Dimensional Shift
The Gang™ is running out of time. They've been fighting this random ghost that showed up out of nowhere. This ones really hard on Danny because he has to be extra careful not to get hit. This new ghost keeps blasting things that turn into slightly different versions of themselves. He hit a Nasty Burger bag sitting next to a trash can and when the light cleared, it said Greasy Beef. A blast hit Tuckers PDA and suddenly it was replaced with a small touch screen tablet. Around a corner, Wes held on to his camera. He wanted to get closer but this was the only place he could safely hide. As much as he wanted a better shot and loathed Fenton (or said he did) he couldn't help but remember how scared the halfa was last month when Wes accidentally got between Skulker and his prey. Once Danny knew he was ok, he reeled into him about how stupid he was for still following him around. He tried to convince Wes to stop it all but of course Wes didn't agree to that. The two landed on a nice middle ground of the idiot only showing up to a fight after Danny is already there and Staying. Hidden. Danny emphasized the last two words by poking his finger into Wes's shoulder hard enough to push him back a little.
So here he was, taking cover behind a wall so the stupid and not at all terrifying ghost kid who he hates, won't cook him later. He wanted the best shot of this fight but it was hard with the angle so he kept his camera out from behind the cover of the wall and just looked through the viewfinder. While keeping his eyes on Danny, he missed the purple blast coming right for him. His camera was suddenly surrounded in a bright light and when it was gone, he was holding a pencil and piece of paper.
Danny was fighting back with everything he had. He had gone the entire time without getting hit directly by a blast, but he was getting hit by things getting kick backed by this ghosts beams.
After Danny threw another blow at this specter, he was quickly hit by a scooter that now says Dagger. Sam and Tucker were huddled around a device using the same technology as one of the thermoses (which were discarded next to them with, what Tucker thinks is, broccoli cheddar soup spilling out of them).
"Is it ready?" Danny yells over the coms in their ears.
"Not yet! You need to distract him for a couple more minutes!" Sam yelled back, seeing Tucker still struggling with his new device. At that same time, Danny dodged yet another blow from the mysterious ghost.
Wes was trying to line up another photo, now with his phone camera. The picture won't be as good but at least it will be something. He's also not as hidden now se he can keep an eye on both ghouls in the air. He won't be losing another camera today. He snapped a shot of Danny evading yet another beam.
Danny's relief was short lived. After the beam missed him, he heard a crash from behind him and his two best friends yell. He raced towards them and landed. They were both blown backwards from the device but they were ok. As for the device, its now pieces of something he doesn't recognize.
Danny was checking on his friends when he heard a voice call his name behind him. He turned to see Wes Weston running from around a corner. Quickly after seeing that, he saw a purple light hurdling towards him. It was too close for him to react and it hit the ground directly in front of him. He got knocked back and
Wes saw Danny hit the ground hard. And what's worse is he was not getting back up. Wes began sprinting as fast as he could towards the three of them to help. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the robed spirit land and conjure another ball of light. He tried to run fast and began calling Danny's name, hoping the moron would wake up in time. He was getting closer and closer and Danny began to stir. Wes let out a breath but didn't slow down. The light in the corner of his eye grew to its apex. Wes called again. "Danny! Wake up!" And then it light was moving. Hurdling towards the defenseless group. Wes wasn't close enough to move them and, while Danny was finally awake, he wasn't aware enough to do anything. So Wes did the only other thing he could think of. The beam was getting closer and closer and Wesley Weston simply...dove in front of it.
Danny was gonna kill him for doing the exact thing he specifically asked him not to do only four weeks ago.
Danny saw the light coming for him. And then he saw the ginger idiot getting in the way. Again. His eyes widen when he realizes what's happening he immediately gets up but it's too late.
Wes feels it. The warmth surrounding him. The last thing he sees is Danny getting up with a speed he's never seen before. But he's not fast enough. The light envelopes him just like the warmth. He's flying and falling and moving and feeling. Everything is happening.
And then nothing is happening. And he's on his back. His eyes are closed. He tries to move but it hurts. Like he's been laying in the same position for a long time. He slowly peels his eyes open and he's in a room. It's a large and ornate room. With a large and extremely comfortable bed. A small clatter comes from just next to him. He looks near the bedside and sees someone crouched down. He can't see his face, but he is wearing a nice shirt with some slacks. His hair is dark and as he gets up he can see that...
It's Danny.
Danny stands up and places a mostly empty glass with a bit of water still at the bottom, back on the table.
"Danny?" Wes asks quietly, not totally sure of where exactly he is. Or how he got here. Or why Danny is dressed so nice.
The well dressed teenager finally notices that Wes is awake. "Oh. Uh. I spilled your water." He points to the glass. "Sorry." It sounded f=very insincere.
"Uh. I'll..." He looks around like he isn't super sure what to do or like he doesn't really want to be bothered with all of this. "I'll go tell your dad you're up." His dad is here? Danny begins to walk away but Wes calls for him to stop. Danny turns around. He looks a little confused.
"What happened? Where are we?" Wes finally asks.
"You're at my house?" Danny answered like is was a trick question. "You passed out during dinner so my father had someone put you in here to rest. Let me grab your dad." Danny turned around again and headed for the door. Wes took another look around the out of place room. "FentonWorks looks a lot different on the inside."
Danny stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around to look back at Wes. He just stared for a moment before asking "how do you know tha-" Suddenly a voice came from the hallway that made the tension snap. "Daniel? Is everything alright?" Both boys looked to the door where a well dressed man with gray hair pulled pack in a low ponytail appeared. Wes quickly recognized him as "Mr. Masters?" Wes asked. Danny took one more look back at Wes. The last few minutes with this guy have left him beyond confused. He started walking to the door. "He just woke up. I was just about to get his dad." Vlad pats Danny on the shoulder. "I'll retrieve him. You stay here and keep on eye on him." Vlad is about to leave but Danny stops him. "Please. I'd really rather get him." Vlad faces him very quickly and gives him a stern look. "I. Will get him." Danny holds eye contact like he is challenging him. After no change in the older man, he deflates and rolls his eyes. "Yes Father." Vlad grins a bit and ruffles the young man's hair. He walks back out if the room.
Danny takes a deep breath before facing Wes again. While he would love to ask some questions, he's not really in the mood to unpack any of the answers he might receive. When he does finally turn around back to the guy in the bed, he is met with the widest eyes he's ever seen. He could swear that Wes was on a contest for the widest jaw. "oh god, are you having a stroke?" bit instead of an answer, he was defend by the guy.
"FATHER?!"
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Oh wow did you actually finish this? I got a silly idea at like 11pm to write something about Wes getting stuck in another dimension. So I sent the next three and a half hours doing just that.
I would like to say 1. thank you for reading. 2. this is really the first story I've ever written besides like three dribbles I have on my account. So if it doesn't seem like the best writing, that's why. Or maybe I'm just a bad writer... 3. I would like to reiterate that I got the idea for this story about three and a half hours ago I thought it would be funny if Wes had to convince DANNY that Fenton is Phantom. I have spent the time since, writing. It's now almost 3am and I'm very tired. I don't know how good this is or where/if I'll go anywhere with it but it is what it is. If you really really liked it, then I might try to keep writing but I've literally never done this before so who knows!
Anywho! Thank you for sticking around and reading this. I'm gonna go to bed. Good night!
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"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"
dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.
but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.
the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.
so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.
we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.
now leave us alone.
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unwarranted Cis Opinion but I'm getting really uncomfortable w people responding to bathroom bills by posting pictures of trans men like DO YOU WANT THEM IN WOMEN'S BATHROOMS
bc like. no they're men. they should be in men's bathrooms unless that feels unsafe. but. it really feels like it's not helpful to lean into the idea that seeing someone presenting masc or being read as a man in a women's bathroom means You're In Danger.
like I know several butch women and NB ppl who are really scared around being on T or getting top surgery bc they're not men and they don't want to be in the men's bathroom, and in that circumstance stuff like growing facial hair or reading more androgynously can be really fucking scary when people are being primed by propaganda to be on edge and hyperreactive to anyone who doesn't look like their idea of a Cis Woman.
and I'm not laying that at the feet of the people saying "hey uhhhh trans men are men and don't belong in women's bathrooms" bc it is not their fault. it's the fault of a concerted effort to make it difficult and dangerous to be trans or substantively gender nonconforming in public.
but at the same time idk I guess it just worries me cause sometimes it feels like "you fools! you are worried about this group of trans people bc you think they're the Lurking Danger of Men In Bathrooms? WRONG! the Men Making You Feel Afraid In Bathrooms are actually THESE trans people!" when in fact neither of those groups using the fucking bathroom is a problem. just piss and mind your business. people need to go where they need to go.
anyway this country is a hot fucking trash fire that somehow accelerates its descent into open fascism more every day so it's all super good and normal. so don't take this too seriously tbh cause it's somewhere near #2535654476457899009765 on the list of priorities for Queer Discourse right now when the fucking human rights commission is actively rescinding protections from trans people. Please ignore my gibberish.
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thinking about how out of the four reservation dogs, jackie singled in on elora and tried to extend a hand to her....how she gave elora her only knife and offered to sit next to the random white dude they did not know.......how she immediately went ‘fuck this’ to the weird vibes in that white lady’s house and went to get elora, and although nearly made the selfish choice to leave her there, did go back for her.....asking her questions about daniel and even divulging what happened to her brother.......how she sought out help in order to get elora’s car back (’this is my friend elora danan’)......showing up when elora’s grandmother passed even though she tried to play it off like her aunt forced her and clarifying with elora that they were gunna try again for california, despite not even ‘needing’ elora now since her car was busted and her money was stolen........driving elora to the seminar and even after storming out deeply hurt from what willie-jack said, still texted elora to say sorry for ditching and ask what she was up to.....standing next to elora after helping save cheese where you can see the couple inches of height difference....helping the rez dogs get elora’s car back and then stepping aside on her own to quietly tell elora to be careful going to california and good luck, elora assuring her they’d be back and jackie softly smiling in return.....
like, I think jackie sees a lot of herself in elora, sees the same deeply wounded hurt over losing someone close and a need to escape it (and elora likewise, as they are very similar). they’ve both become jaded and guarded from losing someone, and feel a want to simply pull away from those they’re close to - a feeling, that they have to carry it all themselves, just take care of their own worries and needs and therefore eliminate any risk of pain or being let-down from others. but in the end, their kind natures that still shine underneath come out, and you see them for what they really are - hurt, grieving kids who in the end, don’t really want to cause any harm. and, I think, the love they carry from those they lost (elora from her connection with daniel, jackie’s from her brother who clearly cared about her) shows in their inevitable choices to do the right thing. they’re both so alike, and that’s what makes the dynamic so interesting.
but also, at the same time.......gay activity.
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