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Neon

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ao3

theres no canon characters in this theyre all ocs but thats fine

Neil was running. He had had to throw himself out of his bedroom window because he was finishing up reading something when he heard the door slam open downstairs and the pounding of feet were heard coming up the stairs. 

“Come on! We’ve found another one with an ecto-signature!” They shouted. 

Ever since his near death experience in high school, something had been different but he’d never been able to exactly distinguish it. All he’d known was that a lot of the ghosts that didn’t know him were more prone to talking to him and he was allowed inside Old Man McConald’s house now. 

Just before his door had been slammed open Neil had made it out his window and down the tree to the ground. He started running.

All around him were ghosts flocking from all over the place. They seemed to all be heading in the same direction. He didn’t know who those goons in his house were, but he did know he was probably better off going wherever the ghosts were headed to. 

They all turned around a corner and as he followed behind them he saw the ghosts diving into a swirling, green vortex. He stopped running and held back. What was that? That looked like it could be radioactive. 

A ghost came running up from behind him. Grabbing onto his arm and trying to pull him with them. They were pleading at him with their eyes and he could once again hear the pounding of feet coming from behind them. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It’s not like he had a choice right now. There wasn’t enough time for him to get anywhere, especially not with these guys tracking them. Whatever this portal led to had to be better than the situation they were currently in. 

He started running forward, the ghost still holding onto his arm, and together they jumped in. 

As soon as he entered he felt gravity pull him down and he looked down so he could see where he was placing his feet, but there was no ground. Just endless swirls of green. 

Panicking, he started struggling. The ghost pulled him up and carried him bridal style as they flew deeper into this mysterious world. 

The sky was black but it was filled with many swirling looking clouds of many shades of green, some of them a bright neon color that seemed to illuminate the entire endless space they were traveling through. He was staring at a purple door when he felt the ghost suddenly shift. He turned his head to see they were heading to a floating island. 

Once he was set down, he looked around. And to his surprise he saw other humans. How many of them had “ecto-signatures”? 

As he kept studying the other humans that were here with him, his gaze landed on a familiar pair. His eyes widened and he ran over to them, throwing himself at his friend Troy, wrapping his arms around the other boy.

“Guys! What are you doing here? What’s happening in town?”

Troy hugged him back and Victoria spoke up beside them. “Those goons are capturing ghosts and trying to kidnap people they think are ecto-contaminated.”

“Yeah, but what are you guys doing here?” Neil asked. 

“Part ghost.” Victoria said calmly before disappearing for a second and reappearing a moment later. “I have an ecto-signature so they came after me when I was visiting Mr. McConald.”

“Part ghost?”

“I’m here because she came to find me and tell me what happened.” Troy said. “She was going to leave without me but I wanted to come with. I couldn’t bear to not know what was happening.”

While his mind was still reeling at the “part ghost” mention, another heavy thought fell on his shoulders. “What do we do now? It’s not like we can go back. We won’t know when they’re gone.”

Victoria looked down. “I don’t know. We could find a portal that takes us out somewhere else or stay in here. But.” She said, pulling something from her bag. “I was to start with this.”

She held a device in her hand that she studied for a moment before pressing a button on the side. Out from the opening on it, a swirling blue blob came out and it formed into a ghost that Neil recognized.

“McConald? How?” 

“This thing captures ghosts. They were gonna try to take him with it. I figured if they could take him, so could I, so I brought him with me.” Victoria said. 

Old Man McConald looked around. “So this is the ghost zone. I’ve never had the pleasure to come here before.”

Neil watched as Old Man McConald looked at the three of them. He sighed and gestured for them to follow him. 

“Let’s go see if any of the other ghosts have any idea what we’re going to do with you kids.”

#gorgi writes #dannymay2021 #dannymay21 #dannymay #danny phantom #neil roaf #victoria cavanaugh #troy simpleton #old man mcconald #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #phic #ocs #still wish i named neil neil roach #thatd wouldve been so funny #neon

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Ghost Hunters

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Warnings: violence, injury

page break we miss u pls come home. gary come home

Victoria knocked on the decaying front door of the abandoned house on Raven Road. The door blew open softly and she walked inside and headed up the stairs to a room on the right side of the hallway. As she approached the door she knocked again and was greeted by a croaky old voice with a slight echo to it.

“Come in, come in, Victoria.”

“Hey, Mr. McConald.” She said, dropping her bag onto the floor and walking over to the empty seat across from his rocking chair. “How have you been?”

He shrugged, looking out the window at the sunset in the sky. “As good as a spirit trapped in their haunt can be. What about you? How have your classes been?”

“Good, good. We just had exams. Done with my junior year of college. Soon I’ll be out in the world making some change.” A triumphant grin spread across her face.

“That’s good.” Mr. McConald smiled. “Do you have any idea where you’ll go after school?”

Victoria’s smile fell and her gaze dropped to the floor, choosing to follow the grain of the wood floor instead of meeting the ghost’s eyes. 

“No… But I know it’ll be out of town. A bigger city probably.”

Looking back up, she saw him nodding his head, staring out the window again. 

“Wherever you go, dear, can you promise me you’ll be safe?”

“I-”

Victoria was cut off by the sudden whirring of helicopters filling the warm air outside. She could see a few separating off in the distance through the window and then she heard the sounds of feet landing on the roof.

Looking back at Mr. McConald she opened her mouth to ask a question but she was interrupted. 

“Run.”

After that, Mr. McConald’s body began to grow and deform, taking on a bluer and more ghostly appearance than the one she’d been sitting with seconds ago. He roared and stormed out of the room and she heard him clambering up to the attic. She ran after him but as soon as she cleared the doorway she was met with a man in a white suit with a device in his hand. 

“A civilian is in the house, sir.” The machine beeped as he pointed it at her. “She has an ecto-signature. Proceeding with ecto-decontaminating procedure ninety-three.”

She jerked away as he tried to grab her wrist. A moment later Mr. McConald barreled the agent over, turning around to do the same to another that came up behind him. 

Another agent broke through the window behind the staircase, firing a gun-a gun?- at him. He screamed and screamed so loud. The sound broke Victoria’s heart and she covered her ears. Tears sprang to her eyes and they squeezed shut. When she opened them again she could see an unconscious, humanoid, Mr. McConald laying on the ground beneath them. The agent held up another device, different from the weapon he fired, and pointed it at the old man.

“No!” Victoria screamed, rushing forward to wretch the thing out of the man’s hands. 

“What are you doing to him?!”

“Your town is infested with these vermin. They’re everywhere. We’re here to remove the ecto-contamination.”

A device at his waist beeped and he picked it up to study it before looking back at her.

“That includes you.”

He lunged forward, trying to grab at her, but fell through her onto the floor below. 

“Don’t touch me!” She yelled. 

Victoria knelt down beside him and grabbed his wrist, phasing it into the floor beneath him. His screams permeated the air as she stood back up and studied the device in her hands.

He had pointed it at Mr. McConald once he fell to the floor unconscious, as if he were about to shoot it. 

Turned back to him she barked a question.

“What does this thing do?”

He held his tongue until she kicked him in the stomach. He gasped for air.

“What does it do?” She grit out.

“It- it traps the ghosts.” He panted.

She turned back around and studied the containment device. There was a large, red button and she pointed at Mr. McConald on the floor and pressed it. 

A swirl on blue light sucked him into the container until all the was left was settled dust in the shape of how he laid. 

Turning back towards Mr. McConald’s room, she retrieved her bag and shouldered it on, walking past the agent on the floor. 

Just as she rounded the railing to go down the stairs, pain bloomed from a spot on her leg. Looking down, a scorch mark welling up with brown fluid dripped down her leg. 

“Don’t think you can get away from us, you flea.”

Tears welled up in her eyes again as she looked at the snake on the floor.

“Don’t think you can find me, bastard.”

And with that, she disappeared from sight.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #world building week #phic #victoria cavanaugh #old man mcconald #giw #ok #i know #the giw were the only canon characters in this #BUT I LOVE THEM OK #the whole time i was writing this i kept syaing victoria over and over again #cuz idk her story yet #so im flabbergasted #hhhhhhhhhhhh #help ive fallen in love with my characters and i cant get up

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idk who this is but have her

#gorgi art #i was gonna draw old man mcconald #but idk how to draw angry old men ghosts #so i gave up #and didnt know who else to draw #but now i have this gal #who is she #idk

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Everywhere Else

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sixty two and a half days later the page break is still missing. such a tragedy

Vlad sat in his seat listening to his english teacher prattle on about who knows what. Anastasia, who sat to his left, leaned over and poked him with her pencil.

“Hey Vlad did you turn into Superman? Because you look like you’re trying to burn holes into her head!”

He scowled at his sister, drawing his gaze down from where it had been resting on the back of Victoria Cavanaugh’s head. 

“I am not!” He whispered back, beginning to doodle in his notebook instead.

“Right, of course. You were just staring at her for fifteen minutes.”

Vlad raised his hand. “Mr. Melanky, may I change seats?”

Anastasia gasped as Mr. Melanky looked between the two. 

“I suppose, if it’ll help you concentrate Mr. Masters. But it’ll be back to your normal seat tomorrow.”

Vlad stood up and gathered his belongings. As he headed towards the back of the classroom he flashed Anastasia a peace sign which she retaliated against by sticking out her tongue. 

Slumping down in his new seat, Vlad opened his notebook again. As he scrawled down notes he heard some jocks excitedly talking to his right.

“We’ll get the beer and the food and you bring the music alright?”

Troy Simpleton. He was the quarterback on Willow High’s football team. While he wasn’t the dullest tool in the shed, he was still fairly foolish and gullible. 

“Yeah! I’ll be sure to bring the boombox and my tapes to that haunted shack! It’ll be rad.”

Vlad’s blood ran cold.

Neil Roaf was another jock on the football team. He wasn’t as aloof as Troy and should know better than to taunt the specter’s that inhabited their town. 

Vlad and Anastasia already had their own run in with Old Man McConald who still resided in his decaying home. He was different than all the other ghosts that stayed in town after death. He had a vengeance of some sort. Some unfinished business, if you will. 

Clearing his throat, Vlad got two glares thrown his way. Nervously, he began to speak. 

“If I may… McConald’s house is not the best place to throw a party. The electricity doesn’t work anymore, everything’s falling apart. There’s a malevolent spirit seeking ill will on everyone who steps foot inside.”

Neil rolled his eyes. “Don’t you know that the adults only tell us those stories to keep us out of that house? Why would there be a malevolent ghost in town? Every ghost I’ve seen has been harmless.”

“Yeah!” Troy nodded. “My grandma came back and all she does is knit these ghostly sweaters we can’t wear.”

“No, guys, you don’t understand. Me and Anastasia-”

Neil turned toward the front of the classroom where Anastasia had started working on the homework Mr. Melanky had assigned. “Yo, Ana!”

She turned around in her seat, a surprised smile on her face, only to be met with a slumping Vlad and a sure-faced jock.

“You’re not tormenting Vlad again, are you Neil?”

“Psh, what?” Neil scoffed. “As if. We were just talking about Old Man McConald’s house. Vlad’s over here trying to tell me that there really is an evil spirit in there.”

Anastasia shivered, squeezing her eyes shut at the memories. “Yep. Definitely an evil spirit in there. Barreled us out of the house and onto the lawn. My skin felt like ants were crawling under it while we caught our breath outside.”

Victoria turned around in her seat at the front of the classroom, calling back to them in an indifferent tone. “Maybe if you weren’t all douchebags, and just like, knocked on the door he wouldn’t chase you out of his home.”

Anastasia snorted. “Not all of us are spooky-ooky bat people who like to hang out at abandoned houses.”

“Well excuse me for wanting to spend time with the dearly departed.”

“As if.”

Silence reigned in between the students as Anastasia’s words sank in.

“Anastasia?” Vlad said, shocked.

Her eyes widened. “I just meant… No one lives there anymore and- We’ve never heard anything about his family- He just-” She sighs. “If he were dearly departed would his existence be what it is?”

No one responded and soon the bell signaling the end of class rang and students began to pack their bags. As Vlad was stuffing his notebook inside his backpack, Neil walked up to him rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey, Vlad. I, uh. Thanks? For telling us that those rumors weren’t just rumors. I know we like to live precariously sometimes but I don’t want anyone getting hurt, y’know?”

Vlad nodded, zipping his bag and slinging it over his shoulders. “Yeah, no problem. Better safe than sorry in a haunted town anyways.”

Neil chuckled. “Yeah… You got me there. See you later. Bye, Ana!” 

He waved at Anastasia, who excitedly waved back, and walked out of the classroom. 

Together, Vlad and Anastasia made their way to their next class. The hallways were filled with too many students and some walked through walls while others disappeared in the middle of the hallway.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #world building week #vlad masters #anastasia masters #victoria cavanaugh #troy simpleton #bdfhdb #sorry his name #neil roaf #mr melanky #phic #idk how much ill be writing these characters again #but i tagged them just in case #i like making new characters alot #cuz then i get to play with relationships and personalities and everything

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World Building

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Adamsville, Wisconsin.

It was a fairly haunted town in the midwest. People always said that they could see spooks walking down Main St. during the day. During the night, lights could be seen flickering and things would be in a different spot the next morning. But that was all harmless.

Most of the ghosts in town were. They were people who used to live there and still had family around. So most of them were content to just simply let them know they were there. Play silly pranks.

But there’s a ghost in the abandoned house on Raven Rd. who isn’t content with it’s afterlife.

Old Man McConald had been a recluse in life. He didn’t have any family left and no one in town went to visit him. He was one of those stereotypical old guys who’d come out to yell at you if you were on his lawn.

He died ten years ago, when most of the teenagers were too young to remember him. Now, they dared each other to go in and play bloody mary in the dirty bathroom there. Most kids come out screaming. One kid never came out at all.

That didn’t stop them though. Some people just thought those were rumors. Made up by their parents in order to scare them.

This is what Vlad and Anastasia thought. What’s so different about this ghost compared to the rest in town?

So they went to the abandoned house, wandered around a bit. At first, nothing happened.

Until they got to the second floor. The air chilled, and a breeze blew by. Anastasia’s skin prickled and she turned around to see a large ghost towering above her and Vlad. She screamed, backing away. Her feet got tangled and she tripped and fell.

Vlad turned around at Anastasia’s scream and froze at the sight. This was the largest ghost he’s ever seen. His eyes were a glowing white and energy boiled off of him. Then, a growl permeated the air and as the ghost started swiping at them, Vlad yanked Anastasia off the floor and dragged her down the stairs.

Vlad could hear the ghost banging into the walls as it chased after them. Old picture frames crashed to the ground. Dust was kicked up into the air. The ghost was right on their heels as they made it through the front door.

And then it was gone.

After that, Vlad’s trust in the specter’s around town diminished. If that old guy could turn into that thing, why couldn’t everyone else?

As for Anastasia, every time a ghost was near she recognized that uncomfortable prickling sensation. It made goosebumps rise and her heart race. But she still tried to believe the others were good.

Then years later, Anastasia was traveling. Her and Oliver decided to go on a little vacation and they had to pass through some big cities. There was one in particular though that sent shivers down her spine and brought back the prickling sensation that had stayed dormant since they left Adamsville.

Amity Park, Ohio.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay19 #world building #anastasia masters #vlad masters

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Anniversary

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Anastasia lay in her bed. She wasn’t prepared to face today. It should just be like any other day. But it wasn’t.

Today was the one year anniversary since Vlad left.

She shouldn’t call it an anniversary. That sounds too nice. Maybe observance. Annual happening.

Not anniversary.

They still haven’t heard a single word from Vlad. No calls. No visits. No letters. He wasn’t even talking to his college friends. She still talked to Vlad’s college friends more than he did. Vlad just simply didn’t seem to exist anymore.

Anastasia slowly pulled herself out of bed. She ran her hands over her face and stood up, carrying a worn out turtle and raggedy teddy bear with her.

She headed into the kitchen and started cooking up her and Vlad’s favorite Saturday morning breakfast. Strawberry pancakes and eggs. The smell filled the air and she felt a pang in her heart.

Once it was done cooking she took her stuffed animals and sat on the floor in front of the tv and turned on Scooby Doo. It wasn’t as fun to watch anymore, especially after their own nasty encounter with a malevolent spirit, but she kept watching for a couple hours for the sake of nostalgia.

Anastasia heard her mom creaking down the stairs and stood up to wash her dishes. Before her mother could see her she walked out the rickety screen door into the backyard. Their playground was starting to crumble and some of the frog statues were falling apart. No ones really kept up with the garden in the time since Vlad’s accident. It made the whole house look lifeless. Abandoned.

Stuffing her hands in her pockets, Anastasia started walking down the road. After a couple twists and shortcuts, she found herself on Raven Road in front of the haunted, abandoned house.

She headed up to the porch and walked inside, dread filling her stomach already. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and made her hair stand on end.

That ghost was still here.

As she walked around and eventually made it to the second floor, the ghost failed to find her. She kept wandering until she came upon a slightly ajar door with echoing voices coming from behind it. She pressed her ear to the crack and listened.

“It’s just… Today is a really hard day. I’d been planning on coming back and apologizing but he is trying to stop me. He just wants wealth, fame, revenge. It doesn’t want to forgive and amend.”

Anastasia’s brows furrowed. What was this guy talking about?

“I came here because I know your afterlife isn’t… The best. I was wondering if you had any advice for me.”

“Our obsession’s are nearly impossible to ignore. Many ghosts feel uncontrollable rage when something changes or when they can’t fulfill their obsession. Those who can’t fall into a deep spiral.”

Ghosts? Was that Old Man McConald?

She heard a soft smack and a huff of frustration.

“I know. I’ve been trying to stay away from the other two because I’m afraid of what will happen when I finally see them again.”

“But you’re not like the rest of us. We don’t know exactly how your obsession will work. Maybe it will adapt, maybe you’ll be strong enough to ignore it. Maybe not.”

A sigh. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, old man.”

“I’m just saying, that maybe-”

Anastasia sneezed as some dust floated into her nose and the conversation in the next room stopped. Ice filled her veins and she began to panic as she backed up from the door.

The floorboards began to shake and the door between her and the ghosts slammed open, revealing Old Man McConald and a young blue specter with spikey black hair.

The younger ghosts eyes widened when he saw her. He tried to say something to Old Man McConald, but the older ghost was already preparing to strike. Anastasia began to run.

She ran down the hall and threw herself over the banister onto the stairs, running and panting until she made it outside into the sun where she knew the ghost couldn’t follow. She collapsed on the ground and stared at the front door as tears welled in her eyes. She hit the ground with her fists.

Stupid. Stupid! Why did you think coming here would be a good idea? What kind of closure did you think you were gonna get?

As Anastasia hit the ground, she felt the prickling sensation along her skin grow stronger and she looked up at the younger ghost, who was staring down at her.

“Uh, um. Hi.. Sorry about that.” He pointed a thumb over his shoulder at the house. “Mr. McConald has an..uh.. Obsession. That he can’t control. That’s why he’s like that and stuff.”

“Obsession?” She whispered.

“Yeah..” He said, folding his arms behind his back. “It’s something all ghosts have I guess, to varying degrees.”

They stared at each other for a few moments before he cleared his throat and spoke again.

“Can I walk you home? I just… I know that was probably scary and I want to make sure you get home safely.”

“Sure.. I guess.”

He held a hand down for Anastasia and she took it, pulling herself up. They began the trek home as the sun set.

“So…” He said. “Why were you inside Old Man McConald’s house anyways?”

She laughed, a broken sound. “It’s stupid.”

“I bet it’s not.”

She snorted. “You bet it is.”

A rock was on the path they were taking. Anastasia kicked it and sighed.

“My brother left without telling anyone why, where he was going, or what he was feeling a year ago. I don’t know if he’s dead or alive and it’s been eating at me. I was hoping that I could get a certain kind of closure today but…”

“Didn’t work out?” He asked, cocking a brow.

“Nope. It made it worse in fact.”

They were silent for a little bit until the ghost replied softly.

“I bet he misses you, though.”

“I miss him too.”

They walked in silence the last few minutes until they got back home. Anastasia was about to open the screen door when she turned around to face the ghost again.

“What’s your name?”

At that the ghosts eyes widened in panic and his gaze darted around and he scratched behind his ear.

“I.. uh. Um. Plasmius?”

Anastasia smiled. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Plasmius. Thank you for being a gentleman and walking me home.”

He smiled. “It was my pleasure.”

She turned back to the door and headed inside. Leaning against the door, she waited for the prickling sensation in her skin to go away. Once it did, her shoulders sagged and she felt a strange sense of emptiness.

Grabbing her stuffed animals, Anastasia headed back upstairs.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay19 #anniversary #anastasia masters #vlad masters