#mod fright knight

[ectoberhaunt]

Are you doing the blog role play again this year? If so, is there going to be some kind of guidelines/rules post for what we can and cannot ask or interject into the blog’s ‘story’

Hello! Mod Clockwork here! To start off, we have the moderators and admins playing different characters this year to fit the theme a bit better! So long Nocturn and Fright Knight, they've been fully defeated.

Our characters for 2022 are:

Pandora (played by the lovely @princessfanonanona)

Clockwork (played by me, @kawaiijohn :3)

Danny (once again played by our beloved @summerssixecho)

Freakshow (played by returning @floralflowerpower)

Head Observant/Observants (played by @bubblegumbeech)

And now on to our roleplay ask guidelines:

The people running this blog cannot possibly answer every single question we get. We try to, but most of us are focusing on running the blog plus the discord as well as irl obligations and Halloween prep. Please understand.

Following rule 1, don't send us repeat questions about if your ask was received unless it was a non roleplay ask (aka rules clarifications/trigger warnings being missed).

Try to indicate it's a roleplay somewhere in the ask. If you would like a specific character/mod to answer, please indicate so we know. "hey Pandora/clockwork/ect"

This is a DP focused event. Asks about content from other media will not be answered. This includes crossovers.

We will not answer questions featuring or focused on OCs.

Only send rp asks to the @ectoberhaunt blog. Do not send rp asks to other blogs/bloggers, and don't @ other blogs/bloggers on our rp posts or in asks. We want people to interact in ways they're comfortable with, and directly @ ing random blogs/bloggers puts the spotlight on them without their consent.

Be polite and kind. This is a fun event and we might break character to use asks that push too far as examples of not what to send.

And that should be about it! Remember this is just for RP asks, this has nothing to do with how you fill your prompts.

So long as your idea is Danny Phantom focused, you can use your OCs or crossovers to fill the daily prompts.

#eh answers #eh originals #anonymous #mod clockwork #ooc #links 4 mobile #22 #ask guidelines

[julian-thirstposting]

Tungs by the frights reminds me of my wife Julian and that’s that

Do you think I’m cute?Well it’s too late to checkAnd I don’t careYou got your tongue against my neckDo you like my style?Have you seen my shoes?Cause they’ve been ripped to shitFrom walking the world for you

THAT’S THAT.

- Mod Knight

my sister said this is a good lucio song and i swear to god i— 

- mod handy 

ask us anything; Fridays at the Rowdy Raven

#fridays at the rowdy raven #ask #the arcana #julian devorak #julian x mc #mod knight

[followknight]

Here’s the little short Quirrel story anyway w/o the asker!

~Mod Abel

Not many find peace in their lives. Wrought with tragedy and stress, journeys through existence can be a struggle to travel, and even more so to heal from. Despite all the tragedy Quirrel was sure he had experienced, he couldn’t find the residual pain in him while he looked out over the beautiful, glowing lake. He had felt a bittersweet soreness with what he was sure was his last battle, and with letting go of a life he wasn’t sure he ever really owned. Yet, nothing left him feeling incomplete or lost; no lasting emotion. He could only hold onto a distant curiosity, like the person he may have been at one point was simply a storybook character. Just someone he needed to read the lines of in order to complete the ending. The soft, but familiar patter of steps alerted him to no longer being alone. He turned to look for the small knight he had seen some time ago. Hours? Days? It was hard to tell time with no more clocks. There was nothing among the scattering of insect shells and grassy shrubbery here. No foreboding Vessel that seemed to look through him to his inner thoughts. He turned back to the lake, and nearly jumped out of his own shell.

Ghost stood stiffly in front of him, blank and silent as the grave. Quirrel chuckled, both at himself and at Ghost’s very typical way of approaching people. Whether the little knight was aware of the fright they could give people or not, it was still funny.

“Again we meet, my short friend. Here, at last, I feel peace.” He sighed, glancing past Ghost and to the water. They turned ever so slightly, as if to acknowledge the lake, but stayed focused on Quirrel, who eyed them back. “Twice I’ve seen this world, and though my service may have stripped the first experience from me, I’m thankful I could witness its beauty again. Hallownest is a vast and wondrous thing, but in as many wonders as it holds, I’ve seen none quite so intriguing as you.” He hummed, leaning back on his hand.

Surprisingly, this earned him a -supposedly- curious head tilt from Ghost. Quirrel laughed again at his funny little friend, feeling his chest ache from the unusual effort. “My flattery returns only silent stoicism. I like that. I like that very much.” He admitted. There was then a moment of silence, Ghost staring intently at him with empty, yet full, eyes. Again, the feeling of being seen through. Quirrel would have wondered if the little creature was capable of seeing a dimension of others that he could not, where they scrutinized the true form and essence of those they met. But he didn’t really get the chance.

Ghost stepped forward, planting themselves next to Quirrel so their cloak, made of the soft scales of moths, pressed against Quirrel’s side. They lowered their head, staring at the granules of sandstone and shell bits on the ground. For the first time, Quirrel sensed some kind of… emotion? Maybe he was only searching for someone left to mourn him.

“Is something the matter, little knight?” He asked gently, staying still. Ghost angled their head, as if to ‘side eye’ him, which made Quirrel stifle and chuckle. “So gravely serious, aren’t you? Do not worry so. There is nothing left I could wish for, you know. This is where I want to be. A sight I always dreamed of seeing, even if I had only known so for a short time.” This didn’t seem to soothe the dark vibe from his friend, so Quirrel tried a different angle.

“You will understand it, quite soon I’m sure. It is a peace that you feel when you know what must be done, and what must be accepted. I cannot remember much, but somewhere in the depths of my thoughts, I know that what can be seen as weakness can also be used as strength. The feat you must achieve, you will not do alone.” Quirrel paused. “Like that gloriously exciting battle we shared. You’re quite the fighter, but that is not all you are.”

The air calmed, and Quirrel watched a small amount of the weight on the little knight’s shoulders lift. He looked back across the lake, and appreciated the company.

“I will miss you too, my friend.”

#shut up abel #words #hollow knight #the hollow knight

[ectoberhaunt]

Hey, uh, Phantom? Can you hear me? I was just carving this pumpkin for Halloween, but then it turned purple and started floating and glowing, and now it’s leaking this weird but really cool galaxy slime stuff? I kinda want to touch it... touch it? ̸̙͐t̵̎̆ŏ̷́ ̸͈̄ǜ̵ ̵̡͝c̷͊͛h̸̍̀ ̵̄̍ ̶͉̔i̵͋̆ ̷͚̔t̷̂͗ ̸̝̎.̶̑̈́ ̴̽͛.̷̊͊ ̶̩̂.̸̆̃

Part one

Fright knight watched in amusement as his chosen victim flopped over unconscious. 

He used the tip of his boot to flip them over. 

Their eyes were open, black, starry voids. 

His brother's plan had worked. 

He had to bring them back to the nightmare dimension before the dream dust wore off. 

Nocturn was clear about that. 

Humans could not be brought into or kept in the dream realm without it. 

Even soul shredder was coated in its poison. 

It's how Fright was able to keep his victims in the nightmare realm once the blade sent them there. 

The knight picked the young human up and slung them over his shoulder like a loose sack of potatoes.  Their arms and legs dangled freely, their limp body jostled with every slight movement. 

Fright was impressed with just how potent his brother's dust was. The human almost seemed dead.  

He unsheathed Soul shredder with his free hand and used it to cut open a portal to the nightmare dimension. 

Unlike typical portals to the zone, This one glowed a dark oozing purple. 

Goo dripped from the opening onto the poorly lit sidewalk and seeped into the cracks of the concrete. 

The ectoplasm here was not like the kind found in the rest of the realms. 

Here it was hungry and violent. 

Only those with solid wills could avoid becoming one with its endless mass of feral and frightening energy. 

It often churned like an angry night sky showcasing the thousands of cores that had fallen victim to it, becoming a never-ending maze of potent emotional energy that was able to mimic even the most horrific of worst fears. 

This was the more primal and cruel part of the zone. 

The part that both humans and ghosts feared because of its brutal and cold chaos. 

Even King Dark could not tread here. 

He tried to once.....

It did not end well.  

Fright sighed as he crossed the threshold. 

The ectoplasm lovingly cradled him before forming a solid walkway. 

He and his brother were the only beings this part of the realms treated kindly, and that was because they were born here. 

This part of the infinite realms was their creator.

They were weaved from its darkness like stars forming in a nebula. 

Each set aside for a specific purpose. 

Each embodying a core element of its nature. 

And with any luck, they would have a new little brother soon. 

If only that brother would stop fighting and give in. 

Fright smiled when he met Phantom's terrified eyes. 

The boy was trapped in the web-y darkness of the ectoplasm like he had been before. 

The boy's hair was matted with sweat. 

The dark bags under his eyes made them look sunken in. 

He was breathing heavy, no doubt from fighting the void. 

Danny's green eyes seemed to be permanently glued to the lifeless body on his shoulder. 

"Y-yo-you didn't." Danny's desperate voice warbled as tears came to his eyes. "Please tell me they're not d-dead." 

"Hardly." Nocturn materialized out of the darkness with a laugh. "But if you don't cooperate....well...that can be arranged." 

Danny's breath quickened, his body trembled as his green eyes darted between them and their prisoner. 

Fright smiled as he watched more of the ectoplasmic goo slowly climb Danny's body. He could already see where it was mutating the normal ectoplasm. 

Danny winced, screwing his eyes shut as the change took place. 

Fright felt a twinge of sympathy for his new brother. 

He remembered the pain.

"you should just give in. It will hurt less if you just let it happen." Fright assured. 

Danny gritted his teeth and flared his eyes a brighter green. 

"Sure, when pigs fly." He snarled, trying to keep his voice even despite the tears leaking down his face. 

"Or," Nocturn stuck a finger under bib's chin and tilted their head up so Danny could see their black starry eyes. "When your freinds die."

"No...." Danny was quickly overcome with fear again. 

Fright could feel it wafting off the boy in waves.  

"Then don't fight it." Nocturn practically purred, a cruel smile stretched across his face. He moved to comfort Danny, running his fingers through the young boy's hair. "Don't you just want to rest, little brother?"

Fright watched as Nocturn weaved a cloud of dream dust around Danny's head. 

"You can still protect your family if you give in. Our family, that is. One that you won't have to lie to. We know what you are. You are a thing that shouldn't exist. A thing of chaos. That's why you belong here with us. we are your true family." 

"M-my family." Danny relaxed into the ooze that was slowly consuming him, his eyes growing heavy. 

"That's it." Nocturn cooed. "Sweet Dreams, little brother. Let the void take you. It's a blessing, not a curse. You can trust me, I promise."

Fright watched as the ooze consumed the rest of the boy's body, cocooning him.  

Nocturne stepped away to let the void do its work. 

"When he wakes, he will be ready."  Nocturn mused aloud. 

"What if the people of amity finish the banishing ritual before Allhallowtide?" Fright asked. He was worried. The city had been showing its teeth, no thanks to the welp over his shoulder. 

"They won't," Nocturn spoke with a confidence that Fright wished he had given the situation. "If we take the rest of their leaders. The movement will crumble. You should get ready. I need you to grab a few more humans." 

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By @floralflowerpower

#Danny Phantom #void!Danny #mod fright knight #ectoberhaunt answers #cw body horror #cw unreality #long post #eh prose #knight terrors #eh originals #bibliophilea

[ectoberhaunt]

You have 13 days

13 days till the sword is pulled,

Till the knight has been let loose,

He will come bearing unwanted truths,

Soon you shall see things you wish had stayed hidden,

His sword damning all it's bitten,

Your hero is here but is in need,

Will you aid him with your stories please?

Complete the prompts before Allhallows tide

And maybe we will all survive

#ectober month #ectober 2021 #Danny Phantom #hope your all ready #mod fright knight #ectoberhaunt 2021 #eh prose #eh originals #unreality cw #ectoberhaunt21

[ectoberhaunt]

GAH! THERE'S A SPOODER IN MY ROOM! PLS HELP ME DEFEAT THE SPOODER! OH NO IT CALLED FOR REINFORCEMENTS!!

Danny jolted awake at the sound of the screams.

His body was heavier than usual. He couldn't move...

Danny looked down to see his lower half was completely consumed by a dark ooze. It was a shimmering black with purple highlights.

It almost reminded him of -

Cold fear overwhelmed his core as he remembered what happened.

Nocturn had won.

Which meant.

Panic seized Danny as he realized the screaming had to be from one of Amity's citizens.

They were in danger.

No one harmed what was his

Anger swelled through him as ice coated the ooze.

His eyes flared a deep blue as he struggled to break free.

Finally, the ooze gave way and shattered like glass.

Danny wasted no time.

He quickly took off in the direction of the screams.

It was dark. Even with a lit ectoblast, he could hardly see in front of him.

The darkness wasn't normal. It almost seemed to be alive.

The screams seemed to move and change directions.

But that shouldn't be possible...

Unless it shifted in the same manner as the more dangerous parts of the ghost zone did.

Was that black ooze ectoplasm?

He'd never seen it that color before.

"I see my brother was not jesting when he said he managed to drag you here."

Danny whirled around.

"Fright?"

The old ghost of Halloween was surrounded by the purple glow of his flaming cape and helmet.

The flames somehow made everything Darker.

Almost like the dead knight was consuming light itself.

"Welcome to my domain, my soon-to-be Squire." Fright chuckled Darkly.

"Now I thought we were going to share him, brother?" Nocturn materialized from the dark.

Oh, this wasn't good.

Danny swallowed. He barely beat them separately, let alone together.

"I don't know what that S-word means, but I don't want anything to do with either of you." Danny growled.

"Little late for that, my dear boy. Did you not notice?" Nocturn gestured to Danny's legs.

Danny gasped when he got a look at himself.

His legs looked like they were cut from the same cloth as Nocturn's body.

Danny panicked and tried to wipe his legs clear of it, but it wouldn't come off.

Nocturn and Fright broke into peels of laughter.

Suddenly the screaming stopped moving.

Danny's obsession sobered him of his fear faster than anything ever could.

He quickly realized. Wherever he was, it was at the beck and call of his two captors.

This may be the only chance he had to save his citizen.

Danny bolted.

He was finally able to locate the screams.

He burst out from the total darkness into what looked like a well-lit basement that was absolutely teeming with spiders.

He looked up to see a person hyperventilating on top of their washing machine. Trying desperately to swat spiders away with a twirled towel.

Danny quickly grabbed them and hovered above the army of arachnids.

"Phantom?" They gasped. Their shock momentarily overriding their fear.

Danny was about to answer but was cut short when they started screaming again.

Spiders were now falling from the ceiling and swarming them.

Soon their bodies were quickly covered in a layer of tiny spiders.

Danny cursed and turned intangible. The spiders fell through them.

The person he was now cradling was in tears.

"Hey, hey," Danny called softly. Trying to get them to calm down enough to listen. "What's your name?"

"Bib," they choked out. "What the hell is going on?"

"I think you're stuck in a nightmare. A bad ghost is trying to trap people here for some reason. I don't know why." Danny explained as he tried to remember what happened. Everything from before he woke up was blurry. "He trapped me here too, but...I don't remember...."

"WAIT, so that was you?" Bib cut Phantom off.

"What was me?" Danny asked.

"There was a message on one of Amity's popular blogs. It said it was Phantom, and you needed help with stories and art or something--."

"The Banishing rights!!!" Danny's memory hit him like a truck. "There was an old temple here with writing on the walls. I am pretty sure it was in ghost speak --."

"Ghost speak?"

"I'm telling you about a temple while spiders are falling through us, and you're worried about ghost speak?"

"Sorry."

"Anyway, it said if you created some form of art- Stories, Paintings, drawings comics, etc.- per day in October for a specific prompt list. It could banish both Nocturn and Fright! Something about reclaiming the night...I don't remember the exact wording. But I do know I managed to get the prompt list through!" Danny went wide-eyed. "And if you wake up. You can tell everyone in Amity to do it!"

"How do I wake up, though?" Bib asked.

Danny thought back to the last time Nocturn had attacked.

"I'll have to shock you awake." Danny mused out loud.

"What?"

Danny didn't answer.

"Wake up!" Danny snarled through bared fangs, his eyes turned solid green.

Bib startled awake in their bed.

Quickly checking the room for spiders and evil ghost boys.

They shakenly switched on their nightstand lamp.

It was just a dream...

They sighed and took in a deep breath.

It was a dream.

Worry ate at them as they remembered what happened.

They quickly got out of bed and booted up their computer, and jumped into their favorite group chat.

@13thcat tell me if you think I'm crazy, but I think Phantom is in trouble........

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By @floralflowerpower

#danny phantom #Mod Fright Knight #Ectober21 #unreality cw #bibliophilea #knight terrors #long post #eh originals #eh answers #eh prose

[ectoberhaunt]

Free at last!!!!!

I hope you mortals are prepared

#danny phantom #ectober21 #ectoberhaunt 2021 #mod fright knight #flashing gif #gif #flashing lights #gif warning #eh prose #eh originals #ectoberhaunt21

[ectoberhaunt]

Anyone else worried about Phantom? I’m starting to worry about Phantom…

"Phantom," Fright chuckled. "They're worried about you."

Danny tilted his head to the side, his solid green eyes almost seemed empty as he considered what his brother said.

The boy's body shifted and churned like the void he was reborn from.

He looked down at his hands for a second in thought.

He felt good.

He grinned slowly before turning his attention back to his brother.

"Why are they worried?" He said as he held his hands up for his brother to see. "Ȋ̴̝ ̴͓̊ a̴̘͑m̶̟̊ ̶̡̽ṁ̶̞ã̵̳d̵̤̐e̵̦̚ ̵̪͆o̸̦͂f̴̲̓ ̵̱͗ s̶͉̈t̶̘̐a̵̩͒r̴͉̾s̷̯̅ ̷̭͋ n̶̨̛ọ̵̾w̷̧̆.̴͉͋"

#Mod fright knight #cw unreality #danny phantom #Text reads: I am made of stars now #zalgo text #eh answers #eh prose #eh originals #anonymous

[ectoberhaunt]

phantom!! don’t give in. you can’t. you gotta keep on fighting it

we’ll definitely complete the rites before All Hallow’s Eve, we just need a little mo-

wait, what’s tha-

holy s h i t

Part 1 Part 2 << Read here.

Flo screeched and jerked as she tried to free herself from Fright's Iron grip.

The dark knight had grabbed her from behind and rooted her from her office chair.

"Stop your struggling," Fright growled as he wedged her further into the crook of one of his giant arms. He used his free hand to undo the bag of Dream dust that was attached to his side.

"No," Flo growled, her hand tightening around her drawing stylus. She Needed to get free. This ghost could kill her, and she knew that. In her panic, her brain did the only thing that made logical sense at the time. She stabbed the knight in the face with her pen.

Fright yelped- both out of shock and pain- and dropped her to the floor.

Flo quickly scrambled to her feet and bolted out of her bedroom and down the steps.

Her heart was hammering in her chest as she slid to a stop in her kitchen. She quickly yanked open the cabinet that her parents kept their ecto-gun safe in.

Her hands trembled as she tried to dial in the safe's code.

Nothing was working.

She couldn't remember the code.

She buried her face in her hands for a second before running them through her hair as she tried to think of a backup plan.

"BRAT!!" the knight roared from upstairs.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." She cursed as she made a beeline for the front door. She needed to put as much distance as she could between her and that ghost as possible. If she made it outside, she might have a fighting chance.

Maybe she coul-

Her thoughts screeched to a halt when she fell to the ground with a thud.

Anger swept through her.

"If I freaking survived this, I am going to shove my brother's shoes down his throat." She hissed. Something caught her eye as she pushed herself up off the floor.

A bat was poking out of the umbrella bin by the door. Half of the 'Fentonworks' logo was visible from the side of it.

Fenton meant it could mess up a ghost.

She grinned.

Good.

She quickly pulled it from the bin as she bolted out the front door and bounded down the stone steps that led up to her house.

She paused for a second at the foot of them as she tried to think of where to go.

THE PARK

The park had a safe zone that was surrounded by blood blossoms.

It was an evacuation area people could run to for safety during ghost attacks if they were too far from a building with a ghost shield.

Flo picked up her pace, her chest heaving as she ran.

Luckily she lived close to the park.

If she could keep up her endurance, she might just be okay.

She finally reached her destination.

Her legs burned as bad as her lungs did as she ran through the entrance.

The park was poorly lit, and the blood moon overhead made everything darker.

She tried to push past her paranoia as she plunged through the darkest parts of the park.

Every instinct was telling her to stay where there were still lights.

But she knew if she did, there was a high probability that she would get captured or worse.

She didn't understand why this ghost was after her. But she had a sinking feeling it was because of Phantom.

She had been trying to reach him through the blog Phantom had been posting on.

Everyone in amity was worried about him since he disappeared.

The blog had seemed to be the only way to reach him.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she saw the edge of the evacuation area.

The blood blossoms almost looked black under the light of the blood moon.

She was almost safe!

She didn't know whether to laugh or to cry, but she was so happy.

That happiness was short-lived when purple flames sprung to life in front of her.

She barely had enough time to stop. She almost barreled headfirst into them.

Her heart was hammering in her chest as tears welled in her eyes.

No, no, no, no, no-no.

She was so so so close.

She shook her head.

This couldn't be happing.

A deep and terrifying laugh filled the night air.

Flo spun on her heels and brought her bat up to a ready position. Her trembling hands had an iron grip on the base of it.

Her legs shook- both out of fear and exhaustion-as she stared down the ghost who had hunted her like prey.

He dropped from the air and landed on his feet without a noise.

The Dark knight seemed to find her last stand to be amusing.

"Do you really think that bat is going to do anything?" He asked. The ghost didn't seem to have a mouth, but Flo could hear his condescending smile.

"Yeah." Flo took a breath as she steeled herself over. "I may still lose, but at least I'll get to make you hurt a little."

"Oh," Fright chuckled darkly. "Well, aren't you the brave and resourceful one. I will admit. Of your friends that my brother and I have captured. You are certainly the most annoying."

Flo's heart skipped a beat.

"My friends? What friends?" A knot of anxiety formed in her stomach as she thought back to all of the ignored messages she had sent to KC and bib. They hadn't texted her back in days. Even Rivers was starting to get worried.

"Given the sudden spike in your fear. I think you know exactly what, friends." Fright unsheathed soul shredder and stepped into a fighting stance. "Don't worry, young one. I am going to make sure you see them again."

Fright launched forward and swung his sword down with a clean yet powerful strike.

Flo just barely managed to roll out of the way. The blade of the knight's sword sunk into the grass. The green metal reflected the wall of purple flames in front of it.

Flo got back to her feet. Her legs were shaking with adrenalin now.

In the back of her mind, she knew this was a losing battle, but she was going to go down swinging.

She took advantage of the knight's misfortune and launched forward. She managed to get a clean strike in with her bat, straight to the knight's head.

She struck him so hard that his helmet flew clean off his head, causing him to stagger backward, dropping his sword in the process.

Flo tried to not get distracted by the knight's now flame engulfed head. She didn't want to see what he looked like.

She knew she wouldn't be able to handle it.

So instead, she closed her eyes and kept swinging frantically.

Each swing was enough to knock the knight back just a little more.

Finally, on her last swing, she got a good clean shot to his head again.

Fright howled in pain and fell to his knees.

Flo quickly circled back around to grab the knight's sword while he was still recovering from her hit.

Surely a ghostly weapon could do more damage.

Hope bloomed in her chest as she reached out to grab the hilt of the sword, but the moment her hand touched the weapon's cold metal she was overwhelmed with terror and sleep.

She started hyperventilating as she fell to her hands and knees. She tried to fight how heavy her eyes were getting, but she couldn't keep them open.

She collapsed onto the grass, her heart hammering in her chest as she watched Fright get closer and closer to her with every blink.

She couldn't will her body to move no matter how much she desperately wanted to.

She watched as the knight picked his now dented helmet up off the ground and put it back over his head.

He then angrily pulled a small bag off of his waist.

"You deserve the nightmares I am about to give you." He said cooly as he stood over her. "Your lucky My brother's dream dust will at least combat the sleep paralysis you are experiencing from touching my blade."

Flo watched in silent terror as the knight poured some galaxy-colored dust onto the palm of one of his hands. It lost its color and became flakey and brittle the moment it touched the knight's hand. Tiny purple embers sparked off the dust like it was the ash of a dying fire.

The knight crouched down and blew it directly into her face.

His cracked green eyes were the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness and slipped into a night terror of the ghost's own crafting.

Fright closed the bag of dream dust and tied it back to his waist before he slung Flo over his shoulder with one arm.

He then stood up and pulled his sword from the ground.

He kicked Flo's bat into the wall of purple flames. He was hoping to see it burn.

But it didn't.

Instead, it sat in his flames, completely unblemished.

He growled.

This human was more trouble than she was worth.

But at least she would no longer be a threat.

By @floralflowerpower

#danny phantom #unreality cw #mod fright knight #eh originals #eh prose #eh answers #long post #knight terrors #floq

[ectoberhaunt]

Can I speak off anon, or would that result in an immediate kidnapping?

You are totally welcome to speak off of anon.

Just to be clear all of the story roles are planned.

Only @13thdoodle @bibliophilea @five-rivers @floq are prisoners and they are in on the story we are telling.

You guys are welcome to send in asks to taunt us villains or encourage Danny and the prisoners 💖

Anyone participating in ectober is considered a citizen of amity 💕💖

We do just want to make it clear though that this isn't really a RPG blog or an ask blog.

So we ask that no one try to ask anything from the perspective of an oc or ghostsona

Don't get us wrong we love OCs and ghostsonas

Heck if you follow me on my main blog @floralflowerpower you'd know that I typically gush over both. 💖

This blog is meant to be a bit of a thank you to the phandom as a whole.

Everyone is so talented and creative and amazing and bright💖

And we wanted to create a place to show that here💖

While also having a little fun and giving you guys a common goal.

Every bit of content you make for ectober helps free void Danny just a bit more.

And me and the other mods @kawaiijohn and @summerssixecho are so excited to see so much involvement from everyone. 💖

Heck I think I've reblog a ton of the content submissions back to my own blog while screaming in all caps in the tags about how good your work was. 💖

You all are great💖

Please feel free to send asks. Just also know we might take a little to respond because we have to get into character.

And also know only the people tagged in this post are part of the over all story.

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[ectoberhaunt]

But the ghost boy has an ice core, he hardly needs help in chilling out. You only seem interested in your own dreams, not his, nor his allies... A curse can be dispelled, no matter how much you insist it is a blessing. Or how you claim you only need so many.

Brave words for one that hides their face.

And such a small minded view on the world as well.

A curse is a blessing from the perspective of the hand that cast it.

I gained a new brother this night. Truly, a blessing worth celebrating.

And you patronize me for forcing my will upon his?

Do you even know what he dreams of?

How desperately he has wanted nothing more then to explore the stars.

My brother Nocturn does.

We are not the ones that crushed that dream.

We are not the ones he sacrifices his wellbeing and livelihood for.

Nocturn may know his dreams, but I know his fear...

Tell me anon, are you sure you aren't the true curse?

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[ectoberhaunt]

The Void this, The Void that! What are you, children of Sithis and our Unholy Matron?!

Wait, that can't be it. You two are way too lame to be the Dread Father's kids. Seriously, unless I can find the Night Mother and my fellow dark siblings in there, this "void" of yours is unworthy of Phantom. Though sure as Oblivion more than worthy of you two idiots I'm certain.

Fright Knight scoffed as he read the insult over once again.

"A brave Mortal." He turned his attention to Nocturn. "Will my Scop from her room of words. It is time for Her voice to rectify this. Like a river sweeping away garbage."  

Nocturn smiled and waved a glowing hand.

 

Suddenly a humanoid figure burst through the void's thick ectoplasm and collapsed to their knees at their feet.

 

The webby purple and black goo clung to her form like shackles weighing down a criminal. Though this soul has done nothing wrong.

The Person's hair was tangled and her clothes torn.

Her eyes were dark starry voids of their own.

"Defend your masters." Fright commanded.

Rivers eyes turned a solid glowing blue, and so did her lips as she spoke.

"Mortal, be careful of the games you play,

Fantasy is my Master's way,

And soon will lead you swift astray.

What use does the

V

O

I

D

Have for murder?

Begone, they are no Observer, Waiting to kill a child.

(Or four more.)

We are a family at our core."

Poem by @five-rivers

Fic bit by @floralflowerpower

Click the word scop for info 

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[ectoberhaunt]

Skin!? You guys have skin!?🤣

Would you rather I not?

I feel like my creator was doing you a favor. Imagine how much more of a terror I could be without it.

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[ectoberhaunt]

Thanks foe answering my other questions! I have two more!

Since Fright is sort of sealed away, is he dreaming? What does he dream of?

Also, does the Master of Dreams dream himself? What of?

My brother Fright is the embodiment of fear, my dear.

Much like myself and the other ancient masters, he does not dream.

It comes with the territory of being a sempiternal.

Dreams are for those who have lived, like yourself.

Would you like one?

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[ectoberhaunt]

One that hides their face, huh? We've got reason to! We're not the thug going around kidnapping people, and yet I don't think we've ever seen *you* without your helmet and shadows. What're *you* hiding your face for? Surely the *great* Fright Knight isn't *scared* of a bunch of *humans...* are you?

"HAHAH HAHHA

Finally a human with a spine.

oh I love ones like you, your fear is always more potent when you finally give in to it.

Jack, mmm A sturdy name.

I knew a Jack once. He was quite a stingy fellow.

Hopefully you aren't as much of an annoyance as he was......

But you match his wit.

Calling me out.

I suppose I could show my face."

Fright lifted his helmet and black smoke billowed out from under it in whisps before igniting in a purple flame that wafted off his charcoal colored face.

His green eyes weren't eyes, but a set of cracked green cores that were nestled in his empty sockets.

The rest of his face was featureless, like a piece of freshly smothered coal.

"Do you like my eyes?" He chuckled " The void gifted them to me itself."

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[ectoberhaunt]

You have one week left, before we take back our friends. 2 of you and 5 stolen... meanwhile, there's 131 of us. 537 Tricks, 536 Treats, and we still have 7 more days... How many rites do you think we'll have, by the end? Even the void can't keep this up forever.

Bib read the words over again.

One week left?

Seven days.

That wasn't right.

No Allhallowstide was closer than that.

Numbers don't lie.

They always make sense.

This place didn't.

They watched as schools of fish that were made of varying numbers swam past them.

Bib was pretty sure they were underwater, yet they could breathe.....

Panic seized Bib as they tried to remember where they were and what was going on.

"Phantom." They breathed out in cold realization. "I was trying to find...."

They glanced around.

"This has to be a dream, like last time."

The only question was, how would they wake themselves up? And where was Phantom?

Bib glanced around the underwater room again. Taking in all the colorful numbers that made up the world of their new prison.

This prison was made of numbers...

Bib liked math...but they didn't want to stay here.

They stared hard at the chalkboard wall that the message appeared on.

"Every system has something that can't be proven within it. Doesn't matter how perfect the math is - there's something within that system that doesn't work. Even if the system is math itself! This is what Gödel's incompleteness theorems are all about. That's why we can't talk about the set of all sets that don't contain themselves - because does it contain itself? Or does it not?"

The room flickered for a moment, belying the void and cores that powered it. The creatures made of math fizzled briefly before returning to their original state. The books fluttered in their piles like nervous clams on the seafloor.

Bib smiled. This reality didn't like following rules.

"This world is made of math. Beautiful, incredible, amazing math. But... math is imperfect. Math has flaws." Bib paused as the room rumbled. The desk holding their podcasting gear collapsed. Some of the wandering whale sharks and math cats crumbled.  The piles of books fell over, spilling their secrets onto the floor and setting them loose. Those secrets fluttered and twisted in circles around Bib before slamming into their head. Gushing through their brain like an untamed thought.

They were powerful reminders- reasons to live, reasons to die, reasons to not die yet, reasons why they were here in the first place.......They remembered...

Bib took three steps to the wall, each step punctuated by the fritzing of the room and by their words: "Math. Isn't. Everything."

Bib ripped the zero that made up one of the nearby math cat's heads, causing the creature to fall apart.

The zero hardened over in their hands and took on a golden glow. They slipped it over their right hand like brass knuckles.  

Bib took a breath as they curled their hand into a fist and lifted it up into a striking position. The world shuddered with raising awareness.

"You can't do everything in math. There are rules. There are things you are expressly forbidden from doing." Bib slammed their fist into the wall as hard as they could. The world around them flickered briefly into the darkness of the void before returning to breathable ocean and math. There were cracks in the world, now - cracks that spanned the walls. Ones that gave the briefest glimpse at the unsettling reality of where they were.  Bib pulled back their balled fist again. Determination burned through their entire being.

"And what's the one thing every math teacher says you shouldn't do?" Bib shouted as they slammed their fist into the wall again. "Divide by zero!"

Their battle cry rang out loudly around them as they watched their fake world shatter crumble into ooze and sand.

It no longer looked like a dreamy paradise but rather a sad, smooshed sand castle.

Its fragile walls were no longer hiding them from the truth.

Bib jumped over what was left of the crumbling wall. Leaving behind the ruins of their dream prison in favor of the dark reality of the void.  

The zero wrapped around their hand started glowing a brighter gold. Soon it was bright enough to use to see in the dark.

It illuminated a short pathway.

Bib paused.

Should they take it?

This place was a maze designed to keep people placated and content so they wouldn't fight for their freedom anymore.

Bib wasn't sure they could trust a solution that presented itself so simply.

But then again, Bib didn't have a choice.

It was the only path from what they could tell.

They had to take it and hope for the best.  

Bib followed the path a long while as it twisted and turned. Eventually, it stopped in front of 4 doors.

Each was set differently from the other. Like the doors had their own personality.

Bib studied the doors carefully.

There was something familiar about them...

Bib couldn't place why, but the answer seemed to be just out of reach. Itching at the back of their mind.

They reached out for the first door.

The handle was wet.

Bib quickly pulled their hand away to find it was covered in what looked like water-colored paint.

Bib didn't know how to process that.

Why paint?

"What are you doing?"

Bib jumped and spun around.

Eyes locking with a semi-familiar Black figure.

"Phantom..?" Bib questioned out loud as they pressed themselves against the wet paint of the door.

"You know me?" The ghost asked. He tilted his head to the side in confusion. The cores that now replaced his eyes rotated in their slots with the sudden movement.

Bib felt bile climb their throat at the sight.

They remembered how Phantom's body had been turning black from the waist down the last time they saw him. Now it looked like he had been entirely consumed by it. His body was a void in its own right.

"Are you a friend of my brothers?" Phantom grinned, light showing from his open mouth. "Like Fright's pet scop, maybe?"

Bib had no idea what that meant, was Phantom compromised? He didn't look like himself.

"Y-yes." Bib scrambled for something to say. "I was actually looking for the scop!"

"Oh, well, that's the wrong door then, silly!" Phantom chirped. He grabbed hold of Bib's hand. Bib's face grimaced at the feeling of Phantoms new form. It didn't feel normal. His grip was cold and slimy.

But they didn't get to dwell on that thought too much. Phantom had suddenly pulled them into another door that led to a vast forest.

Bib's mouth hung open as they took in the new scenery.

The forest was made entirely of birch trees and encompassed in fog.

Bib watched glowing orbs and wisps float leisurely through the branches like birds twittering on a summer morning.

There was the sound of moving water, but Bib couldn't pinpoint where the sound was coming from.

Marigolds and spider lilies sprouted from the forest floor.

"We should take the long way!" Danny shouted, his grin only growing. "All the doors in the void are connected! I can show you my other new friends, too."

Bib almost tripped as Phantom pulled them forward in excitement. Like a kid impatiently trying to drag a sibling to see something remarkable.

"Floq lives here with Scop Rivers!"

Bib felt like they had been punched in the stomach. Those were the names of some of their best friends.

Their mind flashed back to the door with the wet paint.

KC......

Were they all trapped here?

Suddenly the room rocked like it was struck by an earthquake.

Bib tripped and fell to the ground. Adrenaline seared through their veins as they looked up to see phantom collapsed to his knees.

He was screaming and clutching at the side of his head as what looked like marigold petals covered his feet and wrapped them in light.

The petals whispered.

Bib could only just make out their words.

They were telling stories.

The rites.

Realization swept through Bib as they got to their feet and stumbled over to hug Phantom.

The rites were working. AJ and the rest of amity were coming through.  

Phantom whimpered in their embrace, burying his face in their sweatshirt as he rode out the painful transformation.

Suddenly the glowing petals fell to the ground. Flaking off of Phantom's feet to reveal a pair of white boots.

Fright and Nocturn were losing.

Bib was suddenly flooded with determination. They felt the zero around their knuckles warm up. It was glowing like before.

Bib smiled.

It was time to save their friends and bust Phantom out of here.  

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End of part one of the finale. 

Fic bit by @floralflowerpower

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