#ectoplasm is the duct tape of reality

[foolish-watcher]

DPxDC IDEA #2

So this is just an extention of my previous idea so Hear me out.

Danny Phantom didn’t just become King of the Infinite Realms. He earned it. Twice.

First, he took down Pariah Dark, the old undead tyrant who ruled with screaming banshees and bone dragons. Everyone thought that was the big moment. But nope. That was just level one.

The real test? Dan Phantom. His own future self, the version of him that broke, snapped, and drowned the world in ash. Danny faced him. Fought him. Chose to be better. Ripped the crown off his own worst fear and said:

“If I become you, then who’s left to stop me?” And then he won. And the Infinite Realms saw that and went: “Yeah. That’s our king.”

But here’s the kicker: the Infinite Realms isn’t just ghost limbo. It’s deeper. Weirder. It touches everywhere. It’s the spiritual backend of the multiverse. It’s where souls go when Death claims them, where stray ideas from Dream float by, where Destiny’s threads get tangled, where Delirium’s chaos paints the sky, where Despair weeps, where Desire whispers. It’s not one place—it’s all places in-between.

And now Danny’s running it. With a hoodie, glowing green eyes, and a very tired expression.

That’s when the Endless stepped in. They didn’t fight him. They didn’t test him. They just… looked at him. Saw what he’d done. What he was doing.

And they gave him a name.

Deliberation. Because Danny chooses. Always. He weighs, he wonders, he hesitates—and then he jumps in headfirst anyway, because someone has to.

He’s the eighth now. The unexpected sibling.

Delirium loves him.

She showed up in the Realms once, riding a fish made of television static, screamed “NEW BROTHERRRRRR!!!” and tackled him midair. Danny screamed, Fright Knight almost decapitated her out of reflex, and Clockwork just sipped tea like this was normal.

“You’re sticky,” Delirium giggled, clinging to Danny’s arm. “You’re real,” Danny blinked, “Wait, are you—are those shoes made of bees??”

They’ve been chaos buddies ever since.

Clockwork, of course, is one of Destiny’s tools. A soft-spoken failsafe. A little cheat code Destiny made in case things got too messy. He watches over Danny like a tired dad/grandpa/supervisor with a headache.

“You are exceeding your quota of nonsense,” Clockwork sighs. “You made me king of ghost limbo, what did you expect?” Danny deadpans.

Fright Knight? Used to belong to Dream. A nightmare that got kicked out for being too edgy. Now he stands guard outside Danny’s throne room like a very dramatic emo uncle.

And the Neverborn? Souls that were almost, but not quite. Not ready for life. Formed from ectoplasm and longing. Danny tries to help them move on, guide them into reincarnation. But some… just don’t fit. So he places them gently in the hands of the sibling they belong to.

“This one dreams in colors that don’t exist yet,” he tells Dream. “This one burns for things she’s never known,” he says to Desire. “This one… hurts too much,” he murmurs, and hands her to Despair.

He’s the bridge. The balance. The one who does the in-between work the others don’t see—or maybe choose not to.

And even if he never asked for this, even if the title weighs heavy, he still shows up every day.

The crown he wears isn’t gold. It’s choice.