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five-rivers · 2 years

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Life's Great Lie 10

Okay, so. Clint had a concussion. A nasty concussion. Not the worst he’d ever gotten, but he was impaired. Probably wouldn’t be hitting any bullseyes in the next few hours, that was for sure.

However, he wasn’t nearly as impaired as he was letting his current captors believe, thank God.

(No, wait, a god was the reason he was concussed in the first place. Screw god.)

At least, that had been his initial impression. When one of his teenage captors disappeared in a whirl of sand and the other two had started hitting buttons that turned the… Yeah, okay, he didn’t know what he was in, but he’d seen brick. He was pretty sure that things with brick in them weren’t supposed to turn into a blimp. Or a jet. Since the two remaining children (who had tied him up surprisingly well) were arguing about turning it into a jet.

Had Barton seen some weird stuff in his time? Yes. Did he frequently work from an aircraft carrier that also flew? Yes. Had he just spent the last several days mind-controlled by a Norse deity alongside a kid who was fifty percent dead? Yes. Was he, Clint Barton, also incredibly strange? Yes. Yes, he most certainly was.

But a guy had to draw the line somewhere. He was just debating if he should draw the line before or after the weirdly competent children simultaneously being wizards and mechanical geniuses.

… Or, now that he was starting to reorient himself, they were just using the Fentons’ gear. Where were the Doctors Fenton anyway?

Maddie Fenton squinted at her phone. “Jack, honey,” she said, with the kind of venomous sweetness she generally reserved for Vlad Masters and Pamela Manson, “I think we’ve been had.”

Jack with an equally uncharacteristic grimness surveyed the mostly empty street. “I think you’re right.”

“There’s been another report,” said Maddie, still squinting. She wished she remembered how to make the words on the phone bigger. “Park and Amity.”

Jack started for the GAV. “Park Place? Or Park Row?”

“Park Row is in another city, dear.”

“I was sure there was a Park Row here as well!”

“Alright, and which Amity is it? Or did you mean A. Mitty?”

“You’re the only one who calls Alfred Mitty Boulevard that, dear.” Maddie sighed. “I suppose we’ll just have to check them out one by one.”

“Ha! Well, with the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle, that’ll be a snap!”

The most surprising thing about all of this, mused Danny, was that his parents had yet to add to the chaos. Uncharacteristic of them, really.

He phased a prone SHIELD agent’s body armor into the sidewalk and pivoted to punch another in the face, bypassing their helmet and face-shield. Come to think of it, were the ones wearing armor and combat gear agents, or were those just the ones in suits? Not that it particularly mattered. His job right now was just to keep anyone from getting killed. A task that would get exponentially harder once SHIELD’s backup got here.

“Why,” he asked Loki, when the rhythm of the fight allowed it, “are we still here?”

Yes, technically the answer was ‘we haven’t gotten Barton’s signal yet’ and, yes, he knew the real answer was probably ‘self-sabotage’ of one kind or another, but keeping everyone alive was a strain, if not on his abilities, then on his focus and attention. There was Loki, Loki’s various minions, SHIELD, the police, random people still inside the nearby building – It was a wonder the GIW hadn’t shown up, and Valerie and his parents would be here before too much longer. Not to mention—

“Phantom!”

There was a slight pause in the gunfire.

Danny looked up to see Valerie Gray, Iron Man a growing red streak in the sky behind her. His secret identity had been a very secondary concern since Loki snatched him, a lost cause, really, considering this fight, but the only way Valerie would have gotten the memo this fast was if someone told her.

… Maybe Danny would pretend to be mind-controlled a little longer than strictly necessary, for the purpose of punching a certain few SHIELD personnel. Namely, Fury and Coulson. He felt like he deserved it. As a treat.

“Hi, Red?” tried Danny, knowing that he was just trying to delay the inevitable.

“What,” demanded Valerie, calling up her biggest gun, “do you think you’re doing?”

“We need to leave, now,” said Danny.

Loki grinned. “But the fun’s just getting started!” He multiplied himself, which was the ‘we’re leaving’ signal, and Danny disappeared.

Valerie fired the gun, which was honestly really unfriendly of her. What had SHIELD been telling her?

Finding the real Loki was easy. Danny had experience at this point, and a touch was all it took to make him invisible and intangible, too.

“Do you think Barton’s gotten what we need?” asked Loki, airily.

“I think Barton’s been caught,” said Danny, flatly. “If we came to draw out my parents, it hasn’t worked, and the only reason I can think of why it wouldn’t work is if they got distracted by something else.”

“Like Barton breaking in prematurely.”

“Yeah.”

“Pity. I suppose we’ll have to—”

And this is where Danny was revealed as just as self-sabotaging as Loki, because he had neglected to remember that Valerie’s equipment could pick him up while invisible. Unfortunately, the fact that he did know that combined with his sharp reflexes meant that he was able to shield himself and Loki from the blast.

“Oi! Red riding hood, can you see them in all this?”

“What did you just call me?”

And there was Iron Man. Lovely.

“Red, can you point me at them or not?”

“Come on,” said Danny, tugging on Loki’s elbow.

“But this is entertaining.”

“It’ll be a lot less entertaining when your brother and Captain America get here.”

“Oh, very well. We’ll go. To Fentonworks.”

“Oh, come on—”

The sandstorm blindsided them, literally and figuratively, the heat of cutting through Danny despite his intangibility.

“WHEN I FIND LANCE THUNDER,” shouted Tucker, voice supernaturally loud and deep, “I’M GOING TO KILL HIM. HE KNOWS HOW MANY DIFFERENT PARK AND AMITYS THERE ARE!”

Ah. Heck. Duulaman. Why did Tucker have Duulaman’s scepter? Were they trying to solve mind control with different mind control? That was a terrible idea.

… But admittedly about on par with Danny’s current plan. Darn it. There really weren’t a lot of better options out there.

“Oh,” said Loki, “I didn’t know there were any humans who still practiced the arcane arts!”

“Uh huh,” said Danny, pulling on his core to cool the air around them and gritting his teeth. “That’s Tucker for you. This is going to be fun.”

“And by fun you mean…?”

“Absolutely miserable. You’d better hope you’re as good at magic as you think you are.”

“He hasn’t seen us yet.”

Sand swirled around them and deposited them on top of a sand dune directly in the middle of the Park and Amity crossing. A few of the SHIELD vans had turned to stone, and others were slowly dissolving into sand.

Tucker was still, mostly, in his normal clothes, but gold bangles were wrapping themselves around his right arm and his beret was looking awfully Nemes-like. His eyes glittered red, accentuated by kohl.

The scarab jewel on the end of the scepter flashed, and Danny felt a tug on his mind.

“How dare you,” hissed Loki, reasserting his control of Phantom with a twist of his staff.

“How dare you,” snapped the dark-skinned boy. “He’s mine. He was mine first, and you have no right to him!”

“I have every right! I am a god, you pathetic sorcerer!” Loki called on his magic, and on Phantom’s blanketing the sand with ice.

“You?” sneered the boy, tilting his chin up. “You think you are a god? I am Nebmaatre Djedamun, called Duulaman! I am the Son of Ra! The Son of the Sun! I have lived and walked through the Duat and returned, as Osiris! Who are you, foreigner, to take what is mine?”

The ice beneath Loki began to steam, and the sun burned down from directly overhead, a position it should not be in under any circumstances at this latitude on Earth.

So. That was how it was going to be, was it?

“I am Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief and rightful king of Asgard.” He bared his teeth and called up his armor, scepter growing into a full staff, the false sand desert morphing into an equally false vista of ice. “Let’s see if you’re worth my time. Human.”

It turned out that extended desert-based trauma and resultant obsessive sand-proofing of technology was good for something. That something was freak sandstorms caused by strangely glow-y teenagers. Who knew. Not Tony, that was for sure.

“Hey, Red, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” hissed the girl – and Tony really had to have words about whoever was setting SHIELD policy regarding the recruitment of teenagers, planetary threat or not – doing something that had her hoverboard zooming back to her, shedding sand as it went.

“Great,” said Tony, “you know this new guy?”

Red was silent, and Tony wished he could see her face through the tinted visor of her suit. “I know the kid, not the ghost possessing him. I’ve never seen any of them use sand like this before.” She looked up. “Or the sun.”

Yeah, whatever was going on with the sky was throwing Tony for a loop. Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, yadda, yadda, yadda, like he hadn’t heard that spewed in his direction a few hundred times. Thor made him believe it a little more, though. There had to be some explanation behind all the freaky stuff he could do.

The sand was abruptly replaced by a blizzard, and Tony pulled the girl to the roof of one of the buildings just in time for the river to melt into a gleaming river, its banks thick with reeds and flowers. The river rose out of its bed, sporting fangs and scales, eyes sharply green. Sand sizzled against its clawed feet and the plants wilted and burned. The good thing was, there didn’t seem to be any actual people down there, beyond Loki, Fenton, and the new kid.

The possessed new kid. More mind control. Just what they needed.

“Any way to un-possess someone?”

“Shoot them with one of these,” said Red, lifting a gun Tony was pretty sure she hadn’t had before. He had no idea where she had gotten it from. Neat.

He reached for it.

“Nuh uh,” said Red. “This stays with me.”

“Okay, little Red, I don’t know if you’ve noticed—"

“Here’s how this’s gonna go,” Red interrupted him. “I’m going to go take down Phantom while those two are distracted with each other. You cover me. Once I’ve got Phantom, I’ll shoot the ghost in Tucker out, and you and SHIELD have a clean shot at Lorry or whatever.”

“And I’ll be way better at covering you if I have a weapon that can actually do damage to these guys.”

“I don’t have time to argue with a stupid billionaire—”

The building they were standing on turned into a sphinx, and moved, dumping them at its feet. It leaned close and growled, eyes glowing. Both Tony and Red fired at it, their weapons leaving craters on its face. It only made it flinch.

Then lightning cleaved the sky.

“It’s about time!” shouted Tony, ignoring Jarvis’s comment about the rising temperature of the sand for the moment.

Thor jumped up on the rubble that had been the sphinx and shrugged. “The directions were very confusing, and there is strange sorcery on this place!”

“No kidding! Where’s capsicle?”

“Captain Rogers was taking the plane with the Widow!”

Next to him, Red started to move again. “You’re not a ghost,” she said.

“Yeah, he’s an alien, get with the program. Are you sure you can take care of Fenton?”

If Tony hadn’t been looking for it, he wouldn’t have caught the split-second hesitation.

“I’ve fought him before,” said Red.

That didn’t mean anything by itself. Tony had frequently fought gravity, the ground, and chemistry during pre-horrible-kidnapping benders. That didn’t mean he’d ever had any chance of winning. Still, he supposed they had to take it. There weren’t any other options.

“Come on, Red, you know I was always holding back.”

Feeling like he was in a cheap horror movie, Tony looked to the right to see Danny Fenton.

Delight was almost certainly the wrong emotion to be experiencing at the moment, but Danny wasn’t exactly in what he’d describe as a proper state of mind. Besides, Tucker’s giant lens was really cool. Danny hadn’t known that a lens made out of illusions could focus light like that, but it was logical enough. Most illusions probably were just bending light, at their base. Although why he was going through the steps of creating a false sun, the fake lens, and aiming, Danny didn’t know. Wouldn’t it be easier to just create lasers or something like that to begin with?

“There is something wrong with the people on this planet,” hissed Loki, ripping the lens to shreds before it could melt through Danny’s ice shield.

“Well, yeah,” said Danny. “But I’m not sure you can generalize what’s wrong with Tucker to the rest of the planet.” He leaned as heavily into his ice powers as he dared in human form, which was actually quite far, and used telekinesis to bat away a pair of animate statues.

Arctic cold and equatorial heat pushed together in the air, swirling into clouds. Lightning forked from the sky. Danny caught a bolt and swung it to the side, glassing the sand under him.

Tucker was looking up at the sky, teeth barred. “Who dares strike against my people?”

Oh, Tucker really was a great friend. But fighting Thor really wasn’t a good idea—Assuming the lightning was Thor arriving, and not a random weather phenomenon caused by three people with superpowers playing with the laws of physics.

Good distraction, though.

Danny appreciated what Tucker was—Well. What he assumed Tucker was trying to do, underneath the past life personality takeover. Rescue him, and all. But Danny did have his orders.

Loki’s mind control and Tucker’s were different. Loki’s was focused and direct, while Tucker’s diffused like dust on the air, subtle but insistent. Loki’s staff was of this world, powered by something native to this part of the universe. Duulaman’s was laced with ghost magic. Loki’s drew on something primal, something that brushed at some fundamental force Danny could only guess at. Duulaman’s control was woven, carefully, from ancient spells layered on one another like steel folded over and over.

Tucker’s pull on Danny’s mind wasn’t negligible, but Loki’s control of Danny was stronger.

Also, this couldn’t possibly be healthy for Tucker.

“Tucker!” shouted Danny, over the howling wind. “Snap out of it! Don’t let Duulaman make you do this!”

The expression on Tucker’s face was offended and incredulous. Danny would have liked to laugh but the fate of the world was at stake here.

“That’s what I want to say to you, idiot!”

“Hey, I’m not doing this willingly! Why do you even have that? You know what it does to you!”

“Forgive me for wanting to get the big guns when my best friend is shanghaied to lead an alien invasion!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not leading it, that’s all him!” He gestured behind him in Loki’s general direction.

Oh, and there was Thor. And Iron Man. And Val. Oh, they really did have to get out of here. Danny didn’t think he could handle all this while still in human form. They looked like they were having some sort of planning session over by the sphinx, but he didn’t think that would last all that long. On the other hand, it looked like Loki was sneaking up on them, so that was about to become very interesting.

The sensation Danny was coming to associate with Duulaman’s magic spiked as Tucker tightened his grip on the staff. “His arrow minion shot Jazz.”

Danny froze. “Is she okay?”

“She’s not bleeding to death, if that’s what you mean,” said Tucker.

Danny expanded the list of SHIELD agents he wanted to hit to include Barton. He probably wouldn’t hit him, given the mind control, but he wanted to.

“Look,” said Danny. “I do have a plan.” One that was, admittedly, falling apart rapidly.

“Which you haven’t told us beyond trying to use us for shopping!”

The influence of Tucker’s magic on Danny wasn’t as strong as Loki’s. But that didn’t mean it was nothing.

Danny gritted his teeth. “That’s because the stuff wasn’t for me to use, it’s for you.”

And then Tucker was hit by one of Iron Man’s repulsor bursts.

In Tony’s defense, he still wasn’t used to the illusion thing, and he wasn’t the only one who had fallen for the fake Fenton. He hadn’t meant to hit the kid with the staff, and given a few minutes out of battle, he’d probably feel bad about it.

He also hadn’t realized how angry Fenton would get about it.

The boy’s body flickered and his eyes started to glow with a radioactive light even as the rest of him seemed to fade into shadow. The air got cold and heavy.

And then the quinjet arrived, laying down cover fire between Phantom and Tony. The feeling vanished as Fenton threw up a shield, protecting himself and Loki.

And then, because the day just had to get weirder, a blimp with Jack Fenton’s face on it showed up and started shooting at the quinjet.

And then an absolute monstrosity of a vehicle, an unholy cross between an RV and a tank, barreled over the top of a nearby dune and started blasting everyone.

Between defending himself and trying to keep the poor unconscious kid from getting shot again, Tony was just barely able to see Phantom grab Loki’s arm and phase into the ground. What he wouldn’t give to be able to get out of stupid situations so easily.

Finally, proving that the only god of this world or the next was Murphy, a green-tinged energy bolt went wide, soaring over the sand, the ice, and several streets’ worth of intact buildings to ping off the bottom of the helicarrier and somehow short out all the camouflage panels.

The fighting stopped as the blimp turned into a jet and zoomed – complete with sound effect – away, and the Fentons seemed to realize who they were firing at.

A blond civilian Tony had somehow missed in the chaos staggered into view, followed by a bedraggled cameraman. “Yes!” he said, hands raised in jubilation. “Yes! Now this is some freak weather, baby! Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to report on the weather? This is the best day I’ve had all week!”

Before Tony had any time to process that, Maddie Fenton got out of the Monstrosity (which was quickly becoming capitalized in Tony’s head), calmly walked over, and slapped the man across the face. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her level. “Do you have any idea how many Parks and Amitys there are in this town?”

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drawnale · 2 years

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Day 6 Burn

Oh, Ember, you will remember Ember, one thing remains Ember, so warm and tender You will remember my name

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megamindsupremacy · 2 years

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Day 6: Freeze/Burn

Mom, you killed me and you didn't even notice Mom, you've spent the past few years trying to kill me. Well, you half succeeded Mom, I have something to tell you. I'm dead. Ish. Mom, you know that thought experiment about Schrödinger and his cat? In this scenario, I'm the cat.

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Mom,

Danny stared at the paper in front of him for a long, long moment.

Mom, there’s something I need to tell you

Mom, I have to tell you something

He didn’t have to do this.

Mom, you know the accident I had as a freshman?

He really, really had to do this.

Dear Mom,

Why do people even start letters with “dear” anyways?

Mine dearest mother

Mother,

Hey mom, I have a fun little secret to share.

You know how there’s a portal to hell in our basement? Well, hell on earth doesn’t tend to positively affect those around it

Clockwork said that this decision to tell her would make or break the timeline. Danny wasn’t sure why Clockwork would tell him that. Danny didn’t know which decision would break the timeline. He was too scared to ask.

Mom, I died when I was fourteen and you didn’t notice

Madeline Fenton, you are cordially invited to

hey lol remember that time the town got pulled into another dimension? totally unrelated to what im abt to say lolz

The pen ink was bright green. Most everything in his lair was. Frostbite said it would change and grow as Danny does.

Mom , did you know that ghosts aren’t unchanging blobs of ectoplasm? Dont ask how I know

Jazz was worried. She’s always worried, though, so that’s not any different.

Dad, I was going to tell mom this but you're less likely to kill me about it

Mom, remember how you keep saying you want to rip Phantom molecule to molecule?

Mom, when I died I

Mom, great news! I didnt actually die. Dont ask.

The paper was starting to wear thin under all the writing and erasing Danny was doing.

And then I faced god and backflipped into hell. I think that's how the quote went. Well, I wasn’t backflipping, and I’ve fought more than one “god”. The hell part is accurate though.

He could feel the crown calling to him. He didn’t particularly want to answer the call. Pandora said if he doesn’t don the crown then it would wear him whether he liked it or not.

Hello Mom,

I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to invite you to the coronation of

Danny looked up from the letter. Jupiter floated past him and crashed into Mercury. The Sun was in the corner and Pluto was missing. Again.

As amazing as his lair’s solar system was, it was still bright green. An unfortunate quirk of being a (relatively) newly formed ghost.

Mom, I’m just going to rip the bandaid off. I’m a ghost.

Mom, remember how you lost contact with your college friend because of a mysterious illness? Well, I speedran that illness. The illness is death, by the way. He’s not much of a friend. By the way.

This lair wouldn’t be his lair for much longer. The palace bends to the will of its king. Nobody needs their baby lair when they’re a king. He felt bad, abandoning it.

Mom, I have a ectobiological discovery that’ll blow your mind. They call me a halfa. Half what? The important bit is I’m half alive. The other important bit is I’m half dead.

Mom, fun fact. The ghost zone leadership operates by right of conquest. Remember what I was saying earlier about fighting gods?

Mom, fun fact. The ghost zone leadership operates by right of conquest. Another fun fact is that I've fought gods before, so really you don’t need to worry about this next bit

Hey, at least everything wouldn’t be neon green, then.

Mom, God isn’t real. I think i’d’ve killed them by now. “Killed” in the loosest sense of the word. They probably would’ve killed me for real all the way, by now.

The ceremony was a week from today. Today was the deadline to tell her. Clockwork didn’t look particularly surprised that Danny procrastinated until the last minute to start the letter.

Mom, ghosts are way more intelligent than you give them

Mom, ghosts are way more intelligent than you give us credit for. They even have a governing system! Had. My bad. I’m working on fixing it. How?

Mom, I failed my 10th grade Gov exam on the American Executive system. Sorry for not telling you before. You didn’t notice at the time. I’m telling you now because

Make or break the timeline, Danny.

Mom,

I’m writing this letter because I’ve been hiding something from you. I don’t know if you noticed. There's a lot of things you haven’t noticed. Remember the accident I had in the lab when I was fourteen? When I was hospitalized for a month? You and dad were so excited the portal finally turned on that you didn’t question how it happened. Or how I was doing. That’s fine, I didn’t really care, because Jazz was there for me.

I died, Mom. I died and I didn’t really die and I half-died. They call me a halfa. The other ghosts, that is. Half-dead, half-alive. I’m Phantom, mom. I fight the other ghosts to keep the town safe. They’re mostly cool now, though. Fighting each other for all eternity with no true winners or losers isn’t really appealing to them. Most of them. This isn’t the point.

There’s one ghost I fought where winning or losing did matter. It mattered a lot, actually. His name was Phariah Dark, and he was the king of the Infinite Realms. Was, because I beat him. And now I’m the king of the Infinite Realms. I promise I didn’t do it on purpose. Become king, I mean. I did beat him on purpose. This also isn’t the point.

My coronation is on Halloween. The ghosts think it's funny. And auspicious. And convenient. This is kind of short notice, but Clockwork didn’t really give me a ton of time to prepare to tell you.

I know we haven’t, you know, talked a lot recently. We’re not talking now. You’re in the lab back at home, and I’m in the Zone, writing a letter to you instead of talking to you face-to-face. But I still want to ask you to come. To the coronation. To my coronation. I’m being officially crowned the King of the Infinite Realms on Halloween, and I, Daniel Fenton, am inviting you, Madeline Fenton, to my coronation. There we go. I said it.

I love,

Please dont kill,

Cordially,

Thanks,

Sincerely,

Danny Fenton

Make or break the timeline, Danny.

Danny summoned the Crown of Fire into being. He held it in one hand, carefully, cautiously.

In the other hand he picked up the letter.

It burned in a blaze of red-orange-yellow.

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notoverjoyed · 2 years

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Day 6: Freeze vs Burn

It starts like many other dreams she's had: in a library. Jazz runs her fingers along the spines of books as she walks among the stacks. The smell of paper and dust surrounds her, and she breathes in the scent with old satisfaction.

Then she notices something new in the scent. A hot smell, smouldering... Burning! Books, burning!

She's stops her wandering and whips her head around, frantically looking for the source. On one shelf she sees a thin plume of smoke rising from a book.

And then another book, and another! Smoke rising from every book it seems.

A burst of curiosity abruptly cuts through her panic, and Jazz grabs a book from the shelf at random. The smoke wafting from it gets into her eyes and makes then water, but she opens the book anyway.

Then she gasps and nearly drops the book as a thin flame rises from the pages. As if she's summoned an inferno, the library lights up with flame.

The flame in the book swells too; She stares at it in helpless shock. She can't do a thing to stop this destruction. Flames close in as the library burns around her. Then she wakes up.

She doesn't remember any specifics of the dream, but she's strangely warm, and she smells something burning...

Late late late late late! But here! And more to come...

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dailudannos · 2 years

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Ectoberhaunt: Freeze/Burn

The burning of Ember Mclain

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aprocessionofthoughts · 7 months

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ectoberhaunt 2023 day 6- tabletop TW- hyperventilating summary- Sam and Tucker have been friends for years. They've always been considered the weird ones, so it's no surprise when the try to talk to the dead.

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Sam and Tucker had been friends ever since Sam had moved to Amity when they were both in first grade.

It had been a friendship forged of being labeled the outcasts, but had led to the two of them being really close.

It was an interesting friendship since there were very few things they had in common. (mainly playing Doomed)

They often ended up in strange situations. (mainly due to Sam encouraging Tucker to break into different facilities to do some ‘constructive vandalism’ as Sam called it. We’re helping keep bad business from destroying the environment, Tucker.)

But it wasn’t all illegal. They also did normal teenage things. Like trying to commune with the dead.

Okay. Maybe that was just a normal teen thing for Amity Parkers.

Regardless, that’s what they found themselves doing on this dark and stormy night.

***

“Don’t be a scaredy cat, Tucker. It’s just a ouija board. It’s not like we’re doing a summoning circle.” Sam said, rolling her eyes.

“By merely trying to talk to a ghost, we’re summoning it!”

“Just a mere bit of its presence, we’re not calling for them to fully come over the veil. Besides, we need to do it today because it's the third Friday that also lands on the 13th of the month, and it’s a full moon. There’s no better time. And once we’ve had practice with this, it’ll be much easier to do an actual summoning.”

“Saaaaam.” Tucker said, collapsing onto her bed. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Relax. You don’t even have to do it if you don’t want to, you can just watch.”

Tucker sighed. “No, I’ll do it. At least this way if the ghost gets mad it’ll kill us both and not just you. Your parents would eviscerate me if I got you killed.”

“So ,you’d rather be killed by a ghost than my parents?”

“Let’s just get this over with," Tucker grumbled.

They both settled at a table that she’d dragged to the center of the room.

They placed their fingers on the planchet.

“Spirits, we ask for you to listen,” Sam started, “we ask for a sign of your presence.”

A candle on Sam’s dresser went out. They stared.

“That could have been a draft.” Tucker said. Sam ignored him.

“Thank you, spirits. Will you speak with us?” for a moment nothing happened. Then the planchet started moving and Tucker had to bite his lip to keep from shrieking. If he died he was so going to haunt Sam. Across from him Sam’s grin was almost feral.

H E L L O

W H O R U

Tucker frowned. “Whoru?”

“No, you idiot,” Sam hissed. “They said ‘who are you?'

Tucker blushed. “Oh.”

“We are…” Sam paused and Tucker frantically shook his head. Names had power. “You can call us Undergrowth and Pharoah.” Tucker shot her a confused look and she just shrugged at him. “What can we call you?”

It took almost three minutes and they had almost given up when the planchet started moving again.

I A M P H A N T O M

“Can you tell us about yourself, Phantom?”

Again, nothing happened for a few minutes.

I L I K E S T A R S

Sam and Tucker starred. They hadn’t expected something like that.

“That’s…cool.” Tucker said.

“Where are you from?” Sam asked. This time the answer came quickly.

H E R E

They both tensed.

“Here as in this house or…”

T O W N

“Oh.” Sam said. “Where did you live?” Maybe after this, they’d be able to check out a haunted house.

G O N E

Sam opened her mouth to say something else when it started moving again, and it slipped out from under her and Tucker’s fingers.

G O N E G O N E G O N E G O N E G O N E

She and Tucker stumbled back. Wind started whipping around the room. The smell of smoke and burned flesh filled her nose and made her gag. The hairs on her arms stood up and she could feel her hair doing the same. She looked over at Tucker with wide eyes. He looked like he’d started to hyperventilate.

The planchet zoomed off the board and crashed through her window.

Tucker stumbled back as the smell of smoke intensified and he gagged, his body shaking with the feeling of electricity running up and down his skin.

What had they done? What had they done!

The wind increased knocking over objects and furniture; they both huddled near the ground, feeling like someone was holding a taser to their skin.

Then everything stopped.

Tucker looked over at Sam, her eyes were wide and Tucker was sure that his were too.

“Well,” Sam said, taking a shaky breath, “I guess we’re not going to be doing that summoning.”

Tucker collapsed the rest of the way to the ground, shaking.

#ectoberhaunt23 #day 6 #tabletop #ouija board #no one knows au #Danny is fully dead #dead Danny au #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #hyperventilating #sam manson #tucker foley #ectoberhaunt

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leporidaisical · 2 years

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(very belated) Ectoberhaunt day 6 - burn

[ID: a digital painting of Ember from Danny Phantom in shades of cyan on a dark grey background. She is lit by her flaming ponytail which has drips of paint coming off it. Only her head and neck are shown, stopping at her choker, which also has drips of paint. End ID.]

So I uh. bought rebelle when is was on offer a few weeks back. might have gotten a teensy bit distracted playing with it and slightly fallen behind on ectober prompts

(i'll probably just finish up whichever ectober (haunt & week) prompts inspire me in whatever order i feel like since followin a calender has gone out the window a tad)

#danny phantom #dp ember #ember mclain #ember mcclain #ectoberhaunt22 #eh chaos #day 6 #burn #been having a lot of fun with rebelle #well worth the price i paid for it #probably not the full price tho

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honeybunhalo · 1 year

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Ectoberhaunt 2022 Day 6: Burn

Ember being cool. Her character design is just so fun to draw and paint. (Ink, watercolor and gouache paint)

#ember mclain #Danny phantom #ectoberhaunt22 #ectober 2022 #ember #another late submission by me #enjoy 😊

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sheepheadfred · 2 years

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“He FROZE at the BURNING hatred in her eyes.”

Ectoberhaunt Day 6 Freeze/Burn

#danny phantom #maddie fenton #ectoberhaunt #ectoberhaunt22 #eh chaos #eh order #burn #freeze #my art

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camels-pen · 2 years

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Stasis

Ectoberhaunt day 6 - Freeze & Burn

Summary: After a run-of-the-mill ghost attack gone wrong, Sam and Tucker are hurt and there's only one option left to keep them safe while Frostbite and the other ghost yetis attempt to make a cure.

Ao3 Link

“But this is working! They’re perfectly fine now!”

Frostbite gave him an apologetic look. “I am sorry, but this medicated water is only temporary. As soon as they were to dry off, the substance stuck to their skin would be lit aflame again.” He demonstrated by holding up a piece of Sam's hair and dried it off with a towel. The moment he pulled the towel away, Sam's hair lit up with green fire and he quickly pushed it back under the water.

Danny felt tears burn his eyes. “Is this really the only way?” he whispered.

“It will only be for a short time—a few months at most. And you may visit them whenever you wish.”

“I—okay.” He took a deep breath, then turned to where his friends lay mostly submerged in their individual tubes. “Sam, Tuck?”

“We’ll be fine, Danny. We’re not the ones who have to come up with a reasonable excuse to our parents,” she said with a tight smirk and strained eyes. “And make sure to take pics of the concert.” She was going to miss the Gothapalooza concert she’d been waiting for all year. And Danny hadn’t even thought about their parents yet. He had no clue what to tell them.

Swallowing, he turned to a still silent Tucker. Despite his chattering teeth, Tucker gave a smile and raised his hand out of the water to give a thumbs up before quickly submerging it again when it lit aflame. It wasn't a hospital, but the FarFrozen’s medical equipment and the reality of the situation looked to be getting too much for Tucker to handle. Better to get this over quickly then.

Danny yearned to hold them in his arms and take his time comforting them, but any attempt to take them out of the water would only hurt them and the longer he waited, the more likely that Tucker would spiral into a full on anxiety attack. Without being able to give much physical contact, there would be no way to effectively calm him down and Danny was done causing harm to him—to both of them—due to his own selfishness.

Danny stared at them both for a few moments, taking in their fear and the strained smiles trying to comfort him, and seared it into his mind.

He stepped back from the tubes and let the other ghost yetis start the process. He watched as oxygen masks were attached, lids closed over the tubes, and the medicated water rose to fill the remaining space.

He watched as frost built up on the bottom of the tubes and the ghost yetis started to pull away from the tubes.

“You may go to them now,” one of them said. He quickly stood between them, a hand on each lid and watching as his friends were slowly encased in ice, the fear on both of their expressions starting to slacken from the cold.

The ice had reached their chests by now and Tucker was just barely staying lucid while Sam looked like she was trying to stay awake as long as possible through pure spite.

He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry.

Instead he swallowed down both urges and leaned down to kiss Tucker’s tube right above his forehead and signed, “Be brave.” Tucker’s eyes were barely opened to slits, but he attempted to smirk and Danny could almost hear him saying, aren’t I always?

He blinked his eyes rapidly and turned to kiss Sam’s tube next. She was still more alert than Tucker, but she was starting to flag more so he only signed, “You’ll be out of there soon. I won’t stop until you’re awake again.”

Sam furrowed her brows and there was a slight downturn of her lips in that way that meant there was a lecture about self-care coming and that she was about to ask for a source for information she was skeptical about.

It only took a few more moments for her face to smooth out in sleep, a whopping two minutes after Tucker had fallen asleep. He’d have to tell her about it when they woke up so she’d have more ammo against Tucker’s accusations that she always fell asleep at the drop of a hat.

He spent the last several minutes watching ice climb up the rest of the tubes, eyes hardly blinking as he watched to ensure there were no complications in the process. He ignored the tears rolling endlessly down his cheeks.

Once they were encased completely, he pressed another kiss to each of their tubes and whispered that he would do whatever it took to heal them. Then, Danny took a deep breath and stood, his mouth curving into a snarl.

“Where are you going?” Frostbite asked.

Though he doesn’t know how long his friends would be asleep, one thing was for certain.

“Ghost hunting.”

This would not happen again.

#danny phantom #everlasting trio #ectoberhaunt22 #day 6 #EH order #EH chaos #freeze #burn #nemo the writing ho

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goodfish-bowl · 1 year

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EctoberHaunt and Ectober Week 2022 Master Post

Happy Halloween! Here’s my complete collections of prompts for this month. Big thanks to those over at @ectoberhaunt and @ectoberweekofficial for the prompts! All fills should be correctly tagged, fics contain summaries and AO3 links, and please do mind the warnings if they’re there.

All my Ectoberhaunt22 fics can also be found here on AO3

Ectoberhaunt22

Day 3 - Order: Order to Entropy (poem)

Day 3 - Chaos: Refraction Chapter 3: Break to Build (fic)

Day 4 - Box: All Boxed Up (art)

Day 4 - Staff: Spirit of Rock (art)

Day 5 - Wraith: Paved with Good Intentions (fic)

Day 5 - Banshee: The Last One (art)

Day 6 - Burn: Fevour (fic)

Day 6 - Freeze: A Mercy (fic)

Day 7 - Purify & Infect: Detox(ic) (art)

Day 10 - Hunger: Taste Test (fic)

Day 10 - Harvest: Harvest Moon (art)

Day 11 - Drown: A Nap with the Fishes (fic)

Day 11 - Thirst: A Craving to be Sated (fic)

Day 12 - A Way of Life & Cause of Death: A Way of Death (fic)

Day 13 - Restored: Humanity Restored (comic)

Day 13 - Abandoned: The Haunting of Amity Park: Part 1: The Neon District (fic)

Day 14 - Haunted House: The Haunting of Amity Park:Part 2: FentonWorks (fic)

Day 14 - Costume Party: Double Trouble (art)

Day 18 - Eyes: A Trick of the Light (animation)

Day 18 - Teeth: Teeth Bared (art)

Day 19 - One & One Hundred: Hall of a Hundred Eyes (art)

Day 21 - Coronation: The Dragon Queen (art)

Day 24 - Future: The Price of Knowing (art)

Day 24 - Past: Too Dead for This: Chapter 1: Seven Years is a Long Time (fic)

Ectober Week 2022

Day 26 - Six Feet: I’ll Come Home if You Call (poem and art)

Day 28 - “Psst, you’re dead. Pass it on.“: Two Paths (animation)

Unprompted

Cosmic Perspective (art)

Dead and Gone (transparent art)

Squeaky Toy (animation)

Ectoberhaunt21 Master Post

Commentary Under the Cut

It has been supremely challenging and fun to do all of these prompts! I know I’m not a super prolific author and artist, but I really enjoy events like this. While it’s been hard on me to produce this sheer amount of content, it was engaging and active, giving me something to do and has motivated me to put out more content in a month than I would normally do in a year on my own. I also love seeing the improvement in my content from this year to last year, when I first took part in this event, along as throughout the event itself, I noticed improvement. While I might not have been able to fill all of the prompts I had planned to do, I also did much more than I originally planned as well, shooting to fill all of the prompts, both for each day. But with 29 fills, 3 of which have no prompt at all, instead inspired by other things throughout the event, I’m satisfied.

I’ve had so much fun throughout this entire event, from planning my fills, to the story line made up by the Ectoberhaunt crew, to drawing and writing my fills themselves. But of all of them, I do have some favorites.

I found my trend of horrible angst holds true, with some of my most severe fill, at least in my opinion, being Paved with Good Intentions. Vlad’s perspective of Danny’s grief was definitely something I found fun to write.

I noticed I used a lot of Outside, or limited perspective, especially with The Haunting of Amity Park, where you only get the perspective from the camera, so it ended up being mostly descriptions and dialog. The morticians perspective in A Way of Death was also amusing to write.

I tried out a lot of different art techniques this year as well. I messed with my style, bouncing back and forth between a more semi-realistic style and then a more cartoon-esque style for the more humorous fills, and then the simplistic style for a few other ones. I definitely think I’ve improved over the past month, just due to the sheer amount of art alone. The animations were fun themselves.

My ask box is always open if you want to talk to me about a particular piece.

See ya around!

#danny phantom #goodfish writes #goodfish draws #ectoberhaunt22 #ectoberweek2022 #master post #links #goodfish was here #i’m going to go sleep for the next week now. have fun going through everything

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ajitated · 2 years

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Hellfire by ajility

Ectoberhaunt Day 6: Witching Hour (trick), Dark Ages

Summary: If given a choice between crushing weight or burning fire, confinement or freedom, love or loneliness, what would you choose?

A (...kind of) human au, rated T, 1.5k words (read on ao3)

(Originally posted: 6 October 2021)

#ajility writes #ajs fanworks #danny phantom #moving onto blog #originally posted 6 oct 21 #ectoberhaunt #ectoberhaunt2021 #eh trick #dp dark ages #clockwork/pariah dark #i still really like this one tbh

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megamindsupremacy · 2 years

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Day 6: Freeze/Burn

Hey Mom, I have something to tell you… actually, nevermind

I really need to stop giving estimates as to when im going to finish these, I havent been accurate yet lol. The gray letters read “MOM,” if it’s not legible from the bad photos

Masterpost

#mads posts #Ectoberhaunt 22 #day 6 #burn #eh chaos #Danny Phantom

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notoverjoyed · 2 years

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Kinda follow up to day 6 and day 7, I give you...

Ectoberhaunt day 11: Thirst vs Drown

Jazz falls back asleep, doing her best to think of anything other than fire. She does this quite successfully. Instead of fire, there's water everywhere. Everywhere, in every direction, including up.

This sea has no bottom, and no surface, and very little in the way of current. Its actually quite peaceful at first. There's nothing to burn here, and no way to burn it. She doesn't even have to breathe. This last thought is her undoing.

As soon as the idea blooms in her mind, she feels the need to breathe again. This is a problem, as there is no air. She wished for anything but fire, and perhaps did this a bit too well. Dream or not, she can't breathe. She thrashes around looking for air and there's nothing but water, everywhere. In panic, she sucks in water begins to drown.

Then she wakes up coughing. She's lying on the ground wrapped in sheets that are still half on the bed. Her falling probably woke her up from yet another nightmare, and she'd be angry if she wasn't so tired.

There must be something making her dreams so uncomfortable to bear. Some hidden neuroses, maybe. Or her parent's distance and neglect since the portal failed. Or whatever's going on with Danny...

She shakes her head to get the phantom feeling of damp out of her ears, and eases to her feet carefully. The sky is just starting to lighten through her window so she might as well get up.

#ectoberhaunt22 #ectoberhaunt 2022 #ectoberhaunt 22 chaos #ectoberhaunt 22 day 11 drown

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goodfish-bowl · 2 years

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Fevour

Ectoberhaunt Day 6: Burn

AO3 Link

Summary: Fevour, an intense and passionate feeling; an intense heat. It took Vlad three years to find something worth coming back to life for.

Warnings: Long-term hospitalization, major depression.

Words: 1069

Notes: We see a lot of Danny coming into being a halfa, but what about Vlad? I always enjoyed the headcanon that Vlad has a fire core.

@ectoberhaunt

It had been three years since Vlad Masters had seen the face of another person. Three years since he was admitted into a specialized, medical research facility, though it felt closer to a prison. Three entire years since anyone had reached out to him at all. He had only seen the distorted sheen of his own reflection in the hazmat the doctors wore when entering his room, and the horrific, pock-marked reflection he now sported in the mirror, growing thinner and sicklier with each passing month. The only people he had spoken to were the doctors and himself. They’d address him through the intercom system, or send him paperwork through the fax machine, which he would have to fax back. He was also allowed to be sent or request items from the outside world, but he rarely did. No one had thought to contact him in three years, and he had no reason to contact anyone in return.

Since his admittance, Vlad had maintained a fairly consistent schedule. He’d spend most of his time asleep, either completely unconscious, in operation, or under the intense painkillers fed to him through an IV permanently taped to his arm. Most of his time awake was spent in an uncomfortable stupor, trying to escape back into his dreams. His dreams were chaotic and mishappened things, often closer to the plague on his skin than anything pleasant, but they were better than the pain and the sickness. He knew, almost intrinsically, something was happening to him, and Vlad decided he’d rather not be awake for it. He didn’t want to be awake as he knew he inched closer and closer to the edge of something for his first year, then somewhere over it during his second. He didn’t want to be anywhere near conscious as that warm, sickly feeling, like an oppressive, tropical heatwave, spread through him, limb to limb, swimming through his veins, and finally infecting his mind.

There was something wrong with him, the doctors always said, when they thought he was completely under, but not quite (he’d been much more resistant to their drugs after the first few months). Vlad was intimately aware of his vitals, and how they’d fallen, leveling out by his second year here, but only at about half of what they were supposed to be, and his temperature always ran dangerously high, only a degree or two away from a deadly fever. He found new sensations pulling at his fingertips and the tips of his toes, like being submerged into too warm water. Sometimes the face staring back at him in the mirror wasn’t his own, but sporting pale blue skin, and the dark hair he thought he’d lost during his stay here. The eyes staring back at him were a bright red he’d rather forget.

Vlad noticed it halfway through his second year, when he was starting to spend more time awake than asleep. He found his hands and limbs, sometimes his entire body, able to slip through things and vanish from sight. It was difficult, and he had little control over it, and he quickly wrote if off as delusions due to his isolation. But something else begun to build in his chest, making his anxious and fidgety, eager to do something, but he had no idea what. He knew he needed to do something, but he could never find a direction for his energy. Nothing seemed to satisfy that itch in the back of his mind and the irritation in his chest. This sent him spiraling into a depressive state, desperate to return to the sweet unconsciousness that graced his first few months here. His twisted dreamscape was better than the discomfort and flickering of his own limbs.

It was on the verge of his third year that Vlad received a piece of mail for the first time that pulled Vlad out from this state. It was a card, an invitation of all things, to an event he couldn’t possibly attend. A wedding between the woman he had once loved, and the man declared as his best friend. It was written in Jack’s horrific yet perfectly characteristic handwriting Vlad had long since grown accustomed to during their college days.

Something sparked in Vlad then, that simmering heat finally decided to burn. It tore at his throat, and his monitors started to shriek at the sudden skyrocket of his temperature and spasm of his vitals. Steam billowed from his form and hissed out between his breathes.

How dare he? Jack, marrying the woman Vlad had loved? Jack knew he had feelings for Madeline, as well. This was the ultimate betrayal, wrapped up into a sick insult. It blazed through him, powered by his righteous fury. It grew and billowed out, filling his veins with liquid fire. He wanted to see Jack suffer for this. He wanted him dead.

The invitation in his hands burst into flames, bright fuchsia and more intense than anything Vlad had experienced in years. His eyes widened, and the paper was reduced to less than ash before it even reached his lap. It startled him, leaving crisp burns on his fingertip from where he had held the paper.

Vlad’s mind suddenly clouded, overcome with exhaustion and spiraling from the heat. He could hear the doctors rushing in, along with something trying to cool him down. His heat had surpassed what his body could possibly manage, effectively giving himself heatstroke in the process.

In his dreams, Vlad dreamt of everything he could possibly do to enact vengeance upon the man who had once been his best friend, and then possibly reclaim Madeline’s heart for himself, having the life he had always wanted. Money and power were the key to all of that, weren’t they? That was what his parent’s had always told him, how he’d go nowhere without it. So, he outlined ways to seek it, and from there he could have whatever else he desired until fulfilled. With his new set of skills, he could easily obtain all the money he needed, but it was how to apply it that took the planning. And so, he schemed within the confines of his mind.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the irritation and itch faded, burnt away by the flames of his rages, replaced by a burning fervor that brought him back to life as a spirit of wrath and vengeance.

#danny phantom #Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Chaos #Day 6 #Burn #goodfish writes #Vlad Masters #Vlad POV #Vlad loosing his shit to become the fruitloop he is today #actually did some research for this one #i should traumatize Vlad more often

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