#jazz cover

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 02/01/2024

Bidoof's Big Band

Season 6 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume Ruby

Ripped by Monkeylordz

There's always such a sincere feeling I get when I'm reminded of just how much SiIvaGunner is driven by its community. Sure, it's status may to outsiders look a bit imposing, a monolithic-in-size music arrangement channel with 600K subscribers and a now eight-year history of ripping....yet, it's not ran by executives, not ran by anyone aiming to appease stockholders, not ran with a vision so narrow that it'd exclude anyone from doing what they love whilst contributing. And I feel a huge part of that communal aspect the channel has is the clear respect its creators show toward other creators on YouTube. Put simply, Bidoof's Big Band is nothing short of a four-and-a-half minute loveletter to the music arrangement channel InsaneInTheRain.

If you listen to video game music on YouTube, its damn near impossible to not have stumbled upon InsaneInTheRain's vast library of jazz arrangements. Carlos Eiene has passion for music flowing through every part of his body, and is likely an inspiration for many smaller artists who work closer to the VGM side of music. It should thus perhaps not come as a surprise that he's collaborated with SiIvaGunner a few times in the past, doing jazz arrangements for the channel alongside wolfman1405, such as Countdown for the King for Another Day Tournament. These few instances were but small guest appearances though, a wink and a wave from a fellow creator before going their separate ways.

As it turns out, the SiIvaGunner team would find a very personal way to thank him later on, both for his contributions to the channel and his contributions to music YouTube in general. Akin to rips like Banjostruck and Kirby Joins the Circus!, what we have with Bidoof's Big Band is an incredibly authentic, near 1:1 accurate recreation of InsaneInTheRain's cover of the same source track the rip uses, Route 201 from Pokémon Diamond, Pearl & Platinum. Effectively, its the bouncy, jazzy, lively re-rendition, featuring the original game's distinct set of instruments.

The result is an incredible arrangement in so many ways, yet most important on all, it succeeded at catching InsaneInTheRain completely off-guard. To quote the comment he left on the rip's YouTube upload - "I think this is seriously one of the most incredible honors you can give to a musician… nearly cried while listening to this. Thank you.". Six Seasons into SiIvaGunner, it may have been easy to miss that the team of creators have long since proven they're so much more than just shitposters looking for collaborators, or that they only occasionally put out genuine hits when they need to. Creators like Monkeylordz were never under any obligation, not under any sort of event or commemorative occastion whilst making Bidoof's Big Band, or the other InsaneInTheRain tribute rip he'd done a year prior in Season 5. Because SiivaGunner's rippers are but people like you and me - and I think we as people just like that feeling of making others smile.

Happy 2024, everybody.

#todays siivagunner #season 6 #siivagunner #siiva #Monkeylordz #pokemon #pokemon music #insaneintherainmusic #insane in the rain #jazz arrangement #jazz cover #pokemon dppt #pokemon gen 4 #pokemon sinnoh #pokemon games #Youtube #Bandcamp

[officialangelkeys]

Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater | Akihi Cover

#MGS #MGS3 #Metal Gear Solid #Snake Eater #english vtuber #vtuber uprising #Vsinger #vgm #musician #snake eater cover #gaming cover #akihi cover #Metal gear cover #jazz cover #snake eater remix #Youtube

[theguyfrombefore1]

Blue Moon, but we're in my bedroom watching the rain through the window, and I'm singing for you.

#jazz #dean martin #jazz cover #soundcloud #music #aesthetic #aesthetics #winter vibes #winter #moon #window #rain #cozy #blue moon #SoundCloud

[myself-85]

Goodbye the Galaxy Express 999...

このまえ愛車のラジオから流れるニュースで松本零士さんの訃報に接した はじめて999を知ってから流れた年月は長すぎて数えることが面倒くさい そのころ僕は話がややこしくて、列車の終着駅に辿り着くことを放棄した

ただ長い睫毛の美女とともに旅をする鉄郎少年に生まれてくることができなかったのが無念でならない…

https://youtu.be/3dEqlceh_ms

#maetel #999 #70's music #jazz cover #repost

[redeyeflyguy]

Wonderful Things That May or May Not Be Wonderful!!! Once upon a time, this was my most listened to track on the whole of YouTube likely due to it being one of my go-to work songs. A remix of Sharp Eyes, the theme of school girl ninja Ibuki's theme from Street Fighter 3: Second Impact done by video game jazz remix band, The Consouls. It has got this smooth jazz groove that keep things super chill yet it also has a faster tempo that means it will still fit in with a fast paced fighting game. It just feels good ya know? I don't know if there is any more to it that. This song is just does something wonderful to the consoul (ha!)

#wonderful #music #video games #the consouls #jazz cover #sharp eyes #ibuki #street fighter 3 #second impact #smooth #youtube #feels good #Youtube

[sleebyconfy]

Meltdown - jazz cover by Baguettes Ensemble - original by iroha

#music #meltdown #jazz cover #vocaloid cover #baguettes ensemble #iroha #rin kagamine #my post #sorry if posting YouTube link is challenging! this is the only place I can find it :’) #Youtube

[music-catalogue]

#Miley cyrus #jeff goldblum #jeff goldblum & the Mildred snitzer orchestra #spotify #music #music blog #pop music #music recommendation #music tumblr #good music #musicislife #music lovers #musicblr #jazz music #jazz cover #jazz

[thissoundsdifferent]

I Ran (So Far Away) - Jazz Cover by Dinah Eastwood

Original by A Flock of Seagulls (1982)

Disclaimer: I do not have any association with the cover artists nor the original artists. None of this work is my own. Please leave likes and comments on the videos and support the original creators.

#Youtube #music #cover #youtube music #music covers #cool music #cover artist #cover song #cover songs #song cover #song covers #listen to this #this sounds different #music cover #cover music #i ran #i ran so far away #a flock of seagulls #dinah eastwood #jazz cover

[royfutaba]

Ghibli lets me back to be an innocent little Japanes boy. Let's start again from there😌

#howls moving castle #merry go round of life #saxophone #jazz cover #studio ghibli #hayao miyazaki #joe hisaishi

[greenglowinspooks]

To be honest. DCxDP where the reason Danny meets the bats is Ace the Bat-hound

Like, just think about it for a second. Danny is in Gotham for college, or maybe he just moved out to find a city where having mad scientist parents isn’t actually that unusual.

He can see ghosts.

The ghosts know this.

Now he’s getting harassed left and right by spirits trying to get closure. Fine, whatever, most of them are a one-and-done type deal, and the amount of ghosts trying to get his help steadily decreases.

Except for this one very stubborn dog.

It just keeps showing up and leading him to crime scenes! He doesn’t know how many “anonymous tips” he can call in to the cops before they trace his phone! And this dog, this incredibly good boy, will not stop trying to help the city. He’s never met anyone with such a strong sense of justice, let alone a dog. Can dogs even have a moral compass?

And so Danny just accepts the fact that Ace isn’t going anywhere and becomes his reluctant sidekick/dedicated medium. He leans into the whole thing, dressing up in a mix of traditional magic-user attire and accessories that pay homage to the ghost dog.

He becomes somewhat well known. The psychopomp detective following around the shadowy figure of a German Shepard? That’s unusual! That’s weird! I mean, it’s not the weirdest thing in Gotham, sure, but he’s a new vigilante and he’s got a ghost dog that people can only see when it’s around him. Someone’s gonna notice.

Damian, as Robin, is the first to reach out to him.

Ace doesn’t know Damian but he does know a Robin, and while this isn’t his Robin, he’s still friendlier than usual. Danny’s panicking because oh god the bats are here and also is this kid gonna steal my ghost dog, Damian is absolutely delighted by Ace, and Ace is just happy to see a Robin again.

Damian decides that the psychopomp isn’t a danger to anyone, and there’s no reason to put this encounter into his reports, really, and perhaps Danny can help with some of his cases in the future.

Danny is sweating bullets because Damian basically tells him that he’ll keep him secret as long as he gets to play with Ace. Ace is happy that he’s finally getting some bat affiliated crime-fighting assistance.

And so, Danny is now both Ace AND Damian’s reluctant assistant. At least whenever he’s in trouble, he can always call a middle schooler to help him.

(Is Robin even in school? He’s out patrolling damn near every night, and he stays out late as hell. Does he have a bedtime? He should.)

Eventually it gets to the point where Damian is going over to Danny’s house. When he first sees it, he has a damn bitch you live like this moment, to which Danny responds that not everyone has the money to afford a nice place. Damian counters that he could at least take the time to clean up, and Danny replies that he’s working, going to school, and being a vigilante assistant to a ghost dog, something’s got to give.

Danny nearly has a heart attack when he checks his bank account the next day and sees that someone transferred him 10,000 dollars.

And so they get into a routine. Danny and Damian fight crime with Ace at night, and occasionally Damian stops by during the day to play with Ace and have Danny help with his homework.

(Damian is smart enough to do it on his own, but some of the instructions are written incredibly confusingly, and he would never admit to needing help to his family. Danny is just glad that the kid is in school and cares about his education, blissfully unaware that he’s basically emotionally adopted him.)

Damian is used to being in Danny’s company.

Eventually, when going over a case with the family, Damian absentmindedly remarks that he’ll have to ask Danny about some of the clues that they might be missing. Nightwing asks who he means and Damian makes a face like he just swallowed a lemon.

Cue shitstorm.

Who is “Danny?” Why is Damian willing to ask for help from anyone, much less someone outside of the family? Does he know who Damian is? Has Damian been compromised? What the hell is going on?

Damian now has to explain that Danny is the psychopomp with the ghost dog who he might have met hunted down while on patrol and conveniently not mentioned, but he’s not a bad person, really, and he lets him play with Ace, and he’s been quite helpful on certain cases due to his ability to talk to ghosts.

Bruce insists that the family meet Danny. Damian, hoping that he won’t just skip town the second he hears the news, relents.

Danny is surprisingly eager to meet the bats, considering his earlier fears.

Damian, blissfully unaware of what’s coming, sets a time and place to meet.

Once everyone is there, he gives Bruce the earful of a lifetime.

Robin is in middle school! Danny knows that there’s no way to stop the boy from going on patrol, but you could at least shift his schedule so he gets enough sleep on school nights! Does the Bat even know where he is half the time?! (No) And why isn’t he comfortable asking his family for help with both cases and homework? Did they ever even notice how much time he was spending at Danny’s house? If Danny was a bad person, he could have seriously hurt the poor boy! Shame on you!

Nightwing is mortified that Damian didn’t trust him enough to tell him about any of this. Red Hood is laughing his ass off, because yeah Danny is making good points but he’s also chewing out the literal Batman. Tim is recording the whole thing. Steph is delighted by the absolute gall of this Danger Twink™️, and already planning to add him to several groupchats. Damian is more embarrassed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

You, he points to Nightwing, did your academic life feel supported when you were a Robin? Nightwing is too stunned to speak. Red Hood, eternal shit-stirrer, says that oh, we all prioritized patrol over our education, that’s just how it is. Red Robin actually dropped out of high school to avoid distractions, did you know that?

Danny honest-to-god shrieks at this.

He finishes his angry rant and leaves, everyone too stunned to stop him.

And as it turns out, Tim wasn’t the only person recording the whole thing.

The entire internet is blowing up with Psychopomp The Danger Twink™️’s rant. People are taking sides. Things are getting messy. Red Hood literally admitting on-camera to previously being a Robin is somehow not the main focus here.

Eventually someone connects some dots from the video, as well as stories circling the internet about the psychopomp. A ghost dog named Ace, who is the literal only reason that the psychopomp is fighting crime at all, which seems incredibly fond of Nightwing and Robin.

A crime-fighting dog who wants constant attention from both the current and original Robin.

Oh my god, Ace the Bat-hound died and became a crime-fighting ghost.

And, somehow, that’s still not the strangest thing going on in Gotham.

#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp prompt #literally Ace is too good a boy to pass on #this veered wildly into ‘Danny emotionally adopts Damian’ but really it’s what he deserves #sometimes family is an ex child assassin an undead college student and a ghost dog #also Danny gives literally no shits during investigations because he Cannot Die #he will just casually take 40 bullets to the chest like it’s nothing #if he encounters a rogue he will beat the everloving hell out of them and then give them Jazz’s card #(she’s doing confidential therapy for vigilantes and rogues) #except for the ones who are too far gone. like the joker #he’s a bitch and Danny hates him #if given the opportunity Danny would gladly kill him but Clockwork says he’s not allowed to do that #so he settles with beating the hell out of him and then covering all his stuff in glue #and of course alerting the authorities

[kathaynesart]

Have some Replica Leo for Round 2 of the @tmntfashioncompetition! This time the theme is: "Traditional Garment." I’ll be up against @villainleoau and I’m nervous cuz that’s a STELER crew and some of the most talented artists in the fandom (also their fashion sense is off the charts)!

For the art I decided to lean into some traditional Japanese attire and a prosthetic more befitting of the era. Originally I was just going to have Leo's missing arm be covered, but if he wants to be truly capable with a katana he'd need something to help keep the sheath affixed when removing his sword. This is especially necessary for duels, since the speed and pressure applied from the drawing of the sword are imperative. I imagine he has several more varying tools he can screw onto his arm in the little side pack. Also note, the Kanji means "ninja" or "ninpo" and the finer hiragana text is the infamous "You are not alone" line. I had a lot of fun with this one, trying to decide if maybe I should put it up for print.

Some of my inspo under the cut:

#yes I know he’s wearing attire more akin to samurai than ninja #pretend he’s under cover #blending into his surroundings #blind spots #all that jazz #I’ll be honest I wanted to do three colors because I didn’t want to take the time to render him fully #but I’m pretty happy with the outcome #should use a minimum color palette more often #tmntfashioncompetition #traditional garment theme outfit #fashion propaganda #traditional fashion #rottmnt #rottmnt replica #replica #TMNT #Leonardo #kathaynesart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 03/03/2024

Super Mario Odyssey Reimagined (Jazz Arrange)

Season 2 Featured on: The Voice's Highest Quality Video Game Rips Also on: Now That's What I Call Quality!

Ripped by Can of Nothing

Requested by Demopan! (Discord)

Man...can you believe it's been seven whole years since the Nintendo Switch launched? After 2016 felt like one of Nintendo's most quiet, underwhelming years, the hype and release of the Switch was absolutely incredible to see unfold - it felt like a shot in the arm for the entire community at the time, in a way I haven't really seen for any other console launch in my lifetime. Seven year on, a lot of that excitement has obviously petered out - but I still hold a lot of fond memories of it all, not least of which being how it was expressed through SiIvaGunner itself.

There's no real joke, bit, or subversion to Super Mario Odyssey Reimagined (Jazz Arrange) - it is, like snow halation but it shreds and numerous other rips on the channel, exactly as sincere of an arrangement as it says on the tin. Really, the quirkiest part about the rip in this instance is the time it was released in: several months before Super Mario Odyssey itself, and a mere four days after the game and its single known piece of music were revealed. Before we even knew that this would be the theme to Fossil Falls (and the rip itself was originally just titled "Theme of Super Mario Odyssey"), ripper Mellorine had whipped up a full-on arrangement of it in an infectiously fun, breezy, jazz style.

It's a great arrangement all around, a sound not too dissimilar to the jazziness found in games like Super Mario 3D World already, and turns the otherwise grand and dramatic Fossil Falls theme into something far more...celebratory, I suppose! That was at least always the vibe the rip gave me, given its context - as an early Season 2 rip, it felt just as much like a celebration over Super Mario Odyssey's reveal as it did a celebration of SiIvaGunner itself having made it past its one-year anniversary. You'll recall I noted this in Patched Plains Fusion Collab too, there was just something so infectiously FUN about tons of the rips made during this time period, and starting the year off with a look at this brand-new Mario game only made those feelings even more electric. For being made in such a short timeframe, Super Mario Odyssey Reimagined (Jazz Arrange) sounds remarkably official: a wide span of jazz instruments, clever use of percussion and leads in tandem with one another, a lounge-y synth leading the song's trumpet lead along a laid back feel...

It sounds SO official, in fact, that Nintendo themselves fell for it, in an incident which has kept this rip eternally relevant in SiIvaGunner discussion - it may perhaps be the main reason some people know of it to begin with. In a video by Nintendo of Italy covering Super Mario Odyssey's appearance at the in-person event of "Milan Games Week" in late 2017, the company - seemingly by accident - used Super Mario Odyssey Reimagined (Jazz Arrange) as the backing music for the entire video. The video remains up to this day, with no comments section to correct them - meaning SiIvaGunner, through the most bizarre way possible, has now made an official appearance in Nintendo media. And hey, if it's good enough to trick Nintendo into thinking its an official arrangement - then it's good enough for you to give it a listen, seven years later.

Happy birthday, Nintendo Switch!

#todays siivagunner #season 2 #siivagunner #siiva #Can of Nothing #Mellorine #super mario odyssey #super mario #mario odyssey #nintendo switch #mario games #mario music #super mario 64 #arrangement #jazz cover #Youtube #Bandcamp

[tryznaeu]

Crazy Girl, Soundtrack From The Motion Picture "Knife In The Water" - Bernt Rosengren With Komeda Trio

Cover by Rosław Szaybo

#komeda #polish jazz #cool jazz #jazz cover #szaybo #roman polanski

[whimsicallypink]

#witchbop #radiohead #cover #cover song #Jazz #Jazz Cover #Swing #idol #SoundCloud

[herbatahleb]

Oh no there's two of them

#Jason and Damian who are feuding at normal times but cover for each other when they go on dates with Fentons #I kind of want Tim to openly condemn them and then meet Tucker and too OH #AND THEN GIRLS MEET SAM #danny phantom #dp #dc cómics #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp art #batman #damian wayne #dc robin #robin #jason todd #red hood #tall!jazz #tall jazz #jazz fenton #jazz #danny fenton #jason x jazz #damian wayne x danny fenton #my art

[faeriekit]

Feet on the Ground

loose phic phight fill for @oldfashionedbattlehymn

warnings for: murder attempt, discussion of child death

********

Danny wakes up in a garbage bag.

It isn’t as gross as it sounds. Danny’s the only thing in there, and it’s not like the lack of air is going to kill him; he could rip his way out, but honestly, going intangible is just as effective and twice as easy.

And, of course, once he’s phased his way out of the dumpster behind the gas station, Danny is very, very grateful that he didn’t even try. Everything else in there is….eeugh. He shivers.

Well. It’s got to be early morning now—it’s dark. There’s no other cars on the highway. Even the gas station itself is closed, and the stars have already lost their spark.

Time to head home.

*

Danny wakes up behind the gas station. Again.

…Okay?

The first time, Danny had just assumed he’d fallen asleep somewhere weird while flying around the neighborhood, but a second time is a pattern. It’s definitely not his fault this time either, because there’s no way he would have duct taped his arms and legs together or slapped a gag on his mouth.

That’s kind of. Ominous.

Danny frees himself of the garbage bag first— and thank goodness he doesn’t have to breathe— he floats himself out of the bag and the dumpster, which had…thankfully been given a good scrubbing since last time? There’s some other trash, apparently, but nothing sharp enough to cut through his durable, tape-based bonds. It takes some finagling and some eye lasers for Danny to finally get his arms free.

And. Hoo Boy. There’s no more liberating a feeling than peeling tape off your mouth, even if your mouth skin kind of comes off with it and you bleed a little. But it’s fine! It’s green, which means it’ll heal.

Fabulous. Danny zooms off invisibly into the night, more than willing to put the night behind him.

*

…Okay, the third time is what makes it more than a coincidence.

Danny shucks out of the bruise-tight ropes around his wrists, torso, knees, and legs, spits out his gag, and flies home. He finally has to give into the inevitable, and attempts the last resort:

“Jazz?” he whispers, slowly rocking his sister in her bed. Jazz mumbles in her sleep.

“Jaaaaazzy…” Danny tries again, trying not to look either too spooky or too imposing. Jazz’s reflexes are such that—

The laser she keeps under her pillow goes off. Danny loses a few millimeters of hair, which means that her aim is getting better.

 He doesn’t have any trouble seeing in the dark (or, uh, not anymore, anyway), but it’s easy to see Jazz’s sleepy squint as she pulls herself somewhat upright. More like a shrimp with scoliosis, but, well. You know.

“Whuh,” Jazz asks. “...Danny?”

“Hey,” Danny whispers, a ghost at her bedside. Jazz grunts. “Uh. What does it mean when you keep waking up in a trash bag behind the gas station?”

Jazz blinks. Jazz rubs her eyes. Jazz blinks again, looking more sleepy than coherent but at least somewhat aware of her surroundings.

“Garbage bag?” Jazz asks blearily. “You were in a garbage bag?”

“Yeah,” Danny whispers back. “My legs were tied down?”

“...Danny, were you murdered?”

Danny stops.

“Huh?” says Danny.

*

“So, if you look here,” Tucker points out, finger not quite touching the glass of his CRT monitor, “That’s when Danny gets murdered.”

There is a collective eeew from the assembled viewers— Jazz, Sam, and Danny, all crowded in Tucker’s room.

“Yeah, Tucker agrees. The light from the black-and-white footage flashes in the reflection of his glasses. “Here’s where he’s tossed in…there. And this is when they tossed him in the dumpster.”

There’s no sound on the gas station surveillance footage, but Danny imagines that his body clanged on the way in. What the hell. Danny got murdered behind a gas station, and he didn’t even notice?!

They watch the archived footage of a Ford F-150 driving off the property, and then Danny’s dead body being unceremoniously tossed in a dumpster. It’s kind of surreal. No one had noticed. There was no one to report the crime committed.

“I can’t believe that guy just clocked you over the head, like that,” Sam points out. “It’s just a regular car jack. It shouldn’t have gotten you in the first place.”

The observation isn’t appreciated.

“Be nice! My brother was just murdered,” Jazz scolds. Danny doesn’t think she sounds as offended as she should be. “Either way, it’s certainly an attempted murder, if not a successful one. We have to do something.”

“…Can’t we just call the cops?” Tucker asks, turning away from the computer. “I mean. Look. That’s proof. We have proof right here.”

Sure enough, there is footage. Right there. There’s Danny’s murder, in 240p black and white.

“Where’s the body?” Sam asks dryly, and. Uh. That’s a problem they’ll have to solve.

Everyone looks at everyone else. No one has a good solution.

“…Do we have to do this?” Tucker realizes at the same second as the rest of them.

Jazz looks at Danny. Danny looks at Sam. Sam looks at Tucker.

Tucker stares back at them, entirely unenthused with the conclusion they’ve come to.

“…Okay then,” Jazz exhales. “How do you want to do this?”

*

Sam ends up on top of the gas station, a cell phone in her hand.

Tucker, PDA in hand, sits in Jazz’s passenger seat. The camera feed is ongoing and recording for posterity.

Jazz taps her fingers on the wheel of her car. There isn’t anywhere better to hide than down the road and around the corner, so she does, hoping that they’re on the other end of the road from whoever’s killing her brother every night.

Danny is, of course, wandering through the neighborhood.

Losing her baby brother—on purpose—is the worst thing Jazz can imagine. She feels sick. She wants to throw him into the car and speed away, and break every speed limit law in the county on her way out. She wants to pack him in bubble wrap and ship him expedited to France.

But she does leave her brother alone. She lets Tucker look over the footage as Danny roams around town, just as unaware and unsuspecting as his last few outings.

Tucker sees the man first.

He bolts upright, eyes on his PDA. “Jazz.”

Her head whips around. They watch, silently, as someone approaches Danny’s lone figure on the doorstep outside the gas station.

They can’t hear anything. That’s the scariest part.

“Call,” Jazz demands. Tucker does.

Doubtlessly, on the roof of the gas station, Sam is dialing too.

*

So. Danny knows this guy.

And. Uh. It’s kind of embarrassing; he’d asked if Danny was okay walking home alone at night a few hours before his dumpster wake-up call, and Danny had said it was fine.

Apparently, no, it wasn’t fine. That being said, Danny hadn’t been expecting a guy in a button-up and khakis to be the guy murdering him on the down low. He kind of looks like the dude who sells you televisions and burner phones at a Wal-Mart.

The guy comes all the way over to where Danny is sitting on the thin concrete step of the gas station. His breath fogs up from the weather and his eyes rake over Danny, up and down; down and up.

“Hey,” he says, looking all the world like any other concerned citizen. Danny’s heart throbs. “It’s cold outside. You need a ride back to town?”

“…No,” says Danny, who doesn’t.

“Your mom okay with you comin’ home late by yourself?” the man asks nervously, hands going to his hair.

Danny thinks about how many times he’s woken up in the dumpster. He thinks about seeing his own body on the camera tape. Prone. Dead.

“You still keep a car jack in your passenger seat?” Danny asks instead.

The man freezes. An attempted murderer he might be, but he’s not exactly an Oscar-winning actor. “What?”

“The car jack,” Danny repeats. He doesn’t know if he’s mad the man keeps targeting him, or whether he’s grateful Danny’s the only one who’s died so far. “It’s got a lot of sharp corners. They hurt, you know.”

The man…carefully laughs the statement off, but he looks. Nervous.

Danny doesn’t really need to confront him; he only has to stall long enough that Tucker or Sam can call the cops, so that they can see this man’s face and get him on the record. But.

There’s a part of Danny…

The man looks so human. Flush with blood. Solid enough to break. Fragile enough to be made broken.

Danny still resents being made dead. This man didn’t kill Danny—not in any way that mattered, but he’s an easy target.

He doesn’t breathe. The man watches a boy sit in the shadows of a building where he’s been dumping bodies, and Danny can taste his fear.

“It hurt a lot,” Danny says, and he isn’t referring to waking up in the bags every couple of mornings in the last few weeks. “It hurt so much. I was screaming.”

The man is silent.

“Do you like to hear the screaming?” Danny asks, suddenly curious. Did he care, if Danny had screamed, or if he had been too unaware to notice he was dying? Would he have cared, if there were others more breakable than Danny that he had hurt?

He doesn’t answer.

“I don’t like it,” Danny confesses. In a horrible way, it’s easy to tell his would-be murderer about his death—unlike Tucker or Sam, who witnessed it, or Jazz, who loves him, this man can’t be affected by Danny’s take on his own death. In fact, if he is hurt by the thought of Danny’s death…good. It’s better if he is. If there is remorse in him. “I don’t like to hear screaming. I screamed for so long, and so loud. It felt like forever.”

The man’s hands curl. He steps back.

Danny can’t help but to frown. If he leaves, the whole point of calling the cops will be for nothing, and he’ll be warier of coming back to where Danny’s body was dropped. “Where are you going?”

The man takes another step back. Danny rockets upright. He’s on his feet in seconds. “Weren’t you here for me?” Danny asks, genuinely confused, arms outstretched. “We’re here. You dumped me here over and over again.”

“Shut up,” the man snaps, startling the both of them with his volume. “He—you’re not real. You’re… Be quiet. I have real things to get done tonight!”

Danny’s dead heart throbs. Is there another dead kid? Did Danny let another kid get killed in Danny’s place? “Do you?”

The man loses his voice.

“We’re already here,” Danny points out. He steps closer—closer to the truck that drove his dead body around town, further from the dumpster where his body had been dropped. The disposal hadn’t been a funeral, but it’s closer than anything Danny’s ever had. “You’re here. I’m here. Aren’t you here for me?”

A choked breath. Danny gets closer. The ectoplasm in his skin is too warm and too cold—but he has no idea what he looks like from the outside. Is he glowing? Is he see-through? Does he just look like any other dead kid: a little too cold, a little too pale?

They’re eye to increasingly shorter eye. Up close, the man just looks like any other guy. Shaved in the face. Wrinkles around his eyes. A nose. A mouth.

Danny’s not afraid of him. His head tilts. “You’ve already killed me three times. What are you going to do now? I’ll just come back again. I won’t even notice. I died. I know what you look like—I know how to find you. It’ll be easy.”

The man’s pupils dilate—

And then there’re hands on Danny’s neck. And. It’s kind of painful, but Danny doesn’t have to breathe. So. He just kind of…pretends to be hurt?

He’s meant to be stalling for time. The cops are coming. All he needs is time.  

So Danny makes some somewhat dramatic sounds and kicks out with his feet, because a fight lasts longer than a passive victim. He lands a hit to the man’s stomach, and another to his chest—he doesn’t drop Danny the way Danny might have expected, but Danny isn’t going to run out of air, so this can last forever until the man lets go. Or does something.

“Stop— coming— back,” the man snarls, and suddenly sounds nothing like the dudes who man the tech counter at the Walmart. “I got you— you should be gone!” 

Danny is gone. But he’s also here. And he’s also been gone for a very long time, and he’s also getting choked out by a guy in a gas station parking lot. It’s been a rough few hours of waiting for this dude. He might as well make it worth it. 

So maybe his body turns a little translucent. Just a little. Just enough to see the streetlight through his skin, probably, and the hazy road behind them. 

Getting thrown to the concrete hurts, but, you know, not as badly as getting tossed into a wall by Skulker on a rampage. Danny’s barely going to be bruised after this. 

The guy runs to his car, and Danny frowns, scrambling back up, and, wait. Wouldn’t having bruises be better? As evidence? They better not heal too quickly, or else that’ll be it of his physical proof. 

“Where are you going?” Danny asks, more perplexed and angry than anything. Isn’t he supposed to try to kill the witness??

But the guy hauls butt into the cab of his truck— and then the lights go on and the tires start spinning, the engine roaring to life. 

If Danny wasn’t actively on camera at the moment, it would be easy to fly after the car. As it is, he’s pretty fast, but he’s not quite quick enough on his feet to chase after a pickup truck careening down the highway in the dark. 

The man’s gone in a few seconds. Honestly, Danny’s kind of annoyed about the whole thing. It would have been nice for it to work. 

Sam climbs down from the roof of the gas station, phone in her hand. “No, I just— he choked out my friend and drove off! Send someone over here already!! You— do you need the license plate again?!” 

Danny just looks at her. Sam covers her phone’s mic with a hand: “They’re saying five minutes,” she mouths. 

Great. 

Danny hunkers down, throat bruising, and Sam sits down beside him. They wait.  

By the time the cops pull into the gas station, the guy’s more than out of sight. Sam’s the one who takes the lead on dictating their story. Danny sort of doesn’t realize how out of it he is until someone tries to throw a shock blanket on him. He almost hits the guy square in the face— and Sam’s the one who has to catch his arm. 

Uh. Oops. 

Jazz and Tucker roll in, hardly pretending to have not been nearby; Jazz wraps her arms around him, and Danny lets her. 

Sue him. It’s late. He’s tired. 

“...And I can’t believe you weren’t able to get down the road in time to catch a man who choked out my best friend,” Sam snaps, which, aw! Danny’s a best friend. The cop she’s attempting to strip down for parts looks less sympathetic than Danny feels. “You’re barely a ten minute drive up the highway! What were you doing, meandering?” 

“No,” the cop grits out, eying Sam like a bug on his shoe. “We were telling the officer down the road what to look out for.” 

Apparently, jamming the gas down hard enough to bust your speedometer gets you pulled over at the speed check. 

The night is over before Danny knows it. Someone gets him to the station, someone takes photos of his bruises and takes his statement. Someone calls Mom and Dad and then Danny’s in the GAV, half asleep and exhausted beyond belief. 

He falls asleep on the couch, Mom’s fingers in his hair. 

*

It’s not like the Amity Park police tell them anything, but Jazz is the one who finds the report on the news. 

She records it on the TiVo for him. 

“Eustace Miller, from Tennessee,” Sam reads aloud, knee to knee on his couch. Tucker adjusts his glasses. “Looks like he was already on the run.” 

“Or as good as,” Tucker agrees quietly. “Looks like they’re pinning a couple of cold cases to him.” 

They watch; there’s pictures of him from his hometown, and from the towns he would visit on his joyride across the country. There were pictures of his family. There were pictures of kids Danny would never meet: kids who were already dead, and who had been for months. Years, even. 

They’d looked so happy in the photos from when they were alive. 

…Danny could relate. 

Jazz turns the report off that night, thumb on the power button. And that’s all it takes for Danny to stop waking up in a trash bag. 

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