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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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Becoming Phantom - Clone^2 (and by extension, clone danny)

I said I would make it, and so i did! Here's a little ficlet of how danny became Phantom - the human ghost-fighting vigilante in the clone^2 and clone Danny au. Since this does include themes of dissection/vivisection, i'll put in a minor trigger warning list down below.

TW: experimentation - implied torture and vivisection/dissection of ghosts TW: Non-graphic mentions of injuries and blood

TLDR: Danny's parents have been catching ghosts ever since the portal was opened after Danny's lab accident. Danny knows this because he can hear them screaming from the basement. After finally telling his friends about it, he resolves to free the ghosts - and he does. He ends up having a conversation with one of the ghosts, and comes to the decision that he will catch ghosts before his parents do to prevent this kind of harm from happening again.

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His parents caught another ghost.

Danny can tell because he can hear their screaming from the kitchen, even with the doors closed. It's horrific - the voice is doubled over itself like something out of one of Sam's demonic horror movies, and Danny's heart races like he's run a mile at the sound.

It warps and twists, and almost sounds like its saying 'please.'

He rubs his chest uncomfortably, and pushes his breakfast away from him. His appetite lost and his stomach churning with a deep sense of dread.

Across the table, Jazz notices, and her eyes narrow dangerously at his hand gripping his shirt - right over his heart. He just got out of the hospital last month, and he knows what she's thinking - they don't want to have to send him back.

"I'm fine." He blurts out immediately, dropping his hand. He's not fine, but it's because he feels ill as the lights above flicker and another terrified shriek echoes through the floorboards. He swallows, ill. "I- it's just-" his eyes flick to the door to the lab. "the lab."

Jazz's lips press into thin line, and she pushes her chair back and stands up. "I hate that they're doing this," she says, stomping towards the lab. "It's inhumane, Danny. They're people too, even if they don't look like us!"

Before the portal, Danny might've just shrugged his shoulders and not said anything. He never really cared about his parents' ghost hunting stuff, but figured that since they knew more about it, their rants about them being unfeeling were correct.

Now, though? When he's been woken up in the middle of the night by the house rattling and his ears ringing with the pained cries of one of the ghosts' in the basement? His heart beating so fast he thinks he's been transported back to the lab a month ago, lying on the floor after being electrocuted by the portal?

He's really not so sure anymore. And he thinks he's starting to agree with Jazz. This isn't right. He doesn't think so, at least.

An unsure 'hm' comes out of his throat, eyes tracking Jazz as she swings the heavy metal door open and breathes in deep. "HEY!" She yells, her voice miraculously sounding out over the ghost screaming. The screams stop. "MOM! DAD! CUT THAT OUT, YOU'RE SCARING DANNY!"

There's no sound, and Danny sighs a breath of relief. Not that it does much to slow his anxious heart, the shrieks are burned into his ears, and he's already thinking about leaving now rather than later. He can meet Tucker at his house.

His parents - his mom, actually - appears at the entrance to the lab, her hands drip bright, ectoplasm green, and there's splatters of it across the front of her suit and goggles like blood. Danny feels white in the face, and Jazz looks enraged.

Mom pulls off her goggles, frowning apologetically. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Your father and I just got carried away, we caught this one just this morning by the park." She says, as if that makes it any better. Danny's eyes are glued to the ectoplasm dripping onto the floor. "We'll wait until you get to school."

Danny wishes they wouldn't do this at all. But he just nods mutely, unable to make his lead-heavy tongue do anything. Jazz speaks for him, and whirls on mom like a tornado about to break loose. "At school? This shouldn't be happening at all - it's wrong, mom!"

Jazz has been the only one vocal about this whole thing ever since mom and dad came home with a ghost trapped in one of their nets - their thermos wasn't working - while Danny was on sick leave after he got out of the hospital. Danny still remembers the utter shock he was in after mom and dad came in dragging it behind them.

The ghost looked like a grown woman, but it - she - had the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen, and ice-like skin. She'd been thrashing in the net, saying something in a hissy, whispering language that made static build behind his eyes. It had surprised him that he could somewhat make out what she was saying.

It had been fascinating. Up until the screaming started.

He watches Mom make a face that looks like endeared annoyance, and she turns to Jazz with a light sigh. "You're a kind girl, Jazz, but ghosts aren't human, sweetheart. We've told you this." And they have, multiple times. It's become a reoccurring argument.

"Does it matter?!" Jazz exclaims, her cheeks turning an inflamed red with indignancy. She looks appalled. "They're still in pain! You're hurting them!"

Danny silently nods, but they don't see. Jazz is glaring at mom with the burning anger of the sun and Mom just looks exasperated. "Your father and I know this already, Jazmine." Mom says, her arms crossing across her chest.

Jazz's mouth drops open.

Danny's almost does the same. The bone-chilling blood rush leaves him shivering, and his vision spots out in black, fuzzy dots for a few seconds. Maybe, he thinks, it's his heart stopping again with the cold horror.

They know this?

And they're still doing it?

He thought he knew his parents - now he's second-guessing himself.

Jazz is just as much at a loss for words as Danny is. And then her expression shutters closed with a fury-kind of icy. "Danny," she says, still staring down their mom. "Go get your stuff, I'm driving you to school."

Normally, he hates how.. parent-y Jazz gets. She acts like a second mom, and like a helicopter one to boot. It drives him nuts on the worst of days. Right now though, he's already rising to his feet before he's even opening his mouth.

"Okay." He croaks, and beelines it up the stairs for his backpack. He doesn't look at mom when he comes back down, he doesn't think he can. He can see her still-dripping hands in the corner of his eye though.

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"Man, you look like shit." Tucker says the moment Danny sits down in their homeroom class, he's frowning. Danny doesn't say anything to him, he just grunts and drops his head into his arms.

Sam, sitting behind Danny, leans across the aisle and smacks Tucker in the arm. He yelps in pain, and rubs the spot she hit with a glare. "He's right though," Sam says, leaning over his shoulder. "You looked like you were gonna yak over the front row when you walked in."

"It's good that you didn't," Tucker grumbles, "Dash would've killed you."

Danny, despite the shit morning, manages a smile and tilts his head so that his cheek is resting on his arm instead. "Mr. Lancer wouldn't've let him." Sam sniffs, and her fingers are in his hair already - it's been growing out for a while now. He meant to cut it but then the lab accident happened, and he was in the hospital, and then on sick leave, and -- long story short, he was growing it out.

Besides, Sam pulling it back for him was relaxing, and he feels the tension bleeding out of his shoulders already. His anxious heart slowing. "Yeah, he's been weirdly protective since the accident." He says. It was kinda nice, Dash was being forced to back off - finally, more than he was before.

"Probably because if you have a heart attack in class from Dash bullying you, he'll be liable." Tucker snorts, relaxing back into his chair. Up front, the three of them see Dash shoot them a glare from over his shoulder. He probably heard them -- and Tucker doesn't help by giving him an innocent, too-wide grin.

There's a tug, and Danny lifts his head slightly as Sam ties his hair back with whatever hairband she procured out of nowhere. And she says she's not a witch, honestly.

His smile falters, however, when Sam leans back around his shoulder with a frown still evident on her face. "Seriously though, what's up? You were really pale -- paler than normal, that is."

Danny doesn't really wanna tell them - he's kept the whole 'my parents are torturing ghosts' thing to himself ever since he first woke up to the house shaking. It wasn't any secret though that there were ghosts now actually 'infesting' Amity Park though, they'd been popping up ever since the portal turned on.

But Jazz says talking about things helps alleviate stress of what's burdening you, and Danny doesn't usually listen to her. She's his annoying older sister, of course he doesn't. But... this... wasn't really something he wanted to keep secret forever, either.

His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and he averts his eyes. It's like tearing off a band-aid, Danny, he thinks, just... blurt it out. "My parents are torturing ghosts in the basement." He says, only to immediately wince as both Sam and Tucker drop their jaws.

"What!?" They both yell in unison, and Danny ducks his head down as everyone else sitting around them turn their heads.

"Not so loud!" He hisses, peeking through his arms and glaring at the both of them. They both grimace, embarrassment dusting red across Sam's face and Tucker's darkening slightly, and duck their heads down towards him.

"Sorry, what!?" Tucker whispers back at him, his face all scrunched up in disbelief. Sam's redness has faded into pale horror and -- and yeah, yeah, Danny gets it. He feels that way too.

"They keep catching the ghosts and dissecting them." He whispers, and god, he feels sick just saying it. Tucker's face falls slack, and he looks about as ill as Danny feels. "I don't- I don't know what to do about it, I keep waking up to them screaming, and Jazz keeps getting into fights about it with them."

"Oh my god." Sam mutters, her hands pressing together and covering her mouth. Danny nods mutely, chewing on his lip.

"They know its hurting them." He adds, and its still dizzyingly terrifying to think about. He thought he knew his parents. He thought he knew them. He guesses that saying of people being multi-faceted was true. "They don't care."

Sam and Tucker both look green. Or as close to green as they can get. "That's- that's inhumane." Sam breathes, and Danny huffs sardonically - funny, that's what Jazz said this morning. That's what she keeps saying. "And there's really nothing you can do?"

"Not unless I go into the lab myself and release them," he mutters, hiding half his face in his arms. "And I haven't been back in there since I got electrocuted." His parents wouldn't allow it, and it's not like he he was chomping at the bits to go back inside anyways.

...Hm.

"I'm sorry, Danny." Tucker says, his voice low and horrified, "that's- that's awful."

Yeah. He knows.

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This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea.

Where was Danny you ask? Sneaking down into the lab at sometime past midnight, long after his parents have gone to bed. It's been a week since he said, sarcastically, that the only thing he could do was release the ghosts in the lab, and it hasn't left his head.

Even though he was utterly terrified as he took slow, sneaky steps down the stairs. The thought had been keeping him up at night. He could do it. He could go down into the lab and let them go. He could do something.

It's not like his parents had put a lock on the door. He hadn't even thought about it - if he thought about it, he'd back out. So when he heard his parents go to sleep that night, he waited an hour before sneaking out.

Every sound felt so loud, and his heart had raced in his ears as he creaked open the door to the lab, and closed it behind him for good measure. And his hands were shaking as he reached the bottom of the steps and stepped into the lab for the first time in two months.

And good god, did he almost regret it. There were ghosts in cages of all kinds, and ectoplasm seeping down onto the floor of their cages. They were clutching their chests, of which bled sluggishly through stitched up y-scars. They were moaning, and crying, curled up in the back like frightened animals. And there was a metal table in the center of a room that was stained green, green, green.

"Oh my god." He breathes, horror driving itself up into his throat with the churning of his gut. That's another thing he almost regrets - if only because half a dozen ghosts all snap their heads towards him, and it becomes pandemonium in an instant.

Rattling, yelling, crying, they're all screaming at him. Either to tell him to go away, to give them mercy, or to spew threats at him. It's in that same, hissy language that he's heard before. Whispery, echoing, and overlapping like multiple languages being played backwards and forwards at the same time. It gives him an immediate headache as his mind tries to comprehend and translate it.

Go away. Don't hurt us. Go away. I'll tear you apart. Leave. Leave. LEAVE.

It's all so much. Danny wants to throw himself up the stairs and back up to his room in a prey-driven instinct to flee, flee, flee. He doesn't. He covers his ears and digs his nails into his hair.

He yells. "I'M NOT LEAVING. BE QUIET!" and somehow, it silences everyone in an instant. He looks up, and everyone is staring at him, their multi-colored eyes burning into him.

Tentatively, he lowers his hands, they're shaking. He's still so scared. But courage isn't a lack of fear, its doing something despite it. He blinks back the terrified sting in his eyes, and twiddles with his hands. "I'm- I'm not here to hurt you." He stammers, "I promise. I'm not my parents."

It's silent for a long moment, and then there's an animalistic-like hiss from his left. He turns his head, and there's a ghost of a man curled up in a cage, staring him down with a thunderous look on his face. "Liar." He hisses, his voice warping in that hissy language. There are goat-like horns protruding from his head, and his eyes are yellow and slitted. He's dripping ectoplasm from his chest.

Danny swallows the bile in his throat.

And frowns. "I'm not lying." He says, and the ghost doesn't get hostile, much to his surprise. But there's a ripple of murmurs that spreads through the room like a wave at a ballgame. The ghost that spoke stares at him, then squints.

"You understand us, child?"

And - okay, Danny doesn't like the 'child' comment. He's fourteen for goodness sake, and he bristles silently like it's an insult, but he's no there to argue, he's here to help. So he swallows his pride and starts to walk towards the closed portal.

His legs are shaking, he's afraid they're gonna give out beneath him. The portal scares him, more than it did when he first saw it. But maybe that's because when he first saw it, he hadn't almost died from it.

His heart is pounding in his ears. Is it going to give out again, will he have to go to the hospital again? Despite his insistence that he's fine, Danny's heart hasn't beat right ever since the accident. He's checked. He spent an hour every night with his fingers pressed against the pulse point at his throat, at his wrist, terrified of the slow-beating he could feel thrumming against the skin.

Hearts aren't supposed to beat that slow - that much he knows. He's afraid he's going to drop dead if it drops any lower.

"Of course I do." He swallows, glancing back at the ghost. Everyone's eyes are on him, they burn into him, curious, wary, afraid. He's in front of the portal, in front of the keypad to open it. Shit, did dad put in a password? "Am I- am I not supposed to?"

He pauses to look at the ghost, and the man has moved to stare at him from a new angle in his cage - god he's gonna need to find the key. Mom and dad probably have it in their desk, right?

The ghost is silent. "...No. You're not." He says, and his head tilts to the side as Danny mentally translates in his head. he looks at Danny like he's trying to inspect him, like he's trying to look into him like his parents have looked into the ghost. "What is your name, child?"

"I'm not a child." He bites out, and immediately winces. Shit- he just said not to antagonize them. But the ghost doesn't look offended. In fact, he just grins a sharp, toothy grin like a shark, and raspy giggles and titters echo through the room.

...That's... probably a good sign. "Um," he continues, and turns his back to the keypad. Dad's birthday? He punches into the keys. "I'm- uh, Danny. Danny Fentom- Fanton- Fenton. My parents are- uh, the ones who took you guys." The keypad buzzes and the bar spots red. Wrong password. Dammit.

"Phantom." The ghost says, and the name crawls like a spider across the walls, sneaking up his spine and ringing in the air like the leftover taste of rain and thunder. the rest of the ghosts whisper it amongst themselves.

Danny shivers, it feels like a weight in his chest. It's Fenton, he thinks, but doesn't correct. He doesn't want to push his luck with the being that could tear him apart. "Uh, sure."

He punches in mom's birthday. Wrong. He puts in Jazz's. Wrong. "How come we haven't seen you down here, Phantom?" The ghost asks, and Danny shrugs helplessly. "You are the Danny that the unknown girl yells about?"

He tries his own birthday. Wrong. Fuck. What's the password? The tremor in his limbs worsens with his anxiety, and he tries to keep his breathing steady. What if he can't get this open? What if he can't get them out? He nearly forgets to answer the ghost, and licks his dry lips. "Um- yeah, that's me. The Danny guy." He says, turning to the cages again. "And uh, I don't come down here because my parents don't allow it."

The ghost, uh, goat-man? Tilts his head, there are whispers throughout the room that pick up. And Danny feels like the kid late to an all school assembly and now has to walk past the whole school to find a seat.

Goat-man smiles again, or bares his teeth? "You are the reason why the human doctors haven't cut into us more than they already have." And- that's- that's good? He thinks?

"That's- good, right? You- you don't want to be cut open, so it's good that I, uh, indirectly stopped it a few times?"

A round of titters goes through the room again. The man's grin widens inhumanly so, and Danny's heart spikes with fear. "Yes, it's a good thing, Phantom child." He says, "Why is it that your parents do not let you come down here?"

Danny stares, and swallows again, dry. The back of his neck tingles, and he tastes electricity on his tongue. "I had an accident down here, um, nearly two months ago." His eyes flick to the cable cord where the portal was plugged in, and his heart flutters with the images of green that got burned behind his eyes. He looks away. "The portal, it, ah, electrocuted me. I was in the hospital because it nearly killed me."

"It did kill you." The ghost says immediately, and terror fills up in Danny like water flooding a room. What? What? What? He was alive. His heart was beating, he was alive. "But only for a moment. You've been touched by death, Phantom."

That was so fucking ominous. And terrifying. And terrifyingly ominous. And also really horrifying. Danny does a swift pirouette and turns back to the keypad. Time to figure out the passcode and not think about that, ever again, actually.

"Wow." He rasps, his mind numb as he punches in a random code of numbers and gets a red screen. "How reassuring. Tell death I want a refund." He gets laughter again, and his shoulders scrunch up to his ears.

"It is the reason you can understand us, then." The ghost says behind him. "We are not speaking your language child - rather, you are speaking ours."

Again. Fucking ominous. Danny furrows his brows and stares hard at the keypad - if he was dad, and he wanted to put a password lock on his lifetime achievement in something that was easy to remember and equally important, what would it be?

Oh. Right.

He bites back a groan - how obvious. Danny's an idiot. Or maybe just so scared witless that his brain isn't working right. "Fudge." He grumbles, and punches it into the keypad. It dings green.

Of - fucking - course. Danny rolls his eyes.

He hears a hiss, and Danny rapidly scuttles back as the massive blast doors twisted open like something out of a scifi movie - he'd be geeking out if he wasn't aware of his own rapid heartbeat. Like a gun charging up, an unearthly green glow appears at the back of the tunnel an d then rapidly moves towards him, growing larger and larger.

Danny flinches, half-convinced its going to hit him. He was going to be vaporized, and he brings up his arms to protect himself. But nothing happens, and he peeks open an eye that he closed when the ghost from before murmurs for him to open them.

The portal is - is, well. Indescribable. It fills the dark room with its glow, swirling like a those weird, shimmering liquid dyes put into martini glasses in those aesthetic gifs on the internet. And the light it casts on the walls shimmers and moves like the aurora borealis.

Danny is speechless. It's... oddly beautiful. And terrifying. There's a whole new world in that dimension - if he steps through he won't be on earth anymore.

And... his parents wanted to eradicate the people on the other side of it?

He whirls on foot, his back to the portal - a thing that fills him with dread. his shaking - its worse. Danny almost thinks his feet will give out. "Do - do any of you know where mom and dad keep the keys to the cages?" He asks, but he's already stalking towards the desk on the other side of the room.

The people in the cages grow restless, and they've been silent for the most part - but with the portal open, and him going to find the keys, they'd begun to grow talkative. They were moving more in the cages, talking to each other, excitement filling the air with so much hope Danny could feel it resonating between his ribs.

A new voice, quiet and feminine, speaks up on the opposite side of the goat-man's cage. She's closer to the desk, and she has also been cut open. There are black tears staining her face, and her shock white hair floats like she's underwater. Immediately, on instinct, Danny's head supplies him with a word.

Banshee.

"In the bottom drawer, Phantom." She whispers, her voice lilting and melodic. Her pitch black eyes follow him across the room. "I've seen them put it there after putting us back into our cages."

He nods mutely, and again feels horrified by their treatment from his parents. His pace quickens to the desk, and just as the banshee woman said, there are keys in the bottom drawer sitting on top of a bunch of research papers that have a suspicious green stain on them.

Danny ignores the stain and grabs the keys, holding them up as he closes the drawer. When he turns back to the cages, all eyes are on him. "Um," he rasps, "I found the key." Who do I free first?

His eyes land on the banshee woman first, she's the closest to the desk. And in an arc he follows the lineup to the other side side of the room. He moves to the banshee woman's cage first, and she perks up as he kneels down to the door.

"I'll- I'll go in a circle, first." He announces, fingers fumbling with the key as he inserts it into the hole. The banshee woman had her fingers - clawed and knife-like, capable of tearing out his throat in an instant - around the bars of her confinement. She was staring at him intently.

He hesitates, and looks up. Her eyes are pitch black, he noticed this before, but this close its like its threatening to suck him in and send him swirling through a blackhole. "If- if I free you," he stammers, licking his lips, "will you attack me?"

The banshee woman bares her razor teeth at him, and reaches through the bars to touch his face. It takes all Danny's restraint not to flinch as her nails drag down his cheek softly. "No," she says, "you're freeing us, Phantom. We will not attack you."

Danny.. will just have to take her word for it. He nods, and with a sharp twist of his wrist unlocks the cage with one hand, and flings open the door with the other. In an instant, the banshee dives forward -- Danny thinks she's lunging at him, and flinches violently.

She goes through him instead, leaving him with a bone-deep chill and a heartbeat in his ears. He turns, and sees her dive through the portal like a swimmer diving into a pool.

There is silence throughout the room. And then everyone else begins to clamor once again, just like when Danny first walked in. Danny hurries to hush them - he said he was going around the room! He'll free them, but be quiet, or you'll wake his parents!

He rushes for the next cage, and one by one opens each and every cage. There are cheers, and thank yous, and cries of gratitude. He has to help the weaker ghosts out of their cage and limp them towards the portal. His shirt and hands are stained green with their blood.

(When he goes back up to his room later, he throws it off and throws it away. He can't stand the sight of it, and he scrubs his hands until they're raw.)

It's a lot for Danny to not burst into tears, or to throw up. Until finally he reaches goat-man's cage, and releases him. He is one of the ghosts too weak to fly on their own, and so Danny lets him lean against him and helps him to the portal.

"Will you be okay?" He asks once they are at the threshold, the portal hums softly this close to it. Almost like its trying to beckon Danny inside, like a siren song. Danny ignores it. "Will everyone else?"

"We will heal, Phantom." Goatman says, holding a hand to his chest. He looks tired, this close, and Danny can feel him looking at him, even without any pupils to show it. "Once back inside the Infinite Realms our bodies will heal on its own."

Danny nods silently, and his frown begins to wobble. The stress he's been under is finally starting to take its toll, and he is emotionally exhausted. There is still a lingering taste of fear in the air that doesn't belong to him - but the ghosts that have left. "I'm sorry." He croaks, his voice cracking. "I didn't - I didn't think you guys were human. I'm sorry."

The ghost's expression softens, but he still looks stern. "We aren't human." he says, and Danny frowns, confused. The ghost continues, and reaches out a long finger to tap against Danny's chest, where his heart is. "But do not think for a moment that humanity can be measured by the sound of a heartbeat, child. We are just as humane as you living can be, and we are just as sentient and sapient as you. Do not forget that, and you will not become your parents."

There's nothing for Danny to say to that, except nod once again. His tongue is heavy in his mouth, made of lead. "This will happen again," he continues, and his eyes prick, "they're gonna keep catching ghosts and bringing them down here." And hurting them.

Goatman nods curtly, and raises an eyebrow at Danny. "What will you do to stop them, Phantom?" He asks, "You could keep releasing them after they have been already caught, but that will not stop the pain they face under the hands of your parents."

He's right. He's right. And if Danny keeps releasing them afterwards, his parents will grow suspicious. They'll start sticking around trying to catch whoever is freeing the ghosts. And Danny doesn't want to face what will happen if his parents realize that he's the one freeing ghosts.

His eyes flicker rapidly around the room, trying to think of a solution - what could he do? What can he do?

His eyes land on the thermos sitting on the table.

"I... I could catch ghosts?" He says, unsure, and looks back to the ghost. He nods, beckoning for Danny to continue. "I can catch them in the thermos before my parents do, and then release them back to the Zone."

"That will work." The ghost says, "The thermos doesn't hurt to be in, it's merely cramped. Will you follow through on this?"

"Yes."

The ghost smiles at him a third and final time, his teeth glinting in the green portal light. "Then good luck, Danny Phantom."

He lets go, and disappears into the portal.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #tw mentions of blood #dpdc #clone^2 #tw mentions of experimentation #dp dc #dpxdc ficlet #dpxdc au #dp x dc au #danny fenton is a clone #danny fenton is not the ghost king #danny: my name is danny fentom - fenton #ghost: hello danny phantom #i thought that was a clever way for danny to get his 'phantom' vigilante name. although if that hadnt happened he still would've chosen #phantom as his vigilante name. it just would've happened differently. danny being terrified of the ghosts but still going through with #freeing them anyways #will rpobably reblog later with a continuation of him actually deciding to sneak out as phantom. but thats a hard maybe.#its a danny phantom fic so its kinda expected for them to be OSME kind of horror elements to it. thats the best part!#i left a few details out like how the portal light made danny's hair look white from a certain angle from where the light was hitting it #alerting all ghosts but danny that danny has been affected by the infinite realms in some way and was not as human as he seemed.#altho that was obvious by the fact that he could understand ghostspeak when no living being should be able to #ghost: dont judge humanity by the sound of a heartbeat #i had another tag i was gonna put here - what was it??? will add later if. i remember #NOW I REMEMBER #parental ambuigity from the fenton parents. are they good are they bad? up to interpretation

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impyssadobsessions · 10 months

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DPxDC Deathstroke

Ugh Now I'm stuck on the idea of like Slade(Deathstroke) Constantly trying to get back at Dick through Danny. Like Danny is Dick's son in this, maybe even for a later story in Phoenix Down universe. But basically Deathstroke tests Nightwing's new protege.. having seen this one sticking around. Danny doesn't understand how even with his powers this guy is hard to fight- and getting his ass kicked a fair amount by him. Nightwing jumping in at the right time to help Danny and telling Deathstroke off. Slade realizes Danny is Dick's kid.. and kind of as pay back for Nightwing getting his kid into heroism... Slade takes great interest in Danny. Even finding out how to control him, using a red stone much like Freakshow. Training him as his own sidekick-

By the time Bats and Nightwing catch him- Danny is sent to fight them. Using same name Nightwing did undercover. Danny's trying to fight it. But Slade had enhanced the stone after noticing Danny's resistance. Dick is fighting Slade alone as the rest are trying to contain Danny. Dick doing his best to get the stone back, ENRAGED that Slade messed with his kid. While Slade is cutting Dick deep with his words. Poking at all the right spots. Maybe Jason yelling to get Dick's head in the game. Its only after Slade tells Danny to finish them does Danny knock everyone onto the ground. He starts powering up an attack. Dick tries to go and stop him, only to manage to get held down by Slade. Except Danny doesn't hit them. He changes his shot to a piercing blow, firing at Slade. Danny begging for Dick to help. Dick taking the opportunity to snatch the stone from Slade and crushing it. Slade gets beat up by a furious nightwing before getting away. Slade just chuckling impressed. Saying something like he suppose Danny really is his brood. Just as stubborn too. Nightwing wants to go after him- but Danny calls him while passing out. So Dick catches him, cradling his son in his arms. Just so relieved he's ok... but still fuming that this happened. That he LET it happened. Takes some venting on exercise equipment before Dick can fully calm down. While danny's resting. Rest of the bats trying to help Dick deal with his emotions.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #nightwing #dick grayson #dpxdc story idea #slade wilson #deathstroke #dc crossover #longpost #phoenix down au

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zweetpea · 5 months

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Freedom or Anarchy? Part 2 of 2

Cw: cringe, swears, innuendos. Mondstadt arc has concluded. Next chapter will hopefully be out by Monday. (Expect Monday or Tuesday)

‘Where am I?’

‘What happened to me?’

‘I wanna go home!’

“Time to get up.” You hear someone call. The voice sounds familiar, deep and most likely male (you don’t want to assume).

You open your eyes and see blue. You’re still groggy from Albedo’s tea so you can’t really stand. Someone picks you up, supporting you under your legs and you back.

‘Hang on, if this is Mondstadt… the only man with blue here is.’ “Kae…ya?” You say groggily.

“She speaks… or are you a he? Hard to tell.” He sets you down on a couch in an office.

“This is the terrorist Albedo gave us?” Lisa asks. You can’t quite move but you aren’t as tired as before.

“We’ll have to tie… him? Her? …Ah up! Tie up the terrorist.” Jean says.

“Them… I’m gender fluid. I go by them. Sometimes I’m a he, sometimes I’m a she. But my pronouns are always them.”

“Well, at least we’re getting answers.” Lisa giggles.

You say as Kaeya binds your wrists and ankles with rope. You lean forward onto him and whisper to only him. “Tighter, daddy~”

“Sky, where did you say that Light and Paimon ran off to?” Kaeya asks, embarrassed and blushing.

“We’ve met Barbatos, they went off to find him.” Aether says. That’s right, the twins didn’t tell anybody their real names.

“We’re back! And we’ve brought a friend!” Paimon cheers.

“Obviously this goes without saying but no one can mention this man’s true identity, okay.” Jean states with a harsh tone that you’ve never heard from her before. Everyone nods, except for you.

Venti walks towards you and you look at him. “Are you the one Celestia fears?”

“I have no idea what that means.”

“The descender, the honored one, the adored one. Do any of these names ring a bell?”

“No?”

“Do not lie to me! Albedo said-”

“Why the F you lyin’~ why you always lyin’~”

“…”

“Sorry I have a tendency to reference memes and vines. I’m Gen Z, it’s a part of who we are. I’m kidding, I think that’s just me.”

“So the Adored One has a name, Jen.”

“No that’s-”

“And these “Me-ms” and “vines” must be your sacred texts! You’re a nature spirit aren’t you!”

“No! And for the record I don’t think you are a god!”

“Wow, the honored one looks down upon me.”

“Boys, Girls, and squirrels, listen up! Because I’ll only say this once. I’m not from this world. I want to go home. The world I come from none of you are real.”

“Honored one, saying “Boys, Girls, and squirrels” doesn’t help your claim that you aren’t a nature spirit.”

“Oh for Shucks sake. Actually can I swear in here? I don’t think so. Hell! Bullshit! Kaeya’s tight Ass! Lisa’s big boobies! Mmhmm boobies~” you start to laugh maniacally. “I need to be put in a mental hospital.”

“Oh for the love of-” Lumine cuts herself off and goes up to you then shakes your. “Pull yourself together long enough for us to get answers.”

“Right, right. I’m just a college kid who majored in computer science and engineering. The world I come from you all are a game and I hacked into your code which brought me here. That “Boys, Girls, and squirrels” comment comes from a YouTuber I watch semi frequently.”

(A/n: Danny Motta is his name. He’s pretty funny. Go check him out)

“How’d you heal Stormterror then.” Aether asked.

“The sustainer of heavenly principles gave me her powers.”

“So… none of us are real?” Amber asks.

“Well, I don’t know how I’d be here if you guys weren’t real but to me you’re just a game. Any of you can be killed and revived at the Statue of the Seven.”

“I suppose that does poke holes in my credibility as an archon.” Venti twiddles his thumbs.

“Can I please leave now? I can take Dvalin with me and we can just leave.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. If Stormterror is still enraged we can’t let him destroy other nations. It could spark an all out war.” Jean says.

“What if we let them stay at that broken down building?” Aether suggests.

“I still think that we should keep Jen here just in case Stormterror gets any more ideas about attacking Mondstadt.”

“So we use Jen as a bargaining chip?” Lumine chimes in.

“Exactly.”

“Okay if you guys are going to call me Jen can you at least make it Gen with a G? I want to be different.”

“But Jean! Isn’t that basically asking Stormterror for a fight?”

“Amber’s right Jean. If we’re going to keep them here we’ll need a plan to tame Stormterror.” Lisa says.

“I’ll tame him.” Venti says assuredly. “We just have to keep them here long enough for me to calm him down.”

“BARBATOS!” Dvalin calls from outside. “GIVE ME BACK WHATS MINE!”

“Everyone! To your stations! Protect the city at all costs!” Jean shouts and everyone rushes from the room.

“Shit! I have to get out of here!”

“Master Jean! I’m scared!” Klee runs into the office.

“Klee! Perfect timing, I’m your brother’s friend.”

“Your big brother Albedo’s friend? Why are you tied up?”

“It’s a long story. Right now I need you to untie me so I can save everyone.”

“You can do that? I don’t know, usually only bad people are tied up.”

“No no! Klee it’s more complicated. You want to save Albedo and Jean and Kaeya, Lisa, Amber, Razor and everyone else right? Then you have to untie me so I can make Stormterror go away.”

“How do I know that you aren’t lying?”

‘If gold knows me. Chances are Alice will too.’ “Your mom knows me. I’m the adored one. You can ask her about me.”

“Mom knows you?”

“Yeah, and you know about Albedos secret lab in the mountains right? I’ve been there. He told me about how much he cared about you.”

“You’ve gone there?! You really do know Albedo. Okay!” She comes over and unties you.

“Thanks.” You go over to the window, open it up and shout. “Dvalin!” He comes rushing to you at your cry and you jump out the window and grab onto his tail.

He flies towards the woods and you land in a stone arena. “Andrius! I need a favor.”

“What could the East Wind possibly want from me?”

“Protect the Adored one at all costs.

“How can this puny human be the Adored one?”

As the two bicker you quietly sneak away. As you climb out of the arena you stop when you see black boots and look up.

“Who are you.” Diluc looks down at you.

“I am iron man.”

“Iron man?” Dvalin roses as he and Andrius start to brawl.

“Can you get me out of here?”

“Are you the one rumored to have healed Stormterror?”

“Maybe.”

“Come on.” He grabs your arm and hoists you up. He then picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and starts to run.

“Hey! Am I just a sack of potatoes to you?”

“Quiet down or they’ll hear us.” He runs and runs until you two get to a water bank. “Follow this past west and you’ll be in Liyue.” He tells you as he sets you down.

“Oh wow. My own dark knight. How romantic. Well for saving the fair ward of the dragon you get a kiss, as a reward.”

“No thank you.” He grimaces at you.

“Oh come on! I was promised debauchery! You’re no fun.”

“Just leave.”

“Thanks for saving me! I’m coming back for that kiss though!” You say as you run off.

‘Hot dragon archon here I come! Please be like a lizard and have two co-‘

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zyonsay · 6 months

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Wildfire, Chapter Two MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You almost scored a win, but Max wouldn't let that happen. The McLaren boys want to take your mind off of things!

Warnings: Swearing, Max is a bit of an asshole,Reader has anger issues, Slight Violence, Alcohol, Ki ki ki rah sweat sweat

Now playing: 'Monaco' by Bad Bunny

AN: This was a STRAIN! School is beating my ass recently and it's really difficult for me to get anything done BUT i really want to write this fic!

(Here is the previous chapter)

(Here is the next chapter)

The race season was in full swing, and you’d been doing well. Max had, as per usual, always taken the victory, but most of the time you were on the podium next to him. You were a great new asset to Red bull, and many of the fans seemed to like you. You started discovering more and more memes about you on Instagram and Twitter that would make you chuckle. (Or X? Man idk)

People saw you as a two-sided coin, since your charismatic, silly moments were accompanied by boiling, blood red rage when something messes up the race. Numerous fans compared you to Max when he first entered F1, calling you a “Smaller version of Mad Max.”

You guys’ interactions felt like witnessing two proud stags smash their antlers against each other. No full-on fights have ensued yet, but the tense feeling between you two can be felt by everyone from miles away. It was like the calm before a storm, electric energy surging through the air, waiting to strike when things get any more heated.

Your sassy, provocative nature could bring his blood to a boil easily, often causing him to glare at you from far away or leave some snarky remarks while passing by. This dynamic wasn’t optimal for Redbull, having two drivers who clash off the grid might also clash on the grid. As long as the situation wouldn’t get worse, they’d let you two entertain the fans bit more, but Christian kept a close eye on both you and Max.

Usually your bickering was harmless,

But today you could’ve strangled him right then and there in the paddock after the race. Luckily Horner got a hold of you and dragged you away, you felt like an angry dog being put on a chain outside the house by its owner.

What happened a few minutes before angered you deeply. Max profoundly refused to let you pass him, even if you had to brake to not crash into the rear end of his car. You could’ve had the first place if it weren’t for him blocking your way. Saying you were enraged was a pathetic understatement. You were steaming with rage and wanted to smash his head against a wall.

You, Lando and Oscar were strolling towards an Ice cream truck that Oscar had found on google maps. The race weekend was over but many of the drivers decided to stay a bit longer in the beautiful city. Tough it was extremely hot, which was the reason why Oscar and Lando wanted to go for Ice cream, what they didn’t tell you tough is that they wanted to distract you from your conflict with Max.

After paying for your Ice cream, you three made your way to a bench, sitting down and enjoying your refreshments. You chose pistachio ice cream, savoring the sweet, nutty taste. “Have y’all heard about the party tonight?” Lando glanced at the buildings nearby, enjoying the fancy exterior, thinking about snapping a pic for his .jpg account. “I mean, we all know that there will be one, but I didn’t catch any specifics.” Lando now looked at you and Oscar. “Danny told me about it, it’s in the grand Casino at eleven O’ Clock. I really want to go, but I wanted to drag you both with me. Are y’all coming?” He mustered up his best puppy eyes and began pouting. A hearty laugh escaped you, almost causing you to drop your ice cream. “Sure dude! I can’t wait to have some fun.” Oscar grinned, agreeing with what you said. You guys spent some more time shopping and checking out some must-see sights of the city. Lando bought Oscar a little Koala plushie with sunglasses calling it "Oscahs Doppelgänger.” You really liked hanging out with the two McLaren boys, spending time with them meant lots of joking and messing around.

“Hurry the fuck up Y/N, its almost eleven!” Landos voice rang over his obnoxious banging on the door. You rolled your eyes and checked your outfit one more time in the mirror before heading out. You were greeted with a friendly smile from Oscar and Lando who looks like he’ll bounce around the walls like a gummy ball. He could’ve well exploded on the spot with excitement. He and Piastri were both a tiny bit older than you, but Lando was still a kid at heart.

Lando, Oscar and you walked through the city, heading straight for the big, fancy Casino. Even from far away you spotted a familiar, smiley face. “Oi! Danny!” You waved at him, gaining his attention. He was smiling broadly as usual, walking up to your little group. “Hey guys! Looks like Lando managed to drag you along, eh?” He was obviously wearing one of his flash banging party shirts, it wouldn’t be Daniel Ricciardo if he wasn’t wearing something obnoxious, right?

The four of you chitchatted for a while, when Oscar asked: “Were you waiting for someone?” Daniel looked down at his wristwatch; it was already five past eleven. “I was actually. Me and Max wanted to meet up at eleven. Don’t know where he is, maybe he already went inside.” He shrugged, glancing you way as he noticed you tensing up at the sound of the Dutchman’s name. You definitely haven’t forgotten the race earlier that day. The guys stayed quiet for a few moments as the chilly night air blew around your legs, contrasting with the warm weather during the day. Lando was the first to break the silence. “Can we finally go in?”

Once you entered the gigantic building, colorful lights and the smell of overly expensive alcohol flooded your senses. A few familiar faces were dancing, drinking, and laughing, but there were also many you didn’t know. Daniel led the group towards the bar, buying you all a round of shots. “Gotta start the night the right way!”, he laughed before downing the burning liquid. The vodka fueled the sparks in your guts and turned them into a fire. You were going to have fun tonight.

Suddenly a loud voice appeared behind you. “Hey Danny!” You froze for a second before turning around and facing the man you’ve been wanting to murder since this morning. “Oi, Max! Thought I’d never see you!” Daniel abandoned the bar stool to pat Max on the back. Oscar, who was sitting next to you, turned in your direction and whispered. “We don’t have to hang around with him. Let’s just leave- “, you interrupted him, “No. Its ok.” You were too busy glaring at Max to notice Oscars worried expression, not that he thought you’d attack Verstappen out of nowhere, but he was concerned that a teasing comment from Max was enough for you to snap. As he later would find out, it was.

Max didn’t pay any attention to you, obviously not feeling as irritated as you were. The casino was warm from the sheer number of people inside, the loud music mixed with laughing and chatting. Daniel was going on about some experience he had the day before while exploring the city. You were halfheartedly listening to your friends rambling while you were observing your friends’ mimics. Your eyes landed on your fellow Redbull driver. He was listening carefully, asking a question every now and then. He then glanced at you quickly, catching you looking at him. Max then quickly looked away again.

After a while, Lando pulled you away from the bar and towards the dance floor. He was definitely drunk by now and was all giggly and happy. “C’monnnn, dance with me!”, Lando slurred.

It must’ve already been a few hours since you arrived at the Casino, but time flew by so fast. Oscar stated that he was getting tired and wanted to go home in the next hour or so, while Lando was as lively as ever and could go the whole night. You agreed with Oscar though, since you were tired and had an appointed Press conference for tomorrow. Daniel and Max wanted to stay a little longer but agreed to accompany you outside to say goodbye. Once outside, a cold shiver ran down your spine. The city was illuminated by bright lights and a howling wind was brushing through its streets. Daniel stopped, facing the rest of the group.

“We definitely gotta go out together more often!” Lando nodded enthusiastically, glancing your way as if inviting you to go out with him more often.

“Yeah, once Y/N doesn’t hold a grudge against me, I saw those glares.” Max laughed, but you couldn’t help but judgingly glance at him. His face was red and his posture a bit wobbly.

“You’re the one complaining about me during Interviews.” The venom in your voice was very apparent, you made no effort to hide your disdain. Max looked hesitant for a second before his expression hardened. Daniel seemed to feel awkward, not exactly knowing how to deal with you two firecrackers. Max focused his eyes on your face, not wincing under your glare. “And you were the one crying around about me winning this morning?”, he laughed again, seeking eye contact with the others as if to justify his words. The McLarens Aussie next to you looked deeply worried, as If he already suspected what happened next.

The blood in your veins began boiling, you could literally feel it. A heavy push from your side caused Max to stumble back. “Don’t fucking go there you dick. You just couldn’t handle me winning, right?” Your fellow Redbull driver was now shaken awake, glaring at you with a bitter look on his face. “Don’t get mad at me because you lost, fucking Dickhead.”

You were SO ready to ruin his stupid face with a good punch.

…but before you could actually get violent a certain Honey badger stepped in. “Lads, calm your tits! I think it’s best if we all go to our hotel rooms now.” Oscar was holding you back, worrying what would happen if he’d let go of the raging man in his arms. The other McLaren boy was standing next to you guys, unsure what to do. Daniel gave Max a heavy pat on the shoulder and gave him a serious look. “Let’s go get some sleep, buddy.” Max’s eyes never left yours, like a hunter stalking its prey.

But you won’t budge under him.

#male reader #gay #f1 x male reader #f1 fanfic #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #f1 fic #f1 x reader

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spectral-snippets-and-drabbles · 11 months

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New Leaf!Au

Danny successfully completed his training to ascend to the throne and is taking a well earned vacation to celebrate. The time for said vacation time is a surprisingly long, long vacation but one he was happy to take one nonetheless! So he decided to travel the multiverse and found one that had heroes!

Surely he could finally kick back, relax and watch them handle things without his help, right? Especially after aiding them in taking down the guy with funny lazer eyes (he tore Darkseid to pieces in front of said heroes for them).

...Right?

After much gaslighting, feigning innocence, and speaking half-truths on his part, Danny is able to convince them that he's an alien that was the last of his kind with very few memories left of who he was. Thankfully, Martian ManHunter's mind reading abilities don't work on ghosts, so it made him sell his pitch all the more easily.

"I cannot sense them anymore...I am alone...Will I die alone too?"

So now the league of heroes with a bleeding heart take him in and give him a place to stay as a reserve member. After being told that his kind age rather slowly and that he's still considered a youngling, Dinah thinks socializing with younger people will do wonders for Phantom.

And for a while, things are going good until a certain Hellblazer comes rushing to the Leauge to inform the Leauge that the Infinite Realms has been ruined by Pariah Dark and freaks out when he sees Phantom wearing the Ring of Rage.

Something only one Ghost Royalty can wield. Pariah Dark was the last known King of the Realms.

However, due to a lack of knowledge from on the Infinite Realms' practices and culture, they can only speculate what the happened before Phantom found himself wandering around the place. This causes everyone to go crazy with several conspiracy theories.

The most popular ones are as follows, not in any specific tank or order:

1) Phantom has the Ring of Rage on his ring finger. Specifically, on his left ring finger.

Which has some speculating that he was the husband/consort/favored concubine to the king and was offered it to become Pariah's beloved. With all of his injuries, it's assumed Dark's enemy's tortured Phantom to the point of memory regression and so the enraged monarch sacked the Realms to either find him or enact revenge.

Phantom did mentioned he probably had children (Dan and Dani) and that his 'kind' don't need to be male and female exclusively to have offspring.

(He used Box Ghost and Lunch Lady as reference.)

2) Constantine with the knowledge of how one becomes king.

It's possible that Phantom took the title of King after challenging Pariah Dark to one on one combat and suffered a serious blow to his head in the fight to usurp the Tyrant, causing his amnesia.

Medical scans revealed a healed scar on the side of his head under his hair, giving some support to the theory. If that's the case, then their friend is a potential warrior king lost in the Land of the Living!

3) Constantine is taken at face value.

Phantom is Pariah Dark. When his subjects made a move to kill him, they failed and somehow banished him to the realm of the living in exile. If Phantom regained these old memories and truly was the old warlord standing before them, the Leauge would have to make contingency plans to eliminate him, as he laid one of the afterlives to near irreparable ruin.

(Batman's infamous paranoia makes things worse to the point where Danny may flee the universe if he were to use a contingency on him...everyone disliked that!)

4) A Victim of unjust Betrayal?

During his talks with Martian ManHunter, Phantom talked about pieces of memories of ungrateful people and how they saw him as a menace, even though he did everything possible to keep them safe. Everything became a blur after his last encounter with his enemies but couldn't recall what happened next. When he came to, the place was in ruin.

(So it's possible he pulled a Lobo, lashed out in his panicked state and damaged the realms under extreme stress after being harmed by the denizens of the Realms before running away to escape.)

5) Regressed through other means?

Constantine knows that some ghosts have an initial form after death, so he believes that there's a chance that Phantom is Pariah Dark just before he used his powers to become the Evil King, his amnesia making him regress back to the moment before he makes a final decision.

• Some Leaguers believe he's a ticking time bomb if he regained his old memories. One that they probably can't stop, as Constantine and the other magic users can sense some serious God-like power emanating from the Phantom and who definitely has legions of undead armies at his command with forgotten knowledge that would make Apokolips look tame in comparison.

• The others who are more compassionate believe that this could be a chance to help nudge Pariah Dark onto a better path to avoid becoming evil again. Better to help walk a just path and not give him a reason to believe the Leauge would harm him.

One things for certain; everyone believes Phantom is at the critical moment on the crossroad again that could very well make or break the safety of the both the Infinite Realms and Multiverse.

So they'll help him go down the path of Justice.

#danny phantom #justice league #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #He just wanted a break from being a hero ={#Danny is mentally screaming into a pillow #Clockwork and the Ancients are laughing their asses off at the notion of Danny being Dark's boytoy #The fact they think he's Pariah Dark's husband is making him want to die again #Ghosts in the DC multiverse rarely make it to Infinite Realms and are in Limbo #One contracted to Constantine finally made it through the veil and was horrified to see the state of the Infinite Realms #Said ghost couldn't find anyone because the piece of Constantine's soul is repels them #It's like when an orca kills a shark and every single shark for miles scatters #They don't want to be around something that so mangled #Constantine's informant is really late on news and thinks it's recent #The Leauge has outdated information #Everyone thinks Danny is Pariah Dark!au

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connie-taylor · 7 months

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i want to see ana as the final girl so bad. need to see her absolutely kick the shit out of johnny.

i know that they all die in canon as the game takes place prior to the movie, but i can dream.

pls forgive my writing, it's been a long time since i've really dabbled in writing anything and it's 3:30am so i know there is a ton of errors probably but i needed to get this out!

ur a real one if u peep the taylor swift lyric i included too lmao

"i've got you now, girl."

a moment ago, she was sure she was dead.

terrifingly strong hands had been wrapped around her throat, crushing her airway. she had panicked, her nails scratching desperately at her throat, drawing blood from her attacker. he had laughed loudly, taunting her as her feet kicked against the concrete wall, desperate to find footing. her vision had begun to swim before her eyes, the familiar sting of tears coating her lashes.

ana had let go of johnny's hands in her last moments of consciousness, grabbing blindly at the wall and window ledge behind her. the world had begun to fade to black, and a chill crept slowly across her body. her fingers had grazed something cold - it had stung as she clasped it tight in her hand, but the pain felt miles away. her eyes fluttering shut, she had swung the object as hard as she could in a last second attempt to live. a curse and hiss of pain slipped from johnny's lips, and she felt the brute force on her neck disappear.

ana fell to the floor hard, her knees buckling beneath her as she inhaled raggedly. gasping, the world around her spun, and dizziness threatened to send her fully to the ground. but the sound of johnny to her left sent adrenaline coursing through her. she rose on shaking feet, her vision clearing slowly.

johnny was on the ground in front of her, blood pooling from the side of his neck as his hands tried unsuccessfully to stop the bleeding. he was swearing and grunting in pain, trying to get to his feet when he saw her stand.

she was faster.

ana lunged at him, grabbing the knife he had terrorized her and her friends with for days from the ground beside him before he could properly sit up. she slammed into him, the knife sliding cleanly through his shoulder as he howled in pain. his hands flew from his neck onto her shoulders, trying to shove her back, but she ripped the knife free and swung again. the skin on his hand split open, a violent red crevice marred the calloused skin.

johnny's right hand grasped at the left, gasping in pain as the knife plunged into his forearm once, twice. ana rammed the blade back against his chest once more, the blow knocking the man backward, his head slamming down onto the cold floor of the slaughterhouse with a sickening crack. she didn't stop. her mind was clouded with the acts of cruelty she had seen him inflict on her friends.

the piercing shrieks from julie, bound at the wrists, hung from the basement rafters, as the group helplessly watched johnny circle her like prey, the blade of his knife dragging across her skin slowly.

the enraged curses from danny, spit and blood spewing from him lips as he swung, held up by thick rope tied around his hands as johnny slashed at his arms, his chest, his back.

the pleading whimpers from connie, arms and feet tied behind her back on the floor, as she begged him not to beat her anymore. the sickening thud of his boots meeting her back, her torso, the nauseating snap of her ribs fracturing.

the quiet cries of sonny who tried to keep his fear and pain hidden as he curled up in the corner of the room, arms wrapped tight as he tried to self sooth, blood oozing from a wound on his thigh.

the furious threats leland had spat at johnny the entire time, and the pained sobs as johnny beat him and drove his knife deep into his shoulder.

johnny had hurt her as well. her skin showed the signs of abuse - bruises bloomed across her skin, wounds scabbed over, some still trickling blood, and her entire body ached. despite this, her pain was the furthest thing from her mind. of course, she was angry at him for hurting her, but he had hurt her friends and her sister, and that was more than enough reason to want him dead.

ana straddled his torso and drove the knife downward as quickly as she could, in between his ribs. johnny moaned in pain, blood bubbling out of his mouth as he coughed, staring at the knife in surprise. she threw her arm back and brought the knife down again and again and again. he choked on his own blood. it coated his lips and teeth as he managed a sneer up at her. he looked almost impressed.

he spit to the side, thick red blood splattered onto the floor beside him as he turned his eyes back to her. a wet, raspy chuckle came from him as he watched her raise her blood-soaked arm again.

"sure you wanna go through with this? once you watch someone die, you ain't never the same after that," he mused, coughing again, a rattle of phlegm and blood spewing from his lips. ana's chest clenched tight as his words, a white hot burst of rage flashing before her eyes.

"like you said...family first, asshole!"

coated in dirt and bruises, her face and hair damp with blood (her own? her friends? johnnys?), she knew it had to be this way. her brown eyes were wild with hatred as she shrieked, plunging the knife down one final time. she forced it down into his chest with all the strength she could muster. she was small, but the grief and fury fueled her, and she twisted the knife, putting her entire weight onto the handle, as she raised herself up on her knees. johnny inhaled sharply once, his hands raised as if to pull the knife away before they collapsed at his side. his gutteral sounds stopped with a final, deep exhale. his head lulled to the side, and the life drained from his eyes.

ana watched, her chest rising and falling as she panted, exhausted by the exertion and the pain. she felt something well up deep inside of her when she realized he was gone. she cried out - wasn't this what she wanted, to take the life of the man who lured her sister to her demise, the man who tortured and hurt her friends? she knew that it was, yet her pain remained. her heart was broken, the despair so strong she felt it physically. she didn't know if anyone else was alive, they had been separated after the first few days, and she hadn't seen them since they broke out of the basement at the house - the last she had heard was her friends fighting with the monsters who had held them captive as johnny had chased her from the home.

her stomach lurched as she shakily stood, coughing up bile and stomach acid as she staggered away from johnny's body. she wiped her mouth with the back of her arm, only to feel warmth on her lips. she glanced down at her trembling hands, and her stomach rolled again. her arm was slick with dark blood, and she quickly used the bottom of her shirt to wipe her mouth clean. the nausea remained, but there was nothing left in her to expel. the family had kept them starving and dehydrated, had weakened them in the basement. ana swallowed the lump in her throat as she stepped out of the sliding metal door of the slaughterhouse, into the downpour outside. the rain fell straight down in a heavy torrent, drenching her in seconds. the tear streaks in the blood on her face slowly disappeared as the water washed over her.

numb, her vision blurred with rain and her tears as she stumbled down the concrete steps. as her feet touched the ground, she collapsed into the mud, a sob wrenched from her chest. the dirt around her became tinged red in seconds as the blood ran off of her body. she felt a hot burning deep within her chest, as if she held an inferno inside of her. the reality out here was far too cruel to handle on her own. she felt as though she were dying. her hand clutched at her chest as she sobbed, her head lowered, wet hair obscuring the horrific landscape around her. her lip quivered, and she suddenly felt so small and so alone - this had been all her fault.

it's all your fault, ana.

her mind betrayed her, and the guilt slammed into her as she knelt in the mud, curled up, small, like a wounded animal. maria had already been gone for so long. why hadn't she gone to look for her sooner? why had she held on to any hope of finding her alive, finding her safe, somehow tucked away with a friend she made while taking photos? how stupid she felt. how did she let any of this happen? all she wanted was to find maria, to bring her home and back to the people who loved her.

instead, selfishly, she had led her friends straight into the hands of the devil.

it was as if a dam broke inside her. everything she had held in - for her mother, for herself, for her friends - since maria disappeared was ripped out of her. the reality came crashing down as she struggled to inhale, only to be met almost painfully with gasping, suffocating sobs. it was all too much. she wasn't strong enough for this. she was barely eighteen, still felt like a child. her fingers grasped at her chest as if she were attempting to tear her misery out from inside. throat raw, her battered body shuddered with each violent wail, drowned out by the sheet of rain that fell around her.

lost in insurmountable grief, she barely heard the cry of relief or the soft, uneven footsteps that approached her. barely felt the gentle hand on her exposed shoulder. faintly, ana heard worried murmurs and pained, labored breathing. she felt a million miles away from herself, hidden away in a dark corner in the back of her mind. as if she were watching a film through her own eyes. she vaguely registered the feeling of strong, wide arms wrapping around her in a warm, reassuring embrace.

her initial panic at the contact dimmed as the blood rushing in her ears began to slow, her head lifting as she squinted through the rain. several figures surrounded her, some leaned on each other, some stood alone, and two kneeled down in front of her. she couldn't focus, couldn't make out what was being said to her. the words ran together into an unintelligible mumble, but the voice was familiar, gentle, comforting. ana tried to reply, her throat hoarse, her mouth far too dry to form words. she licked her cracked lips and tried to speak again. the voices told her to save her energy, asked if she could stand. the one on her left said they thought they could carry her. she knew those voices anywhere. she blinked away the rain and tears desperate to see them, and let out another sob, this time of relief and happiness, as their faces swam into view.

her friends were alive... but what was left of them?

#tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #tcsm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #txcsm #ana flores #johnny slaughter #tcm johnny #leland mckinney #connie taylor #julie crawford #maria flores #tcm danny #im tagging everyone cuz they have a nice little cameo at the end.... cept poor maria of course #PLS BE KIND IM NOT A WRITER THERE ARE TONS OF MISTAKES ITS 3:30 AM AND I NEEDED TO POST THIS #super vague/hinted at leland x ana in here at the end btw

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Blob Ghost Supreme chapter 2

AO3

Chapter 1

Danny's first victory was not met with the unadulterated praise for which he'd hoped. He heard terms ranging from "Cheater!" to things he wouldn't be able to repeat over the dinner table flung towards him like javelins, along with empty snack packages he had to dodge. The screams of the audience carried a whole range of emotions, the kind of sound that might herald a riot. Would it make things better or worse if Danny tried to step in and get them to settle down? No, Walker's minions were already on that.

Danny glared defiantly at the audience, then headed out of the arena. This was the beginning. So they didn't believe a blob ghost could win that fight fair and square? So they were enraged by the very idea of it? He'd show them. He'd make them believe he was the real deal, that he deserved their respect. If winning this whole tournament was what it took to make that happen, so be it. He would do it.

...

Sam and Tucker had to grab hold of each other to make sure neither got swept away by the increasingly riotous crowd after the battle ended. The ghost cops all jumped into action and soon enough were able to calm the crowd into a tamer simmering discontent.

Muttering continued between audience members as they finally started to settle back into their seats.

Tucker grabbed the shoulder of a Day of the Dead skeleton to his right. "Hey excuse me, what was that? What just happened?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "A blob ghost, just taking out so many ghosts like that? It shouldn't be possible! Did it cheat? Did it bribe all those ghosts somehow? What does it want? We can't let a cheater get away with becoming the ghost king! We—"

"Wait!" Tucker waved his hands to grab her attention. "I just mean like, what are the rules of this tournament? How does this work?"

The woman sagged, scowling at Tucker. "If you care so little about this tournament, why are you even here?" she sighed. "It's the Ghost King Tournament. It'll have three rounds of one on one battles between eight contestants, and the final winner will be the new ghost king." She pointed down at the arena, where the ghost cops were now working on freeing the defeated contestants from ice. "That was a preliminary round. There'll be eight, with contestants randomly divided between them, and the last ghost standing at the end of each preliminary round will be one of the eight contestants."

Tucker nodded. "Okay. Thank you. That helps a lot."

The woman stood, dusting herself off. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go discuss this with someone who actually cares how it turns out."

Tucker turned back to Sam as the other ghost turned away, finding her having some debate about ghost races with a dangerous-looking ghost to her left. Tucker pulled her away from him. "Sam, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sure." Sam looked like she was about to fire some final word at the large ghost behind her, but Tucker yanked her away into the crowd before she could.

Tucker grabbed her face in his hands. "Sam, that blob ghost Phantom is really powerful."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "We're not leaving."

"What do you mean?" Tucker glared at her. "What are we even doing here then? Putting our lives in danger for curiosity's sake?"

Sam grabbed his shoulders, holding him away from her. "Look, we may not be sure exactly what's important about what's going on, but this tournament is a huge deal. Seeing it could be a once-in-a-lifetime experience."

Tucker started to respond, but Sam interrupted him. "Plus, how much danger can our lives be in if we've somehow been sponsored by the Observant boss or whatever it was that police officer ghost said?"

Tucker frowned. "What was that about, anyway? Why would some important ghost want us here?"

Sam let go of Tucker and started tapping her chin. "I think the ghost mentioned that it was because we're the future ghost king's friends. But we don't have any ghost friends. Do you think it's some kind of mix-up? Did we actually fool them?"

Tucker shrugged. "Yeah. I don't know. It's weird." He straightened. "If we're not the right people, then... what'll happen when they find out the truth?"

Sam cringed. "So we might be in a little danger. Okay. Still, it's not like we'll ever get another chance like this."

Tucker curled in on himself. "I don't know. I don't like it. I feel like we're getting in way over our heads, Sam. We're supposed to be having a hangout with Danny right now! What are we going to tell him when we get back if he's been there waiting for us now?"

Sam pulled out her phone. "Do we have service—? No. Yeah, um. Okay. How about we compromise. If things start going south, if somebody tries to hurt us, we leave. Okay?"

Tucker rolled the idea around in his head. "Okay. Fine. I mean, yeah, I'm curious too." He shuffled awkwardly. "Do we have to watch all the prequalifying fights though?"

Sam smiled in relief. "No, we can probably find some hallway to hang out in 'til the one-on-one fights start. Thanks, man."

Tucker smiled wryly. "I'm the one who gets to call if things are getting too dangerous, 'kay?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Fine."

The two of them walked up towards the top of the audience seating, looking for an exit to somewhere else. The next pre-round was about to start, and it'd be better to get out of the way before things got exciting again.

Tucker worried there wouldn't be anywhere to go since most ghosts got around by flying, but thankfully they were able to find an exit to some hallways that could easily be reached by foot. Was this place based off of a human colosseum? Or was it originally built by humans? It'd be pretty interesting if the places in the ghost zone were the ghosts of places from the real world too.

The hallways weren't completely quiet and still had a fair number of ghosts milling about, but it was significantly more peaceful back here than out in the audience.

Sam and Tucker started strolling aimlessly down the hall.

"You know," Sam said, "If you don't want to be here, I could drop you off back at the Fentons' with the Speeder. You don't have to be here with me."

Tucker snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm not leaving you here in some deep part of the ghost zone all alone."

Sam smirked. "I guess it is kind of nice having you here too."

They found a bench and sat down. "Too bad Danny's not here," Tucker said.

Sam leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. "His fault for being so late," Sam said. "Plus, he hasn't been that interested in ghost stuff anyway. Any time I try to talk about that blob ghost—Phantom—he's always changing the subject."

Tucker frowned, thinking.

Sam glanced at him. "What?"

"Why is it always us who see Phantom? It's not like it’s rare for the little guy to show up, but Danny's never been there when he does."

Sam tilted her head. "Well, huh." She frowned down at the floor. "Is he avoiding Phantom on purpose?"

"But how would he know when Phantom was gonna show up?" Tucker asked.

"I mean, whenever a ghost shows up for it to fight? I have noticed Danny taking bathroom breaks often when that happens." Sam tapped her fingers.

Tucker stared down at his shoes. "Correct me if I'm wrong. But didn't Danny always leave before the ghost would show up?"

"Oh." Sam nodded. "I mean, that makes sense. I was trying to remember why teachers would let him leave if a ghost was there. Makes more sense if he'd left before."

"Weird," Tucker said, folding his arms.

A flash of green zipped by at eye-level.

Tucker and Sam launched up from their seats. "Phantom!" Sam cried, dashing after him, and Tucker followed quickly after.

Phantom was far faster than the two humans were on foot, even when he was having to slow down to take turns in the narrow hallway. Soon enough they'd lost sight of the blob ghost, but kept tracing his path by asking nearby ghosts which way they'd seen him go.

Eventually they wandered their way down to a basement story, where there was some kind of ghost gym (it looked pretty similar to a human gym except that some things were floating). Phantom was visible repeatedly tackling a sandbag with enough force to send it swinging wildly, and the ghosts near him kept giving him nervous glances.

Sam strode up to the blob ghost and said, "Hey, Phantom!"

"AH!" the blob ghost jolted to a halt with an adorably high-pitched shriek.

Yeah, okay, Tucker was no longer scared. He walked up to the ghost and stood next to Sam.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Sam said with alarming respect towards a tiny creature with such an adorable voice.

Tucker coughed, trying to regain his composure.

Phantom muttered something about how he wasn't startled, and was Tucker imagining things or was his face a darker shade of green? Anyhow, "Well, what is it?" Phantom asked.

Sam drew herself up and cleared her throat with a level of professionalism that made Tucker wonder what was about to come out of her mouth. "As the ambassadors from the humans to this auspicious occasion, we'd like to ask you a few questions about you and this event."

Phantom scoffed. "You two are ambassadors? From what government? No one sends ambassadors to the ghost zone!"

Tucker glared at Sam with the intensity it'd take to telepathically call her an idiot for thinking that would work again.

"Uh," Sam continued. "Well, from America. We're the kids of the president!"

How far are you going to push this? Tucker telepathically glared.

Sam glanced at him and finally noticed his glaring and gave him a telepathic I dunno, man.

Phantom dipped down low in a mock bow. "Oh, my apologies, Princess Samantha." He froze.

"How'd you know her name?" Tucker asked.

"I- uh- I heard it? From someone? Didn't you mention it?"

"No?" Tucker said in bafflement.

"Uh, well, I think my fight is about to start!" Phantom gave a laugh that sounded very fake and anxious. "BYE." The blob rocketed out of the room.

There was an awkward silence in the gym as the other ghosts stared after Phantom. "I don't think they're even done with the pre-rounds yet," one of them muttered.

After a minute, the ghosts started going back to their exercising. Sam and Tucker looked at each other. "Is it just me," Sam began, "or did Phantom know a lot about the human world?"

Tucker frowned at the floor. "Maybe he died recently? And how did he know your name? Do we know him?"

Sam inhaled. "Something felt familiar about the way he talked. I can't put my finger on it."

Tucker shrugged. "He hurried away pretty quickly. Seems like even if we did know him, he doesn't want to talk to us."

Sam folded her arms. "Or he doesn't want us to find out."

...

If Danny was lucky, Sam and Tucker would write off that interaction as just weird and awkward and forget all about it. And then they wouldn't bother him anymore, and they'd never have to find out that he had secretly passed halfway into the afterlife in the most embarrassing way possible.

Danny was not lucky very often.

Still, he was trying to put it out of his mind. He had to be focused when it came time for his first battle. It would stink if he lost in the first round.

"Welcome to the first round of the Ghost King Tournament! Behold our first two contestants: Phantom the Blob and Skulker the Hunter!"

Both contestants entered the ring, and Danny saw who he was fighting. Was that a mech? His opponent looked like a robot. Maybe he was operating it through possession.

Skulker gave a condescending smirk. "I usually don't waste my time with common prey, but I'll make an exception this once." He lifted his arms, which unfolded into a gun. "Make this interesting for me, whelp."

Danny dodged away from the blast, hissing. "Since when are we allowed to use outside tools in this fight?!"

Skulker glared. "This mech is as much a part of me as any other ghost's power." He raised his arm cannon for another shot.

Danny dodged easily again, but the shots looked powerful enough that he didn't fancy getting hit by one. He should make this quick.

Danny tapped into his second core, pulling forth the power of space. He opened his mouth, letting loose a miniature black hole.

Crowd members shouted as they started being pulled towards the battle. Danny's eyes widened. Oops. He hadn't thought about that. With some focus, Danny managed to create a shield around the arena, stopping the force being exerted on the crowd and eliciting some relieved breaths.

Skulker, though, was still struggling against Danny's hole's gravity. Danny floated lazily beside it, waiting for it to do its work. Starting to look panicked, Skulker fired another blast at Danny but it curved into the black hole harmlessly. Skulker gave a cry of dismay as his arm gun broke loose and was consumed by the black hole. Danny smiled smugly.

"What are you?!" Skulker huffed as he pressed himself up against the wall.

Danny sneered. "I'm a ghost, just like you!"

Skulker looked terrified. "Blob ghosts can't do things like this."

"I can," Danny answered darkly.

The black hole grew in size, and Skulker's armor started ripping away piece by piece. He shrieked, trying to hold onto his breastplate, but it flew out of his grip. Skulker finally gave a last ditch effort to lunge at Danny with a set of blades, but Danny dodged easily and started firing his own ecto-shots to slice off whatever weapons he could see.

After another second, Skulker's entire silhouette seemed to break apart and fly towards the black hole. Danny yelled, zipped over and consumed the black hole before it could destroy the ghost.

He hovered there panting.

That. Had been too close.

Skulker's robotic limbs lay scattered across the arena. Danny was suddenly aware of how quiet the audience was.

He floated forward in dread. Nothing was moving.

"...Skulker?" Danny pleaded, drawing close to the disembodied head.

It broke open, and Danny screamed.

"Hey! Shut up! You won, okay?"

Danny froze.

Inside the opened robotic helmet was... another blob ghost. Kind of skinnier than Danny, with shrimpy little limbs. He sat up and glared. "I hope you're happy."

The audience burst into murmurings. Danny heard snippets again of what they were saying, accusations of cheating again, of collaboration, miscellaneous trash talk about blob ghosts.

Danny floated away from the blob ghost that was apparently the real Skulker. He hadn't killed him. That was good. Still, he'd probably need to be more careful with his powers in the next battles.

...

"Another blob ghost! Of course. Finally, something that makes sense. Of course a blob ghost could beat a blob ghost."

The ghost beside Tucker started laughing rather hysterically as pandemonium continued in the audience around them.

Tucker turned to Sam. "Did you see that?"

"You're gonna have to be a little more specific, Tuck," Sam responded.

"At the end there, after Phantom got rid of the black hole," Tucker said. "It looked like he was breathing. Panting."

Sam gasped. "You're right. And the black hole? Space powers?"

"Who's one of the people we know who's most likely to accidentally call you by your name? Your nickname?" Tucker said, feeling thoughts piece together in his mind.

He and Sam stood up as one and bolted out into the hall.

"What does it mean? It doesn't make sense!" Tucker called after Sam.

"I don't know! But we're going to get answers." Sam shot back over her shoulder as they ran.

The two of them pounded down a staircase, dashing down the hall and past a couple security guards. They yelled after them but were ignored by Sam and consequently by Tucker.

They reached their destination: the door where Phantom would come out after the battle. There he was, just about to head off down the hall.

"Phantom!" Sam called at the same time as Tucker yelled "Danny!" All three of them froze.

Tucker gulped. "I, uh. Wasn't planning to call you that."

Phantom swooped closer and bit Sam and Tucker's backpacks to drag them hurriedly into an empty side room.

He pushed them in and wrenched the door closed.

"You can't be yelling weird stuff in the halls at me," Phantom snapped in a voice that Tucker was now distinctly aware sounded almost exactly like Danny on helium. "I don't know who this Danny is, I don't know anything about him. What do you two want?"

Sam started spouting out their handfuls of evidence at the blob ghost's annoyed face, but Tucker started to tune her out as his mind whirled. This ghost was acting exactly how Danny would if he was annoyed, or even more like if he was pretending to be annoyed but was really trying to hide something.

"...Did you come from him?" Tucker said softly, almost not even aloud. "Were you born when Danny had that accident with the ghost portal?"

Phantom froze, looking at Tucker in alarm.

"Or... no, you were breathing back there, like a living human. Wait, and why-- you--" The pieces snapped into place. "You are Danny."

Phantom started to pull back, eyes wide and scared.

"Tuck?" Sam spoke softly.

"That's why you didn't show up this morning," Tucker breathed, piercing the ghost with his gaze. "Because you had the tournament to go to. It's why you've kept leaving class before ghosts show up and why you're late for things and busy so often these days. Because you're Danny. You're Phantom."

It all made sense in Tucker's head, but spoken the ideas sounded almost ridiculous. Almost, because Phantom looked far too alarmed. Like Tucker was right.

Sam gave a weak laugh, glancing searchingly between Phantom—Danny and Tucker. "What?" she asked.

Danny shrank down towards the corner. "I... I didn't... not like this..."

"What?" Sam asked desperately. "He's right? You-- Danny?"

Danny curled down further.

That was all the answer Sam needed. "What happened to you?"

Danny couldn't look at them. "The ghost portal half killed me. So I'm part my human me, and part... this."

Why didn't you tell us? Tucker wanted to ask, but he knew the answer. "And you were too embarrassed to tell anyone."

Danny nodded. "Nobody respects my ghost form. I wanted to use this tournament to prove to everyone that I'm not just some tiny cute ghost."

"Can we go back to the part where you're dead," Sam said dazedly.

Tucker ignored her. "So were you gonna tell us about this after winning?"

Danny tilted thoughtfully. "I dunno. Maybe."

Sam blinked. "I mean. Do you really need to do all this? I mean everybody already knows that you're crazy powerful, even if you're also kind of ado—" Tucker smacked her.

"For the record, this doesn't change how we see you, man. You don't have to win some crazy tournament for us to know you're cool." Tucker put out a fist for a fist bump before awkwardly remembering that Danny currently was a blob and had no fists.

However, Danny hovered up off the floor and gave a little smile before headbutting Tucker's fist. Tucker couldn't stop a little laugh from escaping. He was so squishy!

And adorable.

But he would die before saying that out loud again.

Chapter 3

#my fanfics #Blob Ghost Supreme #Danny Phantom #Blob Ghost Danny au #crack #tw violence #ectoimplosion2023 #no one knows au #Sam manson #Tucker Foley

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gohan420 · 6 months

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Kindred spirits au

This time Vlad does try to overshadow Danny.

Vlad gets thrown out on his ass, sans his ghost half.

Turns out ghosts don’t overshadow each other for a reason.

Pointdexter did more of a mind swap than an overshadowing, it was different.

But not to worry!

Turns out, since Danny isn’t going through hell, and the fusion is two parts danny and one part Vlad, rather than a 50/50 split between himself and Vlad, he stays sane!

His priorities aren’t noticeably warped because Danny also wanted love, difference is that Danny understands that love isn’t a commodity that can be bought and sold for the right price.

And of course, Danny’s loved ones are not only alive and well, but they all love him!

So Dan 2.0 is not happening here.

Physically, it manifests in Danny getting blue skin, fangs, and pointed ears.

His hair and eyes stay the same because his personality doesn’t change, and he isn’t so eternally enraged that it passes for a twisted version of happiness.

The rest of his body changes because with Vlad’s ghost half comes a more thorough understanding and acceptance of the fact that he is not (fully) human, and that is not a bad thing.

His ice core is retained.

Dan’s costume change came later, and since he just had a more extreme version of Vlad’s personality superimposed on Danny’s memories, I suspect that Vlad’s flare for the dramatic is what caused that.

So Danny probably wouldn’t change his costume, or if he did, it would be in a different direction than Dan took it.

But back to Vlad, he just runs, as he just lost all leverage and power over Danny, and gave him a huge power boost to add insult to injury.

Dani is made to come home with Danny, as his power boost means she can’t sneak away quite so easily.

The fenton parents are totally oblivious enough to buy that a long lost and unknown relative just appeared one day.

Danny uses his wail to turn the building to rubble to stop any further cloning attempts in their tracks.

Valerie stops getting pink ectoplasm for her gear because Vlad has no more to give.

Maybe he uses traditional green, maybe he just ghosts her (ha), as she would be entirely ineffective against Danny at this point.

(She doesn’t get the technus uprgrade till later)

And if we go with the ghosting option, she might never get the upgrade, as she would run out of ectoplasm long before Technus could think of enhancing her gear.

Vlad becomes a very different style of villain as a result of this, because becoming a half ghost the first time was hellish, and he wouldn’t subject himself to that again.

Not to mention that he doesn’t know how Danny was able to become half ghost without being hospitalized for years, and thus cannot use that method himself.

So if he wants Maddie as his wife, Jack as a corpse, and Danny as his son, he’s gonna have to do things the human way.

And stay the hell out of Danny’s range until his plan is ready.

Dalv co would receive a lot of Vlad’s attention, as his ghost tech is his only hope of controlling Danny.

And the clones are now non-viable, as his samples of Danny from before that day are all used up and/or destroyed, and any new samples would be contaminated by Plasmius, constantly mocking his complete failure to control Daniel for even five minutes.

Thoughts?

#danny phantom #danny phantom au

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Pitch Pearl ATUS AU - Part 4

shout out to my homie, @dopefestsuit who commented that they were waiting for part four.

last where we left off, Sam and Tucker realize they have powers. they realize that if they have powers too then they should be able to reopen the portal. after coming up with a plan, they seek out their classmates.

"Are you ready to get Danny back?"

the second time they enter the portal, they kind of know where they are going. it was easier when they had Danny. he had drawn them maps and explained it in detail, but map doesn't compare to a guide. it becomes obvious when they waltz right into Phantom's throne room.

he was talking to one of his officials when he sees them. he merely laughs. it's infuriating. his guards surround them, but he calls them off. he'll hand it.

"After all, this meeting is personal, isn't it?"

while they are fighting him, star sneaks off with one of the map copies and follows it to where Danny's room is. when she gets there it's empty. however before she can panic, she hears a voice call out to her from the window.

"Star? What are you doing here?"

she quickly tells him that they managed to reopen the portal after Sam and Tucker turned out to have lingering powers from the circlets, but they got caught by Phantom and they are fighting him and they need to go now. Danny grabs her by the hand and rushes to the throne room to go help.

when they arrive, everyone other than Phantom is showing signs of fatigue. he cackles. "Ahahaha! This is so adorable!" He is cut off from his monologue by Danny shooting him in the back with an ectoblast. Phantom whirls around, enraged, but when he sees it's Danny, it turns into betrayal.

“Are you really choosing these weaklings over me? It’s obvious who is going to win. I thought you were smarter than this, Starlight, I really did.”

He shoots him again. "My name is Danny."

the fight picks back up again. Phantom is a brilliant fighter, the best, but even he can't handle an onslaught of attacks coming from every side, especially with the risk of hitting his Starlight is he haphazardly fires back in the same direction. he decides to remove the hazard and go for Danny head on. however he is thrown back into a wall by two unfamiliar auras. it's the humans he abducted. if he had known they would have manifested powers, he would been a less dramatic when choosing a lure.

"This is getting old Starlight."

Danny realizes that Phantom is getting annoyed which means he isn’t going to keep trying to preserve the castle or avoid Danny anymore. he needs to end this now. Dora’s words come back into his mind and he gets an idea.

“HOLD HIM DOWN LONG ENOUGH FOR ME. I HAVE A PLAN!”

they fall back into the same strategy they used before when taking down Sam and Tucker. redirect his attention and get him down. they managed to hold him for a few seconds but its enough time for Danny to get a direct shot at his crown and pick it up.

Phantom just laughs at him. “Oh, Starlight! Do you really think you can you just wear that crown. if you Don't have the strength you’ll go mad and die.” Danny sneers at him. “I rather die than be with you.”

he places the crown up his head the pain is blinding and the energy filling his veins makes him want to rip his skin off. the crown is overwhelming and it does kill him. just not all the way. just enough for the ghost energy to properly circulate. just enough to form a core along side his heart. just enough to become new king. Phantom's mocking laughter fades into fear and distressed cries of disbelief.

“STARLIGHT, YOU CAN'T! I AM KING! STARLIGHT, IF YOU KNOW WHAT/S GOOD FOR YOU WILL RETURN THAT CROWN NOW OR I’LL KILL EVERYONE ON YOUR STUPID PLANET! STOP BEING SUCH AN INSUFFERABLE BRAT. YOU'RE SO SELFISH YOU CAN'T EVEN APPRECIATE EVERYTHING IVE DONE FOR YOU!”

he lunges at Danny and the crown but is stopped by an shot to the core and crumbles. a great king turned into a mad tyrant into a blubbering mess. its over. he won’t be causing anymore trouble.

Danny leans down to the fading corpse of Phantom and stares at the enraged expression on his face before shutting his eyes and taking a glowing green ring from the pieces of jewelry decorating his fingers. he slips it on and waits for his body to adapt to it before turning to his classmates and telling them its time to go home. nobody has said anything since Phantom started shouting. there is nothing to say anyways.

it takes a week for school to go back to normal. Danny did eventually have to deal with the consequences of becoming king and put an end to the ghosts harassing the humans. they could never seal the natural portals, but they don’t need to anymore. Danny’s ghost friends have been aiding him along with ruling and while the ghosts are still unhappy with a partially human king, they have all admitted to themselves it was time for a change. Phantom was a mad tyrant, slowly becoming more and more like the mad king he liberated them from.

things are not the same anymore. things have changed. but this time its a good change.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #pitch pearl au #pitch pearl #dark phantom #atus au #part 4 #i literally kept forgetting to post this lol #thank you for reminding me

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ep-10 · 5 months

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Danny Phantom Teacher AU

Full fic posted in AO3: Danny Phantom Teacher AU - Chapter 1 - EP10 - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own]

And Fanfiction: Danny Phantom Teacher AU Chapter 1, a danny phantom fanfic | FanFiction

Chapter 5:

The ghost suddenly realized that the man standing in the sight of it was a threat.

It lunged towards Danny with its jaws unhooked. He swiftly leaped back just in time before it managed to maul him. His face was inches away from its snapping mandibles. In a panicky reaction, he grabbed a nearby random chair and flung at it. The chair smashed right in its face, causing it to wince. He then seized the opportunity to sprint out of the room.

By the time it opened its eyes, he had already run out. Feeling enraged, it charged forth and crashed through the door with its large body in pursuit. All the surrounding objects got thrashed as the ghost crawled rapidly down the almost constrictive hallway.

Danny looked back and saw it closing in. He could see a mass of distorted body supported by its bulbous four limbs as it came into the brighter side of the corridor. He made a sharp turn at the corner and headed up to a flight of stairs. The hideous creature that followed behind slammed its body right into the corner wall. It twisted its torso to squeeze through the tight entrance towards the stairs. Its limbs pushed with all might and managed to shove through the entrance. Rusty steel balustrades were bent as it forcefully climbed up.

Danny was already up a few flights of stairs and looked down. Its movement decelerated by the tight spaces of the stairway. He quickly unclipped the Fenton Thermos hung on his belt, popped open the cover, and aimed at it. When he was about to press the button on the thermos, it vanished right in front of his eyes.

"Shit!! Where did it go?!?

Danny didn't expect it to go intangible right at this instance. The next thing he knew, he got rammed against the wall. It had knocked the wind out of him, and he collapsed onto the staircase landing area. The thermos slipped out of his grip and rolled to a corner. Intense pain coursed through his spine as he gasped for breath. He tried to lift himself, but his limbs were shaking. The minute he looked up, he found himself staring at the ghastly-looking face.

"Time to say your last prayer, human," it smiled as it slowly opened its fang-filled mouth, ready to crush him.

The core within him began vibrating with powerful energy. A ring of light emerged from his core and wrapped around his body. As the ring split, luminous ecto energy burst out and morphed his body. His human flesh completely disintegrated and replaced with a disembodied shadowy form. His legs fused and turned into a spectral tail. His once raven black hair became ghostly white and almost wispy. Sharp fangs and claws grew out. His usual bright blue eyes now glowed in acidic green.

The creature was shocked by the bright light and withdrew its jaws immediately. The man who lay helplessly on the floor was now transformed into a ghost, floating right in front of it. Before it could react, Danny shot out multiple blasts of ectoplasmic beam, and the shots pummeled its body with great intensity. It screamed in awful pain as its bulky body slipped off from the rail of the stairs and plummeted through the stairwell hole. A loud boom shook the whole building once it hit the ground.

He grabbed the thermos and flew straight down to the ghost that lay on the floor in agony. The impact of the fall broke its limbs. It was bleeding profusely, and ectoplasm was splattered all over the place.

"You... you're one of us...," it groaned. "How could you do this to me?"

The phantom floated nearer to it. It shuddered in fear as it sensed an ominous aura that it had never experienced from any other ghosts before. Iciness could be felt throughout the atmosphere.

"You seriously think I'm like you? Well, think again," an unearthly voice echoed from him.

He aimed and pressed the button on the thermos. A beam of light shot out from the mouth and engulfed its body, pulling it into the thermos with an incredible suction power. It finally understood that the being it encountered was no ordinary ghost. He was Danny Phantom, a truly high-leveled ghost that led an army and won the battle against the mighty ghost king, Pariah Dark, in the Ghost Zone.

Danny capped the thermos once it sealed the ghost inside.

"I'm gonna have to talk to Walker about this and send it into the Ghost Zone prison, but first..."

Rings of light reappeared and washed over his body, reverting him into his human form as Danny Fenton. He could still feel the aching pain in his back after that fight. Fortunately for him, he could recover from injuries like this within a day.

He then glanced in the direction where he found the portal.

"...what should I do with the active portal?"

He walked back into the corridor and entered the room. The portal was still vibrantly glowing with ecto energy. He stepped forward and examined it closely, wondering how the scripts on the wall managed to activate it. After a while, he picked up his cell and started dialing. A familiar face soon appeared on the screen and spoke from the speaker.

"Hello, is that you, Danny?"

"Hello, Tucker. Yeah, it's me."

"It's been a while!"

"It sure is."

"How's life over there?"

"Pretty alright. I'm still new at teaching. So, there's going to be a learning curve for me."

"I'm sure you do, buddy. It was the same for me when I first started working at FentonWorks. Your mom and dad are great at coaching me about building Fenton technology and research."

"That's good to hear. Anyway, I wonder if you have the time to spare? I got a problem, and I need help."

"What is it?"

"Do you, by any chance, know how to seal a portal activated by spells?"

"Spells?"

"Yeah, you know those that use sorcery type."

"I've never heard of such a portal. A portal activated by spells? That's a first for me."

"Well, I just happen to stand in front of one right now," he raised his cell and faced the camera at the portal.

"Holy, freaking, heck! That's a discovery! I'll need time to do more research on this! I do not have any knowledge about this kind of portal. Perhaps I could get Sam to help out. She might know a thing or two about occultic practices and witchcraft."

"Please do. I don't want any more menacing ghosts prancing through. I just dealt with a big one guarding this area." He presented the thermos to the camera and rattled in his hand.

"Nice. You caught it."

"Yup, I've secured this site as my haunt, so no other ghosts will dare to trespass here. For now, I can use this portal to send them back into the Ghost Zone."

"Speaking of trespassing, don't you think other people will stumble upon it?"

"This whole building has already been cordoned off. No one can enter the area except me."

"That's good to hear. Can you snap some pictures of the inscriptions on the wall and send them to me and Sam? Hopefully, we'll figure out some clues on how to seal it."

"Thanks, man. Oh, I should go now. My next class will start in 15 minutes."

"Alright, chat with you later."

"Later."

***

After snapping and sending out the pictures using his phone, Danny walked in the direction where he first came in. Just when he was on the way out, he spotted a baseball on the floor and shattered window glass scattered around it. He picked up the baseball, and he noticed there was an autograph on it. He casually held it in his palm and strode out of the building.

As he was out in the open area, he spotted Elmer shouting, "Argh! Stupid me!! That was my best baseball collection! I never should've thrown it into the building!!"

"Too bad you can't take it back now. It's illegal to break into that building, and you'll be in big trouble if you get caught breaking in," Lisa snickered.

"Gah, stupid me!!"

Danny approached him and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Fenton! My baseball is inside this building, and I can't get it! What should I do?! It's one-of-a-kind baseball that I got from the game last summer!" His pleading eyes looked into Danny's face, almost sobbing.

"What does your baseball look like?"

"It's signed by the famous Mikey Trott from the Angelus! I thought I could throw like the pros! I never should've done that! It was my mistake to throw the ball without thinking!"

Danny raised his hand that gripped the ball and looked at the signature with the name Mikey Trott written on it.

"Is this the ball you're searching for?" Danny extended his arm and showed it to Elmer.

Elmer jumped in great joy, "Yes! This is it!! How did you manage to get it back?! This whole building's completely sealed off!"

"Um... I saw a cat holding it in its mouth and dropped it in the grass. So, I just happened to walk by and pick it up..." Danny lied through his teeth.

"Thank you, Mr. Fenton! You're my savior!"

The boy ran off cheerfully, holding tight onto his precious ball that he just got back.

"Savior, eh?" Danny chuckled as he watched the kid dash into the baseball field. It had been quite a long while since he last heard that from other people.

#danny phantom #teacher au #teacher!danny #horror vibe

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imtooscaredforthis · 10 months

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Tethered

Part III- Chapter 28: Connected

Mentions of: Stabbing, Murder, Threats, Danny being the sadistic perv he is , & Frank being a jealous and possessive shit

A/N: Impatiently waiting for AO3 to come back online so I can upload this chapter

Tags: @prettycutebunny @vandeaad @dead-bxxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @moonshineinasippycup

“What are you doing?” A voice called out of nowhere, making Frank jump and grab his chest. A familiar cloaked figure moved out from the dark shadows of the tree, standing before him. “Will you quit it with that stalking shit? It’s creepy.”

He snapped at Ghostface, who just shrugged in response, playing with his knife. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I was going for a smoke by the campfire, okay? Not like it’s any of your fucking buisness.” Frank replied defensively.

“Alright, jeez..must be a touchy subject…” Frank just rolled his eyes at the masked murderer, walking past him. Danny couldn’t have been up to any good. He never was. Not to mention Frank was doing something he really shouldn’t.

“But I don’t think you were just smoking, were you? You were watching the survivors.” Ghostface remarked, making Frank pause. Shit. He was on to him. “So what if I was? You do it all the time, and so does everyone.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think it was just any survivor, was it? After all, most of them are ‘boring nobodies’ not worth your time, except for when you’re slaughtering them..right? So who’s the girl, and why is she different?”

Fuck.

“What girl? What are you talking about?” Frank played dumb. “You know who I’m talking about.”

“No, I really don’t.”

“(Y/n).” Ghostface spelled it out for him.

“Who? I hardly know that girl. Even if I was watching her it’s just because I was interested in her conversation.” He lied.

He wanted to see if you remembered him, if you knew it was him, if you had missed him. But with the way you were sitting so close to Jake, he wasn’t so sure.

“Oh really? So you wouldn’t mind if I played with her. She’s beautiful, such a sweet, innocent, thing, I’d have fun breaking-”

“Stay away from her, you sick sadistic fuck.” Frank’s emotions took over him, and he grabbed at Ghostface’s shroud, tugging him towards him and leaning over him threateningly.

It took him a second to realize what he had just done. What he admitted to. Danny laughed at him, a low and taunting chuckle. “Don’t know her, huh?”

Frank thought he was over you. He had to be over you. It’s been years since he saw you and he wasn’t the same person he was with you. Not to mention he’s with Julie now, and he loves Julie..but the thought of Ghostface laying a hand on you enraged him.

“Don’t tell anyone about this, and don’t touch her or I’ll kill you.” Frank said, letting him go. “Don’t worry, this’ll be our little secret.”

Yeah, Frank was in some deep shit.

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Jake winced as you kneeled above him, wrapping his waist with bandages. “Did you see who it was?”

“Yeah, it was Legion’s Frank. He seemed pissed..he chased me for a while twenty minutes before Bill distracted him.” He replied.

You frowned to yourself, as you continued to wrap the bandages around him, and just before you could finish up, your heart started to race. He was nearby.

Panicking, the two of you jumped into the locker. You were cramped together, breaths shaky and quick. “Sorry.” You whispered to him. He shrugged with a smile. “It’s fine.”

Unfortunately, he saw the trail of blood and put two and two together, tearing the door open, finding not only Jake, but you as well. You stood there, frozen, only being able to watch as Frank grabbed Jake by the neck and hoisted him upon his shoulder.

Frank basically body slammed Jake on the hook, making him howl in pain. It seemed like Jake was right. Frank was in a really bad mood. You should get out of his way while you still can. So, you did.

Meanwhile, Frank was furious. He fiddled with his knife, staring at Jake as he hung from the hook. What was this asshole doing? What was he thinking being so close to you?

“Seriously?” Jake hissed through gritted teeth when he realized that Frank was just going to sit and watch his suffering, refusing to let anyone save him from the hook. He tried to wriggle and escape, but it only made things worse. “I- I didn’t even do anything.”

“Stay away from (y/n). She’s mine.”

Jake’s eyes widened at that. So you were right. He had let you go and he has been kind to you. He wanted you…You knew all along.

“T-this isn’t the olden age. You can’t just claim people.” Jake replied, having nothing to lose. He was already on hook and camped by Frank, what’s the worst that could happen? “Not to mention. She’s scared of you..She doesn’t know you. But she knows you’re a piece of shit. All of you killers are. She doesn’t even want to go near you.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Frank slashed at him angrily, making him cry out in pain. Okay, he was wrong. It could get worse. But Frank hated survivors. He was sadistic and taunting. Not to mention he had a girlfriend. So why did he want you?

Frank knew he shouldn’t be doing this.If word got out about the truth, he’d be screwed. Julie would kill him, and you. But the sight of you in that cramped locker with Jake did something to him. He shouldn’t be that close to you. He shouldn’t be touching you. He doesn’t deserve you. He wasn’t good enough. No one was.

“What’s happening? Where’s Jake?” You asked Feng as the two of you worked on a generator. Three were already done, and he was nowhere to be seen. It was strange considering during a normal trial, most people would’ve been hooked at least once by now. But the only person injured was Jake.

“He’s being camped by Frank. I think Bill’s going to help him. It sucks for Jake, but it’s good for us because we have more time to work on our gens.” Feng explained.

“Oh, okay.” You murmured. You had a bad feeling about this.

–

Frank let Jake get unhooked, just so he could chase after him and mori him. He jammed his knife into him over and over, letting out all his rage and frustrations.

“If you come near her again, I’ll fucking kill you..I know you die here over and over again, but I’ll make things even worse. I’ll make your shitty existence a living hell. I’ll be watching..” He hissed, before jamming the knife into him one last time, and moving downward, gutting and killing him.

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random, barely comprehensible word vomit about in the gloaming

because i'm obsessed and in tons of pain

The entire movie maintains a heavy air, melancholy weighing in the contact the characters’ eyes share, yet make room for levity in Danny’s conversations with his mother.

Danny reflects on his past, yearning for what could’ve been. He’s unsure of whose remissness on the topic of his lover was to blame for what he didn’t have; His own, or his mother’s?

What if he’d come out sooner? Could he have salvaged their relationship? Would it be just as he imagined? Could he have enraged his family and treated the arguments with a careless levity, just as he imagined? Could they have learned to love and accept each other, to hang each others’ ornaments in their family trees? Could they? Would they?

An analytical young man who, while glib in his words, knows.

She knows she’s messed up. She’s made too many lapses in her life. She wasn’t as inquisitive as she should have been. But it’s too late to worry about that now. She needs to be with her baby in the now. She needs to shut out everything she couldn’t mend, she needs to be with her baby.

Non-confrontational–We don’t need to talk about it right now. We just have to deal with it. This is the way things are.

You can’t change the past, but you may the future.

Anne’s life, from a childhood of being a glass door to her brother who had the favor of their mother that she tried so desperately to earn, feels like it’s culminating to this; Mother’s favor turning into more than just favor. She shields her child and withholds love because of the damage inflicted on her by her mother, as though Danny turned out the way he did because of excessive love from their mother, as though her child may turn out the same way if he comes into contact with him. Unresolved.

No matter what she does, how many wonderful things she does in her life, no accomplishment could hold a candle to dying. She’d officially lost.

He who cares for his family so deeply but has no way to express it. He who has a bottled ardor for his child but can’t find the means to connect in the same way he sees in his wife; Is it too late? Did he wait too long to realize their relationship could never have been “normal?” Was it enough to bring out the lamb and grow the tomatoes? Was he too late?

Four people separated by more than just miles.

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Danny v Lizzie (915 words)

Danny is in his own lab tinkering with things on his day off his dream job as an astronaut. Life is going pretty smoothly for once-- aaand his ghost sense goes off. Goddamnit. He turns around with a groan to see a nervous looking observer. "Sir, there is an incident at the Keep that requires your input immediately." So much for a day off.

The ghost king arrives at his keep to a very distressed Fright Knight trying to dissuade an elderly looking ghost woman wearing a purple ensemble from approaching the throne. Every time her path is blocked, her cloud-like hair gives off a crackle of electricity. Danny squints at the familiar looking ghost and realises who it is. "Queen Lizzie?!! Is that you?!"

Liz turns around affronted by the improper name usage, "that is Queen Elizabeth the Second to you young man."

"Right. Queen Elizabeth Alexandra Mary the Second of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of her other realms and territories, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, what may I assist you with on this fine day in the Ghost Zone?" Danny quips back sarcastically.

Ignoring the attitude given to her by the ghost boy in front of her, Elizabeth quiets down a bit. She starts smoothing down her royal purple skirt as she speaks. "Well, first of all, if you could kindly remove this gentleman who is blocking the way to my throne." She gestures to the annoyed looking Fright Knight.

"I totally would except, that's my throne and this is my throne room. So, no, I won't be removing this 'gentleman' from your path." Danny snickers lightly at the use of the word 'gentleman' for the Fright Knight, who looks quite affronted with the newly assigned title.

This has the usually distinguished woman scoffing, "your throne room? You're much too young to bear the weight of the crown."

"Weren't you in your twenties or something when you were crowned?" Danny questioned the ex-monarch.

Elizabeth pouts, "Maybe so. But that was then and this is now. I have much more experience as of this moment."

The actual current monarch sighs, making an attempt to soothe his oncoming daily headache by rubbing his temple. "You can't just have the crown this time Lizzie."

Storm cloud hair crackles back to life as Elizabeth stomps one of her heeled feet in a toddler-like manner, "it is my God given right! You cannot keep this from me."

One of Danny's eyes twitch in irritation at this statement, "I really can, it's not that hard."

Standing her ground, Elizabeth announces confidently, "one way or another, I will have this throne."

There is a beat of silence before the Ghost King pipes up again, "Is that an official challenge Lizzie?"

A small hmph sounds from the former Queen of England, "I do not need to challenge what is already mine."

"Again, not your throne. Actually very much my throne." Danny points out with a 'you didn't connect shit' hand gesture.

It seems that Elizabeth had finally had enough of the impolite and crass ghost in front of her and snapped. Her cloudy hair darkens to a stormy grey and begins to let off growing sparks of lightning, "Begone from this place, usurper!" She howls, her ghostly aura flaring in anger.

Not to be outdone by this fledgling ghost, Danny gets into a fighting stance, "Alright, that's it, square up Lizzie."

The enraged former monarch looks absolutely affronted by this supposed ghost king's intentions to physically fight her and she quite easily becomes overwhelmed by her growing emotions, the unfamiliarity of a ghost's volatile emotional state getting the best of her. The greyed storm clouds originating from her head beneath her signature flat-top hat extend outwards and coalesce in the rafters of the throne room making it as dreary and wet as an average day in Britain. Soon it is pouring down with rain leaving Danny looking like a sopping wet kitten. Her royal highness strikes out with a fist towards her opponent unleashing white hot lightning that conducts itself through her storm until it connects with the Ghost King with a spectacular bang. As she blinks the light from her eyes caused by the self-imposed flashbang, she sees her opponent, completely unphased.

Danny waltzes forward lazily providing his audience with a slow clap, "well, that was just delightful Lizze!" His gaze darkens and suddenly he is right behind the shocked woman whispering ominously in her ear, "this is how a real ruler does it." Danny backhands her and she crashes through the Keep's front doors. He is back on her in a second, booting her into the sky only to appear above her once more and slam her forcefully down back to earth. The dust clears and Elizabeth is lying defeated in the centre of a massive crater.

Danny arrives back home through his own portal and ducks into the kitchen where Sam and Tuck are hanging out while a nice smelling dinner does its thing on the stove. Tucker notices Danny's entrance and immediately announces, "Dude, you would not believe who died today! The Queen of England - as dead as you and your zone."

Danny who looks very exasperated replies, "No kidding, I basically just had to beat her ghost off my throne with a stick." For a moment the kitchen is silent except for the sound of whatever was on the stove simmering away.

"...WHAT!??!" Sam and Tucker explode.

[AO3 link]

#danny phantom #fanfic #crack #queen elizabeth II #ghost king danny #ao3 #ficlet #everlasting trio

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 1 year

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Corruption snippet: WIP crossover fic for the Magnus Archives and Malevolent

This right here is the scene I've been working toward all week.

Gertrude Robinson is not the only cameo in this one.

Oh, oh, oh. What have I done?

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Are you ready, Tim?

John is eager.

“Hold on. I can’t see, and I don’t want to fucking trip.” Tim carries his backpack a little distance away, leaning it beside the manky old armchair. Then he returns to the circle.

He sighs. Maybe for the last time.

Maybe it’ll all be over.

He'd like to rest, if he's honest.

Maybe Danny's got a new hobby in the Dark World.

Tim wipes his eyes. “I'm ready,” he says, and he means it.

Step inside the rope.

Tim wonders if there’s anyone he should say goodbye to.

He decides that since no names come to mind right away, the answer is probably no.

He starts to step across.

The gunshot is so sudden, so startling, that instead, he falls over sideways, knocking over the bottle of rubbing alcohol, startled into pounding heart and gasping.

What the fuck! Tim, it’s that woman!

“What woman?” he says, scrambling backwards.

“Sorry for interrupting,” says a voice he heard earlier today.

It’s that old lady. The one from the Institute who’d been about to do something to them before Bouchard intervened.

“What the fuck, she followed us?” Tim blurts.

“I did indeed,” says the woman. “Calm down, now. This is happening no matter what, I think you know, but it doesn’t have to be painful.”

Tim feels like he’s been hit by a baseball bat, right in the head. “What? What’s happening? What are you talking about?”

Fuck. She’s got a gun trained on us, and her hand is steady. Fuck. We’re too far away to get to her.

“I haven’t seen a ritual quite like this before,” says the woman. “I’m surprised you’re trying it all on your own. They usually need more people.”

“What?” says Tim, who no longer feels like he was hit by a train, but rather by a different genre of literature entirely. “What the hell are you talking about? What do you want?”

“What do you serve?” she says.

A beat.

“Huh?” says Tim.

“I can see that thing in your head. I simply don’t recognize it. Let’s have no nonsense, now. What do you serve?”

She… she’s fully armed. The gun’s not all she has. I can see two knives, another gun, and the pockets of her jacket carry slim books that… oh. Power is wafting off them. Tim, this is bad.

“Okay,” says Tim, still on the ground, raising his hands in surrender. “Okay, I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding, here. I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

She sighs.

She’s raising the gun!

“Wait, look, I’m not serving anything!” Tim shouts.

“What. Is in. Your head.”

“I don’t know!”

She sighs again. “You probably know my reputation. One way we do this will be painless and quick. The other will not. I do hate that second way, but if you force my hand, that's on you. So, one last time: what is in your head?”

And Tim is suddenly furious.

So many things have tried to kill or eat him in the last day that it’s abruptly become absurd.

The fact that the Cthulhu in his head is the merciful option compared to this random woman is enough to make him a little insane.

“You can go fuck yourself,” he says.

Tim!

“Your reputation?” Tim continues. “What the hell? I don’t know your reputation! I don’t have a clue who you are! What, does Bouchard have a pet serial killer, for some reason? Go to hell!”

Tim, calm down, we can’t do anything if you -

She is completely unmoved. “Tell me, when I kill you, will it die?” she says.

“How the fuck should I know? He’s been there for, like, twelve hours!”

“You poor thing.” She almost sounds compassionate. Almost. “It’s taken your sight, not only your reason. I wonder if there’s any of you left in there at all? Well, no matter. Move away from the circle, please.”

Tim…

Tim moves, puffing angrily, helpless and enraged.

If he had a bomb right now, he’d blow it.

If he had an axe, he’d throw it.

It’s the most he’s felt anything since Danny died, and he’s drowning.

He can hear her inspecting the items he put down. “What was this going to do, exactly?” says the woman. “Not that it matters, but all knowledge is good knowledge, as it were.”

She sounds like a grandmother.

She sounds like a schoolteacher.

Tim is losing his mind. “Fuck you, I don’t the hell know,” he says.

“And you were doing it anyway?” she says, and there is such contempt in her voice, such utter, disrespectful dismissal, like he’s a child, like he has no reason to feel the way he does or be depressed or want the hurt to end.

How dare she judge him?

How dare anyone?

She doesn’t know what he��s been through.

She doesn't know what he’s lost.

She’s writing her own narrative all over his life like some kind of terrible graffiti artist.

“Fuck you,” he says.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” she says, clearly amused with herself.

Tim’s hand touches the armchair, and he stills. He’d accidentally scuttled right up against it.

That means his backpack is in reach.

He can hear her messing with the salt, the water, and the bowl, the very center of the setup.

That means she’s not looking his way.

As quietly as he can, Tim reaches around and takes out the book.

Tim! Don’t!

But Tim, right in this moment, is too angry to listen.

His world fell apart, he discovered magic, he lost his sight, he’s possessed, and elderly Lara Croft has decided to stop him from making a choice he actually wanted to make?

(And that would need unpacking later, if there was a later, but right now, there is only rage.)

She must have looked up. “Drop it!”

She sees the book.

He knows, somehow, that she is afraid of the book - maybe not as much as Bouchard, but she is.

Tim!

John is afraid of it, too.

John wouldn’t tell him what the spell was for.

You know what? Tim’s mad about that, too.

That, in the end, is why.

It’s the third time he’s opened this book.

The first gave him John.

The second called gray-skinned monsters to his parents’ house.

The third…

Summons a living storm.

Unable to see, he cannot grasp what is happening. Something like wind but not, something like heat but not, something like biting cold and pressing weight and thickened air all buffet him, and Tim is sliding across the weed-strewn ground until he slams against the corrugated wall.

Fuck! John is shouting. Fuck! Go right! Get behind the damn table! Tip it over and we’ll have some shelter, you fucking idiot!

As if John could possibly make him feel bad right now.

Tim scrambles where told, pushing against what really feels like extra gravity, and finds the table - just one of those cheap folding deals, probably nothing that will matter, but what does he have to lose? He tips it over and throws himself behind.

The woman is shouting - not spells, nothing like that, but certainly not in pain, either.

In fact, it sounds like she’s moving.

And shooting.

And doing… something that sounds a lot like a flame thrower, at least if the movies are correct.

Elderly Lara Croft, he thinks again, and really wishes she could see.

The whatever-it-is he set free is making horrible noises, painful bass sounds that carry no words but so much meaning his head hurts trying to understand, and Tim cries out, covers his ears, and discovers they are bleeding.

John is shouting something. Tim can’t make it out.

The woman is still alive, and somehow, still shooting. How many bullets does she have? It can’t be legal, to have bullets like that, and the fact that legal amounts of bullets even enters his head in a moment like this makes him laugh like a loon.

Damn it, Tim! he’s able to hear, and all sound suddenly stops.

In the abrupt, bad silence comes a voice.

“Oh, oh, oh, there you are! It’s been so very long.”

And whoever said that, whatever chipper, weirdly hyperactive voice said that, its owner must be a monster, because what comes next are the sounds of tearing meat.

#tma #malevolent #tma fic #malevolent fic #tma crossover #malevolent crossover #wip #amwriting #fic in progress #kayne malevolent #gertrude robinson #tim stoker #john malevolent

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