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daydreamsandcrashingwaves · 4 months

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Keeping It Close To The Chest Pt 1

Edited 12/25/23 ~~ Here's Part Two ~~

Part Three Part Four

I devoured the Damian Wayne and Danny Fenton are Twins tags and had to make something of my own to add. This is my first fanfic I've decided to post. I'm much more familiar with the DP side of things but I gave it my best shot. Hope this brings joy anyway. If I decide to post this on A03 I will have it beta'd since I made this in like four parts and then wove them together so the flow may not always be there whoopps.. but for now I just wanted to share this with all you!

TW/CW: Medical experimentation and trauma, parental abuse/neglect, wound description, blood-ectoplasm and human, death (it's danny, he's the culprit lol will apply to Jason too if I add to this), body horror (to be safe), PTSD and flashbacks, childhood trauma and abuse, dehumanization

If I missed a tag/warning please let me know! I've never been an extensive tagger so i tried real hard to get everything, but I am human and could've missed something. Much love, stay safe.

~Ren

He had to keep moving. He could still hear their screams of rage ringing in his ears. Faster, he had to be faster. His blind panic had created an opportunity, a sliver of hope Danyal was determined to twist to his advantage. He was limping forward on uncertain legs. His vision swayed with the movement, and he fought to keep upright. His chest was on fire, Danny pressed his hands tightly to the wound there in a desperate attempt to keep his organs from spilling out like confetti. He kept his arms tucked close and rounded his shoulders to try and keep his torso still while he moved quickly through the empty streets of his once home. His chest was by far injured the worst, but he had paid no mind to the others. If he dared to stop, he would fully die.

Even in his human form, Danny just knows he's leaving a glowing blood trail behind him, the ectoplasm burning into the ground behind him. Whatever side of his transformation his body was currently showing it didn't matter, he was simultaneously both, always. The trail was evidence he transformed due to necessity, he became so durable after dying that it took a lot to hurt him. Danny risked a glance down and paled further. The green he spilled as Phantom mixed with red. A fucked up corrosive bread trail right to him. He was sure he truly was in deep shit. He just had to get to his go bag. Over time with his parent's inventions getting more dangerous the more Danny had to think about putting into motion The Great Escape.

Anything important he had always kept hidden, but Danny had taken everything out of his room once he had died the second time, and Danny was grateful for the convenience to be able to phase things into walls, floors, ceilings. It made his things pretty secure; no human could find it and any ghost that came through was too focused on their obsession or fighting him to go on a treasure hunt for his hidden things.

Danny's willful ignorance of his body as he stumbles farther from FentonWorks doesn’t stop the slight burn of his ectoplasm against the edges of his wounds and the tatters of his hazmat suit pulling on the scabbing blood or the smell. Ancients the smell. It’s rancid, he hasn’t been able to cycle it properly without his normal supply of fresh ectoplasm from the Zone. Only provided in small bursts when his parents wanted to see how his body healed with and without ectoplasm. He can feel the whispers of his terror, anger, grief that’s flowing through his blood.

He had been overconfident way back when he had threatened Vlad with exposing his secret. He had thought they'd love him despite having kept his halfa status from them, he hadn't been prepared for the distrust, the hatred, the way they moved farther and farther from thought out experiments to revenge. Danny knows Maddie and Jack still see him as the quiet, shaken child so desperate to be good, craving acceptance by the eccentric family that took him in when they look at him. If Danny had to guess they had been so blinded in their rage to even realized it was their machine, their failure that made him this way. Now they really did want him dead.

He’s whole somehow, despite their best effort, he just needs time. Ancients, He’s not exactly the monster they pictured, but He's not human... He’s whole.

The thought tastes bitter and Danny strangles it before it can expand. He must be focused. Taking a measured breath Danny turns down a familiar alley, he goes intangible with a slight twinge in his core, slipping into the bathroom of Nasty Burger. He’s done this so many times the familiar path brings comfort, reassurance. Like maybe things will start to turn for the better. Making his way over to the stall Danny debated whether it was worth climbing the toilet or floating up there. No, it was better to grit his teeth and bare it. There were only three containers of ectoplasm in his bag, he needed to preserve what strength he had. He would soon have no way to access the Zone for a refill.

Danny took one hand and placed it on the wall before careful stepping up. Lifting his leg had sent waves of pain across his nerves but with a grunt he leveraged himself up. His vision went black at the edges, he was dizzy, and bile clawed at the back of his throat. Danny took a few breaths, while he might not need to breathe, he’s been human longer than not, and well.. he’s only half ghost so the habit carried over to when he's Phantom. Danny was immensely grateful for his time in the League, the training was brutal, he still has nightmares about dying the first time but.. he did learn how to survive in situations that if he was truly a Fenton, would've killed him many times over. As Danny was Danyal Al Ghul Fenton, he always had back up plans. His Mother had been heavy handed with those lessons.

It was painful to think about Talia. She had been Grandfather’s favored child and the weight of his expectations of his grandsons was enforced by her. Lessons or punishment, very rarely praise was given to Danny by his Mother's hand. Each milestone was meticulously observed and reported back, doubly so for their failures. Tiny bodies with too big of weapons, green and blue eyes, a face mirroring his own but twisted in determination, competition. His older brother, his twin. They were inseparable, until they weren't.

Danny's core throbs in his chest, he wanted to shy away from the thought, yet the inconsolable part of him screams at the injustice of being the only one to escape their Grandfather. If only Danny could've proven himself, perhaps his brother would've had a chance to leave in his stead, but Danny knows just how much he was lacking in comparison to his brother, and it was their skill, or lack thereof in Danny's case, that sealed their fates. Danny was able to avoid Ra's overseeing eyes when they moved off the failure of a Spare and homed in on his true Heir. The grandson who took to their lessons like a duck in water. Deathly beautiful, Danny used to think as he watched his brother dance and fly through his training. Talia couldn't defy Ra's orders but if she just.. misplaced.. the Spare that was abandoned, well, no one has come for him yet.

Danny knows she loved him, somewhere hidden, deep inside his Grandfather's perfect pet assassin. She loved him enough to send him away when it became clear Ra’s saw no need in the Spare that was no longer needed, she had loved him when she had beaten him and left mortal wounds-their only chance to fool Grandfather, she loved him when she had given him his packed bag and left him outside that orphanage in Chicago with lazarus water raging in his veins, and she loved him when she told him to forget.

Forget about the League her and his brother, his family.

With brief tight squeeze to his small shoulder her she told him if he was in danger to find Bruce Wayne and then Talia Al Ghul was gone and Danyal-just Danyal now- was left truly on his own for the first time ever.

Danny was definitely in danger now; his situation was grave and despite everything the pun brought a small smile to his face. He couldn’t go back home to the Fenton's. He tries to forget how he froze in his surprise when he realized his parents didn’t take his reveal as Phantom as well as they had let on. They had smiled and stalled until they had found a way to contain him. By then it was too late, he had gotten too complacent in his run on a normal life.

Only after Ancients knows how long he had been resisting, pleading, screaming-I’m still Danny, it hurts mom please, I’m still me, Dad I’m alive- did Maddie find his core. Too tired to move it away from her gaze any longer and when her fingers brushed it the wave of mind-numbing terror exploded out of him. Something must've been on her gloves because his core burned. It ripped a wail from his throat while he writhed on the table. Ice responded like it never was taken from him by the anti-ghost restraints.

Danny could still distantly feel the ghostly ice that had trapped them in place and shattered his restraints under the pressure the frozen water bursting into existence. Even trapped in his ghost ice they were steadily working on getting out and would be on the hunt for him again soon. He wouldn't allow them to catch him again.

The mere idea they’d be on their way already spurred Danny back into action. Slipping his hand into the wall he grabbed the strap and pulled his bag out, careful to keep it weightless, and slid off the toilet and back down to the floor. He hasn't seen his dagger in months, it hurt too much to practice without Dami, his other half. Here it is though, innocently tied to his bag and his gaze traced it lovingly, before searching inside the biggest pocket for his first aid kit. He didn't have time for stiches, so he reaches for the butterfly bandages and starts to pull the skin together before securing it. It's really the first proper look he gets, it's... unsettling at the very least, horrifying, to see a wound reserved for autopsies on his chest.

The Y incision is inflamed and still bleeding so he carefully follows its path until he's done. Grabbing gauze, he starts to reinforce pad, wrapping a roll of bandages around to hold everything in place. Danny bites his lip and thinks for a moment, he will need stitches, he's been wounded enough in this half-life to know that. The likelihood for his work to stay in place while he flies is less than he'd like. Making a decision and with a mental shrug he takes an ectoshot from the smaller pocket and stabbed it into his thigh before pressing the depressor. Pure energy zapped through his system hard, angerly surges to settle in his chest. Feeling a bit better but more.. wired Danny takes a second to calm. Steeling himself he tries to nudge his core, it responds in a weak pulse.

Danny's body protests, he can feel his muscles shred and reform, his bones twist like taffy, his organs melt together before settling to form his ectobody. It's all over in a flash of bright light, yet the pain felt endless. Overwhelming in its intensity but gone just as quickly as it came leaving Danny sweaty and panting. Transforming injured was tricky, he had to carefully picture where the bandages were, so he didn't lose all his hard work.

Confusion settled as a fog, clinging to his thoughts, making them murky. His hands were covered in blood, his body hurt, and he couldn't quite remember why, there was a siren coming closer. Everything in him screamed to run, to escape, but his hunters were too close now, freed from his ice to kill him fully. On instinct Danny's nails grew to claws, ripping into space to create a portal. He was weak, always had been, but he was good at running, hiding away in the shadows. Ghost was once a name of his, a proud title, not just what he is now.

Just as the doors burst open in a teal and orange blur Danny dove into the swirling green and hoped Clockwork was watching so at least someone knew things had exploded here in Amity. He hasn't needed to be on his own like this since after Jazz first saw him and demanded that her parents bring Danny home with them. He misses her now as the path out of Nasty Burger closes behind him. Danny's falling, dropping towards the ground too fast for eyes to track but his impact had definitely shaken the room. With a pained whine and a flash Danny was back to being human again, his landing had pulled at whatever scab was able to form in the twentyish minutes it took him to drag himself away from the basement. Danny was going to be sick, the sticky cool liquid that had his clothes clinging to him, was going to be very alarming when he finally could give himself a proper once over. He could feel the new bruises as he tried to roll off the pallets he had crushed.

"Oh! Someone decided to drop by! " A man called out with glee as he sauntered in his direction. "Shall we see who our special guest is?" Danny could feel the rotten soul as he got closer. Too close. Forgoing moving Danny tensed in anticipation. He was hurt, yes, but he would go down fighting. He could do that much to make his brother proud, even if he never realized Danny lived to 15 not 5. Before he could uncurl to swing at the man there was the soft sound of fabric rustling and a blade being drawn. Curling tighter Danny hoped he had enough juice to go intangible.

"You will not reach your goal Joker; Do you not get sick of trying?" The voice was smooth, deeper than he remembered but it's been 10 years, it's understandable that puberty changed his brother's voice. Danny would recognize it anywhere. Danny jinxed himself, somehow. How he ended up in the same room as the brother he hadn't seen in a decade, Danny wasn't sure. He was terrified though. Where Damian was the League and their Grandfather wasn't far behind. Damian had carefully hidden away his care as a child but would shower Danny in it in the darkness of their room. After years apart and Grandfather's continued influence Danny was uncertain how much of Damian truly remained.

There was a burst of noise, of movement and a struggle then silence covered the room. Danny's hands were shaking. "Nightwing, first aid is required inside, bring the kit." His brother paused, "No, a civilian, a metahuman if his unusually colored blood is to be taken into account."

Danny could feel his brother's scrutiny, his gaze held weight as it scanned over his collapsed form, he tried to curl more but a hand brushing his shoulder had Danny screaming and scrambling away.

Damian's hands twitched at his side, an aborted motion to draw his sword. He seemed to pause then they flew up empty, placating- it didn't bring Danny any comfort.

An assassin's greatest tool was always their hands. Green eyes tracked him, narrowing at the way Danny was shrinking into the shadows. Dread swam down his spine to settle hard in his gut. Of all the ways to meet his brother again, it had to be when he was dying, for a third time. Danny reached blindly for whatever was next to him to pull himself up, his knees wobbled precariously but he would be standing for this. He had to be. Black spots were now in his vision, but he forced a smirk onto his face. Danny was sure he was a sight to see, torn clothes, skin riddled with bruises, green and red blood splattered all over like a kindergartener's messy painting of Christmas, limp dirty hair.

Danny knows Damian is assessing him, taking in what he can see in front of him to efficiently deal with it as they were trained to do. potential strengths and weaknesses. Behind both the domino mask and his calm exterior Damian is taking in a snapshot. Danny wonders what he sees, if his brother recognizes the boy he’s grown into, Danny’s core thrums wildly and he tries not to fidget. The slight frown that pulls at Damian’s mouth means he caught the aborted motion.

"Damn, green, yellow and red... You look like a traffic light!" He gets one giggle in before he chokes on it. Danny can't breathe. His brother had gone deathly still when Danny spoke. He could see the war of emotions fighting through his brother, suspicion was quickly doused with rage. "How dare she." The Arabic was an unexpected comfort, but Danny felt confusion at the words. He's severely out of practice, he thought he understood but doubt settled in. He wasn't sure.

Damian had always stood firm next to him in the League, calm, driven and decisive, the perfect heir for their Grandfather. He was always warm to Danny though, would allow traces of his true feelings to be visible when Damian would inevitably catch Danny sneaking out of his bed to stargaze. Danny would get scolded, every time. Grandfather would punish him harshly for such indulgences, he knew it. Attachments were weaknesses and Grandfather would not grow weakness in the League, in his heirs. Danny may be weak and the Spare but he was smart. He knows what the looks of distaste meant from his Grandfather. He knew how his failures would catch up to him and how Grandfather disapproved of his influence on Damian. Yet Danny kept going back, hiding in the shadows to gaze at the stars and wait for his brother to come find him.

Danny had braced for Damian to be mad when he realizes Danny didn’t truly die that day and has stayed away from his brother, but Danny couldn’t have expected this.

Pure hatred lights up in Damian’s eyes when he finally realizes what is in front of him. It's Danny’s undoing. Everything else that has happened seemed like a cakewalk compared to being rejected by the person who had always understood him most. Ghosts are the manifestation of their emotions. Frostbite had explained once how injuries can manifest in a ghost's form on their own. Emotional pain could make them unravel down to their cores, until even that disappeared.

For Danny, there was uncertainty, halfas were so rare that there wasn’t much off hand knowledge, but Danny has always known from the second he died. There was no separation between his human and ghost halves. He just was. What fancy wrapping he showed off hardly mattered. Things bleed so easily between them, Danny Fenton and Phantom.

"I'll kill her painfully for this, but you abomination it will be swift." Damian has balanced on his toes, ready for a quick burst of speed. His sword now clenched so tightly in his hands it almost shakes.

An abomination the words looped through Danny's mind. The wounded sob that came forth when he opened his mouth to reply was unexpected. Danny took halting steps back from his twin. The hitching breath brought his attention back to his chest. This wasn't how Danny had pictured this moment, all those years of stolen daydreams. His core felt wrong in his chest. He felt cold, cold and brittle but his chest was on fire-and wet. The surgical cut seeping like its minutes fresh, this was by far Danny’s worst idea, to believe to ever hope, his brother would ever keep a monster by his side Danny was a fool to hope even for a moment-hands hands reaching for him to bring him back, grabbing his arm-

“No! I don't know! No please” Danny gasps as he flails weakly “I’m sorry I’m sorry!”

Damian hesitates again, before his resolve firms, "Danyal-" His name cracks over his brother's tongue. Danny isn't aware enough to unpack the way his brother's face twists in heartbreak the longer he watches Danny bleed. A warm body comes up behind him, blocking him in, he’s crying now, a weakness that he never could smother. "No!" Danny avoids his gaze scrambling to grip onto whatever fabric is in his hands. Danny wants the moment to last but he knows what’s coming. Damian won’t protect him now. His older brother had been steadfast by his side in their childhood, but now… now maybe it was better he’s bleeding out.

Danny vaguely registered the man behind him cutting off his shirt, kit at the ready besides him. Pressure on his wound forces a long high whine from his throat. He wants to shove it away, his hand swatting at it but he missed, and it thuds uselessly on the ground. He doesn't have the energy to try again.

The shock of a hot hand against his face brings everything into abrupt focus. Danny flinches but can’t move, the body unyielding behind him. He sees the room is covered in his frost and ice. Batman and Red Robin are farther back, their feet trapped in the ghostly ice, they had things in hand to try and hack away at the ice trapping them in place.

“Danyal” The pain in his twin's voice has him turning in that direction; his brother was there. For how well they could read each other in childhood Danny had no clue what his brother was thinking now. His twice dead brother, back to only die again at his feet. “Are you destabilizing? Why were you sent here? What does Mother want?”

“What?” Danny can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him, even if it hurts, it seems his ice kept his organs in place while he tumbled through his hastily made portal. He must've lost consciousness at some point though; his ice seems to have melted to leaving him fully exposed. “That bitch- She has nothing to do with this- wait. You think-” Danny laughs even harder until he can’t breathe and he’s hacking and spitting up more ectoplasm. He’s pulled more fully against the warm body behind him, his head lulls-oh it’s Nightwing, the blatant concern radiating from the man stings Danny’s eyes and a few tears scatter down his face.

“I’m not a clone Dami, I didn’t even know you weren’t with the League anymore." Danny's speech slurs more the harder he tries to piece sentences together, "I'm sorry I don't know how I ended up here.” Danny is growing quieter the longer he talks- can feel his life draining onto the floor and there’s panic in the air now, Batman had sprung up next to Damian's side. Seemed to say something to Damian before he retreated slightly. Batman was hovering ready to interfere but unsure in what actions needed to take place.

Damian is staring at him intently, looking to match his scars to the one's he remembers. He taps his fingers insistently on Danny's cheek and Danny doesn't fight looking back at him. The fingers linger against the scar hidden behind his hair next to his ear, traces the edges. Damian was the one to give it to him, a training error. He had looked at Danny similarly to how he was now. Fear, regret, panic. Words are being said, they blend together, warp, so Danny just hums in response. Everything is more distant now. Danny's own fear floating out of reach. He knows death intimately, he's not afraid to greet her a third time.

The words became frantic as he struggles to stay awake, and someone was talking again. “-ood to see you though- no tss okay no pain.. mma be cold soon-" Oh. That's Danny. The face he has ached to see for years fills his vision. The shade of green he could never replace. Danny was picked up and hustled out a door into the by Nightwing while a harsh discussion flew over his head. They were in some sort of vehicle now, the door shutting causes silence to blanket the group. His head is in Damian's lap, and it takes a second, but Danny realizes Damian is carting his fingers through his greasy hair. His other hand was holding Danny's, playing with his fingers like he did as children. Danny's vision fills with tears and spills down his face.

"Danyal? Can you hear me?" Damian calls his attention softly, his sweet, sweet brother tries to keep the concern out of his voice, off his face. Once he sees Danny focus on him a trembling smile makes its home on Damian's face. His domino mask is gone, Danny drinks in the unobscured view of his brother. "We'll be back to the Cave shortly, Alfred will attend to you, then you're going to tell me exactly how this happened so I can make sure it never does again." Danny can tell Damian is scared, the minute tremble in his petting only confirmed it. Danny let a smile tug at his lips too, "It's gonna be okay Dami" Danny slurred, he hears Damian insisting they were almost home.

Home with Damian. That was a fool's dream, just out of reach. Danny never indulged in the idea; he wouldn't put Dami in danger by reappearing. But- Danny was with him now, a twitch of his fingers against Damian's proves it. Danny went limp as the Batmobile skidded into the Cave, Damian was a silent statue watching Alfred take his brother away from him. Batman saddled up next to him- Damian should shower and change, whatever it was that changed his brother was making his skin itch- but he couldn't move. His baby brother was in there, dying, again.

"Damian, chum... what was all that?" Damian ignores his eyes itching as tears built, he clears his throat to report- reporting was vital with their nighttime activities, Father needed information to help Danny. He couldn't take his eyes of the little glowing red 'In Use' sign above the surgery door though.

Damian cuts a glance at the man next to him, more Bat than Father at the moment. "Once Danyal is stable, I will give you an explanation Father."

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I thought of a name, added it to the tags, I'll add a link to the next post if I write one, will tag future posts with 'Keeping It Close To The Chest' as well

much love

~Ren

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little-pondhead · 1 year

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Fenton Family on Vacation (part 2)

Original Post⬅️ ➡️Part One

Danielle Madeline Fenton was having a good week.

Her dad, Danny, had convinced his parents her grandparents!! to go on vacation. And not just any vacation! But one to a whole new dimension!!!!

Elle didn't know much about different dimensions, but a quick visit to Ghost Writer with Fright Knight as backup let her learn all she needed to know, which wasn't that much. Everything was just so different depending on the place! It didn’t matter. She knew about the planning waaaaay beforehand, her dad couldn't keep anything from her, and it was so hard not to run around talking about it. She was just so excited! Exasperated, Danny had distracted her easily with Esperanto lessons with Wulf, self-defense lessons with Pandora, and emergency medicine lessons with Frostbite. Some of it was kind of boring, but Elle understood. She was now one of two princesses of the Ghost Zone, and her dad was kind of paranoid.

She was too, which was why she went along with it for so long. But eventually, Elle was ready to tear her hair out and flew straight to the living realm, prepared to chew Danny's head off from frustration. He curbed her with a sneaky grin and a pile of papers as an early Goo-Day gift. Government papers stating Danielle Madeline Fenton was officially a real person. Of course, Danny wasn't listed anywhere; he was too young to have a kid who was as big as Elle. But her grandparents had agreed to be her official guardians for her.

Elle didn't have to hide anymore!

Everyone celebrated that night. Grandma Maddie even came up from the basement for half an hour, dazed and exhausted. (She'd been working non-stop.) Grandpa Jack decided to have bonding time, so he took her to the mall a day before they were scheduled to leave.

("No granddaughter of mine is going to be forced to wear a hazmat suit unless she wants to-no matter how fashionable they may be!")

Elle had a blast at the mall. She's been to several before, but it wasn't the same. She felt on top of the world, strutting around with the knowledge that she legally existed now. The shame of being different evaporated when Danny handed her a birth certificate and social security card. Elle's excitement was contagious as several tiny blob ghosts started following her from shop to shop.

Grandpa Jack had just chuckled, ruffled her hair, and suggested getting a bag to hold her new friends. So they did. They got a new boo-pack for her ghost friends, some light-up sneakers she constantly stomped in, a sparkly tutu-practically a whole new wardrobe. They ended the day getting something to eat from Nasty Burger. There, she saw her new Aunt Sam and Uncle Tucker. (They insisted on the names.) Grandpa Jack beckoned them to join, and Elle spent the rest of the meal excitedly showing off her new clothes.

(Don't tell anyone this, but Elle saw how her aunt and uncle looked at Danny when they were over at the house. She bet Aunt Jazz twenty bucks they'd confess by the end of August.)

She reveled in the attention. They cared about her. They listened to her. Elle wasn't just a tool to be used and thrown away; these people genuinely loved her, not just because she was Danny's clone. She was now her own person and made a meaningful impact on these people's lives. And now she was going on a week-long trip with her new family?? Elle was over the moon! (Literally. Danny had to chase her to the moon and back to get her to calm down. She brought back a moon rock for her grandma. Aunt Jazz scolded them both.)

So that's probably why, after flying through the portal at first chance, the realization that her family wasn't there with her terrified her.

Traveling to another dimension was just like going anywhere through the Ghost Zone. If Elle didn't know any better, she probably would have slipped through the wrong portal long ago and landed far from home. The rush of noise that filled her ears and the swirl of greens around her was all familiar.

And then it wasn't. The portal started to...change. The noise was subtle, like one static radio station being switched to another. The colors around her became a deep blue and then midnight purple. Wait, now it was red? Or was it orange? No, it was yellow, then green again. The colors kept changing. It made her nervous, but Elle rationalized that it was just a side effect of the portal. This may be why rips to other dimensions differed from regular portals. It wasn't just the vibe; the whole thing physically changed the deeper you went.

Yeah, okay. This was fine.

Then Elle realized she couldn't hear Danny behind her. She knows he followed her. She felt it. Heard it. They'd never lost each other in a portal like this, so where was he? A strike of fear shot through her core. Where was her dad? She exited the strange portal before she got an answer.

The portal spat her out several feet above the ground. Too short of a distance for her to catch herself but still too far for someone normal to come out standing without injury. She faceplanted on the asphalt with a comically loud SMACK.

Yes, it hurt like all hell. Elle thanked the Ancients she was still in her ghost form, or this landing would have been more painful as a human. What hurt her the worst, however, was some asshole tripping over her limp body almost as soon as she landed. It felt like someone was going in to kick a soccer ball, and now she was the ball. All she heard was a panicked "SHIT!" as the person tumbled to the ground and proceeded to eat asphalt. Heh, like her.

"Ugh..." Elle groaned and lifted her head. Tiny rocks and bits of the road were embedded into her face, barely deep enough to break the skin. She was already healing, anyways. The growing bruise on her side would take more time, however. She glanced over and noticed the person who had just decided to make out with the road. She saw red. Holy shit, were they bleeding?`

No, wait. Is that a spandex suit? Was this person wearing a full-ass spandex suit?? Elle bolted upright and looked around. She was lying in some open plaza in the middle of a city. The whole place had a thick layer of ice and frost that was not due to weather conditions. Elle would've thought that her dad had somehow landed before her and decided to turn the place into his personal snow globe, except some winter-themed maniac standing to her left was obviously the culprit.

They stared at each other. Elle in her kind-of superhero suit and boo-pack, hair wild with rocks still stuck to her face. Snow Guy, who looked like he was trying to cosplay Frostbite, with a worryingly large set of guns pointing straight at her. They reminded her of the Fenton blasters a bit. Not the best memory.

"Uh...hi?" She tried. A few blob ghosts whipped around her head, chittering in confusion.

"Where the FUCK did you come from?" Yeti Cosplayer asked, incredulous.

Elle wobbled back into the air. She literally glowed; no point in hiding her powers of flight. "Hey, watch your fucking language, dude. Children are present."

"Wha-??" Elle ignored Winter Lover, turning over the Dude Who Tripped to check him over. Placing two fingers on the guy’s neck, a sense of panic sparked within her. Is the human heartbeat supposed to beat this fast?? She was half ghost and a clone to boot, so Danny's and her hearts beat much slower. And Elle took medical lessons from a yeti. They had mainly focused on the ghost side of her biology. Their studies on mortal medicine had been few and far between.

Should she take this man to the hospital?? She barely had any money. Definitely none of that "insurance" her grandparents talked about sometimes. (But wasn't insurance for cars? The news always mentioned it when they put out the Fenton Driving Alert.) The dude's pulse was really fast. Faster than she felt comfortable with. Was his heart exploding??? Elle suddenly felt like she was on the verge of a panic attack. Five minutes into a new world, and she kills someone, great.

A whine drew her attention back to Worst Elsa Ever. His guns were charging up, a snarl on his face. "I'm not above freezing a kid." He said. "Back off or else."

Elle was bordering on terrified now. She tried not to show it. This was a new place; she had obviously landed in the middle of some superpowered pissing match and knocked out the guy who was probably the hero in this situation. What would Phantom do?

What would her dad do?

He'd shoot off a witty one-liner before forcing his opponent into the thermos for Soup Time™.

Hauling the (hopefully) hero onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry, Elle dodged a blast of ice coming her way. December Fucker swerved around to keep track of her. Too slow.

"You gotta chill out, man!" Elle quipped. She continued dodging shots of ice, slowly getting closer to Evil Frosty. It was a struggle to maneuver with a whole ass man on her shoulders, but she managed. "Maybe a little shock therapy will get your Christmas spirit going!"

"It's Aug-AAAAAUGH!" Bad Santa cut himself off with a scream of agony. Elle had rushed forward and planted both hands firmly on the villain's back when he turned once more to keep sight of her. See, while Danny Phantom had an ice core and Vlad Plasmius had a fire core, Dani Phantom had an electric core. In a cruel twist of fate, Elle discovered she could control the one element that had killed her father. No matter how sad the thought was, she was currently using this fact to channel a lot of lightning into the body below her fingertips. How much was a lot? She couldn’t tell; Elle barely knew how to change a lightbulb without breaking something. She didn't know what "voltage" was.

He was still screaming. Was this how Danny felt? How he screamed? She didn’t like it. Hopefully this didn’t kill the man. Dani just wanted to knock him out. To put him to sleep.

The electricity coursing down her arms beat in tune with her core. She focused solely on her opponent-which was a compliment; the Box Ghost could probably beat up this Snowball. Some distant voice in her head told her to pay attention to her surroundings more. And what about the man she was carrying? He had to be getting pumped full of electricity, too. But he wasn’t screaming. Oh well, no backing out now. Dani's hands started to heat up to an uncomfortable degree, burning tiny impressions into the thick parka.

Finally, the villain collapsed to the ground onto his side. His voice was raw, and his grip on the guns loosened. Dani kicked them away from his reach and stopped the attack.

"Sorry about that." Elle started floating in the air again, gripping the man she was carrying. She tried to hide the tremor in her voice. The blob ghosts attached themselves to her hair, ready for a ride. "On the plus side, a few of your screws may have been knocked back into place from the electricity. Anyways, see you later, shitty Ice Prince!" Then, with her passengers barely secured, she took off flying in a random direction, not bothering to go invisible until she was several buildings away. Leaving a (literally) shocked and groaning supervillain behind her.

And oh, Ancients, please let that man be a supervillain. If she had just attacked the hero, Danny would never allow her to forget it.

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It took a bit, but Dani eventually found someplace safe to set down the Dude Who Tripped. (She needed to work on her naming sense. It was as bad as her dad's.) A random alley on the outskirts of the city would work well, she decided. It was very far away from the fight. The villain shouldn't show up anytime soon. She chose one behind some fast food joint, slowly releasing her invisibility. A sizeable green dumpster sat near the end of the alley, angled away from the public. Perfect. It was mostly full of soft-rotten, ew-food scraps and lots of cardboard from product deliveries. Maybe there was some glass mixed in, but Dani made quick work of the cardboard boxes with her claws and laid it down on top of the trash heap. A few adjustments ensured that the dude would fit in reasonably comfortably. And, oh, look! Handcuffs! Why did they have pink fur on them? Wasn't that against the main point? Criminals surely wouldn't take cops seriously if those were standard.

Dani shrugged. At the very least, she could give herself a head start. She moved the super's shoulders farther so his hand could reach a nearby pipe and attached the handcuffs. It wasn't a thick pipe, but it looked like a vent stack system her grandma had shown her once. Hopefully, this hero was against property damage, unlike her.

You can't care about the laws you're breaking if you don't know they exist!

Taking a step back, Dani surveyed her work one last time. The dude was still unconscious, and one of his ankles was starting to swell like a melon. Probably the foot he’d kicked her with. Nothing she could do for him there. Oh! Dani swung her boo-pack around, disturbing the blob ghosts resting inside. She dug through for some sticky notes she kept on hand for her Aunt Jazz and a pencil. No pencil, just a sparkly ink pen Danny had gifted her. That'll work.

It took her a minute to figure out what to say and even longer to write it. One of her bigger blob ghosts, Buffy (sue her, she likes the show), traced her words with curiosity. It hummed, phasing through Dani's hand to express its fascination with the pom-pom at the end of the pen.

Dani giggled, ripping the note away from the rest and sticking it onto the super's forehead. Right between the eyes. "You can't have it, Buffy. Dad gave this pen to me."

Buffy drooped.

"But you can play with it until I need it again." Dani offered.

Buffy perked up. The conversation drew the attention of the other blob ghosts who were swirling around, and they soon swarmed Buffy and Dani, chittering for their own toy to play with.

The youngest Fenton giggled again and rose slowly into the air. Her core began humming faster. It was going on dusk, and some part of her was still panicking about the absence of her family. Well, maybe it was just a time difference? They did all enter at a separate times, technically. But what if she was in the completely wrong dimension? What if they couldn’t find her?

Dani took a deep breath, despite not needing it. She was okay. Her blob ghosts were okay. Aunt Jazz taught her how to calm herself down from a panic attack, and that what she was doing now.

What were five things she could see?

She could see Buffy, the blob ghost. A greasy burger wrapper trapped under a rock by her feet. The back door to the food place that said “EMPLOYEES ONLY” in big red letters. Dani looked up, and saw the fading sunset reflect off the clouds. There were telephone wires everywhere.

Four things she could touch?

She fiddled with the star charm on her hoodie. That was one. The solid ground beneath her feet, wind on her face. The ghost were phasing through her; she could feel their emotions.

Three things she could hear?

The heartbeat of the city. Her core humming. A cat fight in the next alley.

Two things she could smell?

Rotting food and a little bit of blood from the hero. He’d gotten a bloody nose at some point.

One thing she could taste.

The wonderful cocoa only the yetis could make. The chocolate still lingered on her tongue.

Alright, okay. She was calm. A little spooked, but having a panic attack wouldn’t help. What were her options?

She could explore the city. She had landed in a large metropolitan area; buildings went on for miles. Getting a lay of the land might help if she runs into more supers. The last guy was mean.

And superheroes. How cool was that?! Dani had never seen any other superhero besides her dad. Dani didn't count herself as one, not really. Red Huntress was more friendly these days, but Dani was still wary of the anti-hero. And like hell, her mom, her creator, Vlad, was a hero.

So she decided to go exploring. The night was coming, and if she stuck around, hopefully, Dani would get a glimpse of the bright green light signaling the arrival of her family.

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Flash had one hell of a headache. Coming to was even more painful. He felt like he had gotten struck by lighting all over again and passed out on a shattered window. His ankle hurt like a bitch. He coughed, blinking furiously, and tried to rub his eyes. Something jerked his right hand to a stop. Flash realized a few things all at the same time.

One, his hand was restricted because someone had used a pair of fuzzy handcuffs to attach him to a nearby pipe. Second, he was in a dumpster. He felt like he had passed out on a glass mound because that's what he was sitting on. Someone had tried to shield the worst of the trash from him. Huge pieces of cardboard were arranged around him in a way that was too obvious. Someone had moved it. No one threw away cardboard boxes like this-so hastily shredded and in the shape of a bed. However, the boxes didn't protect Flash against the wet things in the dumpster. Or the smell. He was ninety percent sure he was next to some rotting bananas.

Lastly, there was a bright green sticky note on his forehead. The words were written in sparkly pink ink.

Sorry I tripped you, Mr. Dude. But I can't afford the insurance if I take you to the hospital so hopefully we'll never see each other again:)

-Elle

"Shit." Flash groaned. He struggled to sit up more, grabbing the edge of the dumpster, but his hand slipped on something wet he didn't want to think about. Flash yelped and fell back right as a fast food employee entered the alley through a side door he hadn't seen. Time seemed to freeze as the hero and civilian stared at each other. One, lying in a dumpster with a swollen foot, a dazed look, and a hand connected to a pipe via pink fuzzy handcuffs. The other, wearing a grease-covered apron, hat with ketchup stains, eyebags for days, and hauling an overstuffed garbage bag that was double-bagged.

Somehow, Flash was ashamed of being caught like this. This employee probably thought up some wild theory about Flash being a wild partygoer, and this was just a "fun" time gone wrong.

His thoughts were confirmed when the employee whipped out their phone to snap a picture, a shit-eating grin on their face. Garbage completely forgotten.

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Edit: "She tried to hide the remote in her voice." Motherfucker I meant "tremor," and you know it.

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the-witchhunter · 1 year

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Plant(??) Danny

Just was going through my old likes and found THIS POST

And it gave me some ideas

So kind of a twist on corpse au and full ghost Danny, Full Corpse Danny if you will:

Danny died in the portal accident and did not come back as a ghost, leaving his fully dead body there. To cover up the death someone buries him in the woods. As time goes on, Danny starts to grow from where his body was planted like some kind of twisted shrub made of meat, wood, and ectoplasm that loosely resembles a person, that becomes more Danny-like as he grows. And he’s just kind of stuck there until someone finds him since he’s not very mobile at that point.

Depending on who buried him and covered up his death it can go a couple of ways.

The Fentons: Seeing their invention killed their son, accidentally, they panic and hide his body in the woods, because as much as they loved their son, they can’t let him have died in vain and destroy their life’s work. The official story in Danny ran away, and Jazz is still hopeful he’ll return or reach out to her. I’d set it maybe a year or two after the accident with Sam and Tucker finding him in the woods, Them being younger and having not known Danny before, and taking care of and bonding with their new weird plant friend.

Sam and Tucker: They were just dumb kids. It was a stupid dare, their friend died, and they panicked. They buried him in the woods and swore never to talk about it again. They watched as the Fenton parents and Jazz desperately tried to find their son, wishing he would come home, and they said nothing. A year passed, Jazz went off to college and everyone had to move on. Then Valerie found him in the woods. Her dad had been let go of his job. Axion had been looking to cut its costs, and after mostly automating the security system, they let go of the more senior(more expensive) members of the security team. They put down their old security dogs rather than rehome them, this is exactly something a company like that would do. So Valerie, having lost her status with the A listers, spent her free time walking in the woods where she finds Danny. Danny’s mind is a little scrambled from the accident and isolation of being alone in the woods for a year. His memories aren’t exactly clear, coming to him in bits and pieces. She names him Danny, ironically after himself, and they bond. over time, with a little extra care from Valerie, he grows more and more until it’s apparent that he is in fact the same Danny. Perhaps even romance happens

maybe after enough time, he can pass as human again. So Danny Fenton returns, much to the confusion and fear of whoever put him in that hole in the ground.

Maybe he still has to deal with ghosts. Hard to do when you’re a plant stuck in a pot, but he’s used to dispose of them like a weird Venus flytrap. Whether he’s eating them or his mouth is connected to the ghost zone is up to debate

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #plant danny #kind of horror ish #valerie gray #I started out thinking about the fentons option #then got really into the sam and tucker option #hence why it's twice as long #it feels like a nice and weird twist on the whole thing

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duchi-nesten · 1 year

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The wiener takes it all

Summary:

Jack grew fond of the mutant sausages living in the Fentons’ fridge, so when he saw a poster for ‘’The Best Sausage Contest’’, he had to sign them up!

But why were there so many dachshunds loitering around the contest hall?

Word count: 2,583 || AO3 Link

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Second submission for phic phight using the prompt by @Nekcats

‘‘Jack Fenton started considering the alive sausages his pets, and when he saw the "Best Sausage Contest" (A Dog contest) he inscribed his "pets" on it, the judges couldn't disqualify him because he technically had sausages (just literally) and apparently, he show them some tricks for the competition.’‘

I laughed so hard when I read this prompt and it was pure joy to write! Hope you enjoy! :)

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They were enemies at first. A side effect of a new hot dog making machine he and Maddie invented. A pest who took over their entire fridge. They kept them only for research purposes, wanting to fix the grill so it doesn’t mutate anything else.

But after they helped him investigate the shed incident and secure the lab, Jack started being fond of the alive sausages. Yes, they bit him sometimes and for some reason attempted to murder Danny a little bit on a few occasions, but the strong hold of their serpentine hug made keeping them all worth it. They became, as the kids would put it, besties.

Of course, his family didn’t fully agree on this. Jazz kept insisting he gets rid of them since they always eat up all the other food. Danny stays clear of them and never even opens the fridge anymore. And Maddie…

Well, he’s caught Maddie in the act of pointing a blaster at the poor sausages too many times to count.

He knew sooner or later he would lose the fight and his buddies would be thrown out on the cold streets. He couldn’t let them live under a bridge! Or get brutally destroyed by Maddie. He had to convince his family that the sausages were a great addition to their home life and not just a pest, but he wasn’t quite sure how to do that.

That is until he saw the poster.

He and Maddie were out one afternoon hunting the god forsaken ghost kid again. The fight happening right outside the Nasty Burger just wrapped up as they arrived, so they decided to split up, each going to the other side of the restaurant for a better chance of finding Phantom.

As Jack strode across the road he saw the ghost kid fly into an alleyway, just a few feet from where he stood. He held up his gun ready for ambush, when the poster on the side of the building caught his eye.

Best sausage contest, it read.

A contest for his buddies? This was exactly what he needed! If his wiener friends win the competition, his family is bound to realize how awesome they actually are! He ripped the poster off the wall and ran to the GAV.

Maddie wasn’t very happy with him when she found out that he let the ghost go but who cares! Screw that ghost kid! He had much more important things to do now!

The contest was happening on Saturday, which was 2 days away. That was great for him, they got time to prepare!

The short rules on the poster stated that all the sausages needed to be bathed and groomed. He didn’t really know how someone could groom a sausage, but he did give them all a bath. Which they really didn’t enjoy. They viciously bit a hole in the bottom of the bathtub.

Jack made a mental note to replace that before Maddie noticed.

Another rule was that sausages were supposed to be on a leash at all times. It was a bit weird to keep a sausage on a leash, but he shrugged it off. He went out the next day and bought a lot of rope.

Unfortunately his buddies bit right through it, so he went out again and this time got some thick steel wire.

They bit through that as well.

He had to get more creative. They mutated by exposure to ectoplasm, so maybe something anti-ghost would work? Unsure, he went down to the lab to grab the Fenton fishing line. As it turned out, they could not bite through it. A win for Jack Fenton!

Soon enough all 37 sausages were tied to the fishing line in a neat little row. He was pretty sure there were less of them before. Can mutant sausages breed?

Ignoring that thought for now, he nodded to himself proudly before looking down at the poster he stole. The last rule was that all contestants had to prepare some sort of act. That was easy! His boys were incredibly talented! He knew exactly which special trick to show!

They were all set! He could already smell the win! And it smelled like a wiener!

It was the day of the competition. He was preparing the last few things in the kitchen, when Danny walked in. The sausages jumped off the table to attack him, but were held back by the Fenton fishing line.

‘’Why are the sausages out of the fridge? And tied to the fishing line?’’ his son asked while taking a small step back.

‘’Those little boys are about to go and win a competition with your old man!’’ Jack announced proudly.

‘’…What.’’

‘’A sausage competition! For sausages!’’ he put down the fishing line, securing it with a chair, so the wieners stayed put. Bringing out the poster he shoved it in the boy’s face.

Danny scanned it quickly looking only more confused.

‘’…Dad… I don’t think…’’ before he could even finish Jack interrupted him excitedly.

‘’Do you want to join us, son? We can make it a father/son/sausage bonding experience!’’ he threw a hand around Danny’s shoulders. ‘’They do seem to dislike you, so it’ll be a perfect opportunity to get to know each other better!’’

‘’No thanks uh. I’m actually super busy today-’’

‘’Nonsense!’’ he slapped his son on the back and started dragging him out the door after also grabbing the sausages. ‘’Don’t wait with dinner Mads!’’

The event was happening in the town’s center hall.

Jack stepped into the building with Danny in tow and noticed a bunch of dachshunds loitering around. Why were there so many dogs here today?

Hah! No matter! They were probably gonna eat all the competition! That only made it easier for his buddies.

‘’See dad, I was trying to tell you-’’

He tuned Danny out as he looked around the hall and noticed the sign-up table with the judges welcoming in the contestants. And to his surprise sitting there, as the special guest judge, was none other than-

‘’Vladdie!’’

He heard Danny’s confused sputter behind him as he strolled over to his old college friend. Vlad saw him and his eyes grew comically wide. Aw, he was happy to see him too!

‘’Jack.’’ Vlad started as the man stood before him. He had that funny expression he always did whenever they greeted each other. ‘’What are you doing here?’’

‘’Why, Vladdie! I’m here to win the contest!’’ he exclaimed loudly, holding up the Fenton fishing line with all his buddies tied to it. They started thrashing around when they noticed Vlad. Or maybe it was only because Danny joined them at that moment.

The mayor spared the sausages a tiny glance before massaging his temples. ‘’This is a wiener dog competition, Jack. For wiener dogs.’’

‘’I've heard! That’s why I brought my bunch! They’re absolute hounds for ghosts.’’ he leaned in and lowered his voice to a stage whisper. ‘’But that’s our final trick, don’t tell anyone.’’

Vlad ignored that and turned to the other judges instead.

‘’We can't possibly let him compete. Those aren’t dogs.’’

‘’Well Mayor Masters…’’ a lithe brunette man, sitting beside him answered. ‘’we never stated that the sausage has to be a dog.’’

He and the third judge, a lady with a very high gray hair-do, were looking through a thick book labeled as the rules. There were little dachshunds decorating each page.

‘’Yep. Not even once.’’ the lady confirmed after flipping the book closed.

‘’The word sausage is used throughout the entire book?’’

‘’What can I say Mayor Masters , it is a form of endearment for us sausage lovers.’’

Jack heard Danny laugh beside him. He was confused with their entire conversation. Obviously sausages were allowed! It was a sausage contest! But before he could butt in, Vlad muttered something under his breath and signed him up, giving him and his buddies the contestant pass.

He bid Vlad a goodbye for now, which the man huffed at. It was so adorable to see his best friend was sad to leave him even for a few minutes!

While turning around in the direction of the contestant lounge he thought he saw Danny and Vlad glare at each other, but when he took a second glance Danny was looking at him instead and Vladdie was already talking to some lady with a dog.

He shrugged it off and continued on to the lounge with a huge grin.

Soon the contest started. All the contestants were lining up on the stage to be introduced to the audience. Jack didn’t understand why the dachshunds from the lobby were now strolling up the stage together with his sausage buddies.

Danny offered that maybe they ate the other sausages and now had to take their place. Which made a lot of sense! Why’d he say that while rolling his eyes was a mystery to him though.

After the introductions were done, the real show started. The contest was divided into a few challenges. The first being a little obstacle course, which his sausages passed by eating all the obstacles. And one of the dogs.

Secondly, there was a bikini modeling showcase. His buddies really impressed the judges by coming together to form a big sausage, which filled out the bikini perfectly! Jack was sure he heard some ladies scream with excitement in the audience!

After that all the contestants were answering some deep questions presented by a man, who kept claiming to be the host. Or their owners were answering the questions for them. Talking about peace or some other nonsense. His boys went out there and ate the host guy! And another one of the dogs too for good measure! The ladies in the audience really loved that one!

They were absolutely rocking it on stage! At least Jack thought so. He had to stop Danny from interfering a few times. His boy really had a good heart wanting to help the sausages like this, but he just had to believe they could pull through it on their own! Jack would always believe in them!

Finally it was time for the talent show. He was really excited for this one. He talked about their plan to Danny all evening and judging by the way his boy started fidgeting he was excited too!

Unfortunately Vlad insisted that their act should come last. Something about making sure there are no more shortages in the contestant numbers. Whatever that meant. He probably just wanted to save the best for last!

‘’Two more acts and it’s our turn Danno! Are you excited?’’ Jack asked, looking back at Danny, before turning around to keep peering at the stage from behind the curtain.

‘’Mm. Yeah… uh, how about I go get us some drinks before they go? You know… so we can be refreshed when they win…’’

‘’Good thinking son! Bring some for the sausages too! We can open a cracked one with the boys, as you younglings say!’’

‘’Yeah..uh… sure…’’ he heard Danny say as he retreated to get the drinks.

Jack looked at the sausages sitting by his legs, still tied with the fishing line. They got bored of trying to aggressively chew on Danny by now, so they were just hanging around waiting for their next performance.

The two remaining acts weren’t anything special. All the dogs were being quite boring if Jack had to be honest. All they did was jump around or dance. He was slowly falling asleep when the announcer (who replaced the eaten host) called for their act.

Finally! The sausages were gonna show them REAL talent!

Danny was still not back with the drinks though. Maybe he found a space in the audience to get a front row view! Yeah, his son was smart like that!

‘’It’s showtime boys.’’ he said to the sausages leading them on stage. The announcer was already long gone, probably thinking he’s also gonna get eaten.

They stood in the middle of the stage. Jack lined them up in a little line before speaking into the microphone positioned in front of them.

‘’Hello again everyone!’’ he yelled looking around at everyone. He could see the audience shaking in excitement.

Vlad, who was sitting with the other judges in front of the stage, cleared his throat.

‘’So, Jack. What are you gonna present for us now and how many people are gonna get eaten?’’

‘’Hah Vladdie! You jokester! No people are gonna be eaten!’’

He was pretty sure he heard Vlad mutter something that sounded suspiciously like thanking some ancients.

‘’Well then. What are these… sausages gonna do?’’ the lady judge asked.

‘’They’re gonna hunt down and eat a ghost!’’ Jack exclaimed and in a swift move untied all the sausages. (It took him a while to get that move right, good thing they trained last night!) ‘’GO! GO GHOST HUNT BOYS! MAKE ME PROUD!’’

The audience screamed and everyone rose to their feet. A standing ovation already! But then they started running away. Huh. What kind of ovation was that? A running ovation?

‘’JACK YOU BUFFOON. TAKE THEM OFF OF ME!’’ Vladdie’s yelling brought him out of his thoughts.

He looked over to the man and saw his boys attacking him. He was covered head to toe in wieners who viciously chewed on him like they did with the bathtub. Without thinking he jumped off the stage to aid his friend.

‘’NO BOYS THAT’S NOT AN EVIL GHOST! IT’S JUST VLADDIE!’’

‘’So boys, how did it go?’’ Maddie asked when Jack and Danny (who Jack found right after the event was over) entered the house later that evening. The sausages once again tied to the Fenton fishing line strolling in behind them and going straight for the fridge. They had to be tired.

‘’We won!’’ Jack shouted, showing her the big trophy he hid behind his back. It was at least 5 feet tall. ‘’The judges loved our outstanding performance!’’

‘’Or more like Vlad was the only judge left after everyone evacuated and he let us win just so dad takes them off of him.’’ Danny added before going up the stairs to his room.

‘’I still can’t believe my boys would confuse Vladdie for an evil ghost like that.’’ Jack shook his head looking off in the direction of the kitchen.

‘’I can.’’ Maddie muttered then looking at their award quickly added. ‘’What are you gonna do with this trophy, hon?’’

‘’Well it belongs to the sausages so I think we can just put it in their lair.’’

‘’Jack, we are not putting that in the fridge. The sausages are already taking too much space.’’

‘’It’s their home Mads!’’

The next morning Jack sat down in the living room to drink his morning coffee. He turned on the tv which showed the morning news coverage. And hey! They were talking about the contest from yesterday!

As Jack tuned in they were just showing a video clip that someone sent in. It was their last act! And recorded from such a high angle too! It was a bit shaky and some echo-ey sound that resembled a laugh distorted the audio a little bit, but he could still see his sausages attacking Vladdie very clearly!

Man, he couldn't believe it. He and his buddies were on the tv! He had to show them this!

He picked up the tv and ran to the fridge yelling.

‘’BOYS LOOK AT THIS!’’

#kad writes #phic phight 2023 #danny phantom

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five-rivers · 1 year

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First. Previous.

Okay. Well. Taking everything into consideration… and emphasizing safety… Going out was risky as either Fenton or Phantom. Waiting was… safe. It was safe, but if he had to do it without something to do other than college courses of dubious utility, he'd go nuts.

Besides, it was like a security exercise. If he could do it, someone else could do it. Better to be prepared! Honestly, locking him out was a safety hazard, too. What if there was an emergency and he needed to go to the Zone (not unlike now)?

And… just because he found a workaround didn't mean he had to use it. He could find it, then stop. Report it to his parents. It'd- it'd be useful.

A constriction in his chest he hadn't even been aware of loosened. His shoulders slumped.

It'd still be useful even if he did go through with it. He'd be exploring. Collecting new information. Learning.

He pushed away from the lab door and, feeling slightly rebellious, flew up into his bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and scrunched his toes into the carpet, trying to draw comfort from the sensation of home he'd painstakingly worked into his not-quite-a-lair. Then, he went to his computer and started to pull up all the information he had on the DNA scanner, the lock, and the portal doors.

If he was going to do this, even on a theoretical basis, he needed to have a plan of action. He needed to have things to research, to test, he needed to…

… he needed to call Tucker.

"Hey, man," said Tucker, and Danny resisted the urge to ask him if his voice had gotten deeper again, because even if it seemed that way it probably hadn't and Danny didn't want to make this weird again. "How did your talk with your parents go?"

"Bad."

"Ah," said Tucker. "Did you tell them how you feel?"

"I tried," said Danny, flopping dramatically on his bed. "They're not listening."

"Maybe you should get Jazz to talk to them, after all."

"No," said Danny. "I don't want to--She has her own things to worry about, and Mom and Dad and I… we need to figure out how to work out our problems. I was actually wondering, would you help me hack the DNA lock on the portal? They disabled my privileges."

There was a long moment of silence, and Danny bit his lip, worried.

"Danny, dude, do you really think that's 'working out your problems?' Don't you think that's a bit, I don't know, extreme?"

“I don’t know. I just need to do something, and they won’t let me do anything. I feel like I’m stuck and I hate it. I’d just– I’d just feel a lot better knowing that I could go, if I needed to. Could you help me get through it? Please?”

“Okay, okay. I'll help. Just let me think about it for a minute."

Danny bit his lip. "Okay."

Tucker was silent for a long moment, but just when Danny started to think that maybe he’d pushed too hard, he said, “Just to be clear, you want this to be, like, some way you could get through at any time? Not something where you just have to get through once at some point?”

“I mean, yeah. Because, because,” Danny hurried to say, “I’m not necessarily going through without their permission, I just want to be able to go.”

“Uh huh,” said Tucker. “Well, if you just wanted to go through once, and have it be one and done, I’d say keep an eye on them and wait for them to open the portal, but I guess we’ll have to be more tricky.”

“That’s not hacking.”

“Yeah, but some of the best hacking isn’t hacking at all, it’s social engineering. When possible, you go around security, not through.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.” It wasn’t too different from some of the things he did when fighting, after all, or when avoiding fights.

“And you’re better at the mechanical end of things to begin with. Less stuff to go wrong.”

“Uh huh,” said Danny. “But I don’t think there’s much mechanical I can do beyond taking apart the lock. Which I can do, I guess. It’ll just take a long time and be really noticeable. Or the door itself.”

“Yeah, how about we table that for now. Do they have any of their probes still out? Or anything else that’s kind of on both ends? I know you can’t do that tech possession digital travel thing in, like, public anymore, because of the Guys in White monitor, but can you do it on your parents’ stuff?”

Danny considered that for a moment, then shook his head. “They ghost proofed a lot of it since last time Technus went by. I don’t think it occurred to any of us to make an exception for me. If they even could do something like that.” He paused. “There is the thermos plug. I still have access to that. But it doesn’t open unless you put the thermos in and stand clear.”

“Can’t you make duplicates?”

Danny sat up. “Huh?”

“Can’t you just, you know, duplicate yourself, suck one of yourselves - man, that sounds bad, somehow - into the thermos, and then have the other one of you flush the thermos?”

“That’s…” Danny paused for dramatic effect, “genius!”

“Thanks,” said Tucker, dryly. “Glad to know I still have it.”

“Of course! Like you could lose it.”

“Trust me, I can definitely lose it,” said Tucker. “Hey, if you do try this, maybe write a note for your parents first? Because you can’t get back through this way.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Danny. “That is a problem. But I think it should be fine…” This wasn’t like the old days, after all. His parents would notice if he was gone for any significant length of time. Which was good! Just… not convenient for slipping away.

“Don’t do anything too crazy, alright? Wait for Sam and I to come back for summer break.”

Danny smiled and nodded, even though he knew Tucker couldn’t see him. “I know! I’m looking forward to it!”

For obvious reasons, Danny couldn’t try out the workaround while his parents were still in the lab. He had to wait until after they came up for a stilted family dinner, and then even longer for them to go to bed.

But when they did…

He went down to the lab, thermos in hand, and stood in front of the portal. He rolled the thermos nervously between his hands, staring up at the portal. If he did this, his parents would be mad, but…

His eyes slid over to the comm equipment they used during his excursions. If he got them good data, maybe they wouldn’t be as mad?

On the other hand, then they’d be able to find him.

He bit his lip. He could still back out, too. Make what he’d told himself and Tucker more true. Go to bed.

#danny phantom #poll #audience participation #kingdoms of fish

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tanglepelt · 1 year

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Run Ghost Run 10

A03 prev next

What have Sam Tucker and Jazz been up to?

Sam was panicking. Danny had left for a council meeting this morning. It was now around 5 p.m. Those meetings never took this long in the human realm.

The longest had been three hours. For them.

Danny says they feel super long back in the realm. With Clockwork as a long-standing member, it wouldn’t be hard to see him messing around. Then again nobody enjoyed these meetings.

Every member hated the meeting except the Observants. They always went the same way. Parties never changed minds most meetings solved nothing, and everyone left without a solution. Only to have to come back for the next meeting for the same thing to happen. Time is nothing for immortal beings, all would rather not sit around doing nothing. That was the observants job.

Once, Danny, has his coronation majority will fall on him. The council was only formed when Pariah was sealed away. A group of ghosts of different backgrounds to keep balance. Danny hadn’t told her the full details, honestly, he probably hardly listened. Danny tended to zone out on those things.

The whole king thing was odd.

Trial by combat isn’t a good way to choose a king.

Only the powerful would be able to lead. Those often only want to get stronger. Absolute power corrupts, a whole leadership based on the premise was doomed.

It was 5:17 on the dot when she got a message.

The council wanted war; Danny said he tried to get them to listen. They didn’t. Danny thanks to clockwork convinced them to give a warning. To the GIW of all people.

The government was going to be the death of them all.

She’s been saying it for years.

At 5:45 p.m. they all glow green. Sam and Tucker had been alone in the theater room. A text to jazz and it happened to her as well. Thankfully she had been in the bathroom.

At 7:15 p.m. the ghost alarm goes off. Lockdowns now mandatory. The GIW and “mayor” masters had made sure they were enforced. Tucker and her at her house. Pretending to have a movie night.

Tucker gets grilled by her parents. They didn’t want him there in a lockdown. They can’t do much.

So, she waits.

An hour passes. No word

Tucker finally escapes the grilling of her parents they wait some more.

It was 9 p.m. no word from Danny. It’s now after curfew. Still stuck at her house. Still on lockdown.

No ghost had attacked. None of their equipment had been set off. So why was the alarm sounding? Why did the Fenton parents set it off?

Stuck sitting here going insane. No word nothing.

Maybe he just forgot. A call and text go unanswered.

Jazz wasn’t even home for them to check with her. She had been away for the night a tutoring session gone long. The parents offered her to stay the night when the ghost alarm went off. She couldn’t get out of there. Curse the curfew and lockdowns. Not expected back until around noon the next day. Longer than 24 hours after he disappeared.

Still, they texted her.

Jazz was going to hit home when she could. The parents of who she was tutoring were guarding the door. Just like how Gram was watching them.

The night passed too slowly.

Jazz texted them back at 6:05. 5 minimum after curfew.

He’s not here.

They had to find him.

Tucker knows he’s a good hacker, good reprogramming, and a good coder.

He knows he can hack the Fenton stuff well. He often overrides their security to make Danny’s life easy. Disengaging the security system, wiping Danny’s ecto-signature from their devices, and general device management.

All his safety protocols had been removed. Danny’s ecto signature was logged back into the system. The Fenton parents had to of seen them. Any trace of him was gone. All the hints, the bugs anything he ever touched. Software once up to date now older versions. This had to have been an old backup. He had been found out and a restore had been done.

Any trace of the Fenton’s experiments and lab work is long gone.

The security footage in the lab was wiped. All of it is gone. Deleted digitally and the SD card they kept for each day is gone. No record of anything that had occurred in the last week. Not for the nearly 24 hours they hadn’t seen Danny.

The Fenton parents never got rid of anything. Not after the portal incident, the one-to-many close calls with Danny always showed that. Tucker had to constantly loop the footage and change the time stamps. It was never deleted never fully gone. Not even the incident when Mr. Fenton got pantsed by a ghost.

The two Drs. had to have done something.

It was at 10:10 when he had to inform the group, he had nothing.

All he could do was wipe the little information remaining, the ecto-signatures. The items that are meant to track and hunt down. Those remained.

Jazz left for the infinite realm at 10:11. They would know if he made it back. She searched the house even calling her parents. The GAV was gone, and Danny’s room didn’t look slept in.

Was she wrong about their parents?

Her fingerprint unlocked the portal. She left with the speedster. Sam and Tucker staying to look for clues. Looks for his signature to see if they could follow him.

Pandora and Frostbite were by the entrance. Guarding it from Danny’s rogues, a promise they meant to keep. Preventing them from leaving the realm. The two were worried, Jazz promised updates. She left the realm more worried than before.

Pandora and Frostbite wouldn’t stand by idle if they had no word.

There was a war now looming.

Knowing it was only a matter of time. Knowing Danny, the would-be king was missing. Knowing they’ll look for him if he doesn’t show up. Knowing her baby brother was missing.

It was 11:00 am when they went to the go bag. Pulling it from its hiding spot. Jazz made sure the med kit was stocked. Full to the brim with supplies. She put a note on the bag as well. Sam added some cash.

She knew her baby brother.

He’d run if something happened to him. Thinking it would hide the situation from prying eyes. The GIW would chase him down, they had enough force to spare. Ever since those acts, they only got more and more members. It would only be a matter of time before they’d nab a ghost inditing war… If they hadn’t to Danny.

Hopefully, her note would get through to him.

She knew it wouldn’t, but she had to try.

The three regrouped at the nasty burger. Text and calls still going unanswered. The GIW was their next step. It couldn’t just be rushed into, breaking into government labs isn’t always Childs play. Not with the GIW seeming to have better weapons each and every day.

They planned and plotted. Only leaving the nasty burger when it became more crowded. Their tiny corner booth is no longer prime real estate.

Her parent's answer about Danny was concerning. I’m sure he’s fine jazzicans. Just leave it be.

They had done something.

The three went to Tucker's apartment this time. Away from Sam’s home and away from her parents. She wouldn’t leave it be. It was her brother, and she would do whatever she could for him.

Tucker wasn’t having luck getting into the GIW security system. All the spyware they had managed to get in was non-functional. Nothing was coming live.

8:00 was curfew. They’d keep trying until then. At curfew, she would confront her parents. Since 4 p.m. they’d been telling her to come back home. That it was important.

She wasn’t ready to confront them. Not until they knew how to find her brother.

At 7:54 when the communicator went off. It was Danny. He was alive.

The communicator sat left behind at the meeting point. He left them behind just three letters at the rendezvous point.

Each envelope was labeled Jazz, Tucker, and then Sam.

That wouldn’t stop them from finding him. Danny was self-destructive. It was Jazz’s job as an older sister to find him and scold him. Well after making sure he was okay.

He wasn’t.

She knew that.

Jazz could hope he was safe.

The three would get supplies from the lab and head out. Some pure ectoplasm and ecto-dejecto. The specialty meds and thread was made just for him. Nothing else would work. They just had to get past her parents. Sam and Jazz had been bonding science the “girls” night. It would be too hard to believe they got caught up before curfew and all just went to the closest house.

Everyone played the system this way. To “trick” the system.

The Three would find him despite what he wanted. Hiding wouldn’t solve anything. Letters are hidden away in pockets.

They could read them on the road.

Jazz knew something felt off as they got closed. The air was tense. Things were wrong. She ignored it. So did the other two.

They shouldn’t have.

Immediately upon entering the house, the alarm system spoke.

Lockdown protocols engaged.

Her parents rushed up from the lab. Looking frantic and worried. Anti-ecto weapons in hand. The two looked feral and crazed.

“Good, it’s the three of you.”

“There’s no easy way to break this to you guys.”

Jack hissed out “Phantom had been possessing our baby boy for who knows how long.”

With a disgusted tone, Maddie agreed with him “That thing has been disposed of...”

Time froze for Jazz.

Jazz wasn’t listening anymore. All she could do was think about Danny.

What did they do?

There was yelling between Sam, Tucker, and her parents. She only caught keywords.

disposed

possessed

thing

What did they do?

Rage filled her as she thought of the past. Learning his secret, the picnics as kids, fending off dinner together, and all the botched holidays.

She was barely aware of the shouting and the struggle. That Jack was now restricting Sam and Tucker in a “hug”. That Maddie was approaching her.

“WHAT did You” Jazz spit out at them “to my little brother” then lunged at Maddie.

Jazz would like to say she put up a fight. The most she accomplished was pulling the blue hood off Maddie’s face. Only to ultimately have her hands forced behind her back.

Sam and Tucker were oddly calm in Jack's grasp.

The prick in her neck made her realize why. Some type of relaxant.

Brought to the lab a blood test for all. Monitors on their wrists. In case of an escape.

To the shock of none of them, all three of them were contaminated. They’ve known this for ages. Anyone with enough exposure to a portal of the beings of the realms would be exposed. What they have is ingrained into them, something that would never go away.

The majority in the town had exposure. A kind that would dissipate after a day or two of being overshadowed only an hour or two after a major fight. No one else in town that they were aware of where like them.

Jack and Maddie kept talking. It was hard to stay focused on what was going on. She heard them talk about texting Sam and Tucker's parents. A lie about being with Danny. Talks of how to cleanse them all. Talks of how they only had just a tad bit more than them. Talks of if they should hand them over to the GIW.

There was a flash of green. A green rip opened wide through the lab. The room now illuminated in green.

Guards who attacked at the town hall meeting came through a portal. Followed by they eyeballs, the observants. They looked even creepier then Danny had described. Not the one that had been made. The one on lockdown is out of reach to them.

Frostbite and Pandora looking beyond furious. Staring daggers at Jack and Maddie. Eyes that looked ready to kill.

A minor reveal from an observant of all things. The beings Danny always complains about. The know-it-alls who watch everything. The ones who casually mentioned watching Danny but not acting hoping he’d see their way and cease his rebellious streak.

Whatever they had done to him caused this. She didn’t know what.

What did they do?

She heard them talk about a new hunt. An ecto-signature had suddenly been hidden after leaving Amity. The one for Danny, the talks of rounding up those in this realm before they began. She, Tucker, and Sam were the first to be retrieved. More would follow. Talks all around them like nothing was wrong.

Nothing could happen until all entities were found. They would follow the agreement that had been made. The capture of Jack and Maddie would be handled now. It wouldn’t change the results, while they can’t destroy anything they could be kept.

Jack and Maddie use a portable ghost shield to get away. The ghost couldn’t touch them as they left up the stairs out of view.

They’d be kept in the realm in the keep until arrangements could be made. As she was being brought through the portal. Out of the side of her eyes, she saw a figure leaving behind a green glowing sticky note. Hidden right by an ecto-dejecto.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #run ghost run #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton

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airis-hunter · 1 year

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You’re like me..?

sneak peek

Summary: When Airis first heard about Phantom she had her suspicions about him, but without meeting him she couldn’t really prove them, so she did what she had been wanting to do for a while now, she ran away from home and into the craziness of Amity Park.

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If you asked her, Airis would tell you she had a pretty secure grip on her emotions.

She didn’t hold her anger like an abusive father holding a child's wrist, no, she holds hers in a tight hug and rubs its back soothingly whenever it starts to shake.

However, what she was reading made her want to let go of her anger and let it run around like a scared cat in the vet's office. The Fentons papers on ghosts was so fucking biased it was disgusting. They were basically describing themselves when talking about the ghosts in their papers.

They only had a few facts right, but then they twisted those facts to suit what they thought of ghosts. It made Airis have to take multiple deep breaths in order to keep her anger in her arms. She had held it in a firm hug for so fucking long, she would not let go now just because two bumbling idiots though all ghost were malevolent.

Looking up from her phone Airis saw the sign that greeted her into Amity Park. She let a small smile form on her lips as she flew past the sign. Howfully Phantom would listen to her and not attack first, but from what she had read she doubted he would. Especially once she revealed she was like him.

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The town was surprisingly quiet. Not at all what she was expecting for America’s most haunted town. Her grumbling stomach quickly alerted her to the fact that she hasn’t eaten anything in at least 4 or 5 hours.

Stupid basic half-human human needs.

Opening her phone again she looked on her maps to see a fast food joint called ‘Nasty Burger’ nearby. Not as good as Mcdonalds or Wendys, but it would have to do. Quickly memorizing the route she closed her phone and shoved it in her hoodie pocket.

As she walked she couldn’t help, but look around and let her thoughts wander.

If Phantom was really like her then she had to plan it out so if he ended up not being like her then she wouldn’t expose herself to all the people that would love to dissect her. The scar on her chest wouldn’t let her just forget.

She didn’t fully trust Phantom of course, but it was so hard not to when she felt such a connection to him just by looking at him in a picture, not even in person yet. Sighing to herself Airis grumbled in frustration at not understanding her feelings. No one knew her feelings like she did, but with this new growing feeling between her and the ghost boy she felt like a 10 year old again who was just starting to hold her emotions on a thin leash that risked snapping at any given moment.

Airis needed to hit something she hadn’t hit anything since that day, but knew she couldn’t wouldn’t. It might draw unwanted attention to herself, but then again Amity Park was strang, had stranger.

Seeing the Nasty Burger up ahead she quickened her pace and walked into the burger joint. She struggled a little to not make a face of disgust at the strong scent of high school jocks mixed with popular girls and grease. As soon as she spotted who was ruining the smell of grease she tried not to sneer tried was a strong word.

Airis walked up to the counter and glanced at the menu before ordering the closest she could get to her normal Mcdonalds order. While she waited she couldn’t help the sneer that made its way onto her face again when she looked back at Jocks and obvious popular girls sitting at one of the booths.

The sneer was replaced with a questioning look when one of the jocks looked across the fast food joint and smiled. Airis didn’t like that smile it was a smile she would never be able to wipe from her memories of him.

She watched with bated breath as the jock got up and went over to a table where three people were sitting and picked up the white boy with black hair and blue by the front of his shirt. Oh, oh no, fuck no.

Airis didn’t stop the animal-like growl that reverberated through her throat as she stormed over the jock and the three other kids they were her age.

Just as the jock lifted his hand to punch the smaller boy she sprung forward and socked the jock in the jaw, sending him to the ground and forcing him to drop the black haired boy onto his seat.

The entire Nasty Burger fell silent as Airis stared down at the blond haired Ken doll.

“Do you enjoy hurting people?” Airis practically snarled at the guy.

“Who the hell do you think you are?!” He snarled back but it didn’t sound nearly as threatening as he must have thought it was.

Airis almost laughed out loud at the sound of his voice. Smirking, Airis replied. “Says the squeaky toy.”

Her smirk grew larger at the sound of muffled laughter next to her. Glancing in the direction she saw all three of the teens trying to hide their laughter.

The blond's face turned red in anger or embarrassment; whatever it was it was amusing. He stood up and Airis realized that he was more than a few inches taller than her she spent most of her life being shorter than almost everyone in her life.

The blond obviously noticed this as well and smiled in “victory” don’t make her laugh.

“So what if I like messing with Fent-eno? What are you gonna do about it twink?” The blond sneered.

Airis couldn’t help the laugh that came out of her mouth. “Twink?! Really!” Another fit of laughter bubbled out of her mouth. “That the best you can come up with diko?”

The blond looked confused while she heard the darker skinned teen start laughing even harder. “What's that supposed to mean short stack?!” He growled out. Airis couldn’t even count it as a growl, she heard better growls from 8 year olds.

Her smile turned into something more sinister before she spoke. “Now why would I tell you what it means?” SHe sneered at him before continuing. “You don’t deserve even a sliver of my respect.” Just to make a point she sent out a bit of her revenant aura towards the jock.

Her sneer turned into a smirk as she watched him try to fight off the shaking that was quickly setting into his bones. “This isn’t over, loser.” He “growled” out, before stomping off to the table his friends were sitting and they quickly left.

Airis merely grumbled to herself before turning to go get the food she came here for.

“Thanks for that.” Looking behind her at the voice she saw it was the black haired boy that was talking. “No one ever usually stands up against Dash.”

She smiled at him, a genuine smile she pointedly ignored how her core thumped painfully in her chest she hadn’t smiled genuinely like that in what felt like forever.

“Trust me it was my pleasure.” She huffed as she turned fully to the other teens. One was a girl with black hair tied up in a small ponytail on the top of her head. The girl wore clothes that screamed goth at Airis. The other boy was a darker skinned teen with a red beret adorning the top of his head.

The boy that the now dubbed ‘Dash’ had in his hand moments ago had black hair as well and bright blue eyes almost as bright as her own. He wore a simple hoodie with red sleeves and a hood.

Airis snarled. “I hate bullies.”

The black haired boy smiled at her. “Yeah me two.” He stuck out his hand in front of him. “I’m Danny by the way. The girl is Sam and the other boy is Tucker.”

She took his hand in a firm hold before shaking it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Airis.”

As she let go of the boy's hand Sam spoke up. “Hey Danny, why doesn’t she come with us to my house?” She looked at Airis. “We were planning on bowling and then watching a movie.”

Airis couldn’t help how her smile softened. “I’d like that.”

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #fanfic #dp fanfic #danny phantom fanfic #fanfiction #sneak peek #work in progress #my oc #oc #oc fanfic #oc fanfiction #i really like how this is turning out #didn't expect that

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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I have never watched DP and everything I know about it is what I saw on Tumblr but... are you telling me... that you have ANOTHER fandom where the villain wants to adopt the MC?

Oh hun, let me tell you about how absolutely delicious and messed up the relationship between Danny Fenton and Vlad Masters is. It’s a veritable mine of content, a fic writer could get lost in that sweet, sweet sauce.

Long story short is Vlad is also part human, part ghost from a lab accident also caused by Danny’s parents 20 years ago when they were in college. He used his powers for selfish gain, lying and cheating his way to billions of dollars. But he was still bitter, still alone, falling victim to the ghostly nature of his powers and becoming obsessive. He was in love with Danny’s mom, Maddie and is convinced he had a chance with her if only his accident hadn’t happened. He blames Danny’s dad, Jack and swears to kill him.

He puts his plan into motion for their 20 year college reunion, to kill Jack and woo Maddie and finally stop feeling so alone. Only he finds out that the Fenton’s youngest son, a shy boy he’d written off, is also a half ghost hybrid. And just like that Vlad isn’t totally alone in the world.

But does Vlad approach Danny like a normal person? Offer his understanding, help with his powers and generally act like someone with half a conscious? hell no. Instead he beats the child halfway to Sunday, demands that Danny forsake his home and family and become Vlad’s apprentice all the while actively trying to kill his Dad. Danny, predictably, says no dice.

And it spirals out of control from there. Vlad’s obsession with Maddie slowly shifts until he’s become obsessed with Danny. He says he wants love, he says he wants a family but he’s trying to get at it by scaring the child, by threatening him, by trying to get rid of every other place for Danny to turn so he has no where else to go but into Vlad’s welcoming arms. He wants a son but he has no idea how to be a decent person much less a father. At one point, he goes full blown nutso and tries to clone Danny to create “the perfect half ghost son”, it blows up in his face (literally) but it goes to show the lengths he’d go to.

Danny, meanwhile, is rightfully angry and upset about the whole situation. He’s scared to death of these ghost powers and he meets someone who finally understands and all he does is manipulate and hurt Danny. It really takes a blow to Danny’s trust in adults, Vlad instantly tries to control him once he learns about Danny’s powers so how can Danny trust anyone? He wants some guidance, he wants security and all he keeps getting is pain. He lashes out just as hard back as Vlad, mocking his loneliness and flaunting the loved ones he has in his life. He spits and curses the man as Fenton and tries to punch his smarmy face in as Phantom.

They’re two members of the world’s smallest species and they can’t stand each other. But it’s not as simple as that. Vlad has been isolated from people for 20 years, he’s conniving and manipulative as a human but his ghost powers make him 10x worse and his moral compass is perpetually broken. He does love, in his own twisted way, but things he had to force and painfully grip that love not realizing he’s driving people off. Danny is also just a kid and it’s not his job to help Vlad through his many, many issues. Vlad also exacerbates Danny’s paranoia and mistrust in general. I think some part of him still does look up to Vlad, hoping that one day he’ll turn around and become an actual mentor to Danny who really has no adult he can rely on. He’s willing to lend a hand to help his enemies but he always hesitates with Vlad, burned too many times. We see in a future AU that Vlad is capable of change and regret, Danny likewise is very compassionate and open but just can’t extend the same curtesy to Vlad.

Danny Phantom said “lets take this traumatized boy soldier with death powers who cant relate to anyone living and dead, give him an archenemy that 30 years older than him, more powerful in wealth and skills and smarts who is out to mentally break the child until he submits completely” and we fans just ate it up

#danny phantom #the relationship btw vlad and danny is so fascinating #its MESSED UP on a fundamental level #its so goddamn sad in its own way #but its interesting to see played out #S3 butchered Vlads character and made him out to be a stereotypical villain who wants to rule the world #not a laser focused manipulative asshole who just wants to own you #which is far far scarier #gentrychild #now that i think on it #there ARE a lot of parallels btw DFO and Vlad and Danny #dan obviously isnt his real son but the supposed love being felt? the manipulation? the lack of trsut on the child's part?? fab

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 3 years

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I had this crazy random thought last night and before I went to bed and it was ‘What if Valerie was the half ghost and Danny was the ghost hunter?’ Like, maybe something from her dad’s job caused it and Danny was surrounded with negative opinions on ghost and decided to become a hunter as well?? I’m not sure when my 3AM mind was going with this

oh shit this is like reverse trio au with a twist I am SO ON BOARD

The Fentons work with Axiom Labs to create the ghost portal, Damon is still the head security guard, and maybe Val comes to bring her dad his dinner that he left at home, but since she's his daughter he doesn't supervise her as she's leaving, figuring she's not a threat or anything and she knows where the exit is

but she gets curious, she decides to just pop into the lab with the portal just to have a look

some kind of series of events will eventually lead to her ending up inside the portal, maybe she gets too close and trips on wires or something, knocking into the switch on the way down

the portal turning on shorts out the power in the whole building and fries the computers, and most other electrical devices including computers, hard drives, cameras and security footage

Damon rushes in to find the portal on and nobody in the room, he leaves to find a radio that works so he can call it in, missing Valerie falling from the portal, she freaks out, not really knowing what happened but knowing she will be in a WORLD of trouble if she gets busted, so she gets her ass out of there

she doesn't realise until she gets home that she looks different, by the time her dad gets home she's back to normal, she tells him that she had already left when shit went down

she tells Star and Paulina what happened though, they're her best friends of course she tells them, and of course when she starts developing powers, they know about that as well, Paulina thinks it's cool as fuck and wants Val to use them for a whole bunch of petty stuff, whereas Star, being the brains of the group, is genuinely concerned for Valerie's health and thinks she should probably see a doctor, but Val refuses to tell anyone what she did because she's terrified of losing her dad his job

meanwhile, Danny's parents have been kicked out of Axiom Labs, having been blamed for the portal incident, the assumption is that it happened due to their safety negligence, and now that the portal now works, Axiom has no need for the Fentons and takes the opportunity to kick them off the project

meaning they have to do all their work at home, which Danny is absolutely unhappy about

the fridge is full of contaminated food, he gets covered in goo every other day, his parents have been extra on edge since being fired and are much more trigger happy about grounding him for stuff, not to mention that he had a heap of freedom when they were constantly out of the house and now he can't get away with staying out after curfew and ordering pizza and junking out as much as he wanted

and now he can't even study or sleep at home in peace, his parents exploding things in the basement in the middle of the night, making noise and barging into his room at all hours of the day, insisting that he help with some project or another since they don't have lab staff on hand anymore

he's miserable, and worse, he knows it wasn't his parents fault

he'd been out late the night of the accident, there was a meteor shower and there was a large radio tower just past Axiom labs that gave him an excellent view, he climbed up there all the time for stargazing

it also gave him an excellent view of Axiom Labs, and the ghost that went running from the facility after the power surge

he knew his parents, as irresponsible as they could be, would never endanger their work on the portal, something else had to happen, something else sabotaged their work

and he was the only one who had seen who it was

and since his parents ghost shit has been forced into his life, he may as well use it to get some retribution, because as it turns out, his parents were right

ghosts are monsters, and this one needs to be put down before it ruins someone else's life

#asks #danny phantom #ghost val au #I'm so into this idea #please please add to this is you've got ideas!#lula's aus #Gray Ghost AU

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babyboydbaby · 4 years

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@hardheadedbighearted

It had all started after Gyro Gearloose had stormed out of Amity in an emotional mess.

The drive home had been absolute hell; Gyro barely keeping it together long enough to focus on the road, and letting out a sigh of relief when he crossed into the familiar streets of Duckburg.

He couldn’t go back. Not after what had happened.

He knew that his time with Pietro, the time spent with a mentor who was just so...so kind, so understanding...one who actually cared about his input and would even go so far as to give him the occasional compliment...

It would never last. It never lasted.

He was an outsider there, and he’d known that for ages.

So why did it hurt so bad?

To know that he really couldn’t go back, not after James had found out about his involvement? To know that Fenton, Fenton, was now a Class-S, a ranking for only the top folks at the labs, with only a very select few above them, and it would only be a matter of time before James asked to hire him on a more permanent basis?

To know everything he already knew about Boyd and his love for Amity, and that it was still only a matter of time before he decided to start going there on a more permanent basis?

To know that everyone who had associated themselves with him were respected, were appreciated, were thriving while he was inevitably left behind?

Why, why, WHY?!

“...You know why, Gearloose,” he said to himself, unable to fight back his tears anymore.

God, he was so selfish. Crying to himself over the fact that everyone he knew was going off and being successful, while he was left behind like he should be. He didn’t deserve to be included in their happiness, in their successes...

He didn’t deserve the things they were getting, and he knew it.

“WATCH IT, ASSHOLE!”

Snapping out of his thoughts, Gyro slammed on the brakes so hard at the sound of some man yelling at him as he crossed the street in front of him, that the little Darkwing Duck bobble head (Couldn’t Launchpad have taken that out of the car before he lent it to him?!) was jolted forwards from the impact, then violently tossed backwards onto the passenger’s seat with a ‘Let’s Get Dangerous!’ outcry as it hit the seat.

Or...it would’ve hit the seat if it wasn’t currently suspended about half a foot in the air by an invisible source.

Eyes wide and with the reaction time of a jackrabbit, Gyro lunged his arm at the...whatever-it-was, and gripped it tightly in his hand as he attempted to get a close look at it.

Whatever it was, its cloaking mechanism dropped when Gyro clenched it tightly, revealing something small and round, with an obvious camera lens on the front.

Gyro’s stomach dropped as he stared putting the pieces together. The strange shimmers out of the corners of his eyes over the past few months, only for him to see nothing at all when he turned his head?

“I knew I wasn’t just seeing things...” he said in a hushed tone, putting the car back into drive and continuing on his way, much quicker than before.

He had to get back to the lab as soon as possible. Whoever had been spying on him was probably aware that he’d caught onto it by that point. He had to get back, had to turn on the security system...

Had to find out what was going on before it was too late...

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The first thing Gyro was conscious of upon opening his eyes was bright lights. Not necessarily the kind one would see upon dying, but not not those kind of lights either.

It took about five seconds of consciousness for him to conclude that they were hospital lights, and that he was lying in a hospital bed.

And it took about ten seconds for him to look at his lack of left arm to remember the events that had transpired to lead him here.

He sighed a tired sigh, sinking further into the pillow behind him as he looked around the room.

Much to his surprise, he was not alone. Not only was Fenton dead asleep in one of the available chairs, but Pietro’s own chair was parked at his bedside, Boyd curled up in his arms.

Boyd...

Oh no...

The memory of what had happened was coming back to him now, much clearer than it had been over the past few days. How much had Boyd seen? How long had all of them been here?

...Oh, God, how much did they know? Did they know about Akita?!

Slowly, he wordlessly pulled himself up into a sitting position, a cold sweat overtaking his entire body.

#To All The Steps Erased And Paths Retraced; And Songs To Be Undone; The Line Will Be Redrawn (Gyro)#DTLS AU #Volume 4 #Long Post #Amputation Mention //#(Yes I will be including all the scenes that transpired between Gyro leaving Amity and what happened)#(But I didn't want to do it all in one post)#(It's fun to space it out and also I am very tired)

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ectoentity · 2 years

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For the WIP tag game: Persephone?

I don't have much written for it yet, so this is a pretty big sample.

Sam knew exactly what she would find at the center long before she got there. It was hard to reconcile the hole in the ground with her memories of an aged brownstone that always smelled slightly of ectoplasm, but also of lavender candles and baked goods. The air here was brisk where once it had been warm. In the center of it all was that damn portal.

The portal to the ghost zone swirled a glowing, acid green. It was hard to look at. Sam’s eyes kept wandering to the metal housing around it rather than the portal itself. In some ways, it hadn’t changed since that awful day almost four years ago. In others, it had changed immensely. The housing around the portal itself had grown into a massive metal arch secured to the ground with chains on both sides. The computers were all shielded from attack and could only be used by ghosts.

“They’re not here,” Mrs. Dr. Fenton said, her voice taut. The town council had tried to stop her from coming along. They were afraid that she would see the wreckage that used to be her home and have some kind of breakdown. Still, there was no one else who was as good at fighting ghosts. If something went wrong, they needed her.

“Maybe they’re late,” Tucker said over the Fenton Phones. He was manning their sensor equipment from the safe zone. Sam was secretly glad that he hadn’t come along. She wasn’t sure she could go through with this if her best friend was here.

#my writing #danny phantom fanfic #persephone au #ask meme

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omegasmileyface · 3 years

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Not in the Job Description

heres a silly lil Danny Phantom concept based entirely off a half-awake sleep-vision that made me laugh :) my subconscious brain is a genius at coming up with things that make just enough sense to be worth writing

summary: Danny's job at a local restaurant is surprisingly fulfilling, even after being crowned Ghost King. Speaking of that job, however, there are some intricacies to it that are hard to keep in mind during everyday life.

warnings: descriptions of nausea and mild sickness

words: 2180

AO3 link

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Honestly, life was going pretty well at the moment for Danny Fenton. He wasn't even worried that it was a false security or a calm before a storm, because this kind of semi-serenity had been going on for more than a year. It was a long-term stability brought about by adaptation and putting in effort to get help and accommodation. Jazz would be proud!

Sometime at the beginning of Junior year, the Observants had chased him down and crowned him High Ghost King (much to the chagrin of both involved parties). It certainly added responsibility to Danny's plate, along with some new sensations and a series of crises (what didn't these days?), but a little political discussion with some of the more powerful ghosts ended with Danny deciding that, at least at the moment, the position didn't require him to do much more than he normally did. More ghosts would seek him out for help and he would do his best, and some "paperwork" (though there was very little paper involved and it was a lot of talking and oaths and rituals and such) happened about monthly. Otherwise, though, the Zone didn't need much more help than that, having survived off an absent King for centuries. Well, and the ambient purpose of the King as a sort of core for the Zone, but Danny didn't have to put in time or conscious effort for that.

Eventually that settled into normalcy, and Danny was back to worrying about the balance of schoolwork, self-care, and fighting. He still hadn't given up on the prospect of someday becoming an astronaut, and he was determined to have the grades for it. Don't get him wrong, he'd gotten way better about that! He'd formed a practiced, if not entirely stable, system that kept his grades at a solid B- / C+, while getting a solid 5-ish hours of sleep most nights and not bottling things up too much. It was about halfway through Junior year that he realized, with some help from his friends, that his ghosts fights were honestly pretty civil, at least against the regulars. Civil enough that he knew they had some respect for him, and was willing to risk asking for help. So a few weeks and awkward but not bad conversations later, and he had agreements with almost all his regular "foes" not to cause trouble within Amity from 11pm to 7am, 3pm on weekdays. It was more than half the day off-limits on school days, and plenty of ghosts made up for it to a degree by making themselves more common during the "permitted" hours, but it greatly increased Danny's well-being and school performance anyway. "Rivals" like Skulker and Technus had enough respect for Danny and his Lair to abide, and plenty even cared that he was taking care of himself, even between frequent sparring. Maybe a few were really just in fear of his new crown, but he chose to cautiously pretend that wasn't a possibility.

After graduation — he made Senior year with all As and Bs! — Danny's parents had encouraged him to get a part-time job over the summer. He had been interning at FentonWorks (paid! His parents might not be the most attentive but they certainly weren't unfair) since he had accidentally revealed himself a few years back, and they had been thrilled to hear that he still intended to go into NASA if possible, and had done whatever they could to help. They recommended the job because, as good as a paid scientific internship was on a resume, it would help to have a variety of activity and the opportunity to get recommendations from employers who weren't liable to nepotism. After searching local businesses, Danny found a small sandwich shop founded by a middle-aged couple who had moved in and set up shop just before the ghost attacks began. Being close to the school but not far from the commercial sector and offering small portable food (no one wants to sit down for a meal when a spirit could come crashing through the window at any moment), the place got good enough business to pay the employees a proper living wage. Better yet, they were allowed to take home unsold food! Not to mention the owners were both very kind women who held smiling conversation with employees and customers alike. Danny was more than lucky to land such a nice job, even if it meant he had to get up at 7 five days a week.

All this is to say that it wasn't as surprising as it could have been that he was having a slow and pleasant day at work.

Both the owners were out for the day on some sort of vacation, so today it was just Danny and a short teenager named Casey manning the place. Most of their orders recently had been online due to an explosion causing road work near the restaurant and it was mid-morning, leaving work slow enough that they could afford to just have the two until lunch shift started. Danny was on cashier duty today, but unless the door bell sounded, he was helping Casey in the kitchen.

"Aw, man, we're almost out of tomatoes."

"Really?" Casey looked up to the shelf Danny was inspecting and indeed saw only 3 tomatoes. "Huh, guess they didn't restock yesterday. Well, we probably shouldn't risk needing more before the day's out, do you want me to go get more?"

Danny shook his head. "Nah, I can go. I think I could use the fresh air." He said that a lot, especially as an excuse when his ghost sense went off, but that didn't mean it wasn't true. He never had liked being confined.

Casey checked the monitor to see if they'd gotten any new online orders. Since there was a grocery store just a block away, any time someone needed a quick restock they tended to just walk.

They looked up to see Danny already had his jacket on and was looking them in the eye. "Would you take over my position until I come back?"

"Of course. Ten minutes?"

With a nod and a smile, Danny was out the back door.

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After a moment of habitually wiping down the counters, Casey went up to the register in case a customer appeared.

It was even quieter than before for a few minutes, so they busied themself with mini restocks and organization. They were in the middle of stacking some paper coffee cups when they started to feel dizzy. There had been this subtle pressure on their chest since Danny left, which they figured was anxiety for working the restaurant alone for the first time, and now it had solidified into a warm nausea that flared whenever they exhaled.

With the disinterested panic that came from having strange things happen for years, they wondered if they had missed their medication this morning. A quick glance at their phone, however, showed the notification for it checked off.

Putting the phone back away, Casey noticed the tips of their fingers were somewhat translucent. Alright then, it was definitely something to do with ghosts. Great! Just excellent. The panic was less disinterested this time.

They weren't familiar with any sort of ghost illness that made humans translucent, so they definitely needed to call someone to make sure nothing bad happened. It would be best to call the Fentons' public number so they could go over and get looked over by then. In the meantime, they should call Danny and ask him to hurry back. He shouldn't be much longer anyway.

Casey didn't even get the chance to act on their plan, however, before a short humanoid ghost appeared in the dining area. They didn't look to be up to anything, but Casey reached for the emergency ectoblaster beneath the register anyway. The nausea was getting worse, along with a new chill, and they couldn't be sure this new ghost wasn't somehow causing whatever they were going through.

The ghost looked at them with an expression that was almost desperate. "Ah! Kind human, thank you for your time." The ghost... bowed? "I am Eurusid, from the Spoken Channels. There has been a dispute which damaged public meeting grounds in the center of the Channels, and both groups refuse to allow the damage to be repaired except by the other group."

Casey's eyes narrowed. It was becoming difficult to stand with the dizziness, and if not the ghost himself, then whatever he was saying was probably a hallucination. They didn't even think about responding beyond a detached "what".

It was then that Danny re-entered the back door with the new tomatoes. Good thing, too. At least with another person there, Casey could confirm whether they were hallucinating.

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Placing down the grocery bag and shrugging off his jacket in one motion, a skill only gained by years of laziness efficiency, Danny called toward the register. "Back!"

Once he caught sight of the teen, however, all casualness shed itself from his body and he rushed over to hold them. "Man, Casey, you feeling alright? You look really pale." The realization that their form was slightly translucent, despite the firm human heartbeat beneath, was drowned out by him finally noticing the ghost standing a few feet away. The reaction of his ghost sense had been so minor that he had ignored it.

He was surprised to see that he recognized the specter's face, marred as it may have been from worry and confusion aimed directly at Casey. "Eurusid? What's going on?"

As the ghost, still confused but unwilling to act impolitely, gathered his bearings and began to bow toward him, Danny's coworker shuddered under his hands, regaining his full attention. He thought back through the day's events for hints as to the situation, before swearing, cutting off whatever Eurusid was about to say.

Danny backed up and said, voice as clear as he could, "I recall my position."

Casey's reaction was immediate, a gasp of air like they had been kept from breathing and a return of their skin's human opacity. Danny rushed back over and put his hand on their back to steady them as their eyes narrowed and went slightly unfocused.

Figures, doesn't it? One of the many intricacies that had come up at his coronation Junior year that just hadn't come up enough to keep at the front of his mind. One of the defenses of the High Ghost Crown was the ability of the King to temporarily give their duty to someone else. As long as that person accepts, during a specified time they substitute for the King in dealing with political matters, as well as taking over as much as their ability allowed of the King's function to process the energy of the Realms.

Danny had no idea that this ability could be activated with words as vague as "take over my position", let alone that it could be used with a human. That potential had never come up during the ceremony, so for all he knew, a full ghost in his position couldn't substitute with a human. A human certainly shouldn't be able to take over any part of the energy processing, though maybe in Amity Park the average person processed enough environmental ectoplasmic energy to make it possible. Regardless of residence, though, it could not be good for Casey's body, which had no Core to properly process energy and had no human equivalent except perhaps a small emotional center in the brain, to even attempt to filter and manage some of the inherent energy of a dimension.

Their skin was still clammy and their coordination was shot. Ancients, if this is what an accidental substitution did to a human, Danny would have to word things very carefully when asking for help in the future.

"King Phantom?" Danny looked up to see that Eurusid was still floating there awkwardly. Right. He had two people here to help.

"Sorry, Eurusid. One moment, I'll be right with you." He turned back to his coworker, who looked confused and less lucid than ideal, but probably still lucid enough to realize this ghost had just called him "King Phantom". Well, he'd deal with that once it came to it. "Here, Casey, let's get you some water." He helped them walk back into the kitchen and sat them down on a bench by the back door. There was a chair in the register area, but they probably didn't want to feel exposed to the dining area like that, even with nobody but the ghost there.

Once handed the water, Casey sighed and eagerly drank from it, eyes closed. Danny rubbed his hand on their back a bit and promised to be back shortly before walking back out to meet Eurusid. Whatever he was here about was probably worth immediate attention but Danny was sure there'd be at least a solid minute of apologies on both sides before the matter was addressed. Hopefully both the Spoken Channels and Casey would be alright before the next shift came in.

#danny phantom #my writing #danny phantom fanfiction #ghost king danny #gkau crack baby !#ive been referring to this in my head as 'the wendys story' even though having it be a chain fast food restaurant doesnt quite work #ghost king hcs here very inspired by heavy on the heart light on the head by gothmoth and the a king in chains series by five-rivers #with some Pizzazz thrown in!#throne in . ha #one day ill come up with a complete and proper hc set for it but Not Today #me writing the sentence 'danny made senior year with all as and bs': dont cry dont cry dont say 'god i wish that were me'#oh also bear in mind ive never worked at a restaurant #unedited bc im impatient 😔

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