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alotsgonnachange · 3 years

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Mystic Messenger Saeran’s AE Thoughts (.......And Prayers..) #Spoilerz

Hello, I just finished Saeran’s after ending and I have a lot of things to say and I am going to write it down while I'm still all keyed up about it.

First of all… Please DO NOT ask me how much money I spent to finish this as fast as I did…. I’m grown but my bank account is certainly going to have a good ole fashioned CHUCKLE at this….. It’s been a long quarantine I deserve a lil happiness as a treat methinks!

I have been playing this absolutely insane game since I think 2016? When I first started playing the deep routes had JUST come out I think? And I was just finishing up high school and am now a college grad...lmao

I’ve played all routes at least once except Jaehee but i’ve seen walkthroughs of her route (I’ve heard it makes you hate Jumin and he’s my favorite so um. hehe). V’s and Saeran’s routes I found to be so emotionally intense and just….a lot and I've been waiting a long ass god damn time for this after ending okay…. I would theorize and make up an ending in my head but i’m no writer so it was hard to figure out lol. I’m a Jumin stan mostly but I love everybody and yeah I should probably play that jumin dlc too but I need like a DAY to recover from Saeran’s AE. Enough about me HERE are my thoughts on it overall

Major Saeran AE Spoilers under da cut!

Can we please discuss V showing up to the C+R conference room with basically chloroform and made everybody Pass Out like??? I was alone in my room at like midnight just SCREAMING at my phone???? And the creepy ass CG ???? It’s like that gif of sarah paulson from ahs being like “I put arsenic in the wine….and the pasta”

Anyway I screamed at V a lot during this process!!

Loved RFA being sweet and kind to saeran (before V fucking drugged them…)

This is such common V behavior “I have to do it all myself...there’s no other way..” GIRL SHUT UPPP You do this every route....

SO many CG’s and I enjoy them a lot

Saeran’s sprite looks a little TOO crisp compared to everyone else but maybe its a glitch??? V next to him is in 480p while saeran is like 1080p

Hearing both Saeran and Saeyoung missing the other brother the whole time??? PAIN. All my homies know is PAIN

BOSS and his V for Vendetta ass guy fawkes mask??? I literally yelled “this game is TERRIBLE!!” several times at my phone

Their dad is so>??????? When he was sitting on the couch with saeyoung in that one CG while simultaneously telling him to kill himself?????????? Maybe chairman han is actually the best dad in this game somehow

When V and Rika were like we’re back together teehee teehee okay pack it up bonnie and clyde ..

When chairman han calls u and says hes jealous of u and saeran…..HUH????? I’m calling HR

When they go to the apartment and see boss and vanderwood and poor saeyoung is sitting there seeing his brother for the first time in years i wanted to D word sooooo bad like PAIN...PAIN….

Can we HAVE A DISCUSSION ABOUT JUMIN HAN BEING THE BEST CHARACTER IN THE GAME AND HE LOST EVERYTHING IN THIS AE……. he just took the blame and moved on jumin what the hell….. I love him so much r we serious? He watched his 2 closest friends betray him in the worst way and found out abt how Rika abused Saeyoung and Saeran???? I felt just AWFUL. Terrible ...Terrible….

Rika’s change in demeanor from Saeran's actual route is certainly a Choice. I find her much more bearable this time around and unfortunately i think I was too nice to her and ended up with a bad end LMFAO

I was happy to see Saeran stand up for himself and become stronger and confident. You go king!

The CG of Yoosung laying in Zen’s lap is everything to me…

HOWEVER YUP I sure did get a bad ending and I was so mad fdsafdskfdhsf ! (I would be happy to clarify how I got the good one the second time.) MAKE SURE To SAVE EARLY in days 2 and 3 bc the branches on day 4 is where the bad end will show up. For me it was the first day 4 chat and then a story mode titled “SAVIOR”.... If you see that RUN FOR THE HILLS!!

I was so mad! But I had saved in day 2 and replayed and MANAGED to get good end

I’m obsessed with everyone calling V and Rika “that psychotic couple” like…..its true its true…

No those two are so toxic… V’s route was torture watching them go on and on about the sun like yo can yall just call each other babe like normal people.

I respect straight people but not V and RIka that shit was just wrong… Straight marriage was a mistake

Oh lord i also FULLY Forgot Rika killed the twins’ mother…. Yeah that scene was um Certainly a lot but it needed to happen eventually

Like it’s good they know but damn that storyline is just so bleak

I think it was satisfying TO A DEGREE….To see Rika understand where she was wrong, why she was wrong, fess up and even APOLOGIZE! I was very surprised.

Saeran and Saeyoung are Certainly twins with the amount that those two self sacrifice in every route MY GOD…..

The scene with Jumin talking to his father and the other scene of him praying oh my god I cannot tell you how happy I was to see him begin to understand and address his own feelings in a route that was not his own. My main problem with Jumin’s route has always been the trapping MC in his penthouse aspect.. This way Jumin understands love and emotions without being overly possessive !!! YAY also loved seeing him be on good terms with his dad who was surprisingly profound

That last Story mode was Really a Lot…. and Strange things occurred which I will get into in just a minute

Jumin becoming a politician is so funny but ngl … i see it.

Yoosung going to france to study pastries ok king I see u! (it made more sense to me than the vet thing anyway)

Lastly Zen FURRY ERA

MY BEEF With the AE

I was happy with how they handled it for the most part. I think Cheritz heard our feedback about V’s after ending and was like okay….let’s try something different

HOWEVER

Saeran…. Sweet kind saeran… IS SO AFFECTIONATE HAHA….

He must have said I love you like 300 times…..very mushy gushy flowery language...and maybe that’s just his personality but for me it was like eating cake with buttercream cake. It means well, but god damn is it sugary and going to cause a stomach ache later.

He was just… SO MUCH! SO forward and ON all the time in his affections. I honestly felt kind of smothered and by day 3 and 4 I was sooooo over all the compliments… King you’ve come a very long way, but ur still putting MC on a pedestal and probably need to see a therapist.

Nextly….Rika and V….. Naw that knock out gas really ...that hurt lol. Coming from “I would do anything to protect RFA” V? Idk like…. EYE felt betrayed reading that. It was just hurtful. I can’t even imagine how the members would have felt as they were passing out. It was just so cruel. I suppose I understand why but like?? Just TERRIBLE

Them being in cahoots with the agency and the prime minister..HUH??? Also too much

V just felt so irresponsible like I do understand that he ended up in a weird web of secrets that’s hard to untangle but he’s so fucking stubborn he’s SO stubborn it makes me insane. Like sir… It seems like in other routes he wanted to try to protect Rika and the RFA.. But in this AE it seems more to me that he was like yeah i’m protecting Rika and That’s It… so fucking hurtful to me. Both of y’all apologize ESPECIALLY to the twins and Jumin..

The forgiveness thing…… Okay so I think some people will not like that Saeran decided to “forgive” the people who hurt him (Rika, V, Saejoong, his mother). I would point out that I actually think this was approached somewhat well. He says at one point that he doesn’t think they’re good or bad, just people. I think he sounded mature and like this was the way for him personally to accomplish his healing process. Would I have loved for Saeran to flip V and Rika off and kick Saejoong off a cliff? Yea I really would. But like…. If that’s what HE needs to do to heal then who am I to judge?

HOWEVER…. Everything Eye just said goes out the window when the scenes at the end with Saejoong come up… I was PERPLEXED. Like why did he HUG his deranged father who just kicked the shit out of him??? Also all the chat options that MC has with him r like blah blah you’re like this because no one loves you were so corny to me LMFAOOOO?

AND WHEN HE WAS IN THE ROOM LATER WITH SAERAN… i’m sorry but if that were me I would have called a nurse to deck his ass. Cool he turned himself in YOU SUCK SOOOO BAD AND I NEVER WANT YOU TO COME NEAR SAEYOUNG AND SAERAN AGAIN THANKS.

*scratches ass* I wish I got to see saeyoung and saeran finally sit down and have that first conversation after a long time and hug CG but the ending was fine I GUESS….. I dont care about ROMANCE I want those boys to be happy brothers together

Anyway that was really emotionally exhausting but I fr think I got it out of my system after literal years… And I can rest in peace knowing the choi twins are happy. THATS ALL I WANTED TO KNOW!!!!

#Saeran Choi #Saeran AE #Saeran after ending #Saeran AE spoilers #Mystic messenger #Mysme #Saeran after ending spoilers #mystic messenger spoilers

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rtonart · 4 years

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My thoughts on sally face episode 5

I know I said I would have this out the other day, but this weekend kicked my ass and I needed more time to get all my thoughts out. So here it is, it’s a bit of a doozy just a heads up. I’d like to put a bit of a disclaimer here with this post: I do not want to, nor wish to start fights cause trouble, or invalidate anyone's thoughts or feelings on the newest episode. I just want to get my thoughts and feelings out there. I’d love to have an open discussion with everybody about this series as a whole, and see where most people stand on how you feel about the ending. There seems to be a lot of divide amongst the fans, and I’d like to know why you feel the way you do, some either loved the ending some absolutely hated it and some like myself just kind of felt empty after it was all over. Also, heads up spoilers. Spoiler free version: The ending felt hollow at first, and it still does even now, because of how rushed it all felt leading up to it. Even with the epilogue it just doesn't feel like this story is really over, maybe that's what you were going for, it seems like that to me, I feel like we haven’t seen the last of the Sally face crew. If it is however, then that just sucks, I knew there wasn’t going to be a truly happy ending but it could have ended much better than this. There was so much untapped potential, I hope Steve learns from this and whatever he decides to do next, he takes more time with thinks it through and things go better. You really are very talented Steve, I just think you need to pace yourself next time. Spoiler filled version: So for this section, I’m gonna talk about the things I liked about this game, and the things I didn’t. I’ll also be pointing out all the questions I personally have from this episode, and previous episodes Let’s start off with what I didn’t like, and I’ll end with what I did like here goes. What I didn’t like and questions I have: Let’s get the biggest thing out of the way right now, Steve, you did your characters so dirty especially Maple, Neil, Travis, Larry, and Ash. I’ll put them in their own little sections, and go from there when I get to them for now, here are some of the questions I have in no particular order. What happened with the red ball? I remember in the second episode I believe, Sal was talking to Jim’s disembodied head from the other side, and Jim said “The red ball, don’t forget the red ball” Why was that so important? What would the red ball have done? Why did he need to bring it? And why did you just drop it in episode 5? Why was Maple overtaken by the demon when she was out with her parents the night of the incident? By all accounts she should have been okay, she was even shown in court when Sal was on trial totally fine. What happened between then and now to change her? I wanted to see her join Ash, and Neil and get revenge on the cult for taking her baby, her husband, and her friends away. But you just went and made her go crazy that was super disappointing. How big is this cults reach? Supposedly it’s Travis’ dad who tried to murder Sal as a child, then Diane sheilded him from the gunshot dying in the process. Okay, cool, fine, except that was in Jersey, when Sal was a little kid so like how old is Travis’ dad? Was that really Travis’ dad? Or do all the cult leaders wear that dog mask? And how did their reach spread so far, it seemed like this was only happening in Nockfell. But now you’re saying that they’re so powerful and evil, that they not only single handedly wiped out a majority of a group of people, they’re just going around murdering children by the dozens, and can cover it up completely okay, sure, why not. What happened to all ghosts in Addison apartments? Did they all disappear into the void, like Larry when the tree house was burnt down? I was wanting to see if they come back to help Sal while he was a ghost. What happened to the bodies of the dead that weren't taken away by police IE Dr Enon and Larry. Why when it was all said and done, when Larry vanished Sal was just like, “We’ll maybe, probably, see him again one day who knows.” Everyone in this episode just seemed off to me I can’t stand it. I believe those are most of the questions I have, that I can think of off the top of my head, that seemed like the most important to me. Let’s get onto the characters, I don’t want to make this too long but we’ll see how it goes. Jim Johonson: Jim seemed so cold and distant, and unusually out of character to me personally, like you’re this all knowing, all seeing being. You can see just how much not only Sal, but your wife, and your son have suffered, and all work it took to try and fix things and you just kind of brush it aside and don’t really do much in the grand scheme of things. Ash: Ash got a raw deal, she is living with the guilt of betraying her friend, which at the time she had good reason to. He did murder an entier apartment complex, she was doing so good, and working so hard, up till the point she felt like she failed not only Sal, but herself and her firends. That she decided to off herself right there and then, without a second thought, I mean, it worked out in the end but jesus, it didn’t have to come to that. She could have I don’t know willingly let Sal’s soul into her body so they could fight the cult?

Larry: I’m actually pretty mad with what happened to Larry, like, are you serious? He went on this whole adventure after his second death, and became an all seeing ghost wizard like his dad, and I thought, “Oh cool, he’ll get to live forever now as a spirit just like his dad, nice, now they can-” NOPE. Dead. He did get to help Sal till the battle was over but really? We could have had a whole second section of the game going through his journey. Neil: It hurt to see all the crap he went through, not only did he lose his boyfriend for god knows how long to this cult. But he gets captured and murdered along with Maple trying to save him and stop the cult. When he kept saying, “My Todd” it hurt my heart, I just wanted them to at least be happy if nothing else, him Ash, Todd, Maple, and Travis deserved to at least come out of this together, messed up, but alive and able to move on. Travis: You did Travis so dirty it isn’t even funny, I honestly thought he was going to end up being a bigger part in all this, what with the bathroom scene the partial confession about all his problems to Sal, he was a really interesting character and I wanted to see him overcome at least some of his problems, and be a major part of the gang but that didn’t happen. How long was he apart of the cult? His entier life? Tala Grey: She seemed super interesting at first, and I was into the backstory and the notes about her, and her family, but at the same time this was one of the things that confused me the most. Why add her, and her backstory about her ancestors, this late into the game if you ultimately weren't going to do anything with it? I know that section went on a while, I’m sorry, I didn’t think this was going to go on as much as it did, my gosh. I’m almost done, I promise if you’ve read this far thank you. What I did like: The music is on par with all the tracks from the previous episodes. The various alternate realities, this retroactively means everyone's AUs are cannon, which is always fun I say go ham everybody. The art Steve is getting better and better with each episode I just really like seeing improvement in people it warms my heart. The gameplay it was a bit glitchy at times, but it was fun beating cultist asses. The moment when Sal was in the car with his dad, on the way home with his prosthetic and he says, “I picked pink because it’s mommy’s favorite color, I hope she’ll recognize me with it on.” Made my heart hurt, it was so sweet and sad, I love that sweet boy so much. Baby Larry in that picture with him and his grandma. Old man ghost wizard Larry is my everything now, he’s amazing and I love him. Diane being a good, loving, protective, mom is valid. The claymation world, and rubber hose world were my most favorites and those were great. And finally the line, “Eat my ass, you red eyed bitch.” made me laugh so hard I about peed myself while playing. I liked that they were able to put an end to the cult if nothing else. Episode 5 was a mixed bag for me personally, just taking more time to look back on it, while I did have fun with it, it was simply too much, too soon, too fast, just as things felt they finally got going it had ended and it just felt hollow to me overall. Steve I hope you never stop creating, be it by making music, art, or games. I want you to hear what your fans have to say learn from it. You can do some incredible things and I want to see more from you in the future. If anyone read this far, thank you, and I’d love to hear what you all have to say if anything.

#Sally face #Sally face episode 5 #Sally face spoilers #Spoliers #Sally face episode 5 spoilers

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spookyspaghettisundae · 3 years

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Going Home for the Holidays

Rita hid behind the couch. She dared not peek over the edge or around either of its corners, fearful that she might be seen.

Almost everybody grows up in fear of the dark, using light to keep at bay any things unknown and scary. But the bright overhead lamps and strings of fairy lights on the shelves and even the mellow shine from the Christmas tree did nothing of the sort.

Even night itself had yet to fall, dusk’s twilight shedding a dim blue glow from outside, pouring in through the windows. The living room of her old family home was anything but dark.

None of that helped. For they were here and not a single one of them feared the light.

Worse, the light only made their each and every visage all the more horrifying to behold. Masks covered their faces—masks made of what could only be identified as dried husks of flesh, stitched together like bandages, covering any semblance of a human countenance.

Rita trembled all over. The grandfather clock tick-tocked away, so loud and obnoxious as if to mock her. She prayed without words that they had not seen her hide where she cowered, that they could not hear her. Holding her breath only made her heart race faster.

She hoped their hearing was no better than her own. Because these were no normal vampires.

They did not bite you, nor did they drink your blood. They did not have superhuman strength. They could not fly, nor could they turn into bats. Vampire fiction had gotten it all wrong.

All they did was chase, and talk in familiar voices not their own. Regurgitate words and phrases that sounded almost exactly like the people whose faces they had stolen, with only a mild warble or eerie distortion that gave them away.

When they caught their quarry, they made them wear masks.

Like Rita’s brother, Steven. They had made a mask out of their father’s face, and now Steven wore it. Or whatever Steven was now.

Her whole hometown, the entirety of Greenwick—everybody had been turned. Everybody she ran into on her mad dash through town, everybody had been wearing these hideous skin-masks. Every one of them gave chase.

Whenever Rita lost one, others spotted her, or heard her, and ran after her in pursuit.

Her lungs now burnt with the fire of exhaustion. The house of her family where she had grown up in had been her last resort. She had hoped to find safety here, to warn her family, to escape Greenwick with them. But she was too late.

Vampire Steven, wearing her father’s face, now stalked through their childhood home, hunting for her.

Something fell, something that sounded like plastic slapping on a hardwood floor. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to not breathe loudly. Part of Rita wanted to peer around a corner—needed to. If she saw him first and knew which way to flee, then she would have better chances at outrunning him.

Worst case scenario, more of them were converging on the house. Right now. Hunting her. A blanket of beautiful snow had covered the entire town, and her tracks would lead them all right here. Even as night fell quickly outside, all the Christmas lights adorning this suburban winter wonderland would clearly outline her footprints crisscrossing through the village. Right back here.

Just a matter of time. Time she wasted in hiding. Behind a crummy couch.

That realization finally sank in, steeled by an instinctual drive to survive. She had to escape and she had to make a move—now. Complacency would get her turned into one of them and she did not want to find out what that meant.

Shaking like a leaf, she crawled to the end of the couch and looked around its side.

Vampire Steven sat atop the bookshelves, amidst the fairy lights, perched there in a grotesque pose of a human mimicking a predatory bird.

The awful mask hid his natural facial features. The layers of frayed and sewn-together human skin strips left only hollow dark spots where his eyes should be, through which he could see. And she could feel his stare, meeting her gaze and burning a hole into her very soul.

He tilted his head. He had been waiting there. He had known she was there, all this time.

Rita scrambled to her feet and stumbled up into standing, staggering as she broke out into running from behind the couch. The loud thud behind her heralded Steven leaping down and chasing her right out of the living room. Her awkward lurching start robbed her of any much-needed momentum and he grabbed her by her arm.

“You know how expensive that tablecloth is?” he asked—but in dad’s angry voice, repeating a traumatic line she had long forgotten from decades ago.

Heart pounding like a drum, she kicked and screamed and flailed about. A fist connected here, a kick there. Multiple times, hitting things both soft and hard. Fleshy patches, spots that hurt where bone struck upon bone. His grip tightened, another one of his hands groped at her shoulder but slipped away in the struggle.

“Why the hell are you late? Answer me,” said her dad through the vampire mask. Repeating that caused her blood to curdle as he screamed, “Answer me!”

Rita began crying, sobbing, and Vampire Steven grunted. The next moment her eyes were open, she had clawed him in the face and he let go, clutching his horrid man-mask, burying its front in both hands.

She had no sympathy for him—for it. Deep down, she knew: this was not Steven. This was not her father. This was a thing. This was them.

She ran, knocking over a chair and slamming a door shut behind her. She almost gasped in relief when she saw a set of car keys on the counter. She snatched them while dashing and exited through the next door, hearing thundering footsteps nearing until someone ripped the kitchen door open through which she had entered.

“Bacon’s great, but bacon alone is hardly breakfast, honey,” said her mother’s voice, albeit distorted. The words came from Vampire Steven again.

He lunged at Rita, swiping at air instead of connecting.

She grunted and stifled a scream as she pushed over the heavy metal shelves in the garage. A cacophony of metal screws rattling out and a toolbox clattering to the ground and plastic boxes exploding and spilling everywhere erupted, the contents of those shelves all tumbling down and barricading the door to the garage.

The pounding of Vampire Steven’s fist as it hammered against the door sang with murderous rage. Rita whimpered as she backed away from it, growing certain that it would hold for now.

He stopped punching the door in futility and retreated, likely to find another way to get to her, but she wasted no time and fumbled with the keys, unlocking the car, sliding into the driver’s seat, and firing up the engine.

Little lights on the dashboard flared up, a soft and repetitive dinging sound nagged her to put on her seatbelts, and the quiet engine all drowned in the bedlam of the car smashing through the garage door, splintered planks of wood raining down on and around the vehicle as she backed down the driveway.

The car skidded, the inch of snow on the ground reducing its traction. She pulled the hand brakes and ripped the wheel around, causing the car to slide and spin around in violent motion, surprising Rita with how effective the unintentional maneuver ended up being. The car was now facing down the drive, ready to roll out into the streets of Greenwick, and she could escape this doomed town.

Switching her headlights on, the cones of bright illumination sliced through the darkness of night that had fully fallen. They exposed the many people from around town, all standing in the road, all staring at her with hatred, or hunger, or some combination of both.

All of them wearing those God-awful masks. Even outside of the cones of light shed by the car, the Christmas lights on the lawns and houses of neighboring properties drew clear and ghastly silhouettes of the horde of these vampires, standing in wait for her.

The tires spun out of control when she stepped on the gas and the car lurched forward but the mass of vampires engulfed the vehicle. Some of them must have gotten hurt and knocked around, but they were too many. A living sea of bodies that brought the car to a halt before it ever really started.

Hands and fists thumped against its body and windows with fury, a staccato of menacing thunder erupting all around Rita. The car’s wheels found purchase and propelled it forth another few feet, but the mass of vampires held the car in place.

And voices of people she had known from growing up in Greenwick, they reached her through the windows, muffled, sounding bizarre in how out of place their words seemed now.

“I tried my hand at professionally raising and selling koi carp for a while, but I got back into working at the hardware store after two years of that,” said a garbled Jacob from down the street.

“Both of these toasters look pretty good. Help me decide,” said Gina.

“Eh, I wouldn’t rely on those maps. Just use your phone,” mumbled Mister Ferrer.

The voices blended together and the shock and adrenaline and the pounding of Rita’s heart and the rushing of blood in her ears and the panic all blended together into one toxic soup, clouding her every thought. The darkness encroached from the edges of her vision, the chaos and noise blotted out her hearing, or her sensory faculties just all began shutting down, all at once.

She remembered the nightmare from the night before. The blur of the day, waking up early and slapping the alarm clock beside her bed, silencing that annoying beeping noise when it went off—and tearing her out of that nightmare.

Packing her bags for the long drive from the city to Greenwick. The weird thing about that dream was how she had been someone else—a woman named Caroline. Everything else looked and seemed and felt like her own life, but she was this Caroline instead. On her way home for the holidays to get together with her family. All the same, but something was slightly off about it.

And before that alarm clock went off and saved her from the end of the dream, the sky ripped open in it. The void between the stars of a night over the same idyllic town of Greenwick, it just parted and the hungry maw of something greater began to feast on the ripe fruit that was this town. Something colossal, monolithic, and awful. Something that wore the heavens like a mask. An entity by the unspeakable name of Yoz'odrhaxz.

The ringing in her ears grounded her, the thumping of hands against the car which she still sat inside of, locked in, with the vehicle bobbing wildly in every direction due to the vampires in the hideous masks shaking it. The dream was gone. Reality mercilessly caught up to her.

It dawned on her that thinking of last night’s nightmare was her last form of escape. Her final feeble attempt at thinking her way out of this predicament. Her last hope that none of this—none of these vampires, none of this hopelessness—that none of it was real.

But the shaking of the car was real. The horde of aggressors, separated from her only by thin sheets of safety glass, plastic, and metal; protected only by pathetic synthetic things that bent and groaned and threatened to break any second now.

And that panic, seeping into her bones.

The first window cracked, then a fist punched it in and hands started grabbing her. Rather than fighting back anymore, the shock had fully seized her. Just like the hands that grasped and clutched and pulled, the cold embrace of wintry air engulfed her as she was tossed onto the wet ground, slipping and sliding on a slick of trampled-down snow.

Before she could turn around onto her back of her own volition, vampiric hands had pushed and pulled and thrown her into that prone position. And Jacob, her childhood friend and long-time crush, held out one of those hideous masks. In a way that she saw it from the inside.

The stitched-together strips of flesh shuddered, either in a gust of wind, or because they were alive somehow.

He lowered it down onto her with slowness and precision until the last inch in which it just slapped onto her face like a piece of raw chicken. All the air got sucked out as it nestled snugly against her skin, like a suction cup grabbing hold of the flesh.

She did not black out. She did not wake up.

Rita was one of them now.

Only one objective remained in the wasteland of her quickly eroding mind, standing atop a mountain of bleached bones and rubble, looking out from the mountain of broken thoughts and surveying her surroundings with a laser focus.

The violence ceased abruptly. They helped her up, getting her back up onto her feet.

They had more people to turn. Had to make more. Make them more like them. Once they had gathered enough, the feast would begin.

Yoz'odrhaxz demanded it.

The sky waited.

Caroline awoke.

—Submitted by Wratts

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years

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Poly Wanna? Ch. 7

This is probably my messiest chapter YET. We get some action too, and some pain and even some violence, so TW for that. I didn’t put a warning on the ffnet post, but I think most of the readers read this here anyway and only my two muffins read on that end. They know who they are. At any rate, prepare to drama to the fullest reality TV style extent.

Lemme know if I need to take you off the tag. Idk who’s actually reading because I’ve only heard from a couple of people, so idk if y’all still interested.

@adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @ciara-knightly @cactus-con @up-the-tube @riebellion @itsyaapollochild@oof–musicals @lesbian-so-what @woahjusttakeiteasy-man @meadowstryingtobepretty @imma-sensitive-btch @okaygal21 @midernacht @divinereign4ever @xoxoemille

The Unspoken Stories

“You know how sometimes, people say things like ‘I had a feeling about this’ or ‘I simply just knew,” or anything else to indicate that they possessed some intuition about things? I often wonder where that comes from? Is it like Charlotte says - the universe, energy, spirit, etc or whatever, or is it something inside of you that just tells you, like a superpower? I don’t tend to have a lot of intuition about many things. I tend to try to assess what I see, but I’m usually battling with multiple questions about exactly what that is. I don’t have any intuition that I know of, so the feeling that I’ve been getting around Char and Jasp… I think it’s probably wishful thinking, but they’re warming up to me.”

Jasper decided that a good place to maybe talk out some of Charlotte’s tension, as it related to Henry and the other two girls was to have them air it out at the spa. Henry and Charlotte both thought that was a terrible idea, but he raised a good point, “Would it be better at a fancy restaurant, at dinner, where drinks might be thrown? Or at one of our homes, where possessions might be damaged? At least if things go poorly, everyone can go to a different room and get some stress relief treatment.”

“Why are your expectations filled with violence?” Charlotte wondered, knowing that he probably was lowkey accusing her of possibly whipping somebody’s ass.

She wasn’t violent, so much as she had been more likely to fight since her breakup with Henry. That was the first time she struck someone in anger, and it felt good at the moment, but definitely bad afterwards. Even if she hadn’t hurt her wrist, she hurt her pride. She let him make her so mad that she resorted to putting her hands on someone. She didn’t like that about herself. And, it made it easier for her to be willing to put her hands on others, since then. Boxing helped, though. Punching a bag instead of punching people, whether or not they deserved it, kept her from punching her dad right in the chin any time that she saw him.

“Because, I’ve had to pull my girlfriend backstage for fighting customers,” Jasper answered simply.

“Wasn’t a fight. He grabbed me and I defended myself.”

“You broke a glass over his head. I’ve DROPPED those glasses, numerous times. Do you know the level of not with the shits you have to be to break one of those on a human being?” Jasper wondered.

“He had a thick skull,” she said and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not violent. I’m defensive. There’s a difference. Whenever I punched at Henry, it was a reflex to him grabbing me when I was trying to leave and was already pissed. I’ve only ever hit men who made me feel threatened or violated my space. They might rule this world, but I’m not a part of any man’s inheritance.”

Charlotte had a WHOLE regimen planned for the day. She had checked on the prices and made a checklist of what she was having done and they had decided that their chat could be held in the steam room. She and Jasper rode together, of course. He had his hair pulled up into a tiny bun that she kept snapping photos of and K(her)SL. Along with the stubble on his face, he looked so “Daddy,” and she lived for it, but that bun was SENDING her.

The owner of the spa (the one with the history with Henry that he never quite acknowledged) made sure to be there herself to make sure that the group was treated fairly. Charlotte hoped to see some juicy backlash, but Henry was already there when she and Jasper came in, sweet-talking her. There were flowers there and a handwritten card. She was guessing that he apologized… She stopped Jasper and asked, “Is that Henry’s handwriting?” in a quiet voice.

“Girl, no. Henry has a pensman.”

“That’s not a real word.”

“Penman?”

“Somebody writes letters for Henry?”

“Whenever he wants to suck up extra hard. The dyslexia, you know, makes letters from him more heartfelt?”

“But, if he didn’t WRITE it himself, how is it heartfelt?”

“She doesn’t know he didn’t write it.” Charlotte started to put him on blast, but they needed to have the big conversation and she could always clarify with homegirl, later. There was no way that she was gonna just let that woman be played out by this boy again.

Henry smiled at Charlotte and Jasper as they approached. “Look who it is! My favorite people!” He cheered and went to hug them. “Got you some flowers,” he said and handed each of them a yellow rose.

Jasper forced a smile, but looked sad. Charlotte definitely noticed and wondered, “What’s wrong?” She was on the alert and ready to defend him, if need be. He gave her a kiss on the temple and whispered that he’d rather not get into it. “So, whenever Henry and I were… involved, if he did something mean or hurt me, he’d always apologize with yellow roses. He said yellow roses were for apologies to your friend, and since I’m his best friend, he never wanted to let any kinda problems go unchecked or any kind of hurt he caused me to go without apology… When I went to the hospital, he didn’t even come to see me, but he sent me six dozen yellow roses and I honestly thought that I’d never get another from him. I had a lot of feelings when he handed me a single…”*Starts crying and gets up.*

The spa owner got a whole bouquet of various apology flowers, but since they were having a spa day, Henry felt like single yellow roses were the way to go for his company. He knew that Jasper would get it, if nobody else did. Jasper seemed pretty emotional about it. Henry didn’t have the intuition to know whether it was good or bad. Charlotte had the intuition to know that it was a mixture of both, but she didn’t know the context and that irritated her.

Chloe and Bianca showed up, holding hands and laughing together. Chloe had on some open toe shoes and Charlotte looked down and asked, “Getting something done with those feet today?”

Chloe smiled awkwardly and laughed a little, “Should I?”

“It’s up to you,” Charlotte said, then unintentionally, but intentionally looked right at the camera as she tried to stifle a smile. “My mother used to tell me that I had to remember to moisturize so that I wouldn’t be ashy. I didn’t realize that Chloe needed to moisturize too.”

Bianca said, “Oh, we should TOTALLY get our feet done!”

“I saw a foot mask made especially for crack repairs,” Charlotte suggested. Henry tried really hard to not laugh, realizing that even though her voice was very sweet, that was most likely shade. Chloe’s feet were looking kinda worn.

“Charlotte must have some kind of foot fetish or something. She was REALLY centered on my feet! What people don’t know is that I’m an athlete. I’ve been on multiple reality show challenges and have even won some seasons. So, yes, my feet are a little less feminine than the girl who can’t decide if she’s a singer or a scientist. I’ve actually gotta get out there and grind.”

“Would you like a naked steam room?” The owner asked. Henry looked around at his company. Bianca and Chloe looked down for it. Jasper didn’t seem to care (or maybe he didn’t hear. He was staring at his rose). Whenever Henry made eye contact with Charlotte, she had a raised eyebrow DARING him to say yes.

“I think we’ll be good in one with clothes?” He said, still looking at Charlotte to see if her face changed. She relaxed a little.

“Robe sizes needed?”

Charlotte snuggled up to Jasper and wondered, “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” He looked up at her and smiled. She was a happy part of life. He didn’t need to dwell on the dark parts. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am now, versus how it could have been, how it used to be.”

She nodded, “Well, you won’t be able to bring that into the steam room. You wanna put it in a locker and I can maybe preserve the petals for you when we get home?”

“No,” he said and tossed it into the trash. “I don’t need to hang on to any of that.”

She didn’t know what any of that meant, but she wrapped her arm around him from the side and leaned up to make him bend down for a kiss. “Jasper threw my rose away. I didn’t know if that meant that he didn’t accept my apology or if it meant that there was nothing to be forgiven, but it hurt to see. But, Charlotte, she kissed hers and she put it away safely. I know that she’s probably gonna save the petals, like she used to… or I hope. I don’t have intuition, like I said. I’m guessing, here.”

Charlotte kept her spa shoes on her feet, grateful to have them. Who knew what those roach stompers Chloe had might bring into the room with them? Jasper was sweating before they even got into the room. He and Charlotte sat next to each other, Bianca and Chloe sat across from them and Henry tried to figure out where he might be best seated… He decided across from Charlotte and Jasper, since they were what was really important to him and he wanted to look them in the eyes as they did… whatever would be done here today.

“Okay, so, thank you everybody for coming here today. I don’t want to ruin this place for you, so I sucked it up and apologized to the owner, even though most of that was all in her head. I just want everything out, like I told Jasper. I want to deal with it head on and show everyone that I have changed and I want to introduce you to who I am now. I want you to get to know me, today, as I am… But, I also understand that might not be possible without addressing the shit that I’ve done in the past, to everybody here, really. If anybody has any questions or comments, I am open for them.”

Charlotte looked at Jasper, “You wanna talk to him about something between the two of you?” Maybe, Jasper might open up now that they were having this time together. She knew that he wasn’t okay and all she wanted was for him to be better. This whole thing was more of Henry’s idea, she gathered, to curb his guilt, but if Jasper could benefit from it; she wanted that more than anything she wanted for herself. She must really love that dude, she realized.

Jasper cleared his throat and said, “I’m not that concerned with our past. It ended very miserably for me and I didn’t come here, today, or agree to the show to rehash any of that or relive it. But, I’ve been rehashing and reliving things, and you’ve seemed fine. If I want to know anything, it’s about right now. Right now, what is it that you want, Henry? Why are we all here?”

He said in a very low and soft voice, “I just want you two to love me again.”

Jasper noticeably, immediately went soft and nodded his head. The answer was good enough for him. “What I think a lot of people don’t understand is that no matter WHAT happened between Henry and I, no matter how he hurt me or how I processed it; we were best friends for most of my life. My dad and his mom used to be super close and we were brought together before either of us were conscious about our surroundings.” *Tears up* “We were… soul mates. However you consider that to be. We were connected at the soul, like one person, for a huge portion of my life - my entire fucked up childhood, there was nobody that treated me better than Henry, and why wouldn’t I forgive him for mistakes that were made when we were young and he was already hurting? Nobody gets to control how I choose to respond with him reaching out and asking for my forgiveness. Maybe that’s stupid. Maybe it’s foolish, but how do you hate a part of yourself forever? Even the less shiny parts, you have to figure out a way to live with, and Henry has been a super shiny part and a super dark part of ME. Not just my life, but a part of me. I’ve carried him in my heart since before I knew what love was. Of course I could love him again. I do love him. I never stopped. I never would stop.”

Charlotte wasn’t as moved in the same direction as Jasper, and to be honest, in hindsight, they probably should have had separate conversations, because seeing Jasper just forgive him in his heart, while he might not have actually said it out loud… that made her heart harder. He noticed the darkening of her features as she glared in Henry’s direction and took her hand and kissed it, trying to smooth her over. Because him loving Henry didn’t take anything away from him loving her. He loved both of them for different reasons, in different ways and he never wanted to be apart from her, no matter what kind of love he had for anyone else. “What did you do to him, Henry? What would make this big hearted, kind spirited person who has always taken mistreatment from loved ones with a grain of salt… What would make him turn against you? I do some things that I’m not proud of to Jasper every single day and he still loves me. We watched his parents not give even pinches of fucks about him all throughout school, and he still loved them. We saw him idolize our boss, who wasn’t really that fond of him for many years, and he loved him… So my suspicious self, my smart self, I have to always wonder what in the world that you did to somebody that I LOVE, with most of my heart to make him not love you?”

“I didn’t stop loving him,” Jasper injected. She gently pulled her hand away. “I only say that to say… The things that you’re saying right now, they’re very triggering and just stirring things up and it's not really like that, so please…”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and nodded at him, empathetically. He took a deep breath and leaned back. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay, Babe.”

“Please, don’t do that. I hurt you and I don’t want you to just brush it off, like it didn’t happen. Everyone needs to be held accountable for what they do.”

“Every time somebody hurts someone, it isn’t necessarily on purpose. I think that intent matters,” Jasper said. “I love you, too. I don’t care if you hurt me, because I know that wasn’t your intent.”

“But, you’re still hurt.”

“And you feel remorse for that. Don’t beat yourself up.” He hugged her. She was soft, but she was still wondering, “Seriously, what did he do to my man to have him in the bad way that I’ve heard he was in after they broke up?”

Charlotte heard one of the other two girls mumble something and her head snapped in their direction so fast that they both startled. “Did you have something to add? To help out? He didn’t say anything about wanting your love, so what’s the tea? Why are YOU TWO here? Oh, yeah, to discuss your part in all the bullshit.”

Bianca cleared her throat and said, “I was simply saying that you two are so good together that I don’t know why you even care about what Henry wants, at this point.”

“I thought that me and Henry were good together at some point too, but you didn’t right? And that’s fine, you’re entitled to feel how you feel and do what you do. You’re grown, you were grown at the time, and you weren’t involved with me, so I never came at you or confronted you or anything like that. But you, both of you, came over to our place, smiled in my face, played nice with me, and both of you weren’t about shit, behind my back.”

Bianca scoffed a chuckle and said, “Well, we were all pretty young when all of that happened. I had recently learned that you were the one who initially suggested that Henry ask me out, and Chloe felt some kind of way about it…”

Chloe threw in, “Henry and I hadn’t officially broken up, but you were pretty accepting of another girl being brought into his life, back then.”

“GIRL! You are really here, sitting here telling me that the reason you were disrupting my love life was because of something that happened when we were in school?” Charlotte cackled, but there was a terrifying anger in it. “BITCH. PLEASE.”

“Well, today, it’s like 6 or 7 years since that happened and you’re still mad. For me, at the time, it had been maybe about the same amount of time, I was younger, and I thought that Henry had just moved on because of distance, when really, he moved on because you pressured him to move on. I wasn’t even mad that I had lost Henry, but when I found out, I was hurt about it, so I wasn’t that concerned about your relationship, just as you hadn’t been concerned about mine. We’re ALL older and wiser now and I’ve moved on.”

“You’ve moved on because you didn’t have something important taken from you. You had the chance to go be on TV or be with Henry and like any kid would, you went with TV. Henry had a crush on Bianca and I, as a friend, supported that. When you left, in my head, that was that. What you did to me, we were grown and Henry and I were in a REAL relationship. And to this day, I’ve never come at you about it or anything. So, for me to be trying to console Jasper, who was SUPPOSED to be your friend and for you two to be having a little side conversation, ah kee keeing and shit… Man, fuck y’all. Y’all are so fake. To this day. You’re both some fakes and Jasper deserves better friends.” Charlotte was fuming.

Henry finally spoke up and said, “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have been airing out things to Bianca, but when that started, you and I were having some issues and I couldn’t talk to Jasper or any of our mutual friends about it, and I didn’t really have a lot of alternatives.”

“So, fuck me?” Charlotte asked and laughed sarcastically.

“At the time, I was worried that talking to you about it wouldn’t be received properly. So, I started talkin’ to Bianca, and a few things came out - that weren’t necessarily secrets, but stuff we had never talked about. I was actually speaking pretty generally about it all when I told her that you were the one that encouraged me to ask her out, and she told me that she’d kissed Kid Danger when we were together and I told her that wasn’t important anymore and we just were chilling and laughing and connecting. I didn’t expect it to turn emotional. I didn’t expect her to talk to Chloe about what she’d learned. Whenever Chloe asked me about it, I very nonchalantly told her the truth and it was years before, so like you said, we were kids, I didn’t think anything of it. But, I didn’t know that she felt hurt to find that out. Sometimes, we hold on to things that happen, not specifically because of that event or the person involved, but because of other things in our makeup.”

“Okay, but if she was still feeling a way, she could have said, ‘Hey Charlotte, I know this was a long time ago, but it’s fresh to me, because I just found out that you openly supported my first boyfriend moving on while I was away for a little while, and I’m having trouble feeling okay about that.’ We could’ve discussed it. Not… started a group chat with the two of you to fish for information about our problems and then deliberately try to drag me.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Chloe said.

“I read the entire thread. It took me hours, because it was months of inappropriate things. You started it off with a little disparaging joke about how you three could be the Charlotte is the Blame Club. Bianca had told you about my “prude problems,” and you wanted to let Hen know that you two were there for him, if he needed to blow off any steam. “Emphasis on blow, lol.”

Chloe was speechless. She didn’t even remember most of that chat, but apparently it had mattered to Charlotte.

Bianca said, “I promise, it was completely innocent, in the beginning. We thought it was kinda funny that you two dated so long and you didn’t do certain things for him.”

“It's nobody’s business what hangups that I have, but since everybody’s business is out right now, I will say this, I wasn’t able to slut around when I was young. My mother tried to be supportive of me being sexually aware, but long story short, she was very sexually wholesome and I didn’t do anything with anybody until Henry. So, yes, it took me a while to get into the habit of things. This boy didn’t even wash his legs whenever we got together, so no, as a science minded person who understands how germs

work and shit, I didn’t wanna be doing a lot of risky stuff with him. And whenever I WOULD do something, I had to be sure everything was clean and clear and ready. Henry was the one who didn’t feel like “going through all of that for a BJ.’ Okay. That was his choice, just like it was my choice to not get ball sweat or ball hair anywhere near my face and mouth area! Maybe you’re fine with musty nuts in yours. I wasn’t. And that was MY. BUSINESS. With MY. BOYFRIEND. But, it's not your fault that he told you that. It WAS your fault that you shared it with Chloe, because if he wanted to share our business, okay, but why did you feel like you could share it?”

“Because I didn’t give a damn, Charlotte!” Bianca snapped. “I’m sorry that early college years, I didn’t care about privacy or things like that. It sounded like a scandal and it was humorous to me. I didn’t know that it would become what it became, which, even right now, wasn’t anything very important to me. It was a part of my life as a young adult. I’m sorry that it affected you like it did. I truly am. You seem like you were very kind to Henry and I feel like what we did made you less kind. I’m sorry that I helped you become this bitter person…”

“BITCH…” *Camera shakes and moves around through a lot of shuffling and winds up on Charlotte, getting tackled by the security* “This bitch got me injured. Couldn’t even angrily speak my mind without being seen as a threat.”

Jasper was pulling on the guard, “Get the fuck off of her! She didn’t DO anything!” Charlotte was screaming, in pain and Henry was signaling to cut the camera. The camera didn’t stop. They might need the footage. Chloe and Bianca had rushed to the other side of the sauna and Henry and Jasper were both fussing with the guard. “You get the fuck out, You’re fired. Hell no! You don’t get to grab her like that, are you serious?”

“What is happening?” the owner of the spa asked from the doorway.

The guard said, “She was about to attack, and that’s where I have to step in. It’s my job.”

“SHE STOOD UP AND WALKED TOWARDS HER!” Henry yelled, at the same time Jasper yelled, “SHE DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH HER!” They were both yelling about how Charlotte sometimes gets in your face, but she wasn’t violent and threatening to press charges and insisting that he left immediately before he got his ass kicked. They heard Charlotte groaning and went to check on her.

“I’m pretty sure he bruised my ribs,” she said crying. “Whenever the guard tackled Charlotte, everything happened so fast that I froze for a moment. But, when I snapped to… This motherfucker, a big grown man, had slammed my girlfriend onto a hard tile floor, crushing her and pinning her down in the process, and… I have never been more pissed in my entire goddamned life.”

“Whenever the person I hired tackled Charlotte for essentially standing up while angry, I felt responsible for that. She was hurt. It wasn’t as serious as it could’ve been, but he’s got size on her and the situation - you see a tiny woman, in a bathrobe, in a steam room approaching another woman, you can easily step in front of her and maybe ask her to step back. Tackling her was so unnecessary and infuriating.”

“I was in so much pain. I hit my tailbone on that tile, and my elbow. I bumped my head when I reflexively tried to get away and he slammed me back down telling me to hold still. If they show that footage, you’ll probably see my entire puss. He had me straddled, restrained and bruised me up pretty bad, including how hard he pinned me down. I looked like somebody beat the hell out of me and I felt like it. Because I dared to walk in a white girl’s direction while Black and pissed.” *Sighs hard and shakes her head.

Charlotte was hurt enough that she just wanted medical attention and didn’t care how that happened. Henry and Jasper took her to the ER and once she was treated, Henry insisted that she stay at the brownstone to recover. It had more room, and was more luxurious and she accepted. She was going to be resting and taking meds. Jasper collected her stuff from home to bring over. “You wanna stay? I have much more room than I need, or even two people,” Henry said.

“No. I’ll let you two try to work some things out while she heals. Maybe it can be a double healing. If she asks me to come to stay, then I’ll take you up on the offer. I think she’s just trying to process the attack by herself and I’m glad that you’re providing a safe space for her to do that.”

Henry nodded. “I can’t believe that happened.”

“I can’t believe that we didn’t kill him,” Jasper said. “But, then I’d be in prison and she’d still be injured.”

“Yeah, I might pay him a visit in the suit later. Asshole.”

Jasper nodded. “Well… I’ll have my phone right by me and on the loudest setting if she needs me. Take care of my bae.”

“I’ll take care of her like she’s mine.”

“Not… That much,” Jasper said and partially smiled.

“We didn’t really finish the conversation…”

“We did. Sorry it didn’t happen how you hoped, but… I think she at least feels a little more trusting now. She’s staying here, isn’t she? Just… work with what you’ve got. I’d love for the two of you to patch things up. I miss the three of us.” Jasper and Henry hugged and Jasper left.

Henry peeked in on Charlotte. She was passed out, asleep and medicated. Jasper had set her things in certain places that Henry was sure were how she must’ve liked them. Jasper was really good at stuff like that. “Sweet dreams, Char,” he softly told her.

“Night,” she said, mostly in her sleep.

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Come rant with me about Endgame

So.......... I saw Endgame yesterday and I have some opinions, feelings and thoughts... Also a story about me being an idiot after trying to get home from the cinema but I’ll leave that for a bit later. Anyone who wants to talk about Endgame feel free to hit me up about it ‘cause I got nobody to talk about it with rn.

I’ll talk about the characters a bit more and afterwards, I’ll talk about plot stuff.

So... Thor

I have seen people complaining about what they did to him in this movie. I personally did not expect them to take this route with him but I wouldn’t really say it was completely out of character for him. He lost a lot. And there is no real threat, nothing to really protect for him anymore apart from his people who he feels like he failed. He feels like he failed everyone and at everything and I can understand that feeling veeeery well. And it was nice seeing them actually stick to his new figure and not giving him a stupid montage how he got fit again. No! He was worthy no matter what because it’s what's inside that matters. His hair, beard and glowing eyes 10/10 Kinda sad and mad there was no talking about Loki though... Felt like he should have brought him up somewhere in there. I’m super excited for him to join the Guardians. It’s gonna be a riiide.

Now we can move on to Natasha and Clint

Let me just tell you... The second they started talking about having teams and going for the stones I was like “But Vormir? Who the fuck is going to go to VoRmIr to get the fucking soul stone?! WHOOO?!!!!” and I kind of expected it to be Natasha and Clint. And I kind of expected Natasha to be the one who sacrifices herself because Clint has a family + after seeing what she did for those 5 years it made sense for her character to be the one who sacrifices herself. I did not cry at this death I guess because I suspected it but I was VERY sad. I’m a little disappointed that they didn’t do something similar for Natasha as they did for.... y’know... our boi. I guess the reason I didn’t actually cry could be that when she was lying down there I think she was in the exact same position as Gamora and there has been talk about it that it could mean something (you can watch the SuperCarlinBrothers Endgame review they talk about it a bit) but when I saw her there... It looked just weird man. Like logically she probably would not fall and be in the same position AS Gamora and I got the picture of Gamora just lying down there literally burned in my memory since I’ve seen it like billion times over the past year. The CGI on it was just... It looked weird okay? Otherwise, I was super happy about seeing Clint again. I missed him as much as I will miss Natasha. She did good and she will forever be remembered ❤️ 🧡 💛

Ant-Man a.k.a. my boy Scott Lang

He peaked in this movie. Truly. I had such a good time watching him do stupid shit, be funny but also serious. He’s just always so much fun. Loved him a lot. I was a little confused when Cassie was all grown up I thought it was her mom who was at the door first but then Scott was like “Cassie?” and I was like “OH SHIIIIIIT THAT’S THE KIIIID!”

Bruce... honey...

Don’t have much to say about my boy Bruce. Cool seeing professor Hulk. I really liked the scene where they were trying to figure out time travel. I could relate to him just not knowing what he was doing but doing it anyways ‘cause... same. Also, thank you for doing the snap. Good job.

America’s ass Steve Rogers, Cap, whatever you want to call him

Soooooo... I’ve seen theories of his ending actually like.. before this movie came out. I’ve discussed him time traveling to be with Peggy with my cousin and we both agreed it would have been the best ending and that we would really want it for him. BUT when we discussed it we hit this big thing that would kind of not make sense for his character. BUCKY! He would never leave him be tortured for years and years on if he knew Bucky was alive and that he could actually do something about it. He would want to do something about HYDRA in S.H.I.E.L.D. as well! It’s not like him to just stand around and do nothing. He said it himself that he could not possibly do that. Like many people on the internet, I’m just... Not happy about this thing. Also, did they talk about it beforehand? Did Steve offer Bucky to go with him? Did Bucky say no? If they explain it in the future (they better) I hope that they mention Steve going for Bucky who was still being tortured WHEN he was with Peggy in the past. I hope that we will get Bucky’s and Steve’s talk after he finished talking to Sam. We could potentially get all these answers in the Falcon & Winter Soldier Disney+ show. I hope we do because if we don’t I’m gonna be hella mad. I wanted to shed some more good tears about Steve and Bucky but they didn’t talk... I’m not bitter. Trust me. Not. At. All. (they could have maaaybe cut the scene of them talking because: time) Steve picking up Mjölnir was some good shit. I knew it was him the moment that hammer moved a bit. I got the flashbacks to Age of Ultron and I was like “Is he gonna..... Is it.... It’s..... YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!! IT’S FUCKING CAP!!!” That was truly some good shit we got right there. Also, I was kind of bitter that Steve and Tony never really talked over Civil War. Hail Hydra scene? Perfection. YeAh I know- scene? Perfection. That is America’s ass scene? Perfection. Overall Steve had some great scenes. I just missed the Bucky in them. No real reuniting between them either... I just don’t know man. I wanted more from that. Bucky played a huge part in all three CA movies (one was literally named after him say what) and we didn’t get... anything.

Nebula and Rocket

I was very pleasantly surprised by both of these characters. I hope they’re gonna be a bit closer now that they spent 5 years with each other. Everybody say thank you Mr. Rocket for actually following the plan and getting the stupid fucking stone we needed. Nebula kind of fucked up everything even though it wasn’t her fault. But when she literally killed her old self? I felt that. That was powerful shit. Also loved her and Tony a lot. She’s a great addition to the Guardians.

Gamora

Sweet summer child. Obviously, they set up a plot for Guardians 3 with Quill trying to find her at the end of Endgame.

Carol Damnvers Danvers, Cap Marvel, my lesbian hero

Underused. But I get why. She is truly OP. Her haircut? Thank you Marvel gods? Her meeting Peter? I’ve never related more to Peter in my life because I too would be crawling in dirt and curled up on the ground if I got to meet this queen. AND THEN THE SCENE? THE SCENE WHERE ALL THE MARVEL WOMEN FUCKING STAND UP AND GO AGAINST THANOS?! I felt that. It was really funny seeing Peter get surrounded by all of them. He is protected by the lesbian queens. Also her fucking up Thanos? Good shit. Little sad her and Fury got zero scenes in there.

Wanda motherfucking Maximoff

Another OP women. Loved her to pieces. Seeing her almost rip Thanos apart was truly inspiring. Fucking legend. Get that revenge for your toaster girl.

Falcon

I don’t have much to say about him because there was not much of Sam in Endgame. Loved the “On your left” thing. Great call back to WS. But I wanted to tell you guys something that happened in the cinema that I saw coming. There was this group of boys around 17-19 years old sitting right behind me and when Cap was giving Sam the shield and basically making him the next Captain America.. I think ya’ll know where this is going. These fucking dudes had the audacity to scoff and out loud talk about it like “A black dude is gonna be Captain America? The fuck?” I was trying not to sob in my seat because EMOTIONS and I felt the fucking rage that went through my veins at that moment. I can’t believe people still do this shit. Why, why, why the fuck do you think that it’s not okay? I wish I could go back to that moment and just throw my water bottle in their faces. Assholes. It really ruined the moment for me and I’ll never forget the fucking disgust I felt when I heard that coming out of their mouths. Really wish I told them something but the state I was at... I was just not in the shape for calling them out on their bullshit.

Um.... I feel like it’s time we address the elephant in the room. THEM.

Dad Tony was really fucking me up good in this movie I gotta tell you. The I lost the kid scene? Good shit. (In our subtitles they translated it to “I lost Peter” which was like.... Ummmmm.... kill me nooooow) The I love you 3 000? Good shit. The shit scene? Good shit. The bedtime story? Wish we got some Peter in there but still. Good shit. Any scene with Morgan Stark in it? Good shit. I just need her and Peter bonding in some future movie and I’m satisfied. Anthony Edward Stark really is that bitch, isn’t he? He made time travel happen in like 4 hours.... We love a true legend man. I wish we could have seen him talking to aunt May (that is if she didn’t die in the snap we still don’t know). I just kind of hoped that we could have seen him getting over losing Peter and stuff... even though he never really got over it. I’ve also seen people blaming Peter for Tony’s death??? Umm? How? He did not jump out of that fucking picture and tell Tony to save him. He did not force Tony to care about him. Tony just did because he has a serious issue with adopting sad ki-I just don’t understand how anybody could blame Peter for his death. Tony decided totally by himself. Seeing him go off on the team when he came back from space was... just wow. I felt that. I was genuinely scared of him for a bit. Also how skinny he looked? :) That shit hurted. All of his dialog? Gold. Actual gold. There isn’t a scene in which he did not excel. The talk between him and his dad? That shit hurted. When Peter came on the screen... Man I was WAITING when all the guys from Titan started showing up I was at the edge of my seat like “whereishewhereishewhereishewhereishe” and then when he fucking jumped in there the music got all epic and when he took off the mask he looked so fucking adorable and happy and the hair and ghdakskguarieogs- That was truly the first time I cried in that movie. That is what he does to me. And WE GOT THE HUG FOLKS! Him rambling and being all OwwwO and Tony just looking at him. Cried like a crazy person. I’ve waited for that a long time. And then Peter jumping around and protecting the gauntlet and meeting everyone and Carol and... I just can’t even. He was perfect. It was perfect. But then it happened... The moment Strange gave Tony THE look I knew shit was going down for real. I was crying like a little baby. Seeing Thanos fade away was very satisfactory but right after that seeing Tony just... do THAT. And by THAT I mean fucking DIE. Yeah... Rhodey was the first one at his side and he just kind of pet his head... But then fucking Peter got to him and I- that was truly painful as all hell. Seeing him cry and break down because that’s his father figure, that’s his mentor, that’s his Tony. And now he’s just.... gone. Go watch the Far From Home trailer that’s a lot of fun now :--)))) Pepper telling him that he can rest I- think I never cried more in my entire cinema experiences. When the reactor turned off it was over. I was trying so hard to not sob and be loud in my seat but I actually have no clue if I was loud or not because I was that deep in. Didn’t bring any tissues. That was a mistake I am never making again. The funeral was beautiful. The cheeseburger scene. Great. I actually had a burger yesterday and... It’s the first time I cried over a fucking burger. I still can’t believe it happened. My brain is still not comprehending it. I just can’t believe... I was SO convinced that Cap was the one who’s dying and I was SO convinced that they could not just get rid of Tony. But they did... They did that. It’s the end of an era. Truly. And Morgan is going to grow up without a father now :---))) just end me.. This is fucking hell. I’ve never cried this much in a cinema. Fuck Endgame.

Okay so now I wanna talk about some plot stuff

The time travel I don’t fucking get

Okay but can somebody explain to me how the time travel works? Maybe after I watch it a few times I’ll understand it better. I have some kind of idea how it probably works but I’m still veeery confused. They made such a big deal about returning the stones back to the realities they borrowed them from. Okay. But how did they return them back in the way they were before? The reality stone aka Aether was in Jane Foster, right? Tony, Thor or someone must have figured out a way how to put it in its stone version but can you put it back in Jane Foster then? So that nothing changes? Can you? Or do you have to? How much do we have to follow the rules of how things have been when we return them? Can it be given back in the stone form? Same thing goes for the space stone. It was in the Tesseract. How did they put it back in the Tesseract? Did they have to? How. Does. This. Work? And what about the soul stone? We know that Red Skull is the protector of it on Vormir but he is not the one who put the soul stone in there. So who did? And can they put it back? How did Steve put it back? He couldn’t have just given it to Red Skull right? Then Red motherfucking Skull would have the stone and it would fuck up some other reality. Just like when Loki took the Tesseract. I just don’t exactly understand this. Also if we made a huge deal out of the stones what about Mjölnir?? When Thor took it right before the dark elves attacked? Don’t they have to give it back as well? I get that he took it so that we could see Cap with Mjölnir but.... ???? I don’t remember if Steve had it with him when he was returning the stones he might have but he also had it when he was old sitting on that bench. He could have given it back just like the stones and maybe call it to himself when he needed it (which would probably confuse Thor a bit). I suppose Thor could still call it back when Steve had it in the past but that would mean there were two Mjölnir hammers at one point right? Because Steve went back to Peggy and at that point, Thor still had his hammer because Hella did not destroy it yet AND the thicc dummy Thor hasn’t taken it yet either. So what if he called two hammers? Wouldn’t that be just really weird? Also what happens with that reality where Thanos is dead? It’s 2014 Thanos. I would think they have to put him back as well so that the whole snap can still happen. I’m just super confused with EVERYTHING about this. But the thing that is the weirdest to me personally is old Steve??? Like... Did he time travel from his own reality back to ours with the shield and Mjölnir? Because he couldn’t have been in OUR reality right? The things they do when they travel to the past do not affect the present. No butterfly effect right? Which means Steve couldn’t have lived in OUR reality with Peggy because in our reality Peggy had her own husband, children, and life. So he must have traveled from our reality to the one where Peggy did not have a family yet and then when he wanted to go back to Sam and Bucky he must have traveled from that reality where he was with Peggy back to ours or this doesn’t make any sense. So why did we not see him in the time traveling suit? That must mean in some other reality we have Peggy’s and Steve’s kids but not in ours. So does that mean there are two Steve’s in some other reality? Because Steve is still stuck in that iceberg. IDK man I’m super confused how all of this worked. The stones, the hammer, and Steve.

I hope I made at least some sense in this. I highly recommend you to watch the SuperCarlinBrothers review they talk about some of the stuff I talked about here. If any of you who actually read this whole thing (wow kudos to you) want to chat about it you can message me or something IDK. I have no one to talk about this movie with rn so if you’re in the same situation you can definitely hit me up if you have some opinions, theories, and emotions.

Also the little story I promised.

I went to see Endgame on Thursday and I had to take a train that was leaving around 9:53PM to get back home. There is this park that I have to walk through to get to the road that leads to the train station. It’s basically like at least a 20-minute walk from the cinema to that train station. So I got lost.... in the park. It was dark as fuck in there. I was in a city I barely know, heartbroken over THAT movie and I had to catch the train. In the middle of all of that my mom called me and I was like barely holding back tears because THAT movie, I’m also lost in a dark motherfucking park in a city I don’t know, somebody is laughing loud as fuck in there and the train is leaving in like 15 minutes. My mom later told me that I sounded weird like I was crying or something (which I almost was) I was panicking as FUCK. I eventually made my way out of that park but I did not catch the train. I even RAN to catch it. Still didn’t make it. Had to take a bus to get home. It was a disaster. I also sat outside of my apartment just looking at the dark sky around 11PM and cried my eyes out because TONY. So that was a stressful journey home.

In the end... The movie destroyed me. I’m not sure I am completely satisfied with everything that went down and how it went down but I still think they did a very good job with it. I will forever miss Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff. It will never be the same without them. Thank you for everything.

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Ghosts and shadows: Chapter 5

Masterpost

Chapter 5: Boxing the Huntress

Fentonworks laboratory, late morning

The laboratory under the Fenton household was in a mad hustle. All members of the family were running around, doing their final checks of the newly completed portal room. Everything had to be in peak condition, since today was the day they would activate their new portal.

Maddie and Jack were doing their last checks on the cabling and the ecto-filter system while Danny and Jazz were going over the programming for a last time. All of them were dressed into their respective lab-coats except for Danny who was in his hunting armour to make sure nothing dangerous came out of the portal upon activation.

“Alright kiddo’s, ready for the new Fenton Portal?!” Jack bellowed as he closed the cabling compartment he was inspecting.

“As long as the ting doesn’t explode.” Danny said as he closed his helmet over his face, turning on the green lights of the eyes and morphing his voice. “You have to take into account that this one is a lot bigger than the last one.” He said while pointing at the massive hole in the wall.

And he was right, this portal was a vast improvement over the last design. For one it was bigger, way bigger. The Fentons had designed it so they could fit larger objects into the portal to explore the ghost zone. Whereas the last model could fit a handful of people walking next to each other through it, this model was wide and tall enough to fir a small aircraft. Or one of the various vehicles or probes build by the Fentons. One of the latter was now standing ready to launch inside and map the immediate surroundings of the portal.

“You’re right sweetie, there’s a lot more room for error. But we accounted for that.” Maddie said.

“I know we did.” Danny said. “Just making sure.”

“Don’t worry Dann-o! We checked everything twice, and so did you and Jazz! We’ll be completely safe!” Jack said loudly.

“Alright then. Jazz, is the probe ready?” Danny asked.

“Ready and set.” Jazz answered. “Once the portal is open we launch it in.”

“Good.” Danny said. “Are we all set dad?” He asked.

“Yes, the whole thing is plugged in and ready! Only need to press the button now!” Jack boomed.

Danny chuckled at his dad’s enthusiasm. “Yes dad, but let’s do that from the safety of the control console.” He said while pointing at Jazz and the portal controls.

“Yes…, good idea Dann-o.” Jack said.

“As always…” Danny chuckled absent minded.

“Ego alert.” Jazz called to Danny.

“Sure, whatever.” Danny said as he grabbed his plasma rifle from his back and powered it up. Ready to shoot anything harmful that might come out of the portal once it activated.

“Commencing primary ignition.” Jazz said as she pushed several buttons on the control console.

The portal hole began emitting a low whining sound and illuminated slightly in a neon-green light. On the console Jazz saw a percentage indicating how much the portal ignition was charged. Currently at 55 percent and rising rapidly.

“Note that upon activation the surrounding area will receive a short spike in ecto-activity as a result of a permanent portal opening.” Maddie noted.

“It will only be for a moment. Most people won’t even notice, I think only Axiom Labs has the stuff to detect it. And even then they are very likely to miss it, like the others did last time.” Danny said never taking his gaze and aim away from the empty hole in the wall.

“Portal primed. Dad?” Jazz asked.

“BANZAI!!” Jack shouted as he pressed the big button to fully activate the portal.

The portal sparked, gave a high whine and then exploded in a bright green flash which caused everybody except Danny to avert their eyes from the bright light. Danny was luckily protected by his mask. When they looked back they saw a bright and swirling mass inside the portal signalling they were successful and a permanent bridge to the Ghost-zone was opened.

“Jazz, launch the probe.” Danny said without taking his eyes off the portal.

“On it.” Jazz said as she typed something on the control console and the probe burst to life. Giving a mechanical whir before the magnetic rail it rested on shot it into the swirling mass where it disappeared for the eyes of the Fentons. But not for the scanners.

The view the probe was having was weird and surreal to put it lightly, the Ghost-zone was a swirling mass of neon green ectoplasm, surreal images of purple floating doors and islands and more. Plus the occasional ectoplasmic octopus or ectopus that floated by. The probe itself looked a bit like a small space satellite with a lot of cameras, a communications antenna and a rocket booster for propulsion. It floated for a moment before blasting off into the zone.

“The probe will begin mapping the zone surrounding the portal. We should have an adequate map by tomorrow.” Jazz said.

“And the probe will keep working until some random ghost takes it out. I’m betting on Walker by the way.” Danny said.

“You’re on little brother.” Jazz replied.

“Now would someone kindly close the portal?” Danny asked.

“On it.” Jazz said as she pressed the button to lock the portal, watching the big black and yellow doors slide closed.

When the doors were closed Danny finally lowered his weapon and turned around. “Okay, portal active and no ghosts interrupting us? Seems like a pretty good day to me.” Danny said getting a few chuckles from the rest of the family.

“Now, if all is set and done. I’m going into town, Sam Tucker and I agreed to meet up.” He said.

Amity Park, just after noon

A couple hours later Danny was leisurely sitting in the shadow of a tree. It was about halfway July and the sun was shining relentlessly. Being only dressed in a shirt made the heat a little more bearable. Having closed his eyes for a moment because he knew he was early.

After a few minutes Danny noticed his eyelids appeared a little darker, which would mean something or someone was blocking light from falling in on his face. He opened one eye to see what was causing the shadow and was rather surprised not to see his two friend standing in front of him but the single form of the girl he met at the Nasty-Burger, what was her name again? Valerie, that was it.

“Good afternoon Valerie.” Danny said whilst not having moved an inch and still having only one eye open.

“Whu…? Oh, hi Danny.” Valerie responded. “I see you’re enjoying the weather today.”

“Meh, just killing some time waiting for Sam and Tucker.” Danny said whilst opening both eyes. “What about you?” he asked.

“Oh well, just having as much fresh air before my shift at the Nasty-Burger.” Valerie said.

Danny just nodded, deciding not to delve into her backstory yet.

Danny and Valerie talked a little more whilst Danny was waiting, slowly paving the way for a friendship to arise. Meanwhile Sam and Tucker had arrived at the entrance of the park and made their way to the tree were Danny wold be waiting for them, as he let Sam know where he was by text.

“I think I see Danny over there.” Tucker said as he pointed to the figure under the tree.

Sam squinted her eyes. “Yep, that’s him. But who’s that with him?”

“Uh, I think that’s Valerie.” Tucker said.

“What?” Sam said as she took a closer look. “You’re right, what does she think she’s doing?!”

“Uh, talking to him I guess.” Tucker said.

“Come on, let’s get over there…” Sam said before taking off without waiting. Tucker followed quickly behind her.

“So you’re from Great-Britain right? I’ve always wondered what it’s like there.” Valerie asked.

“I frankly don’t understand why people find it so bloody interesting I’m from Britain, it’s not like it’s another planet.” Danny joked. “It’s not that special really. Just all humans and buildings with the occasional ghost buzzing around. Only real difference I’ve noticed so far is that you guys drive on the wrong side of the road.” He said.

“Okay, first of all it is you British types that drive weird. And second, I was just being curious. Great-Britain is on the other side of the ocean and I’ve certainly never been there.” Valerie said.

“I was just joking about the first part Valerie, its fine.” Danny said.

“Okay, but did you say ghosts?” Valerie asked but before Danny could answer her Sam came into view and called out to him.

“Hey Danny!” Sam called out enthusiastically. “Valerie.” She said coldly, acknowledging the girls presence but nothing more.

“Hey Sam.” Danny said as he propelled himself upwards. “Tucker.” He said after noticing his dark skinned friend behind Sam.

Tucker nodded back in greeting but did notice the crunched eyebrows Valerie was making to them. Though that might have been due to Sam who was subtly glaring at Valerie.

“Hope you didn’t have to wait too long?” Sam asked.

“Nah, Weather is quite nice today. I didn’t mind.” Danny said.

“Good, we were planning on going to Tucker’s house. You coming along?” Sam asked.

“Lead the way. Sorry Valerie, till a next time I guess.” Danny apologised.

“Yeah, sure…” Valerie answered though again being completely ignored by the other two teens.

At that moment the latter had had enough. “Okay, what is with you guys?! Why do you two act like I don’t even exist? You guys don't like me very much, do you?!” Valerie ranted.

“We don't know you very much. And honestly, you used to be pretty mean to us. You think we're just going to start hanging out just like that?” Sam said earning a nod from Tucker. Danny wisely took a step back knowing that this was between them.

Valerie was a little bit shocked and looked at Danny for some support.

“Don’t look at me… I have no idea what is going on and I think this is best solved between the three of you.” Danny said.

Valerie froze for a split second but then nodded. She knew he was right and Sam had a point.

“I… I guess you have a point.” Valerie said with a slightly sad tone. “I have to go to work. See you later Danny.”

Danny said nothing but gave her a solid nod. He then turned around joined Sam and Tucker on their way to the latter’s house.

“I might be wrong about this but that was pretty harsh back there.” Danny commented.

“She did deserve it Danny. Trust us on this one.” Tucker answered.

“I do trust you guys, just stating the facts. Ever thought about second chances?” Danny asked.

Tucker and Sam cocked an eyebrow at this statement but otherwise remained silent. It was a pretty standard question but there was something deeper behind it.

“I know I have…” Danny continued. “It takes two lands to build a bridge on. Someone just needs to take the first step.” He said.

“Maybe, we’ll see.” Sam answered.

Tucker however looked very opposed to the idea, seeing as he had suffered a lot over the years due to the treatment he received from the A-list Valerie used to be a part of. “I don’t know about that…” he murmured.

“Just think about it.” Danny said.

The rest of the walk to Tucker’s house was spend with marginally lighter conversation, steering away from the subject of Valerie and the A-list by extension. After about fifteen minutes of walking they arrived at the small home Tucker inhabited. It was small but still roomy to normal standards. Though still smaller than the mansions both Sam and Danny inhabited. Build in a more densely build area of the city it was a blue painted, two story house with a triangular roof.

Tucker fished the key out of his pocket, unlocked the door and held it open for his two friends. “I welcome you at ‘casa Del Foley’.” He said.

“What, you’re a bi-linguist now? With the Spanish?” Danny joked.

“Multi linguist actually, I speak Esperanto as well.” Tucker said proudly.

“Ah that constructed language used all around the world. Why would you know how to speak that?” Danny asked slightly intrigued.

“Well, it’s the international language spoken amongst nerds.” Sam said.

“Oh really, well isn’t that ironic.” Danny said.

“What? Why?” Tucker asked.

“Didn’t you know Esperanto is also frequently used by ghosts as well? Besides Latin of course.” Danny explained.

“And how would you know that?” Sam asked.

“And why would nerds speaking it be ironic.” Tucker asked.

By now the three teens had entered the house and Tucker had shut the door. All three of them walked into the living room where Tucker’s mother was seated. She had been listening to the conversation the three teens were having but they hadn’t noticed her yet. She did notice the new face walking in her home.

“Well because the nerds are often the most invisible social group and ghosts can turn ‘invisible’. Eh…?” Danny said making the face he always made while making his witty and often rubbish puns.

He got his answer in the form of two deadpan expressions and a faint smile at the corner of Sam’s mouth. “And I’ll let myself out now…” Danny said.

At this moment Angela decided to cut in. “Not until we have been introduced young man.” She said warmly.

“Oh, hi mom.” Tucker greeted. “Is dad around?” he asked.

“He should be around somewhere sweetie, check the garage. And who is your new friend?” Angela asked.

“I’m Daniel Fenton, but most people tend to call me Danny.” Danny said.

Angela noticed his distinct accent and the last name did sound familiar as well. “Pleasure to meet you Danny, I’m Angela. Tucker’s mother, but you might have already guessed that.” She said. “Fenton? I know that name from somewhere.” She mused.

“Oh, you might know it from Fentonworks, the company. Not related to those Fentons by the way.” Danny lied.

“No, I mean yes also that but I know that name from somewhere else. But you’re not from Amity so it might be someone else I’m thinking of.” Angela said.

“What do you mean Mrs. Foley?” Sam asked.

“Well, I used to know some guy named Fenton in college. Could be family of you.” Angela said to Danny.

“He could have been my father, my parents used to live in Amity before moving after college.” Danny said. “We only moved back here a few weeks ago.”

“Oh, small world then.” Angela said.

“Indeed.” Danny answered. “Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Foley.”

“Hey mom, we’re going up to my room ok.” Tucker said.

“Of course honey.” Angela answered.

The three went upstairs afterwards to Tucker’s room. During the time they were there Tucker’s father made his introduction to Danny as well. Danny learned that Mt. Foley or Maurice as he told him to call him was a police officer in Amity Park. Afterwards the three friends kept themselves busy with playing games or telling stories of past events. The latter being mostly done by Sam and Tucker about all the things that happened in Amity Park so far. As far as they could tell there hadn’t been very major ghost attacks yet. Not like what had happened in London or the rest of Europe.

Danny all the while tried to steer away from his past as much as possible, he didn’t want his new friends to know of his social isolation back in the UK. It was a bit painful to remember all that and there was a definitive reason why he was like this, there were drawbacks in having a family like his.

A couple of hours later Danny had to return home again. He grabbed his stuff and prepared to set out. “Alright guys, I need to go home about now. Catch you all next time.” Danny said.

“Okay dude, see you around.” Tucker said before focusing back on his game against Sam.

“Hey Danny, interested in doing a video chat tonight? We could talk and play some more.” Sam asked.

Danny pondered for a bit. As tempting as it would be to hang out with Sam and Tucker some more he also wanted to go on patrol tonight and hopefully make contact with the Red Huntress. So in the end he had to decline on the offer.

Danny signed. “I would really like to Sam, but I have stuff to do tonight.” He said.

“The whole night?” Sam asked incredulously.

“Yeah…” Danny said slightly awkward. “It’s some family business. I won’t be able to join you guys. Sorry.”

“Alright, that’s fine. See you next time.” Sam said slightly dejected as Danny left the room. They heard him say goodbye and as soon as the front door closed again she paused the game.

“What the…? Sam!” Tucker shouted at the sudden pause.

“Tucker, I might just be imagining this. But I think Danny is hiding something.” Sam said.

“What makes you say so?” Tucker asked.

“He’s awfully quiet about his past, he like never talks about his time in the UK or even friends he has there. Don't you think that’s a bit suspicions?” Sam asked.

“Maybe, but he could have a reason not to tell us. I mean we haven’t known him for a long time yet. You and I go back for years in that aspect.” Tucker said.

“Yes, but still…” Sam said.

“Sam, have you told me everything there is to know about you? I think not, I haven’t even been to your house yet. Ever!” Tucker said. “When he trusts us enough he might tell us something more, right now we can only wait.”

“That is surprisingly wise of you. Who are you and what have you done to Tucker?” Sam joked.

“Haha, but I’m serious though. Give him some time, he’ll come around.” Tucker said.

‘Or he just drops us in favour for the popular crowd. Like everyone would.’ Sam thought. “I guess you’re right.” she said.

Amity Park, evening

Darkness had fallen over Amity and the streets were semi-deserted. The normal citizen would think everyone was either inside or on their way home. Little did they know what was going on top of the city rooftops.

Two pigeons could be seen cuddling on the edge of an apartment block completely oblivious to anything around them. That is until one of the birds heard a sound behind him. It looked around just in time to see a dark figure appear out of nowhere, its bright green eyes looking at it.

Spooked the two birds flew off as fast as they could, all romantic thoughts forgotten. The dark figure crouched behind the ledge of the building, invisible to anyone or anything still on the streets and scanned the sky and horizon.

‘Scanning…no contacts detected’ was displayed on the figure’s HUD.

“Damn, that one time you need a ghost to find someone…” The figure said.

He then pushed a few buttons on the touchpad on his left gauntlet. “Reaper to Cerberus base…” he said.

“Copy Reaper, what do you need…?” Came as an answer over the radio.

“I have nothing on my sensors, what does the ‘big eye’ tell us…?” Reaper asked.

“Stand by…, got a signal. At the waterfront, try the docks…” Cerberus answered.

“Appreciated, Reaper out…” he answered.

Taking out his hover board and activating his cloak again he took off in western direction towards the docks. Landing silently on one of the warehouses he scanned the surroundings again, hoping to find something. And find something he did, he detected something that looked like a level four ghost not too far away. Using his jump pack he bridged the gap between the warehouse and a large stack of containers and clambered onwards in the direction of the signal.

As he got closer he began to hear what sounded like beam weapon discharges and saw bright flashes close by. Opting to take a better look he jumped to the next stack of containers and peeked around invisibly. Only to see a big wooden crate flying right at him.

“Whoa!” He huffed as he pulled back behind the container stack while the wooden box shattered against the stack and its debris flew past him.

“Shipping crates? Who the hell is throwing that around?” He pondered. He got his answer about half a second later.

“BEWARE!!!” was screamed by a spectral voice. “FOR I AM THE BOX GHOST? MASTER OF EVERYTHING CARDBOARD AND SQUARE! TREMBLE FOR MY AWESOME MIGHT!!”

“Box ghost? Really??” Danny asked himself. “That’s a stupid name. Though kind of familiar, where do I know it from?”

“Not gonna happen you blue spook!” a second voice shot back. Literally, as a pink-purple beam of energy shot past the spectre Danny presumed was the Box ghost.

‘And there is the person I was looking for.’ He thought. ‘Perfect, let’s see how she does. It’s a level four, she should be able to handle it.’

At the same time the Box ghost levitated two more nearby crates and flung them at the Red Huntress, she jumped left and ducked right to dodge them. Afterwards she fired two more shots at the offending spectre, none of them connected. Though they were very close. The box ghost flew up in the air to avoid the Huntress and she followed by extending what looked like a jet-powered surfboard from her feet.

‘Hmm, jet-sled. Nice.’ Danny thought.

The Huntress rocketed upwards, bashing the front of her jet-sled into the Box ghost. The latter, being surprised by the momentum lost control over his flight and crashed down in a pile of shipping crates. Smashing them in the process. When the ghost emerged again his face was stricken with rage.

“YOU! YOU MADE ME DESTROY MY BELOVED BOXES OF DOOOM!! PREPARE… TO SHARE THEIR FATE!!!” the box ghost screeched while raising his arms and making his hands glow blue.

Immediately more boxes came flying in and began making orbit around the Box ghost. Ranging from cardboard to wood and even a few metal boxes the sight of them all making circles around the enraged spectre was fear inducing.

The Huntress aimed her rifle but couldn’t seem to get a good shot on the ghost due to all the boxes flying in the way. Next thing she knew several of the boxes had turned into projectiles aimed straight for her. Thinking quickly she started flying backwards and firing on the boxes aimed for her. She wasn’t fast enough though.

One of the crates she shot splintered but the debris had enough momentum to hit her. Her blaster was knocked out of her hands and a metal crate smashed into her jet-sled, throwing her off in the process. This did lead to her falling down and the rest of the square projectiles missing her.

The Huntress crashed onto her back on the hard concrete of the cargo dock, mostly unharmed due to the suit but with Box ghost floating right over her.

“NOW FEEL THE AWESOME MIGHT… OF THE BOX GHOST!!!” the Box ghost screamed. He then made his hands glow again and one of the top containers on a nearby stack began floating upwards.

“Oh shit…” The huntress said as she saw the container floating up and come towards her. ‘This is where I die, crushed beneath a shipping container’ she thought.

“NOW TREMBLE BEFORE MY POWER… THE UNDEFIATEBLE BOX GH…..” the Box ghost screamed before he was interrupted by a strange sounding gunshot and was electrocuted. His focus was broken and the container he was levitating plummeted down and crashed into the ground together with more containers it hit on the way down with a thunderous bang. Meanwhile the Box ghost had fallen onto the ground as well, still spazzing out due to being electrocuted.

The Huntress was stunned, one moment she was about to be crushed. The next the offending ghost was on the ground having a seizure and the container he was holding was laying on the ground on its side. The next moment a thick, blue, translucent beam shot by her and captured the Box ghost in blue light for a moment before he was dragged back towards the beam’s origin behind her. The next moment there was silence, only the sound of water splashing against the docks nearby and a faint echo of the container crash.

Then there was the sound of footsteps behind her. Heavy footsteps, like metal hitting the ground. She rolled from her back onto her belly so she could look behind her. For a second she saw nothing, but then the air in front of her distorted for a split second before what looked like a pair of legs and the end of a trench-coat. A pair of armoured legs she might add, and they appeared out of nowhere.

Slowly raising her head to see who or what was standing in front of her and who she suspected saved her. You can say she was very surprised about who it was. She saw what was definitely a person, possibly a man clad in a black and white suit of armour with neon green decals. The head was hidden beneath a hood that was part of the same trench-coat she saw on the person. The only thing she could see under the hood were the outlines of a metal mask, a breathing filter in place of a mouth and two glowing green slits as eyes staring down at her. The thing was… she knew this silhouette all too well. Though she never saw him in person before his identity was not a secret, the Reaper.

In his left hand he held a device that looked like a white and green soup-thermos, though that quickly disappeared as he put it away on his back. In his right he still held the gun he likely used to shoot the Box ghost, and it wasn’t a small one.

He might not be able to see her face but he could see she was surprised if slightly awed by his presence. Deciding to break the silence Danny spoke. “Evening miss…” he greeted with the deep voice the suit provided.

“Um…uhh…” The Huntress stuttered.

Danny chuckled and holstered his pistol back on his right leg. “Quiet place you’ve got here, though maybe not the safest place to hang out at night.” He said as he extended his hand towards her, offering to help her up.

The Huntress took the offer being to bewildered of what had happened. “You… you’re the real one aren’t you?” she asked as she stood up.

“I’m afraid you’re going to be a little more specific miss.” Danny said.

“Ugh, you know what I mean. You’re the Reaper aren’t you? Legendary ghost hunter. Why did you help me? I had everything under control.” She said slightly ticked off and her prideful demeanour resurfacing.

“Legendary might be a little gushy, but yes same guy. And I’m sure you had everything under control here. It’s not like you were about to be crushed by say… a cargo container?” Danny said, crossing his arms.

The Huntress cringed a little, he did save her life. She couldn’t ignore that fact. “…Yeah…right. Sorry about that. It’s just…” She apologised.

“Don’t mention it.” Danny said, calming her down a bit.

After the Huntress had some time to calm down she asked the question on the front of her mind. “What are you doing here? You should be in Europe.” She said.

“Change of hunting grounds. Ectoplasmic activity back there was diminishing, while here it is on the rise. Prime spot for work and research.” Danny explained.

“Oh, and why did you save me? You’d have less competition if you didn’t.” She asked.

“There is no competition in this business. We’re all in this together, no matter what.” Danny said.

“But why show yourself to me. I mean you disappeared for over a month and could have easily evaded me after capturing that ghost. Why did you make yourself known?” Huntress asked.

“Because I was looking for something.” Danny said rather cryptic.

“Looking for what?” Huntress asked.

“Potential…” He said.

The Huntress was taken aback, there were a lot of things Reaper might have said in this situation but she never would have dreamed to hear those words from him. Meanwhile the Reaper had turned around and walked to where her blaster was laying on the ground from when it was knocked out of her hands.

“I do admit I’ve been watching you working for a while now.” He said as he picked up the weapon and inspected it. “Is this Axiom tech?” He asked.

The Huntress was snapped out of her stupor by this question. “Uh, yes. It’s the best thing I could get my hands on. Why such an interest in me?” She asked.

“Because you’re new to this.” Danny said as he tossed the blaster back to her. “Because I see a lot of things in you.”

“Like what?” Huntress asked as she stashed her weapon away.

“You’re brave for starters. Not everyone dares to go toe to toe with a paranormal being.” Reaper said. “That being said you’re also brash, impatient, overzealous and you might have some anger issues towards ghosts.” He continued, letting her know that he wasn’t here because she impressed him. Because she hadn’t.

“Oh…” was the only thing she said.

“But none of that is irredeemable. I do see potential in you, though I might need to steer you in the right direction a bit.” Danny said.

“Wait,…are you offering to train me?” She asked.

“I might be…” Danny said before he turned his head because he began hearing sirens in the distance. “But not tonight, I’d rather not be seen publicly yet. And unless you want to pay for the damages here I suggest you get going as well.”

The Huntress looked around to the devastation caused by the fight. “Yeah, I’m not paying for this. I’m short on cash as it is. But how will I find you next time?” she asked as she called her jet-sled back to her.

“You don’t, I’ll find you. We’ll be in touch miss Huntress, goodnight.” Danny said as he used his jump pack to thrust himself onto a container stack. “I trust you will keep my presence here in Amity to yourself. I don’t want my face all over the morning news.” He said over his shoulder.

The Huntress nodded. “I’ll keep quiet.”

Danny gave a firm nod back before activating his cloaking engine again. The last thing the Huntress saw was him disappearing into nothingness and the faint sound of a hover board flying of a few seconds later. Then she was all alone again.

“Huh, never thought that would happen. Better get out of here.” She said to herself before boosting off onto her jet-sled. Without anyone knowing any of them were ever there.

And that wraps up chapter 5. Again I apologise for the long wait but I have been extremely busy lately and I will still be busy in the near future. So don’t expect regular updates because that will literally be impossible for me to handle as I can only write sporadically. I will try to make up for it in length and quality.

So now that Danny has met Valerie in both alter-ego’s we can work on some character and story development for both. Sam and Tucker will also be in the spotlight but not for the ghost hunting part just yet. Keep in mind that neither knows the other’s identity just yet (that’ll come later in the story). Also if there are any episodes or ideas that you guys think I absolutely have to include in some way feel free to let me know.

#Danny Phantom #ghosts and shadows au #danny phantom au #fanfiction #danny fenton #sam manson #Tucker Foley #valerie gray

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Well it has officially been a week since travis broke up with me. I’m doing a lot better than I anticipated, but I’m definitely still struggling with it. I think the hardest part about this entire thing is that it just doesn’t make any sense to me. I keep playing things back over and over in my head the weeks leading up to it and nothing adds up. I wish I was mad at him, in fact, I wish that I could hate him because it would make things a lot easier for me. The fact of the matter is though that I could never hate him for breaking up with me because everybody has that choice of their own--I’m just so frustrated with the way that it happened because it feels like it was such a rash decision. and if it was a rash decision than that is just a shitty way to end a relationship like the one that we had.

He came to Kelly’s wedding, and aside from him blacking out the end of the wedding night, we had so much fun together for those couple of days. We explored portland, and then Acadia and then Bar Harbor a little bit and he seemed like he really enjoyed the trip. At the wedding and everywhere else we went and kept insisting we take pictures. When I switched to my parent’s car for the last leg of the carride, it wasn’t 4 minutes before he texted me thanks for bringing him and that he loved me. Then that night he texted that he really loved exploring maine with me and had a lot of fun.

The next time we hung out was at his house, and everything seemed perfectly normal. We played around in the pool, we got food, had sex twice and watched a movie. We had a nice talk that day about how I am incredibly self-conscious about how easily my face turns red and I felt comfortable and everything.

Then we went to the zoo on monday and aside from my little crazy questioning about him snap-chatting one of his neighbors I thought that day went well. We then went to a bar and got drinks and some food and watched the nats game and pretty much the entire time we were there he had his arm around me and, again, everything felt normal. This was on a monday-- then on Thursday (I think) he left for NY for his cousin’s graduation. While he was there for the weekend we weren’t really texting as regularly. Well actually that’s kind of how it had been since he got home but that’s always how it was when he got home so I didn’t really think much of it. But, it wasn’t like things were awkward or conversation seemed forced. He was snap chatting and conversating normal. Then on Sunday it was our 16 month. I said “happy 16 months!!” and he responded “Happy 16 months babe” with that stupid purple heart that he really only used when he was being sweet. He the immediately asked what I was doing and when I said I was in bed he called just to chat. That night we talked on the phone again and I got upset that he couldn’t go to the concert I wanted to and didn’t seem like he was going to really invite me to the lake. He spent a few minutes reassuring me that he would have invited me and convincing me to just come to the lake for saturday if I couldn’t come for more. This is literally less than 24 hours before he broke up with me.

Now I would be lying if I said that I was ecstatic with where our relationship was. He hadn’t been super emotional and he really hadn’t been there for me when I said that I was struggling with things in my personal life. This lead to me taking a verrrrry long walk around Occoquan park thinking about our relationship and what I truly wanted to do about it. I came to the conclusion that we really just needed to sit down and talk about things and how we could come to common ground about things. Then from there I would decide if that was going to be enough for me.

So I texted him a message about how it was getting hard for me that he hadn’t really told me how he felt. (side note: he had seemed very happy when we were ever together and if he could tell I was upset about something he was overly nice to make me smile). He responded asking if it was okay for him to come over so we could “just go somewhere and talk.” This seemed like a very normal response to me so I didn’t really think much about it except trying to figure out what was most important to me to talk about with him. He texted that he was at costco and “just had to eat dinner” then from costco sent me random snaps of caps shirts and with some cleaning mask on his face-- not exactly something you would typically do 1.5 hours before you break up with somebody....

When he came over and I got in the car I knew immediately. He never said the word “break up” and he hardly looked at me in the eye. He kept telling me he didn’t want me to think that it was something I did or didn’t do and that he knows how much I did for him and how much I tried in the relationship and that I deserved somebody that could recognize that and give that back to me.

Just the simple fact that he could point that out meant that he was choosing not to do it, just like he was chose to throw out our relationship without, it seems, to have given it any real thought. Then when my dad pulled into the driveway he asked if we should go somewhere else to talk.... as if I was going any farther from my house than I already was. I don’t really remember saying much else besides that I felt he took me for granted and that he didn’t even try to make it work in the real world, both of which I still very strongly stand behind.

So, like I said, none of this really adds up to me. That makes it much harder for me. It’s frustrating because he works on a pattern that I don’t even think that he notices. He has pulled the “idk if you’re the one” card 3 separate times. EVERY time: he has been going through a period of uncertainty in his life and I have needed him to be there for me for something. It really just seems like he struggles with things and he doesn’t even recognize that that’s what’s causing it because the last two times this happened I had to be the one to point out how other things were affecting him. Instead of having self-reflection about things going on in his life and how they might be affecting the way that he feels about other things or coming to me and just talking about how he has uncertain feelings and he’s not sure where they’re coming from or whatever he just quickly jumps to the idea that it has to be me. Me, the first person in his life to ask the tough questions about his mental health, the person that has stood by him through everything, that gave my all for our relationship, that pulled him to do things that he never wanted to do but ended up loving. He made the choice that I was the thing that had to go.

This past week, I have done a lot of self-reflection about why I held onto that relationship so tightly when I could have easily jumped ship many times. Here’s one of the theories that I have: I saw a future that clicked. That is not me saying that I knew 100% that I wanted to marry him or anything like that. I have no idea what would have happened with us over the next 2.5 years while I was in school. But, when I went to Colorado and spent the week with Cara and Mike, I saw a life that I never really thought that I would want--a way of life that I didn’t think would be so comfortable to me. I NEVER thought that I would be the person who enjoyed doing edibles but I really did. I liked the ability to go hike wherever, to see the mountains off in the distance, to have so much of the world to see so close to you. That there were breweries everywhere. I liked drinking beers, coming home, drinking more and watching a movie, taking the dogs places, and I liked sitting on the couch high watching movies.

It took me awhile to realize why I liked being out there so much and why I immediately thought “I want to move out here.” I think what it comes down to is that I have lived my entire life doing things “by the book,” doing things the way that people expect me to. I’m tired of that. I don’t mean that I don’t have the same values and now want to be a pothead, but I am ready to live a life that is more free, that is more relaxed. I want to see the world--whether that means backpacking around the world or staying in the nicest hotels, it doesn’t really matter to me. I’m ready for a change in my life and that’s why I want to move across the country, because I think the way of life over there is what I want and frankly, what I need.

So I think without even realizing it, I was starting to see that future for myself and I could see Travis in that. When I came home from CO he made jokes about how he had looked up jobs out there and jokes to his mom about how that is something he might do.

The problem was how we were going to get there. If he knew what he wanted and had a job laid out and if I wasn’t locked into Shenandoah for the next 2.5 years, we might be singing a different song but those are the facts of life. For him, things just happen to work out for him, always in his favor, and typically they just fall into place. Finding a job has not been one of those things. We’ve been graduated for almost 2 months and he hasn’t even had a interview. He drinks, plays video games, watches movies and goes to the lake. He texted me like 5/6 days before our breakup that he had gotten up to go paddle boarding as a little workout in the morning and said that he could “get used to living” at the lake. But that’s not where he is. He kind of lives in a bubble right now, he’s living at home and spending his parents money and he doesn’t really have to do much else. He’s going through some growing pains right now because I really don’t think he is quite ready to let go of college. He reminds me a lot of mike in that aspect--from the stories that Cara has told about Mike when he was younger. She always says that if she had met mike earlier than they wouldn’t be married because he just wasn’t ready for that... bringing me to my next point

I also question that if his whole “if I’m the one” reasoning is less of if I’m really the one or if he’s just not ready to look at a future.

For somebody that practically prides themselves in being realistic and practical, this decision just feels so random.

I have many other thoughts about this but I have to get things done today

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