16. - 18. Death Echo + Blood + Unravel
Ectober 2023
At first I was planning to keep this simple and not color it at all... But here we are 😅
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I am fascinated by the idea that GIW has on going problem of their agents coming back one way or another after death. That creates so many possibilities for angst both from the perspective of the person who becomes one of the things they used to hunt as well as from the perspective of their colleagues.
(Also I find it kind of ironic that they would be actively contributing to the problem they are trying to handle.)
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Amity Park citizens canonically commit tax fraud
Welcome to my TedTalk
Doctor’s Disorders:
Jack: Oh yeah and why should we trust you?
Betrand: Because I’m with the government and we can audit your taxes if you don’t.
Double cross my heart.
Mr Lancer: And what makes you think I want to co-operate with the feds
Operative K: Because ghosts are a constant threat to your student body.
Operative O: And because we're with the government and have access to your tax records.
Mr. Lancer: What do you want to know and how fast do you want to know it?
Conclusion
Amity Park says fuck the government and taxes.
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For the off-day of angstfest I thought I’d share the dream sequence from the fic I wrote for the first 3 days. It’s my first time trying to write one and I’m actually really proud of how it turned out!
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K’s consciousness clicks into focus with the flickering illumination of a street light. It slides over the windshield slowly, dripping off the car’s crushed tailgate like molten lightning. The two back tires are blown out—he knows—but the car carries forward anyway, so so slowly inching down the dimly lit road.
Suddenly, a dark shadow emerges from the pavement. K tries to slam on the breaks, but the car continues its snail’s pace journey down the center of the road. The shadow watches him, and he’s not sure if it has eyes or if the streetlights in the distance are shining through its transparent body. He doesn’t know how they would line up, because the demon’s head is twisted and broken so completely K thinks it might be upside down.
The front of the car touches the shadow and carries on through its body, and for a moment K thinks it’ll end up inside the car with him.
But then it’s gone, and the car is knocked to a stop as its bumper gently collides with Operative S. She stands there in the middle of the road, watching him through a featureless white mask. The mask has no eyeholes, but he can still feel her staring. She holds a cigarette in her left hand, which she raises to take a puff from with her non-mouth.
“Where is your control, Operative?” Operative S asks, extending her free hand out to him. It’s a pack of cigarettes. He reaches out, and there is no windshield or car for that matter, so he takes one.
“Where did it go?” K asks her between puffs.
“Where did what go?” Her head turns to face the woods beside them but he knows her green eyes are still on him.
“The demon.”
She turns back to him. “You killed it, Operative.”
K looks down at the cigarette in his hand. It’s been marked by something that dripped from his hand and now runs toward the lit end to extinguish it. He’s not sure what color the fluid is. Gold, or green, or black. It‘s not red.
“Where is your control, K███? ” Operative S asks, and this time she extends out to him a featureless white mask. He does not have a cigarette in his hand so he takes it.
“I’ll be waiting outside,” Operative S says. Then she turns and runs into the darkened woods.
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And here’s the complete fic of course for anyone interested:
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Mission C-0-Delta
Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Cause of Death
Summary: The GIW are doing an investigation on the ghosts that are more often found in Amity Park, hoping that by finding their cause of death they can find a weakness to the biggest threats there are out there.
Content Warning: Death is talked about, as expected from this prompt.
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“Operative K, how is everything going with the investigation?” asked Operative O, a muscular man in a white suit with tan skin, dark glasses over his eyes and no hair on his head, who was reading one of the many papers that was stacked beside him in the desk he was working in.
“Everything is going smoothly Operative O, once I finish reading this section I can advance towards the obituaries of the following year.” Answered another muscular man in a white suit working at another desk, this time with a computer in front of himself. The main difference between O and K being the skin color and shape of the head, where O had tan skin and an angular head, K had dark skin and a round face.
Those two agents were currently working in the library of Amity Park doing some research, looking through obituaries and newspaper articles that might contain any violent or sudden deaths.
“This operation is proving to be more difficult than expected.” Said Operative O once the both of them had to leave the library due to the time, it was already closing after all. “We might need to fill up Extended Investigation Time 14-D-Theta.”
“I’ll call the supervisor once the morning comes tomorrow in order to appeal for a validation in the extension of the project since this is the second time we’ll have to fill out that form.”
“Understood, preceding to begin sleeping procedures via sequence 27-B-Dseta.” And like that, both agents began undressing and dressing up in their corresponding GIW funded pijamas, both of them being completely white, with a small white hat on top, and encased with enough ectoplasmic fibers that no ghost would be able to touch them without meeting some kind of resistance, which would be felt by any respectable operative ever of the agency, waking them up.
Eventually morning came, and both agents woke up and rose alongside the rise of the sun in the horizon, they both dressed up and finally got ready to continue working on their investigation, though before some things would need to be done. Finally the time to call in their supervisor came, and as such they turned on the camera in their phones and began calling Operative A, their supervisor in this mission.
“*Ring* *Click* Operative A speaking, state your reason for calling,” answered another agent from the other side of the video call, this time a pale person with short brown hair.
“Operative O and Operative K requesting for supervisor Operative A for a comment in order to fill out the second form of Extended Investigation Time 14-D-Theta.”
“Supervisor Operative A here accepting your request, please state your reason for doing so regardless.”
“Operative K speaking, the reason for us requesting Operative A’s comment to fill our second form is the absence of any relevant information present in the library and internet archives, thus now we’ll have to find a practical approach to our investigation on the different causes of death of the ghosts that invade Amity Park.”
“Reason accepted and accounted for, hopefully you’ll be able to find any information that we’ll be able to use against the ghosts, however the probability of success has lowered to about 0.5 percent, you’ll both have 2 more weeks to find any information or we’ll be forced to cut our losses.”
“Understood.”
“Instructions delivered.”
“That will be all, now fill the form and everything will be settled in stone. Over and out.”
Meanwhile, in the Ghost Zone.
“So, how did you die again Dipstick?” Ember played a few chords on her guitar while floating lazily alongside Danny Phantom, not doing much at that moment.
“Opened the portal on top of myself mixed with a few million volts of electricity coursing through me at the same time. You?” he answered while floating upside down in a crouching position, almost as if crawling on a non-existent roof.
“Burned in a fire after my exboyfriend dumped me and left me hanging in a date, I was dumb enough to leave the oven on while crying myself to sleep.”
“Huh, guess it’s a teen thing to die doing a dumb thing.”
“You said it Dipstick.”
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