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phantomphangphucker · 2 years

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Phic Phight - Show Respect To The Name

For: @ectopal @things-i-cannot-do-in-amitypark @2000dragonarmy @welcome-tothe-mystery-shack

The G.I.W. have always been up their own asses enough to think so little of ghosts. As far as they were concerned, ghosts were no better than a swarm of locusts; just far bigger and far more dangerous. The rest of the world, however, thinks the G.I.W. can just go fuck off. And, you know, maybe picking a fight with an entire dimension wasn’t the greatest decision to be made.

The G.I.W. were in something of a pickle. The higher-ups were unhappy with them, with their entire branch, and were starting to make noises about cutting funding or even doing away with the entire branch! Their membership was also spiraling down the drain, with nearly no new potential interested recruits. Why? Because Amity Park still had a ghost problem, because they hadn’t yet successfully gotten rid of the pests. Their higher-ups likely wouldn’t have cared about that if it weren’t for the fact that the town needed a serious chunk of money quite frequently to handle all the damages and repairs. Many of the G.I.W. had tried to tell their higher-ups to simply cut the town off unless the townsfolk actually cooperated with the G.I.W. actively from here on out. But that had been swiftly rejected with a ‘that will make them hate you lot more and besides, we’re not going to cut off the Fenton’s who seemed to be doing a better job than you’. That had stung, the Fenton’s were a joke, their ghost portal was likely the entire reason for the ghosts plaguing that town specifically. But apparently Amity Park viewed the two nut jobs as lovable and their own higher-ups viewed them as valuable.

And then there was the problem of Phantom. An actual ghost. That the town had been praising as a hero for the better part of a year! There was even a festival for the ghosts deathday that was held a few months back after one of the townsfolks had apparently stumbled upon some of the known evil ghosts arguing about what to do for Phantom, since apparently It had never ‘celebrated’ Its own demise! Ghosts were dangerous brutes! Celebrating death like that at all. It was even seeming like their higher-ups, the government in general, was starting to view Phantom neutrally, rather than as the dangerous monster It was. Which meant the things ploy to likely conquer earth via popularity was working. And on top of that the Amity Parker’s seemed to be becoming tolerant of ghosts in general. Footage of them playing with smaller ghosts, having simple conversations with more humanoid ghosts, even helping them. The town was even tolerant of their town being turned into a damn lair! To the place being able to change and alter to the whims of some undead freak teenager. Yes that helped with repair costs, but none of the G.I.W. were going to mention that to anyone; the last thing they need, the world needs, is the American government’s higher-ups deciding that that’s actually a good thing because it’s saving some cash and attracted some tourists. More would be saved by doing away with the creatures entirely anyway.

But more than all that? The G.I.W. had been turned into a laughing stock. By Amity Park, by the ghosts, by the other government branches. At this point they stood to lose all their support and funding; and the ability to do whatever they wanted regarding ghosts. If this continued on then America would fall to the ghosts once Phantom was through indoctrinating them or brought any of Its friends here. Then after that, the world. They, the G.I.W., were the last real stronghold against these beasts and they were being made into a mockery. In the court of public opinion they had lost.

But… they were still a government power. They still had their stranglehold on what to do about the ghost problem on a larger scale. They still had the might of the American army, the best and most powerful in all existence regardless of what the Chinese say. Phantom was laying siege on earth as far as their concerned and if that town won’t cooperate and Phantom apparently can’t be captured through the regular hush hush channels, then they’ll have to deal with the realm of the filthy creatures instead of the creatures individually. Do away with the lot of them or do enough damage that the things stay in their own disgusting realm.

It was time to stomp things out for good, it was time to restore their name and honour, it was time for war.

---

Danny had found out what the actual Hell was going on while sitting on his throne in the middle of suffering through listening to the Observants nag at him. Some super dangerous ghost went and pissed them off and now they wanted to End whoever and were trying to convince him to approve such a thing.

HA!

As if.

And he knew that they knew that he wouldn’t agree to letting them do it. So really they’re just wasting his time to bother and annoy him for not caving to their wills. They seriously hated that they couldn’t just do whatever they wanted with ghosts now, and that the one who could, actually gave a crap and was protective. Both Pariah and Laufiel had just let them do whatever they wanted and Pariah being sealed just let them do whatever they wanted even more. But King Phantom was having none of their shit. They didn’t like it and so they were trying to make that his problem as much as they could.

And it was while they were doing just that that Vlad of all people had barged in. Followed by the FrightKnight… who wasn’t trying to kick him out for interrupting a meeting with the Observants -Danny was practically the only ghost besides ClockWork that didn’t have either a healthy dose of fear of or respect for the Observants- meaning that some shit™️ was going down. The two present Observant give off the feeling of being offended when Danny immediately looks to Vlad, “what is it, Vlad”; he honestly wasn’t in the mood. Vlad does help that mood though, giving a very sarcastic, “now I know how you just hate being dragged away from the Observants silly little tirades”, smirking slightly before frowning, “however, it would seem that those G.I.W. fools have finally had enough”, and pulls out his phone with one of those fancy projectors built into it. Projecting up a news broadcast of the G.I.W. declaring war on the Ghost Zone as a whole and all ghosts therein.

Wow.

Just wow.

Talk about dying throes of losing men.

The Observants glance at each other looking slightly panicked, even the FrightKnight seems worried. Well guess the G.I.W. did have the backing of America military might if they wanted to. A bit concerning yeah, and the rest of the world might actually offer support too… if it looked like America/the G.I.W. could win this. Pah. Yeah right. But if they are willing to go this far, and the American government willing to let them and support them, then he’s gotta take off his kiddie gloves and actually get rid of the G.I.W. firmly instead of slowly beating them down via shitty popularity and trying to make the American government realise that the ‘spookies ain’t that bad’ via slow coexistence.

Danny shakes his head at the recording, laughing after a beat, “those crazy motherfuckers actually went and did that huh”, shaking his head with a chuckle, “alright, bet”, gesturing lazily at The FrightKnight, “Frighty, go fetch me a nice little war declaration. I’m a tit for tat kinda motherfucker”, shrugging, “I mean really, what’d those idiots expect to happen”.

The FrightKnight almost seems to jump with delight before floating off with a definite grin under that helmet of his.

Danny summoning up some transmission screens in front of him and all around the Infinite Realm, him smirking at them and resting a chin on a fist, “hello denizens of the Infinite Realm, it’s me! your king! Hold the applause, I know you want to but just hold it in. Now for those of you that don’t know, it seems that some mortals of the living world, the G.I.W. in tandem with the American government of Terra also known as Earth, have declared war on my wonderful little realm of spookies. Now I’ve been busy with the Observants for some time so if this isn’t new news you can harass them for wasting my time”, looking to the side and taking the simple little paper from the FrightKnight, who’s bouncing with joy a little bit too noticeably. Danny crossing his legs to prop the paper up on a knee, summoning out a quill, signing a little declaration of his own. Holding it up lazily to the screens, “anyway, in these trying times, do remember to have fun”, and grins like an idiot before pointing at the screens seriously and speaking quickly like he’s voicing the side effects of a ‘as seen on tv’ pain medicine ad, “but the weak ones stay home I will not be held accountable for any ending or injury at the hands of the humans should you harass them against your better judgment and no mass murder or anything. Oh and leave Amity Park alone you dicks”. And then does away with the screens. Had he just given permission to genuinely leave Amity Park and cause actual genuine problems pretty much around the world? Yes, yes he did. Was that maybe not the smartest decision? Also yes. But was it a very ghost king worthy decision? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Uncrossing his legs to hop up off of his throne, making shooing motions at the Observants but instead of leaving they fly agressively at him, “what do you plan to do?”.

“Yes, this is dangerous. Out of all the planets species humans are the most troublesome”.

Danny snorting, “you say that like I’m not a human. Dumbasses”. They flinch at that, making him feel very pleased with himself before continuing, “and simple”, beaming a smile at them that makes it seem like he’s having a little too much fun, “I’mma drop an army on their front door. Directly. Using the express till”. Wagging a finger, “humans might be tenacious spiteful motherfuckers but…”. And Vlad basically explains for him, with a smirk, “there is a such thing as an unbeatable force”.

“Exactly!”, looking at the Observants, “now shoo, shoo with you”. They scowl at him but do indeed fuck off. Nice. The FrightKnight eagerly asks, “do you want me to summon the Dread Army to attend you?”.

“Oh most definitely. All four billion of them”, and Danny’s grin might be a little malicious, “it’s officially time for Earth, or at least America, to finally pay their goddamn respects”.

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Now the G.I.W. had barely had a chance to begin their assault, thinking foolishly that either the ghosts wouldn’t hear about their coming destruction or, like all logic and reason pointed to, had no real collective waring power to doing anything about anything with. They already had full military might heading to Amity but…

Apparently it was now covered in a powerful green ecto-shield. Damnit. They probably should have seen that bit coming but, well, nothing a nuke or two won’t solve. The place might as well be a part of the Ghost Zone so it would be no loss if the place got raised to the ground. But before that, all Hell breaks loose and they start getting flooded with reports of ghost sights.

Vortex was rampaging in Alaska.

Undergrowth took over literally all of China in the blink of an eye.

There were ghost Alicorn stampedes in Miami.

Canadian geese were being ridden by tiny fairy-like ghosts and dive-bombing people with their beaks.

Some ghost sirens nearly killed an entire ship crew and were just running around sinking ships in nearly every ocean.

Agent. D slams his hands down on the table, “what the Hell is happening out there! Where are they all coming from and how!”. Ghosts could cause a more serious threat in groups but this screamed coordinated. His government superior, who was simply sitting in the room and watching, doesn’t look impressed.

And then it gets worse.

Agent. F running into the room, barely avoiding looking panicked and sweat-slick. “Sir, you need to come see this”, in a tone that’s seriously concerning and ominous. Both Agent. F and Agent. D pausing and looking to the government superior, who gets up slowly, readjusts his tie, and walks out of the room silently; sending the two a disapproving calm glare all the while.

This… this was not good. Either way the two G.I.W. agents walk out as well, and the main area is chaos. All the active agents looking rushed and panicked. Them sending Agent. D and especially the Big Man from up above nervous glances. Many of the more tech and small duties oriented agents sitting around the big screen, Agent. F waving the two to follow over. And on the screen, sitting casually twenty feet in the air directly above the White House, was Phantom. On a floating throne decorated in red and green jewels, white flames blazing lazily off the back of it; the ghost has one ankle propped up on the other knee and Its elbow resting on one of the throne's armrest with Its his chin on a closed fist. The ghost then winks seemingly directly at the screen, like It knew they were watching (Danny, in fact, did know); and then a ludicrously massive army of green skeletons with swords or axes or riding skeletal alicorns appear like from green mist that seeps from the throne. Another ghost decked in sharp armour, a flaming helmet, and wielding a sword appearing ten feet below Phantom and whatever that dangerous ghost was doing.

The armoured ghost slashes It’s sword through the air, bellowing, “ATTENTION HUMANITY! LIVING BEINGS OF THE PLANET EARTH! YOUR ACTIONS AGAINST THE INFINITE REALMS MIGHT HAS NOT GONE UNNOTICED! AS SUCH! HIS MAJESTY! IN ALL HIS PROVIDENCE! HAS DECREED TO MEET YOUR DECLARATIONS OF WAR!”, sticking Its sword straight up into the air, “NOW TREMBLE BEFORE THE HIGH SOVEREIGN OF GHOSTS! KING PHANTOM!”, and swinging Its sword downwards; sending a large flaming meteorite down into the White House and burning it to the ground Canadian style.

The government higher up turns his entire body to the side, crossing his arms behind his back and glaring at Agent. D, “well, Mr. Amazing Wonderful Ghost Hunter Agent, what will you do now?”.

Agent D and everyone else doing nothing for a beat, too stunned, before running everywhere; attempting to get whatever anti-ghost stuff they had up, running, and into action.

The head government man simply walking close to the screen and watching, Phantom seemingly looking right at the camera again, mouthing ‘you asked for this, we simply answered in kind’, making the man sigh slightly. Shaking his head to himself in disappointment. He’s got a call to make.

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Agent. D scowls, sitting in an armoured truck nearing the ex-White House. Phantom had parked Its disgusting ghostly throne square in the middle of where it used to be and the ghost was grinning like the Cheshire Cat himself. And that… that pisses Agent. D off, him popping open the door, “what is this, you foul creature!”.

Phantom laughs from Its spot, “oh come on, you didn’t seriously think that some weak simple simple ghost was running around beating the crap out of ghosts who are literal gods, did you? I mean seriously”.

The agent scowls, “as if we’d believe such things!”. The ghost snaps a finger and a massive slobbering green dog rams into the military vehicle, sending it rolling away. Phantom whistling and shouting cheerily, “go get ‘em boy! Go! Go get it! YEAH! What a good pupper!”. And at that very moment basically all of the G.I.W. agents back at their main head base were now being held at blade point by various skeleton soldiers.

One also holding a sword to the government big shot, who gives the glowing green blade an unaffected look, simply continuing on with his call to the president, “this rabble has gone on long enough, yes”, eyeing a skeleton that one of the ‘agents’ -not that they would be holding such a title for much longer- managed to destroy, with It simply putting Itself back together and snarling. The big wig purses his lips some, “no I do not believe genuine harm is meant. It’s simple showmanship. Nothing more. But”, glaring around a little, “by quick calculations this is a single absolute force numbering close to half of earths population. If this ‘king Phantom’ sought to enslave us, I’d have no doubt in this ghosts ability to do so”.

“Could the ghost's subordinates be swayed?”.

“If they’re sentient, they don’t show it”.

“Ah”.

And with that the call ends and the big man on campus snaps shut his phone. He looks at the skeleton, “a chair would be much appreciated. I’ve grown tired of standing around”. And one of the other skeletons does actually do so, echoing laughter that sounds quite similar to what’s been recorded of that Phantom sounds out. He sits with a faint smirk, and one Roscoe Carroll is officially ‘on team Phantom’ as it were. And now, thanks to that laugh, he’s confirmed that Phantom, regardless of the leisurely on-screen behaviour, was keeping a watchful eye on things.

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Danny hums from his chair, causally shooting ecto-beams at G.I.W. and military vehicles as they approach. Sometimes having different skeletons or random ghosts who’ve shown up go and assault them. The FrightKnight was having a pretty solid field day off ransacking a G.I.W. sea base made back when the G.I.W. was stupid enough to actually believe the ol’ ‘can’t cross running water’ thing. Thinking about that alone makes him snort to himself, before eyeing the helicopter approaching, annnnd looks like the president's back from being teleported to Zimbabwe in record time. Danny wasn’t about to go let the FrightKnight burn down the fucking White House with the freaking president or anyone else inside. He was allowing rampaging chaos here, not murder.

Danny gives a good old fashion Queen Elizabeth royal wave at the man as he gets out of his helicopter with guards of course. The president tilts his head to the side slightly and Danny smirks, might as well establish that his a bit of a little shit right off the bat. Danny absolutely lets the man, and his bodyguards, approach him; though not surprised at all by the FrightKnight just suddenly being next to Danny’s throne. Danny getting up and bowing very over exaguratedly, twirling a hand and everything, before popping up and speaking, “you know, this whole affair is a truly terrible way to treat someone who’s been protecting your kind and everything”, sticking up a finger and speaking a little sing-song, “the ghosties know I’ll be a little harder on them if they mess around too much outside of Amity after all”, and chuckles.

Danny flicks a hand, summoning a throne of intricate ice and natural woven fabrics, gesturing for the president to sit down. Which he does after his bodyguards inspect it thoroughly. The president speaking up, “in all fairness, your kind have proven to be a threat and an unknown”.

Danny shrugs easily, “and the same can’t be said for humans if you look at it from an outsider's perspective? Very few of us have ever actually seen or meet one of your living kind, nonetheless a human specifically”, gesturing lazily, “not that I’m claiming we ghosts aren’t dangerous. We certainly are. But we know how to play nice, or more specifically, there are those of us who like the living or are simply willing to play nice and are capable of keeping the rest inline”, and grins in such a way as to show off his fangs.

The president nods solemnly, “so I take it you are asking we play nice as well”.

“That, and-”, sticking up a finger, “-I’m well aware all of this was the G.I.W.’s foolish plotting”, chuckling, “they really do hate me something fierce”, then glaring at the president some, “that’s what happens when you let bigots do what they want and make rules about the very beings they’re bigoted against”, dropping his hand, “so what I want, what I really want, is them arrested. And, for any further little government branches that deal specifically with ghosts to actually work with us”, shrugging, “it doesn’t have to me or any of my direct subordinates or heralds, but it can be”.

The president hums faintly before nodding, “very well”, huffing, “doing away with the G.I.W. and the way they do things has been on the table for a while”.

“And yet it hadn’t been done already”. Danny’s making a point that the guy/the country’s not winning any points for simply debating getting rid of a dangerous government funded and supported hate group, especially one that went basically full-on terroristic.

The president frowns but nods, acquiescing the point, “and outside of the occasional rule breaker, will ghosts leave us alone?”. Danny laughs at that, “oh hardly, the living and the dead will always intermingle. Things will simply go back to as they were before some fools declared war on an entire dimension that spans the entire universe with a population in the many quadrillions and plentiful treaties and agreements with other planets' primary life forms”, and grins very meanly. Shrugging after a beat, “our kinds will always been involved with each other, in both good and bad ways, that is simply the result you must deal with by being a planet and species that’s connected to the Infinite Realm. But trust me, you don’t really want to change that connection; planets that do don’t last very long. You support us with your dead, we support you with our energy”.

The man frowns, “so we’ve been fighting against a… beneficial relationship then”.

Danny shrugs, “eh, it’s normal. The vast majority of the living species with high intelligence tend to fear death and the dead. Existential crisis and all that”.

The president nods, one of his bodyguards handing their president over paperwork. Guess it makes sense that they just kind of assumed there’d be some kind of ceasefire no more war situation going on. After all Danny Phantom was a known protector not a known warmonger.

The stipulation of entirely overhauling the G.I.W. and arresting its previous agents is swiftly added and everything gets signed happily by both parties. Danny chuckling, “now if you’re wondering what kind of bullet you dodged”, grinning meanly, “when a ghost prays up to their god, it’s to visions of me. Lording over an entire dimension with absolute power will do that”, winking and pointing at the president, “and no, we’re not gonna help rebuild or replace any of the shit we wrecked”, and then he vanishes, along with his throne and army.

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The G.I.W. did, in fact, all get arrested, Danny sent each and every one a little ‘Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah’ mocking letter with smug little goofy ghost emojis.

So a war was started, a war was ended. Nobody died, a lot of shit was destroyed. The G.I.W. got their shit solidly wrecked; finally and completely losing any remaining respect they might have had left. Meanwhile, Danny had gained a lot of respect from both humans and ghosts; having actually gone and actually laid siege to an entire planet. He was Danny motherfucking Phantom and the bitches knew it now. And then the American government, swiftly followed by the U.N and most of the world's countries, formed treaties and alliances with the Infinite Realm; effectively joining the rest of the civilised universe in coexisting alongside their dead.

End.

Prompts: The Ghost King declares war on humanity. Why, and what happens next? and "The GIW is through with being mocked. Phantom is a hero to Amity Park now, and even the Fentons are viewed more favorably than them. It was time for a change around here, even if it means declaring war on the very Ghost Zone itself. Surely this would earn them respect. No one was prepared for the consequences. and "Amity is phantom's haunt. Amity has also become increasingly more saturated over the years due to the constantly open portal. Danny becomes able to manipulate the structure of amity park to some degree due to this Amity Park, saturated with ambient ectoplasm leftover from the artificial portal located in the center of town, has become as close to being a part of the Ghost Zone as is possible for a city in the natural world. This means that certain. . . Elements, of the city are susceptible to change by the subconscious of a half-ghost who's accidentally claimed the land as his lair. Oops. and The Rogue Gallery realizes that Danny's never celebrated his deathday, what do they do about it?

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datawyrms · 2 years

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Misplaced Courage

In his quest to expose Phantom, Wes enlists the help of the mayor. Everyone finds out Wes was right in the worst way possible. Prompts by @idiot-cheesehead-archenemy and @crackedfoutainpen Happy(?) Phic Phight everyone! On Ao3

It was ridiculous how no one could tell Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were one and the same. He barely tried to hide it, content to be shielded by the fact Phantom was a ghost. After all, who would possibly think some dead kid was also an alive kid?

Honestly, Wes was pretty sure ‘Fenton’ was just a handy disguise for the ghost. It explained all of his little ‘accidents’ with the school glassware, how the black haired boy just happened to go missing whenever a big ghost fight went down. Oh and who could forget Tucker Foley and Sam Manson, who often helped Phantom? They just so happened to be Fenton’s BFFs? It was so obvious!

There were holes in the theory. Yes, both had been seen together at the same time, but both had been acting strangely. It was rare for that to happen. Yet everyone just liked to dismiss it because ‘Fenton’s a weak loser’ or ‘You think Phantom lives with ghost hunters’ and he was sick of all the mockery and wilful blindness to the facts right in front of him.

Which is why he had called Mayor Masters to let him know that he had information on Danny Phantom. If anyone was going to listen, it had to be him. The mayor made his disdain for the ghost boy clear countless times. If even he wouldn’t even try to see the truth, no one would.

The fact the mayor had scheduled a meeting with him the very next day put a flicker of hope back in his heart. Finally someone would take him seriously, someone could see the threat lurking nearby every single day.

Wes made sure his meticulous notes and (stealthily taken) photographs sat securely in the prepared folder and felt a brief bolt of pride whenever he caught a glimpse of it during the too long school day. Soon everyone would know. Soon he wouldn’t be some joke.

“Mr. Weston, was it? Please, take a seat.” Vlad Masters said, gesturing to the seat across from the grand mahogany desk. His smile was friendly, but felt sharp instead of comforting. Of course it was only there to be polite, but Wes couldn’t shake the chill snaking down his spine. “I heard you found out something about our local ghost pest?”

Most of the decorations here felt a little too big, too expensive for a mayor’s office. Though not many mayors were also billionaires. The explanation should have calmed his heart, dislodge the worry. This was stupid, he was going to finally expose Fenton for what he was, and he was getting cold feet because a rich and powerful man was just across the desk. He had to try. Mr. Masters wouldn’t just laugh at the suggestion. He would listen, he had to. He took a breath to steady his nerves and gave a lopsided smile back. “Yes sir. I found out how Danny Phantom manages to hide all the time, so that you never catch him.”

Vlad leaned forward ever so slightly in his chair, eyebrows arching in a clear display of interest. “Did you now? When I’ve had million dollar bounties on that ghost, and no one could get results?”

“Yes! Everyone was overlooking it, maybe the people you hired couldn’t do it because he doesn’t hide out around adults. He hides around other teenagers, like me.” Better to not make it sound like everyone the mayor hired was totally incompetent. Even if they were.

“Fascinating. Can you elaborate?”

Okay, he looked interested, he was listening. He shouldn’t just brush off the truth like everyone else did. “The ghost boy can pretend to be human. Or is one, I guess since no one else seems to notice. I know who he is.”

“Now that is quite a serious accusation, Mr. Weston. You think a ghost is just hiding among regular people, dodging every ghost repelling measure that’s been taken?”

The doubt. He was losing him. Wes fumbled for the folder, only barely managing to place it on the desk without shaking. “I know it sounds weird, but I have proof! Not like a picture or anything, but if you connect all the dots it’s obvious!”

“Obvious? My boy, are you telling me that you think a human could act with the powers of a ghost?” Vlad leafed through the folder with one hand, but didn’t seem to be giving it his full attention. No. Those pale blue eyes were more fixated on him, for some reason.

“I know he is sir. Danny Fenton IS Danny Phantom. The ghost illness proved people could get powers! I don’t think he’s sick though- I think he’s always like that. Somehow.”

“So you’re suggesting an entire family of ghost hunters that is unaware of a ghost living in their home?”

Why did everyone ask that? “Uh, with no disrespect Mr. Masters, I kind of doubt they’d ever consider it possible- especially if the ghost was their kid.”

“True, true, Jack is almost impressive in his boundless ignorance.” The folder closed with a sudden snap, dropped with no ceremony. “Now my boy, who else have you told about this theory of yours? I wouldn’t want to waste time repeating it to those you’ve already informed.”

He was going to do something? Look into it just like that? Really? The joy he should feel was uncomfortably lodged in his throat, the voice in the back of his mind screaming it was too easy, too sudden. The mayor didn’t even want time to read over everything, he was accepting it just like that? “Well no one at school believes me, so I guess you’re the only one that even thinks this should be taken seriously?”

“So it’s fairly common knowledge that you believe that you know Phantom’s true identity then, even if they fail to understand it, I see.” He steepled his fingers and stared at the wall, pondering. When he unfroze from that position he tapped a key on his phone. “Cancel the rest of my schedule for today, something much more important has come up. Thank you.”

“Really? You’re going to find out what he’s up to right now?” Maybe he could help? Rub it in Fenton’s face a little once everyone knew he wasn’t who he pretended he was.

“Why of course. I couldn’t risk such news not being acted on immediately,” he said as he stood, keeping a close eye on the boy. “Did you have any other folders like this? Evidence and the like? My experts should be fully informed, you understand.”

“O-Of course! I can get you anything that would help.”

“Wonderful. We can take my limo to your abode and sort out what you’ve gathered,” his tone left no room for argument, sweeping out of the room with a presence that practically made Wes want to cower in its wake.

Should success feel like this? The looks, the praise just felt off. A little too perfect and calculated. No, no that was just his paranoia acting up again. He could follow with confidence and pride. Maybe it was just a bit of guilt towards Fenton. Not that he deserved any pity, lurking around and just controlling people, using his powers to screw with him because it was ‘funny’. The creep of a ghost deserved to get hunted down and dealt with. The plush limo seats didn’t ease the tingle, but he just dug his fingernails into his palms and forced himself to ignore it. This is what he wanted.

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“I’m just saying we might actually win if you don’t use your controller” Tucker pleaded as he elbowed Danny as they walked onto the school yard. “You can react so much faster in person!”

Sam smirked at his antics. “In your dreams, Tuck. Danny knows I have him beat even when he cheats.”

“Hey! It’s not cheating, it’s uh. Creative control schemes.”

“Suuuure it is. You’d think you’d be a better shot by now.”

“I’m not that bad. It just hurts when you sneak up on me!” Danny rubbed the back of his neck, giving Tucker a weak grin. “Seriously though, I get hit enough without needing to feel it when we’re playing Doomed. Sorry.”

“Aw mannnn. She’s gonna thrash us again if we don’t try something new!”

“Try practicing,” was the goth’s suggestion, earning an eye roll from her friend.

Danny opened his mouth to make a retort but froze as the frosty breath of his ghost sense escaped instead of words. Great. “First thing in the morning? I’m going to get marked late again!” He scowled as he shrugged off his backpack and handed it off to Tucker.

“Hey, at least your stuff will be in class on time.”

“Maybe it can take notes for me too. If it’s the Box Ghost I’m gonna kick him into next week for this.”

“You’re sure you don’t want backup?” Sam frowned at the bag, already reaching for her own.

“All of us being late because we’re chasing a ghost would look really bad, so yeah. I’ll be fine. Probably.”

“You got this dude, be confident!”

Danny couldn’t help but smile a little at the reassurance and nodded before dashing off to find a more secluded corner to transform. All he needed to do was be invisible for a moment, find who was giving him a headache and probably get detention again. Great start to the day.

The difficult bit was the lack of noise. Usually someone would yell when they saw a ghost, or the sound of people running away would tip him off. Yet the halls remained the normal low buzz of activity as he floated above the disorganized mess of teenagers. Maybe one of the still empty classrooms? Or the storage rooms.

Nothing.

Was his ghost sense faulty? The first bell was ringing in his ears, a painful temptation to forget it and go back to class before the second bell sealed his fate.

Maybe it distracted him too well, considering how he got a heavy blow to the back of his head. He only barely managed to throw up a barrier to break his sudden slam into the concrete floor. It still hurt, it always hurt when he hit this hard enough that his bones vibrated under his skin, but he was able to turn and face his assailant quickly. “Seriously? You couldn’t wait until after school, Plasmius?”

“Unfortunately not all of us can pretend problems will solve themselves, Daniel.” He didn't give the boy a chance to retort, seven quick blasts shot and slamming heavily into boxes, chairs and startled hybrid.

“Like that makes any sense. Get lost!” Danny blocked the next volley and launched forward with a glowing green fist, narrowly missing the vampiric ghost’s trailing cape. With a grunt he twisted in midair to fire a blast after such a close miss, but the crackling slam of ectoplasm against shield proved him one step behind again.

Well, if he couldn’t quite keep up he could always distract Vlad. “What, you aren’t going to tell me your evil scheme? Make a gross pass at my mom?”

Vlad bared his teeth at the insult, but only tried to attack again instead of giving the expected answer, or insult back. An attack that was a feint, an opening that just let a duplicate Danny hadn’t been aware of send a painful shock through his body.

At least it was easy enough to grasp his ice powers even as he jerked from the agony, doppelganger banished with a swift retaliation blast. Danny swung blindly instead of aiming, mostly trying to avoid being caught in another trick.

His blind strike hit home, but met no resistance. The first one was a copy too? It was so unfair that he had that power. Wait. If that was a fake, where was the real Vlad? Green eyes darted all over the room, but no more attacks came. Okay, time to find a creep. No big deal.

The ghost shield he slammed into face first at full speed was a bit of a deal. Mostly because he was slumped on the floor clutching his head, cursing Plasmius to every terrible fate he could think of. Of course this was a trap, of course there was some stupid gadget trying to trap him here! “I can walk through these too, Vlad,” the boy muttered to himself as he found his footing and the door, dropping his ghost form as he ran.

There was screaming now. Fear, panic and worry that only made him want to run faster, heart pounding as he dodged between fleeing students. No one would notice him, or care he was going the wrong way. He just knew he had to go now, as quickly as possible. This kind of terror was wrong, he could feel it. A weight on his shoulders that wasn’t right, wasn’t how people normally felt. Maybe it added a little extra get up and go to his feet, but he was going to try and ignore that his ghost powers might get a boost from this awful tension in the air.

Danny didn’t intend to speak or yell out until he was back in his ghost fighting persona, but the blood splatter on the floor threw all his senses out of the window. Was he after Tucker and Sam? Trying to hurt or kill his friends now? His eyes flared green as he spotted the ghost hovering over the bloody display, nose wrinkling as the wet stench of iron crawled down his throat.

Vlad was right there, floating casually. He didn’t have Sam, or Tucker. He did have someone, limp and motionless, too stained with blood dripping down to the tile below to identify them right away. The man shouldn’t look so impassive while clutching a bloodied teenager with one hand, other black glove stained crimson so there was no mistake who had caused the damage.

They were the only three things that existed right now. Him, the devil himself, and the body. The scream ripped out of his throat before he could even consider anything else, already lowering into a battle stance. “Put him down!”

“Hm? Oh my boy, of course. I already have,”

Time froze as the snide words slid into his ears. Already had? Already? A joke. It had to be a joke. He wasn’t too late, that wasn’t a corpse.

Vlad either didn’t notice or didn’t care how the boy was only staring in wide eyed shock. “If you don’t want to keep cleaning up messes, one should be more careful. Especially about what they say.”

He let go of the thing hanging from his hand and Danny moved out of some desperate need to stop whoever it was from taking more pain, suffering even more for no reason. As they weren’t dead, they couldn’t be dead, he refused to believe Vlad actually had the guts to go through with murder when his dad was still alive and well.

Their blood was still warm, awful as the red sunk into his white t-shirt. It was still flowing. Not dead. Not yet. What could he do? He didn’t want to look this closely, didn’t want to feel how weak and limp this person was but he had to. This was his fault.

It wasn’t just shallow lacerations on the chest and arms.

Wes’ half lidded eyes barely twitched as he registered the new face in front of him, an awful bubbling noise that might have been an acknowledgement. His face held the true wound that caused such a mess, missing his lower jaw entirely. No tongue lolling out without anywhere to go, the boy truly silenced in a gruesome display.

“Wes?” Danny asked, half wondering if he would wake up from this. Another twitch before his eyes rolled back, no longer able to keep his feeble grip on consciousness.

So much blood. He had to stop it. With what? His shirt? That wouldn’t be enough! It had to stop, get held back. Ice. He could do that. He had to, he couldn’t let someone die. Frost hissed at the remaining edge of his face before hardening suddenly, a misshapen chunk of ice binding skin back together, the cuts getting a similar icy scab as he begged for it to be enough, that he could hold on. See, this was better right? He could kid himself that the small white fragments of exposed bone was just a trick of the icy covering.

“What are you-”

Danny didn’t care what that monster was saying, he didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to hear anything. There weren't any words for this.

So he screamed.

He wailed.

Wailed with a power his human body couldn’t be expected to take, shrieked even as his throat burned and mouth bled.

Only after that did he hear the rest of the world again. Worried mutters, screams and footfalls. His legs gave out and he fell, still making sure Wes didn’t hit the ground first, clutching him tightly even as he wanted to pass out.

He heard ambulance sirens coming. Good. Okay. Vlad was gone. The doctors could help. Darkness grabbed at the corners of his vision and he didn’t have the strength to keep pushing it back.

“Wes was right? About all of it?” A hissed mutter was the last thing he could hold on to as he succumbed. If only he could try to warn them not to say too much.

#Danny Phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2022 #Vlad Masters #Wes Weston #Team Human #did i pick these two just to make red sad?#possibly #first time using wes and i'm just 'ah yes worst way possible

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yetanothergreyjedi · 3 years

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What We Might've Been: Part 2

Part 1 Part 1.5

Part 3

Inspired by @liminalhollow 's Spork AU

For @dargeon-lissa @dp-marvel94 @aethtalon

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“I- Uh- I’m not you- I-“ Danny racked his brain for an explanation that wouldn’t immediately get him killed. He'd entered the ghost's haunt. How had his room become a ghosts haunt?! But the thing didn't attack, didn't possess him, or use some mind altering power. It only tipped its head and watched him flounder for words. It seemed to notice it’s disguise slipping. The light in its eyes faded, leaving behind a dead grey-blue.

It sighed, "Did Vlad do this?"

"W-what?"

"Vlad Masters. Did he do this?"

"Why would Dad's creepy friend send me to the future?" He still didn't think it was the future, ghosts could have some crazy powers but that? No.

"Because he's a fruitloop." It answered immediately, and accurately, the guy from Wisconsin wouldn't leave his mom alone. But why, how, could he have anything to do with this?! The thing stopped, its eyes flashed green again for a moment as it said, "Wait- Future?!"

Danny nodded, he'd barely been sure what was happening but he was certain that's was what the ghost had said. Surely one ghost's explanation would be more accepted than the other?

“Where’s your medallion then?”

“My what?”

“Clockwork’s medallion. I know how time travel works."

Danny opened his mouth, then closed it. Ignoring the utterly bizarre statement. This was a trap, a trick. The ghost masquerading as him either wanted the object for itself or it wanted to remove his only protection against the other one, the one that had frozen him in place without seeming to expend a drop of energy. No, no, it couldn't have it. But there weren't many other options. He should've known better than to bring up the time question! He needed to get out of here!

He threw the first thing he could reach, hoping to catch it off guard and ran towards it— Through it, even better. He sprinted down the stairs. There was a flash of bight light behind him, he dodged low, almost throwing himself down the stairs before he realized nothing had been fired.

"Whoa, hang on!" Its voice echoed in a way it hadn't before. He kept running, not wasting a moment to glance at it, and ran directly into someone.

"Whoa! Hey, Dann-o! You came outa—"

"Ghost! In my room!" His dad didn't miss a beat, the gun was up by the time he finished the word 'ghost' and he was firing by time the sentence was over.

The specter dodged the first blast, made a shield for the second and paused to speak, "So not cool, man!"

His mom heard the commotion and joined the fray, while Danny sprinted to the basement. He needed a weapon, that thing had been mimicking him. He barreled into the lab, to the weapons case. Opened it and—

Crash.

He barely jumped back in time to avoid getting crushed.

What?!

Who filled the case with all this junk?!? The case was the second most important piece of the lab (the portal took first), not even Dad wouldn't do this?!

"Danny?" Sam looked at him from the other end of the room, slightly baffled. Tucker was also staring. "Did you bring it?"

"Bring wha—"

"Dude, what's with the jumpsuit?" Tucker cut him off, "Is it really that dangerous? I thought you said you blasted it?"

"What? We talked about the jumpsuit!"

"Did we?" Tucker looked to Sam.

"No." She affirmed.

"Could you explain it again, then?"

"Its cause of all the ghosts..." Danny said slowly, they should know this, he'd been wearing them since the first ghost attacks... Suspicion crossed both his friend's features.

There was a long pause, the pair shared a look and Sam demanded, "Secret word."

"Uh, what?"

"What's the secret word." Tucker clarified, as if that clarified anything.

"What are you guys- Hey! Whoa!" Three ectoguns were now pointed at him, Sam with twin wrist blasters and Tucker with a laser-y thing that had come out of his PDA (When did he do that? It was a very good idea).

"Who are you?" Said Sam.

"Is Vlad cloning again?" Asked Tucker.

"What? No! I mean I don't know! I'm not impersonating me, the ghost upstairs is impersonating me!"

"Nice try. Now answer."

"Uh... Sam?" Tucker was focused on the PDA screen. She glanced at him, quickly, before focusing back on Danny. She'd used these before, not like Sam... His Sam, who avoided any involvement with ghost hunting, who refused to accept that they were just monsters. "His scans are weird..."

"What kind of weird?"

"He's a level 2.5." Tucker switched to a whisper.

"What?" Sam followed suit, "That's too low for a shapeshifter."

"Uh... that's normal..." Danny lied, well kind of. He normally was a level 1.3 but he'd also just been in a ghost's lair (two lairs if you counted not-future-him's bedroom) and had a ghostly artifact in his pocket. Those things were likely to temporarily raise an ectosignature's power rating. He was 76% sure.

Another pause, Sam tried to gesture something while still aiming, there were some whispers he didn't catch. Then Tucker asked, "Did Vlad... raise you?"

"No!? Why does everyone keep talking about Vlad?! The Fruitloop lives in Wisconsin, I've seen him maybe twice!" The pair shared another look. He had no idea how to read those expressions.

He sighed, "You guys won't believe me."

"Try us."

"Yesterday I was at the—"

"Guys! We have a problem!" His hair stood on end as the ghost dropped through the ceiling. Danny shuttered. It was so much worse now that he got a look at it, it was wearing a Fenton hazmat suit, his suit, no, a mockery of it. The colors were inverted and the FentonWorks logo was replaced with some other symbol. That wasn’t the only thing inverted, twisted, he was staring at his own face only not. It’s tintless white hair stuck up just like his, and it’s eyes burned deadly ectoplasm green. Danny still didn’t have a weapon. “Oh, you found him! We have slightly less of a problem.”

“He’s saying Vlad has nothing to do with this... I’m not sure if I believe him.” Sam lowered her blasters, because he was somehow more of a threat than the monster crackling with unused power.

“Yeah, no... he said something about time travel—“ both of his friends groaned, “Then! He sicced my parents on me,” It turned his attention to him, “which is rude by the way! Honestly, I was getting close to being able to ask about a truce, but now they’re gonna be chasing me around for ‘attacking their son!”

“Oof,” Tucker added, as Sam asked about something the ghost could do to get his parents back on his side. Danny stopped listening and scanned for something useful in the pile of discarded machinery. Weapon, weapon, weapon... this wasn’t promising. There were blenders and half disassembled watches and a few things that looked like they’d been pulled out of a trash fire. The thing that looked the least like junk was probably a scanner, but his parents had started putting tasers in those, so it was something.

“Hey,” too late. the ghost was in front of him, he dove for it. Grabbed it. Rolled with the momentum and brought the scanner up as he got to a kneeling position. The thing came to life with a whirring sound.

The ghost laughed, the sound lasted longer than it’s mouth had been open, “That’s the ghost Gabber.”

“That’s the Ghost Gabber. I am a ghost, fear me!”

“Look, I don’t know what’s up with you, but really it’s better for everyone if you go back to whatever time you’re from.”

“Look, I don’t know what’s up with you, but really it’s better for everyone if you go back to whatever time you’re from. Fear me.”

“Could you please turn that off.”

“Could you plea—“ The sound died as Danny flipped the switch and tossed it back on the pile. Why did his parents even make that?

“Why should I trust you, Ghost?!”

#danny phantom #spork au #my writing #grey writes #what we might've been #chapter 2

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goodfish-bowl · 3 years

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Ectober Day 24: Nightmare

Part 1

Summary: Mirrors make Danny uncomfortable. Continuation of Day 23, a Spork AU thingy. I suggest reading Day 23 first to understand what’s going on.

Contains: some violence, language, general ghost-hate, mirror realities

Words: 1471

Notes: huh. I’ve decided to make Human!Danny very rude (to ghosts). Maybe this’ll get more. Plot is forming.

Danny stared blankly at the sign for a minute, possibly even two. Park. Amity Park. Not Amityville, Amity Park. Parallel dimensions, a voice whispered inside of his head, sounding just like Ellie. Danny made sure his goggles were functioning correctly, turned on the ecto and infrared scanners, dimmed as to not impart his vision, but assist in the darkness of night, and began his walk into town, feet unable to keep up with his racing thoughts.

On the surface, everything was approximately the same. It was like a dream, a mirror of reality with only the slightest differences that gave it away. Some of the stores were different, some just had different names. However, why would anyone name a burger joint the Nasty Burger? He had no clue, but the food was exactly the same so… ? He checked some flyers someone had put up, looking at the date. It was the same. So it really was an alternate timeline, not somewhere in the past or future. He had no idea that Ellie was serious about alternate dimensions until he had thrown himself through the portal. He could almost easily see time travel now too. (He had a feeling he didn’t want to, especially of his own timeline.) His eyes caught ghost themed merchandise and stores all over town, and he frowned. Maybe ghosts weren’t as much as a threat here? Maybe there were more hunters, or the ghosts were weaker? He even saw plushies of one particular ghost he didn’t recognize. It was… strange. Ghosts were dangerous. They shouldn’t get merch.

Out of habit, and habit alone, Danny walked home, just close enough to catch a glimpse, of the building. Physically, it was exactly how he remembered. The bright, glowing FentonWorks sign, the Opscenter on top, and even the GAV parked in the driveway. Jazz’s car was there too. Jazz was still here in this dimension. Danny wanted to see her desperately, longing for his sister burning in his chest in a way it hadn’t since the invasion had started. But there was no guarantee she was the same here. (He wondered if Tucker and even Sam still lived in this Amity.) There was a stark difference though. It didn’t feel like home. It lacked the warmth that FentonWorks always gave off, like a home was supposed to. Here, it wasn’t a home, just a building. It wasn’t his home.

Danny realized he had a new problem. He was on his own, with no money and no place to stay. Danny cursed under his breath, but a violent chill stopped him short. Ghost.

“Wow, someone needs to wash their mouth out with soap.”

Danny had an ectoblaster out in less than a second, pointed directly at the ectoplasmic scum that had dared to sneak up behind him. Even worse, his scanners lit up with an ectosignature so dense Danny had only one to compare it too. It widened it’s toxic green-on-black eyes, raising gloved hands in a mockery of surrender. It looked young physically, mid-teens perhaps, and vaguely human. But with pure white hair, wisping like smoke as the edges, lavender skin, ectoplasmic green freckles, pointed ears and most likely teeth as well, there was little mistaking that it was a ghost in front of him. For some reason, it wore something he would’ve said was a Fenton hazmat suit if he hadn’t known better. In fact it could almost be. An exact inverse of the one he wore, silver gloves and boots with a charcoal black bodysuit, a silver symbol on its chest similar to a ‘D’. It made no move to attack, and neither did Danny. He could feel it eyeing him over.

“For a newer ghost hunter, you sure are packing that Fenton tech. You a fan or something?” The ghost asked, its voice echoing like all ghost’s did, buzzing inside of his head. Danny refused to speak to it.

Danny leveled his blaster and let it charge to max, and the ghost’s eye widened, its own glow mixing with the charge of the blaster. Danny’s finger was only able to brush the trigger before it was snatched out of his hand, and the blast went off in some random direction. Faster than his eyes could track, Danny found himself slammed into a wall, the breath from his lungs knocked out of him. The ghost’s eyes glowed an icy blue for a moment before returning to the standard dangerous green, its teeth bared like a feral animal. Danny’s wrists were forced above his head and bound by ice. Of course. A ghost of this level would have some sort of elemental affiliation, but it had to be ice of all things.

The ghost backed off, huffing in irritation, crossing its arms. Danny thrashed, pulling against the ice, half tempted to dislocate his hand and wrist in order to escape and wipe the post-sentient expression of its face. Danny snarled and spat at the ghost, spitting out insults and curses in one continuous breath. The ghost only looked mildly impressed.

“Ancients, calm down, will you? I’m not going to do anything.” The ghost frowned.

“What do you want?” Danny hissed, glaring at the bright glow of the ghost through his goggles, freezing cold but maxing out his ectosensor.

“Literally just to know who you are and what you’re doing so close to FentonWorks. For a ghost hunter I’ve never seen before, you’re really well-equipped. And also trying to hunt me. Don’t you know there’s been a peace treaty between me and most hunters? Even the out-of-towners know about that one,” The ghost babbled.

Danny reeled at the incredulity of the idea, a peace treaty, with a ghost. He could only see it since the one in front of him was at such a caliber that it would take the time and resources to catch and destroy. Just like it would for Pariah. Whenever he made it back home that was. But he had never met this ghost before either. If he could find the same one back in his own dimension, maybe they would have a fighting chance, even if it meant teaming up with a ghost.

“Who are you?” Danny demanded.

The ghost stared at him blankly for a minute before responding. “I’m Phantom. Who are you? I definitely haven’t seen you around before.”

“Danny Fenton.” Sure, he wasn’t the Danny of this world, but he was still Danny and that wouldn’t change.

Phantom seemed visibly startled, frowning. “No you’re not,” Phantom said with finality.

Danny huffed, “How would you know, ghost. I’ve decided to join my parents recently, which is why I’m here.”

“You’re not Danny Fenton.” Phantom hissed, and Danny glared at him.

For some reason, the stupid ghost didn’t believe he was Danny. It was even starting to show its true colors, fury in its eyes, barely contained.

“Of course I am-” Danny could finish that statement as his goggles, hood, and mask were ripped off of him, tossed to the ground.

Danny yelped as they were ripped from his head, taking a piece of his hair most likely with it. Phantom stared at him, his face going through a series of emotions. Smugness, then shock, disbelief, and then pure confusion all in the span of a second as the ghost undoubtedly recognized him.

“See, dumbass, Danny Fenton.” Danny snapped.

“You’re not Danny Fenton.” Phantom had the nerve to repeat, staring Danny directly in his eyes, “Are you one of Vlad’s?”

“I have no idea who ‘Vlad’ is. And how are you so sure I’m not Danny, anyways?” Danny snarled, well and done with this ghost. Extreme level or not, he was going to blast a hole straight through its chest for this.

Phantom floated down to the ground, and sent a quick look back towards the FentonWorks building, before resuming eye contact. Bright white rings blossomed from its waist, something he had never seen from a ghost before in his life or in his parents’ research. They split, running up and down Phantom’s form, blinding him without his goggles.

Danny blinked the spots away, and then had to adjust to the sudden lack of lighting, Phantom's glow was gone. In its place Danny stared back at eyes frighteningly similar to his own, except different in all the wrong ways. The skin was too pale and littered with different scars. Eyes that looked bruised from lack of sleep, hair obviously uncut and unkept, smaller in both stature and frame, the age wasn’t quite right either, younger only physically. The lack of a hazmat suit threw him for a loop, along with a shirt he hadn��t seen in at least a year. But it was undoubtedly him.

“Because I’m Danny Fenton,” his own voice echoed back, eyes still burning that awful ectoplasmic green.

And just like that, the dream-like reality he had entered quickly became a nightmare.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #danny fenton again #cause there’s two of them #spork au #goodfish writes #ectober 2021 #ectoberhaunt 2021 #nightmare #written at 11:42pm on the 23rd #the days start coming and they really don’t stop #gonna just run me right over #but I’m determined to finish #and stay on schedule too #I’ll get them up on AO3 eventually #You ever just talk smack and insult the you from another dimension to their face without realizing it #Danny really trying to commit murder rn expert he’s killing himself #shame he physically cant’t #they’re the same person I swear just one’s lime flavor

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cleanlenins · 3 years

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Ectober Day 1: Trick

Trick of the Light

Ectober 2021 Day 1: Trick

Jack had gone to the reunion to reconnect with his old friend Vlad.

Vlad let's Jack learn intimately what he has dealt with twenty years ago.

AO3

This is my first attempt at gore or horror in general, so be warned and mind the tags.

Blood and Gore, Major Character Death.

Jack couldn't believe what he had seen, let alone what he had just heard. The words rang in his ear, even after the room had fallen into dead silence. He held his breath, the shock of what was in front of him stealing the air from his lungs. His mind rejected the words he just heard. Had he even really heard them? They couldn’t be true. This must be-

"This is a trick," Jack said, his words rushing out. The only answer was a chuckle.

"A trick?" Vlad Masters's grin widened. Hands behind his back, he strolled closer to Jack, eyes still glowing a frightening red. Jack felt the urge to step away from the burning stare, but was immobilized by the metal restraints that kept him in place, helplessly standing to face his best friend.

"A trick. Ghosts are liars. You're possessing Vlad! You can't be him. Get out of my best friend, you ecto scum," Jack said with forced bravado, there were no weapons or tools to back up his demands. He once more tried to break out of the metal cuffs around his arms and legs. To no avail.

"You really are dense. There is no one in here but me," Vlad took another step closer. Jack tried to lean away, but could barely move an inch. Vlad tilted his head, smirking as Jack flinched.

"The only trick was you believing that I would forgive you after all these years. That after twenty years, we could just pretend that nothing happened. That you didn't ruin my life," Vlad continued, grin fading with every word. His eyes glowed an even a brighter red.

"Vladdie, I never-"

"Visited while I was in the hospital? While I was dying from your incompetence? Never thought to check on me? Never considered me when you married Maddie, when you knew I had feelings for her?" Vlad asked, carefully watching Jack's reaction to each word. The bigger man couldn't help but flinch as if he had been slapped. "The things that you never did, Jack Fenton, could write a book. The only 'never' I care about now is Never Again ."

With that, Vlad stepped away, back turned to Jack. Jack felt a trickle of fear settle in his gut. The sharp clack of Vlad's shoes against the metal floor seemed abnormally loud as he walked away. Like thick nails hammered into a coffin.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Jack stuttered. Vlad did not answer, nor show signs of even hearing the larger man’s question. He typed on a large computer, his back completely toward Jack. Jack gulped and sweat started to bead on his brow as he listened to the click of the keys. The methodical sound caused Jack to shiver.

"V-vlad, talk to me. I'm sorry everything happened this way, but I'm here now. We can fix this. We can find a cure," Jack squirmed against the metal. He startled when the harsh squeal of metal scraping against metal sounded overhead. He couldn't see into the darkness, but he heard the screeching noise come closer through the shadows. He swallowed convulsively. "Vlad, just talk to me! I'm sorry."

"You're not sorry. Sorry would mean that you had the self-awareness to realize you did something wrong," Vlad tapped a key, before turning toward Jack. Jack could only make out the glowing red eyes, Vlad's features skewed by the dull glow of the computer screen. Jack shuddered, imagining he could feel the heat of the hatred in those inhuman eyes. A hatred that seemed to burn against his very soul. "No, you're not sorry. You're just afraid. "

Jack's breath sped up as he continued his struggle against his restraints. An electric whirring sound filled the room. Jack's eyes locked onto a pinprick of growing green light. It seemed to twist in the air, pulsing as it grew. From the size of a dime, to a quarter, to a tennis ball. His heart hammered in his chest as the green energy grew. The pulse of the machine sped faster, small bursts of electricity zipped through the air at random intervals, causing the air to taste of metal and ozone. The light grew larger, spinning and twirling in an unstable elliptical. Jack gasped for air frantically, his hands shaking and teeth painfully chattering. The light grew more lopsided and unstable. A low hum grew rapidly in pitch until it hit a note so high Jack's ears ached from the noise. The soft hum of the machine transformed into a monstrous roar. Jack tried desperately to move away, the heat of the energy-the ectoplasm started to burn his cheeks, like standing too long near an open oven.

"Vlad, please! I have a family. I have kids!" Jack begged, trying to look past the growing energy. He saw nothing but two dots of red.

The energy seemed to break free of whatever tethered it in place. Jack screamed as the ectoplasm rushed into his exposed face. He imagined this is what it would feel like to dip his head into molten lava, the burn sticking to his flesh. He writhed as he felt the charged energy sear off his skin, the dying flesh seemed to slough from the muscles of his cheek in great chunks. His eyes boiled in their sockets, the goo trying to pour down his cheeks before they sizzled away from the intense heat. A mockery of tears he wished to shed. Jack continued to scream, even as his tongue fried in his mouth, the taste of blood and charr choking him as the melted muscle slid down his throat. Still Jack screamed and begged wordlessly for Vlad to stop, even as the ligament in his left cheek gave out and his jaw detached, hanging by sizzling strings of meat. He thrashed, trying to get away from the heat, the pain, the horror of the feeling that went beyond physical. The knowledge that he wasn't the first to experience such agony. The world seemed to twist in impossible shapes, nothing but the horrible green.

Suddenly the heat was gone and he felt a jarring thump against the side of his head. He could finally focus on something other than pain. Other than the insensate revelation that pain was all there was. And yet now. He felt nothing, nothing but deep-seated wrongness and the memory of the trauma. Not cold, nor pain. He knew that he had no eyes, but somehow he could see. See even clearer in the dark lab than before.

The green light was above him, focused in a single line. It was the only thing he could focus on, the brightness doing nothing to illuminate the room. How was he on the floor? Was he able to free himself? He couldn't move. He couldn't even speak. How did this happen? What is happening?

The green light began to fade, dissolving away far quicker that Jack would have assumed. And as it faded, Jack felt a bone-deep horror.

There he stood, still attached in the cuffs, unmoving and slumped against his restraints. His hazmat suit torn and burned, the rubber melting to his skin. The material barely held his left shoulder in place, the joint having given out as the intense heat sheared off the skin and muscle, the arm nearly dragging on the ground with a bit of blackened bone sticking out where it was once attached.. But what sent him into mental hysterics was further up.

All that remained was the blackened bone of his neck, each vertebrae precariously balanced. As he watched, the top two toppled to the ground with wooden clacks. His head was completely gone.

Once more, he heard the tell-tale sound of Vlad's shoes clicking against the metallic floor. Jack's soul trembled as the sound came closer.

Those two glowing eyes stared down at him with satisfaction. Jack could do nothing as one finely polished shoe lifted and settled just over where his eye should be.

He felt a crack.

#Ectober Month 2021 #Ectoberhaunt 2021 #Ectoberhaunt trick #Danny Phantom #Cartoons #My Writing #Phanfiction #gore #body horror #major character death

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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give lilies with full hands

“Ghosts at the cemetery, why am I not surprised?” Valerie grumbled under her breath as she glanced at the glowing dots congregating near Heavenly Gates, Amity’s largest cemetery. It was just after 5pm on a Friday; Valerie should be at home getting ready for a fun and relaxing weekend. Instead, she was speeding forward in the dreary pre-rain mist about to tackle a hoard of the undead. Her life was so strange and unfair sometimes it just fueled her hatred for everything ghostly.

As she approached the cemetery, she slowed down and had her ectoweapon up and ready to shoot. Instead of a fire fight, she found an eerie, unsettling quiet that sunk deep into her bones and made her unable to move. She just hovered above the cemetery and took in the full scope of the scene. The Fentons were here, hard as they were to miss but like Valerie, they were also frozen with unease. Mrs. Fenton kept fiddling with her weapons but couldn’t manage to lift it in a meaningful way.

The fog hung heavily around the cemetery, clinging like wet paint dripping down an unfinished picture. She could make out the unnatural glow of several ghosts, a few of which she recognized. That annoying child pirate ghost none of the adults could ever see was sobbing silently, curled up in a fetal position on the ground as if he were trying to make himself as small as possible. The biker guy and girl were cuddled into each other, leaned up against a grave looked scared and worn, flickering dangerously like static on TV. Val spotted Ember looking frightened and quaking looking like she wanted to run but was unable to. Her soft glow alerted Val that there was another ghost she’d initially missed.

The ghost was more shadow than anything, the fog moving through and from them. They were a swirl of greys and blacks in the approximation of a long cloak covering their face entirely. Pinpricks of bright lights shone from underneath the cloak’s hood. They bore down on Ember as if it were seeing deep into her soul and found her lacking.

Phantom was there too, he looked almost normal compared to everything else going on so it’s not surprising she’d missed him at first. The fog dampened some of his ghostly glow and he was standing properly instead of floating. Like Val and the Fentons, he seemed unable to move. The heavy drizzle in the air flattened his normally gravity defying hair. If she hadn’t known better, she’d say he was a normal person standing there, albeit one with weird fashion sense who went a little crazy with the bleach. And if Phantom looked human in comparison then just what was this new ghost?

“Amber Jablonski,” The ghost whispered quietly within the cemetery but Valerie could hear perfectly well, as if were being spoken into her ear. From the shivers she saw come from the Fentons, they were experiencing the same thing. Ember moaned, something deep and agonizing. She fell to her knees as more of her glow faded. “An eager musician just making a name for herself in her small town. A performance at a barn had faulty wiring. The building caught fire and Young Amber was trapped by debris and unable to escape.”

The flame in Ember’s hair burst into brilliant blue flames before painfully sputtering out like a candle on the verge of going out. A wisp like ghostly hand reached out and tenderly ran a finger down the side of Ember’s face like a mockery of the tears she could no longer shed. “Cause of death was severe burns across her whole body and smoke suffocation at the age of 22.”

“Enough,” Phantom announced suddenly, stepping forward through the ghostly arm putting himself squarely between Ember and the wisp ghost. The dead rockstar barely noticed, her whole form trembling as she looked down at the cold earth with absolute horror. Val wondered if she was feeling the cold of the cemetery or the burning heat of an out of control fire. “You’re killing her.”

“She is already dead,” the ghost answered, “as are they all. They are but echoes of lives come and gone.”

“That doesn’t mean you have the right to remind them,” Phantom said, looking more ghostly again. His aura flared suddenly and his eyes lit up like angry lightning bugs in a jar. “Death is sacred, it’s private and you’re using it to hurt them.”

“It is my duty, I am the Mortem Obire. I make the restless dead confront their own mortality, remind them of what they lost.” The ghost stared down Phantom who flinched but overwise stood his ground. “It is because of you, Danny Phantom, that I have been summoned to this realm. Your life essence has made these ghosts forget what they were. They flock to you, drawn to your vibrancy, seeking what they’d lost. The dead were straying from their existence, emboldened by your example, they were forging new purposes. I am merely correcting their assumptions to preserve the delicate balance that maintains the two worlds.”

“But death shouldn’t have to define them, I mean us,” Phantom pleaded. “They can grow if they want, experience new things. The end of life isn’t the end.”

“How very human of you,” the other ghost said breathily, an unnatural imitation of a chuckle. “Your death, if we can call it that,” the ghost said, “was born out of innocence and ignorance. Nature demanded the experiment fail but your naivety allowed for the flow of life and death to be disrupted. You looked at a machine you could neither understand or control and made the attempt anyway. Your hubris consumed you in the form of electricity, pain firing through your whole body as you screamed for a relief that never came. Your old body was obliterated and remade into the abomination you are now.”

Oh god, Phantom was electrocuted. He had lived his last moments as a human screaming and in pain. She knew he was vaguely around her age but it was one thing to know a kid her age had gone through that and another to hear it described. Without thinking, she lowered her weapons.

“Yeah I know that,” Phantom said weakly. “I took out the power in the whole city for a few hours which I felt bad about afterwards. What’s your point?” His glow was completely gone, the wet humidity of the air clinging to him much like how it fogged up Valerie’s suit. The shadow of the sinking sun made his white hair look dark and the greens of his eyes had faded into a less unnatural blue/green.

The only think remotely otherworldly about him was a faint pulsing glow coming from the center of his chest. It beat like a heart, a soft brightness that seemed to dispel the overwhelming feeling of death. Ember looked up from the ground, the pirate kid uncurled himself a little, biker guy and his girlfriend became a little more solid. They looked at Phantom with such awe and envy and grief it was almost painful to watch them stare at what they clearly lacked.

“My words hold no domain over your heart now, child of two worlds,” the ghost wheezed, floating past Phantom. “But someday you will greet death properly, be made humble by it, and I will be there to remind you of how fickle and fleeting that precious life of yours is.”

“I-” Phantom defended, glowing slightly with his eyes once more an ectoplasmic green. But now it was obvious to see how much more lively and present he was compared to the others. She still hates him, will probably still hunt him but while she knew Phantom was a ghost she knew, whatever he was, she couldn’t call him dead. Not with eyes so sympathetic and expressive and alive.

“Be gone, all of you mortals, this is a place for the dead,” the ghost commanded. The ghost hovered over to the Box Ghost who had been shivering behind a tombstone the whole time and suddenly went still as stone. “Your compassion for them does them no favors. This is the price for their existence, the dead cannot and should not forget. That is their purpose and this is mine. This is not an end to their existence, merely a reminder.”

Valerie never thoughts she’d see the Fentons flee from a fight but still she watched as Jack and Maddie slowly backed up until they reached their garish assault vehicle. They fumbled for the handles, not willing to tear their eyes off the ghosts before climbing in and driving off. Phantom looked torn, grief stricken as he watched the mist ghost, the Mortem Obire, speak softly to the Box Ghost. He looked like he wanted to interfere, to place himself in-between again but his shoulders slumped as he realized the futility of the action. This was the nature of death and memory and the living were not to interfere.

He glanced up at her, wary and saddened before disappearing from view, going off to wherever it was he lived his life when he wasn’t causing her problems. Valerie swiftly turned her board around and sped quickly in the direction of home. This had left her a lot of things to think about, about Phantom, about ghosts, about what it meant to stick around once your number was up.

But that was for later, for now she wanted to get out of chill before the rain started in earnest. She wanted to drink something warm, sit close with her father and feel their hearts beating in time. Valerie Grey wanted nothing more, in that moment, to simply breathe in and appreciate her life before it was taken and those happy memories used against her. She would not die full of regret for what she had missed.

#danny phantom #what the FUCK did I just write #I am a nurse and have seen people die and its clearly affected me #alt title was Robin goes crazy with the Latin and overemotional death metaphors #i swear this was going to be f u n n y #it started with the idea of ghosts being really affected hearing about their death wheras Danny was cracking jokes about it #but that got me thinking on the difference btw danny and the dead #bc no matter what fics claim danny isn't DEAD #he had a death he has ghostly powers but he lives not just in body but in soul #there are some aspects of being a ghost he has no place being involved #his inherent humanity seperates him from those who have lost theirs #And the dead feeling Dannys life energy and being drawn to him feeling more alive #that goes against the laws of nature of life and death #thus the mortem obire which literally means to face death #and its like this weird thing of like ghosts have feeling and memories and emotions but #they're also echoes of lives long past #that memory of their old lives is as terrifying as it is vital to their afterlife #it hurts them but they also have to have it #because they're not alive #to pretend to be so #to act beyond their agency it's uguhuuhu #idk this is too metaphysical for a sunday #wrote this listening to Taylor swifts 'right where you left me' bc for WHATEVER reason it had the right vibes

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roundaboutnow · 3 years

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Two

If Jazz had learned anything in her 16 years, it was that her parents were a force to be reckoned with. The completion of the Fenton Portal was a testament to that.

The portal was an expert piece of technology- where researchers had failed thousands of times before, her parents had finally succeeded. It was constructed delicately, precisely- it had to be, because even the slightest oversight would lead to failure. The portal was a demonstration of not only the Fentons’ expertise in engineering and chemistry, but also their finesse in physics and the supernatural.

When they first began designing the portal, Jack and Maddie estimated that it would take ten years of study and engineering to complete- ten years at the earliest. They finished it in just six, and for the first time in those six years, Jazz let herself feel something akin to hope.

Before that, back when Jack and Maddie were just playing around with the idea of a manmade portal, they spent most of their time studying natural portals. At the time, natural portals were the strongest connection between the ghost zone and the human world- understanding how and why they formed, it was theorised, could help them calculate when and where these portals would appear.

Unlike the researchers before them, though, Jack and Maddie did actually find a way to calculate this. But just as these portals were only around for a short period of time, there was only a small window in which they could calculate where it would form. That window would open when temperatures in Amity Park suddenly fell, about an hour before the portal would form, and would close just as the portal appeared. What other variables were needed to make this calculation was beyond Jazz, but whatever they were, it worked. More often than not, her parents were able to track down a natural portal and study it to its fullest extent.

Back then, this was the height of their careers. For once, their family wasn’t the subject of mockery but of acclaim. After a long period of near-bankruptcy, investors were finally interested in what the Fentons had to offer. Even the kids at school, who paid little attention to what the Fentons actually did for a living, could tell that something had changed and eased up on Jazz and Danny.

Of course, everything went downhill from there.

Danny went missing when their parents were at their busiest- the investors wanted more products, new projects, better results. Whether Jack and Maddie were too busy to pay attention to what their kids did or if they had simply become relaxed in allowing the children near their work, Jazz wasn’t sure. In either case, Danny had been with them when their parents went to study yet another portal.

She didn’t need to imagine what happened that day- there was video evidence that she would go on to watch day after day until the footage was burned in her memories. Her parents’ memories, too, she assumed. She wanted to call Danny an idiot, to blame herself for not being with him, but at the root of it all, she couldn’t help but blame her parents. It was their negligence that had gotten him lost, after all, and as much as she wanted it to, she wasn’t so sure that the Fenton Portal could fix that.

...

The lab alarm was going off.

Jazz became disoriented every time the alarm was triggered, but unlike previous emergencies, this was the first time she was home alone while it was going off. Her parents had given her thorough directions on what to do in this situation, but that didn’t mean she actually knew what she was doing. Instead, she was left with the feeling of panic and the frightening realization that she was the only one who could do anything about it.

She had to find the thermos. It was somewhere in the room- she hadn’t taken it anywhere since her parents had given it to her- but after a while of it just sitting on her dresser, she shoved it into some drawer and hadn’t seen it since. Now, she cursed herself for having been so careless with it- of course the alarm would go off while she was home alone. When did things ever go right with this family?

Jazz didn’t relax when she found the thermos in her dresser- she became colder, picturing what she would have to do. With the thermos gripped in her arms, she made a dash for the lab.

…

She’d seen a ghost in person before- you don’t grow up with ghost hunters for parents without seeing a ghost at least once in your life. But there was a very big difference between seeing a ghost in a controlled environment and being expected to catch one for the first time. Even so, her parents trusted her enough to handle it- and if they trusted that she could handle it, then there was nothing to worry about.

Taking a deep breath, Jazz cracked open the lab door and crept down the stairs, hoping it was all a false alarm. That she could simply turn off the alarm and be on with her day- apparently that had happened before. But peeking around the corner, she found that that was not the case.

There was a ghost in her basement.

With his back to her, she didn’t get a very good look at him, but could see that he was humanoid, whereas previous ghosts had been animals. But luck was on her side this time- the ghost was distracted, studying her parents’ inventions, holding an ecto-gun in his hands and observing it closely.

With a racing heart, she clicked the thermos on, closed her eyes, and pointed in the ghost’s general direction. That’s all she would have to do, her parents had assured her, so when she opened her eyes, the ghost would be gone.

Slowly, wincing, Jazz peeked into the lab again and felt her heart drop.

The ghost wasn’t gone, and he was looking right at her.

…

Danny didn’t have much time to assess where he was or what was happening. When the siren went off, he covered his ears and hurried to his feet- unless he wanted to jump back through the portal, he would need to find an exit.

For a brief moment, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the time he’d escaped Walker’s prison. It had been the first time he’d been in an actual building since falling through the portal, but with a sentence of 8,000 years on his head, he wasn’t about to stick around. Back then, however, Danny had been a human in the ghost zone. Escaping was a matter of walking through walls and avoiding guards. As a human in the human world, there was no reason he would be able to escape so easily.

Under the red lights of the siren, Danny turned to get a good look at the lab, his heart skipping a beat when he recognised it.

This wasn’t just any old lab- it was his parents’ lab.

It had changed- that wasn’t a surprise- but there was no doubt that this was the same lab he’d grown up with, either. On the right was their work table, the wall behind it scorched black. On the left, there were a few finished products, most of which Danny didn’t recognize, but were crafted in the same unique styles his parents so often adopted. In one of the corners was his mother’s chemistry set and in the other, he remembered, were the stairs to the exit.

Logically, Danny knew he should hide or make a run for the stairs- there was always the chance his family would shoot first and ask questions later- but he felt drawn to his parents’ work, looking over the tables full of inventions. He couldn’t tell what all of them were supposed to do- some of them were clearly guns, but others resembled jewelry and old appliances. On closer inspection, he noticed a name stamped across all of the inventions- Fenton- and could feel his eyes tear up. He barked out a laugh and hugged the ecto-gun that was in his hands- he already knew it was his parents’ lab, his parents’ work, but there was something very relieving about seeing their name with his own eyes.

When he had woken up that morning, he hadn’t expected his day to turn out like this- and he certainly wouldn’t have guessed that Skulker of all people would have helped him. This should have been the happiest Danny had been in a long time, except something felt wrong. Beyond the blaring siren and the red lights, he felt something else. A chill. It wasn’t the same as the ghost sense that he’d developed years ago, but the feeling might as well have meant the same thing- he was being watched.

Turning to see who was there, he was taken aback by the fact that he knew her.

He almost didn’t recognise her- she was a lot older than he remembered, but she resembled his sister all the same, with her red hair and narrow face. She was pointing an odd device at him, something that might have been a gun, her eyes squeezed shut in a pained wince.

Again, Danny knew he should run or hide, but he was overcome by the calming knowledge that this was his home. His sister may have been pointing a weapon at him, but this was once a safe space for him. Everything would be okay- everything had to be okay. Why would a few years have changed that?

When Jazz finally opened her eyes, she and Danny made eye contact, but instead of relaxing as he had expected, she stiffened and let out a small shriek. She smacked the side of the device a few times, urging it to work, and backed herself as far away from Danny as possible.

He wasn’t sure what to do then- she obviously didn’t recognise him as anything but a ghost, and unless she was willing to listen, there wasn’t much he could do that would convince her otherwise. There was, however, always a way to prove that he was her brother.

Taking a deep breath, Danny winced under Jazz’s terrified gaze and called over the alarms.

“Jazz!”

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Thank you guys for your support and for the title ideas! I ended up deciding on just calling it Castaway and I'll probably post it on Fanfiction.net soon.

#im not as happy with this chapter as the first one but i've edited a lot and im a lot happier with it than i was at first #my fics #danny phantom fics #chapter two #ghost zone castaway #this one was mostly backstory which i guess explains why im less happy with it lol #let me know what you think!#castaway (danny phantom fanfic)

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silver-bunny6958 · 2 years

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Danny Phantom x-over attempt pt. 1

Danny wished for a break. School had been that break, other than Dash, now it’s just another place where he wasn’t good enough. Home used to be at least safe, now it’s just another place where he’s targeted for what he is. Sam and Tucker used to be actual friends, now they seemed to feel no empathy for Danny.

All Danny had left was Jazz and Danni, Jazz had left for collage early because of a prodigy scholarship, Danni was staying in the GZ because if his parents see her they’ll definitely be suspicious.

Danny went to visit Lunch Lady, she always had enough to fill him with good food, when he got there his very first enemy was startled at the way he looked, “Child! Have you not eaten this past week!?”

“I have, I have. Not much, but I did eat!”

“Oohhh, no, no, no, sweet heart,” Lunch lady moved toward Danny and held his face in her hands, “You need whole meals not snacks, you’ll never sustain on those. You may be half ghost but all that means is your ghost is taking half of all you eat for its own energy. You need more than almost all growing boys.”

“I know, bUt guess what!”

She smiled at him before humoring him, “What?”

“I almost got a full 8 full hours of sleep in a row!”

“Ah, a new record then.” she paused, “Danni should stop in any minute now, you can have dinner with us, yes?”

“Yeah, I told them that I was staying at a friend’s house.”

It didn’t take long before Danni was back, and after her customary worrying over Danny and his sleep/food intake or lack thereof, the two got on to playing some card games, some accent and old enough that Pandora barely remembers them and others Danni had learned on her travels, the waited for dinner so Danny could go get Jazz. Lunch lady had invited the siblings to have dinner together once a week, that entailed Danny and Jazz making the team effort to get her the not ecto ingredients.

Danny made a quick call on the Fenton Phone( Danny had in fact been smart enough to get phones to work through the ghost zone, and Jazz won’t let him forget it, he is also just as bad at naming as his dad,) to Jazz and warned her that he was coming, she said she was waiting at an empty bus stop outside of town. He was Back with Jazz in record time.

Box Ghost, Lunch Lady, Jazz, Danny and Danny all sat together waiting for the last member to join. After a few minutes Clockwork announced himself, Danny, Danni and Jazz went and hugged him and they all sat down to eat.

The Dinner was great! Danny wished this was every meal, chatting away with friends, yes including the Box Ghost, and generally not listing to those he had once considered family tell him how they would tear him apart, molecule by molecule still rings in his ears, it was paradise.

Danny had the unfortunate luck of having to return to Fenton Works the next day, after school, after another day of torment he would sleep a room or two down from those willing to dissect- vivisect- doesn’t matter- him.

The hopelessness must have seeped out of his every pore if the looks the other teens at school were giving him where any indication, Lancer seemed to leave him be and Dash muttered an apology, he eventually cornered Val on the real reason everyone was suddenly so sympathetic.

“Y-You don’t know?” she sputtered out quietly.

“No, I don’t know.” he said rather irritated.

“Your house exploded last night.” she was barely just whispering now.

“My-” He stopped to try and process everything she just said, his first instinct was to worry about the collateral then he asked a question that could make it seem that he actually was just scared for the mockery that were his parents, “Did any one get hurt??” the creese in his brow was practiced but at this point you would have to interrogate people for fun to know that.

“Your parents died, that’s it.”

That means it could have been portal related

I have to make it home now.

Danny didn’t care that it was the middle of lunch.

Danny could barely care that he was running faster than a normal human could.

He just need to make it back.

He ran past police officers and what looked like social workers, though caution tape and right on top of the pile of rubble, on instinct he just started digging, it took several people to pull him away, he was crying.

As paramedics wrapped up his bloody hands and tried to calm him, he begun crying harder.

Danny realized that the tiny bit of normalicy he was unconsciously holding onto had just passed right out of his grip.

The crying didn’t stop until hours after he got to the hospital, and minutes after he fell asleep when Nocturn blessed him with what would surely be his last sweet dream.

Outside of the doors to the hospital room two social workers talked about what to do with the 15 year old, they both came to the conclusion to try and reach out to extended family, as it seemed that- while Mr. Masters was fond of Danny- Danny was entirely too distrusting of Vlad Masters to put him with the man first.

The social workers asked the hospital if Danny could stay there for the next few days as they gathered what they could of the boy’s stuff and worked out who he would become his guardian, they landed on one man who had already adopted his own son(s) and had recently become the legal guardian to another boy. After a few calls they asked him to come to Amity General Hospital to meet the boy.

Danny had been sitting in the hospital rather unresponsive. Even Jazz and Danni’s team effort couldn’t get him to give more than one word answers.

When he had wanted a break, he never meant for this to happen to them.

He would never wish death on even the worst of his enemies. Not Vald, not the GIW. None.

He himself had experienced how painful that could be.

He couldn’t get far enough out of his head to talk much, as such the social workers had taken charge of his case without input from him.

Jazz was visiting when one of the social workers walked in, then, upon seeing Jazz, paused in the door way.

“Am I interrupting something important, Ms. Fenton?”

“Uhh,” Jazz looked at Danny, his face stayed rather blank- he did look up when the door opened(which is good) but he said nothing(which is bad), “*sigh* suppose not.”

The worker, a dirty blonde woman with her hair in a tight bun and a kind look on her face, walked in and to the side of the door. Holding out her hand she said, “Mr. Wayne, the Fentons- the young woman is Jazz, and the boy is Danny, who we’re hoping you can take in.” She turned towards Jazz and Danny, gesturing to a pale man with blue eyes and black hair who was still in the door with another “Apologetic” look on his face, “Jazz, Danny, this is Bruce Wayne.”

“Ah. Hello, It’s nice to meet you two.”

“Yes.. it’s nice to meet you too.” Jazz looked at Mr. Wayne for a moment before saying, “Though I don’t quite think your meeting the right Danny as about now..”

“Oh dear, well I’m-”

“Don’t say it.” At the bewildered look on the man’s face she elaborated, “I think everyone saying the “I’m sorry’ frase is part of what’s keeping him like this. I- He just started ignolging the door, I don’t want him to go back.”

“I see, I’m sorry.”

The woman then decided to speak up, “Ms. Fenton, Mr. Wayne is who we had settled on to take in Danny.”

“I see..”

“I’ll leave you three to talk.”

With that the woman left them in the room together. Mr. Wayne moved to Danny’s right. Took the seat on the other side.

“So, Mr. Wayne-”

“Bruce, please. Mr. Wayne was my father.”

“Mr. Wayne. You have other kids with you yes?”

“My eldest insisted on coming yes but I told him to wait until I’ve at least met Daniel.”

“it’s danny”

“He doesn’t like people calling him that, and I think that is a smart choice.”

“I’ll be here with Dick up till sunday, then we have to leave.”

“You’ll be in town all week?”

“Yes.”

“Then I guess i should warn you that the ghosts plan to come visit Danny on Tuesday, like all of them together. And-”

“Ghosts?”

“Yes. I’m going back to my campus dorm to start transferring to a university closer to gotham on Wednesday.”

“I see, so the stories of ghosts from this town are true?”

“Yes, the darn well have to be.”

“Are you sure they aren’t just a bunch of meta’s with similar powers?”

“My parents studied them. I’ve listened to collage level lectures about their ectoplasmic structures before I hit middle school. If they are anything else I get to keep calling them Ghosts anyway.”

“I see.”

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes until, “When you say they are going to visit..?”

“No, not the dead spirits of our parents- ghosts who knew danny before the tragedy.”

“And how are they coming in?”

Jazz then pointed to the walls and ceiling saying “there. And there.”

“I see, are the staff going to freak?”

“No I warned the head of staff,and it’s not like any one here is particularly inclined to call the GIW.”

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bccfggffbgv · 3 years

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Mini fic: The Hit Room

*Jackrow, Luz, and Lilith had hid inside a strange room that not even the former coven leader was aware about to hide after nearly getting spotted by a few Grey troops within one of The Gray Horde's many factory. The room was called...The Hit Room*

Jackrow: What is this place...? This room wasn't on the map of the base...

Lilith: I'm not sure...Even somethings were hidden from me during my time here...*The strange room had multiple giant shelves but it was strangely empty yet there was something else off about the room* Perhaps it's some type of storage room that isn't entirely finished?

Luz: But it doesn't explain the weird sign on top of the door, something is off with this room-WOAH!! *She then tripped on some wiring which caused her to grab the nearest thing close to her, a button platform* I'm okay guys!...

*They all then notice that the "shelves" were actually platforms used to display hologram photos and documents. They see various faces with their names attached as well...They then noticed the red X's on each and every last one of them*

Jackrow, while reading some of the many names attached to the pictures: K.O Kincaid, Marco Diaz, Star Butterfly, Steven Universe, Daniel Fenton and more...So many of them were just kids and they were all killed by The Gray Horde...!

Lilith, as her guilt began rising more and more:..I was a part of them...I gave up so much for them and now I find this...This mockery of their deaths displayed like an art gallery!!! *She felt rage after realizing how cruel and ruthless they really are*

Luz, after wiping away her tears and getting back up: Then we have to fight harder in honor to those who were killed off by these monsters!! We will make them pay for what they've done to us and to them...! *The other two both nodded and got ready to destroy the Gray Horde factory from the inside out with their various forms of magic in hand*

(Later)

*After their recent victory against The Gray Horde, a large wall was built with many name plates attached to every side of the wall in honor to the people who perished by The Gray Horde. On that day as well, everyone then began working and training harder in order to finally end The Gray Horde's reign of terror once and for all*

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dannyphantompromptgenerator · 3 years

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Danny Fenton makes a mockery of The Official Danny Phantom Phanclub.

#Danny Phantom #prompt #prompts #Version 2 #q

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ghostly-penumbra · 4 years

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DannyMay 2020. Day Three

“Reflection”

Warning for mentions of murder.

Ao3 FFN

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Detective Decker talked to Danny as if he was a kid, but she had gotten him a soda, so she wasn’t all that bad.

She checked her phone when it buzzed, and excused herself. “Don’t worry, your parents will be here soon.” She patted his shoulder, and walked away.

Danny sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes, he had only been here a day and already hated LA. Stupid paranormal convention that made his parents drag them all the way from Illinois. Of course he would somehow end up involved in a murder investigation.

Danny felt goose bumps run down his arms and had to suppress a full-body shiver when a man plopped down in the Detective’s chair, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Danny looked away. His day was grim enough as it was.

“So you are the moody teenager that saw the gruesome murder, right?”

If you don’t pay him attention, he might go away. They never do, but there’s always a first time.

“Alright! Alright! You heard the gruesome murder. Darryl, right?” The man said.

The boy crossed his arms and looked directly at the desk, and whispered barely moving his lips. “If you’re not the victim, then this isn’t a good time.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot.” The man said, snapping his fingers at him and leaning on the desk. “You are severely traumatized.” He added solemnly and intertwined his fingers over the desk. “So, Darryl,” his voice was a mockery of gentle and understanding, and Danny had to bite the inside of his cheek so he wouldn’t yell at him to piss off, “tell me, what happened?”

“Look, I only wanted to find an arcade, and then I was behind a dumpster while a guy was getting shot three feet from me.” He hissed, glaring at the wood, with his fists clenched so tightly that the skin on his palms was white.

“Oh, come on! I know you can give me more than that, you look like a smart kid.” At that, Danny rolled his eyes. “Can’t you, I don’t know, deduce his height from the sound of his footsteps or something?”

Finally looking up, the teen caught the amused expression on the spirit’s face, and with an angry huff wondered how he had died, for him not to have any mark of it to show. No strangling lines around his neck, no blood staining his clothes, he wasn’t soaking water, didn’t even smell like smoke to have breathed it in a fire or something. A heart attack, then? At that age, weird, but not unheard of. If he had overdosed then he was the only ghost he had seen still well groomed after the fact.

“What do you want with this? Why is it any of your business?” He flinched at his own outburst, looking around to make sure no one had seen him snap at nothing. “Just…” he sighed, “leave me alone, I just want this all to be over.”

“Pff, please, you’re a teenager, you always have something funny in there.” The ghost looked at him in the eyes, and leaned back in towards him. “So, tell me, Daniel, what do you desire?”

Danny held his gaze, wondering, why wouldn’t this ghost go away? Why couldn’t all ghosts go away?! Always since the accident, they wouldn’t stop harassing him, following him home, and wrecking his stuff. Bleeding and weeping and screaming at him and none of them would leave him alone.

“I just want to be normal!”

“Seriously? Dad, that’s boring.”

People were looking at him now, and Danny would rather talk to the patronizing Detective Decker or have the ground open up and swallow him whole.

“Danny, sweetie!”

Or have his parents come and scoop him up, crushing him in a bear hug.

“I’m –mrph– I’m okay, seriously, ‘m not hurt.”

“Detective! How nice of you to join us. I was chatting with the little Phantom here.”

Danny looked, astonished, as the not-ghost stood up and got scolded by the Detective. She slapped him lightly in the arm, and it made a sound.

He had begun to wonder how, but now he knew his question should be what.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, this is my partner, Lucifer Morningstar.”

She must have thought Danny’s look of utter horror was confusion, because her apologetic smile did nothing to calm his mounting panic.

- - -

Danny looked at his phone in his hands, its reflective surface showing him the dark bags under his eyes. He moved it so it would show him where his parents were talking with the Detective and… the not-ghost.

There was his mom, with his dad’s hands on her shoulders, the Detective was telling them something and- and the man wasn’t there.

“You do know you have to turn your phone on to take a selfie, right?”

And there he was, leaning on his shoulder and scaring the crap out of him.

“Wha- you- what are you?!”

“Besides, you look as if you had seen a ghost.” He chuckled, put a hand on Danny’s shoulder, and plucked the phone right out of his grasp, batting his hand away when he tried to retrieve it. He put it on frontal camera and pointed it at them. “Just look at that.”

And Danny saw it, his face burnt with electricity, charred skin and chunks of flesh missing, and the shape of a lightning spread through all his body. If anyone else were able to see it, they would know he should be dead.

“We will need more than a few filters, don’t you think?”

The man –Lucifer– was not much better than him, his head angry, glaring flesh, his eyes glowing blood red with the sclerotic black.

But he took the selfie anyway.

They made quite the portrait.

“So you’re not just some Cole Sear, are you?” Lucifer smiled and handed him his phone back. “This will be so much fun!” The Devil ruffled Danny’s hair, and walked back to his Detective.

- - -

This is by far one of my favourites. I like mixing different mediums of the same genre, and since in DP there is the whole ghost thing, I can mix it with paranormal/supernatural shows even tho it’s more sci-fi.

I also wanted a crossover with Lucifer just to see how they would interact. The plot for the meeting was already in my head, I just had to fit in the “reflection” part, but I can say I’m quite pleased with how it turned out.

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