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phantomskeep · 1 year

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Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" Excerpts Pt. 1

okay yes I am impatient and I kind of want feedback on this idea, so have some excerpts from the Dead on Main fic I'm writing! \o/ (also I have no idea how to format things LOL). There is a very, VERY large timeskip between E1 and E2, btw. Criticisms and opinions are very welcomed!

Warning for small bits of violence in E1, and for mention of blood in E2 as well as a suggestive ending ;)

------- Excerpt One -------

Danny sometimes wishes he could travel through time. Don’t get him wrong! He knows the danger of messing up the time stream (Dan, Desiree, and Clockwork all taught him that much) but there are still times when he’ll sit on top of a building, staring at the stars, wondering what he would change given half the chance.

Currently, however, he was debating on his life choices while not on a rooftop.

White gloved hands shakily grasped broken concrete, slowly lifting his broken body out of the crater in the middle of some random street. The latest ghost who decided to try their hand at using Danny as a punching bag was one that he hadn’t encountered before. His usual roster of ghostly enemies still came by, of course. Ember, Skulker, Lunch Lady, Johnny 13, Kitty and Box Ghost at least visited Amity Park once a week, if not more. However, the ghostly entity that Danny was currently facing? He had never seen them before.

As Danny raised himself out of his impromptu resting place he considered the being before him. Dark, void black skin and fur greeted him. The ghost’s face was an odd cross between a horse’s and dogs - long, block-shaped snout with a mouth reaching right up to under their dark red eyes. Pointed ears flicked wildly back and forth between a long mane that reached just up until the collar of the ghost’s thick golden necklace. The ghost’s choice of clothes baffled the white-haired ghost greatly, black dress shirt and (oddly enough) bright golden skinny jeans? Really? Who died and thought that was a good fashion choice?

Yeah, Danny was just as confused.

The other ghost looked down at the young halfa, “I cannot fathom how you are the one Hotep described to me.” He sneered, clearly mocking Danny. “The great Akuris will easily defeat such a pathetic child.”

Danny gasped, mock-offended. “Well, Mr. Fursuit, I will have you know that at least I don’t dress like an accountant in the middle of a mid-life crisis.” He smirked before resting a soul-piercing green glare at the larger ghost floating above where Danny stood. “Or would it be mid-afterlife crisis?”

With that, Danny leapt back into action. He swung a powerful punch directly into Akuris’s long muzzle causing the dark ghost to be pushed back. Amity Park’s ghostly hero did not relent on his assault, though. Danny followed the other ghost’s backwards momentum to bodily slam into his opponent’s soft belly in a move he often saw Dash pull during his football practices. The twenty year old halfa quickly grabbed the Fenton thermos off of his belt loop, taking the opportunity to finally capture the winded ghost.

A great sigh left Danny’s body as he hovered in the air, surveying the damage leftover from the fight between the two. It was well around two in the morning, judging by the placement of the twinkling stars. Today was the day of his coronation - exactly five years after he defeated Pariah Dark.

Originally, Danny was told he was technically king of the Ghost Zone in the aftermath of the battle. The young ghost had argued with the mysterious time-themed ghost named Clockwork who appeared. Danny was successfully able to get a five-year grace period of kingly procrastination.

Since then, Danny had grown up a little bit. He defeated his alternate evil self, discovered new powers, traveled through time on Clockwork’s request, graduated highschool, took a gap year to focus solely on fighting ghosts, and successfully never let his parents or the world know about his ghostly half. All in all, Danny considered it a successful five years.

All good things must come to an end, though. The half ghost kept staring dejectedly at the stars so far away. He knew that even though he probably *should* tell his parents what was going on, the fear of everything going wrong lurked in the back of his mind. After the events of Dan, the young man pulled away from his parents bit by bit. It was grief that drove Danny to rip out the most vulnerable parts of himself, after all. If he had nothing to grieve about then he would never be pushed into doing something as drastic like destroying the world, right?

Jazz disagreed very heavily with his mentality, but he was fine with that.

Another sigh left the poor halfa’s body and he re-hooked the Fenton Thermos to his beltloop. He might as well go back home to continue to lick his wounds before Danny had to, unfortunately, be crowned king. What a shitty Tuesday.

------- Excerpt Two -------

A delightful aroma wafted through the late morning air, easily slipping between the weak rays of sunlight filtered through the windows. Jason slowly blinked as he shuffled his way out of bed, slightly wincing when his bruised leg hit the time-worn wooden floors. He still hadn’t fully recovered from the latest fight with Scarecrow – something Danny certainly wasn’t letting him forget. Thinking of the ghostly man, Jason glanced over to the other side of their shared bed only to see the sheets rumpled but obviously used. With a small sigh, Jason pushed himself off his mattress and started his sleepy trek into the apartment’s kitchen.

The sight of a smaller, pale man with his exposed back to Jason was always something the man longed to see. The first time Danny was relaxed and comfortable enough around Jason’s home (and by extension, Jason himself) to make the pair breakfast had rapidly become one of the man’s most favorite memories. It made the middle of his chest hum with feelings of pride-safe-I-did-that-yes-home-safe. Of course, seeing his boyfriend only in space-themed boxers was something Jason loved for another reason, as well.

Danny let out a small laugh, pushing back against the strong chest bracing him. “Jason,” he whined, dragging out the man’s name. The other man just hummed and dropped his chin on top of Danny’s head. Large arms wrapped securely around the younger man’s torso and waist, Jason’s steady breaths moving Danny’s smaller body as the Crime Lord hugged his lover from behind.

“Yes?” The taller man asked.

Danny half-turned his head to look into Jason’s similar crystal blue eyes. “If you keep this up the pancakes are going to end up burnt,” he warned half-heartedly.

A deep chuckle shook the smaller man’s body and Danny couldn’t help but purr contently at the feeling. Jason always made the younger feel so safe. Even when he came back to their shitty little apartment deep into the heart of Crime Alley covered in blood, or when the Pit Rage got the better of Jason so early into their relationship. Jason, to Danny, felt so much like home sometimes it physically hurt.

��What if,” Jason said slyly, blue eyes-half lidded with promise. He leaned closer onto Danny’s body, his mouth ghosting across a pointed ear. “I wanted something different for breakfast instead?”

Danny gasped as Jason finally captured his lips in a kiss. Calloused, practiced hands ran over cold cheeks and through soft hair. The half-ghost ran one hand along the stove’s counter, finding the dial to turn off the stove quickly. The man turned around in the comforting embrace before fully facing Jason.

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aaaand yeah that's it! I'm slowly finishing up chapter one and I'm hoping to get it posted this weekend ^-^

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teecupangel · 1 year

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How about a reverse of animal Desmond in the past, and instead it's his ancestor's, as animals, in the future? Maybe watching Desmond as he goes through the memories with the Animus and his eventual 'death' via Isu BS. (And witnessing Bill's punch, oof.)

I read ‘ancestors as animals’ and immediately thought: “Desmond as a Disney Princess? Desmond as a Disney Princes???” XD

Okay.

So this seems like a two part scenario with the first part being more like a prologue of Desmond’s ancestors being able to watch Desmond from the past. Maybe during the time that they were in possession of the Apple.

Although that would be a bit hard to explain because Ratonhnhaké:ton thought the Apple he received from Washington was dangerous and he would never willingly ‘poke’ it.

So an alternative would be that they all catch a glimpse of Desmond while the Apple is in their possession but they believe that it is meant to entice them to touch the Apple more, to find out more, and let the Apple sink its claws into them further and further.

So they resist its calls. Even Ezio who had been given a glimpse of someone saying the name ‘Desmond’ and a vision of a man turning to face him. But he had been so tempted. So very tempted that it was only because he was not alone that he could resist the temptation. It was only because he knew the effects it had on Leonardo after Cesare made him access the Apple’s knowledge that stops him from succumbing to it.

But Altaïr… Altaïr had resisted for so long, had controlled himself, and only studied the Apple for a specific amount of time. Then… Sef died… Malik died… Maria died… And Darim left him.

All alone.

And so Altaïr stopped resisting. He let the calls of the Apple consume him.

And that’s when he met Desmond Miles.

No.

Not met.

He watched.

And he felt the loss of another loved one, of a family member, once more.

So when Altaïr took his final steps in a library void of any knowledge or books.

He whispered to the Apple his final command.

An Apple that had long bent to his will.

An Apple corrupted by the will of one poor miserable old man who was tired of losing everything.

And that whisper became a wave that corrupted every other POE connected to the same network as this abomination formed by both the will of the Isus and that of an old man with a lot of time in his hands.

The wave grew into a tsunami…

That covered and destroyed part of the calculations that the Isus have prepared.

Not enough to change the events that must come to pass.

But just big enough…

To wash old entities into the final part of the calculations, destroying what was meant to happen.

And creating a pit of sand where a castle could be built…

And destroyed once more.

Now. For the second part!

The easiest way would be if the animal turned Assassins found their way to Desmond on their own while he was growing up.

And it would be so easy for all of them to be different types of eagles or some other kind of avian but I kinda like the idea that Desmond’s main ancestors would be Ratonhnhaké:ton’s DLC animal spirits and it’ll be:

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Ratonhnhaké:ton is the wolf because Connor means ‘lovers of wolves’ or ‘master of hounds’ and he has to have the ability to call ghost wolves with a howl.

He finds Desmond while he’s in New York (maybe before he was a bartender) as a cub and Desmond thought he was a dog.

By the time Ratonhnhaké:ton had grown into an actual full-sized wolf, Desmond knew he was a wolf but just kept telling anyone who ask if that was a fucking wolf that it’s a ‘dog’.

Because he doesn’t want anyone to call animal control, Ratonhnhaké:ton has to stay in his apartment.

Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to save Desmond when he got captured by Cross but he was too late and he spent the entire time of AC1 and AC2 trying to find a way to get from New York to Rome.

Shaun almost had a heart attack when Ratonhnhaké:ton entered their hideout during one of Desmond’s Animus sessions.

Desmond likes to say “don’t be stupid, Shaun, he’s obviously a dog.” to Shaun, straight out lying to him. (He’s not trying to gaslight Shaun but if Shaun starts doubting himself, that’s on him)

Ezio

Okay, I know Ezio means eagle as well but Altaïr is gonna be the eagle and nothing can change my mind on that.

Which means Ezio gets to be the bear that they find sleeping in the Sanctuary underneath Villa Auditore.

Like, Desmond and Lucy just enters thru the ‘back door’ of the Sanctuary and Lucy’s like “Desmond… don’t move.” and Desmond’s like “???” then he sees the bear and goes “Holy shit, Lucy… is that a fucking bear” “Sssshhh, it’s still sleeping. Let’s just bac-”

Ezio wakes up and yawns, making both of them freeze before he turns to see Desmond and his bear face lits up because “Desmond!” which sounds like a bear roar to them.

Cue Desmond and Lucy screaming in a high-pitched tones when the bear suddenly charges them and then we have a comedic chase scene where Ezio the bear chases Desmond around the Sanctuary while Lucy climbs one of the statues because every man for themselves, Desmond, oh screw you Lucy!

It finally ends with Ezio bodyslamming Desmond and… just staying on top of Desmond and giving him a bear hug. Ezio is a big bear and Desmond just lies there, thinking yeah, play dead, might work.

Once it’s certain that the bear just wants to hold Desmond (and groom his hair apparently), Lucy gingerly walks away, ignoring Desmond’s death glare, to open the secret passage.

Ratonhnhaké:ton the wolf rush inside because he heard Desmond shouting and, really, it took both Shaun and Rebecca’s combined weight to stop him from trying to follow Desmond and Lucy in that underground passage.

It ends with the wolf and the bear just chilling near Desmond whenever he’s in the Animus and the three humans that are not named Desmond are starting to think that something strange is going on.

Altaïr

Okay, so Altaïr is an eagle in this one and he’d been trying to find Desmond because, out of all the ancestors, he’s the only one who actually thought… yeeaaahhh… this is probably my fault.

Unfortunately, his clearest memories of Desmond are when he had been abducted by Abstergo and got sent to Rome so he caught up to Desmond while he’s in the Rome facility in AC1.

He tried to help the Assassin team that tried to get Desmond out but they were outgunned and no one really paid attention to a fucking eagle until it started crying at them and leading them out of the ambush point they found themselves in.

After that, Altaïr had to leave because Abstergo seemed to think he’s some kind of Assassin spy. What? Did they think Assassins could have some kind of special bonds with an eagle or something? How ridiculous.

Anyway, the heightened security of Abstergo kept Altaïr from thinking of how to help Desmond out and, really, it was a good thing Lucy got him out because Altaïr had been debating how painful it would be to divebomb the wall of windows in the Animus level.

He follows them to the warehouse hideout and had been planning to make himself known when he sees the wolf barreling inside and… well… Altaïr could feel something different with that wolf. So he just… starts observing them first, perched in one of the many beams, silent and quiet.

When they got to Villa Auditore, Altaïr had been tempted to follow them in the mines but decided to just wait for a bit. Something was deep underground that felt the same as the wolf. He just doesn’t know what.

Altaïr was pretty sure he’d been quite sneaky but then Desmond climbs up the tree he had been using to keep a lookout of the villa and asks if he had followed them from Rome and Altaïr is impressed that Desmond actually found him. He must be better than Altaïr assumed (no, Desmond always knew he was around because he gave off the same feeling the wolf and the bear gives him) and Altaïr finally decides to join Desmond and sits on his shoulder as they make their way back to the Sanctuary.

When they get there, Shaun takes one long look at the eagle on Desmond’s shoulder, turns to stare at the wolf and bear near the Animus and just… gives up. Just one long suffering sigh and turns around while rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Other possible animals to include:

Edward: It would be fun to make him some kind of fish like maybe a goldfish or a beta fish that Desmond could keep in a small aquarium in his apartment. Like, he has no real ‘importance’ to the plot but he kept Desmond company before the plot. He could also be a jackdaw because that’s the name of his ship. XD

Haytham: Some kind of fluffy cat. He’s so fluffy he keeps getting petted which stops him from doing whatever he was planning to do. Seriously. He’s been taken to the pound and adopted so many times that Haytham has lost track (of how many times he had been taken and where Desmond was)

Aquilus: It would be fun if he was one of the guard dogs that the Farm had. He always let Desmond pet him and tried to console him as a kid. When Desmond ran away, Aquilus helped him navigate the forest before staying behind even though Desmond begged him to come with him. Aquilus stayed on the Farm to keep the other guard dogs from chasing Desmond’s scent and helping Desmond leave.

Other possible MC turned animal (I just went with my first thought so none of this… other than Arno… are sorta final?):

Shay: I’m thinking crow since that’s one of the Morrígan’s primary ‘forms’

Arno: Okay, okay. So… hear me out. Arno as a… sea otter. Wait, wait, wait. I have a reason for it! Sorta. Kinda. Anyway. Arno shares the same birthday (August 26) as one of the oldest sea otters right now: Rosa the Sea Otter. ……… Yeah, that’s it. That’s the reason why I want Arno to be a sea otter. I said I had a reason, I never said it was a ‘good’ reason.

Jacob and Evie: a pair of corgi the same size and breed as Desmond the Dog. Jacob believes that whoever reincarnated them as corgis had a bad sense of humor. They get mistaken for the royal corgis a lot and it’s quite annoying.

Bayek: Amun is usually symbolized by the ram-headed sphinx so a ram maybe?

Aya: the same snake that she got the venom she gave to Cleopatra

Kassandra: Okay, this is gonna be weird, probably, but I’m thinking maybe a goat? And! It’s not because she put the eye of ‘Cyclops’ into a goat’s ass, alright? Her ship is based on the goddess who nurtured Zeus and she used goat’s milk in that myth so I thought… it kinda works??? Also, it would be funny if Kassandra wondered if she was being punished for the whole eye on the goat’s ass incident by being turned into one.

Eivor: Raven the same shade and size as Sýnin.

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magicalmonsterhero · 1 year

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No Hero ‘AMV’

An ‘AMV’ of JT Music’s Venom fan song “No Hero”, featuring Danny Phantom

Dedicated to @dp-marvel94

(Open on the ‘Danny activates the portal’ scene from the DP intro. Cut to human form Danny looking in the mirror and seeing his ghost form staring back.)

I got a darkness inside and it's talking to me.

I feel it rumble and writhe like a hungry disease.

A face so ugly I hide, but it longs to be free.

Once I've brought it to light, I'll be gone underneath.

(Danny backs away from the mirror in horror, but as he looks down at his hands, he turns into his ghost form.)

Swallowed, consumed,

I am one with the beast.

You're not me!

Who are you?

What are we?

When I look at the face in the mirror I see

Just a shell of myself...

I can tell you're no hero to me.

(Shot of Danny in his room, freaking out as he shifts between human and ghost forms. Cut to Danny talking to Sam and Tucker, who try to comfort him with little success.)

I've got something gut tattering, blood blackening.

My anatomy's unraveling, what's happening?

Genetically unfettered immortality,

A mask that I’ll have on far beyond Halloween...

Just from one touch fastening, attached to me,

Feels like I'm galactically drug trafficking,

Just dabbled and got addicted, I love agony,

Identity gone, nothing much left of me!

(Shots of Danny trying desperately to control his intangibility and invisibility. Cut to Danny in human form, floating in a neon green void, face to face with his ghost form. The latter takes the former’s hands and gives him a reassuring smile.)

I've become an unnatural catastrophe

Infested with unfathomable fantasies!

Never knew there was such madness untapped in me.

Some venomous entity that we've become, haven't we?

We're ravaging our enemies compatibly.

Dulled faculties I've forgotten, what's empathy?

As a matter of fact, lost all sense of me.

Doesn't matter cuz Venom's what we are meant to be!

(Cut to Danny looking into the bathroom mirror. He places a hand on the glass before closing his eyes and transforming into his ghost form.)

Tongue's wrapping around, stomach growling now,

Hungry ravenous power, but I've atrophied, how?

Won't be captured and held, I will rattle the cell!

Far from God's grace, I already fell!

Blood drunk from the carnage, I think I'm gonna drown,

Like the devil himself has been dragging me down!

But I've actually found part of heaven in hell,

We will topple your steeples and we'll shatter the bells!

(Opening his eyes, Danny allows himself to rise off the ground. A wide smile appears on his face, and he flies through the door and out of his bedroom window.)

Oooh, right never felt so wrong,I know we've both walked paths on which we don't belong,And now I have no doubt, if I cast you out,I'll be left with half myself.

(Shots of Danny flying over Amity Park, grinning and laughing all the while.)

I got a darkness inside and it's walking with me.

I'm buckled up for the ride with a hunger to feed.

I don't want you to hide if you long to be free.

We're no hero tonight, we're the monster you need!

(Cut to several ghosts causing mayhem in the mall. Suddenly, Danny becomes visible, floating behind them with a mischievous grin. The ghosts turn to attack, but Danny just smirks confidently. The video ends with Danny charging in, no longer afraid of what he’s become.)

Swallowed, consumed,

Venom running through me.

I won't be,

Nor will you,

Only we.

Now I look at the face in the mirror and see

Just how fearsome we are,

But you're far from a hero to me!

#Danny Phantom #song lyrics #jt music

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 6 months

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OH SHIT before I go to bed just remembered a cool dream I had while napping from pain.

ok so c!dream got like infected by this glitch thing? it was sorta like the egg but not really, it was like an enemy of the egg. but like this glitch thing attached to him like a parasite and he grew all glitchy and monstrous and shit and the glitch entity used him to try and destroy the egg. i think it could only possess one person but could give them a lot of power? and presumably had some way of destroying other parasitic entities. idk the dream was from c!tommy's perspective so i only got bits and pieces.

anyway the way the possession worked was basically it broke down and switched all of c!dreams goals and morals (well what little he had) to align him fully into the glitch entities interests? but like the thing was it didn’t change his personality outside of that so he was basically a corrupted, completely amoral and directionless without his puppet master version of c!dream, and he still like. had attachments and shit.

which is where c!tommy comes in! since c!dream had his big happy family goal forcibly excised from his head and replaced with the entities goals, he didn’t have any solid end goals with his plans with c!tommy anymore but he was still obsessed with him and the distress of basically having his mind painfully remade meant he latched onto it more than ever. and with the insane power he had he could easily capture c!tommy, and since he was basically using him as a chain to his past self he desperately wanted to return to he basically spent all the time he wasn’t able to fulfil the glitch parasites goals using his powers to mess with c!tommy in new and exciting ways, without the restraints of morality or care anymore. which isn’t to say he wouldn’t be kind to c!tommy, but he didn’t need to manipulate him into being unable to leave anymore so he became a lot more erratic in when he'd be c!tommy's “friend” and when he’d hurt him. he also couldn’t really tell the difference between hurting and helping c!tommy anymore because he wasn’t evil- he literally had no sense of morality at that point it had been wiped from his mind.

but the thing was that c!dream absolutely hated what had happened to him so much, even after he’d been basically brainwashed, and he hated himself and he hated how he couldn’t understand his past self anymore. he felt incredibly confused and upset as to why c!tommy seemed even more frightened than him than before, and again he genuinely couldn’t comprehend how torturing his best friend was a bad thing and hated himself for it. like he was an abusive dick in the past obviously but he had his own “justifications”, but he didn’t have those anymore and he felt both lost and guilty, even if he couldn’t understand why it made him feel guilty. so a lot of the time he’d just have complete breakdowns because his own behaviour and treatment of c!tommy horrified him and he didn’t even know why. and c!tommy of course felt really bad for him! because he was clearly obviously not himself, and clearly distressed and feeling like he couldn’t control his violent outbursts towards c!tommy. and c!tommy being the self sacrificing kid who doesn’t care about his own well being, very quickly just fell into his exile mindset times a million because HE felt guilty over it.

iirc c!dream was like a reality warper but in a subconscious way? so that’s why the glitch parasite had to change his mind instead of straight up possessing him or something. which wasn’t good for c!tommy bc it meant his torment could be literally anything depending on c!Dream’s very (and understandably) messed up mental state. i remember he got drowned over and over in like some black slime void liquid and he got his body all glitched painfully like c!Dream’s at some point in the dream, but mostly went back to normal after c!dream broke down and started crying. c!dream might not have had morals but he did genuinely care about c!tommy and saw him as the only person who could understand him in the horrifying state he was in, so he never went like, too far, but like. that’s still some pretty awful mental and physical torment.

#I have the wildest dreams tbh #primeboys (derogatory)

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artnrandomness · 2 years

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Invader Zim AU: Arc 3

Speacial thanks to @l-ii-zz for being the inspiration behind this AU.

ARC 3

A year and a half had went by ever since Gaz rescued Zim and her family, and things were going well, until both Irk and Earth were witnesses to different looking Florpus holes, where nightmarish creatures from another universe attack the planets, in an attempt to control whoever they can find in order to expand their army. The army that lands and attacks Earth find and hunt GIR, for he contains something that can help them with their endgame goals. Taking notice of this, Zim was able to get GIR before he was captured and are forced to escape the planet via a recently rebuilt and upgraded Voot Cruiser in order to avoid being caught. They have trouble getting the ship into the air, until Dib risks his life to get it to launch up into space. All Zim could while he head up to the stratosphere was watch in horror as Dib and his family get surrounded by the nightmarish creatures.

During his time in space, Zim’s fear of being alone begins to grow, and the thought of losing GIR, the primary target for the creatures, to the aforementioned hunters, just made it worse. They eventually land and make camp on a planet with no life. During that time, Zim upgraded GIR and set up security measures in order to make sure that the little SIR unit wouldn’t get caught.

Meanwhile, Earth is taken over by the creatures’ leader, Nightmary, while Irk is taken control by her second in command, Dr. Brainmangle. On Earth, the Membrane family, including Dib, who had survived being surrounded the day Zim fled to space, are the leaders of an entire town-sized resistance, while back on Irk, Purple and Tak lead an underground resistance, formed from the Irkens and SIR units who escaped Brainmangle’s control. They each decide to send the people willingly brave enough to head to space and find and bring Zim and GIR back. The candidates were Dib, back on Earth, and Skoodge and Tenn on Irk, as they headed off to space.

2 weeks and a half have passed since Zim and GIR landed on the lifeless planet, and things were going well, until humans and irkens, all under the control of Nightmary and Brainmangle, try to attack the duo, to which they fail, as all they could do was watch them escape. Enraged, Nightmary summons a black portal, sucking the Voot Cruiser in. She eventually does the same to Dib, Skoodge and Tenn half a day later.

Waking up in a black void, Zim and GIR get separated by force, with both ending up in emotionally painful situations. While Zim fights off his fears and repressed emotional negativity come to life, GIR is chased down by repressed memories of his creation, alongside the awoken and vengeful consciousness of all the other SIR unit models he was improperly built on, also come to life. And while GIR shuts down thanks to this trauma and is taken, Zim escapes, yet is face-to-face with Nightmary, who reveals herself to not only be a female incarnation of Dib, but also to be an evil, powerful, growing entity, made out of all the negativity Dib, his family, and others them and Zim know and have met, moved on from, and reveals that she had destroyed GIR with his trauma, putting Zim in distraught agony, as he failed to save his SIR unit as the two fall into a mystical prison.

Just as that ended, Dib, Skoodge and Tenn end up crash-landing into the void. After meeting each other, they each explain what was happening on their planets and start searching for Zim and GIR. They eventually separate from each other. Skoodge and Tenn end up facing Dr. Brainmangle, who traps the two in facing their own fears.

Meanwhile, Dib finds Zim and GIR in their prison cell. Seeing Zim in the same position he had on the day he was depressed months after he discovered that he was an Irken the whole time, Dib was able to sympathize with the Irken and encourage him, which worked. But after freeing Zim and repairing and reactivating GIR, Dib is confronted by Nightmary, and is nearly consumed by fear, until he reminds himself of how much he moved on from the emotional baggage within him, which, much to his surprise, gave him enough strength in order to counter Nightmary’s power, who tries, yet fails to trap the trio in a fit of rage, as she watches them escape.

Using this discovery to his advantage, Dib, alongside Zim and GIR, were able to help Skoodge and Tenn face their fears. But as those two escape, he and the rest face off against Brainmangle, who proudly reveals himself to be the nightmarish counterpart to his father, taking on the exact appearance he’d witnessed from his nightmare at the psychiatrist he went to back then, but with some additions here and there. Dib hesitates, but Zim manages to help him, which ends up with the death of the mad doctor. Reaching Skoodge and Tenn, the trio repair the Voot Cruiser and escape the black void, with the other two irkens following alongside them, flying towards a freed Irk, which was nearby.

Their victory was short-lived, however, as Nightmary, mad with rage, summons her entire army and personally appears, revealing her true from. All seemed lost, until Membrane and Gaz, alongside their army, appear and join the Irken army.

A giant war-like space battle had begun. Both sides couldn’t take advantage of each other at first, until Nightmary unleashes her latest and most dangerous creation yet: a 4-armed Irken/human hybrid gunner/warrior named Zib.

Zib was a force to be reckoned with, as he shot down and defeated many ships and fighters single-handed. He was also feared by his control over his pet: a monstrous, demonic creature that took the form of Gaz, more specifically, her appearance from Dib’s psychiatrist nightmare, much to the aforementioned sister’s shock, rage and dismay. When it attacks Zim, Dib and Membrane, it was unstoppable, until Gaz stepped in, killing it in a fit of rage for what it was doing to her family and friend.

After that, Membrane and Gaz stay behind in order to fight Zib, while Zim and Dib face off against Nightmary. It appeared that our heroes were about to lose, as Nightmary had the upper hand, especially with how she handled Gaz and Membrane shortly after they defeated and killed Zib. But her prey were able to use what Dib and Zim learned from the black void in order to defeat and kill Nightmary once and for all, giving the humans and irkens victory at long last, as the nightmarish creatures all turned to dust, alongside their dimension, free those from their control.

After a month, Earth and Irk establish peace with each other and everything was peaceful, especially for Zim, Dib and his family at their end.

And that's it. Thanks for reading.

#invader zim au #invader zim #gir invader zim #irken dib #dib membrane #gaz membrane #irken gaz #prof membrane #irken membrane #skoodge #iz tenn #zib iz #zib #iz zim #original story #storytelling #au

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sapphic-scylla · 1 year

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A gift for all of those that care, which I think as far as I know is just @ebevkisk, but this is the new actual canonical intro to Evalyn. CW: Cult Behavior, Violence, Flesh Wounds (no pictures, only words)

Evalyn’s First Steps

Pain.

A deep breath through the lungs was less of a luxury and more of a burden. She smelled the smoke that lifted from the wreckage around her. Her whole body felt stiff and every movement caused every nerve in her body to scream in discomfort.

A few more breaths in and out and it felt like she was breathing in ash and fire. Her inhales were labored as she lifted herself out of the rubble. The world was silent. Outside of the very few sounds of flames and rocks shifting, she couldn’t hear any voices, no other signs of life, no nothing.

Evalyn stared at the night sky drifting overhead as she tried to push herself into a sitting position and she felt a sharp pain in her side. A shard of glass was dug deep into her hip. Luckily, she was a cleric, so, gritting her teeth, she pulled it out and immediately cast Cure Wounds on herself. It felt like searing metal, cauterizing the gash, but preventing it from bleeding.

Evalyn tried to remember the last few hours, but everything was a blur. Just yells and violence. Then again, that was how most of her 25-year-old life had been up to this point. Being a steward of the Goddess of Death, Malathriel, didn’t exactly lend itself to having a peaceful life, but even to that extent, she felt the world was actively working against her. Then, those cultists captured her. In all of their foolish attempts to try and wrest immortality from the deities that be, she didn’t think they’d be that stupid.

As Evalyn did a self assessment, she felt a tingle in her shoulder. As she stripped off her torn shirt, she saw the most horrifying thing. She dug around the rubble for a shard of a mirror and was terrified of what she saw. The flesh on her shoulder had turned an unnatural necrotic black. The mark stretched halfway across her left breast, almost to the nipple and half way down her ribcage. It ascended across her collarbone, down to her bicep and covered almost half of her face. Her eye was no longer lavender and instead she stared into an inky void that was her left eyeball. The skin felt rough to the touch and it felt like whatever corruption had infected her skin had embedded itself deeper than just the skin.

Evalyn, horrified by her own appearance, put her shirt back on and found cloth from the window shades, wrapping it in an effort to completely cover the affliction. Tearing off more fabric, she created her own eyepatch and started digging for a cloak of some kind.

Finding her staff, her bag, and a cloak, she stood, still feeling wounded, and started walking. That is, until she heard a voice from behind her

“No, Harbinger, we’re not quite through with you yet.” The High Priestess spoke in that tone that would turn anyone’s stomach.

Evalyn snarled. “Look around you. There is no one left. Immortality cannot be pulled from the gods and you know that. Malathriel would not allow this heresy. Your cult claims to know the will of the divine and yet you attempt these foolish rituals. Spilling a single drop of my blood in service of one of the disciples caused fire and ruin. Have you not learned your lesson?”

The High Priestess scoffed. “Your divine blood carries her blessing. We clearly did not spill enough. May your sacrifice fuel the seeds for brothers’ resurrection.” Grabbing Evalyn’s arm, she started a prayer laced with Deepspeech so ancient, Evalyn couldn’t fully understand.

As the priestess raised her knife, a feather, seemingly from out of nothingness, dropped onto her skin. As it sat there, her flesh started to burn and singe.Yanking her hand away, a physical being put themselves between her and Evalyn. Seven feet tall with a cloak shrouded in stars and planets, a divine entity with more power than Evalyn had ever felt stood before her.

“You, foul priestess, would continue to attempt the release of Fel Multanith with my cleric as your lamb despite my clear distaste and warning?” The deity said with a tone that could scare a dragon.

The priestess was unamused. “I wished to walk among the gods and yet you refuse to allow such gifts, so we must do it the hard way.”

Malathriel reached out her hand. “This, my dear, is the hard way.” As Malathriel’s hand touched the priestess’ skin, she yelled in agonizing pain. The priestess fell to her knees, marred by the goddess of death into unconsciousness.

Malathriel turned. “Go, my cleric. I can only intercede because this involves a disciple. The Accords don’t allow intercession with mortality. Run. Find the cat and the demon that have weathered my domain and your journey will start there.”

As Evalyn blinked, Death was gone. The cat and the demon. The Accords? None of this made any sense to Evalyn, but if that was her patron, she couldn’t very well ignore an order. Using the cloak to cover her skin, she wandered slowly towards the nearest town, but not before she noticed her skin. As she looked at her hand, it aged a hundred years and back again. Almost as if time itself was in flux. She took the mirror shard back out and she watched her own face age a thousand years and then back. She also felt the corruption slowly start to crawl toward her ear. Whatever this curse was, its work was not done. And she was running out of time.

#Evalyn Morrigan

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blackberryfeatherfoot · 2 years

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Nails in a fence

When people ask how i'm feeling, I never know quite how to respond. The old "i'm good thanks how are you" seems to reverberate off my tongue. Yet, I would never describe myself as 'good.' The term 'good' fails to capture merely a fraction of ones state of being. Humans are complex entities, thus I find it funny when we reduce the state of humanity to a singular noun which holds little bearing in regards to the human condition. If it was socially acceptable, I would compare myself to a broken fence. One with nails battered in, a few broken pickets here and there, and one riddled with holes. I find this accurately symbolises my identity as a whole, the good, the bad, the flaws and the strengths that define individuality.

I'm introverted. A lone wolf. I like to think of this trait as one of the nails in my fence, a nail that strengthens my foundations to protect myself from the pressure of the world. I find comfort in my own thoughts, my own space. As you could probably guess, school was therefore a tragic affair. School was a tragic affair for anyone remotely different I guess. One 'introvert' nail is healthy, two perhaps is fine. I would argue you can get away with 5 or 6. It's only when the 'introvert' nails start to become the defining feature of your fence that an issue arises. I could never fit in at school. In response, I hammered myself with more metaphorical nails, trying to strengthen my armour for when I was inevitably hurt. I figured by denigrating myself again and again, the words of others could leave little weight, for I already believed worse than the bitter comments spat at me. By placing the nails in first, I ultimately gave others the hammer to solidify my beliefs, and low and behold, coming from an all girls school, they took the hammer with grace.

With this ideology, I was protected, the words of others were virtually meaningless. I no longer felt anything. Nothing good, nothing bad. I was in limbo. What remained was a void of a person and my fence was no longer functional. My identity was gone, replaced by pain, hurt and shame. I was battered and bruised. There was no room for any more nails to strengthen the foundations of that fence. Heck, you couldn't fit another nail on the fence if you tried. It was now a waiting game for a small breeze to push me over into a dark abyss.

It was at this point I started therapy. Weekly appointments at first. Every week she would ask "how are you," and every week I couldn't respond. How do you explain you feel like a fence battered with nails? Week by week she tried to dismantle these beliefs I had hammered into myself, but as each nail was removed, it left behind a hole as the nails had been holding my identity up. I soon realised I was scared to remove the nails as I had established my sense of self on the falsified beliefs I had developed over the years. Without them, I had no sense of purpose, no sense of worth, no sense of direction in life. To this day I struggle to unpick these nails and rediscover myself free of mental turmoil. Even when you develop an identity around something that hurts you, it's painful to let it go.

I guess what i'm trying to say is that trauma is complicated. Sometimes we don't want to let go of our hurt and face the holes left in our identities. Sometimes we don't want to heal because our entire personality, community and sense of stability is centred around ones trauma. Healing is not linear nor is it an easy process. I'm still trying to reshape my perspective, trying to accept that once the nails of hurt are removed from ones identity, it doesn't in fact leave a hole but a scar. These scars shape individuality, adding the beauty to your story if you let them.

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golden-mediocrity · 2 years

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***Warning for self harm, violence, blood.***

The plush chair seemed to hug his form, something he had not been very accustomed to lately, the emptiness that had been consuming him from the inside was trying to fill it's own void. Try as he might, the every-present pounding of his heart could be felt in his head and he attempted to isolate the sound's vibration in his horns, but it was no use. He channeled all he could of himself, his feelings, his emotions, his very soul into that point, desperately needing to silence the yelling of ten thousand voidsent screaming in discordant operatic melodies, giving a feeling of flesh rent from bone and tendon, but instead, applied to the inside of his mind unraveling his brain.

His blood boiled and he could feel the emptiness of the void overtaking every aspect of his senses. Mizuhiro struck out with clawed hands, and slashed at his own flesh along his chest and arms, causing rivulets of blood to follow in their destructive wake. He could feel each and every ilm as they ripped through, he dug deep enough down to part muscle from vein, expose arteries that were normally hidden. Even with as much pain and horror as it manifested in his mind, he still felt more in that moment, more than in recent memory. The blinding white hot pain that pulsed in his vision, momentarily caused the screaming of the void to get washed out, the tinnitus in his horns rang out with every sawing cut and tear. The hot drip-drip of blood tapping on the stone floor sounded like the second hand of the clock as the time of his life continued to tick on by.

There was no music, only the screams, but even with so many of them calling him home, he felt the thumping of a drum beat, the raising of another scream began to resonate separately and purposefully. The wailing began to overtake the chorus of the rest, and it's familiarity haunted him, stabbed at his heart. It was as if his entirety was spinning, round and round and over and over, causing his dizziness to increase. He needed to know where it was coming from, this low guttural growl, harmonizing on it's own with itself, with a scraping blood-curdling shriek that echoed like a bat locating it's prey in the darkest of caverns, he could feel the hard pangs of hunger welling, driving him to feed, nothing was clear, his vision all a blur... He took one step, then another, and another, and on and on...

It didn't matter where he looked, walking along the nearly empty streets of the Goblet, but there were beacons out here, signalling for him, coaxing and calling him home, like the sirens of old, demanding sacrifice of ship and sanity, to crush them both on their rocky shores. Mizu could feel the smashing of his will and rationality against the sharpest of objects, a slivered, shattered anvil, wrapped in barbed wire, ripping apart his lucidity and all reason... The rise of the chorus had matched his screaming now, pulling the ten thousand cacophonous voices into one, coordinated, identical song... The burst of white light had sprung forth in front of him, the beacon lit and answered, he bolted quick and dexterously to capture it in his arms, claws digging deep into it's flesh, along with his horns and teeth goring the entity of light, cutting it open and allowing him to feed freely on the pure fount of aether he had seized for himself.

But in few, short moments later, the song ceased, the beacon fell dim and dull, along with everything that he had been conducting, the orchestra stopped, instruments clanged to the ground. He crouched over the poor man, body now shriveled and desiccated, his aether fully removed so much that only a blood covered shell of what he had been remained. There was another scream, a mortal one this time, one that shredded vocal chords and throat-flesh in a horrific display of regret and sorrow. The Himaa dropped the corpse and stood above, tears streaming down his face along with the blood that trailed down his extremities, "No... no.... no......... no............," he continued to repeat over and over, his black-lit eyes glowed as they sought a way to escape. He was flooded with self doubt and mortification at his actions, he had been past all of this, hadn't he? He had fallen asleep, something he had been doing more and more lately, and woke up as if from a nightmare that just didn't stop when his eyes opened, and revealed the fact that he had done this, he had let himself go, allowed his weaker nature to prevail...

He could not hold back the floodgates of pain and regret, but knew he needed to run, there was no explanation for what had happened other than the obvious, and he needed to distance himself from it as soon as humanly possible. He picked up his feet, one after the other, faster and faster and finally until he found the end, he vaulted over the railing and down into the chasm, sliding with the rocks, and he prayed desperately he would not stop until he hit the abyss.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2022 #voidsent #mizuhirohimaa #voresh #makeitallgoaway #balmungrp #ffxivrp #ffxiv prompt list #ffxiv writing challenge

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beyondlife-m · 8 days

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“Where is the Pink Panther?”

Anna and me were all hearing the words of Haruma with all concentration. And she narrated all the tragedy happened here in few days.

“A month ago, a kid came running in the city, he was scared and crying, he said that there is something in the storm which have took his friend. And it coming close to the us. He was telling about black clouds and black lightning. And when my father heard about it, he quickly ran to old weaponry building took his army and ships and ran toward the storm direction as told by that kid. He didn’t tell me any thing but he was looking so tensed like he know something about it. But he didn’t allow me to go with me. but I still followed me till the storms, and when I reached close to them, I saw them, they all were standing still like they were possessed, and they all were surrounded by some black smoke, I quickie came to the city, and told another sanatory about the tragedy, but they had no idea about the storm, even so the took there army and moved toward storm, but they all lost and got possessed like my father, then and one day they all charged all the civilians, but we all were helpless against him and his army, So I took the remaining army to the other side of the city in the forest, and after keeping all the remaining people to the safe side I came to the old weaponry building, door of the room was still open where my father went before going to the war, there was only one empty case, may be that case was the case of the weapon father took it before, and few journals, I read the journals and found that, that cloud is some cosmic entity call Lorthozen and can possessed any anyone, and it is pure evil, ages ago he try to concur our universe, he had already destroyed may other universe, but our ancestors somehow invented the way to null-void portal gate, and they captured him. and that weapon was nothing but a mind stabilizer, it was invented at same time for the people of who were possessed by him, once he possessed someone, he can control them anywhere from any time and space…and that why he is most dangerous Bing in this univers..”

“So how its related to the briefcase?” Anna asked, and I was just hearing it with without a word.

“That weapon; mind stabilizer. It works with a cristal, that you have… we sent that crystal to earth ages ago to keep it safe….. because it is also key to the null-void (white space)” Haruma said and fall calm.

“So you don’t have any other crystal like that? Why you didn’t ask other intergalactic organization for help?” Anna Asked.

“This is the only Crystal in whole universe, we have searched whole universe but couldn’t find anything like that, I don’t know where it came from, and we asked for help to other organization, they tried but failed to do. And this crystal is the only solution” Haruma said.

“Ok, but i am still…” anna said but Haruma cut her word.

“Anna… Please, I just want my father and my people back and safe.. help me” Haruma said. As from her face and tear full eyes it was clear she was not lying. And we remember how were in the jail and seeking for help.

Anna and me we kept looking at each other and wondering what to say, that “Oh! well sorry miss, we lost your last hope on the war field” we were feeling so pity at the situation.

“We don’t have it” Anna said with disappointment.

“What?” Haruma said with disappointment.

“We lost when we crashed here” I said with disappointment. Moral of the story we all were disappoint.

“Maybe we should go and check the blast site, where your ship got crased” Morsi Said and entered the tent. he was hearing all from out.

“Morsi what are you doing here? I told to give us some privacy” Haruma said.

“Sorry Your highness, But I want to help, I want my people back too, we can let you go alone on this” Morsi Said

“What if they have already took it” I asked said.

“Do we have any other options?” Morsi asked. And we all were speechless.

“So, we will move in night” Haruma said after thinking for a while.

“Your highness, please stay her, remaining people need you more than us, we will go on the blast site” Morsi said. And we all were silent and then agreed with him.

Its was still after noon Haruma told morsi to give us tent to rest. Anna went inside the tent and Morsi hold hold me back and told me that we will move in the event so we could reach at the blast site till the night. And gave me some fruits and pushed me in the tent, saying “don’t eat too much”. I entred the tent and me and anna enjoy the fruit I don’t know what was that fruit but it was sweet and salty and nice.

“Anna we will go to the blast site at evening to the war fild” I said.

“Ya I am coming too” Anna said but I dinied.

“No you stay here, please. Haruma might need your help here.” I asid.

“But…” Anna said. I interrupted

“Anna, Please… stay.. if something happed to us, only you can help, and If we both go, and something went wrong we both will stuck” I said, she didn’t said anything and keep looking in my eyes and slowly moved her hand on my face. And came closer to me and we kissed. May be this can be my last kiss wondering that I grabbed her in my arms and kept kissing her. I don’t remember for how long, all I remembered aroma of the breaths. then we fall sleep after that.

At evening Morsi came and wake me up, I looked at anna she was still sleeping, I just kissed her for head and came out, and saw Gamira was also standing there. And now I feel safe because he was really strong. And we all marched toward the blast side through the forest.

“So, Matthew why don’t you introduce your self, And what you do on earth” Morsi said. While we were moving through the forest.

“Well, there is nothing special thing I do, I do sometime cooking, sometime repairing, And cleaning house but from few day I am working at research center because of my wife.” I said.

“She is your wife?..” Morsi said, he and Gamira both keept looking at me for a while.

“But she said you are her co-pilot?” I said.

“Ya...So what, Who said co-pilot cant be a husband” I said.

“So, how you live together, at home, I mean.. you know what I want to ask?” Morsi said and laughed was trying to make fun of me.

“At home she is boss, At ship she is captain, at research center she is my senior researcher.” I said.

“ha ha ha.. you are reality having tough time bro.” Morsi said and looked at her Gamira.

“Hey Gamira, should I tell Matthew, your and Hamuma story” Morsi said.

“Shut up, don’t even dare to make a word” Gamira said. We were still moving in the forest.

“You Know Matthew, He and Haruma were deep in love few weeks ago” Morsi said.

“Then What Happed” I asked so curiously.

“Then… Then… his father inlaw started the war, And the broke up… ha ha ha.” Morsi said and laughed. Gamira punched him on shoulder and Morsi fell on another side.

“ohh… Bro that hurts. I was just joking.” Morsi said and continued “ I told him lot of time to talk to her but they never talked to each other.. even after knowing that, they both love each other.” Morsi said to me.

“Oh… That critical” I said. And we all kept talking about each other’s life, and how we all got here.

We all came at the edge of the forest, we kept looking at war filed from behind the trees. Morsi throw a gun on me and said you probably need this. We all taking to hand sign from now there were few guards on the blast site. So, Morsi told Gamira to distract them, because he was the only one who can defeat them. Gamira made a gun shoot noise in air and ran in front of them toward the opposite direction and all guards chased him move on another direction. And me and Morsi got chance to get to our broken ship. we kept looking for the briefcase. and I finally saw the handle covered with sand I ran and took the briefcase and Morsi told me not to forget the navigation system of our broken ship. We collected all the things we needed. And we went back to the forest. And Morsi made two gun shoot as a signal for Gamira to come back in the forest.

“What took you so long. They almost killed me.” Gamira said breathing fast.

“You are strong man dude, just relax” Morsi said.

“Do you have any idea for how long I was running” Gamira said and we heard a cold wind blow in the air.

“Guys, I think we should go to the camp, Before anybody finds us .. We will discuses other things tomorrow” I said we all agreed and we moved.

Next morning, we handed That briefcase to Anna and Haruma. Anna opened the briefcase and we all saw a Dimond, That critical and a tape recorder. And anna played the recorder.

“Captain Anna, Martial Matthew, If you are hearing this, you have already opened the briefcase, this message is to inform you that, this crystal, Is the Dimond called “Pink Panther” long time ago stolen from the museum on earth. It was not stolen, When NASA found that, this crystal is not from the earth, they replaced with the artificial one and took it away. And when Nasa submitted the study reports, and potential of this substance we took it to our mars research facility to keep it safe. As on record we submitted our research report to intergalactic assembly to know more about it. Few days ago, we found message from the Hamitus that they need this crystal to resist some cosmic bing. This message is to inform you, that you have to bring it back to the earth after finishing its purpose, stay safe. Good Luck” This was message from our chief commanding officer.

Anna and me kept looking at each other for a while. hopping every thing will be fine soon.

(And our conversation went on )

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phantomskeep · 1 year

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Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" - Chapter 1

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Chapter One: Furries, Cannibalism, and... The Goonion?

Danny sometimes wished he could travel through time. Don’t get him wrong! He knows the danger of messing up the time stream (Dan, Desiree, and Clockwork all taught him that much) but there are still times when he would sit on top of a building, staring at the stars, wondering what he would change given half the chance.

Currently, however, he was debating on his life choices while very much not on a rooftop.

White gloved hands shakily grasped broken concrete, slowly lifting his beaten body out of a crater in the middle of some random street. The latest ghost who had decided to try their hand at using Danny as a punching bag was one that he hadn’t encountered before. His usual roster of ghostly enemies still came by, of course. They all visited Amity Park at least once a week - if not more. However, the ghostly entity that Danny was currently facing? He had never seen them.

It was something that had been occurring more and more often. A random ghost would show up, declare a challenge against Danny, and inevitably lose.

As Danny raised himself out of his impromptu resting place, he considered the being before him. Dark, void black skin and fur greeted him. The ghost’s face was an odd cross between a horse’s and a dog’s - a long, block-shaped snout with a mouth reaching right up to under their dark red eyes. Pointed ears flicked wildly back and forth between a long mane that reached just up until the collar of the ghost’s thick golden necklace. The ghost’s choice of clothes baffled the white-haired man greatly; black dress shirt and bright, gaudy golden skinny jeans? Really? Who died and thought that was a good fashion choice?

Yeah, Danny was just as baffled.

Danny gasped, mock-offended. “Well, Mr Tall Dark And Barks A Lot, I will have you know that at least I don’t dress like an accountant in the middle of a mid-life crisis.” He smirked before resting a soul-piercing green glare at the larger ghost floating above where Danny stood. “Or would it be mid-afterlife crisis?”

With that, Danny leapt back into action. He swung a powerful punch directly into Akuris’ long muzzle, causing the dark ghost to be pushed back. Amity Park’s ghostly hero did not relent on his assault, though. Danny followed the other ghost’s backwards momentum to bodily slam into his opponent’s soft belly in a move he often saw Dash pull during his football practices. The twenty-year-old halfa quickly grabbed the Fenton thermos off of his belt loop, taking the opportunity to finally capture the winded ghost.

A great sigh left Danny’s body as he hovered in the air, surveying the damage leftover from the fight between the two. It was well around two in the morning, judging by the placement of the twinkling stars. With a jolt, Danny remembered that today was the day of his coronation - exactly five years after he defeated Pariah Dark.

Originally, Danny had been told he was technically king of the Ghost Zone in the aftermath of the battle. The young ghost had argued with the mysterious time-themed ghost named Clockwork who had appeared and was successfully able to get a five-year grace period of kingly procrastination.

Since then, Danny had grown up a little bit. He defeated his alternate evil self, discovered new powers, traveled through time on Clockwork’s request, graduated high school, took a “gap year” to focus solely on fighting ghosts, and successfully never let his parents or the world know about his ghostly half. All in all, Danny considered it a successful time.

All good things must come to an end, though, the half-ghost thought as he kept staring dejectedly at the stars so far away. He knew that even though he probably should tell his parents what was going on, but the fear of everything going wrong lurked in the back of his mind. After the events of Dan, the young man pulled away from his parents’ bit by bit. It was grief that drove Danny to rip out the most vulnerable parts of himself, after all. If he had nothing to grieve about then he would never be pushed into doing something as drastic as destroying the world, right?

Jazz disagreed very heavily with his mentality, but he was fine with that.

Another sigh left the poor halfa’s body, and he re-hooked the Fenton Thermos to his belt loop. He might as well go back home to continue to lick his wounds before he had to, unfortunately, be crowned king. What a shitty Tuesday.

༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

Later that day, at exactly three in the afternoon, Danny Phantom walked through the ghost portal in his parent’s basement. It felt almost like he was walking towards his own death - a quiet, somber affair with very little fanfare. Danny had made sure no one knew what he was up to; Sam, Tucker, and Jazz all had their own lives to worry about. He was sure that the three of them would give Danny the ass-kicking of the century for making them miss such a big milestone in Danny’s life, but…

Well, from the walk-through of the coronation his ghostly mentors laid out for him, Danny was sure this would not be a pretty affair.

Danny pulled himself from his musings as he stared into the deep green abyss in front of him. The young, white-haired ghost tilted his head forward, letting gravity take hold as the man fell into the Zone like a sort of twisted, backwards Baptism.

Useless lungs pulled in the ambient ectoplasm streaking through the air of the Infinite Realms. A parade of ghosts were waiting for him on the other side, lines of his soon-to-be subjects chanting his name. Ectoplasm-green eyes darted across the various ghosts lining the young king’s path, quickly registering those he knew and didn’t. Many of them wore clothing from various different eras, some seemingly dressed to impress their new ruler. Danny spotted one ghost in particular wearing what looked like a bedazzled bathrobe next to one whose long hair seemed to be braided into their dress. Some of the others who were cheering him on were more animal-like than Danny had come to expect, or were even completely non-humanoid. The odd shadow of a ghostly whale loomed over Danny as he turned his awed face upwards to watch the giant creature sail easily overhead with Young Blood’s pirate ship alongside it. Many loud cheers were heard from the ghostly child’s crew and large booms echoed across the infinite green surrounding them as cannons were fired. Smaller marine afterlife followed closely behind, easily marking the trail Danny had to follow to arrive at his official coronation spot with their different, bright colors.

Even though Danny had gone over what he was supposed to do with his council, he still hesitated a little in the face of all the excited residents of the Zone. He knew, logically, that many were excited for him to take the crown. King Phantom’s reign was projected to be one of peace among the Realms, after all. However, seeing it? All of the souls - passed or created - of the Ghost Zone cheering for him?

Well, it made his core swell with a frosty sense of pride-I did this-they are safe-protect my people. It filled him with a feeling lighter than air and full of confidence, like he was actually making a good choice for once in his half-life.

Danny slowly started moving forward, waving at the Zone’s inhabitants, talking to those he knew. Pariah’s old castle had been slowly moving closer to where the Fenton Portal usually floated in the great expanse of the Realms. What used to be a two-hour flight was now closer to a little under an hour’s walk. So while Danny originally complained to Frostbite about how he didn’t want to slowly make his way there, he realized now the giant ice ghost was probably right when he said Danny’s stroll from his old haunt to his new one would seem faster than ever. It certainly didn’t feel like much time had passed at all when Danny finally laid eyes on the large, ugly castle that was going to be his.

Danny’s first order as king? Tear that eyesore down. Ew.

The thought made the young king snicker quietly, before slightly turning his head to eyeball the thousands of ecto-entities at his back. He scanned the ever-growing crowd under the watchful eyes of his various mentors. He could pick out Ember, Lydia, even that ghost who fought him that morning - Akuris? -, and so many more of his various frenemies watching Danny.

The young man picked his methodical float back up to his new haunt. He could just barely see the figures bobbing at the front doors to the royal eyesore, though he could pick each of the Ancient ghosts out easily. Danny felt his core thrum nervously inside his chest, seeming almost like a heart with just how harshly it pulsed. Underneath his gloves, the white-haired ghost felt sweat start to form. But Danny kept making his way down to the landing where many ghosts were waiting for him to be officially crowned as king.

Danny really, really hoped he wouldn’t make an absolute fool of himself.

As Danny looked up at the stoic figure of Clockwork, the various Ancient Ghosts fanned out beside the Master of Time: Frostbite had a goofy smile on his large face, Pandora wore a proud smirk, Ghost Writer was almost sneering at him as the smaller ghost floated next to his peers. Vortex was grudgingly gazing at the inhabitants of the Realms with his large arms crossed, and, finally, Undergrowth was completely ignoring Danny. Fright Knight, while not an Ancient, was standing alongside the various mentors Danny had throughout the years. Behind the Ancients floated many of the Observants, who gazed upon the Zone with an air of collective anticipation.

Taking a small step, Danny finally presented himself to the various ghosts looming over his much smaller figure. The halfa gave Clockwork a nervous smile, only to receive a tiny nod from the much older ghost. With an awkward about-face, Danny fully faced the entirety of the Ghost Zone steadily. He felt it when Clockwork stepped up to be next to Danny, the Ancient staying in his middle-aged form to address the Infinite Realms and her inhabitants.

“People of the Realms,” Clockwork started, his voice booming over the quickly quieting chatter. “Today is a new dawn for us. Five years ago, Danny Phantom defeated King Pariah Dark through single combat - sealing the King back into his Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep. This was a task that the Ancients ourselves struggled to complete in years past,” the blue ghost paused, resting a comforting hand on Danny’s (totally not shaking) shoulder. “And as our laws state, upon the defeat of the previous Ruler of the Realms the new King must take the final step into rulership by consuming all that remains of the preceding Crowned Head.”

Even though Danny knew it was coming, hearing those words out of Clockwork’s mouth made him shudder all the same. When he turned to face Clockwork the young halfa could feel Clockwork’s concern radiating off of him, even as he still went through the process of accepting the box holding Pariah Dark’s core from Frostbite. Danny tried to focus on the box - dark red with black trims, how nice - instead of what he was about to do. This was another part of the whole “you’re going to be king” schtick that Danny complained about greatly.

Eating another person, even if that person was technically a ghost, just felt so wrong to the halfa. Unfortunately, as Clockwork opened the sparsely decorated box, Danny was about to have to become a (technical) cannibal.

Yay.

The white-haired young man cupped his hands like he had practiced weeks prior. Clockwork gently lifted the swirling pearl to place in Danny’s waiting hands. Pariah’s core, despite holding one of the nastiest beings Danny had the unfortunate luck to meet, was honestly a thing of beauty. Dark reds dueled with lighter pinks, with small bubbles of fire and electricity leisurely swirling amidst it all, deep inside the older ghost’s core. Danny almost wanted to shake it to see if it would swirl like a snow globe.

Danny hesitates for a second, glancing up at Clockwork. The ancient being floated patiently, deep red eyes boring into Danny’s own. Ectoplasm-filled air passed through the halfa’s chest as Danny carefully rolled the pulsing core onto one gloved hand, slowly bringing it to his mouth. A shudder racked Danny’s body as he quickly dropped the warm rock-like core onto his extended tongue before hurriedly swallowing it whole.

For a brief moment, Danny only felt the dizzy sensation of nausea before a blinding surge of raw power burst through his chest. His core was practically vibrating with uncontained energy and felt like it was going to push through his chest like some sort of alien baby in a shitty horror movie. The sharp sensation of pain took over Danny’s entire world, his eyes open but unseeing.

It felt like hours had passed by the time the young half-ghost’s thought process was restored. He groggily blinked, attempting to focus on the present. Strength flowed through Danny’s veins - which he dutifully ignored in favor of looking up towards the oppressing castle behind himself. The keep itself was barely shaking, little pieces of rubble spilling into the greenish fog surrounding it. A pulse rushed through Danny’s core and he was in awe as he watched the depths of the Zone light up in tandem. A shaky hand reached up to clutch at the stylized letter displayed on the halfa’s chest - Danny could feel the Zone around himself. Trying not to panic, knowing that Clockwork said this was totally normal, young Danny, he managed to give his mentor a shaky nod.

The other ghost continued on with his speech, like the last few minutes hadn’t happened. Taking a large, glowing green skull ring from the steady hands of Undergrowth, Clockwork spoke. “With the core consumed, King Phantom will bear the Ring of Rage with a fair and just hand.”

Danny held his quivering right hand forward, watching as the older ghost slowly slid the ghostly artifact over his ring finger. Holding his breath, Danny waited. He fully expected the ring to reject him - who would put him in charge of an entire realm, after all? When the sharp sting of electricity never came, the halfa let out the smallest sigh of relief. His eyes met Clockwork’s own, earning a smile in response.

When Danny casted his gaze back onto the ectoplasm colored jewelry, he was shocked to note the colors and overall shape of it had changed. Before he had the chance to further inspect it, he was interrupted.

“The Ring of Rage is coupled with the Skeleton Key,” Clockwork continued as Ghost Writer presented the glowing key to the other ghost, “and is used to access the many realms connected to our own. The Key allows our Crowned Head to reach any of his subjects in their times of need.” With that, Clockwork waved his hand in front of the artifact. When the key was back in Danny’s view, he could see it was attached to a sturdy-looking chain. The young man ducked his head, letting Clockwork slip the necklace over his head.

Clockwork turned to face Pandora, who was holding a flaming green crown in her hands. He gently took the headwear, before meeting Danny’s eyes. “And finally, to fully become Ruler of the Infinite Realms - Land of the Dead, the Eternal Plains, the Place Between, Heaven and Hell - a crown built from the fires of her core must be placed onto the brow of the Realm’s Chosen. King Phantom, kneel before the people you are to rule and accept this great burden for them. Feel their cores with your own, their obsessions alongside your own, and the Realm will fully accept you as her Crowned.” Gingerly, Danny dropped to his knees like he had practiced. He bowed his head, closing his eyes and waiting for the Crown of Fire’s weight.

When the warm metal touched his head, Danny felt the Zone shudder. As a bright light eclipsed Danny’s form, he could feel the metal on top of him change. In fact, as the young king tried to focus on his newest headgear, he could tell he was no longer wearing the white hazmat suit he died in.

The light faded and Danny took stock of himself. Monochrome rubber had turned into fancy-looking black pants tucked into armored white boots, a tight-fitting white shirt with his logo in black blazed across his chest, and a heavy-fitting cloak wrapped around himself. Danny wanted to inspect himself more - but the feeling of the Zone pulsing through his core brought Danny’s attention to the cheering of the thousands of ghosts around himself.

Danny was flooded with the feelings of happiness-hope-rejoicing-euphoria from around him. The Zone quaked, pulsing purple lights blooming across the infinite green void surrounding its inhabitants. A smile cracked its way across Danny’s face, and he didn’t even try to hide it as he faced his subjects. The speech Ghost Writer drilled into his head fled Danny, and for just a second he floundered. Before he could drown in the bottomless pit that was his brain, another pulse of pure hope shot through his veins.

Feeling like he was drugged, Danny spoke around his smile. “When I was a kid,” he started, “I never could have imagined becoming the King of anything. All I wanted to do was go to space, to see the stars watching over me.” He let out a laugh. Usually, these days, when Danny laughed it was world-weary and bitter. Now, high on the feeling of hope, his laugh was one of joy. “Now look at me! Look at yourselves! We’ve all come so far - and I promise to protect each and every one of you. I will be your star - your light in the dark, your guide to a better future.”

“You are the people of the Infinite Realms, and it is my promise to forever keep you all safe.”

The ghosts of the Zone cheered for him. Pandora flanked Danny’s right side, Clockwork on his left. A cold presence at his back told the new king that Frostbite was behind him. Danny could only assume the other Ancients were also surrounding him, but he didn’t dare look away from the mingling bodies before himself. As one, the Ancient Ghosts let their cores hum, speaking in a language known only to those of the Zone. Before him, Danny’s subjects joined in until a swelling song of hope-peace-happiness-new era flooded his senses, leaving the young halfa to float endlessly in the feeling of pure acceptance.

That day, as a chapter of the Ghost Zone’s history ended and a new one began, a song of hope touched the many universes attached to it.

ヾ( ･`⌓´･)ﾉﾞ

Jason’s day was going pretty okay, so far. He woke up a little before noon, made himself some breakfast, worked out for a few hours, and managed to read an entire three pages of a book before he got a call from his siblings about a potential drug bust. A majority of them had recently began working on chipping away at the increasing amount of drug trading going around Gotham. Ever since Red Hood had taken a step back from his self-appointment crime lord duties, other criminals have been attempting to fill in his shoes. It usually ended in one of Gotham’s various vigilantes drop-kicking said criminals into a wall, but still. Criminals were the worst kind of weed.

So with a grumble that was half for show and half pure annoyance at being interrupted, the man suited up and made a stealthily exit out his window. Apparently he had a pre-”Curbstomping the Newest Pain in His Ass of the Week” meeting to attend with a handful of the Wayne family.

Jason can only hope he doesn’t get stuck with the annoying ones for this.

His day was still going pretty well after the initial run-down of the game plan when he and Dick, who was decked out in his Nightwing wear, finally landed on top of a warehouse’s unstable roof. They were near the edge of Crime Alley and Robbinsville, closer to the docks than Jason’s usual patrol routes brought him. Based off of Oracle and Red Robin’s joint intel, a large shipment of illegal drugs was being delivered to the Iceberg Lounge sometime after dusk. The issue came up when the question of how the drugs were going to be transferred from wherever they were stored to Penguin’s business front.

Which is where the Batkids came in, apparently.

“Comms check,” Oracle started. “Nightwing, sound off.”

“Comms confirmed, reading you loud and clear!” The older vigilante chirped from where he was stretching lazily. “Red Hood?”

Red Hood sighed, speaking up. “All good. Red Robin?”

“Also reading loud and clear. Orphan?”

Three taps cut across the comms, letting the other four know their sister could hear them all. “Awesome,” Oracle started. “Plan A is ready on Red Robin’s signal. Remember - do not engage.”

Hood slowly rose from his crouch, shaking his hands out before letting them rest on the many holsters strapped to his body. “How many times is she going to say something like that?” He stated, words practically oozing sarcasm. “Every single time we somehow manage to still end up in a shoot-out.”

The crime lord could practically see Red Robin’s eyes rolling, “And who’s fault is that, Mr. Emotional Support Guns?”

“Shut it, Replacement,” the Hood growled.

He lazily turned to look at Nightwing, a challenging grin hidden behind the red helmet protecting his face. “Race you, Dickface.” Hood stated before turning east and leaping off the roof in a burst of speed. The helmeted man ignored his brother’s sputtering protests as he tried to keep the small gap forming between the two while they parkoured to the docks in one of the most eastern parts of Gotham.

Jason wanted to laugh, to revel in the feeling of messing around with his older brother. Despite all the bad blood still looming between the rest of the Wayne clan (adopted, blood, “family friends” or otherwise) and Jason, he wanted to make up for his past mistakes with the rest of his family.

Does this mean he fully forgave Bruce for never avenging his death? No.

But did he see the man try. Dick told Jason about the full-body cast their father put Joker in as soon as Batman could. Which was more than Bruce ever told Jason, but whatever. All of the Bat’s kids know he’s emotionally constipated on the best days.

Things were still awkward between all of them, though. Jason talked more to Dick than the rest of the Bat Clan, mostly because he was the only one between the original three who actually apologized. For being a shitty older brother, for not being there, for not realizing Jason was back earlier. Really, the older man practically apologized for everything under the sun one night while Jason stuffed his face full of fries and tried his best to not be emotional. He still needed to talk to the others about everything that happened.

However, that meant emotions and Jason? Jason didn’t do emotions.

He was a cold-blooded semi-retired Crime Lord. Anyone who said he had any emotions besides pure, seething rage was a lying liar who lies.

Even though Jason’s head was practically higher in the clouds than his body was, he was abruptly reminded that he was doing some epic parkour when Nightwing finally passed him.

“You’ve gotten slower, Hood!” The older taunted as he did a theatrical flip between rooftops.

Red Hood let out a frustrated noise, all previous thoughts of his family forcibly shaken from his brain when he rolled onto a gravel-topped roof.

The man could tell by the state of the buildings around him that they were getting closer to the docks. Red Robin and Orphan would be further north than Nightwing and himself. The intel collected had stated there were two locations being used that night; one was a dunce, the other had the actual goods. Red Robin originally wanted to only focus on the location with the actual drugs, but Nightwing was able to convince him to also hit up the secondary location for information. So, that’s what they eventually agreed to do.

Hood looked forward, eyeing Nightwing as the other slowed to a stop at the edge of the last warehouse’s roof before the high-chained fences of the port stood. “You ready to bust some kneecaps?” Hood quipped as he walked up behind his brother.

“But of course,” Nightwing playfully scoffed, “hopefully we got the drug side of things.”

“That’s a sentence that would worry most parents.”

Even with the domino mask covering the older vigilante, Hood knew he was getting side-eyed. “And you suddenly care about what parents think?”

“Not the time, Wing.” The crime lord practically growled. He knew that was a remark aimed at the sort-of hostility between Jason and Bruce. And he was going to be the adult in this situation, thank you, Dick, and ignore what his brother said. “Let’s go ahead and get this over with.”

“Alright, alright,” the other pacified, “time to get our sneak on.”

Hood rolled his eyes, even if they were covered by his helmet. He aimed himself towards the edge of the street between the two vigilantes and the fenced in areas. With a quick drop and a well-timed roll, Red Hood was in a secure shadow cast by the metal warehouse. With a near-silent grunt, Nightwing joined him. The two shared a nod while Nightwing let Oracle know that they were about to enter their targeted site.

The larger of heroes quickly moved across the small, broken down street. Nightwing was half a pace behind him, and the two easily vaulted over the tall, barbed fence unsuccessfully keeping out unwanted civilians.

Silently, they hurried deeper into the heart of the port, easily dashing between long shadows thrown between towering cargo containers. Hood only slid to a stop when Nightwing held up a fist - a silent order to stop. A few months ago, Jason would have completely ignored his brother’s signals and simply shoved his way past him. Now, however, Hood stilled just behind the smaller figure. With a hurried gesture, Nightwing grappled as quietly as possible onto the dulled metal stacked around them, Red Hood quickly following.

Hood watched as five figures turned into the alley the two had just been. Kevlar-covered fingers caught Hood’s attention in swift commands to spread out and attempt to follow the people below them. A quick nod of a helmeted head showed agreement and Hood silently stalked his prey from his perch on top of sea-touched metals. Nightwing slowly slinked the opposite direction, going his own route to cover more ground.

The five people, dressed in stereo-typical “Goon in Hiding Garb” (as Dick helpfully named it so many years ago), continued on their journey between the containers. Their silent observant kept close watch on them, doing his best to listen in on their conversation. A fit of frustration ran hot and angry through Hood’s veins when he realized that, in order to clearly hear what was being said, he would have to plant a bug of some sort.

Which meant he would have to get closer. And Jason? He really did not want to do that.

However, since Hood was such a nice person, he would put his frustrations to the side in order to successfully plant a tiny Batbug. He was just that nice.

Hood waited until his unsuspecting targets rounded another corner to take action. Once the end of his grapple line was securely hooked, the helmeted man quietly slung down to the concrete-covered ground. After releasing the grapple’s hold, he continued after Penguin’s goon squad. He carefully peeked around a corner, took aim, and quickly threw a small robotic Batbug after them. He watched only long enough to see the tiny piece of technology successfully bounce and latch onto one of the goon’s shirt before ducking out of sight. Hood tapped the side of his helmet to turn on the listening device and stood still as voices flooded into his ear.

“-and like I was saying, Sal, some days it’s better and others it’s worse.” A woman’s tone was the first Hood could make out. “Just do what the bossman says, take your cut, and keep your head low. So long as you try to not break a lot of laws you’ll be fine.”

A younger man’s voice followed behind the woman’s, “I don’t know… The pay is good, yeah, but I’m not too keen on being someone’s punching bag.”

Hood could only presume this boy was Sal. While the man wasn’t one to put stock into guessing ages based only on the sound of their voice, Red Hood found it very difficult to even begin to think this kid was of legal age. It wasn’t that surprising, but it did make Hood’s heart ache and begin to feel a wash of rage ebb into his mind.

“Don’ listen ta ol’ Tracy, kid,” a third voice joined, this one with a thick Narrows accent. “Jus’ get the money ya need ‘n get out. Boss ain’t gonna fault ya for tha’.”

There was a small pause in the goons’ conversation and Hood took this opportunity to glance around the corner again. The five of them were further down, far enough where he could confidently follow within the shadows without being seen.

“... Thanks, Mark,” the kid’s small voice made the Pit Rage lingering in the back of Hood’s mind swell once again. Kids shouldn’t be joining the many villain gangs that lined Gotham’s streets so young. He knew it was hypocritical for the Red Hood, once most feared crime lord in Gotham to be saying, but he practiced what he preached. Kids that came to the Hood for help were given it, no questions asked. He did what he could to make sure no child in the Alley went cold or hungry. Red Hood protected his people.

The Penguin did not.

It was this knowledge, that Cobblepot was openly risking the safety of these children, that set Jason off. The leather protecting his hands creaked as he clenched his hands. He was shaking as he desperately fought to keep the rage from creeping into his vision, mentally warring with himself. Blue eyes blinked behind white lenses, still tracking the hazy figures through the toxic green fog swirling before him.

He needed to keep following them. At a distance.

Jason honestly wasn’t sure if he could control himself if he got spotted and put into a confrontation.

Quickly grappling back onto the top of the many containers surrounding him, Red Hood continued to follow the people he was eavesdropping on. The five continued to chatter as they unknowingly led a temperamental vigilante straight to the heart of their operation.

Nightwing was keeping tabs on another group he had spotted, if the quiet commentary he was filling the comm line with was any indication. The group Nightwing was following was heading in the opposite direction of Red Hood - meaning that it was likely the older pair who had pulled the short straw of the night.

Which only caused Jason’s frustration to grow. The man really, really wanted to punch something now.

However, Jason was experienced enough in the art of “conceal don’t feel” to not let the raging emotions burning his inside explode outwards. He kept on task, easily keeping up with the small figures below him in an awkward half-crouch.

It was when the small group made it out of the corn-maze inspired cargo storage system that everything went right into the shitter. A massive, green-painted ship swayed gently in the tide, her mooring lines quietly creaking with the strain of keeping such a large vessel moored. Red Hood quickly attached his grapple to a parallel line of containers stacked in the direction Penguin’s goons were heading in. The near-silence of the night, however, did nothing to hide the shocked gasp as the feeling of absolute peace overcame Jason halfway through his leap to the other side.

The worn handle of his grapple gun slid out of Jason’s grasp as he plummeted to the quickly-approaching concrete. Luckily, the man was able to twist enough mid-air to land across his side. Unluckily, he landed directly behind the previously stalked squad of goons.

A quiet, “shit” was all Hood was able to say before the raggedy bunch turned to face him. The man quickly jumped to his feet, pulling out his dual pistols in the same movement. He did his best to try to compartmentalize the growing panic in his chest. Hood kept reaching for the giant void so often full of swirling rage and finding nothing.

He fired rapid shots at the scattered goons, striving to not shoot the smallest one. However, for all of Hood’s training, nothing could have prepared him for being in the middle of a firefight while actively seeking the very cause of all his problems.

Shooting a well-aimed bullet through a hispanic-looking man’s knee, Red Hood rolled behind a sun-bleached blue container. The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps made Hood whip around, coming face-to-face with another three of Penguin’s goons. He could also see two suspicious figures booking it down the ship’s gangway. Hood knew he could handle a fight like this, widening his stance and taking lazy aim at the hostile figures. His first shot went wide when a pulse of hope-settled-forgiven rushed through him, leaving Jason’s eyes useless and his legs shaky.

A bullet piercing through the body armor on his shoulder was barely enough to bring the man out of his head, leaving Jason to realize he was about to be surrounded if the feed from the Batbug was to be trusted. The distant phantom feeling of lounging in the sun, on his favorite chair in a giant, book-filled Wayne Manor library made Jason realize something was wrong. What should have been pain was only half-baked fuzzy feelings of warmth and comfort. It was enough to cause Jason to shoot wildly around himself, bringing a hand to clumsily tap on his helmet. When the man finally heard feedback from someone else’s com, he drunkenly slurred to whoever was listening.

“I-I need b’ck’p,” the hooded man said, firing a shot that went through a goon’s abdomen, “‘m drugged?” Jason couldn’t help but giggle as a smaller body got closer to him, turning his near-unresponsive body to slam the other into unforgiving concrete. An armored boot smashed the goon’s head against the ground. “Hemlo to ya’, too!” Jason laughed as the voices of his siblings flooded his ears.

Another burst of gooey happiness reverberated throughout the crime lord’s body, causing his vision to blackout again. He turned to see a woman with a gun pointed at him. She was the last one left, Jason blearily noticed, her friends’ broken bodies scattered across the ground around him. When did that happen? Jason doesn’t remember them playing, he thought with a frown. It was only when a black-clad individual backflipped into Jason’s narrowing view that he realized Dick had shown up at some point.

“Big Bir’!” Jason cheered as his brother smoothly took down the last person playing. “Ya go’ ‘er!” His vision went dark again, but the feeling of something rapidly tapping his cheek brought the world back into focus.

“Hood, Hood can you hear me?”

Jason groaned in response, weakly pushing at his brother with heavy arms. “Shhhh,” he hissed, “‘m try’ng ta l’sten!”

Dick’s masked face, darkened with spots of speckled blood, danced with black spots around his vision, “Hood, what do you mean?” The older one asked.

Instead of responding, however, Jason’s body decided that talking was too much work. A peaceful feeling overtook him as he fell unconscious to the increasingly worried voice of his big brother, and a song of hope sung deep within his being.

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A/N: Hello! Please pardon any bad writing, it's been one hell of a hot second haha. Anyways - this has been an absolute labor of love from me. I've had this chapter finished since mid-February but a combination of my jobs, schooling, and a big editing block made it hella late. That being said, huge shoutout to my two betas @the-archer-goddess and Aerois! Legit could not have done it without you guys <3

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