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Just Put my version of Sidney into his OG fashion. For mine I implemented a crack design because of his connection with mirrors 🪞 . I also wanted a subtle mantis vibe since mines into bugs and …🐛🐜🦟🪳🐞
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Here’s a link to Sid’s alternate forms.🪳🦟🐞🐛🐜
What do u think? I’d love to know💖
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daily-dose-of-danno · 11 months
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I'm soooo sorry for such a big ask- but could you grab all of the episode title cards that show after the theme song? If you can't that's alright, but if you can, thank you!!
I CAN! Except Tumblr mobile only allows 10 images a post, so I’m going to have to do a quite a few reblogs to attach them all to this ask. Bear with me, folks.
Also just to be polite, I’ll be attaching the images under “read more” so I don’t overwhelm people with a really long post.
SEASON 1, EPISODES 1-10 -
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sidneypoindexter · 2 months
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His name is Sidney Poindexter. Not "Sydney."
It's spelled out right there on screen.
Stop misspelling it, you're making it harder for me to find fan content of my favorite character.
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It makes a lot of sense that there would be a lot of haunted videogames, now that I think about it. Like, in classicvexamples it's a tangible item that has strong emotional associations for the deceased. It's a gateway to a world built to be a get-away from reality, immersive and fun and with tasks- purpose. And, honestly? The level of control could hit that niche for a haunt, like a snail moving into a shell vs a bird building a nest.
The ghost wouldn't even need to be that strong ro just inhabit the game itself, and the longer it's there the more it could influence. Meaning you could have something on-par with a creepypasta or just some npc no other person has ever heard of nor documented in this one part of a tavern in your rpg.
The trend of making games with digital download vs physical cartridges/disks could significantly affect this however. Where the majority of the game isnt even attached to the physical item it's a matter of downloading onto the console.
We know that ghosts with an alignment to tech CAN enter digital space because of Technus. Which makes the pc space of haunting a whole thing unto itself. From what I've heard with Nintendo limiting releases and accessibility to games, the lack of control over the digital space for a ghost could be an issue ghosts who lingered on older generations of games didn't have the same trouble with.
The potential for it being under the Ghost King's duties to hear for motions of action for affecting the living world for the security/viability off haunts connected to that realm!
Like Sydney Pointdexter's mirror. It would make sense that if there was some level of protections on that mirror to have protected it from the living causing harm or disturbance to it given how it lasted so long without a single crack. The fact that Danny did could be from his being partially a ghost and potentially partially the fact he switched bodies with Sydney and might have become recognized as a part of that space.
So to round it all out, Danny fulfilling some kingly duties with help from Tucker on finding out more about the current state of video games and what stories of glitches are legit.
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hannahmanderr · 9 months
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Sydny Pointdextor for character opinion bingo?
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Poindexter deserved more than one episode and a few lines in Reign Storm, but noooo we have to dedicate more time to the guy who can't even hunt down the TV remote
listen, he's got a sweet personality (yeah yeah his episode ends up with victim blame but he really didn't know the whole situation, and I like to think he and Danny had a nice convo after the whole debacle), but ALSO he may seem harmless, but this kid literally has the power to separate Danny's spirit from his body. it's like overshadowing him but so much more OP and I LOVE IT
jokes aside, Poindexter is fantastic and deserves the world. I like to believe that he really starts to enjoy afterlife in the Casper High shadow after Splitting Images
on a side note, I should run a poll seeing how many people spell it Sidney and how many spell it Sydney
~~~Send me a character and I'll gush about how blorbo they are!
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jamsofdeath0 · 2 years
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Au where Sydney Poindexter really likes superheroes but like 1950s superheroes because that's when he was alive so when all the ghost starts appearing he decides to become a cheesy 1950s superhero. He does this surprisingly well and because Danny doesn't need to protect people he gets into significantly less ghost fights and just becomes a kid with superpowers who isn't a hero. Sydney's of (living?) the dream while Danny gets to be a teenager. Danny sometimes helps if the foes really stronger and will defend himself in those accounts if a ghost shows up but he leaves it to Sydney most of the time.
Sydney looks and acts like a parody of 1950's Superman and Batman but none of the Town wanted to tell him cuz he's some dead kid protecting them they arent going to ruin his fun. He really enjoys protecting people and he really likes being popular.
Vlad and skulker specifically still fix it on Danny for his halfa status but Poindexter does his best to protect him.
Danny is definitely stronger than Poindexter (and most ghosts) but he steadfastly refuses to get sucked into heroing. Tucker doesn't get this ands always pestering him about "his cool powers"
Sam and Sydney have some friction over his outdated ideas. See at the start Sydney's well at best a little sexist. He's actually progressive for the time he came from but he's still a white teenager from the 1950s. He's really excited about a lot of rights but really confused about a few others. Like everyone being able to live by there own means (women and black people having the freedom to get any job they want) is super exciting but he still thinks women are weaker than men and need extra protection. He's fine with gay ppl but he doesn't get it. And transitioning goes right over his head. Alot of his biases are subconscious and over time he actually becomes more open-minded.
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briarruler · 2 years
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Interesting that Princess Dorathea, Desiree and Sydney Poindexter all retain the same hair as ghosts that they had as humans.
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five-rivers · 3 months
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@regular-dog Hello! I am your holiday truce gifter this year! I hope you enjoy this labyrinth-themed fic. Happy New Year!
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Only three years in, and it was already impossible to tell how big Amity Park was.  Normal methods of surveying didn’t work.  Physical maps were either always right or always wrong, and sometimes both at once.  Driving across the city at a constant speed didn’t help, either.  The outgoing trip and the return trip never seemed to match, and there simply weren’t enough one-way streets in Amity Park for that to be the answer to the problem.  
Asking the residents didn’t help, either.  They couldn’t even agree on how big the city they lived in was.  Some of them acted like Amity Park was the second coming of Chicago, others expressed confusion when Amity Park was referred to as anything but a small town.  
(The census data was almost worse.)
But no matter what version of Amity a particular resident believed they lived in, there were always similarities.  There was always Casper High, and its Ravens, and every student went there, and learned from Mr. Lancer, and heard the rumors about Sydney Poindexter.  There was always the Nasty Burger, and Valerie Gray working one of the many distasteful jobs that the place had to offer.  There was always Amity Park Park, confusingly named and full of even more confusing paths, whether it was a city park or a county park, or something else altogether.
There was always Fentonworks, rising tall and strange from a small, ordinary neighborhood.
There was a heaviness there, around that particular building.  A weight that drew in other things, that twisted.  It was the heart of a labyrinth of streets, of old roads and new, of forest paths and disused hiking trails.  It was the heart of Amity Park.
And it should be said that, at the heart of any labyrinth, there was a monster.  
And it should be said that, at the threshold of every labyrinth, there was a princess.
And it should be said that the one thing that every labyrinth waits for is a hero.  
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Samantha Manson wound golden string around her fingers, thinking.  It glowed faintly in the dark of her room, like the thinnest, purest beam of sunlight cast through morning mist and a thick canopy of leaves overhead.  
However, her eyes didn’t linger on it.  Instead, she looked out the window over her– garden– conservatory– greenhouse– private park– the place where she went to grow plants, and be among them, that may or may not have changed in nature and size while she was looking.  Which may or may not have had many natures and sizes.  
She closed her eyes.  Insight was useful, as vital as the blood in her veins and the lightning in her nerves, but it had its drawbacks.  
When she opened them again, a hedge maze stood dark and tempting beneath the light of a moon that should not be full and should not be there and had never been that big, in any case.  The lights of Amity- rising high with skyscrapers or low to the ground and scattered among farmhouses– laid beyond it.  
In her hands, the string hummed, as if it had been held taught and plucked.  A single, clear note filled the air.  
“Do you think it will work?” she asked.  
There shouldn’t have been anyone in her room, and there wasn’t.  But her nearest neighbors could be five miles from the walls of her home or five feet, and she rarely spoke to them.  The distance between friends was greater, but also infinitely less.  
Tucker looked up from his computer, which sat at his desk, in his own room, in his own house, the light from the moon shining in from the window behind him.  His glasses reflected the pale, bluish light of his computer screen.  The wheels of his desk chair rolled across the carpet of his room - so different from hers - with a squeak.  
“You’re not getting cold feet now,” he said.  It wasn’t so much a question as an exclamation.  
Sam sniffed.  “Of course not.  But I’m not the one taking the biggest risk, am I?”
There was a third room.  This one dark and starry.  The glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to every available surface were normal.  The patterns they were in were not.  Nor were the eyes that stared out from beneath star-spangled bedsheets.  Nor was the moon, gleaming from windows stationed on either side of the bed.
“I’m not sure if it actually matters if it works,” said the owner of those eyes, blinking slowly.  “I mean, if it works the way it’s supposed to work.  We’ll just go back to plan A if it doesn’t.”
“No offense, Danny, but plan A sucked,” said Tucker.  
“How am I not supposed to take offense to that?” whined Danny.  “Plan A is fine.  It’s a normal plan.  I know my city.”  The last was said with a casual but deep possessiveness.
“Plan A wasn’t even really a plan,” said Sam.  “Your plan was to just fly in and find them, never mind all the other things that are happening.”
“That’s not so different from this plan,” protested Danny.  “It’s basically the same.  It’s just the how that’s different.”
“Pretty big how, though,” said Tucker.  “And I thought you liked this plan.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” said Danny.  “I’m just saying, I’m just saying that even if it doesn’t work, we won’t be any worse off than we were at the beginning, before, you know.  The research.”  He pointed vaguely in the direction of his window.  
Somehow, Sam knew that he was, in fact, pointing at the stack of thick books sitting on her desk.  Only, instead of pointing at them across the there-not-there division between their rooms, he was pointing in their true direction, across the streets and forests of Amity Park.  
The covers of the books shouldn’t have been legible in the darkness.  Sam could read them anyway.  Greek mythology.  Sympathetic magic.  Recurrence.  Narrative causality.  Daedalus, Icarus, Theseus, Ariadne, Asterion.
Four days ago, New Athens High School had sent a bus bearing the fourteen members of their track team and their coach to a meet in Elmerton.  On the way back, the driver had made a wrong turn, knifing straight through the heart of Amity.  The bus, the driver, and the coach had come out the other side.  No one knew what had happened to the track team.  
Danny had spent three of those days looking for them.  Amity Park had spent those same three days winding itself more tightly than the ball of string sitting on Sam’s desk.  Whether it was downtown, or the forest, or the suburbs, the part of Amity New Athens’ bus had passed through was a maze.  
A labyrinth.  
They’d thrown themselves into research, then, begging for information from their allies.  Or, rather, from Danny’s allies.  Most of them, with the exception of Dora, were there for him more than for the rest of them.  Pandora was the one who had finally noticed the connections, the links with old stories, the resonance.  
There was a labyrinth.  There were sacrifices.  Other roles–
“Or, if you don’t want to leave it, you could send Tucker in,” said Danny, shrugging slightly.  “If it doesn’t work with just me.  You know.”
Sam’s fingers slipped.  
Sam was the obvious choice for the role of princess.  Danny was the obvious choice for the role of hero.  
He should have been, anyway.  
“Hence why I’m asking if you think it’ll work,” said Sam, sharply.  
“I hope it’ll work.”
Sam huffed.  “Not what I’m asking.”
“It won’t hurt to try.”
“It might,” said Sam.  “The monster dies at the end of the story.  The princess is abandoned.  Even Theseus doesn’t have a happy ending.”
“And we aren’t those characters.  It isn’t as if Tucker is going to cut my head off.”  Again, Danny waved in Tucker’s true direction, rather than across the emptiness of his room.  “We’re the ones making the decisions.  We’re just using the stories for– For narrative clout.  Or however you described it.”
“Danny…”
“It’ll be fine.  I mean,” he looked up at her with those too-bright eyes, the rest of his face black with shadows, “if you’re having second thoughts, it’s fine.  We can try something else.”
“I’m not having second thoughts.”  Sam began to unwind the string from around her fingers, wrapping it around the rest of the ball.  The maze outside her window had become a winding garden path, and the neighbors were once again nearby.  
Tucker cleared his throat.  “First thing in the morning, then?  We ride at dawn and all that?”
“Before dawn would probably be better, honestly,” said Sam.  
Danny sighed.  “I’ll set my alarm clock.”
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It might have been neater to enter the maze in Sam’s backyard, or to start from the spiraling center that was Fentonworks, but that wasn’t where the bus had disappeared.  The bus had disappeared going through downtown Amity Park.  
Well.  Insofar as the bus had disappeared in any particular location.  And insofar as Amity Park had a downtown.  
The lack of permanence of place made discussing things like this somewhat difficult.  
Still.  At the moment, there was a downtown.  A historical shopping district, as a matter of fact.  As he walked down the sidewalk in the crisp, gray, predawn light, Danny could feel beneath his feet a hum.  The shopping district here was the mainstreet of small town Amity, even as skyscrapers loomed overhead, and the layers felt real enough for Danny to reach out and rub them between his fingers.  
(They weren’t really, but they felt like it.)
He stopped in front of an alley that smelled of cinnamon and sea salt.  Here, the layers parted, and you could slip between them, into the interstices and forbidden places of Amity Park.  
“Is this the place?” asked Tucker.  
“Yeah,” said Danny.  “I think so.”  He motioned them to the mouth of the alley, where they’d be covered by shadows and next to unnoticeable by those who were firmly in any one version of Amity Park.  “Sam?”
She teased out the end of the golden string and cast it towards Danny.  As it flew through the air, it twisted and knotted itself before falling over Danny’s head.  The loops shrunk around his neck, creating a narrow golden collar.  
Danny raised his hand to touch it and made a face.  “It’s tight,” he said.  
“Sorry,” said Sam, glaring at the ball of string as if it had betrayed her.  “I don’t–”
“It’s fine,” said Danny, waving it off.  “Just unexpected.”
“Right,” said Tucker, stepping forward.  “Your sword, Theseus.”  He handed Danny a Fenton invention that had a passing resemblance to a lightsaber.
Danny rolled his eyes and took the small cylinder.  “Thanks.  But don’t call me that.”
“Hey, that’s the story we’re trying to tell.”
“We’ll give it a tug if we run out of string,” said Sam.  
“Mm,” said Danny.  “Well.  Might have to give it more than one.  Don’t let me drag you in.”
Sam snorted.  “What, like you drag us into everything else?”
“Seriously.  Just let me go if I start pulling too hard.”
“No way,” said Tucker.  “We’ll just tie you onto some building or something.”
“I have been known to bring down buildings.”
“Well, don’t,” said Sam.  
“Wow.  No sympathy here, I see.”
“Nope,” said Sam and Tucker together.  
“Now go save the tourists,” said Sam, pushing him forward.
“They’re not really tourists,” said Danny.  But even so, he stepped across the line and into the gap.  
Into the labyrinth.  
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The in-between spaces of Amity Park did not immediately look like they were the in-between spaces of Amity.  Danny sometimes liked to imagine that they were what Amity Park used to look like, before it became a dozen different, mutually exclusive places.  That had to be impossible, though.  There was too much, too many different things, afterimages and fantasies and illusions.  
People walked on the streets, and cars drove, but they were transparent, projections from the layers of Amity immediately bordering this space.  Sometimes, they walked through each other, not noticing at all.  
Danny still flinched when it looked like cars were about to run into one another, and let out a breath of relief when they instead seemed to phase through each other.  
So he walked.  
He walked, and as he walked, the road began to change.  He began to change.  Facades paled.  Grecian columns reached up the sides of skyscrapers and ranch homes.  Brick turned to marble.  Danny’s t-shirt and jeans slowly, gently, became a chiton and chlamys, trimmed in red.  The Fenton Saber became a sword of green-tinted bronze, strapped to a belt around his waist.  His shoes became sandals, laced up to his knees.  
It wasn’t the first time Danny had worn clothing like this.  He did visit Pandora.  But he’d never worn it in Amity Park.  It was a little embarrassing.  The ancient Greeks’ idea of underwear was… lacking, in Danny’s opinion.  But it wasn’t as if anyone here could see him.  
The act of walking here also felt strange, and Danny couldn’t understand why this was needed.  Not really.  Not the act, not the ritual.  By virtue of his nature, he could duck in and out of anywhere in Amity whenever he wanted.  Mostly.  At least, he could find places to duck in and out whenever he wanted.  
He should have been able to find the missing students without any problem.  
But he hadn’t.  
And he still wasn’t finding them.  There was no pull.  No indication of what direction he should go, what direction he could find them in.  
Danny sighed, and the sky above boiled with stars.  
He looked up, not having expected that, then shrugged and continued to walk.  Things here were strange.
There were words on the walls, now, carved into the marble alongside window displays for cell phones and stationary.  Ἀστερίων, Ἀριάδνη, Θησεύς.  He traced Ἀριάδνη with his fingers.  It sparked gold, the same color as the string around Danny’s neck.  
And then the string flexed.  Pulled.  Spooled forward, winding into a ball in front of Danny.  A short thread was thrown off of the rapidly spinning ball and settled on Danny’s head before solidifying into something heavy and cold.
(Elsewhere, the end of the string tears itself out of Sam’s hand, disappearing into the rift between.)
“Oh,” said Danny.  He bit his lip and closed his eyes, and mentally apologized to his friends for worrying them.  “Theseus was from Athens.  Ariadne wasn’t just rich, she had authority over Crete.  We had the roles wrong.”
(Not that Danny really wanted authority over Amity Park.  That… just wasn’t his thing.  He didn’t want to be in charge.  He just wanted to protect.)
But this meant…  He needed to find one of the New Athens kids and get them to be Theseus.  
He didn’t want to do that.  He was here to rescue them, not to force them to rescue themselves.  And… iIf he could find one of them, couldn’t he find the others?  Finding them was the problem he’d started with.  If he could find them, he could bring them out.  
He stumbled as the section of string wrapped around his throat tightened.  That actually hurt!
Then it loosened and Danny took a deep breath.  
Narrative weight, right.  They were already trying this story.  Changing it or aborting it halfway would have consequences.  Ones that Danny didn’t want to deal with.  
He swallowed.  He couldn’t help but remember that in the story of Theseus and the Minotaur, many people, many Athenians, had died before Theseus had finally defeated the Minotaur.  When it was Danny in the role of Theseus, that hadn’t been a concern.  He was certain he could fight any monster, any ghost in the role of the Minotaur.  
But some random kid from New Athens?  One who had probably never seen a ghost, and who had been stuck here for days?  
That… that he wasn’t at all confident about.  
Sam had been right to be wary of the risks.  It was different, when someone else was facing them.  
He rolled the ball between his hands, feeling it over.  Power thrummed between his fingers, brighter and sharper than before.  A thin stripe of gold ran down the sidewalk, twisting over on itself and turning away from the main street.  
Danny sighed, and started to follow.  
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Danica was starting to panic.  
One moment, she’d been on the bus, falling asleep after a difficult meet despite how risky it was to fall asleep anywhere near Georgie and his so-called ‘artistic impulses.’  The next thing she knew, she was waking up on a sidewalk in some kind of nightmare city.  A nightmare city full of things that looked almost like people but were transparent and walked right through her as if she weren’t there.  
She didn’t know how long she’d been here, trying to figure out how she’d gotten here, where the bus was, where everything else was, but it felt like hours, at least.  She was starting to get hungry.  
She was starting to wonder if she’d gone crazy.  Or if this was what it was like to be dead.  And that was before the buildings started to melt into weird, semi-Greek-Revival messes.  
It was weird here, and she hated it.  She wanted to go home.  She wanted her mom.  She wanted to quit the track team and never have to deal with anything like this ever again.  
“Hello?” called a soft voice.  
She whipped around.  Up until now, this place had been eerily quiet.  
Standing just a few feet from her was a boy, one who could have stepped out of a history textbook.  He was wearing something like a cape, and a Greek-style tunic, white trimmed in red.  Tangled in his hair was a thin, golden circlet.  But the strangest thing about him was the ball of glowing golden string in his hand.  One end of it was wrapped around his neck.  
“You–!” said Danica, suddenly more furious than frightened.  “Did you bring me here?  Why?”
The boy shook his head.  “I didn’t bring you here.  Actually, I’m hoping to help you get out.  You and the rest of your teammates.”  
“They– They’re here, too?  And the coach–?”
“No, just your teammates,” said the boy.  He made a face.  “You guys kind of… Ran into a story.”
“A what?” demanded Danica, incredulous.  She’d also, incidentally, started to back away from the boy.  
“A story.  Have you heard of Theseus and the Minotaur?”
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“What if I don't want to do this?” asked the girl, after Danny had finished explaining.  “What if I can’t do this?”
Danny stared at her, a bit baffled.  The thing about being a ghost, even half a ghost, the thing about thinking like a ghost… Sometimes it was hard to wrap his head around other perspectives.  Especially when his friends, the only people he really talked to, were just as eager to jump in and help as he was.  
He hadn't wanted to make anyone risk themselves.  He wanted to bring them to safety without that.  He also hadn't expected that anyone would just… not want to help.
“Well, I suppose… I suppose you could follow me until I found one of your classmates who could?” he said.  “Although… I’m not sure if we can do that with this story.  It might be that I have to find someone alone and then they find everyone…  In which case you’d just have to wait for them.  Speaking of which, how long has this been for you?  On the outside, it’s been a few days, but you look a little too good for that.”
“I– What?  Days?  I haven’t been here for days.”
“Not from your perspective, maybe.  Time is weird.  Even without all this…”  He waved his hand, trying to indicate ghost weirdness in general.  “... stuff, even with just the things we can look at scientifically, it’s still relative.  Right now, you’re basically in a dimensional pocket.  Pocket dimension?  Whatever.  The point is, is time running at different rates really that strange, comparatively?  At least, it made it so that you didn’t starve before me and my friends were able to figure this out.”  He raised the ball of golden string, ignoring how the movement pulled on his neck.  “Right?”
The girl gave him a ‘why are you using science-fiction terms in what is clearly a fantasy scenario’ look.  At least, that’s how Danny chose to interpret it.  
He sighed.  “What’s your name, anyway?”
“Danica,” she said, then looked angry at herself and shrugged.  “Or Dani, I guess.”
“Huh, small world,” said Danny.  “That’s my sister’s name, too.”  Not to mention his.  Maybe Theseus’s story wasn’t the only one being echoed, with a coincidence like that.  
The girl continued to stare at him, this time with a ‘why the heck are you bringing that up while I’m having a crisis’ look.  Probably.  Danny tended to make a similar expression from time to time.  Usually when the ghosts he fought started having lovers’ quarrels in the middle of a fight.  
“So,” he said, awkwardly.  “You can come with me, of course, just to… test out what will happen?”
“Oh!” said Danica, suddenly.  “Just– Just give me that!”  She held out her hands for the ball of string.  
Danny beamed, and passed it to her.  It glowed even brighter.
“Now what?” she asked, staring at it nervously.  
“Now, you need this,” Danny said, taking off the sword and holding it out to her, hilt first.  “And then you search for your friends, and when you find them…”  He pinched a length of the string between the finger and thumb of her free hand.  “You follow this back out.”
Danica was much more reluctant to take the sword than the string.  But that was fine.  One of the two was for holding things together, the other was for taking things apart.  Danny knew which was easier, and which he was more comfortable with.  
“That's it.  Remember, it's just the members of your track team, okay?  The coach and the bus driver got out.”
“Okay,” said Danica.  She took a deep, steadying breath.  “Okay.  I can do this.”
Danny nodded encouragingly.  “Yes,” he said, “definitely.”
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Danny stepped out of the in-between, back into the alley he'd left Sam and Tucker in.  Except, it wasn't an alley anymore, but a thin dirt path between hedges.  
He was immediately tackled.  
“We thought we'd lost you!” said Sam.  Then she pulled back and examined him closely before looking pointedly behind him.  “Where're the track kids?”
Danny rubbed the back of his neck.  “Well.  In the story, Theseus is from Athens, remember?”
Sam groaned.  “They're having to do it themselves?”
“Yeah.  A girl named Danica.  Dani.  Believe it or not.”
“Wow,” said Tucker.  “Really?”
“Really.”
Danny turned to look behind him, tracing the string where it twisted away from reality and into not-space.
Tucker sighed.  “This is going to take a while, isn't it?”
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It took Danica surprisingly little time to find her teammates.  For all the time she’d spent wandering on her own, after she’d accepted the sword and the string, she’d located everyone in what felt like an hour.  Some of them were even in groups!
The problem was, she found too many of them.  
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“Mm,” said Danny, still worried.  “Probably.  I hope she doesn’t have to fight anything.”
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There had been fourteen of them.  She knew there had been fourteen of them, because the coach and the driver had both done headcounts, because of the number of people they were allowed to field in each event at this particular meet, and because she remembered that someone had been sick.  But there were, including her, fifteen kids now huddled in something that aesthetically hovered in-between the Parthenon and a shopping mall.  
She couldn’t remember who had been sick.  No one could.  But everyone wanted to convince her that it wasn’t them.  
Probably because she was the one with the sword.  
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“I think that if there was anything, it would have gone after Danny when he was searching earlier, right?” asked Sam.  
“Maybe,” said Danny.  “Unless it was scared of me.  I am pretty powerful.”
“And if Danny’s Ariadne in this, he was Ariadne at the beginning,” pointed out Tucker.  “The story was already going.  Ariadne never fought the Minotaur.”
“Astarion,” said Danny.  
“Huh?”
“That’s the Minotaur’s actual name,” said Sam.  She frowned slightly.  “He was Ariadne’s half-brother, you know.”
“Yeah,” said Danny, slowly.  “He was, wasn’t he?”
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“Listen,” said Danica, trying to mask the shake in her voice, “I’m sorry, but– But based on everything, you aren’t who you say you are.”  
There was nothing she could do about how badly the sword was shaking.  
“I am!” said the girl, who couldn’t be there, because Eliza had taken the one place in the 100 meter, and Jaylynn did the javelin, and Lachandra had done the high jump, and no one remembered her competing at all.  “I really am, I promise!”
It was convincing, her act.  But it had to be an act, it really did.
“Dani,” said Lachandra, “is it really that important?  I mean, if we take her with us?  We just want to get out.”
“But she could eat us,” said Kevin, who was a bit of a mythology buff on top of being a track nerd.  “She could– If this is the Minotaur story–  She’ll try to kill us and then–”
“I won’t!” shouted the girl.  Her eyes– For a moment, they changed color.  Red.  Her teeth were sharp, too.
Danica gritted her teeth and swung the sword down.  
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Danny caught her wrist, panting.  He’d followed the string back.  
“Wait,” he said, breathless.  “Wait.”
“Where–” said Danica, jerking back.  “Why–?”
Danny turned towards the ‘Minotaur.’  “Hi,” he said, trying to be as nonthreatening as possible.  “You’re one of Vlad’s aren’t you?”
Their face shimmered for a moment, and then– It was like looking into a mirror.  This wasn’t Dani - his Dani, Danielle - but a boy with red eyes.  He wore a chiton like Danny’s, but he looked starved, pale, terrified.  
He nodded.  
“There is,” said Danny, cautiously, “another story about escaping from the labyrinth.  How would you like to be Daedalus?”
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“What was that?” hissed Danica, as they walked away from… whatever that was.  “Why are you here, now, leading us out, when you couldn’t before?”
“Story is different now,” said Danny, tightly.  “And I was leading you out before.  Just with the string.”
“What if you get lost?” asked Kevin.  
Danny grinned at him.  “I won’t.  He isn’t trying to keep you in anymore.”
“Who isn’t?” asked Danica.  
“Daedalus.  Him.  He just wanted out, I think.  Sorry for– I’m sorry about all of this,” said Danny.  “I didn’t want to get other people involved in Amity Park stuff, and I especially didn’t want to get you involved in family stuff, but…”  He shrugged, then caught sight of an out.  It looked, from this side, like a slightly darker than expected gap between stately white pillars.  “Here we go!  And I think this one is next to the police station, too, so just, you know.  Check yourselves in.”
“Just like that?” asked Danica.  
“Just like that,” said Danny.  “I will need those back, though.”  He nodded at the string and sword.  
“Right,” said Danica.  She shoved both at him.  “I can’t believe– I would have kill that– Whatever– Whoever–”  She stopped, looking very much like she wanted to cry.  
“I’m sorry,” said Danny again, softly.  “But it is over now.”
The New Athens kids walked into the gap and vanished.  
The string dissolved into golden, glittering light and then settled in his hands as a pair of equally golden wings.  Danny laughed.  
“Okay,” he said.  He turned, bouncing a little.  “I get the picture.  I think we can avoid the Icarus problem, being ghosts and all.”
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virgamsysxvolumes · 1 year
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The titles that appear on each card in A Royal Flush when each ghost gets sealed away.
The Siren: Ember McClain
The Defiant: Kitty
The Unlucky: Johnny 13 and Shadow
The Youthful: Youngblood
The Despair: Penelope Spectra
The Sycophant: Bertrand
The Evergrowth: Undergrown
The Endless Dream: Nocturn
The Storm: Vortex
The Boxed: Boxy
The Writhing Meat: Lunch Lady
The Wild Hunt: Cujo
The Hunter: Skulker
The Writer: Ghost Writer
The Change: Amorpho
The Trickster: Sydney Poindexter
The Broken Wish: Desiree
The Warden: Walker
The Jailor: Bullet
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I like Danny's sealing baton looking kinda like this but without the wings and more cyberpunk with white and green coloring rather than the pinks and reds.
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ghostypeppers · 4 months
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What do u think of Sidney Poindexter? How would u redesign/rewrite him?
(HI I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ASK MY APOLOGIES)
Design wise I think hes fine, I dont think theres anything I could change- hes exactly what a 1950s nerd would of looked like (if pop culture is to be trusted at least)
I think id rewrite his whole epsiode though, like instead of painting Danny as the aggressor (when he clearly wasn't), Sydney Pointdexter could send Danny onto an arch where he gets more obsessed with petty revenge to the point where it starts going way too far.
The episode would still end with the same overall message (bullying bad), but having the addition of painting a clear line between "self defense/standing up for yourself" and "being a dick"
Ive heard other people talk about this idea before (and way better than I have) so this isnt exactly an original thought-- his debut episode is kinda weak, which sucks because as someone who was bullied a lot back at school I really wanted to connect to him.
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TIL Sydney Poindexter is voiced by the camp leader from Addams Family Values
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Wanted to see what it'd look like if my Sidney had a 50's TV glitch affect. Got the idea from a cool fanart involving Sid raging out from @letswonderspirit
Here's the Fanart it's super cool!!!!
What do u think? I'd love to know💖
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Ooo so what's the difference between a Wraith and a regular Ghost?
Well, for starters they're the Ghost equivalent to Titans. There's a power hierarchy in the Ghost Zone just like Mewni and Earth.
Shades are the weakest Ghosts, little form to them and are your generic Ghosts like the Ecto-pusses, Cujo, the Ghost Animals from Vlad's cabin in the woods.
Spirits make up the majority of the Ghost Zone populace, with your standard Ghosts like the BOX GHOOOOOOOST!, all the Ghosts Desiree created (Femalien, Terminatra Nightmerica), Sydney Poindexter, Lunch Lady.
Phantoms are the other majority of the populace. Way stronger, more variety, and the likes of which are most of Danny's classic rogues: Skulker, Desiree, Spectra, Ember, and Fright Knight to name a few.
Wraiths are akin to Titans and are the top dogs of the Ghost Zone. Y'know, real powerful guys like Nocturne, Vortex, Undergrowth, Frostbite, Clockwork.
Then, of course, there's the ruler of the Ghost Zone. Pariah Dark during the present time, Envie in the future AU. There's no real fixed title. Pariah's called the Ghost King, "Tyrant Dark," King of the Ghost Zone. Envie chose "God Queen" to supplant Pariah's previous titles. Most call her that title. Most.
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Just read through your night at the school fic and was wondering if you wanted to like lore dump or something
I really enjoyed it and trying to pick out which ghosts corresponded to each event (like the box ghost in the cafeteria with lunch lady)
I'd love to!
I used 4 spirits in that fic...
1) the Lunch Lady, who the trio bothered in the kitchen and got her to try and throw something at them.
2) Sidney Poindexter who Danny was communicating with in the hallway (and who warned him Tucker was getting attacked)
3) Spectra, who was sucking the joy out of Tucker and leaving him miserable.
The fourth one is one that I think some people missed just because he's always playing second fiddle to Spectra, but the entity that attacks Danny when they're trying to get to him is Bertrand.
I also used the word entity rather than ghost there, and that's intentional. Spectra and Bertrand aren't really what you'd consider stereotypical ghosts in this. They're energy vampires / demonic entities, rather than a lost spirit.
They know EXACTLY what they're doing and they're loving it.
One thing that I wanted to include in the fic but I didn't really find a good spot for it, is that Spectra and Bertrand are continuing to bully Sydney. At one point there's a comment about Danny saying that the Lunch Lady wasn't malicious but he never said that Sydney wasn't.
The way Danny's powers work in this AU is that when he approaches where a spirit is, he can sense they're there and clock their vibes. A spirit CAN hide from him, but not perfectly. He'll still know they're there but he might not know exactly where they're at.
So Danny thought Sydney was a violent ghost because he gets to see him, and can sense Spectra and Bertrand hovering around their favorite play toy/meal.
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kristencsummerlin · 6 months
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More school uniforms. If you have noticed the pattern I use for them is a cent sign. This is because Nickolas High School's mascot is a Nickel. So the cent sign is their only choice of pattern besides plaid and fishnet lace.
Also due to the school having Aquatic beings attending. To keep them hydrated they can simply ask for water and the roof will spray them with water. Sadly though, this means if any student says water, liquid, or aqua they will also get sprayed with water. And if students say "I don't know." They get slime poured onto them. Get the reference? Lol
Anyway more uniforms
Star: Blue and Pink
We start with Star from Danny Phantom. I gave her the last name Thompson because I gave everyone last names.
Spike: Black and Blue
The phandom community has made Spike Jazz's friend and I LIVE for it. My sister was laughing at his tie.
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Sidney Poindexter: Blue and White
Like Ember he has a uniform even though he'll attend the school like one chapter/issue. Still worth drawing the uniform. He's also the last of the Danny Phantom characters.
Jenny Wakeman: Blue and Light Blue
Now we're on My Life as a Teenage Robot and those characters.
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Sheldon Lee: Dark Blue and Blue
The nerd who has a major crush on Jenny. He's more than likely gonna wear his big coat over.
Brad Carbunkle: Blue and White
Jenny's bestie.
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Brit Crust: Black and Orange
The Crust cousins. I think they would have a rivalry with Paulina and Star over who's more popular. Not all popular students get along lol.
Tiff Crust: Black and Orange
The cousins also HATE having to wear uniforms because they love showing off their fashion.
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Misty: Purple and Blue
Like Ember and Sydney. She's probably only show up in one chapter as the antagonist or one of the antagonists.
Don Prima: Brown and Orange
This man cried over a scrap on his shoes. You just gotta love him.
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Jenny's Exo Skin: Dark Blue and Blue
Again, one time villain. Still she has a uniform.
Glenn Wakeman: Dark Green and Slime Green
Jenny's younger plant cousin. He's like a preteen Swamp Thing. I imagine him hanging out with Dani.
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hannahmanderr · 10 months
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Supernova - Prologue
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Summary: The Ghost Zone is tearing itself apart. The instability threatens the future of both Earth and the Infinite Realms. Danny isn't exactly thrilled that for some reason, the responsibility to restore balance falls on him. And he's definitely not thrilled at the prospect of having to use the Ring and the Crown to do so. (Ghost King AU)
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Contrary to popular belief, the Infinite Realms do have a center. Not a physical center, to say, but a center nonetheless.
It is from this center that a shudder rippled across the Realms.
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Of all the ghosts to notice the shudder, Sydney Poindexter was the first.
“Wowza!” He shook out his head and his shoulders. “That meatloaf just goes right through ya, huh?”
He didn’t notice how the ectoplasmic construct of Casper High and its students flickered violently for the briefest of moments.
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Skulker grinned as the pegasus he had his sights set on inched closer to the trap he’d laid out. “That’s it, just a little more,” he said, not daring to speak above a whisper. He’d been hunting this particular pegasus for nearly three weeks now, and each time he’d gotten close, it’d slipped out of his grasp.
Today would be different.
The pegasus’ nose flared as it sniffed the fiery flowers he’d set up as a food bait. He tensed in anticipation. So close now, just a couple feet further…
The shudder tore through the Badlands.
Skulker, caught off-guard, stumbled backwards as it passed through him. The pegasus whinnied in fear and bolted away.
For a moment, he could only sit there in stunned silence, not even caring that he’d just lost his quarry again. “What in blazes…?”
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A yeti barreled into Frostbite’s cave, gasping his name. 
Frostbite was already standing. “Gruefang,” he said. “I take it you felt it as well?”
“Yes, Chief,” Gruefang nodded. “Even the young felt it, and you know their bodies are not as in tune with the environment.”
The look on Frostbite’s face was grave, completely unlike his ironically warm demeanor. “Then it may be worse than I feared.”
In three quick strides, he crossed the cavern and opened a chest to pull out two scrolls. One was small and blank; the other was much larger, much more weathered, and detailed on both sides with drawings of islands, doors, portals, and other landmarks.
“The Infi-Map?” Gruefang asked, peering over Frostbite’s shoulder. “What do you intend to do with it?”
“Summon Fleetfloe,” Frostbite instructed. He unrolled the blank scroll and began to write on it with a claw dipped in ink. “Tell her I need her to carry a message to the Acropolis of Asphodel for me.”
“Of course, Chief. What is the message?”
Frostbite hastily finished scrawling his written message on the scroll, then rolled it back up and fastened it shut with a seal of ice. “This should have the relevant details,” he said, handing both it and the Infi-Map to Gruefang. “She should seek out the Lady Pandora and tell her… tell her I must know if Kilaris grows unstable. If it is as I suspect, then we cannot delay action any longer.”
Gruefang’s beady eyes grew wide. “Kilaris?” he whispered, as though saying the name any louder would cause it to shatter. “Are you certain?”
“... unfortunately so.” If possible, a heavier weight seemed to fall over Frostbite’s shoulders. “Go quickly. There is no time to waste.
“And… pray that I am wrong,” he added quietly as Gruefang sprinted out of the cave.
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Clockwork’s tower was not immune to the shudder, either. The hundreds of clocks spread across Long Now each stumbled over a few misplaced seconds as the shudder washed over them. 
If Clockwork himself felt it pass through him, though, he did not show it. He simply kept his gaze fixed resolutely on the time window in front of him, showing Fleetfloe rapidly approaching the Acropolis. A sigh escaped him and echoed into the chorus of clocks that had resumed their ticking.
Everything was as it should be.
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Vlad massaged his temple as he stormed into his City Hall office. The meeting with the head of the city council had been just as insufferable as he’d predicted - as these meetings always were.
Bureaucracy and its silly complexities. If he could, he’d choose to run Amity Park the same way he ran his businesses, with him as the ultimate decision maker. Things would just be so much simpler. 
He collapsed into his desk chair with a dramatic flourish. Barely 10:30 in the morning and he was already nursing a migraine. Splendid. 
Perhaps a pick-me-up was in order.
He rummaged in his desk - quite literally in his desk, he phased a hand into a hollowed out compartment he’d personally installed - and pulled out a silver flask. He popped off the cap and took a deep inhale of the green vapor that drifted out of the top. Yes, this blend of ectoplasmic supplements would work nicely to stimulate his ghost half’s healing.
He raised the flask in a sardonic toast to no one in particular. “Another day, yet another problem to solve,” he said in his driest voice.
He’d no sooner than put the flask to his lips when the shudder passed through him.
Acidic green liquid stained the rug as the flask fell from his grasp. The feeling that flooded Vlad took him back over twenty years, to before he’d even had his accident, when he and Jack had woken up with strong hangovers after crashing a party. His sudden nausea and the cloudiness in his head so strongly reminded him of that memory that he wondered briefly if he’d consumed too much wine at last night’s dinner party (an inane thought; his hybrid metabolism quite literally burned through alcohol).
The feeling only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing without a trace.
“Mayor Masters!” the secretary cried as she burst into the office. Vlad hurriedly nudged his overcoat off the back of his chair and kicked it into a heap over the stain of ectoplasm on the rug. “I heard a noise, are you alright?”
“Just fine, Marta,” he said through a thin smile. “I only dropped my phone.”
Her forehead crinkled. “I could’ve sworn I heard someone shouting in here.”
“Mm, no? It’s just me in here.”
“Huh.” Marta did not seem completely satisfied with this answer, but she turned to leave anyway. “Alright, well… just let me know before you head out to that lunch interview. I’ll need to give you those files.” She walked away shaking her head muttering to herself.
It wasn’t until the door clicked into place that Vlad relaxed, but only marginally. There was no telling what that feeling had truly been, and he did not like not knowing things.
Well, that wasn’t completely true. There was one thing he knew for certain. 
Whatever it had been, it had most definitely been ghost related, and he suspected he knew exactly what had caused it. Still, there was one person he probably needed to talk to in order to confirm his suspicions.
He pulled his personal cell phone out of his pocket and thumbed through his contacts. It didn’t take long to find the one he was looking for.
“... Ah, Jack! I’m so glad you picked up, I wanted to ask you something…”
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The epicenter of the shudder and the center of the Infinite Realms, as it turns out, was located within a crumbling castle with nothing around it as far as the eye could see. 
Of course, the force of the shudder shook the castle. Not with any sort of violence, but just enough to knock a few pieces of stone rubble from the walls. One of those pieces of stone fell from the ceiling of the throne chamber. 
It fell and struck a coffin leaning against the throne.
A crack emerged.
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“You’re so full of it. The Cruiser Gravity Rifle is a million times better at beating Sollix than the Titanium Crossbow.” 
Sam scoffed at Tucker’s claim. “Please. How long have you been playing DOOMED again? The Cruiser Gravity Rifle is so not worth the recharge cycle it goes through. You can get way more consistent damage with the Titanium Crossbow.”
“What do you mean it’s not worth the recharge cycle?” Tucker protested. “At least you can get off more than one shot before you have to reload!”
“You also realize Sollix is, like, the lowest level troll boss in the whole game, right? You don’t even need a heavy-hitter to beat him. I bet there’s even a melee weapon that works well with him.”
“That’s what I did,” Danny chimed in. “The Blood-Forged Silver Shortsword worked pretty well for me.”
“That doesn’t count, ‘cause you phased back into the game to avoid having to deal with the crappy melee mechanics,” Tucker said. He flopped onto the grass unceremoniously. “Say what you want, but at least I’m not a cheater.”
“Hey!” Danny let go of Sam’s sneaker long enough to smack Tucker. “It’s not cheating if it’s a game mechanic.”
“Okay, but is it a game mechanic?” Sam grunted. She couldn’t stand doing crunches and pushups and such. Cardio was definitely more her speed.
Danny shrugged. “It’s not a bug and they haven’t patched it, so I’d call it a game mechanic.”
“Dude, you can’t exactly patch out ghosts overshadowing the game.”
A shrill whistle echoed across the field. “Alright! That’s time!” Coach Tetslaff hollered from her spot on the sideline. “Fill in your sheet and rotate partners.”
Sam rolled off of the mat and laid spread-eagle on the grass. Yeah, she’d be feeling that in the morning. Just like her to try and show off in gym class. “How many, D?”
“83. Showoff.” He set the worksheet down and climbed onto the mat. “C’mon, Tuck, you’re holding for me.”
Tucker groaned dramatically, but got up onto his knees anyway. “Just so you know,” he said, giving Danny a pointed look, “I’m only doing this ‘cause I’m hot and you’re a walking AC unit.”
“Also ‘cause your mom said she’d have your head if your gym grade doesn’t get any better. Not to mention Tetslaff will ream you if you don’t. She’s still mad at you for that stunt you tried to pull last week,” Sam added helpfully, cheeky grin and all.
Tucker’s glare turned to her. “How was I supposed to know she’d actually call the fake number and check?”
Danny folded his arms behind his head. “Probably ‘cause she was suspicious in the first place. I mean, the crutches were a little much for a sprained ankle.”
“Mom’s a nurse, she’s given crutches to plenty of -”
Another short whistle sounded. “Come on, hustle!” Tetslaff called. “You all ready? Then get goin’! Two minutes!”
With a grunt, Danny started doing his crunches. Sam watched with mild interest. Sure, last year’s Presidential Fitness Exam hadn’t gone the best for him, but he could pull through when need be. And there was no denying his ghost powers offered him a bit of an advantage, even if it didn’t totally show while in human form. He’d knocked the self-defense unit out of the park, after all.
“I was saying that Mom’s given crutches to people with sprained ankles before,” Tucker said. 
“Yeah? And how many is that?” Sam figured she didn’t need to know the exact number to know the answer.
His face flushed red. “I don’t - well, you know… she can’t tell me ‘cause of hippo,” he said, finishing with a smug smile. The uncertainty behind his eyes was way too obvious, though.
Sam gave him a look of disbelief. “Are you for real? Your mom is a nurse and you don’t even know it’s called HIPAA?”
“... Hippo, HIPAA, to-may-to, to-mah-to. Besides, I -” he cut off abruptly and looked down with a frown. “Uh, Danny? You okay dude?”
Sam glanced over to see Danny had stopped his crunches and was now sitting up with his hands held tightly over his sternum. All the color had drained from his face, and there was a noticeable drop in the temperature. 
Immediately, her internal alarms started blaring. She bolted upright. “Is it your ghost sense?” she asked, but she again suspected she knew the answer.
His mouth opened and closed a few times. “I don’t… I…” His brows furrowed, and he stared fixedly at Tucker’s chest, though his gaze was unfocused and glassy. “I… think something - something’s…”
Tucker reached for Danny’s water bottle. “Do you need your - oh, what the f-”
Green liquid funneled out of the top of the water bottle and slowly drifted aimlessly around Danny in little tendrils. Sam watched with wide eyes. Sure, she’d seen a lot of weird stuff since Danny had become half-ghost (a lot of weird stuff), but ectoplasm… It had never done this around him before.
Danny didn’t even seem to notice. He just continued to stare at the same spot, even as his eyes began to burn Phantom green. 
Then, just as suddenly as it had escalated, the floating ectoplasm stopped and fell to the ground, splashing all over the mat and the grass.
Before Sam could react, Danny leaned over and promptly threw up.
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