danny zipping up and around to ecto-beam Walker in the back, slamming into the ground chest first, both of them growling at the other.

Maddie and Jack have their backs to each other, used empty weapons littering the ground in random areas as they continue firing off at the ghost cops. Maddie huffing, “ghosts shouldn’t even have a legal system”. Jack muttering right back, “I think, at this point, we don’t really know anything, Mads. And… this is probably deserved”. Maddie only frowning as she shoot’s a practically taller one.

Danny knows that Jack deserves this, has earned it, but as far as he’s concerned Danny’s already punishing the man even if the two of them might one day end up on better terms. Jack’s still his maker and he’s not letting Walker jail him or hurt him. Some of Jack suit getting burned through making Danny twitch a little. Danny sending a blast at that cop, sending them into a wall and passing out, only for him to get kicked into a wall himself by Walker. He’d forgotten that Walker was genuinely powerful. The ghost pulling his foot off when his ankle gets hit by a red blast. Danny’s glow wiggling, aflame, at Walker instantly grabbing Red’s board and smashing it into a roof a fair bit away. His voice coming out a bit wrong, “s̶h̶e̶’̶s̶ g̶o̶t̶ n̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶o̶ d̶o̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶”.

Walker sneering at him, “THEN CONTROL YOUR PETS BETTER”.

How… how dare he. Danny punches his face into the ground, “I̶ d̶o̶ n̶o̶t̶ c̶o̶n̶t̶r̶o̶l̶ a̶n̶y̶o̶n̶e̶”.

“MAYBE YOU SHOULD. VERMIN NEED TO BE KEPT IN LINE”.

“S̶a̶y̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶ o̶n̶e̶ o̶u̶t̶ o̶f̶ l̶i̶n̶e̶”.

Walker only snarling and trying to shoot him, Danny zipping off near Red, “y̶o̶u̶.̶ L̶e̶a̶v̶e̶”.

“Phantom-”.

“N̶o̶.̶ I̶’̶m̶ s̶e̶r̶i̶o̶u̶s̶.̶ W̶a̶l̶k̶e̶r̶ d̶o̶e̶s̶n̶’̶t̶ s̶p̶a̶r̶.̶ T̶h̶i̶s̶ i̶s̶ s̶e̶r̶i̶o̶u̶s̶ a̶n̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶ c̶a̶n̶’̶t̶ w̶i̶n̶, Z̶o̶n̶e̶, h̶e̶’̶s̶ n̶o̶t̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ t̶e̶c̶h̶n̶i̶c̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶-”, cutting himself at finally spotting Bullet with a long distance wrangler.

A long distance wrangler, pointed right at Jack.

Walker used his protective obsession, his obligation to try and get Val to back off to safety, to distance Danny. The large ghost smirking as Bullet’s blast goes off.

“𝓝ㄖ”.

“Having my ribs up and displayed like that was incredibly more bizarre than I’d thought it would be”. Vlad’s almost tempted to see if he can make this man physically sick. However Daniel said this man usually saw far more disturbed and criminal ‘patient's’. And frankly, even if it’s been multiple days, weeks even, heavily remembering everything made him feel strung out, disconnected, deserved. Both wanting Daniel to show up and hoping he never did. An irrational part of himself betraying him with thoughts of Daniel joining Jack, rejecting Vlad all over again, and helping take him apart completely. “Abjectly, I suppose I was curious what he would find, was finding, if I could myself use it. The after was, less pleasant than the during, honestly”, gesturing lazily with a hand, “direction, vivisection, samples, and displays, I can understand the drive and science behind that; unpleasant as it was. I can admit to some self dissection and expirementaion myself”.

“Except that was done by yourself, to yourself, with your full cooperation and sober willingness”.

Vlad nodding, “and that matters, doesn’t it. What I don’t understand, is why he simply… left me there. Like that”. He understood Jack fleeing originally, from shock and horror and disgust. Disgust that man should have felt from the beginning, but didn’t merely because ‘ghosts aren’t sentient’. Squeezing his fist around the blob, “that man left me there, taken apart, he couldn’t be bothered to so much as take my limb off the wall and give it back to me. Or put my face back on”, scowling with a tiny bit of fang, “his fragile peace and normality build on lies had been sliced apart, was dying, and he couldn’t take the effort to try and ensure that his so called ‘best friend’ didn’t die himself. He had nearly a week to just face what he’d done and patch me up, yet he couldn’t bother to even look in on me. To check in”. If Jack had come back, had perhaps made an attempt to help him. Undo everything, clip the wires and cords and metal, unstapled. To patch him up, stitch him even if it wound up sloppy and pathetic. Maybe Vlad could forgive even a little, justify it as he knows Maddie would have done the same. “And her, I’d like to say she would have, however I… think that’s wrong”.

The man nods, looking down at his short hand notes, “yes, one of the objections of your Obsession. A possession you cling on to”.

Vlad glares, flashing his ghostly eyes a bit on instinct, “you know, actively prodding a ghosts Obsession isn’t a safe idea”.

The man simply watches, no fear reaction, “but will it help?”.

“No, we dislike it on instinct and can find it painful. My godson can pester me about it, but not a near stranger”.

The man nods acceptingly, “why do you feel she wouldn’t have done the right thing either?”.

“He may be a buffoon, a moron, an imbecile, an idiot, and a complete dunce; but he’s more… adaptable. Quick to change his inane theories”, frowning, “her, she’d likely… convince herself my changing was nothing more than an illusion to trick her”. The way Daniel talked sometimes… Maddie might have gone further out of anger instead of stopping out of horror. Believing the lie of an illusionary trick, rather than immediately accepting the reality of an unheard of species.

The man nods, “humans are very fallible creatures, it’s far easier and thusly far more likely for them to take the easy way out. Going back in would have been harder and harder the longer that man waited, and accepting reality and responsibility would feel like an impossible task”.

Danny growls, looming, cape down around his torso and the man he’s crouched over, one hand on the ground and another holding the end of Walker’s whip. The ghost at the other end scowling right back at him only slightly flinching, Danny’s tail lashing making it clear the other ghosts annoyance was not fucking welcome. Another sneer from Walker and Danny flicks his tail again, sending spines flinging into the other ghosts shoulder, jerking Walker’s shoulder back.

The cop goons floating around, aiming their batons at him and his protected citizen 丿闩⼕长 but not coming closer, out of caution of him, not wanting Phantom’s genuine wrath. Maddie pointing her weapon, but not firing, at them. He can feel, see, her glancing at him cautiously. She’s not moving or trying to shrug off Danny’s fifth? fifth hand/arm, the one he’s got bunching up the back of her jumpsuit that he’s probably sliced up a bit.

At least he’s only a bit bigger than them, longer. Him barring his too many teeth, “вⷡaͣcͨᴋⷦ oͦff, Waͣlᴋⷦeͤrͬ“.

“CRIMINALS MUST BE PUNISHED, PHANTOM”. 

Danny’s lip curls up, “hͪaͣs͛n’ᴛⷮ hͪeͤ вⷡeͤeͤn aͣlrͬeͤaͣdͩy”; it’s not a question, it’s a statement of fact. Zone he, hasn’t been able to have a single ‘normal’ conversation with his male maker even once yet; his voice still breaking when Vlad refused to talk to him. 

“HE’S UNDER MY JURISDICTION! HE FACES PUNISHMENT MY WAY”. 

“нⷩeͤ’s͛ uͧndͩeͤrͬ mͫiͥneͤ faͣrͬ mͫoͦrͬeͤ”. 

Then Walker, hurt, the jerk activates the electrical current on his whip, sending pain, hurt, down Danny’s arm. He hated getting hurt with electricity, and Walker knew that. Danny’s stance wobbling a little, glow becoming static for a beat before flaring and moving to flaming more proper. Mist steaming off of him and blinking eyes and stars, eyes to mouths snapping at any of the goon cops too close, holding tight making them unable to move even if they wanted to. Arm four and six helping arm two hold him stable while his legs lengthen, him bending them more to make sure he can keep 丿闩⼕长 covered beneath him; having to bend his spine more as well to keep that assurance. He dislikes, aggressively, how he must look like a cowering cat with its back arched and throat low before a larger aggressor. 

But he can’t simply use his wail here, with fully living humans so near. And even if Vlad’s explained Kings Speak to him he doesn’t want anyone, especially Maddie and 丿闩⼕长 knowing he can effectively command and control ghosts; doesn’t want to be asked to control the ghosts to stay out. This was his lair, ghosts were... well... his people too, he wasn’t going to ban them from his own territory. What if one needed help, needed to be protected, was hurt, or just wanted to stretch themselves out in the mortal realm for just a little while. Who was he to restrict freedom of inherently free beings; it would be wrong on a basic level. 

And Danny liked his sparing, like any proper ghost. But this wasn’t sparring. If Walker took 丿闩⼕长 here, Danny’d never rescue him without razing Walker’s Walking Prison to the ground, destroying his lair (again but still) and effectively going to war. And just the fact that Danny let Walker take his citizen would be a blow to him and drive his Obsession nuts. As ‘king’ Danny had to have a ‘fearsome’ rep or ghosts would doubt him, might rebel, might not trust him to protect them or help them. He couldn’t have that, not now, not ever. And 丿闩⼕长 was his, so much hurt, no more hurt. Walker doesn’t get to have him. If Vlad had requested this then maybe it would be different, but no, that’s not this, Danny refuses. No hurting. None of it. 

...

There really isn’t much for people around, and the three that are around all have some kind of eye coverings. Red’s picking off ghost cops that stray too far from the battle zone. It’s okay. This is okay. Walker might be a warden, the portal opening into his territory, but he still has to stay in line. No ghost can do absolutely whatever they please in his lair, especially not things that truly stood to hurt people. So... he lets himself unfurl, unfurl properly, exploding into mist and limbs and an elongated form far removed from humanity, his own humanity. Moving a leg to have 丿闩⼕长 in the bend of one backwards knee, using Walker’s whip to yank him towards Danny and slamming his second hand into the mans skeleton face. Grabbing both the other ghosts hands with his third and fourth hands. 

Walker ends up imbedded into the large swath of road Danny’s created, Danny snarling all fang and hundreds of teeth blinking with eyes,丫ㄖㄩ. 廾闩ᐯ🝗. 𝓝ㄖ. 丂闩丫. 廾🝗尺🝗. 龱尺. 龱ᐯ🝗尺. 爪丫. 尸🝗ㄖ尸㇄🝗. 工. 山讠㇄㇄. 㠪闩セ. ㄚㄖㄩ”. 

“Do you see yourself ever reconciling with them? If your godson went back with them?”. 

Vlad sighs a little, a bit tired of this, the blob rolls under his palm, “with him? No. I hate him completely and utterly, I’d see him dead first, his ghost ended as well; before calling that man a friend ever again. I have no interest in so much as allowing him to hear my voice or feel better about anything he’s ever done. And her? My... interest in her is broken, I hardly care for those or things I’m not interested in. Her presence is merely tolerable, I don’t mind her, there is no reconciling to be done”, humming and eyeing he window, “as for my godson, I doubt he’ll never go back with them, but permanently? No. He’ll be a visitor to them, not a resident under their roof”.

“What if you’re wrong about that?”.

“I’m not”. 

“If you were, how would you deal with that. Hypothetically”.

“I don’t ponder over impossibilities. That is an endeavour for fools”, Vlad huffs a mean laugh, “I will not join him when he visits. That house will never again know my presence. And wether he chooses to forgive them more fully or not has little bearing on my lack of interest in doing so. All he can affect is how less unkind I am to them”. Though, he supposes he’d be rather disappointed if the boy forgave them fully. 

The man nods, “most would likely feel that way, in your situation”. 

Vlad would say so, “understandably so”. 

“Do you maintain your desire to seek to harm him? Now that your godson is with you and you’ve lost interest in her?”. 

“If I saw him dying, I would simply walk away as if he did not exist, I wouldn’t lift a finger to help that man; a fair treatment since he did the same to me twice over. However, losing my godson would not be worth the pleasure of killing him myself or making him suffer directly. And he no longer has anything of mine, nothing that belongs rightfully to me”. 

“Do you believe others, your godson, would want you to help him though?”. 

Vlad huffs, rolling his eyes in annoyance, “of course, that child is far too protective and moral for his own good. If the world asked him to rip himself asunder, make himself a martyr, then he would. He has. In a sense, I pity him for that”, putting a hand to his chest, “far better to be self centred and thriving, unmared by others helplessness”.

“That’s quite the ego you have”.

Vlad smirking, “it’s earned”.

“Is it now”.

“Oh absolutely”.

“Hmmm”, the man taps his pen on his leg, “in any case, what good do you suppose this is doing you? Change is clearly not your goal, so?”.

Vlad could understand how this could seem pointless, it rather was. But there was no denying he was too ‘involved’ and possessive to be objective when speaking with Daniel and there couldn’t be any degree of honesty else where. He’d never go to a ghost. Daniel said talking helps and despite everything, or in-spite of it, he trusted Daniel. “Ah, conversing with an outside unbiased being is useful, perhaps, yes. And one that won’t get twitchy on me due to overprotective issues”.

“So you do find this to be, useful as you put it”. 

Vlad gestures at him, “you’re someone who can drive a conversation, take it directions; I’m not about to try and converse with the thin air. You might, encourage certain things but you won’t outright push for them and there’s no natural instinct to be subservient to you”. The blobs could hardly hold any kind of conversation.

The man blinks before nodding a little, “because of your godsons status?”. 

Vlad nodding and humming, half ghost or not he can feel it, feel that Daniel’s his king. There’s a certain pressure to simply residing within Amity’s boarders and even more residing with the boy. He wouldn’t say he didn’t mind it, since he rather did; Vlad was subservient to no one. Yet there was a pride there as well, they were horrible for each other but were good foils for each other. A hero, a villain. One powerful by might, one powerful by wealth. One socially connected with strong friendships, one isolated and anti-social. A self conscious child still coming to terms with his own being, A prideful adult who’s fully embraced all their own monstrous inhuman traits. Inherently harmful to each other, yet... Daniel made a protective man of him, made him more honest, this entire conversation was an example of that. And he made Daniel more of a proper ghost, made him powerful. “Any ghost can tell his place, but I am proud that it’s his place. It does benefit me as well of course”. 

“And reconciling with that man doesn’t benefit you?”.

“Being near that man has done nothing but get me nearly fully killed. If my godson truly pushed for it then perhaps there could be some benefit in making him feel more positively about me, however, he doesn’t want that man near me either. Protective fool”.

It’s chaos, he knows it is. Eyes and limbs and mouths and mist pinning so many different cops and their batons to random surfaces. He’s got a portion of his tail coiled around Maddie (who’s shaky and twitchy) and 丿闩⼕长; the restraining wrangle wrap around 丿闩⼕长 stinging his flesh a bit but he can feel him… patting Danny’s tail with a trembling hand.

It’s strange. It’s almost wrong. The man shouldn’t be so okay with this. Wrapped by a ghosts tail, his 丂ㄖ𝓝 being this giant inhuman nightmare of a ghost.

But it… it makes him more pissed at Walker. He didn’t want them seeing him like this, at least not yet, maybe not even ever. They weren’t doing well but they were better even if their house was never going to be home again. But now they got the pleasure of knowing that Danny could unfold and basically demolish that house. He could decide to eat them, the very thing he’d stupidly threatened Walker with, without much effort; his teeth could be as large as even 丿闩⼕长, the fangs could at least.

Him head butting the other ghost instead, but with a twitch some of the eye teeth bite and rip apart the guys arm; flinging the limb off to the side to dissolve into ectoplasmic goop, him absorbing it instantly. Growling into the ghosts face, nose scrunching up against Walker’s nasal cavity, “〸卄🝗讠尺 尸ㄖ尺七闩㇄ 爪讠Ꮆ卄セ ⻏🝗 讠𝓝 丫ㄖㄩ尺 七🝗尺尺讠七ㄖ尺丫⸝ 丫ㄖㄩ 爪讠Ꮆ卄七 𝓝ㄖ〸 ㇄讠长🝗 卄ㄖ山 ㇄讠ᐯ讠𝓝Ꮆ ﾁ尺讠🝗𝓝ᗪ㇄丫 工 闩爪. ㄚ🝗丂 七卄🝗丫’ᐯ🝗 ⻏尺ㄖ长🝗𝓝 ㇄闩山丂⸝ 闩𝓝ᗪ 丫🝗丂 卄🝗’丂 ⻏尺ㄖ长🝗𝓝 丂🝗尺讠ㄖㄩ丂 ㄖ𝓝🝗丂. 乃ㄩセ ᗪㄖ 𝓝龱ㄒ 尸ㄩ丂廾 ㄚ龱ㄩ尺 ㇄ㄩ⼕长. ㄚㄖㄩ 闩尺㠪 𝓝龱ㄒ 闩乃龱ᐯ㠪 爪㠪”, huffing and flaring his energy to press the ghost down into the ground more aggressively.

The ghost smartly holding up his one hand to tell his goons to hold off, not that they really had much of a choice considering they’d all either been caught by Red or pinned by him. “WILL YOU PUNISH HIM PROPERLY THEN”.

And now Danny smirks, because bantering he can do, “𝓝ㄖ. 闩𝓝ᗪ 丫ㄖㄩ ⼕闩𝓝’セ ᗪㄖ 丂卄讠〸 闩⻏ㄖㄩ〸 讠七. 𝓝ㄖ山 🝗讠七卄🝗尺 丫ㄖㄩ ⼕闩𝓝 ㇄🝗闩ᐯ🝗 ㄖ尺 山🝗 ⼕闩𝓝 长🝗🝗尸 尺讠尸尸讠𝓝Ꮆ 🝗闩⼕卄 闩𝓝ㄖ〸卄🝗尺 闩尸闩尺〸 ㄩ𝓝セ讠㇄ 丫ㄖㄩ 卄闩ᐯ🝗 七ㄖ 尺🝗ﾁㄖ尺爪 丫ㄖㄩ尺丂🝗㇄ﾁ ﾁ尺ㄖ爪 闩 ᗪ闩爪𝓝 丂尸🝗⼕长 讠𝓝 丫ㄖㄩ尺 ㇄讠〸七㇄🝗 尸尺讠丂ㄖ𝓝”.

Walker glares and jerks, Danny easily picking up on the attempt at forming some ecto construct, so he digs his claws into the ghosts legs enough to rip it off slightly; more damage than he meant. Walker eyes the crown over his head, scowls, and shrinks himself down; Danny telekinetically grabbing the ghosts ecto-field to keep him right by his face. His arm doesn’t reform and his one leg dangles limp. Good. Danny using his mouth eyes to yank all the guy cops over to him, “ㄒ闩长🝗 丫ㄖㄩ尺 尸🝗〸丂 山讠七卄 丫ㄖㄩ”.

“Oh Zone fucking no”, Red flying down and pointing a very large bazooka at the collection of ghosts, “you barge in here, fuck up the road”, pointing at Danny, “you too, you stupid ghost”, her knees buckle for a second before she looks away from him again. Danny puts up his first and second hands in surrender.

At least he’s still able to think properly, even with the raw power running through him.

Her glaring at the ghosts, “and you think I’m not going to shoot you at least once! Dance for me!”, she absolutely starts shooting at them.

Walker makes a portal with a scowl, his men ‘fleeing’ from the huntress while he holds up a shield. Red hurling her bazooka at the ghost, it bouncing off of the shield, as Walker leaves through his portal with a, “tell Jack Fenton if I ever catch him around my jurisdictions, I will break him and he will be held to the full account of my law”.

No

Danny huffing, “工’㇄㇄ 🝗闩七 丫ㄖㄩ尺 丂〸ㄩ尸讠ᗪ 丿闩讠㇄ セㄖㄖ”. Red kicking one of his eyes and twitching a bit violently, “I don’t know what you said but I know it was stupid”. Danny pouting and turning his head to look down at Maddie and Jack, using the tenth hand to shred the wrangler wrap… His tail’s still coiled around them and now it’s awkward.

“Are you taking the exhausted beat up and probably shocky hunters home, or am I”.

No absolutely not, he has to keep them safe. Make sure Walker doesn’t come back. Make sure they don’t hurt themselves doing something stupid. Should he try and alter the portals location in the Zone? Can he do that? Well he should be able to. Maybe he already has just by wanting to. Ugh this crap was annoying. But it does get him to fold in on himself, not… entirely, but enough that he’s only slightly taller than Jack. Him picking the two up, “noͦ noͦ Iͥ goͦᴛⷮ iͥᴛⷮ”.

Maddie grabbing his wrist, “we’re fine, or at least I am, put us down, Phantom”. She still said his name now like it was painful.

Red just throws her hands up when Danny does actually put the two down and Jack just collapses on the ground, with a, “That ghost isn’t even wrong”.

“It would appear we’re about out of time”, side-eyeing his phone, “and your mayoral jurisdiction appears to be having another ghost emergency”.

Vlad quirks an eyebrow, “you set an alert for my little side responsibility?”.

The man hums, “I like being thorough”.

Part of him wants to mock the man, but, it’s a bit appreciated genuinely. Either way he pulls out his own phone, there are multiple ghost alerts. For, of all ghosts, Walker? Odd. That one had no interest in sparring, wasn’t interested in getting Phantom to try to demolish his lair/prison again. Even if he was here to see Daniel it would be on business, he wouldn’t cause a scene. Especially to bring his lackies along. Humming and moving the blob to rest on his shoulder, “strange”, perhaps he should check in on the boy, not that Daniel couldn’t handle Walker on his own.

Regardless, he should make an appearance, Walker was the type that could cause a lot of damages after all. With a nod, Vlad gets up and straightens his suit jacket, “yes I suppose I could pay you to continue on with this, but that would be rather pointless, since I clearly have places to be”. 

“Well hopefully this has been worth what money you did put forth”. 

“If it wasn’t I would have left of my own accord entirely, far earlier”. 

Then, because Daniel seems to attract ill luck, a portal opens up on the wall. The therapist, to his credit, does nothing more than pause for a beat in standing up. He doesn’t even pause in the handshake when Walker stomps through looking thoroughly displeased and missing most of an arm. 

Interesting. 

For a ghost as strong as this warden to not heal near instantly, Daniel must have injured his ectoplasm itself. Daniel wouldn’t do such a thing unless quite seriously provoked. Vlad eyeing the ghost as he lets go of the therapists hand, “to what do I own this displeasure, Walker? This is this mans professional place of business, after all, barging in private interactions is incredibly rude and unbecoming of someone so stringent on rules”. 

The ghost glares, barely hiding a wince at Vlad jabbing his Obsession directly. Walker snarls commandingly, “control that boy”. 

Vlad scoffing, “you say that as if I can or would”. Far be it for he to tell Daniel off for beating up or annoying a ghost: if anything, Vlad most certainly would rather encourage such behaviours. 

The therapist cups his hands respectfully over his waist, “unless you have an appointment or meeting scheduled, you should leave”. Vlad would be surprised at the calm demeanour if it wasn’t frankly expected. If he can hold his confidence and ground around a serial killer or cannibal, then a dead prison warden wouldn’t be a hassle; strange, but nothing more. 

Walker, as expected of a ghost that did actually have a modicum of respect for authority figures, nods respectfully, “I’ll be out of your hair shortly, however I have criminal matters to discus with this one”. The therapist looks none too pleased, but has clearly realised he can’t do much about this situation. 

Vlad waves off the ghost, “well go on then, out with it. If my boy told you off, which I can tell he did, he’s well within his capabilities and social standing to do so”. 

Walker glares, “that man should be behind bars, he’s under my jurisdiction”. 

“That’s hardly my issue, that man is as out of your reach as I am. Of course, I’m not even under your jurisdiction; frankly, neither is he. Do not be so dense as to think your jurisdiction trumps Phantom’s”. 

“You’re the one that the current serious crimes were committed against, and he will take your wants into consideration”. 

“I hardly care how my godson chooses to deal with that man’s actions, beyond that he does deal with them”. 

“He hasn-”.

Vlad holds up a finger with a smirk, cutting off the ghost and walking to have that finger in the ghosts skeletal face, “oh but he has. Anything you do to that man could never be worse than losing such a special child. That’s not even addressing my absolute uninvolvement with him now”, dropping his hand, “any incarceration or physical harm will do nothing”. The blob opens Its mouth in a soundless hiss.

The therapist nods, sitting at his desk to organise, “physical punishments towards those that actually feel like they deserve it are usually reacted to positively, rather than seen as a truly punishing experience. If anything, removal from the current fall out ‘this man’ is dealing with will actually make him feel better, less punished. The negative treatment from those we care about is of far more consequence than simple physical imprisonment, and that remains true for near everyone not on the psychopathic or sociopathic spectrum. That’s the very reason why interventions work, or-”, eyeing Vlad, “-why people seek out professional help under others encouragement”. 

Walker seems to actually consider the man, “hmm, perhaps”, eyes Vlad, scowling again. Vlad’s fine if this turns into a fight, Walker isn’t stronger than him even if it’s close and Vlad doesn’t ever fight fair. “And if I put in a proposal to the Observants”. Less a question and more a threat. 

Unfortunately for Walker, and the Observants, that threat would do the opposite of withers intentions. Vlad’s smirk is mean, “the boy would oppose them on principle alone, my godson is far more petty to them than he’s ever been to me”. Daniel would take any opportunity to annoy them even slightly. 

Walker huffs but at least actually leaves. Good riddance. Vlad throwing the therapist an extra hundred bill, “for the inconvenience, and the silence”. 

The man eyes he money, “I hardly need bribes”.

Vlad chuckling, “I’ve made much of my wealth off of bribery, consider it a habit of mine”, and walks out of the practice. 

Danny eyes Jack rubbing his forehead on the couch, at least Danny was mostly normal again outside of being a little too long, and the tail he was keeping hovering around Jack’s ankle for protective reasons. Maddie offering him a plate of cookies even though she’s barely cleaned herself up, “thank you, for that”. 

Danny takes the cookies of course, “he messed up yeah, but ghost jail is a little much”, grumbling and sticking a cookie in his mouth, ah okay teeth are still a bit off and pointy, “specially since Walker’s a prick”. 

She gives him a bit of a pinched smile, “hard to say”. 

Danny rolls his eyes, “you should look after yourself”, tilting his head at the door and the more unique scent of Val’s/Red’s nanobots, “outside of Jack thinking he kinda deserves to go to jail, they’re fine, Red. Want a cookie?”. Both Maddie and Jack jerk a little and look at him, so he shrugs, “people are smelly”. That’s all the explanation either of them are getting from him. 

Red popping the door open and sticking her head in, “way to be creepy, now can I get an explanation for what the heck happened? And why I couldn’t just deal with it?”, grumbling, “outside of apparently not being able to win”.

Jack leans back against the couch a bit tiredly, all the burns on his suit still stark, “what I did broke ghost law, like the ghost said”. 

“Walker”, Danny butts in.

Jack nodding at him with a little wince, they were getting somewhat better with names. “Like Walker said, and I guess? We, or I, am under that ghost cops? area or however it works exactly?”.

Danny sighing and rubbing his neck a little, “that portal you guys made opened up right into Walker’s territory, the section of the zone that his prison, and thus his laws, have jurisdiction over. Since it’s connected to Amity, Amity is technically connected to his territory; hence why a lot of ghosts who come here wind up in his jail”. 

Red sighing, “but he can’t do much because Amity is ‘your territory’? Never thought I’d be happy for that, you nightmare”. 

“Hey, I’m still a little insecure about that you jerk”. He’s absolutely ignoring the slight worry on Maddie‘s and Jack’s faces. He didn’t need them worrying about him and it was honestly a bit too late for it. 

She grumbles, “didn’t seem that insecure when you went all kaju on that ghost”. 

Danny crossing his arms, “considering Walker has a big thing for torture and really likes execution, it was warranted”. 

Even Jack winces, “okay, I, don’t think I deserve that”. 

Then, of course, Vlad freaking calls him, “what is it? If Walker’s causing more issues I’m actually going to eat him this time”. 

“Did he attempt to arrest your ex-father?”. 

Danny sighing, “he’s not ex-anything really, but yes”. Jack wasn’t ‘dad’, definitely not, but he also wasn’t ‘not dad’ either. It was a strange in between. “Obviously I wasn’t okay with that so”. 

“I could tell, he came by personally to effectively complain about you. However, considering how I know you to be, I take it you’re at FentonWorks?”. 

“Of course, that jerk”, Danny eyeing the two adult hunters, “and yeah, I am. You done with your ‘therapy that you don’t want to call therapy’ session?”. 

“Considering Amity becoming your little battle ground for asserting dominance, yes”. 

Danny rolling his eyes, “that’s hardly my fault, you fruitloop”. Danny completely ignores Jack muttering, “he’s in therapy?”, in shock and almost pain; he seems a little relieved too though. Then Red smacks him one over the head with a, “of course he is”. Because yeah, anyone would need therapy over that.

Vlad inspects his nails, being swarmed fully by blobs again, as he surveys the damage from the sky. Daniel went and altered the terrain again, at least it’s shifting itself back to normal slowly, not quite slow enough for no one to notice but it’s something. The massive indents and chunks taken out of things seem to be repairing as well, he seriously wished the boy would always clean up after himself this well; oh well, it gave him something to blow his money on. Something to spend his money on that made him look more like a ‘good samaritan’. 

Vlad eyeing a clear whip mark, “and will you be remaining there, with them?”. A question with an obvious answer, he knows, but he can hope to be wrong. He pushes a few blobs away from curiously inspecting his phone, like they knew it was the source of his slight aggravation now.

“Yeah, gotta make sure they at least get fixed up and that Jack doesn’t do anything stupid like try to go through the portal to ‘hand himself over’”. It hurt, Daniel staying there, he knew it would, even if that didn’t change the facts. Then the boy continues, “I’ll be back for supper of course”. 

Vlad blinking, “oh?”. Daniel wasn’t… going to even stay the night there? Still?

“Well yeah? Obviously?”. 

The boy says that like it’s such a simple, plain, expected thing. It’s jarring and soothing. Him coming back to Vlad’s residence was as obvious as the sun rising in the morning apparently. Someday it might not happen, but that would require something or someone messing up real bad. So long as Vlad didn’t do anything truly crazy or cruel, maybe just maybe, Daniel will always come back. 

Was... was that worth his suffering? Perhaps. Perhaps not. He can’t deny he’s pleased with this end result though; the blobs trilling, pleased, as well.

End.

Prompts: Vlad finally gets therapy. "Time, time, time, see what's become of me. While I looked around for my possibilities" - A character reminisces about what drove them to this point. Do they wish their life went in another direction…or did it get them exactly what they wanted? Worst possible reveal scenario, GO! Walker reminds everyone why he's the warden "I..I need your help." BadgerCereal Vlad gets his second chance, at a cost It hurt. He always knew it would hurt. He didn't realize how much. Jack Fenton finds out. Danny is stressed. He finds out blob ghosts make incredible chew toys and stress relievers. The blob ghosts seem to love being chewed/squeezed as well! It’s like a nice massage, good as enrichment for them Danny Phantom is the new King of the Ghost Zone. Except he doesn't know it. Ghosts just keep acting werid around him. Vlad is probably the one who has to spell it out for him. "A halfa? He's supposed to be dead!" Sometimes you just gotta be an eldritch horror. Newly Crowned Ghost King Danny experiencing his eldritch form for the first time, proceeds to have a meltdown at the further loss of his humanity. (Optional: Finds himself in space & a ghostly mentor comes to comfort him.) Forced Identity Reveal to the parents via Vlad and they don't take it well at first but don't try to attack him, they just ask him to leave for awhile so they can process this. That one time Sam had convinced Tucker to go goth, he hadn’t hated it—there were elements he actually found he enjoyed—but it ultimately wasn’t his “thing”. Then he discovered the CyberGoth subculture. Valerie enacts a plan to finally take down Vlad. Vlad has been quiet. Eerily quiet. No evil plots, not threats or pranks. Danny doesn't know what to make of it. On an unrelated note (Jack or Maddie, your choice), are acting kinda strange.

[liskantope]

Back in late 2020 I made a post which mentioned as a side comment the impression I get from a lot of the more aggressive SJ people that writing/saying a lot (e.g. writing long, nuanced, qualifying, and/or perhaps defensive-sounding responses) is seen as evidence in and of itself of being wrong in the argument, specifically the type of wrong that comes from a position of privilege (I thought a little later I wrote a short post focusing only on this, but I can't seem to find it now). The example in the above-linked post is in the strangely-proportioned screenshot, where someone who is being attacked for not bowing down to the Correct political opinions keeps responding with lengthy, articulate, nuanced comments (which include some acknowledgment of her own weaknesses) and is met only more vehement attacks declaring checkmate explicitly on the grounds that her comments are long. The end of the exchange happens when she leaves a comment raising her eyebrows at being attacked for long-windedness, and the entirety of the response is "...you and your privilege". It's a finale that's stuck with me.

I was reminded of this today when an unexpected spurt of activity showed up on my Tumblr: an activist with whom I got into a contentious exchange well over two years ago for some reason chose now to abruptly reblog a several of my lengthy responses with pithy remarks (okay, plus one which includes a link to her own independent blog post about it which I don't think I'd seen before), and a minor flurry of likes and replies followed. I don't care to reblog any of this now, or even link to it, because my getting into that debate is something I'm really not proud of: the topic is not a hill I want to die on, and I dislike my awkward defensiveness and repeated apologies and semi-retractions. If I'm going to spend time and energy arguing something really controversial, I would rather it be a discussion where I can be really incisive and not catch myself arguing carelessly and sloppily and feel the repeated need to step back and clutter everything with caveats and apologies. But, if you are curious, I was defending a YouTuber I respect from being cancelled for being Problematic, and this exchange happened in spring of 2021.

The one new bit of substantive information for me coming from today's activity is the link to a separate blog post written at the time, which further confirms that there's no point in me continuing to defend that YouTuber to this activist: apparently among the list of things that makes this YouTuber's case worse and confirms their guilt are (1) publishing an earlier video which made all of the exact right points but which (surprise, surprise) got noticed by more people than a written article by a lower-profile person from the Relevant Marginalized Group making essentially the same points, (2) acknowledging that the Relevant Social Justice Cause is a good one and including a link to a fundraiser, and (3) momentarily sighing with a slight look of exasperation when first bringing up the accusation of being Problematic in a video. (Sorry I'm continuing to be vague here.)

Continuing to argue with this activist would be a waste of time, since our rhetorical values and norms are clearly too far apart for us ever to reach each other. Looking at it makes me grateful to have found a part of Tumblr that does share my basic notions of how discussions should work.

But what strikes me most of all is how my lengthiness itself is somehow treated as evidence of my guilt or wrongness or privilege or something. One of my lengthy reblogs got met today with a single sentence mocking it as a "dissertation" and managing to weirdly characterize my thesis without explanation, while another later one got met with "Have you considered just.... never talking again? Because you are not good at it." Again, these little zingers were fired off probably within a few minutes earlier today, in response to things I wrote back in spring of 2021.

That's the exact same kind of back-of-the-hand dismissal that I mentioned above having witnessed done to someone else (with the "...you and your privilege" comment). It reads like "This person talks too much, that's how you know they're in the wrong, so no need to address any of their points, if I smack them with a one-sentence response saying 'Haha that just further confirms you're wrong!' then I win."

And it's like, usually I consider my ability at cognitive empathy to be quite good, but it's hard for me to figure out what the other party is actually thinking in a situation like this: I can sort of get my head around not respecting nuance in certain selective situations and thinking the ability to feel nuance is a sign of privilege or something, but I can't quite figure out how they justify these one-sentence blanket dismissals on the grounds that the other person's comments are too long without imagining that they must be aware on some level that they're just being domineering-in-an-internet-way and deliberately going for a cheap and empty slam-dunk. This isn't very charitable, but honestly I have a hard time understanding such people's motives any other way.

[bacchanal-if]

Hi!

I just played the update, and damn it was so great! I love the variety of reactions our MC can have to everything, and how they impact dialogues in general. I'm trying to strike a balance between having a MC who is naive, but at the same time build his sensitivity. I like the idea of someone who instinctively reads people pretty well, but is basically naive in his ideology and doesn't know much of the world. I think it makes for such an interesting character!

Also, I now already live for Ellis. They are so sweet and aaah I love them! Our father dearest though... that's a different matter. Oh well, at least my MC is a hopeless romantic who still wants to believe this marriage will go well so there is that. Can't wait to meet E to be honest. I'm just going feral over that... weirdly fairytale(-ish) story (well, at least as far as my MC is concerned), in which he truly hoped for a mariage that would make him happy despite it being an arranged thing, and it actually being a happy one in the end just because of the unexpected compatibility of what the two involved people want for their lifes to be. I adore the fact it - at least on paper - works so well, considering how unexpected it is with E's personality. But well, nothing you said on this blog up until now would lead me to believe it won't work, so yeah.

Aaanyway, that aside, I wanted to report a few things and had a question too!

^ This page seems a little bit OOC for my MC, based on the previous choices. I picked for my MC to be pretty optimistic about his father's summons - explicitly saying perhaps it's not so bad etc. No to mention, also the fact my MC was always obedient and that his father was never mad with him specifically. So I feel like my MC acts too worried here? Considering just how well the rest of the story flows with our previous choices and all, this page seems at odds?

^ An issue with the code here. Considering my previous choices, I think it should be the "acceptance" version in my playthrough. It seems to be showing all versions that would depend on a variable or something atm.

And for the question I had! So, we know E is possessive and tends to keep MC in a gilded cage, but would let some specific people close if really needed - at least if I remember correctly. What about Ellis? They are close family (if the player choses so), and so I'm wondering if they would let MC see them?

I think that's all! A pretty long message to be fair, so thank you for taking the time to read it!

Have a great day!

I am so happy you enjoyed it!! I always fret on updates.

It's such a hard thing to navigate, a naive but sensitive character, and I hope I've been good about the balance.

Ellis is such a sweetheart 💜 I was sad writing the dialogue for when you aren't close with them, because they are so in need of love. And I'm glad you see the fairy-tale aspect of it! I did knock the MC down a few worldwise points when their initial reaction is to think it could be love or admiration, which I am personally amused by, but having a hopeless romantic MC who hopes for a fairy-tale ending was always a MC I wanted to include.

Thank you so much for the feedback! It seems I had the stat gate too high for the text that should have shown for a meek but joyful MC, so I have fixed it, as well as the bug!

As for Edith and Edward, Ellis would certainly be allowed, but if Ellis starts trying to get the MC to rebel against E, they would start restricting the visits.

Thank you for your message!

[jeremy-queere]

Been asking around random bmc blogs to see what their favorite bmc song is. So you’re next! A full rant and everything would be nice >:)

I'm answering this 3 weeks late. sorry. don't @ me

Shoot, okay, that's a toughie. I think I'm going to go by "odds of me skipping when it comes up on shuffle" rules. So unfortunately, that immediately knocks out many of them - The Play (obviously...), Do You Wanna Hang; both Christine songs (SORRY CHRISTINE I HAVE NO EXCUSE) (i just like singing dude songs ;-;); the instrumentals. Do You Wanna Ride may well be called Do You Wanna Singreallyhigh :/

More Than Survive is the best for when I want to sing along loudly and flex my "acting" but it's also a million years long and starts out with porn, making it harder to play in mixed company.

Two Player Game - OK, so this one is good but. But. If we're including the big band version in our ranking, it might manage to eke its way out on top.

I'm calling this an unfair advantage since the other songs, if similarly arranged, might also slap this hard. Might.

Michael in the Bathroom and the Pants Song are on the same tier for me (SORRY AGAIN!!!) in that they are both very easy to get stuck in your head, you gotta get weirdly heartfelt singing them, and you really gotta be in the mood for them specifically. MitB is iconic for a reason but I'll skip it more often than not if I want to keep my energy up (which is usually the only reason I listen to music whoops). Loser Geek Whatever is also in here if it's the Broadway version. I know in my heart that the Christine songs also belong here.

Halloween, Smartphone Hour, Pitiful Children, and hell, Be More Chill Pt. 1 - These are all bops that are really plot important but that also means you gotta be willing to engage with the story if you want to jam out about it. I dunno if that makes sense? But like you can't sing along to Halloween without paying attention to what's going on with Jake's house during the song. (Sync Up may also fit in here but like. it doesn't go quite as hard as these 4)

Upgrade also fits in with the above category because um. Sorry to all again but. I used to love the first half and then just skip it as soon as the SQUIP verse was done. Again, for singing-along hype building.

So I think that narrows us down to Voices in My Head and the SQUIP Song.

Voices in My Head is an all-mood all-ages fun ditty. It's got heart, dammit. Does anyone not like this one?

But the SQUIP song......... That's the moneymaker, I think. I used to not be able to get my voice low enough, but either I've gotten better at it or I've stopped caring. This one is just fucking FUN. BUT. But but but but. But it has to be the original cast recording.

The Broadway version, someone send me an ask and I'll give my opinions on it. tl;dr they cut out a section of the song for NO reason.

HOWEVER, ON THE FIRST HAND. I have incorporated the Broadway version's little fake audio glitches into it whenever I sing the SQUIP Song. That's good shit.

If you were asking me what my fav is to listen to and not to sing along to, I couldn't tell you. If BMC is playing and I'm not singing along, there is something wrong with me. I don't say that jokingly. That's literally how I realize I'm in a bad mood/really tired is if I'm not singing in the car lol.

[cerebralabyss]

USELESS INFO I FEEL LIKE PUBLISHING!! and also just archiving on my blog 4 my own sake :D

here is the stories/reasons 4 all my alters’ names cuz they’re all weirdly significant in some way or another OR went thru a very long process 2 become the name it is today

putting it under cut cuz it’ll probably be longish

reffy & ramen - they both went thru different processes, but come from the same origin. VERY LONG STORY I AM NOT SHORTENING IT!!

we were finding a new collective name cuz our old one did NOT suit us at all!! and at the time, our understanding of our system was very different. we had a lot of trouble separating reffy/ramen cuz not having one host scared us, so ramen was a sort of “sub-alter” to reffy for a good while until we were comfy with the distinction.

we settled on the name remiel/ramiel, but couldn’t decide the spelling. we ended up using remiel collectively, but that name was also specific to reffy because again at the time afraid of deviating from host. so ramen ended up with the scrapped spelling!!

reffy - when we realized we in fact were not just one host, having reffy’s name as our collective name was rly confusing!! we ended up shortening it to “remy” for a rly long time. then, we ended up fusing the names “remy” and “maffy/maffal” (maffy is a sub-alter to reffy that we had treated as distinct for a while b4 realizing it wasn’t healthy for not fun reasons!!) so it became reffy!! and yes, reffy is short for reffal!! no one calls him that tho cuz it’s weird (other than dire cuz he’s strange but he only does that in private) (and sometimes jax scolds him using his full name cuz it’s funny)

fun fact: reffy decided 2 use the name reffy instead of remy in the vegetable section of a grocery store. very useful information ik (sarcasm)

ramen - this name didn’t end up getting changed till like a little over a year ago now!! they stuck with “ramiel” for a good while, purely because we have a dog tag with the name ramiel engraved on it and they didn’t want to change their name cuz then the dog tag would be WRONG!! but eventually they were like NO im CHANGING IT. the nickname “ram” rly stuck (since no one called them ramiel anyway cuz it was confusing with it being so close to the collective name) so took the ram and turned it into ramen like the instant noodles cuz enby behaviour (lh)

they actually considered the name “azriel” for a bit n couldn’t decide between that n ramen. ramen is much more fitting i could not IMAGINE IT BEING ANYTHING ELSE

(i’m writing this and im writing in third person to avoid confusion and it FEELS WEIRD!!!)

jax - ok i’m leaving out the context of my 2020 system yrs cuz it’s not rly relevant and complicated BUT!! this name came from back then. it came out of NOWHERE LIKE LITERALLY IT JUST POPPED INTO OUR HEAD LIKE “yea this guy… he’s jax” and i don’t know WHERE IT CAME FROM cuz we probably only ever heard that name less than 10 times our whole life. it’s RLY WEIRD but it kind of makes it feel oddly special cuz it just happened without us consciously thinking. like that’s just how the name was Meant 2 BE

his name has not changed a SMIDGE since then. he did end up deciding it’s short form 4 something else somewhere along the line, but only one non insys person& knows what it is cuz he’s weird abt it. it’s been years n he’s still keeping it a secret .. and no it’s not jackson !!! that’s ur one hint :3c

nuni - this one is kinda silly!! when we were like 8-12 our online alias name was our cat’s name and since nuni was the primary host at that time the name rly stuck with her. when she came out of dormancy a few yrs ago, we wanted to change it since it could get confusing differentiating our CAT from our HEADMATE so we went with a random nickname we called our cat!! idk where it came from exactly tbh,, but our parents still call our cat that sometimes like once in a blue moon and each time they do it feels SO WEIRD!!

dire - ima be real i know there was a reason behind this name but i can’t remember it 4 the life of me. none of us can it’s rly weird. just pretend this is an awesome cool backstory ok thx

BUT!!! there’s a neat story behind one of his many old names!!! he first developed/split as an oc introject, we called him “corgo” cuz he more closely resembled the comfort au version of said oc (which in hindsight was not a comfort au it was just the personification of the introject) and combined the word “comfort” with “margo” (the oc’s name)

driell - him n his sibling (who isn’t in our sys) both have names that r their parents’ names combined together n letters smushed around a lil bit!! his sisters name (alexis) is a combination of the specific alter names, and driell’s is a combination of collective names!!!

THIS WAS ACTUWLLY A LOT LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED i expected it 2 be long but i underestimate how much i love infodumping about my system WAYGYH. if u read this all the way thru it means the world 2 me u have no idea

i wanr to infodump abt system stuff more cuz it makes me happy :33 just worry abt clogging up my blog a bit :P

that’s it that’s all!!! good day 2 u

- 🖤

(🥀🎀🧸 co-con)

[persianflaw]

Rules: Tag 10 (or less) people you want to get to know better.

thanks for the tag @majorbaby! (we can pretend i didn't leave this unposted for too long lol)

Favorite color: red!

Song stuck in my head: right now it's "hey lover" by daughters of eve, because it's my morning alarm

Three favorite foods: a good grilled cheese, the basics with babish baked mac n cheese recipe with the mornay sauce (or honestly any mac n cheese), my family's recipe for persian rice

Last song I listened to: all the pretty little horses - jackie cusic (got randomly nostalgic for this weirdly sad lullaby song that was on the CD we played at naptime at my old job)

Dream Trip: i'd love to sightsee in japan someday

Last thing I Googled: "disney baby lullaby All the Pretty Little Horses", lol (i was trying to find the specific version on our cd)

tagging, uh, goddamn. @bbjkrss-blog @2rsquared @swarovskinipples @gardenvarietyfae @localorangecat @thebreakfastgenie @frogprincelucio @alucarda1977 @raisedbyhyenas @rationalisms if any of you guys want to do this. or if you see this and want to do it, i am tagging you too!

[aroaceconfessions]

TL;DR I think people feel too entitled to stranger’s specific attractions and feelings and labels when really, it’s none of their business.

I must admit I’m tired of labels. I love being aro, I love our flag, but I wish I could just live my life without having to clarify to others my specific degree of attraction as if it’s their business at all. I’m so tired of having to work to be seen as a normal person! I just want to live my life without being disrespected for… literally nothing. For my feelings, how I describe attraction.

A while ago I saw an ask on this blog that was weirdly controversial (the one about how somebody didn’t understand why people were comfortable with sexual fantasies, and everyone in the replies was calling them puritanical and thought-policing) and it made me realize that I’m just tired of this. If nobody cared about sexuality this wouldn’t even be a problem. Like yeah, some people get sex fantasies, yeah some other people don’t like those. Personally I don’t fully understand sex or attraction or how it is in any way connected to romance (for some reason I just cannot fathom the idea that romantic love can lead to sex? Idk) but that’s my brain and how it works, that’s fine, who cares.

What I mean is of course there’s going to be ace people who think that sexual fantasies are really weird or gross. Like duh, that literally is not a natural thing for them to experience, and if they also lack empathy (I mean textbook definition ability-to-put-yourself-in-others-shoes empathy, not compassion or sympathy) they will struggle to understand how it is just a natural thing for others! And that’s fine! That’s in their brain, that’s how it works up there, as long as they aren’t going around telling people they’re disgusting freaks for attraction or just being mean about it then it really doesn’t matter. And it goes the same for people who do experience attraction, like of course they aren’t going to understand not experiencing attraction because they just do and that’s just how it is.

I’m just tired of the labels, I feel like if we never had these in the first place, if everyone was a little more respectful, we wouldn’t have this issue. I just don’t get why some people don’t understand that what goes on in another person’s head is not your business, positively or negatively! You really don’t need to know what’s going on up there and that’s okay. Attractions of all sorts exist and really, I think it’s difficult for them to fit into just one box (see: “it’s a spectrum”). Labels are great sometimes for finding community and people who share an experience, but at some point they just get so restrictive, like people start saying that every ace person needs to be one way and every bi person needs to be this way and lesbians have to be that way and it’s just. Exhausting. I’m tired of having a long list of names for my attractions and non-attractions, I literally just want to live without having to tell people that I’m aromantic in order for them to not hit on me.

Sorry if this was rambly, it’s almost 3 am and I’m exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. I hope it was coherent.

[historyhermann]

English Sub Season Review: Eden’s Zero Season One

Overview (Spoilers Below)

In this sci-fi anime, Eden’s Zero, follow Shiki and his friends on a journey across the galaxy to find all four sisters and give the Edens Zero battleship its full power. On the way, they encounter a player who murders people in a virtual world, a devious hacker, a power-hungry leader, and a person who can see the future.

Reprinted from Bubbleblabber, my History Hermann WordPress blog on Jan. 31, 2023, and Wayback Machine. This was the fourth article I wrote for Bubbleblabber.  I would recommend this series. I claimed that I watched the dubbed version in this review, but that was a lie, as I actually watched the subbed version, as I prefer subs to dubs any day. I said I watched the dubbed version so this would be published. This is the ONLY article I wrote for Bubbleblabber that I'm still proud of. This post was originally published on December 20, 2021.

Our Take

The first twelve episodes of this series introduced a young boy named Shiki Granbell (Sean Chiplock), who meets the equivalent of a YouTuber, Rebecca Bluegarden (Kira Buckland) and her cat companion, Happy (Tia Ballard), as they search through time and space for a being called “Mother” (Colleen Clickenbeard), with Shiki trying to make as many friends as he can. This space romp continues the story of Shiki, Rebecca, and Happy, with some comparing it to earlier works by Hiro Mashima like Fairy Tail and Rave Master, as their crew continues to expand. The entire English VA cast moves the series forward with its energy, radiance, and exuberance.

The animation of this series from J.C.Staff is smooth and captivating, especially in battle scenes. It continues to astound, especially with new opening and closing themes beginning with episode 13 and moving forward. There are colorful characters, backgrounds, and animation which often blows you away. This includes the introduction of the wealthy sector of the planet Sun Jewel in the later part of the season. The show’s second opening theme is “Forever” by L’Arc-en-Ciel, and the second ending theme is “Sekai no Himitsu.” J.C.Staff is known for producing well-known series like A Certain Scientific Railgun, Revolutionary Girl Utena, and Azumanga Daioh.

There is the typical storytelling device of a narrator named Xiaomei (Jenny Yokobori). She is the Time Oracle and presides over the Temple of Knowledge on the Planet of Time. She knows everything in the universe and has future-vision a little like Garnet in Steven Universe, as she knows that the future branches out in various possibilities. She is weirdly obsessed with putting her visitors through battles, not knowing their outcome. She spends most of her time in the series as a narrator from the audience, not unlike the Watcher in What If…?

I found the episodes where Shiki and his friends go to Digitalis, a virtual planet/dimension, interesting. This isn’t because Pino chooses to be a human, Homura chooses a male avatar, or Weisz a female avatar, the latter two choosing avatars different from their original genders. Rather, it is due to the setting itself it seems to be applying to those who play with virtual reality or online multiplayer games. Specifically, Shiki and his friends can’t rewrite the code of the planet, but can use their real-world abilities, and they can log out of the game. The mix between reality and the virtual world reminds me a bit of The Hollow, which toyed with this concept.

Eden’s Zero has similarities with other shows which have hackers, as Hermit is well-skilled with breaking into systems to help her friends. Hermit is a bit different, however, as she has a dark past. She was deceived by humans into building a cannon which obliterated another planet, and for years she is tortured by scientists for their own ends. While she is rescued from a prison, the trauma of her experience prevents her from stopping a hacker which is destroying the Edens Zero, until Rebecca connects directly with her, and Shiki tells her to believe in herself, causing her to regain some faith in humanity.

The characters of Happy, who can transform into blasters, and Pino, who has an EMP which can knock out technology for a brief period, are interesting additions as well. Perhaps it is a commentary on anime shows themselves when it turns out that the Ether Gear that Rebecca, Homura, and Shiki use do not work when your hands are tied. In contrast to other series, it is made clear that everything has a heart, no matter whether it is human or robotic. However, this also means that humans and robots can die and stop functioning.

One of the intriguing plot threads is Homura’s journey. She becomes more a part of the team in these episodes, but is willing to save her friends, even from innumerable odds, like on the digital world, when she is facing a government spy, Amira (Emi Lo), who is impersonating her, and a murderer who is cheating to stay in the game. She hopes to reach her master and mother-of-sorts, Valkyrie, as part of the mission to find the goddess of the universe and struggles with facing a copy of Valkyrie when she visits the Planet of Time and thinks back to her early life. This comes to a head in episodes 19 to 25, when the crew go to the planet Sun Jewel, with wealthy and poor sectors. Whether it is  like Star Wars and Fairy Tail, or not, it is a unique series in and of itself.

Homura finds out that the brutal Madame Kurenai, who won’t tolerate any crime or violence on the planet, is her greedy mother, who has enforcers to keep “order” in the labor district of the planet and wants to destroy the whole district with a superweapon as it isn’t profitable for her. She also discovers, to her horror, that her master, is no more, and she takes time to process this, while the audience learns of how Kurenai betrayed Valkyrie, continuing to fight with encouragement from her friends. Following Kurenai’s defeat by Shiki, she rejects Kurenai’s plea for forgiveness and says she wants nothing to do with Kurenai. In a bit of karma, Kurenai runs into the forest and is captured by Cedric, a man whose face she burned off, and they turn her into their “pet.” Homura makes peace with what happened, leaving Valkyrie behind, and decides to take on the same role as Valkyrie. Two of the shining stars, Witch and Sister, even embrace each other over the death of Valkyrie, and cry together, sad to see the loss of their friend.

There are funny parts in the series, like the different outfits the characters wear, including skimpy ones, especially embarrassing Rebecca. She is a character who changes outfits more than any other character, including when she wears an outfit from a popular anime, only to have her be embarrassed by Labilia Christy (Lizzie Freeman), an arrogant B-Cuber. She also spends time discovering her own magical powers, even using them to defeat Nino, a B-Cuber who declares that anime will save the universe, and saves the day by telling Kurenai’s enforcers, known as the Punishers, to stand down.

Eden’s Zero does not shy away from maturity. For instance, episode 21 has warnings for language and smoking. In other episodes, we see characters being tortured or dressed in outfits which appears to be fan service. On the other hand, Weisz, a male character, is naked in one episode, and embarrasses himself, so it’s not only women who wear revealing clothes. Additionally, there is fighting in nearly every episode, mainly led by Shiki to protect his friends, including in the final episodes of this season where Madame Kurenai fights against Shiki in a huge mecha, through the city center and into the labor district.

© 2021-2023 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

[sorrowschengmei]

a couple of really random thoughts logging to tumblr after millennia

-no i DONT want to see these fooking k-luxers and r-los istg i had them all blocked

-i really thought i was INFJ for 5 miserable years bc i was depressed and liked to write sad poetry huh

-ppl would straight up post tits and gore here without tagging or tw or anything lmaooo our dashes were like, fandom, meme, morgue photo, self harm apology, squirters-paradise, meme, cute dog all in one breath

-there were so many cool and completely geeky blogs out there... dogs in glasses everyday? got you covered! weirdly specific fairycore-slash-18th century book illustrations only? follow here! pornographic parodies of famous book covers drawn by someone with the motor skills of a trained monkey? WE HAVE IT. most of these stopped updating 4 years ago... that’s weird, i can’t recall what happened in tumblr that was so important 4 years ago...

-NOT MY TRUSCUM PHASE REARING ITS UGLY HEAD AT ME NOPENOPENOPE

-istg is SO MORE COMFORTABLE for the eyes a blog style dashboard, with no character limit and plenty of images and gifs and custom fonts. i had almost forgotten how PRETTY web 2.0 was. it really felt like decorating your own room and waiting for visitors.

-TAGS

-NO REALLY TAGS

-IMAGINE LIFE WITH TAGS

-YEAH NOW YOU CAN

-but good lord these images take CENTURIES to load i’m just a tiny little 18 year old from tiktok waiting bores me [yes i’m 18. that ugly 1993 on my birth certificate was a MISTAKE OKAY i’m not a millennioomer and no i won’t tell you my hogwarts house--its pretty obvious i’m a slytherin]

-i don’t want to make a new account tho, even with the unpractical shit that is my main being a sideblog, it’s fun to see how things are gonna change from now on, like watching a victorian house invaded by two buses full of rowdy 11 year olds who will grope all the dusty statues and open the decaying drawers. will they find a ghost [wait no, it’s just an angry superwholocker who hasn’t seen grass since 2015] and leave? will they break something and force mommy and daddy to pay a shitton to the heritage fund? will they behave decently as they’ll be too busy in their tiktoks cancelling each other for the v-slur [victorian] usage?

i don’t know but i really want to see what happens lmao   

[canary3d-obsessed]

Apparently this is controversial but I think LIKES are GREAT! If you like something I made but don’t feel like sharing it, that’s cool! Your blog is a curated space where you show your followers a particular set of stuff! You can personally like something without wanting to stick it in your living room or out on your front lawn! 

[boydiisaster]

It's so awesome there's blogs like yours out there trying to provide content for GN and Male fans. It's so hard to find anything even GN, and as a nonbinary person I just want you to know how much it's appreciated! If you're okay with taking requests right now, I have an Obey Me one? Do you have any headcanons on a poly/throuple relationship between a GN MC, Satan, and Solomon? Those two are surprisingly good friends in canon and alike in a lot of ways, I love them both so much!

throuple satan and solomon headcanons

reader: gender neutral, they/them pronouns

tw/cw: a bit of spoilers and fighting/blood mentions

author's note: AWW YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY YOU'RE SO NICE, ANON :,) i'm trying my hardest to provide more content for other male and gender neutral readers out there, so i really hope that what i write is enjoyable for yall <33 also i haven't the slightest idea of satan and solomon's canon relationship because i'm only at like lesson 30 smth and don't keep up with my messages so i just pulled most of their dynamic for this out of my ass ( ._.)

It was like a cat just met a dog when Satan and Solomon started dating. They have similarities, sure, but whereas Satan is cold and calculated with his spells, plans, and pranks, it's as if Solomon doesn't think. Like, ever.

How was someone so smart so insufferably stupid at the same time? It's as if Satan is his babysitter more than he's his boyfriend.

Oh god and when Solomon ropes you into doing something with him-

"I hate you both," Satan grumbles, checking your temperature and seeing how it's well above the normal temperature for humans. "Solomon, you can't just drag MC on all your dangerous adventures. They're much more human than you are."

"Just because I accidentally made a spell that cursed me with immortality doesn't mean I'm any less human than they are." Solomon crosses his arms at his boyfriend's hurtful words. "Besides, MC wanted to come with me. Isn't that right, MC?"

You didn't speak. That was probably because you had passed out from how incredibly fatigued you were. Your skin was sticky and noticeably sweaty, eyes closed shut while letting out painful whimpers.

"Tell me again just what happened to them?" Satan groans as he opens a spell book. God knows where he got it. He did that a lot. He was like a video game character or something the way he'd just pull books or spell jars from out his ass. He was always the one Mammon would ask for a pencil, because hell he had like hundreds on him at all times.

"Well," Solomon cheekily smiles and scratches the back of his neck. "We went looking for some herbs for a new spell I concocted."

"Uh huh?"

"And MC sort of... fell."

"What did they fall on, Solomon?"

Said man falls silent. "Solomon?" Satan drags out his lover's name, threatening him, to which all Solomon can do is smile again, this time more nervous.

"They kind of, maybe, fell into a bush of what could have been poisonous flowers...."

"What kind of poisonous flowers, Solomon?" Satan glares at him.

Solomon thinks for a moment, then clasps his hands together. "Let's just say that if we don't get Diavolo or Lucifer in the next," he looks toward a clock, "fifteen or so minutes, MC might fall asleep for probably a whole millennium."

That earns the sorcerer a big thwack to the back of his head by Satan's spell book.

That was probably the first major incident where you were dragged into Solomon's dangerous plans, but it certainly wasn't the last. Most of the time you either ended up with several scrapes or bruises, things Satan or Solomon could easily patch up on their own. But sometimes you'd come back missing a shirt or as a cat.

(It's hard for Satan to be mad at Solomon for accidentally turning you into a cat, but he manages it because you were furious.)

... You were a really cute cat though, MC.

A cat was frantically trying to climb up Satan's pant leg. He was out in the garden tending to his flowers when a kitty he'd never seen before made their way through the bushes and crashed into his leg.

"Hello little one," he smiled at the cat. "Are you lost?"

The cat let out a pitiful wail and latched themselves onto Satan's leg. Satan frowned a bit and started to get worried. "Are you hurt? What's wrong?"

He picked up the cat to examine them. They were a cute little thing with [eye color] eyes and a sleek fur coat. Satan couldn't see anything physically wrong with them. Their paws looked fine, and there was no blood anywhere.

"Did you lose your mom? Maybe your kitten?" he began to muse, then Solomon exploded through the bushes looking frantic as ever.

"Have you seen a cat?" he gasped for air. "About this tall, [eye color] eyes, clearly upset?"

"You mean this one?" Satan held up the cat he found.

"Yes! Give them here-"

The cat hissed and clawed at Solomon's hand, burying themselves further into Satan's grasp. They growled, then looked toward Satan to let out another pitiful whine.

"MC, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Solomon cried.

The cat hissed again.

"I'm sorry, did you just say MC?"

Solomon stiffened. He started to laugh nervously, fiddling with his cuffs. "Uh... would you break up with me if I told you I turned our darling MC into a tiny cat...? If so then no, I didn't say MC."

"You did what?!"

"Oh would you look at the time! I have a meeting with Lord Diavolo I must attend to right now, goodbye Satan, I love you!"

And then Solomon left, leaving Satan to fix whatever spell he put on their partner by himself. Satan wasn't angry about it, but the look of pure rage on your little furry face was enough to let Satan know that if he kept you as a cat for a moment longer you'd raise hell upon everyone in the vicinity.

Having a pact with a demon means that pretty much everything you do is shared with said demon. You feel emotions stronger, god forbid if you feel their specific emotions. You could be angry at Mammon for swiping a bag of candy you bought for yourself, but you act as if Mammon robbed you of every last thing you had just because of the pact you share with Satan. He feels awful about that, even though you reassure him time and time again that:

1.) It's not his fault, and

2.) You wanted a pact with him

Even so, please give Satan cuddles and kisses after he gets all sulky. He acts composed, but on the inside he's so incredibly self-conscious of both his sin and his pact with you.

"You need to be more careful," Satan quietly mused as he bandaged your hurt hands and face. You had gotten into a fight at school because a demon shoved you, and now you were currently inside Satan's room, getting blood all over his pretty carpet.

"I know," you softly sighed and hissed once the rubbing alcohol came into contact with the cuts on your face. "I just, I don't know. It set me off for some reason."

Your boyfriend hesitated for a moment, then applied a bandage to your cheek. "It's because of the pact."

"Satan-"

"You know I'm right, MC." Satan didn't look at you when he talked. Instead he looked at his lap, which had the first aid kit he was using to fix you up in it. "I know I talk about this a lot but... I am truly sorry for doing this to you."

"Hey," you cupped his cheek. "It's not your fault. I can learn to live with this. I learnt to handle my greed, envy, and gluttony when I built pacts with your brothers, right?"

"You shouldn't have to though. Maybe it's best if I-"

You silently kissed him. It was a bittersweet kiss, one filled with love yet unspeakable sadness and hurt. Satan was so self-conscious of his sin, yet you loved him still anyway. You wished he could see that.

"Don't finish that thought," you whispered as you pulled away. Resting your forehead against his, you continued. "I love you. Despite your sin, despite how you were born, despite everything; I love you. I chose you, and I wanted a pact with you." You smiled, and Satan couldn't help but blush at your next sentence.

"You silly demon. You really can't see how amazing you are, huh? It's okay though, because both me and Solomon will always be here to remind you."

Solomon touches all your pact marks constantly. When you take off your shirt it's hard to stop him from touching Leviathan's mark located directly on your back. He's always rubbing his fingers over Beelzebub's symbol on your stomach, always outlining Mammon's mark on your wrist. Sometimes he kisses Belphegor's symbol on your throat. When meeting your eyes, he never fails to stare into the one that holds Lucifer's mark, and even though you cover your thighs almost all the time, it's like Solomon can tell where Asmodeus's mark is. It's his favorite place on your thigh to touch.

You sighed whenever you felt Solomon's lips touch the small of your back. A smile made its way onto your own lips as you giggled.

"I didn't expect Satan to place his mark somewhere so... subtle," he admitted as he popped up to press a kiss to your cheek.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He was playing with your wrist again, looking at the symbol of greed that adorns your skin.

"Solomon," you started.

Your lover hummed. You could tell he was beginning to grow drowsy. His eyes were closed and his movements slowed.

"Are you... jealous?"

That woke him up. He made you face him, and the expression he wore was unreadable. It worried you. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.

"I just mean, like," you grew embarrassed. "Um... you're always touching my pact marks, or always looking at them, and I don't know. Are you mad at me for them?"

The sorcerer gently grasped your hands. His fingers were weirdly soft considering how much he uses them. He sat there for a moment, just running his thumbs over your palms before speaking.

"I am a little," he admitted. "But I'm not mad at you. If anything I'm proud."

You smiled a bit. It was a lopsided and awkward sort of smile, but to Solomon it was the most beautiful thing in the world, as cheesy as that sounded.. He loves seeing his partners happy. He loves seeing you happy.

"You're much stronger than you think," Solomon continued. "Being able to hold seven different pact marks, ones belonging to Avatars, as a human with no sort of prior knowledge on magic?" He beamed. "You're incredible."

That only embarrassed you more. You groaned a bit and tried swatting Solomon away to hide your face, but your lover only pulled you in for a short yet loving kiss.

"You're cute, you know that?"

"You're cuter," you retorted. Solomon just smiled.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, dear. Speaking of which," he leaned back on your bed and made grabby hands at you, indicating that he wanted you to lay next to him. "I'm tired. Cuddle me."

"So needy," you joked, but instantly complied to Solomon's request. He was never like this in public. It was nice seeing him so open and vulnerable... and cute.

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Why did you choose your URL?

I wanted something different from Violincat, which I was already using on other sites.

How long have you been on Tumblr?

Since 2015.

Do you have a queue tag?

Not a particular queue tag, but all the stuff posted in my “usual time” is queued.

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

To join a BC hosted by someone who is not longer active. And to interact with more Sims blogs.

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because I loved this picture of Anna from this photoshoot.

Why did you choose your header?

It’s one of my earlier pictures from The Roommies. I don’t think I’m going to be changing it anytime soon. It gives me happy memories.

What's your post with the most notes?

Used to be the posts with my pose downloads, but I think, recently, it’s the egret picture.

How many mutuals do you have?

I wouldn’t know how to check.

How many followers do you have?

As of now, it says 783, but I think many of them are no longer active.

How many people do you follow?

1,161 blogs, not all of them Sims blogs, though. And same as above, many are no longer active.

Have you ever made a shitpost?

Yes and I’ll definitely make more in the future 😜

How often do you use tumblr every day? 

Far too often... but it’s going to change soon for work reasons.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Weirdly enough, yes. I was sleep deprived and got into an argument with a literature blog about The Little Mermaid. I don’t remember the specifics of the argument or what our stances were. I do remember waking up the next day, though, after getting some sleep, and realizing how dumb the whole thing was.

How do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

A bit annoying. If I want to reblog a thing, I will. If someone tries to guilt me into doing something, the opposite will happen.

Do you like tag games? 

I do. They’re fun.

Do you like ask memes?

Absolutely! It’s always fun to give more info about OCs or even myself.

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

There are a few who are well-known both in the Sims community and on Tumblr in general. Not going to name names, but I do think all of my mutuals are really cool people, so if you’re reading it, you’re it!

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Not at this time, unless we’re talking about their stories and creations.

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