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dp-marvel94 · 2 years

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For the fic-writer-ask-game-thing: 12, 17, and 21.🙂🙂

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

I don't think this is an actual trope but I've never actually written the Fenton parents meeting Dani, even though I've got a bunch of stories where logically that's what should happen next. I'm thinking when I finish Face to Face, I'm going to write at least the next chapter of "It was an accident, I swear." which should have that scene in it.

17. What fic are you most proud of?

It's predictable but I'm going to have to say Face to Face. I've been working on this story since November 2019. It's at almost 250K now and I just might finish it this year. I've got 5 chapters and an epilogue left and I'm so close to the climax. I've been dying to write this particular scene for years and I'm so proud of this story, of how much my writing's improved, how far I've taken the characters. I think I'll be sad when it's done but I'm also really excited to finish.

21. What is the one fic that got away?

So I'll give two answers here, since I'm not sure if this is supposed to mean a story you've started but will probably never finish, or an idea you've had that you'll probably never write.

First, this fic. I wrote for the phic phight back in 2020. The summary: Phantom, the adoptive son of Clockwork, doesn't remember his life but wishes he did. Jack Fenton, ghost hunter, lost his only son at a young age. When the portal activates, a newly half-human Phantom stumbles into Jack's lab, bearing a painfully familiar blue-eyed, black haired form.

At the time, I'd thought about doing a multi-chapter version that's 50K plus. (My estimation at the time; really with my writing now it would be 100K+ 😂)

It would have Maddie and Jazz returning and meeting Phantom, the half ghost slowly remembering who he is, Jack noticing the resemblance much more slowly until he eventually tells Maddie who refuses to get her hopes up, and Phantom (Danny) figuring out the truth but being scared to say anything because why would the Fentons want him as a son. It would end with him telling Jazz and eventually getting the courage to tell their parents. Oh, and I'd have a side plot of the Observants finding out and Clockwork dealing with that with an eventual reunion and Clockwork meeting Danny's human parents.

It would have been a lot of fun, especially with that parental Clockwork. But I wasn't that far in Face to Face at the time and now have so many other multi-chapter stories I want to write more.

And a story I've never written anything for and probably never will-

The idea start after reading "Simulacrum" by @bibliophilea with Danny Fenton dying in the portal and Danny Phantom being a ghost possessing his still living body. I was imagining the vibes are kinda like "Real Life" by @cordria and "Mother Knows Best" by MayAnny, at least at first.

In this story, ghosts are not dead people but scary, inhuman monsters. They're very single-minded and selfish, only focused and feeding and defending their territory. Ghosts are attracted to human souls and feed off of the emotions coming from them like mites eating dead skin. That's how Phantom ends up fusing with Danny's body; he senses Danny's dying soul and is drawn to the portal. He reaches for the soul, wanting it to hold on, since a ghost can't feed off an emotionless dead body. Danny's soul slips away as he dies but, in that in-between place, a tiny portion breaks off, staying in the body.

This isn't all that noticeable at first. Phantom, in Danny's body, is very uncoordinated and confused. There's vague memories in the body's brain, enough to figure out what's happening. He hides out in Danny's room for a while, adjusting. He avoids Jack and Maddie, realizing they're dangerous if they discover him. Jazz is busy so he doesn't see much of her at first. Since ghosts aren't capable of emotions like humans are, Phantom doesn't really care about Danny's friends and family. They're just a food source to him. He does have restrain; most ghosts are opportunist parasites, not predators. They need to keep the humans they feed off of alive. But why would they care about their emotion wellbeing?

So, it's a surprise, even to himself when Phantom does. A few days after the accident, Sam and Tucker come to check on him. Ravenous, he grabs onto Sam's arm, easier to feed on her emotions. He drinks too deeply, the dark purple of her soul, only visible to ghosts like him, flickering erratically. The goth's eyes blow wide, arm frantically pulling away as her emotions flare with sharp fear. Phantom lets go and... it hits him, as odd flickering inside. He doesn't want her to be afraid, not off him. There's... an odd warmth in his chest once Sam calms down and she and Tucker asked about what's going on, eyes wide with concern. Phantom realizes he doesn't want them to know what he actually is, that he isn't actually Danny.

So the lying starts, the pretending to be human. The strange memories help with that. Phantom learns quickly. When the other ghosts come, he protects his humans. He gets used to family, friends, school, growing more human the longer he stays in the human world.

The longer this goes on, the more strange Phantom feels. There's odd feelings, odd drives he doesn't understand. He wants to protect Sam and Tucker. When they get upset seeing his injuries from ghost fights, he wants to comfort them, make them feel better. They hang out, joke with each other and... Phantom laughs.

Then there's the Fenton parents. Living in the same house, encounters are unavoidable. They're not nearly as bad as he'd thought at first. They're loud, boisterous, excitable. In public, they call him and Jazz embarrassingly sweet pet names and insist on goodbye kisses. And.... Phantom blushes, like any other teenager. But secretly, somewhere deep inside, that warm feeling returns. When he says, "i love you too" like the son he's pretending to be, it doesn't feel completely fake.

And then there's Jazz. The red-head watches him with furrowed brow, always worried. Something in him churns, almost... uneasy with the looks. But she also ruffles his hair, asks him what's wrong, why he's been so tense since the accident. Something in him flickers, something that tastes like guilt. And... that warm feeling, the damned warm feeling....

Phantom can see human souls, as odd mixtures of color and smell. And sometimes, when he looks in the mirror, he sees a glimpses of something in his own blue eyes. Something that shouldn't be there but also should.

Spectra shows up. This is when Jazz discovers Phantom is not her brother. There's lots of emotion at the reveal. Jazz is angry, betrayed, grieved. And Phantom's heart aches, the feelings almost bring him to his knees. It's so strong, a tidal wave crashing over him.

Spectra pounces, feeding off of him. Somehow, impossibly, he's giving off emotions, human emotions, she can feed one. It doesn't make sense. It feels like he's being ripped apart. It hurts so much. But.. he knows. He's known for a while. Phantom is not really a ghost any more. He's... something else now. Something... almost human. Over the months, he's become more human as he's built on Danny’s soul fragment.

That's the flickering green, the shape of a soul he catches a glimpses of in his own eyes. That's the mysterious smoky scent that he's smelt in Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and the Fenton parents' souls. That's the mark that his freaky, unnatural twisted soul-thing leaves when it touches his loved ones. His Loved Ones. Somehow, he loves them.

The thought is enough to get up and fight. Jazz intercedes though, helping him stop Spectra. But she won't talk to him after that. Not for months. For some reason, she doesn't tell anyone. Maybe she feels some pity. She doesn't want Danny's friends and their parents to have to face the knowledge that their friend and son is gone, that a monster is masquerading in his skin.

A monster.... that word rings in Phantom's head for the next months. That guilt is there now, so much stronger now that he recognizes and acknowledges he feels it. It's horrible but also... it's almost good. He can feel. Now that knows his human side in there, that the borrowed soul inside of him is real, he can almost feel it growing. And he lets it. He embraces it. It hurts. It hurts so much. But he can feel. He can love. And it's so much better than ghostly numbness. His previous existence really was cursed. And maybe this is why ghosts feed on human emotions. Maybe that was all a futile attempt to fill that ache, an ache he hadn't even been aware of.

So Phantom... Danny, a part of him whispers... lets himself so more human. He fights for his town. He protects. He hangs out with Sam and Tucker. He... thinks about telling them the truth, about confronting his sister. Except... no, Jazz isn't his sister. She's Danny's. He's just the creature that stole her brother's body.

The guilt is eating him alive now. For a while, the emotions were a bliss but they've grown. He's grown. Within weeks... he's a fake. An imposter. This isn't his life, his body. It's not even his soul. His gift, this humanity is stolen. It doesn't belong to him. He doesn't deserve it.

Maybe Spectra was right, maybe he's just a ghost pretending to be human.

The Ghost King comes and Phantom fights. He takes the suit and reseals Pariah. He doesn't care if he dies (if he can even die). He doesn't care if this destroys him. As long as his loved ones are safe. As long as they're okay, this will be worth it. And maybe.... maybe his destruction will make up for the life he's stolen.

The suit does almost destroy him. As the percentage ticks down, Phantom has peace. He suceeded. They're safe. Everything fades to black.

Phantom blinks awake darkness, speckled with stars surrounding him. In the distance, a figure approaches. Closer.... it's a boy. Black hair, blue eyes.

A wave. "There you are. I've been waiting."

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"Well, there's no easy way to put this but... you're in limbo."

"Limbo...." Dread. Fear. "Like...."

The boy, the familiar boy shakes his head. "You're not actual dead. Just having a near death experience."

That hits Phantom like a truck. A near death experience.... the dread deepens because.... "Who are you?" The question is painfully quiet.

The boy smiles teasingly. "Come on, you know the answer to the that."

"Danny." His mouth is dry. "You're... you're the real Danny."

The boy, Danny, frowns. "I wouldn't say the real Danny. It's not like I'm any more real than you are."

"Why are you here?"

Danny shrugs, still frowning. "It's customary for a family member to met you on the way to the afterlife. Grandma Fenton wanted to come but I begged for it to be me."

"Why?" Phantom trembles, dread and disbelief an ugly, paralyzing mess.

"Why?" Danny holds up his hands. "I wanted to meet you."

The ghost feels like crying. "But.. but why? Why would you... would you want to met me? I... I took everything from you."

"No you didn't. I was already dead" Danny shakes his head. "Besides, why wouldn't I want to meet my baby brother?"

Phantom actually does cry as Danny reassures him. "I've been watching and... and I'm so proud of you, of what you've been doing with your life."

"But... but it's your life. I... I took it. I'm just... just a ghost possessing a corpse."

"No, you're not." A wave of a hand and mirror appears. "You're not really a ghost at all." Phantom and Danny side by side. "Don't you see? You're not in your body. You're just your soul right now. And this is what you look like."

In the mirror is Danny Fenton's face. Blue eyes, black hair, freckles, the familiar scar by his ear.

"And look deeper." Danny, the original, says.

Phantom does. Two swirling masses of glittering green.

"We're twin souls." Danny motioned. "See." The wispy clouds of soul ripple. The colors, the movement.... so similar, so familiar. "We're not completely the same." And Phantom catches the whiff of smell. Smoke and pine. Flowers and fudge and books. Apples and steak. The trace of all his... their loved ones mix together, in different combinations. "But we're made of the same stuff."

Phantom can see it. He can feel it. Something in his loosens.

"So you didn't take anything you weren't allowed to have. Really, I'm happy you were there. If you hadn't been, well.... Danny Fenton would just be gone. But he's not."

"But... you're Danny Fenton." Phantom's brow furrows.

"I was." A shrug. "But now you are. It's your life now."

The two talk for what felt like hours. There are reassurances, stories, hugs.

They laugh, they smile. And... it feels like they'd known each other forever. Like they're old friends. Phantom's heart swells with love, with brotherly affection. He has so many thoughts, so many questions.

There are so many stories. So many jokes. So many promises: to tell Sam and Tucker the truth, to tell Jazz her brother loves her.

Slowly, light seeps in.

"You'll be waking up soon."

Phantom's shoulders fall, eyes downcast. "Oh. I guess this is goodbye then." His eyes are watering. "I'll miss you."

"You'll see me again." Danny puts an arm around him.

Phantom's eyes widen. "Really?"

The other boy nods. "Yep. It'll be sooner than you think. Just a blink really, when you're looking at forever. But," He turns placing his hands on his counterpart's shoulder. "You are going to live a long and happy life. You'll graduate, go to college, travel, live your dreams. You'll do so much good. And when it's your time, when you're done.... I'll be here, waiting. And you can tell me all about it."

"O... okay. I will." Crying, Phantom practically crushes Danny in a hug. "I'll see you again."

"Yes. You will. Bye, Danny. Have a good life."

With that, Danny fades away.

And Danny wakes up.

There are tears on his face. Beeping near his head, a oxygen masks over his mouth.

He blinks, fumbling to move it.

"Danny!" "You're awake."

Mom and Dad. They hover in his vision, hugging each other and crying.

"Doctor! Get the doctor!" "Our boy's awake!"

In a flurry of action, doctors and nurses check him. Lights are shone in his eyes, vitals checked. A battery of tests.

"He's completely fine." "It's a miraculous recovery!"

The parent hover over him. So many worried, loving words. But Jazz hangs back, quiet but... face just as wet.

The two trade knowing looks. Eventually... "You two should get food. You haven't eaten all day." Jazz insists. "I'll stay with him."

The parents left, leaving the two siblings alone.

There's awkward silence for a long moment. Then....

Jazz practically rushes forward, throwing her arms around him. "We were so worried! You just disappeared with the suit. And Mom and Dad... they found you out side the shield. You were... you were almost dead. We thought...." She hiccups on a sob. "We thought you wouldn't make it. You liked so... so pale and thought.... I kept thinking. I couldn't.... I couldn't loss you again. I... I can't. I can't loss you again."

Phantom, Danny, froze, mind spinning. What was she... she saying? She couldn't be.... The thoughts crash in his head and before he ca really process.... "I saw him, the... the real Danny."

Jazz steps back, eyes wide. "What?"

"I saw him, when I was... was unconscious. Your... your real brother." Real... the word isn't quite right, not anymore. His, Phantom, is Danny Fenton. He is Jazz's brother. But in her mind, that's not true, is it?

The girl's brow furrows, confusion deepening. "How?"

Danny explains. His near death experience, his conversation with his passed-on counterpart. "He wanted me to tell you he loves and misses you."

Jazz's eyes well with tears. "He did?"

"Yeah. He really loves you." The boy shrugs, looking down guiltily. "I... I'm sorry that I'm here and he's not."

There's silence for a long time. Then.... Jazz's hand on his arm. "That's not your fault." She whips her face. "I'm happy... I'm so happy you're okay."

Phantom looks up, blinking, disbelieving. She... she'd hugged him earlier. She... she'd said she didn't want to loss him. His lip trembles. "Do you... do you mean that?"

Jazz nods, whispering. "I thought I was going to loss you."

The words speak volumes and her eyes.... round and wet, shining with... with something Danny can't hope is really there. But...

Phantom stiffens, catching a whiff. She's touching him and her emotions flicker at the edge of his awareness. But that can't... that can't be what he's sensing. That can't be...

"I... I'm so sorry. I'd been so mad, so angry at you for so long. But... but none of this is your fault. The accident wasn't your fault. It's not your fault he's... he's gone."

The boy looks down, guilt flaring. But Jazz continues.

"It's not your fault. But I was blaming you and pushing you away. And... and I could have lost you. I could have lost you without telling you..." Danny gasp, the weight of her emotion washing over him. "I love you. I love you so much little brother."

The half ghost shakes, cries, trembles. She... she loves him.

"You're not the Danny I grew up with but you are by brother. I love you. I love you so much.”

He hugs her tighter. Jazz loves him. She loves him. And it's all he can think.

(XD And you got me to write it as a fic... kinda? I wrote this instead of working on Face to Face, so I hope ya'll are happy. 😂😅)

#Danny Phantom #my post #my ficlet #spooky inhuman ghosts au #with some sibling bonding!#and maybe a near death experience 👀#i wrote this instead of working on Face to Face 😅

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ectoblastfromthepast · 2 years

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want the whole au timeline?

because baby, i've got it!

the entire au, can't have shit in amity park (not even a slightly normal halfterlife) and the world is having more fun than me (tonight) in chronological order below the cut!

it only includes most things already published, minus the few things that are set vaguely in the future that got written during phic phight, since i don't know exactly where they're falling just yet!!

Aug 24 2007 - going...! to be in so much trouble...

Aug 25 2007 - hey, dad, look at me, did i grow up according to plan?

Sep 1 2007 - four years, that's all you've got to endure chapter one, falling asleep in class

Sep 8 2007 to May 28 2007 - i fought you for so long (i should have let you in)

Oct 25 2007 - pumpkin head ghost boy

Feb 22 2008 - feed the boy (like and subscribe!)

Apr 10 2008 - four years, that's all you've got to endure chapter two, ectoplasm spaghetti (don't do this)

Feb 2 2009 to May 4 2009 - and they were history project partners...

May 25 2009 to May 30 2009 - the end of some good times

Aug 21 2009 - a ghost boy at college? it's more than likely than you'd think

Aug 21 2009 to Sep 11 2009 - such a big, big world (and only the tools to deal with a tiny portion of it)

Sep 3 2009 - the ghost boy can have a little coffee (as a treat)

Sep 14 2009 - i think i'd rather scream

Sep 22 2009 - new cryptid unlocked

Sep 23 2009 - sick ectoburns

Sep 25 2009 - boredom breeds stupidity (and the occasional ghost or two)

Oct 3 2009 - all that glitters is just danny, actually

Oct 8 to Oct 23 2009 - college is a time of firsts

Oct 23 2009 - baby take my hand (don't fear the reaper)

Oct 31 2009 - halloweekend

Nov 1 2009 - actions have consequences, and man, they suck

Nov 2 2009 to Nov 8 2009 - it's just another day without you (and i can't sleep)

Nov 8 2009 to Nov 15 2009 - i'm not okay (i promise)

Nov 15 2009 to Nov 20 2009 - against doctor's orders

Nov 20 2009 - when the nightmare fades

Nov 26 2009 to Nov 29 2009 - quit telling everyone i'm (permanently) dead! WIP

Nov 30 2009 - untitled UNPUBLISHED WIP

Dec 1 2009 - longer than the song of the whippoorwill

Oct 31 2009 & Dec 2 2009 to Dec 7 2009 - invisobang [title redacted] UNPUBLISHED WIP

#the world is having more fun than me tonight series #au birthday shenanigans #danny phantom #ecto fics #my writing #my au #im using a lot of cuts today so i'm not clogging people's dashes with *long* posts #even if i'm clogging it with *lots* of posts

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camels-pen · 1 year

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I posted 84 times in 2022

That's 5 more posts than 2021!

53 posts created (63%)

31 posts reblogged (37%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@strawberrycamel

@camels-pen

@mistythefifth

@chronosabyss

@apinklion01

I tagged 83 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#danny phantom - 58 posts

#nemo the writing ho - 43 posts

#danny fenton - 24 posts

#the bin - 23 posts

#phic phight 2022 - 21 posts

#phic phight - 21 posts

#ectoberhaunt22 - 15 posts

#eh chaos - 11 posts

#eh order - 10 posts

#dpxdc - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#was thinking of a reverse au of canon and thought 'what if he had to fake the powers bc he was born with them and then lost them'

My Top Posts in 2022:

danny phantom young justice crossover fic that starts with the losing their memories in Bialya mission (Bereft), but because something something ghosts, M'gann can't help Danny get his memories back and he has to get them back naturally.

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207 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

Holy Feathers, Phantom!

Summary: Danny gets wings and the town becomes a lot more culty than usual. Somehow, this becomes the GIW's problem.

based on @seaglass-skies' prompt "Danny's gotten into a mess he knows his friends and family can't get him out of. He doesn't think he'll be rescued at all, but he ESPECIALLY doesn't expect it to be the Guys in White who rescue him." and @kiinotasha's prompt "Wing AU: It started with an itch that never seemed to go away. ( He can have them in both forms or just one )"

edit: forgot to add another note that this was also inspired by @impyssadobsessions' fanatastic wing au danny art

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301 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

Short continuation of this post

Danny: so one of you is definitely Robin

Dick: but can you tell who?

Damian: it's obvious, Grayson. There's really no need to-

Danny: it's her isn't it *points at Cass*

Dick, Jason, Duke, Tim, Steph, and Damian who've all been some flavor of Robin or Robin adjacent: ...

Cass who's never been any type of Robin ever: yes, you've figured me out. I can't believe this.

302 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

Restless Summons

Summary: Constantine cashes in a favour with Danny as a last resort. Danny just wants to fucking sleep.

based on @grubchen0217's prompt "Zombies vs Ghosts"

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399 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hey, you guys know the headcanon that Jason still has an autopsy scar?

Consider a moment in a dp dc crossover where Danny was vivisected by someone and has his own Y scar and the batfam, or at least Jason, know at this point that he's a halfa.

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1,567 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #the bin #long post #damn you guys really liked my DPxDC stuff

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currentlylurking · 3 years

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Phic Phight: Good Parents

Maddie Fenton nearly kills her son trying to take down Phantom. Jack Fenton nearly kills him again, trying to tear the ghost from him.

Clockwork, one of the most powerful ghosts in existence, is tired of the people he cares about getting hurt.

(Based on a Phic Phight 2021 prompt by @five-rivers. And also the same Phic Phight 2020 prompt. Part 1 here.)

(WC: 5273)

When Danny was fourteen, he would never remember to dodge.

It wasn’t his fault entirely - human instincts would say move, and ghost instincts would say turn intangible. He’d get confused and overwhelmed in the split second he was expected to make a decision, and would do nothing but take the hit. It was a normal reaction for someone as newly half-dead as he was.

As far as his friends were concerned, they could fix this by throwing small things at him - erasers, pencils - to train him to avoid the bigger, more dangerous things that were thrown his way. The main thing this taught Danny was how to smack the small objects out of the air, which the trio considered a victory nonetheless. At fourteen, they hadn’t found any real groove with their ghost hunting, but didn’t want to seem weak - so they laughed, lied, and pretended.

A week before his fifteenth birthday, Danny caught a mink ghost in the thermos. Half distracted by it, when he saw something small fly towards him, he smacked it right out of the air.

He didn’t see it burrow into his palm. But he felt the pain, and he saw his parents high-five. That was more than enough to spark panic, and Danny fled.

He almost went to Sam or Tucker’s place - almost. A block away from where he’d been shot, Danny fell out of the sky. He hit a sloped roof and rolled, shoulder getting caught in a gutter and flipping him face down when he headed for the ground. His shoulder caught a fence, and in the split-second before he turned intangible it jabbed his shoulder out of its socket. He fell to the ground, a cry of pain only silenced by how deep his face ended up in the bags of trash.

“Mads!” His father shouted, too close. “It’s over here!”

Danny ran again. He thought about flying, but the rush of pain that hit his core when he tried to lift off kept him firmly grounded. His chest felt as if it was about to cave in, and he barely ducked between two parked cars in time to avoid the GAV barreling out of an alleyway, past him, and down the next street before his parents could stop.

He reached his own house before he reached either of his friends’. Had he had a clearer head, he would have contacted his sister and begged her for help - but in this panic, all he could think was that he had to get away.

So Danny destroyed the window to his parents’ lab with the lid to a tin garbage can and a few harsh kicks, and slipped into the lab amongst the broken shards. He stumbled, fell on his battered face, but forced himself up and through the open portal. He slipped off the metal edge, and fell into the Ghost Zone.

And fell.

And strong arms grabbed him tightly, snatching him out of mid air and urging him, gentle but intense, to stay awake.

.-.

Danny failed the ‘stay awake’ request. When he woke up, it was in a double bed with simple, thin purple sheets. An ectoplasmic bandage on his hand went all the way up his arm, keeping it bent at the elbow. He was still in his ghost form, but most of his jumpsuit was gone. The room smelled sterile, with an overtone of purified ectoplasm. Soft ticking echoed off the blue-grey brick walls, and Danny found the source easily - Clockwork, in his elder form, sitting right beside him.

“You should see the other guy,” Danny said through a raspy voice and a forced grin.

“I have,” Clockwork said. The chair he’d been sitting on scraped against the stone as he stood - well, floated, Clockwork never had legs - and reached out an ungloved hand to press against Danny’s forehead. “Your temperature is still too warm, I’m afraid - the nanobots have severely damaged the cooling factor of your core.”

“Nanobots?” Danny repeated, “Ugh, so ew. How long have I been here?”

“Approximately four days,” Clockwork said, “breathe in deeply for me, please.”

Danny rolled his eyes, but did as he was asked. “Oh, ha-ha, you stole that joke from Tucker. Come on, how long has it really been? You’d better use your time travel powers so I’m not late for class today.”

Clockwork said nothing.

“...Kinda spooky there, Clockwork,” Danny said slowly. “Are you... going to tell me, or...?” He laughed awkwardly. His ribs hurt. Clockwork floated back a bit, and changed to his adult form. “‘Cause - cause four days is a while, and I was - I was kind of out of it, yeah, but - but that’s too long. It’s too long.”

“I’m sorry,” Clockwork said gently, and took Danny's hand. “You were suffering from a severe ectoplasm deficiency. I did everything I could, as fast as I could, but you were delirious and your form was deteriorating. I know you’re not comfortable spending this long in the Ghost Zone.”

“Yeah no - no shi -” Danny cut off, panting. “Oh no my parents are gonna freak.” He rolled out of the bed.

Clockwork caught him. “What are you doing?!” He scolded, and tried to place Danny back on the bed - he pushed against Clockwork, scrambling to get up. “Daniel, I’ve just barely gotten you stable! You are not leaving this room!”

“But my parents -”

“They tried to kill you!”

Danny stared at him. The tears welled up, and Clockwork immediately leaned in, apologizing for shouting as he rested a hand on Danny’s back - Danny barely registered the words, but leaned into the touch.

“They didn’t know,” Danny said, wiping his eyes on a bare arm before the tears could run down his face. “They didn’t know.”

“Daniel,” Clockwork said softly, “I know you don’t want to -”

“My parents love me,” Danny said. “If they knew, then they’d understand everything about ghosts, and - and I’m going to tell them, when I’m ready, but they’ll just feel so bad about the stuff they did when they didn’t know... but they love me.”

“You can love someone very much and still hurt them,” Clockwork said. “Your parents nearly killed you with this, Danny. We were both very lucky you managed to find me so quickly - this is the best possible outcome you could have reached. Those nanobots were specifically calibrated to destroy your ectoplasm. Not anyone else’s, yours. This was a murder attempt, Danny - regardless of everything else, that is fact.”

“It’s not,” Danny’s protest was weak, even to him. “My parents love me. B-besides, they’re my parents, I can’t - I can’t turn my back on my family. I need my family. O-otherwise,” He swallowed and looked at the floor.

Clockwork hummed. He was silent for a long while, switching to his child form for a moment before he returned to his elder one. “Daniel, there is... a potion, of sorts, that is available in the Ghost Zone. All of its required ingredients are guarded by the Observants, but I could grab some and brew a small batch. It is called a Miamenso Draught. Have you ever heard of it?”

“No,” Danny said, and wiped the last of his tears away. His throat still felt dry, and he could feel the tears holding place by his eyes. “What’s it do?” He looked up at Clockwork, “is it some kinda love potion thing that makes people like ghosts?”

“No.” Clockwork reached around with his other hand to brush Danny’s bangs out of his eyes. He wasn’t wearing his gloves, and Danny could see the patchwork of old scars that covered Clockwork’s hands. “A Miamenso Draught removes memories.” Danny paled. “There’s a targeted version, which only removes specific memories, and a more general one. I know you feel responsible to your parents, but -”

“Whoa, whoa,” Danny pulled away. Clockwork dropped to his adult form for a second, then to his child form. “You’re going to drug me?”

Clockwork frowned. “Of course not. Nor your parents - not without your consent.”

“Yeah, well, I do not consent.” Danny huffed. His ribs hurt again. “My parents love me. When I tell them, they’ll - they’ll accept me. I know they will.”

“And if they don’t?”

“They will.”

“Danny,” Clockwork said, back in his elder form, “the Miamenso is reversible. If the worst did happen, and you were severely injured like this again, we could give them a chance to prove to you and themselves that they are capable of looking after a half-ghost son despite everything. A few simple tasks - you could decide which ones - and you all would be reunited. Until then, you could stay here - my home will always be open to you, no matter what.”

“But... I’d get drugged. Or they’d get drugged.” Danny shook his head and tried to ignore how dizzy that made him. “No. No. Absolutely not. My parents love me.”

“I believe I already made this point, but you can love someone with your entire being and still hurt them with your lack of understanding.” Clockwork sighed. “It’s just something to consider. A way for you to be safe from being hurt again while they still don’t fully understand.”

“But they will.”

“And if they don’t?”

“They will.” He tried to sound as sure as possible, though Clockwork kept watching him with sad, wide eyes. “I know they will. My parents love me. Even if I agreed to your amnesia drug plan, we’d never use it, so - look, if I agree will you shut up about it? My parents love me.”

“We’ll have to set conditions,” Clockwork said calmly, “but I’m not going to wind you up any further. I promise that will be the last we speak of it, if that’s what you want. At the very least, my door will always be open to you.”

“Nope. Never have to set anything. Won’t happen. No promises, either, because we don’t need them.” Danny said, shaking his head. His vision blacked out for a second, and he caught only a flicker of concern from Clockwork before the other ghost was trying to lay him back down. “My parents love me. They’re good parents.”

“I know, Danny,” Clockwork said gently, “I know.”

.-.

That was two years ago.

Currently, Clockwork had taken the chance to give Danny some pain killers. Despite his initial loopy reaction, he was now sleeping soundly and had been for the past hour.

Good. He could sleep as much as he wanted. He had almost died, after all. For the time being, Clockwork had something else to prepare.

When Jasmine had left for university, Danny had smuggled her a small portal generator. While it was still imperfect and took hours to recharge between portals, it was functional. Given the time Clockwork had left his message about her brother’s state, and how long the generator would take to recharge between portals, it should be ready right about -

The front door opened. Clockwork greeted the three in his entrance way with a grim look.

“Danny,” Sam said.

“Upstairs,” Clockwork replied, “asleep.”

“Alive?” Tucker asked.

“As much as he was before.”

The three of them relaxed, and Clockwork floated aside to let them in. Danny’s friends ran past him, but his sister held back.

“Did you do the... you know,” she mimed taking a drink.

“Miamenso Draught?” Clockwork clarified, “I did.” Jasmine nodded, lips tight. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s better he doesn’t know what they did to him.” She sighed, and Clockwork kept pace with her as she started swiftly up the stairwell. “He probably didn’t make any conditions, did he?”

Clockwork shook his head. Jasmine sighed again. They came to the edge of the stairs, the door to Danny’s room open, with Sam and Tucker already in place at the sides of his bed.

“I’m going to kill them,” Sam hissed, her hands wrapped around one of Danny’s. “Tucker, I swear to whatever ghost god there is, I am going to kill them.”

“As long as I can help, I’m not protesting.” Tucker said.

“Don’t talk about murder next to him,” Jazz scolded, and lowered her voice as she approached. She waved a hand over Danny’s face - he continued to sleep soundly. “Don’t talk about our parents, either. He took a Miamenso, he won’t remember.”

Sam and Tucker’s confused looks were quickly swapped for glares at Clockwork.

“What’s a Miamenso?” Sam asked.

“Mia menso...” Tucker said, “that’s just ‘my mind’ in Esperanto.” Their glares got stronger. “What did you do to Danny?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Clockwork asked. He had, admittedly, seen that was a likely possibility but to be actually confronted with it was... strange. He’d genuinely thought that Danny would tell his friends.

“Don’t threaten Clockwork,” Jazz said, “Miamenso is a ghost thing. Just let me explain, okay?”

She took the lead, and relayed everything Danny had told her - the suspicion and judgement in Sam and Tucker's eyes was quickly dismissed. Clockwork’s tense posture relaxed a fraction.

The group lapsed into silence, Sam and Tucker absorbing the information. It would be difficult to process for anyone - Clockwork could still remember when he first learned of it. The Observants had not been pleased. Though admittedly, when it came to him, they never were.

Sam broke the silence with a bitter laugh. “Well, damn,” she said, “I wish I could forget my parents.”

Clockwork frowned. “The Miamenso Draught is a process to brew. For total erasure of memories, it would take a month to brew. With how specific Danny’s was, it took closer to a year.” Sam opened her mouth. “We would also have to confront the issue that unlike Danny, you’re not technically my responsibility. We’d have to go through the Observants, and they get... irritable whenever I broach the subject with them.”

“Okay,” Sam said, “I was joking, but okay.”

“Oh,” Clockwork said. “I knew that.” He hadn’t.

Thankfully, Danny started to wake up again before that conversation could continue. Clockwork backed away as Jazz sat down beside him, holding his left hand with both of her own. “Little br- Danny?” There was a collective wince at her correction. “Can you hear me?”

“Jazz?” His voice was still raw. “What are you doing here?”

“Visiting you,” she squeezed his hand.

“But you have college,” Danny said. His head lulled to the side, looking to Tucker. His eyes moved to the right, looking at Sam. “You guys have school.”

“And you almost had a funeral, dude,” Tucker replied. He and Sam sat on the bed as well, pressed close to him. “So, what do you remember? Drink anything weird lately?”

“Tucker,” Jazz said, the warning written all over her face.

“No...?” Danny frowned. “Uh, Dad gave me some water?”

Three teenagers stared at Clockwork. The fourth vaguely looked his way, not really focusing.

Clockwork swallowed. “Yes, I did.”

“Hi, Dad,” Danny said. “I didn’t see you.”

“Hello, Danny,” Clockwork said gently, “Sam, could you give him some of that water please?”

“...Sure.” She reached over slowly to grab the glass. “Danny, do you think you can sit up?”

“Maybe?” Danny pulled his hands back from Jazz and tried to force himself up. The heels of his palms pressed against the mattress and his arms shook, but he didn’t make any headway until Tucker helped him. Sam held the straw to his lips as Tucker shoved the pillows behind his back to prop Danny up. It was a touching sight. Clockwork’s arms ached as he held his staff too tightly, trying to resist the urge to rush over to help them. Danny was in relatively competent, well practiced hands, and he would just get in the way.

The glass of water hadn’t been more than half-full in the first place, and had been sitting out for hours at this point. Danny finished all but a few drops within seconds. Sam passed it to Tucker, who held it out for Clockwork. He took it back.

“Do you think I can have something that’s not water?” Danny asked.

“If you think you’ll be able to stomach it,” Clockwork replied. “We could try a simple soup, if you would like?”

Danny nodded - then he winced, a trembling hand moving to his head. “Oof,” he said. Sam rested her hand on the small of his back. “Sorry, I’m just dizzy.”

“You don’t have to apologize, little brother,” Jazz said gently. She sucked in a breath. “I mean, Danny.”

Danny lowered his hand and frowned. “Why are you being weird? I know you’re my sister, Jazz.”

It was like a weight Clockwork hadn’t registered was lifted from the room. Jazz’s movements were lighter. “Oh,” she said, “and I know you’re my brother, of course! And Clockwork...?”

“Adopted me when I was small,” Danny said slowly. “Seriously Jazz, I’m the one who got messed up. Why are you being so,” he pulled a lopsided face and gestured vaguely at his ear. Jazz covered her mouth with her fist and looked away from her brother.

“Because she’s worried,” Sam said, “Obviously. You scared her, Danny. You scared all of us.”

It was Danny’s turn to look sheepish and uncomfortable. “Yeah,” he said, “but I’m fine, I survived, and Dad’s looking after me. You guys can go, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Sam scoffed. Tucker laughed. “No way,” she punched his arm.

“You’re stuck with us, dude.” Tucker said with a grin, “no exchanges, refunds, or store credit.”

Danny gave a crooked grin back, and the four humans seemed to pull tighter together. Unfortunately, Clockwork couldn’t take the time to enjoy their happiness. There was a loud crash downstairs as they threw the door open, and the Observants shouted in fury.

“Clockwork!”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be back in a moment,” he said, and smiled at Danny before he left. “I’ll bring the soup with me once I return.”

The Observants were waiting for him in the foyer. Clockwork paused on the stairs, looking the trio of them over. Normally they only came in pairs.

“You left the door open,” he said, and gestured to his front door.

“Where have you been?” One snapped.

Clockwork stayed on the stairs and made an effort not to roll his eyes. “On the second floor. These stairs are not just for decoration, you know. They go to another level.” The Observants glared. He continued, “You do know what stairs are, don’t you?”

“This attitude will get you nowhere,” Two said, her voice cold. Clockwork’s lip twitched - she normally only showed up when the Observants decided to pretend they cared about him. It was wholly unpleasant. So Clockwork ignored her.

“There has been a growing anomaly for the past several hours!” Three shouted. “What could be more important than fixing that? No excuses!”

“No excuses!” One repeated.

That... hm. Clockwork flew past them, into a mirror room.

“Answer us when we speak to you,” Two said, and was doubly ignored out of spite.

Using the mirror, it wasn’t difficult to locate the anomaly - it wasn’t a major one, just a simple issue where a natural portal had pulled someone from their time by a week. All they knew about the future were three digits of a lottery draw. Clockwork froze time and got to work - they were back in their own time within a minute. Simple, really. He returned to his tower and set time back in motion to see three Observants still floating there.

Still waiting.

“Yes?” He said.

“Why did that take so long to get to?” Three asked.

Clockwork raised an eyebrow. “I believe you said ‘no excuses’ twice. Are you aiming to get a third in before you leave?”

“If it was really such a quick fix,” Two said, “then you would have done it without prompting. You have proven yourself capable of that, at the very least. So why the delay?”

“And why are you suddenly pretending to care about my reasons?” Clockwork replied.

“Why are you so resistant to tell us them?” Two pressed.

Clockwork held her glare. “I fixed the anomaly. You can leave now.”

The Observants stared at him for a few moments longer before, mercifully, they did just that. Clockwork waited until the door clicked shut before he moved. It was simple enough to prepare a simple broth for Danny. He moved it from the pot to a sturdy, wooden bowl, retrieved a spoon, filled the glass of water back up, and started back to Danny’s room - though, he did pause at the mirror room for a moment to retrieve three medallions.

He entered Danny’s room in the middle of Danny desperately trying to convince his friends and sister that they should be in school.

Danny half sat up in his bed, making stiff gestures as he talked. “You guys can’t miss stuff - Dad, back me up.”

The other three teenagers stared at him. Clockwork’s core twisted, and he set the soup down. He looked back up to Danny’s desperate blue eyes.

“They can stay for a bit longer,” Clockwork said, “but yes, they will have to leave eventually. You still need rest, Danny. That is why I would like to give the three of them these.” He handed Jazz, Sam, and Tucker each their own medallion. “You may put those on, and when you take them off, you will be transported back here.”

Tucker nodded. “Right, right, just like with -” he cut himself off, staring at Danny. “That time with the thing.”

Danny gave an unimpressed look, spoon of soup halfway to his mouth. “You mean with evil future me? Seriously, stop being weird.” He blew some frost onto the soup before he put it in his mouth and automatically pulled a face. “Eugh, now it’s too cold.”

“Would you like me to blow on it for you?” Jazz offered.

“Uh, no? I’m not a baby.”

Clockwork shook his head at the bickering and reached a hand over to cradle the edge of the bowl. Focusing on the contents inside, he aged the soup by a few minutes in under a second. “It should be better now, Danny.”

Danny tried another spoonful before he nodded - which seemed to make him dizzy. Sam, Tucker, and Jazz returned to silently trying to help in small ways. Clockwork returned to trying to keep his distance.

“I have work to do,” he said, “but I won’t be far. Call me if you need anything.”

“Got it, Mr. Danny’s Dad,” Tucker said awkwardly. Danny frowned at him and Sam punched his shoulder.

“We will,” Jazz said.

“See you later, Dad,” Danny said, “thanks for the soup. Love you.”

Clockwork was not an emotionally expressive being. With the Observants, showing any emotion other than mild annoyance had never gone well for him. Typically, he was very skilled at keeping his feelings under a metaphorical mask. But every word, every movement, every ‘Dad’ and ‘love you’ from Danny had already chipped it away. Clockwork was nearly crying when he turned away.

“Of course,” he said.

.-.

At 3:14 am, Vlad was awoken by his cat losing her mind at something outside his window. This was followed by floodlights and the beeping of industrial vehicles.

He barely had the time to put on anything more than a robe and concealer before several crashes and a car alarm were added to the mix.

Vlad made his way to his front gate at 3:32, where much to his unfortunate lack of surprise, Jack Fenton was unloading several incredibly dangerous antighost weapons.

Vlad pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “What in butterscotch’s name is this?”

Jack turned to face him, holding something that would certainly violate the geneva convention if ghosts were given proper rights. “Vladdie! You’re up! I tried to call you for ages!”

“Yes,” Vlad said, and did not unlock the gate. He’d had the man’s number blocked for months, how had Jack not realized that yet? Stupidity could only go so far. “What is this?” He asked again, “If I wanted anti ghost equipment, I would ask for it.”

Thankfully, at that moment Maddie stepped off the truck. Haloed by the floodlights, she looked every bit the angel Vlad knew she was. She set some sort of oversized dreamcatcher down beside a bazooka. “We’ve written up a fake bill of sale,” she said, “we need you to pretend to buy all of our ghost hunting equipment so we can get Danny back.”

Vlad raised an eyebrow. “Maddie, my dear, you know I’m always willing to lend a hand -”

“See!” Jack interrupted, throwing an arm around the woman he did not deserve, “I told you he’d help!”

“-However,” Vlad continued, “given that it is barely passed three thirty in the morning and I received none of the fabled calls Jack placed, I’m going to need ever-so-slightly more than that.”

“A ghost took Danny,” Maddie said, “it won’t give him back unless we get rid of our weapons. Vlad, please.”

Vlad frowned. While he wasn’t surprised - something like this was bound to happen eventually - he was annoyed. Any self-respecting ghost should know that he had repeatedly claimed Daniel. That boy would be his, and he wouldn’t settle for any less. He unlocked his gate and stepped out to join Maddie and (unfortunately) Jack. “Which ghost?”

“It called itself Clockwork,” Jack said.

“...Ah.” Well. Hm. That was... certainly something. “Where was this bill of sale you created?”

Maddie smiled and went to retrieve it, abandoning Vlad with Jack. Fortunately, Vlad was well practiced in ignoring him.

He knew of Clockwork. Most ghosts with more than a trace of self preservation did. They were a being who could see all of time itself and had united the original Ancients who dethroned Pariah. The concept itself would be terrifying enough if Clockwork was a neutral party. Instead, they worked for the Observants - the near-tyrannical council who had declared themselves judge and jury of the Ghost Zone in the absence of a King. Clockwork was their weapon, their pet attack dog and bounty hunter who could quite literally delete anyone their masters disagreed with.

Vlad had attempted to track them down once, when he was young and foolish, and was thankful he hadn’t succeeded. He had plans, and the last thing he needed was the Observants to take notice of them - like it appeared they had taken notice of the Fentons.

They must have something that posed a danger to the poor Council, and sent Clockwork to steal Daniel so they had some sort of leverage. Since now Jack and Maddie were clearly not acting in the spirit of the decree to ‘get rid’ of their ghost hunting weapons, it was likely Clockwork would respond to this by simply destroying Amity Park in its entirety. Yet again, Vlad was stuck dealing with the mess Jack Fenton had made.

Maddie returned before Jack could ramble any further about the specifics of his triangular laser knife, which would certainly hurt a human regardless of what he claimed. She offered Vlad a piece of paper and a pen. He read over the contract twice before he signed it, just to be sure.

“Thank you, Vlad,” Maddie said with a brilliant smile.

Jack slapped Vlad on the back nearly hard enough to knock him over. “Good job, V-man! Maddie, scribble on a witness signature and let’s finish unloading.”

Vlad watched Maddie switch to a different colour pen and forge a signature. He said nothing. Jack grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him to the truck. Vlad pulled his arm away and began to examine the weapons which had already been dumped at his front gates. Some he recognized, some he didn’t. Many were clearly fire hazards that had been haphazardly thrown together. Honestly, it was a miracle it had taken this long for a ghost to take Daniel away from them - malicious intent behind the action or not. Mature ghosts got a bit strange when child ghosts were involved.

Vlad took a moment to examine some of the weapons piled at the base of that horrendous oversized dreamcatcher. It appeared that the bazooka was one of their oversized portal guns, just a different model. It also had a bayonet attached, for some unknown reason.

“Think fast, Vladdie!” Jack shouted, and Vlad made the mistake of raising his head in time to see Jack throw a vacuum at him. Vlad ducked and raised an arm to shield himself - not that it did him much good, when Jack’s terrible aim instead slammed into the dream catcher and flung an avalanche of trash around him.

Thankfully, nothing actually injured him. Vlad scoffed and straightened up. “Do you mind not trying to kill me -”

Jack had a gun pointed at him.

Maddie had a gun pointed at him.

Vlad looked down, and his hands - ghostly and translucent. He looked down at his normal human hands, and the frame of the dream catcher around his feet. He looked at himself, normal and human. He looked at himself, wispy and ectoplasmic.

His two halves rushed back together and fused instantly, before either half of Vlad could consider what he was doing. He - a full hybrid in human form - took in a deep, ragged breath, and placed a hand to his chest. His core churned within it. He looked up.

Maddie and Jack still had their weapons raised.

This was not ideal on any level. He’d have to salvage it as best as he could. He tried to form a duplicate and cast them out, a story about possession on the tip of his tongue when -

“You’re like Danny,” Maddie said.

Vlad stopped. He stared at her. How do you know that?

“The portal -” Jack started the blabber, his gun still raised. “The portal! You and Danny were both hurt by portals! Vlad, I’m sorry - I’m so sorry. If I had known - Vladdie, I’m sorry.”

“I would appreciate that more if you lowered your weapons,” Vlad said. He wasn’t sure what else was appropriate to say. “How do you know about Daniel? Did he tell you?” That didn’t make an ounce of sense.

“We can fix this,” Maddie said. She still had her gun raised as well. “Vlad, we got so close with Danny. We can remove the ectoplasmic mutation, and you can have a normal life!”

Vlad could only stare. “What.”

“We couldn’t save Danny,” Jack continued, “That ghost got to him - Vlad, please, let us save you.”

It clicked, then, in a way it should have before. “Oh.” He knew why the Observants had sent Clockwork to intervene. He understood.

“Vlad?” Maddie said, “Please -”

“Get out.”

They didn’t move, and at not-quite-four-in-the-morning, Vlad decided he didn’t care what they saw. He screamed at them, the blacklight rushing over him until Plasmius stood in the middle of everything that had killed the only other being truly like him.

“GET OUT!”

He teleported, then, back to his home, to his cat, and slammed on the button that would trigger every sort of human or ghost shield he possessed. They sprung up around the edges of his fence, barely pushing Maddie and Jack away an inch. He could still see them now, from his window, as they stood there, likely in the same clothes they had worn to kill their son. The window frame Vlad gripped burned under his palms, pink flames jumping from the wood to his curtains.

He couldn’t bring himself to care.

Everything he had worked for - everything - meant nothing if he was alone again. If the woman he had worked so hard for had killed the only other person who could possibly understand him.

And she didn’t even care.

***

Actual prompt: Clockwork gets sick of how Jack and Maddie treat Danny and spirits him away. Jack and Maddie have to prove to Clockwork that they’ll do better by completing his challenges. Whether or not they succeed is up to you. (Bonus: Clockwork does something to Danny so he no longer recognizes Jack and Maddie when he sees them in order to make sure Jack and Maddie have to follow through.)

I saw this prompt get resubmitted, looked at how many people wanted a continuation of this, and went like ‘I think legally I have to write this.’

#Danny Phantom #Phic Phight #Phic Phight 21 #Team Human #Currently talking #things i write #Using ALL the tags this year lmao #god imagine if the rules of invisobang had let me write this fic. how wild would that be.#good parents

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Ghost Farm

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The GIW need ghost samples to conduct experiments. Why capture ghosts when you can make your own? prompt by @mystyrust

word count: 2609

warning: offscreen character death

gosh this prompt

Danny yawned as he walked into the school. He walked up to Sam and Tucker and was just about to greet them when heard Paulina sobbing into Dash’s chest by her locker.

“Woah.” He said. “What’s happening?”

“Star’s still missing.” Sam whispered.

“It’s been a week since her parents filed that report and no one’s seen any sign of her since then.” Tucker looked at his PDA. “No one has anything new to report online. I think it's starting to really wear on Paulina.”

“Maybe when we patrol later we should check up on some other places rather than just the ghost hot spots.” Danny said, looking back at Paulina. “Maybe we’ll be able to find something while we’re out.”

“Maybe.” Sam said. The first bell rang and they started heading to class. “But if we’re being realistic, a week is a long time with this kind of thing. She could be long gone out of Amity Park by now. Or, you know.” She whispered that last part.

“It wouldn’t hurt to try looking around though.”

The three of them walked into Lancer’s class. The empty desk next to Paulina felt like it took up the entire room and many of their classmates were trying not to look at it. The final bell rang and Mr. Lancer turned from where he was writing on the board.

“Alright, class.” He said somberly. “Let’s get started.”

QQQQQ

“We’re having no luck down here, Danny. What about you?” Tucker called through the Fenton phones.

Danny flew past the arcade and an ice cream shop and stopped, floating in front of an alley. “Nothing here. I think we can call it for-”

Danny’s head whipped towards the sound of trash cans crashing around. He floated into the alley slowly, looking around. When he came out the other end there was no one there.

“Are you okay, Danny?”

He turned back around. “Yeah, I think some cat was getting into one of the garbage cans over here or something.” He flew back out of the alley.

“Okay, well then-”

Danny stopped listening to her when he saw something laying on the ground. He touched down on the concrete and bent over to pick up a pink clip.

“Hey Sam.” Danny asked. “Dash and Kwan were talking about taking Paulina for ice cream, right?”

“Yeah?” She said, confused. “Why?”

“I found Paulina’s hair clip on the ground.”

A heavy silence settled between the three of them.

“She probably left with them, right?” Danny asked. “They wouldn’t have left her alone here?”

“There’s no way they’d just leave her there. Not with Star missing.” Tucker said.

Silence hovered over them again for a few seconds before Danny spoke. “You guys go home. I’m gonna fly up and down the streets over here again.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.” Danny took off, flying above the buildings and scanning the ground below him. “Be careful getting home and let me know when you get there.”

They both gave him affirmatives and he looked up and down each street. In fifteen minutes he got notice that Sam was home and ten minutes after that so was Tucker.

He let out a deep breath, a bit more relaxed now that he knew Sam and Tucker were safely at home. He had a bad feeling, but he hadn’t seen anything suspicious along the streets or in the alley, so maybe Paulina did leave with Kwan and Dash and she just dropped her hair clip.

He turned around to start heading back home. He dropped down in between his house and the neighbor’s and transformed. Before heading inside, he let Sam and Tucker know he was home and he turned off the Fenton Phones and put them in his pocket.

Danny opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He greeted his parents who sat waiting on the couch, his mom reading the paper and his dad cross stitching something. He yawned and started heading upstairs to get ready for bed.

After brushing his teeth and changing in the bathroom, Danny crossed the hall into his room, closing the door and turning off the light. He flopped down onto his bed and pulled the covers over himself.

He hoped Paulina was doing better tomorrow.

QQQQQ

Paulina was missing.

She had never come home last night and her parents called all her friends, asking if they knew where she was. No one had seen her since yesterday, and her parents filed a missing person report. It spread like wildfire through the school.

Dash and Kwan in particular looked horrified and close to hysterics throughout the day. They didn’t talk to anyone, didn’t even really look in anyone’s direction when their names were called.

It took until lunch, but soon word spread that one of the underclassmen was missing too. One of the band kids. No one had seen him since last night either and he just happened to live in the area that the ice cream shop was in.

It didn’t stop there either. Day after day, more and more kids were disappearing. Mikey, Dale, Sarah, more underclassmen. It was getting to the point where they cancelled school until someone had some answers.

That didn’t stop Sam from going out and searching for any clue she could find though. The first time Danny had seen her when he was patrolling on his own, he scooped her right up and took her home, scolding her.

When his mom got a panicked phone call from Sam’s hysteric mom, his heart dropped into his stomach. His hands went numb and he stared at his mom until she got off the phone and walked over to where he sat on the couch.

She pulled him into her arms tightly and whispered into his hair.

“Sam’s missing.”

QQQQQ

“Come on, Danny!” Tucker yelled through the computer. “You can’t just walk around waiting to be kidnapped! If you get kidnapped how are we gonna fix this?”

“What we’ve been doing hasn’t been working, Tucker!” Danny yelled back. “I can only cover so much ground when I don’t know what I’m looking for and you can’t be out there. I can barely do any patrols as it is, my parents are always coming up to my room to check on me. I don’t see any other way to do this.”

“What if you don’t come back either?”

Danny paused. “I have to come back. If I don’t come back then neither does Sam.”

Tucker sighed. “Just. Be careful.”

“I’ll try to be as careful as I can while being kidnapped.”

Tucker made a face at him just before Danny logged off. Transforming, Danny jumped into the air and flew out the window. He flew around town a bit before dropping off into the alleyway he found Paulina’s hair clip in. The areas that the kids were last seen in seemed to be all over town, but he couldn’t shake the sound that the garbage cans had made that day out of his head.

Pressing his back against the wall, Danny transformed and strolled out, walking down the street. There weren’t many people out most days now. Most of them were too afraid of going outside and getting snatched up like all the teenagers.

He’d been walking for fifteen minutes before he heard the crunch of gravel underneath tires behind him. He didn’t turn around and kept walking forward. Footsteps rapidly approached him and suddenly a bag was over his head.

“Hey!” He shouted.

“Are you sure we should take this one? What about his parents?”

Someone else scoffed. “They’re too dumb to do anything about it. They won’t even know where to find him. Just help me get him in the car.”

They picked Danny up and hauled him back towards the car. He heard the trunk open and they tied his wrists together before shutting the trunk heavily above him. Soon the vehicle was moving and driving away.

Well, he accomplished what he sent out to do. It wasn’t very comfortable though.

They must’ve been driving for at least an hour because by the time they stopped, both of Danny’s legs were asleep. The trunk popped open and he could feel the cold air rushing in. They pulled him out and placed him on the ground, yanking him back up after he almost collapsed from the pins and needles feeling in his legs.

They walked him to an entrance where he could hear key cards being scanned at multiple points. They led him through squeaky hallways until they stopped and were suddenly lifting him up onto a bed? No, a stretcher. They strapped him down and once he was tightly bound they ripped the bag off of his head.

Danny scrunched his eyes up at the white light bouncing off the bright white walls. Looking around, he saw two faces staring down at him. Agent K and Agent O.

“The GIW?” Danny said. “What the fuck? Why are you kidnapping humans?”

They ignored him and started pushing him down a very long hallway.

Rolling down the long hallway, Danny can hear the moans and groans, most of them coming from ghosts. He looks around and sees room upon room, windows letting him see the people inside each of them.

His heart drops when he sees Star. She’s floating inside her room, a small husk of a ghost. When she sees him, her eyes immediately light up with rage and sparks fly off of her as she bounces all over the room.

In the next room is Paulina. It doesn’t look like she’s a ghost, but it looks like she’s sick with ghost powers again. She’s pressed tightly against the wall she shares with Star. She hiccups and a ghost sense floats out of her mouth.

As they push him by, he sees everyone. Mikey, Dale, Sarah. All of the underclassmen that went missing. Even Dash was there. Each one various levels of dead, alive, and sick.

They reach the end of the hallway and his pulse is spiking, his heart hammering in his chest. He hasn’t seen Sam anywhere.

He clears his throat. “So, uh, wanna share what you guys are doing here?”

“Ghost studies.” Agent K clips out.

“Right. Why are you kidnapping humans then?”

“It’s easier to make ghosts than to catch them.”

“What-” Danny stops and his eyes widen. They can’t be serious. Making ghosts? His thoughts go back to Star, bouncing around her room like a comet and his blood runs cold.

They roll through a set of double doors and when they open they’re in an operating room. His thoughts are buzzing and he can hear the click and ping of metal objects being placed on the counter. They’re just about to roll a utensil cart over to his stretcher when he hears a scream that fills his veins with fire.

Without even thinking about it, Danny rips his wrists out of the restraints and punches Agent O in the face. He falls into the cart and all of the tools clatter to the ground. Danny shoots an ectoblast at each belt binding his ankles to the stretcher and hops off the bed, facing Agent K, glaring at him, hands filled with ectoplasm.

“You’re a ghost!” Agent K exclaims before Danny kicks him in the stomach.

“And you’re scum.” Danny snarls. He shoots an ectoblast into the side of Agent K’s head, knocking him unconscious.

Transforming, Danny jumps up into the air and starts flying from room to room, looking for Sam. He finally finds her in another room in a different hallway, another agent sticking a needle full of ectoplasm into her arm. She screams again.

As the agent is reaching for something else from a tray, Danny picks up the tray, sending its contents flying, and smashes it into his face. The agent tumbles to the ground and Danny grabs his keycard. Picking Sam up, Danny phases them out of the room, locking the agent inside.

“Sam! Sam, are you okay?” Danny asks shakily.

She shakes her head. “We can’t worry about me right now. We have to get your parents and the cops.”

“But-”

Sam shakes her head again. “Some of these kids won’t make it long enough for you to patch me up. They’ve been sick for too long.”

He looks at her for a few seconds before nodding. He shoots up into the air, holding Sam close to his chest as he flew as fast as he could back home.

He flew straight into the living room, halting abruptly when he saw his parents standing there. They stared with wide eyes at Sam in his arms and started reaching for their guns.

“Wait!” He shook his head. “We need your help! I found out where all the kids are!”

Maddie’s gun clattered to the ground. “Where are they? Was Danny with them?”

“Danny’s fine, he’s not there.” He said hurriedly. “They’re in a GIW compound outside of town. We need to hurry.”

“Let me just-” Maddie started reaching for Sam.

“No! We can’t waste any time.” His grip tightened on Sam. “She said she’ll be fine for now but there are kids who won’t make it much longer. They need our help more right now.”

“Okay. Okay, Jack. Get the keys for the van and a couple of bazookas. You take Sam to the van and direct us to the compound. I’m going to get in touch with the police.”

They all piled into the van and Danny directed them toward the compound. Danny kept a close eye on Sam and Maddie stayed on the phone until they reached the compound, giving the police the address. The van slammed through the brick wall surrounding the compound and straight into the front wall of the building.

They all jumped out, Danny still carrying Sam, and he keycarded them through all the locked doors until they got to the wing full of students. Maddie covered her mouth as she looked at them.

Soon the police got there and they began to cart out the agents that remained in the building. Paramedics came in to take care of the kids who were still alive while Jack and Maddie worked on calming Star and the other ghosts down.

Danny let go of Sam’s hand slowly as the paramedics loaded her into the ambulance. He turned around and flew back into the building where he found his parents trying to comfort a distraught Star.

He floated up to her and held a hand out. She looked at it and her eyes darted up to his face, recognition flashing through them. Tears welled up in her eyes and she stood, wrapping her arms around him as she sobbed.

He loosely wrapped his arms back around her and waited with her until she was ready to go.

QQQQQ

Danny, Sam, and Tucker sat closely together on top of Danny’s bed. They had just gotten back from the memorial held for all the kids that died inside the compound. Danny and Tucker each held one of Sam’s hands, gripping them tightly.

Sam took a deep breath and let it out shakily, her fingers twitching and going through Danny’s hand before settling back in place.

Danny hoped to whatever deity there might be that this would never happen again. No matter what anyone thought of the ghosts in Amity Park, they had never stooped low enough to kill someone. They weren’t collecting humans for a ghost farm.

He glanced up at the window, looking at the night sky. A ghost flew through the night, sparking brightly like a comet.

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Lightning Scars and Listening Ears

Phic phight prompt by @datawyrms : Danny Phantom's jumpsuit is hiding a secret he'd rather not reveal to anyone. (feel free to be metaphorical if you want.) l

Team Human: @currentlylurking

Most citizens of Amity Park often forgot that Phantom wasn’t human. Sure he would fly through the skies, turn invisible, and shoot ectoplasm at the ghosts who would attack the city on a daily basis, but the way he acted when not saving the city always seemed so alive. That’s where the problem lied though. The ghost kid wasn’t alive, a fact that Amity Park never actually thought much about.

Phantom was playing around with some kids in the park when it all happened. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to see the boy play with the younger citizens of the city, under their parents supervision most of the time. Seeing him give them piggyback rides and playing tag was actually a common sight when there were no ghosts to fight. Phantom had six different kids hanging off of his arms and legs, apparently trying to tackle him and get him to fall down. The group of parents laughed at the sight as the teenage hero fell to the ground admitting his defeat in a dramatic flourish. “Ahh you got me! Foul villains, you will regret this!” He laughed as he lunged at the closest kid and launched a tickle attack. Childish squeels rang out as the uncaptured children ran trying to avoid being tickled. The little girl in his arms was finally released from her attacker when she turned on Phantom and started to tickle him back. His laughter attracted the other kids who scattered and they joined the counter attack.

“I yield I yield!” He flailed his arms as a dozen little hands tickled any spot they could reach. The kids slowly let up their assault leaving the teen gasping for breath.

One of the children, the girl who started the attack on Phantom, pulled on his arm. “Mr. Phantom? What’s that did you get a owie?” She asked pointing to his neck where part of his jumpsuit wrinkled down revealing a few red raised streaks maring his skin.

Phantom froze eyes jumping over to the adults just a few feet over who had stopped their conversation to try to see what the young girl was asking about. He quickly pulled the collar of his suit back into place. He gave the girl and the other kids surrounding him a pained smile. “Yeah I did get an owie. Don’t worry though I’m fine, doesn’t even hurt anymore.” Suddenly blue frost escaped his lips, the adults sitting nearby never saw him more relieved to have a ghost show up than in that moment. He gave quick goodbyes to the kids before shooting off to find the day's threat to the city.

All the adults gathered waved over their respective kids. While they trusted Phantom to get rid of the threat it was always smart to stay inside during a ghost attack. A loud boom sounded in the direction where Phantom flew off, shaking the ground. They all gave each other uncertain looks. “My house is closest we can take shelter there.” One of the men said leading everyone away.

After a block of running the group was almost to shelter when the ghost fight moved over their heads. The adults grabbed onto the children doing their best to shield them from the flying debris. They held the kids against their chests as they watched the sky in horror. They didn’t recognize the attacking ghost, but it was certainly doing a number on Phantom. The rest of the battle lasted at most a minute when Phantom managed to suck up the ghost into his thermos before he seemed to wobble in the sky and falling to the ground creating a small crater where he landed.

The man who was leading the group passed off the kid he was holding to the man next to him. “David what are you-?”

“Brian just hold her.” He ran over to the fallen teen and picked him up in a fireman's carry and rushed the rest of the way to his house.

Once he arrived he kicked open the door and placed the teen onto the couch in his living room. He looked down trying to assess the situation. Phantom’s jumpsuit was torn in numerous places exposing spots of his arms, neck, and chest that had splatterings of green ectoplasm across the exposed flesh. He started taking the rest of the jumpsuit off of the teen wanting to make sure there were no hidden injuries underneath. Behind him he could hear his husband and the other parents come through the door. “Get me a wet rag and some warm water!” He yelled behind him.

Once he was handed the items he started working on cleaning up the cuts and wiping off the ectoplasm. He silently thanked any higher being out there that he took a first aid class a few years back. The wounds actually seemed less severe than what David initially thought, that or the kid had some seriously advanced healing. One of the parents led the kids upstairs while the rest of them crowded around David and Phantom.

Once Phantom was as patched up as he could be David finally sat back and actually took a full look at the boy. His breath caught in his throat as he examined the body infront of him. In the end all he could get out was.“Oh my god. He’s- he’s dead.”

“What the hell do you mean? Of course he’s not, I can clearly see him breathing right now.” One of the parents protested.

David shook his head. “No.” He went to run his hands down his face before spotting the blood- no the ectoplasm covering them and settled for grabbing onto his husband for support. “No, I mean he’s a ghost.”

“Well yeah he’s a ghost it’s not like that’s news now is it?” Brian said running his hand up and down his husband's back.

“You guys don’t get it.” David pulled back. “Think! Look!” He ran his hand through his hair, staining it green. “Look at him.” He pointed at the teen’s unconscious body. There were lightning shaped scars running all over the boy’s body, from the base of his neck trailing all the way down to his ankles. Those weren’t the only scars marring his body though, small scars were scattered all over his body, there was a rather large one on his abdomen in the same spot where he was hit the other week fighting off a ghost who was attacking the high school. The gathered adults looked back at Phantom’s face. As he slept he almost looked like a normal teenager, there were small bags under his eyes, his closed eyes hid the toxic green color, and the glow surrounding him was almost nonexistent.

Three things seemed to dawn on the parents all at once.

1: Phantom at some point had died

2: He died young, at most he was just out of middle school when it happened.

3: From the looks of it he didn’t die in his sleep but painfully. They all silently hoped that at least it wasn’t drawn out.

As they all looked at each other they couldn’t help but think of their own children who were just upstairs. Did Phantom have a family? Did his parents miss their little boy? Do they know that Phantom was their son? Even worse, the boy had a jumpsuit on when he died, was his parents the cause of his premature death?

Of course if Phantom was conscious, didn’t have to worry about the whole identity thing, and could read their minds the boy would quickly put their minds to rest responding; yes, no he sees them daily, god no, and sorta it really was more of a case of teenage stupidity than his parents fault though.

Two of those issues though were quickly resolved as two white rings shocked the group out of their grief for a boy they hardly knew. The rings traveled across the boy’s body replacing bare skin with street clothes and white hair with black. Everyone looked at Phantom(?) confused, the boy in front of them was very unghost-like and the scratch on his face that was previously bleeding green now had a red where the scab was forming.

“What the fu- wait isn’t that the Fenton kid, Danny I think?” David asked looking back at the other parents who were in the same amount of shock that he was. Actually he was positive it was him, his older sister Jazz used to babysit their daughter and he would sometimes come along. If someone was going to respond they were cut off as the boy in front of them started to stir and open his eyes. He sat up almost falling off the couch in his panic, thankfully David was quick enough to catch him. “Woah there Danny, be careful you took a pretty bad beating out there. Hell I’m surprised you’re already awake to be honest kid.”

Danny gave him a thankful smile as he steadied himself. He froze once he caught a glimpse of his hair, his eyes shot down to his clothes. He looked back up and noticed the group of adults in front of him. “Now before you jump to any conclusions there’s a very reasonable explanation for this, or there will be just give me a few minutes.” “Wait so does this mean you’re not dead?” Brian asked.

“Brian you can’t just ask that! What if it’s a sensitive subject?” David scolded his husband then looked over at Danny. “Sorry about him.”

Danny looked over to the men who for some reason had hope in their eyes. “What? It’s fine. I mean I guess no- well yes- no- sorta- it’s complicated.”

As Danny looked at the numerous questioning eyes he sighed. It’s not like he could convince them that it was a trick of the light or something. And he did owe them since they patched him up better than he would have been able to at home in his bedroom. But before he could start he turned to David. “I’ll tell you guys everything but first um… is that my ectoplasm in your hair and on your hands? Because if so you probably should wash that off, prolonged exposure isn’t harmful per say but you could start to glow or something if you don’t wash it off soon.”

David looked down to his hands, apparently just now remembering he was still covered in the boy’s ectoplasm and rushed to the bathroom to wash it off. He’d worry about why the sight of his own blood- ectoplasm didn’t phase Danny at all later.

Once David returned, now free of ectoplasm, Danny sat down and started from the beginning. At one point in the story he must have started to cry because he was handed a tissue box, which he accepted with a thanks. By the end he wasn’t the only one with tears in his eyes, one of the adults had to go into the kitchen to compose themselves. Danny didn’t really understand why though, sure he sort of half died, but he didn’t see why it would affect any of them. “Hey! It’s fine, I’m fine it’s not a big deal! I mean it’s not like it only happened to me. Vlad went through it too like 20 years ago.” Danny seized up after he said that. “Don’t tell him you know about him though! Me not telling anyone about him is the only reason he’s not trying to fully kill me when we fight. That and he has a weird obsession with my mom and me.”

David paused at that. “So you’re telling us that not only did you go through a highly traumatic situation at a young age, but the only adult that even knows about it has tried to kill you multiple times?”

“I mean I guess but Jazz, my sister, knows about it too and she’s older than me and my friends.”

“Danny she’s also still a kid, an older one sure, but she is not an adult. Even if you didn’t go to your parents, was there no one else you could have talked to about it with? A therapist maybe?” David asked.

Danny laughed. “Ah no, Jazz tried having me go to the school therapist but she turned out to be a ghost who wanted to try to cause as much pain as possible. She even almost killed Jazz in front of the whole school.”

“Dear god.” David sighed. “All right, we will all keep your secret on one condition.” Danny cringed and looked down at his lap, of course there was a catch. He just hoped it wasn’t anything too bad like letting them run a bunch of experiments on him whenever they wanted to. His ghost injuries were bad enough to hide from others, he didn’t need to have to explain away needle marks or something. “You’ll see Brian once a week for therapy sessions. He’s a licensed psychiatrist.”

“Wait what?” Danny looked up confused.

“Oh don’t worry I won’t charge you of course since we are forcing you to do this, and obviously you can choose the day of the week. I usually don't work fridays or the weekends but if those are the only days that work I’m sure we can rearrange some of our family time to make room for you.” Brian smiled. “Now it’s getting pretty late isn’t it? I’m sure it’s about time everyone here starts to head home now hmm? Of course if you aren’t feeling well enough Danny I can call your parent’s up and just let them know you’ll be staying here. I’ll just tell them you were injured in a ghost fight, not exactly lying now is it?”

“Um no I’m fine enough to walk home thank you though.” Danny said. Everyone started saying their goodbyes and calling the children down to get them ready to leave. Danny was the last one left, he was almost out the door when he was stopped by David handing him a piece of paper.

“Here are our numbers, I also wrote down where Brian’s office is, you can set up your appointment over text. As well as our address, you can stop by or call us for any reason Danny and I mean it okay, any.”

Danny looked down at the paper and pocketed it with a nod. As he left he felt almost lighter for some reason. Maybe having adults who knew and didn’t want to kill him but actually wanted to help him wasn’t so bad after all.

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mr-lancers-english-class · 3 years

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Forest Ghost

Phic Phight 2021 let’s go!!!

Prompt from KC: Summer Camps is not complete without a courage test of walking to the haunted woods at midnight. Amity Park campers are weirdly prepared for this. Other campers are not sure how to deal with that.

AO3

Mikey didn’t really consider himself a daredevil. Quite the opposite, in fact. If you asked his classmates, or his parents, or his teachers, or heck, even his boss, they’d all say, without a moment's hesitation, that he was a coward. Maybe not as much of a coward as Fenton, but that was more a lack of convenient getaways than actual courage. If Mikey had Fenton’s seemingly supernatural ability to always just up and leave before the ghost-of-the-week appeared, he would. As it was, he was only able to run away maybe half the time. The other half of the time, he hid as best he could and hoped for the best.

Say what you want about bravery and cowardice, it had been a sound strategy so far. He wasn’t dead yet, which was more than could be said for the ghosts he avoided. Mikey knew he was a coward, and he didn’t care.

“Mikey, what the unmitigated fuck?” The stage-whisper carried between the trees, twisting and curling like mist. Mikey shuffled himself around to face his co-counselor, balancing precariously on the log that had fallen across the small brook three summers ago.

“What?” His voice rang out into the night. Aaron jumped at the sudden noise, and began frantically shushing him, voice still barely into the audible range.

“Shh! Dear god, what the fuck, don’t you know this place is haunted?” Aaron had moved to stand at the base of the improvised bridge, and Mikey could tell they were debating whether or not to join him on it.

“Really? Doesn’t feel like it,” Mikey said, just as loud as before but now more thoughtful, more considering. “There’s not enough…” He paused, and gestured vaguely in a windmill motion. “...You know?”

“I really don’t. And I swear, there’s a ghost out here. Caty saw it!” Aaron hadn’t moved onto or away from the log, and was instead wringing their hands and pacing. “At least, she said she did. And Caty doesn’t scare easy-”

“Caty? Caty wouldn’t know a ghost if it came up and threw a cardboard box at her.”

“What?”

“Believe me, if there’s a ghost out here, it’ll be too weak to do anything besides stand there and glow funny.” Mikey turned back around, and began to continue his way across to the other side of the bridge. “Would be interesting to talk to, this far from any portals. Probably couldn’t though, this far from any portals. Not enough ectoplasm to keep anything stable for a conversation.”

“Mikey, you are saying a lot of things that make very little sense right now,” Aaron whispered, still on the opposite bank. “Can we please just go? I’d really rather not meet any angry spirits tonight. I’m on Morning Duty tomorrow, and you know how bad the kids are at seven in the morning.”

“Just five more minutes? I want to check if there’s any residual ectoplasm, or anything else fun. Besides, you were the one who wanted to go ghost-”

Mikey cut himself off as the world in front of him began to shimmer and twist, sparks flitting through the air as a vaguely humanoid shape began to coalesce in the empty space ahead of him. He could taste the burnt coppery tang of old ectoplasm in the back of his throat, feel the faint tingling of static electricity, smell the distant ozone of a long-dead portal.

“Holy shit fuck what the hell!” Aaron had given up on the pretense of a whisper, and instead let their shouts carry through the dark woods. The ghost had stopped forming, just a faint silhouette of energy with barely-discernible arms reaching out to Mikey. “Mikey what the fuck is that?!?!”

“Looks like an imprint. Old one, if I had to guess. I’ve never actually seen one, they don’t really form near open portals; there’s always enough energy for a full ghost. Hi! I’m Mikey. Can you hear me?” Mikey held out his hand, as if to grasp the ghost’s own hand and give it a firm shake. The ghost didn’t react. “Hmm, shame. I don’t think it knows I’m here. I wonder what called it to manifest. Hey Aaron-” Mikey turned back to look across the brook and found himself alone. He hadn’t even heard Aaron leave. “Huh. I mean, you’re just an imprint,” he muttered, turning back to the glowing form. “Not like you could hurt me-”

The ghost was holding his still-outstretched hand and tilting it’s head.

“Oh. Okay. So you can see me. Cool.” He shook his hand up and down, and the ghost’s hand followed the motion half a second behind. Mikey let go and pulled his pack around to dig through for a notepad.

“Can you talk? Or, I don’t know, do you know ASL? Or can you hold a marker? I brought a whiteboard,” Mikey grunted, pulling the whiteboard and two dry-erase markers out of his pack. “I’d love to ask some questions, talk a little bit- Huh.” He looked up to where the ghost had been to find himself completely alone. “Dang. That’s, well, huh.” He shoved the writing tools back into his bag and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hey ghost! If you can hear me, I’ll come back tomorrow night! Stay safe! Bye!”

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bubblegumbeech · 3 years

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Stumbling in your Sleep

Phic Phight prompt fill for @the-only-wife

It was the ticking sound that woke him.

Danny yawned, blinking sleep out of his eyes and stretching out his sore muscles. Looking around only served to confuse him though. He wasn’t in his room anymore, and he wasn’t downstairs either (which sometimes happened with his body’s penchant to fall through not only his bed, but the floor). He was in a large, heavily shadowed room that was on the edge of familiar, and it was taking him a moment to place it in his sleep fogged mind.

“It’s not healthy to fixate on what could have been,” came a deep, familiar voice from behind him.

Startled, Danny spun around to see Clockwork floating a few feet away. He was in his eldest form, long knitted beard and all, and was gazing past Danny towards something further in the room.

Following that gaze, Danny saw what exactly Clockwork had been talking about and flinched, flying quickly away from it and over towards the Ancient.

It was a Thermos, horridly familiar and just- sitting there on a pillow as if for display.

“How did I get here?” Danny asked, putting Clockwork between himself and that thing .

Clockwork hummed, stroking his beard a moment before slowly answering, “I suppose, the likely answer is that you were having a nightmare.” He lowered a hand to Danny’s shoulder and led him out of the room and back into a more familiar part of the clock tower. “Let’s get you some tea before I send you home, it might calm your nerves.”

Danny followed, eager for distance, before asking, “the likely answer? Does that mean you don’t know?”

“Despite what you and certain others seem to think, I am neither omniscient nor a mind reader, I cannot see into your dreams,” Clockwork said and Danny chuckled softly. “Besides, Nocturn would likely be unappreciative if I was interfering in his domain.”

“You know Nocturn?” Danny asked stopping and tugging lightly on Clockwork’s cloak so that he’d stop as well.

He did, lifting one of his eyebrows and answering with a dry tone, “of course I do, I know everyone.”

Because of course he did. It wasn’t like he didn’t just tell Danny that he wasn’t omniscient, that was clearly a different skill set to someone as determined to be mysterious as Clockwork. Danny found himself wondering if the intrigue surrounding the older ghost was not mostly of his own creation, an attempt at seeming aloof and beyond comprehension while simultaneously laughing behind everyone else’s backs.

A wash of amusement filtered through the ambient ectoplasm of Clockwork’s lair and Danny scowled up at him, “I thought you weren’t a mind reader?”

Clockwork tried to hide his smile, unsuccessfully, and nodded, “I do not need to be, to hear the accusations you make towards me,” he guided Danny to the main room of the tower where the screens were kept along with the relatively recent addition of a couch and coffee table. There was warm tea, purple and slightly glowing, already waiting for them.

“So I’m right then? You are just messing with us all the time?” Danny grabbed his own cup, dubious, Clockwork wouldn’t poison him right? He would know whether a half ghost could drink something if anyone did.

If Danny was expecting an answer, he’d be dissapointed, but when a ghost spent enough time with the mysterious Ancient it became increasingly clear that straight answers were not something they would get in large supply. So instead he rolled his eyes and took a sip of his tea, Clockwork could be as obnoxious as he wanted after saving Danny’s family like he did.

The least Danny could do in return, was accept his eccentricities.

“Do you remember your dream?” Clockwork asked and Danny shook his head. There were bits and pieces, sure. Certain emotions and feelings that flashed to the surface when he closed his eyes or tried to think about it. He’d never been good at trying to recall something once he was awake, and despite Jazz once offering to buy him a dream journal to ‘help him decode his inner turmoils’ he’d never felt the need to try and change that.

He sighed into his tea, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. I know you’re busy.” There was no way he was going to get a decent amount of sleep now, especially since he’d have to fly all the way home first and he didn’t even know how late it already was.

Clockwork’s lips twitched slightly upwards, “Daniel you’ve never once cared before how busy I am when you’ve come to visit,” Danny flinched, well he wasn’t wrong , “and besides, I quite enjoy your company. It’s no trouble at all.”

“Ah,” Danny didn’t know how to react to that, he was pretty sure he was nothing but trouble, especially with a certain future of his locked up in that other part of the clock tower they’d been in, “thanks?”

His host sighed, taking the time to sip his own eerily glowing tea. The silence stretched, but not uncomfortably and Danny found himself starting to drift towards sleep again, the struggle to try and keep his eyes pried open quickly becoming a losing one.

That was probably his cue to leave, as nice as it was to just sit here and not worry about things like classes and ghost attacks, he was probably already pushing it close to the first bell at school. He stood up and Clockwork’s eyes followed, “I have to head out, thanks for the tea Clockwork. I’ll try to be more considerate the next time I drop by.”

There was a small pinch between Clockwork’s brows, something he wasn’t saying or that Danny wasn’t hearing. “I’d rather you didn’t,” he assured and Danny let out a chuckle. He’d probably respond with something equally sarcastic, if not quite as dry, if he wasn’t so tired.

Clockwork seemed to be of the same mind, “Daniel, when was the last time you slept through the night?” He asked it as a question, as if he didn’t already know. Then again, maybe Danny was giving himself too much credit, it was entirely possible Clockwork didn’t waste his incredible power watching to see if Danny bothered to sleep at night.

“Yesterday,” Danny lied, a yawn built behind his jaw as if to discredit him but Danny held it back stubbornly. It didn’t seem to work though, as Clockwork’s lips tightened. He looked over at his screens, eyes flicking quickly over each one while his fingers tapped a steady rhythm against his staff. That, combined with the gentle ticking of clocks and general comforting atmosphere of the other ghost’s lair was making it more and more difficult for Danny to keep his eyes open.

He flinched awake fully as a hand shook his shoulder, shit, did he fall asleep standing up?

“Daniel,” Clockwork’s hand was still on his shoulder, practically holding him up at this point, “you can always sleep here.”

Danny shook his head, “I don’t have time-”

“Daniel,” Clockwork interrupted, his expression flat.

Oh right.

“I don’t want to…” he tried, “It’s just, you already help me all the time, you’ve fixed so many of my stupid mistakes and-” and Danny was tired of being a burden. He was tired in general, but ancients was he tired of that specifically.

He was tired of seeing his friends lose sleep to help him as back up, he was tired of constantly having to go behind his parents backs and lie to their faces he was tired of watching as Jazz’s once perfect grades started slipping just enough because of all the time she spent helping Danny with his and he was especially tired of knowing that he wasn’t worth the effort in the first place.

Not if he could turn into that .

But Clockwork didn’t let go of his shoulder, in fact, he pulled him closer into a hug, a real, full hug like the ones he used to get from his parents before they started wearing their weapons and he was scared to get near them. “I’d rather you slept here than wandered around the realms half asleep. Who knows where you’d end up,” he said, speaking gently into Danny’s hair.

“You would,” Danny said before losing the battle against another yawn and relaxing fully into Clockwork’s arms. “You know everything. Can I really sleep here?”

“Of course,” Clockwork released him, leaving one hand on Danny’s back to guide him to a staircase he hadn’t ever noticed before. Just how big was this clock tower anyways?

The room Clockwork took him to was a little bigger than the one he had at home and nothing like what Danny had expected. Most of the tower was colored with dark purples and muted greens, with the occasional brush of silver or brass from the multitude of gears and cogs that littered the floors and walls. This room however, was full of dark blues and greys, a swirling galaxy floating above a single full sized bed that Danny easily sunk into when Clockwork led him to it.

He blinked up at the stars, they were perfectly accurate to the night sky above Amity Park if it didn’t have the light pollution and had to stop himself from counting every constellation rendered there in perfect detail or he’d fall asleep just like that without even bothering to thank Clockwork for offering to stop time for him.

“You made me a room.” It should have been obvious, of course, but Danny hadn’t fully processed what the room and it’s decorations meant until he’d said it out loud and Clockwork didn’t even try to deny it.

Clockwork fazed the blankets through Danny in order to pull them over him properly, tucking him in. Danny was almost tempted to ask for a bedtime story, just to see how he’d react. “Yes, I made you a room.”

Danny frowned, he didn’t understand, “why?”

“I suppose it’s a bit of an excuse to have you visit more often,” Clockwork said, ruffling his hair before sitting at the foot of the bed, “and an offer for you to get some proper sleep before you sleepwalk into someone else’s lair and I have to fight for custody.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Danny mumbled into the pillow, his eyes drifting shut.

The last thing he heard before he drifted off was a soft chuckle and a gentle reassurance that he needn’t worry about anything like that just yet. Maybe, if someone like Clockwork could see the absolute worst of Danny, the monster he could become, and still care enough to make him a room and be sure he slept, then maybe Danny couldn’t be as terrible a burden as he thought. Surely Clockwork, who could see all the futures stretched out below him like a parade, wouldn’t waste his efforts if he didn’t think Danny was worth the time.

He dreamed of stars and ticking clocks and didn’t worry for once about how soon he’d have to wake up.

#Danny phantom #Clockwork #lost time #Phic Phight #phic phight 21 #a nice short one to make up for the last one #short and sweet #bee’s writing

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phantomphangphucker · 3 years

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Phic Phight: If Only You Had Compassion

Prompt Creator: @summerssixecho

The bad blood between humans and ghosts was going to come to a head eventually, and when it did everyone was going to get hurt.

Danny sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and leans back against the wall; staring at the news disbelievingly.

They had lost.

Lost the entire goddamn case. Because the American government had officially decided: Ghosts were not sentient. Ghosts were not beings. Ghosts did not have rights. And ghosts were a threat to the country. Meaning any and all instances of ghosts and anything -excluding weapons or other items used to combat, control, or harm ghosts- were illegal to exist, possess, or help.

Danny, they, had gone about this the human way. Had been respectful. And nice. And friendly. And it didn’t fucking work. They extended a hand and got fucking bit.

And of course, anyone who had been fighting for ghosts and their rights and safety were the first ones to come under fire and scrutiny. And with nearly all of Amity Park being on that list, it was no surprise the G.I.W. were coming here and banging on doors at record speed.

What’s worse? Danny had been the loudest voice. Of course he had. He had to be. He was fighting for his own goddamn rights after all; not that the government or his family knew that. But it wasn’t just that. No.

Danny Phantom was King. THE High King. This was something he had to deal with, had to handle. And well... the cards hadn’t landed in his favour. In their favour.

But that wasn’t the end of it, because on top of it, his parents couldn’t understand what he was doing, to the point that Danny had to just get out of that house.

Technically he was homeless now, but well, being a ghost rather negated that. He had a whole dimension if need be and could get by just goddamn fine on the streets.

In the end, Danny had lost pretty well all his respect and love for his parents. They had become the enemy too and he just couldn’t afford room to old sentimentality and dwelling on ‘what could have been’ if they had been better people and parents.

At least Danny had listened to his gut and firmly ordered all the ghosts back into the Infinite Realm. He didn’t have to worry about any full ghosts getting captured, tortured, dissected, and destroyed.

Elle was safely with the residents of the Far Frozen too, so no worries there.

And Vlad... Vlad could look after himself. Last he heard the man fully intended to blow up his entire mansion and lab should the case fall through, purely to stop the G.I.W. from getting their hands on anything. Money only went so far in protecting yourself and your assets after all. Danny didn’t doubt the man’s willingness to do it either.

So that just left Danny. The one who was really the most at risk. He was damn near the face of the case, of the campaign. He was a minor still, limiting his rights even further. His ‘parents’ were hunters, hunters that idolised the G.I.W. and worked with them gladly and eagerly.

And he was a true halfa. Exactly half and half. He couldn’t even hide himself from the Fenton’s janky scanners, hiding wasn’t an option.

But then again, hiding had never even been an option for him. Hiding wasn’t Phantom’s thing, wasn’t the Kings thing. For now though? He lays low. He watches. And he waits. Waits for the Observants to finally back him proper. For FrightKnight to rally and ready. And finally for ClockWork to give him that melancholic face that says there is no other option.

Because Danny played this like a human. Because Danny gave humanity a chance. Because Danny wanted to have faith in people. Because Danny had hoped his goddamn half-beating heart out.

Because Danny was scared. Because he was still a kid. Because he shouldn’t have to pick one or the other. Because he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt.

Well now there wasn’t much of a choice. He picked ghosts the day he took that crown. The day he agreed to apprentice under ClockWork instead of the Fenton’s. The day Danny Fenton became just a fabricated mask for Danny Phantom to hide behind.

And now everyone was going to have to play their part. Fulfil their role. Dance out repeating history on the world’s stage. Everyone was going to have to pay a price.

Because when you take away someone’s rights in your own eyes, then they take away yours in theirs.

Because when the government decides someone doesn’t get to exist, and then every other government falls in line because the military powerhouse that is America has decided, then that someone is going to thrash and bite and scream to get to exist.

That’s how its always been.

Survival of the fittest.

And humans? Humans weren’t the fittest by miles.

Because humanity had been given coexistence on a paper. Had been given peace on a paper. And had drawn weapons and scalpels and hate instead.

And for that, this means war.

And not just a skirmish or dispute. No. An all-out bloody war. A massive war. A war beyond anyone’s wildest imaginations or worst dreams.

Because what humanity didn’t know is there were laws that existed. Laws that already governed dead and mortal interaction and travel between the realms. The Oaths and Seals. Older than most of the Ancients and predating nearly all mortal life in the universe.

And one of those Seals states simply that any being of death or life could traverse between Realms freely without harm, threat, or unwilling containment from ruling bodies or any species as a whole.

To say ghosts couldn't exist here. It was such a direct blatant violation. There was no way around that. There really wasn’t. If it wasn’t acted on then it could be overlooked as someone making stupid laws and ignored. But that just wasn’t the case. Wouldn’t be. In that sense it was both blessing and curse that Amity would be targeted first. He had a chance to stop them. To hedge them at the gates.

To cut the Gordian knot.

To meet them at the doors to his lair and tell them what awaited them should they choose to pass. Should they choose to continue a damned and forsaken path.

It would mean revealing himself. Would mean ending the lies and double life. It would mean definitively and finally choosing a side. Choosing ghosts. But it was what had to be.

And if they choose to cross him?

Then it’s game over.

Because Amity was Phantom’s lair. The High Ghost Kings land. His people. His subjects. His. It would be treason. Would be a crime against the High Crown. Against not only the Seals but the Kings Decrees and the Law Of Ages as well. There would be no going back.

The punishment was death. Was absolute subjugation. Was the end of humanity's reign upon the earth.

Because in the eyes of the universe, humanity would have forfeited the right to stand as equals to the dead. They would become lesser and treated as such. Any human who refused to kneel and bow to the Infinite Realm, to him, would be summarily cut down and disposed of.

He didn’t want this. He truly didn’t.

But it wasn’t his choice to make.

It was humanities. The G.I.W.’s.

Danny had very little faith.

But at least he could try. He was a determined bastard to a fault. Even when he should probably give up. When it was probably a lost cause.

This was hopeless now. He knew it. But he had to try and when that failed... then he’ll fight. He’ll fight with a frown and tears screaming down his face. But he’ll damn well fight.

Because that’s who he is. What he is. Because if he doesn’t do this for the ghosts then he’ll do it for the humans he protects.

For Sam and Tucker, both nearly halfas themselves due to UnderGrowth and a past life lived.

For Star, Paulina, Dale, Brittney, Kwan, Ashley, Emilie, Todd, James, Dash, Mikey, Nathan, Rosalia, Jasper, and Carrie, so horribly contaminated by Spectra’s and Bertrand’s experiments.

For Jazz, who’s opinions and field of study made her a ‘threat to humanity’ all the same.

For Valerie, who’s nanobot suit ran on ectoplasm that she could never be separated from without her death.

For Lancer, and Trent, and Remi, and Testlauf, and Ishiyama, who all just knew too much.

For every citizen of his home, his lair. Because the G.I.W. would wipe them all out.

Because he was King.

It does not matter how a king cries nor mourns nor wishes things could be different. Because a king sees his people free before he grasps his own. Because a king knows his people safe before he dares relax. Because a king does not belong to himself but to the people he rules. Because they are the kings children dear and he must see them well. Because it is his duty to do what they can not and pay every price. Because a king can never fall unjustly. Because he is their hopes and dreams.

And though he cries and begs and weeps, his blade hand must stay steady and his sword must strike swift without mercy. Even if he wants to run, every friend and family dear he must be willing to sacrifice if the need arises. Even if that leaves him alone and in pain.

Because that is the cost of the crown.

And now Danny has to pay his dues.

Has to see himself a conqueror to the human world he once protected with everything in him.

He doesn’t want this but this is what the world has given him and he must walk with it.

Into a future that may be filled with hurt and pain. That’ll make him hate every breath he takes or the things he’s seen. Or maybe something beautiful will grow from the ashes. One can only hope.

He sighs and stands. What must be, must be. Running a messy hand through his hair and shaking a spray can. He may as well tag the place where he found things changed before he goes.

Goes to wait on the road.

Wait for the men in white suits to make their arrival.

Wait for the end result of the pain the mortal government chose to wrought.

Wait for Danny Fenton’s ending.

The spray cans psssshh is oddly loud. It hurts his ears.

The FrightKnight meets him outside the alleyway. He nods and Danny nods back. It is done. His army awaits him.

He wishes it didn’t.

He knows the humans have armies of their own. Awaiting retaliation or strike back perhaps. But those armies won’t see war. They won’t do battle or struggle to win. This won’t be two forces meeting to oppose each other. No. It will be more akin to an exterminator coming in with his toxic fumes and spraying down annihilation.

The Dread Army stood four billion strong.

That wasn’t a force humanity could face.

And the Dread were truly non-sentient. Casualties on their side was not of issue or concern. And should humanity somehow persevere and fight back. Then there would be so many more ghostly armies ready and waiting for his regretful and pain-filled command.

He senses the pulse from the Observants, sent out through the Infinite Realm’s ectoplasm and across the threshold of life and death.

They approve. And inside, he weeps.

He traces his fingers on the bricks, walls, and trash cans. Everyone is tucked inside. They know what’s coming as much as he does, just not what comes after. They see this as their end. Danny does too, but for different reasons.

He knows Sam, Tucker, Valerie, and Jazz are all hovering over the extractions waiting for his signal. Waiting to pull his lair into the Infinite Realm. Waiting to save them and leave him behind.

Amity will always be home. But it just won’t be the same. Not for him. He won’t be able to just be another citizen in their eyes or to them anymore. And his friends, they’ll have to look at him knowing that he’s was ultimately directly responsible for the demise of at least thirty percent of humanity.

And he’ll have to get used to that being reflected back at him in the mirror. And refusing to look at all was a weakness he couldn’t allow himself to have.

Stopping at the fountain, its waters reflecting gears and cogs and swaying necks of clocks. As it always had since everything began. As if the water was counting down to the end itself. Only Danny knew that was more fact than fiction.

Water flows like time after all. And no matter what it must continue on. For the sake of life. For the sake of growth. For the sake of time itself continuing on. For the sake of everything.

Danny sits on the edge and it is not his own reflection that greets him, a small mercy, but ClockWork’s.

They look old and tired and worn. Aged by the faults of humanity's actions and inactions. Aged by the weathering storm that is change and its cruelties. But above all else, aged by what they know must be and what they must ask of him.

All is as it should be.

And isn’t that an awful thing.

Danny can only look to the sky tinted faintly green and nod, carrying on his way. Changing everything with every step he takes. Aching more with each breath he takes. And becoming more king than hero with every inch the city limit grows closer.

A hero can fall and rise a king.

But is still a fall all the same.

Because a king does not do what is right. He does not do what is good. What is just. What is kind. He does what he must. Decides what is best.

Humanity decided what was best and lost the bet. They gambled against death.

But death...

Death always wins in the end.

It’s the house we all must rest on. It is the debt collector at the end of every tax season. It is our last breath or a snap of the neck at the end of the noose of our own creation. It is the bullet in the gun that we forged ourselves. It is the black screen left after the credits roll, only ghosts going home.

It was always going to be this way.

What will his ‘parents’ do. Will they die. Will they live. Will they force their way back to the mortal world and seek to strike him down. Will the town or ghosts see them hanged as an example. Will they accept reality and learn. He doesn’t know. In a way he doesn’t want to.

Regardless the town’s edge approaches and he finds himself standing on the precipice of everything he has ever known, everyone he has ever loved, every place that has ever housed him.

And now he steps forward to leave it behind. Says goodbye with resounding footsteps. Mourns the loss as the G.I.W.’s armoured vehicles and containment trucks drive toward him.

Toward death.

He wished they’d stop. Turn back. Change their minds. But knows they won’t.

Ignorance would be bliss.

The most decorated vehicle stops barely feet from him. The officer inside hoping out with a smirk that Danny hates down to the bottom of his guts.

“Well how nice for the worst of them to come greet us. What. Here to turn yourself in for your disgusting crimes against humanity“.

Danny honestly doesn’t care about their words. Not how they’re said nor what is said nor who says them.

It’s meaningless.

Danny shakes his head disappointedly, “I tried. I really tried. So sorry about this. But you leave me no choice”.

The man squints at him. Not that it matters.

Danny looks up at the sky, if he didn’t know better he’d say the clouds were swirling all centred around him and waiting for him to do as he must. As the crown commands. Sighing, “I don’t know why humans must make things so hard for themselves”, and lets his human form melt away without any flashy light show. Green energy pulsing out of his feet and shooting skyward like flaming arrows lighting up the funerary ship seeing a fallen warrior off.

The reaction is immediate. They open fire on him, pausing only when every single high anti-ecto round merely bounces of his green shield; the town behind him shimmering green before vanishing like wet oil wiped off canvas.

Danny shakes his head, “that isn’t how this is going to be. Sorry”, and takes one single step forward. Voice bellowing and sturdy though he feels like shaking apart into sand, “the American government, on behalf of the entirety of the human race, has designated that the ghost species is no longer allowed amongst them or on earth. As such, they, alongside the rest of humanity, have broken the True Kept Equivalent Co-Existence Fault Line Seal of the Exterial law of the Realms. Your options are as follows: revoke your illegal actions and halt your approach or continue on as you are knowing that your actions are an act of war and punishable by the immediate annihilation of thirty percent of humanity followed by the forced subjugation of your entire species. Furthermore, any actions of violence or harm taken against Amity Park, her citizens, or Daniel James Janus Fenton Phantom, will count as an act of treason and war against the High Ghost Sovereign, king of the entirety of the Infinite Realm; and is punishable by immediate death and I do mean your death”.

He stands there and stares. Waits for a response. The men take their time, but eventually...

One of them fires.

“There’s your ‘answer’, you lying ectoplasmic scum”.

Danny bats away the weapon, not even bothering with a shield. They would need nukes if they wanted to so much as scratch him.

He had all the Infinite Realm’s ectoplasm at his fingertips after all. And it sings to be used. To defend its lands and king. To strike down those who must be, for the prosperity and safety of its people.

And Danny gives it that.

He must after all. It is his place.

With merely a flick of his fingers the Dread Army make their debut. Some are here, some are elsewhere. But where ever they may be they bring down destruction and chaos and punishment.

You may think Danny wrong for placing all this on one man’s response, but in truth he, as Phantom, had informed every government of this reality already.

The decision was already made. The choice already set in stone.

He just thought that maybe...

Maybe.

These men before him would have some heart. Some soul. Some sense. Some compassion.

And choose to say no. And refuse to follow orders.

He would rather team up with humanity to stage a coup d’état against their respective governments than what has to transpire now.

The FrightKnight appears and gores the man who dared to fire at Phantom knowing the consequences of doing so. Danny forces himself to watch the man fall, knowing his orders and words and actions were as much the sword that killed him as the one his High Dread Knight wields.

The FrightKnight turns back to him and he knows there is sorrow in his helmeted eyes, for he knows his Knight knows he is not a hardened man nor a man at all.

Just a child with too much weight. Too much hope. Too much asked of him. Too much power at his fingertips. And too much of both life and death.

“Go”.

Danny does as he’s told, as he’s asked. Thankful to have even an ounce of personal responsibility lifted off his shoulders.

Humanity was never going down a good path. Never doing the right thing.

Damning the water they drank with oil and plastics.

Damning the air they breathed with tar and fumes.

Damning the earth that fed them with pavement and poisons.

Damning their fellow neighbouring mortal species with overhunting and stolen lands.

It was only a matter of time before they damned themselves with their ego and actions.

Nothing can survive if it burns every bridge around it.

Especially if the bridge it sets its sights on to burn is the bridge with death.

For only nothing lies where death can not be.

End.

Prompt: After a fierce legal battle to end experimentation on ectoplasmic entities, it's determined that, no, ghosts can't have any rights in the human world and possessing ghostly artifacts, materials, or organisms is illegal. With the GIW enforcing the new laws, starting with Amity Park, how will Danny avoid scrutiny?

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ajitated · 2 years

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(Originally posted: 22 April 2021)

Summary: Amity always attracts strange and powerful ghosts, but this one might be more than they can handle. It's more than Danny can handle, at least. (or: an excuse for me to write an Eldritch ghost, and set-up a possible Eldritch Danny:D)

Written for Phic Phight 2021, Team human! Prompt by burning-clutch

#ajility writes #ajs fanworks #danny phantom #moving onto blog #originally posted 22 apr 21 #phic phight #phic phight 2021 #team human #dp fic #dp ff #dp oneshot #eldritch #dp oc

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underforeversgrace · 4 months

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ask game: 8, 12, and 21!

from this ask game!

8. shortest completed fic you wrote this year

at 345 words, fang u for ur help is my shortest work! it's goofy and I love it

12. favorite character to write about this year

Jack Fenton. Easy. He's the most blorbo-ist blorbo to ever blorbo

21. events you participated in this year

I participated in so many considering it was my first year in Phandom... anyway:

Phic Phight

DannyMay

Invisobang

Ecto-Implosion

Phandom Christmas Truce

I feel like there's another I can't remember but????

#Grace asks #Grace answers #Ask game #Thank u Berry!!

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gottacatchghosts · 3 years

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honey, you’ve got a big storm comin’

This is for Phic Phight 2021! I’m on Team Ghost, with team leader @ecto-american!

Prompt: Danny Fenton has been kidnapped! Unfortunately for his kidnappers, he finds this hilarious.

Word count: 1648

Prompt by: @currentlylurking

Characters: Danny, Jack and Maddie (mentioned)

Warnings: slight language

Extra notes: i had a looot of fun writing this one. i love this trope and i wanted to finish it before april fool’s day was up!! :3

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FFN/AO3 links to come following the end of the event.

Being snatched up on the street on the way home from school—walking, for once—was not how Danny expected his afternoon to play out, but, alas, here he is. At first, he was too shocked to do much except put up the token protests; yelling, kicking, the works. Then, as reality set in, he found himself too dumbfounded by the sheer audacity of these bitches to do much more than stare at them blankly.

“Huh,” he says, the fifth time in the last twenty minutes.

“Would you knock it off?” one of his kidnappers snaps, slapping his hand against the table he’s standing over. Tweedledee and Tweedledum are hunched over a tiny laptop screen while Danny sits, unwillingly, tied to a chair with the most weak sauce knots he’s ever seen in his life. Seriously. Cujo might be able to tie a better knot.

“No, I don’t think I will,” Danny says, faking a yawn as best he can with his wrists tied behind his back. He leans back and kicks his feet out—his ankles aren’t even tied. Amateurs. “Though, I gotta say… This is the worst kidnapping I’ve ever been a part of.”

Thing 2 gives him a weird look, then returns to his scrolling and typing. Thing 1 groans and slaps a hand on the table again. “I’m getting sick of your mouth, kid.”

“Hey! You’re the ones that grabbed me. I didn’t ask to get taken here against my will.” Danny pouts and gives them his most pitiful look. “I’m just a poor innocent kid. A simple child on his way home from another day of school.” He sniffles, forcing his eyes to go watery. “How could you do something like this to someone like me?”

The second goon scoffs. “You’re the Fenton kid, yeah?” He looks up and pins Danny with a look. “Your parents are scientists. They’re sure to pay a lot of money to get you back.”

Danny squints at them. “If you actually knew anything about me or my parents, you’d know already how bad of an idea this is.” He snorts. “My parents aren’t the kind to just sit back and let someone else do their dirty work.” He pauses and sits up straighter. “Wait. That came out wrong.”

The two men don’t seem to have been paying much attention. They both start laughing. “Yeah, right. All scientists are eggheads. What’re they gonna do? Bust in here and rescue you themselves?” Goon One laughs even harder as if his own words are the best joke he’s ever heard. “Give me a break.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up now. You’ll see.” With the men distracted, he carefully phases his wrists out of the rope and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Wake me up when they get here. Or rather… Don’t bother. I’ll know.”

The laughter slows to a stop as Danny tilts his head back and closes his eyes. “Hey…” Grunt Dos starts, sounding confused. “How’d you get out of those ropes?”

“I was a scout when I was a kid,” Danny says, lying. “Knots are easy.”

He can hear the head scratching from across the room—the darkened room; these two really went all out with the kidnapper aesthetic, what with the single chair under a single lit bulb in a tiny, dank room. Danny thinks they might be in someone’s basement. “I coulda sworn I tied those tight?” Number One mutters to himself.

Danny snorts and covers it with a cough. These two are just… so dumb. Even without ghost powers Danny doesn’t think he’d be intimidated by the two of them. Barring the initial grab and the transfer from the vehicle to this room, neither of them had so much as laid a hand on him, not even to whack him upside the head for his unusually smart mouth. Even now, the two are keeping their distance.

Well. Maybe it’s about time he turns up the heat—by turning it down, of course. These two deserved to get fucked with a little.

Danny takes a deep breath and focuses on the tight ball of ice in his chest. Usually, he keeps it under lock and key, otherwise he tends to shed cold like an open freezer. Now, however, he loosens his grip on and lets the ghostly cold rush through his veins. He keeps his eyes shut and his breathing regular as he slowly infects the room with his ethereal chill.

He moves a hand to the rope that held his hands and freezes it over entirely, something small and inconspicuous to coat in a layer of ice to help him maintain his focus on his cold. Frost spreads from this focal point and within minutes, it’s cold enough that the three of them are breathing out colds of smoke.

He doesn’t open his eyes right away, waiting for the tell-tale glow to die down. Sure, his cold powers don’t turn his eyes weird colors, but they still glow, and the last thing he wants to do is give these losers any reason to suspect he’s anything but a poor innocent civilian.

Of all the times to wish he could duplicate invisibly, now is definitely the hardest time he’s had pushing away the disappointment. Maybe after this he can get together with Sam and Tucker and squeeze in a quick power training session.

“What the hell?” one of the chuckleheads says through chattering teeth. “What happened to the heat?” Danny opens his eyes in time to see him turn and slap the absolute shit out of his partner. “I told you to pay the heating bill!”

“It’s like seventy degrees outside!” the other man yells, rubbing the pain from his arm. “Why do we need heat at a time like this?”

Kidnapper A gestures at the room around them in answer. Kidnapper B squints and scratches his head like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it. “Huh,” he says, an echo of Danny earlier.

“God, you’re such a copycat,” Danny snips, crossing his arms again. The cold never bothered him anyway. “Let me go,” he says, if only to continue his shitty, internal Frozen reference. The irony of his words is not lost on him. But, hey. At least he’s the only one that’s aware he’s making a terrible joke.

“Yeah, right.” Bert scoffs. “We’re not idiots.”

Ernie elbows him and turns back to his typing. “Well. I’m not. Him I’m not so sure of.”

Danny rolls his eyes and taps his feet against the floor. The chair slips, briefly, and Danny has to scramble to not fall onto the floor, but the absolutely buffoons don’t appear to notice in the slightest. He wonders if he can just… get up and walk out. Their passive perception has to be ridiculously low if they don’t notice any of Danny’s abysmal stealth and sleight of hand rolls.

Though. To be fair. They think they’re dealing with a normal kid.

Danny yawns, loudly and, testing the waters, rolls to his feet in one smooth motion. The first guy doesn’t notice, having turned his attention to the phone he pulled out of his pocket, but the second one looks up, eyes blowing comically wide.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” he yells, making his way around the table.

“Stretching my legs,” Danny says, doing just that. He bends on the waist and touches his toes. “My knees hurt if I sit in one place for too long.” With a quick flick of his wrist, smooth, hard ice coats the floor near the table.

Computer guy pays his no mind as he continues his way around the table. As soon as he steps on the ice, he lets out a scream as he goes down, busting his ass on the floor. “Shit!”

Danny stands up with a dramatic gasp. “Oh my god, are you okay?” he asks, voiced pitched up, laying it on extra thick. “Wowie, that was quite a fall!” He lays a hand on the side of his face. “Poor thing.”

Phone guy looks up with a shout of his own. “You dick, I did pay the bills! You’re such an—what happened to you?”

Danny looks up at the single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. Please. Someone. Anyone. Give him the strength to deal with This Shit. “He fall down go boom.” He shakes his head. “Tragic.”

The dumb duo gives him looks that could kill. Too bad, so sad, been there done that.

Before either of them can make another move or make another sound, Danny hears the distant sounds of doors slamming and tires screeching. And not just any tires—the distinctive sound of treads like those used on the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle.

Danny smirks. “So, you guys must be from out of town. Maybe you’re just renting this place or you’re new here or you don’t get out much. Whatever it is, you can’t be native to Amity Park, because if you were, you’d know something. Specifically, about my parents.” There’s a crashing sound from upstairs. The men exchange frightened looks and the man with no more ass trips to his feet, also hitting his knees on the floor.

Danny moves to lean against the wall, melting his ice as he sweeps past. Eat your heart out, Elsa. Or would Jack Frost be a more appropriate comparison? Eh, details. “The thing about my parents is that they don’t just sit around when someone threatens their kids. My dad is built like a brick shithouse and my mom is a black belt.” There are footsteps on the stairs—he knew they were in a basement—and Harry and Marv’s eyes widen comically. No, really, it’s hilarious.

“They also drive what’s basically a tank.” Danny gives a shark’s grin. “So, honey? You’ve got a big storm comin’.”

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