#Kwan Ishiyama
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🦂 with Danny as character A and Tucker or Sam as character B (or both, you decide)
Excellent choice! Danny is hurt. Sam and Tucker feel karma is going a little too slowly. TWs: bullying, pranks (against the bullies), a little foul language. Read on AO3 here!
Karma might be a bad bitch, but she was moving a little too slow in Sam's opinion. "Danny," Tucker tried- Sam wasn't getting through to him-, "bro, just kick Dash's ass."
Sam tuned out the now-familiar excuses. If he unexpectedly gained super strength overnight, people might start to believe Wes. With his luck, the teachers would assume Danny started it. The worst was, in her opinion, "if I stop taking hits, who'll he go for next?"
It was awful because it was so unselfish. He wasn't fishing for attention, he just had a protection obsession that went off for everyone but himself. She couldn't be mad at him for it, and yet she was furious. At Danny, at herself and Tucker for not convincing him, and above all, Dash motherfucking Baxter.
Did Vlad ever do human experimentation? Would he appreciate one of Danny's bullies, gift-wrapped?
Nah. He'd probably try to use it somehow to get a favor from Danny.
"Danny, did you do the Chem homework yet?"
Danny turned to her, relief plain on his face. "Yeah, except for the last question. I can't figure out to balance it."
"I'll show you. Tuck?"
Tucker spluttered. "Sam, I was making progress!"
"No, you weren't. That's ok, we'll handle the problem."
Danny's relief turned to apprehension. "What do you mean by that?"
Sam smiled. It was not a nice one. "Let's look at the Chem homework. Don't worry about a thing."
"Wait, I-"
Tucker grinned. "No worries, Danny, we got you, man."
"But- it's not fair for you two to have to fight my battles for me."
She laughed. "Hey Tucker, remind me how many times Danny's fought our battles for us?"
"In general, or this week?"
"Hey!"
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It started with an itch. Sam ducked her head to hide her smile when Dash went from the occasional light scratch to viciously scratching at his arms and neck.
"Mr. Baxter, see the nurse please, or stop disrupting class," Mr. Lancer drawled.
She studiously ignored Danny's look of suspicion.
Dash, Kwan, and Dale all missed school the next day due to an 'unexplained illness'- itching powder.
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Mr. Henderson, the Social Studies teacher, scowled furiously at Dale. "I'm serious, Mr. H! I don't know how that got there!"
"You conveniently forget to turn in your assignment a week ago and after at Coach Tetslaff's request, I give you an extension, you show up with a presentation on 'Why Mr. Henderson Sucks'," he said in disbelief.
"But-"
"Office," he repeated.
"Yes sir," he said in defeat. Sam and Tucker shared a conspiratorial look at the back of the class. The message, a note saying 'bullying is paid back in spades', had been delivered the same day as the itching powder. Either the main four would change their ways or she and Tucker would be using every trick and prank they could think of.
The worse the bullying, the worse the payback. Dash and Kwan had just yelled and shoved some people around- itching powder. Dale had broken Danny's nose with no consequences, then written 'loser' on Mikey's forehead- again with no consequences- Tucker had slipped an extra USB, nearly identical, into Dale's pocket.
It was time for the school to learn actions had consequences.
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Within two more weeks, Kwan had completely stopped hanging out with Dale, and was vocally encouraging Dash to stop. After he'd pantsed Danny in the hall, and received no punishment from the teachers, the entire football team had discovered their uniform pants bedazzled with 'spank me, Daddy'- and a picture of Dash, Dale, and Kwan.
The hours of picking off all the rhinestones had apparently cured Kwan of his interest in bullying. When he physically pulled Dale away from a freshman, he mysteriously 'found' his missing badge- a $5 replacement fee was nothing to joke about when he didn't have a job and didn't want to be grounded.
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Sidney was happy to help with their next prank- fart spray in Dash and Dale's locker. Curiously, there seemed to be a split in the football team. Coach Tetslaff was no longer protecting Dash and Dale after the rhinestone incident, so now both boys were receiving regular lunch, after-school, and Saturday detentions.
Early September, Dale was pulled from the team. Now that no one was doing his homework for him, his grades were too low to play. Shortly after, he was transferred to Elmerton High.
Tucker remotely changed Dash's ringtone to Queen's 'Another One Bites the Dust'.
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Nature hated a vacuum, but no one was particularly interested in the 'Curse of Casper High'. Dash's own offenses rapidly decreased as pressure from the other players and coach mounted exponentially.
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"Job well done," Sam said to Tucker and the ghost of Sidney Poindexter.
"Thanks, guys," Danny managed- grateful and upset all at once. She didn't take it personally, and Sidney looked almost pathetically understanding. After all, they were both helping him and tap-dancing on his obsession.
"Anytime."
Tucker snorted. "Karma's a bitch, but we move faster."
#danny phantom#inthememetime#sam manson#tucker foley#sidney poindexter#dash baxter#dale#kwan ishiyama#bullying
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Chapter 6 - The Kidnapping of Danny Fenton - Tumblr Edition
Since AO3 was down, I might as well post the chapters of my fic here. This is not a rewrite of the story. It will contain fixes/edits for problems that initially went unnoticed by me. These edits are being added to AO3.
5 - 6 - 7
Index
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After Danny went missing 6 months ago, Dash's perspective began to change.
Since his disappearance, Amity Park just got... strange. Stranger than it had always been. But, also much worse than any other time in Dash's recollective memory.
The Fentons began focusing less of their time and attention on ghost hunting, and more time on trying to find their son. That meant that they spent less time protecting Amity Park, and more time shutting themselves in that large, chaotic tower of theirs, or driving recklessly along the outskirts of the town.
This would have been fine, if the town's protector, the Phantom of Amity Park (shortened to Phantom), hadn't gone missing around the same time.
Without anyone keeping the aggressive ghosts in check, Amity Park devolved into chaos.
Until the Guys In White decided to show up with new fancy weapons and tech, at which point, the chaos grew exponentially.
To say they were aggressive would be an understatement.
They implemented strict curfews that, if you accidentally or purposely broke, either because you were busy and forgot, or had to go do something for an emergency, would lead to you spend the night in sealed decontamination rooms to be questioned and observed.
They began confiscating and removing pro-ecto materials from around Amity, whether it was in support of Phantom, or just the peaceful ghost population in general, and replacing it with their own flashy imagery, which showed that their egos and thirst for power and control was near limitless.
And to top it all off, they began removing friendly, non hostile ghosts from the streets and abandoned buildings of Amity Park.
Unbeknownst to Amity, these ghosts had been making sure that obscure and difficult to maintain infrastructure was kept operational. Infrastructure that, were the city to begin upkeep, would have bankrupted the local municipality.
Without the local spectral plumbers, electricians, architects and sanitation workers, life in Amity soon began to quickly devolve into a much worse state than it had been in decades. Or, that's what Dash had heard when listening in on some of the adults occasionally.
This was no longer a safe place where people his age could go to the mall alone with friends, or go out at night. Everyone could be a victim.
Everyone was a suspect.
Everyday, normal people began to turn on each other, throwing accusations around, playing hot potato with each other's claims. Some of the rich began hiring body guards to walk their kids to school and look after them, while the others opted to walk or drive their kids instead, being unable or unwilling to trust a stranger to look after their children.
It seemed fun at first, having a personal guardian, but soon, he had discovered how cumbersome and limiting it really was.
He could no longer play football with his friends till sundown in the school field unsupervised.
He could no longer watch his beloved romcoms without feeling judged in his own home.
He could no longer sneak out at 9 to expand his teddy bear collection.
He couldn't slack on his school work anymore.
It was all getting too much to handle.
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After all the time they spent around each other in school, Dash didn't really know Danny that well.
Most of their high-school dynamic was centered around Dash being the top jock, and Danny being the weirdo that's weirdly good at getting stuffed into lockers.
Out of the all the nerds and unpopular kids, Fenton was the only one that made Dash truly feel in control.
Sure, the other nerds were just as fun to stuff into lockers, but Danny was the only one that gave him a challenge. The way he squirmed as Dash pushed him into lockers, the way he yelped when he gave him wedgies, the way he scurried off when his pants got pulled down, it all gave him a deep satisfaction. Knowing he had power over him.
But it wasn't because he disliked Danny, or actively had a grudge against him or anything. At least, that was mostly the case. He couldn’t recall that he’d been wronged by him in some way, but whether it was because he let him do those things because he was scared of him, or because he simply didn't care enough to stand up to him, it always made Dash feel more secure with himself. That HE was in control.
That he wasn't powerless.
It had only recently become apparent to him how much he relied on those quick bursts of adrenaline, those quick bursts of admiration and adoration of his classmates, to keep himself together. To distract him from his own problematic life. The one he hid behind facades of power and money.
The one he couldn’t escape from when he was at home.
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Pretty much everyone in school had noticed his gradual descent.
At first, he’d try and pick on the band geeks, but after the 4th time of stuffing them as tightly together into a locker with no gratification or praise from his peers, he simply started lashing out at anyone who opposed him. And eventually, even that died out. He could only yell at math nerds so many times before it also got too tedious to continue, rather than fulfilling.
It wasn't immediately obvious that he had been on a downward spiral, but Dale had definitely noticed, and began picking the slack for him. Unlike Dash, he reveled in making others lives horrible. He didn’t want to feel powerful or strong, he wanted to make others miserable for the sake of it. For the most part, Dash remained in Dale’s group of torment. But after the 7th spat between the two, he didn't even bother to do that anymore, simply choosing to diffuse any conflict he was a part of, simply to spite Dale.
He was so lucky to have such a good friend like Kwan who would stand by him and defend him, but even he had begun to change in ways Dash didn't think possible at first. They weren't drifting apart, but he had noticed that Kwan had picked up a few new strange interests over the weeks that passed. The painting wasn’t that weird of a hobby all things considered, but even Dash had to admit that the gothic poetry was a bit much, even for him.
Over time, he regularly amazed himself with how much he himself had changed in such a short time.
But he could never truly shake the memory of what had brought up these sudden changes.
.
During lunch, he'd regularly glance towards where the three of them would usually sit, only to see two of them making missing posters and drawing on maps for spots they hadn't looked yet.
He saw how worried the corner bench freaks were that the third wheel of their tricycle vanished. He saw how they rushed out of class to go search around Amity after school, risking getting captured to look for their friend, only to come back to school more dejected the next day.
One time while going to his locker to look for a change of clothing after PE, he saw Tucker crying over Sam’s shoulders just outside the bathrooms when they thought nobody was around.
He never got close to the two of them, but everytime he saw them, he couldn’t help but think of how they used to be when compared to now. When Danny was with them, they always seemed to be happy, no matter what situation they were in.
No matter what situation HE put them in.
gosh... I am such a jerk…
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Over time, it lead to him to really think about his situation. About what he had done to them. And to Danny.
was everything I did to him really... worth it..?
Thoughts like these usually kept him up at night. Right after he just got comfy under his sheets, ready to drift off to sleep.
No matter how hard he tried, they always seemed to pop up again. When it happened, he tried distracting himself by rewatching his favorite romance drama, he tried rearranging his teddy collection, he even began trying to do his own homework, all to try and distract himself from thinking about it. But no matter what he did, his mind always tended to wonder whether or not it was worth doing to others what he had done to Danny.
did I really depend on Fenton so much to keep myself together?
Sure, it made him feel in control, but how much was that worth ruining someone's life over?
was it really worth it?
ruining his social life… making his life miserable...
only for him to go missing...
and possibly lose said life...
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One day, while in conversation with Kwan about his new hobby, photography, he noticed that Sam and Tucker were a lot more high energy than they usually were on days like these.
"Hey, Kwan"
"Yeah?"
"Do you know what they ate to give them that sort of energy?"
Kwan turned to share Dash’s gaze at Sam and Tucker, both of which were staring at one of those high tech geeky gadgets. He thought he'd heard them call it a PDA but in actuality, he didn’t know whether it was a glorified cell phone or something else.
"I dunno dude. You think we should go look?"
Dash hesitated, but something at the back of his mind told him it could be important.
"Maybe they found something. About... Fenton..."
Both of them stood up and walked towards where the two across from them sat in silence. Kwan, being seen as the friendlier of the two jocks, was the first to speak when they reached the table.
"Hey guys, what're you looking at?"
The two on the bench jumped, and hurriedly fumbled to try and hide the device.
Both of them had a look of horror hidden behind the looks they usually wore when talking to Dash and his friends. Sam’s was a mixture of disdain, and Tucker’s was the brave face he usually put on when not trying to be intimidated.
"It's none of your business, Baxter!"
Manson had always had a kind of fire in her words, but today, she seemed shook. But Dash wasn't going to back off so easily today.
"If... if it's about Fen..."
Her stare went straight through Dash. Was it always so hard to speak to them?
" uh... Danny... I'd... like to help…" he said after correcting himself.
He didn't usually stumble like this, but he had to admit, he wasn't usually the one to offer help.
The two on the bench shared quick glances at each other, which then turned into full on stares. He had to wonder if these two were psychic or just very good at charades because it felt like they were having entire conversations with only their faces.
Eventually, Tucker sent Sam a wide eyed head bob, to which, she tilted her head backwards and let out a deep sigh. Tucker was the first one to speak this time.
"So... we think we may know what happened to D- Phantom..."
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Somehow, Tucker, found a way to get into the Guys in White's security camera archives. "It was almost as if it had been left open just so that someone could find this," Dash heard him say at one point.
As the video played, he saw a small figure being brought towards a long cylindrical machine.
After realising who it was in the video, he let out an audible gasp.
That is Phantom... What were they...
Almost as if to answer him, Tucker fast forwarded to something that happened later. To something horrible.
From the low volume on the PDA, he could hear multiple layered screams, before something began oozing out of the machine.
A sickly yellow and black slime. mixed with... body parts... human... body parts... growing... twisting in unnatural ways...
Dash had no choice but to empty his stomach onto the grass next to the bench.
When he looked up, he saw he was not the only one. Not only did he and Kwan have the same reaction, but so did one of the people in the video.
Then, he saw him...
Phantom...
The hero of Amity Park...
His hero, covered in a bubbling, boiling mess, with a dismembered limb clinging by a thread of goo to where it had been severed, slowly reassembling itself till the wound got closed.
He saw the people in hazmat suits removing him, before being ordered to take him away.
"We need to do something!"
The words bubbled over. He didn't even have a chance to think about what he was saying.
Everyone was surprised when something not even Tucker expected, happened. The PDA beeped.
Tucker wondered whether or not he'd been hacked, but then, a box with a message appeared over the video. It read: "If you want to help him, meet me at behind the Nasty Burger at 9 AM on Saturday"
Dash looked at Kwan, then to the other two. They didn’t need to say it, but he was sure everyone at that table knew what they had to do.
He knew what HE had to do.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#ao3 fanfic#fanfiction#dp au#The Kidnapping of Danny Fenton#ao3 was down#dash baxter#kwan ishiyama#sam manson#tucker foley#I need better chapter names#so if you have any ideas#please let me know if you'd like to help!
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Cause of Death
Ectoberhaunt 2022, Day 12, Chaos, ao3
Star was getting sick and tired of the same bull coming from her fellow school news club member, and decided to shut down his raving lunacy with her favorite weapon: questions.
“Alright, Wesley, if Fenton is Phantom then what was the cause of death?”
The ginger giraffe paused in his gesticulating with a spork and stared at her like a deer in headlights. He furrowed his brow and set his hands on the table - unsanitary, note made not to touch him.
“What?”
“It’s a simple question, Wes. You’re saying that Danny Fenton is the ghost Danny Phantom, which requires that he died - recently at that. So, how’d he die? What happened that his spirit lingers on this plane or whatever?”
“That’s a good question, Star. If Fenton had died, wouldn’t we know? Wouldn’t his parents tell everyone?”
“Hell, dude, wouldn’t your Dad have told you if your cousin, Fentonail, died? And why would a ghost even go to school, let alone Fenton’s ghost.”
“You can’t honestly tell me you’ve been saying you’re cous is a ghost and not thought about how that would mean hw’s dead, have you? That’s a real important step in the process, dude.”
Wes was pale, staring down at his lunch, and had finally shut up. Star considered that a success.
Dash, of course, had to ruin it.
“How do we think Phantom died? Wasn’t he in like, ancient Rome?”
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An Early Start - Chapter 11 - Danny Phantom
Ao3: Here | Masterpost: Here
Ao3 Description: The accident that turns Danny half-ghost happens when he is four years old and leaves him trapped in the Ghost Zone. Clockwork finds him and takes him in to raise. But what happens when Clockwork sends Danny back to the human-world ten years later when a permanent portal appears?
Chapter 11:
A week after his return, as the media began to die down and move on to the next hot thing at the moment, his parents sat him down with Jazz at the kitchen table. “Now, Danny,” Maddie began. “Your father and I were talking and well… we were wondering how you would feel about going to school?”
Without a single moment of hesitation Danny agreed, nodding enthusiastically. It surprised all of them. Danny on the other hand couldn’t be happier. He realized during his second night here, after trying and failing to get to sleep, that he did not like being in this house, and it was even worse when Jazz wasn’t home. Two days after his return she went back to school, leaving him behind. Danny could not stand the atmosphere of the house so he tried to spend most of his days flying around the city, mapping it out in his mind. The only problem with that was keeping track of the time, since he had all those appointments, which meant a lot of the time he was just stuck here, sitting in his room, reading books Jazz lent him.
“You want to go to school?” Jazz asked.
Danny nodded again and wrote: I think it will be good. For once it seemed like he said the right thing because this time she smiled, an excited glint in her eyes.
“I was actually thinking the same thing!” She exclaimed. “I think normalcy will do you a lot of good! No better way to rejoin society than to be a normal kid.”
Danny thought the term "rejoining" society was funny. He’d never joined it in the first place. He found himself smiling from amusement at the thought but they took it as him agreeing to Jazz’s statement.
“Alrighty then, Danny-o!” Jack said. “We’ll go down to the school tomorrow and get everything squared away. You can start on Monday!”
Danny nodded.
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Come Monday Danny realized his huge error. He didn’t know school was so… cramped. The hallways were narrow and filled with people, worse than the mall, and there seemed to be no place to just take a breath. The atmosphere hit him the moment he walked through the front doors. He stood there, in his new outfit, black jeans and a white t-shirt, with a baggy blue hoodie and maroon sneakers, an outfit as normal as anyone else’s, but still felt like he stood out like a sore thumb. Jazz took him by the arm and gently lead him to the office. When they arrived, Danny watched as every set of eyes fell on him. Everyone in the office was looking at him, he knew they’ve all heard of him. Jazz paid no mind as she held on to him and kept going, making their way to the principal’s office.
Inside, a professional looking woman sat behind a large desk with a nameplate reading, “Principal Ishiyama”. She greeted them warmly. “Jazz, Daniel, I’ve been expecting you. Please, take a seat.”
Danny glanced at Jazz and Jazz corrected her for him. “He goes by Danny.” She said as they both sat down.
“Danny, wonderful,” Principal Ishiyama clapped her hands together. “Well, there’s no point dillydallying, let’s get down to business. I have been informed of your situation and personally passed on that information to all of your teachers. So, all of them know not to call on you in class.” She opened a drawer and rifled through it for a moment before pulling out a small stack of papers, and passed them to Danny. “Those papers include your class schedule, locker number and combination, as well as a list of extracurricular activities we have after school, should you be interested.” Danny rifled through them as she spoke. “Oh, and the page at the bottom has the schedule of our school counselor. I know you’ve been through a lot so if you feel overwhelmed, you can see him within his hours, that is if he’s not with another student, or you can go to the school nurse.”
Danny had the feeling this woman was less of the emotional type and more of the proactive type. She opened another drawer and pulled out two pink slips of paper, and signed them both. “Here are your hall passes,” Principal Ishiyama said, passing one to each of them. “Jazz will give you a tour of the school and afterward, send you to class.” Danny glanced at his sister. She didn’t notice, to busy listening to the principal’s words. “Well,” Ishiyama said, gesturing with both hands toward the door. “Off you go then.”
Danny felt dazed as he left the office with Jazz. Everything here seemed so… structured? Constricting? Both words seemed correct. He wondered if this wouldn’t be better than the house after all. “Danny?” Jazz placed a hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”
Was he okay? He didn’t feel okay. He looked down the oh-so-narrow hallway then back to his sister. He nodded anyway.
“Okay, then,” she smiled gently. “Let’s start the tour.”
The tour itself took twenty minutes as she showed him each hallway and classroom. They took another ten minutes going through his exact route for the day, so it would be easier for him to memorize. Afterward, she showed him to his locker. “This is where you will store your things when you’re not using them,” Jazz explained. The function of the lockers were quite obvious but after the dressing room incident, and another similar incident with a crosswalk later on, she began explaining simple things that she thought he might not know. Danny appreciated the gesture, even if sometimes he did know what she was talking about. “Now,” Jazz said. “Putting in your locker combination is weird, so let me show you.” It took a few tries but Danny managed to get it, and he found himself wanting to understand the intricacies of the lock's weird mechanism. He wished he could ask Clockwork.
Eventually, the time came to drop him off at class. Jazz walked him to his room and stopped outside. “Okay,” she said, adjusting his coat on his shoulders. “This is it. Now, remember what I told you. When you go in, hand your hall pass to the teacher. If you have a question or comment while sitting at your desk, make sure to raise your hand first and let the teacher call on you. What else… oh, right, if you need to go to the bathroom then you have to raise your hand to ask that too, you can't just leave.” She seemed to be stalling now. They both knew there was nothing left for her to say. She reached forward and gave him a hug. ���Okay, then. Be safe, have fun, and make some friends.”
Danny pretended not to see the tears in her eyes as he turned to the door. He took a deep breath and opened it. Once inside, the teacher, who had been talking, stopped when he saw Danny enter. He looked at Danny. The whole class looked at Danny. Danny could not remember a single moment in his life when he had so many eyes on him. As he walked over to the teacher he heard someone whisper, “Hey, isn’t that the ghost boy?”
“That kid who like, came back from the dead or something, it totally is!”
“I heard he was a victim of human trafficking or something.” A third person whispered.
“Whatever happened to him, he seems weird.” Said a fourth.
Danny tried his very best to ignore them and kept his eyes dead ahead as he made his way to the teacher. He reached the man, who was bald and had a gut, and dutifully handed him the pink slip of paper. “Ah, Mr. Fenton,” the teacher said. “I’ve been expecting you. I’m Mr. Lancer.” He pointed to an empty seat in the middle of the second row from the front and said, “You may take the empty seat next to Miss Manson right there, and I will bring you your paperwork.”
Danny nodded, and felt every eye on him in the dead silent room as he made his way to his seat. He kept his eyes trained directly on the floor in front of him and didn’t dare look up even as he sat. Mr. Lancer resumed his lecture as he went to rifle through his own desk, looking for everything Danny needed. Moments later another small stack of papers appeared before him. Danny busied himself looking through them until he heard a quiet, “Psst.”
Danny glanced to his left. That girl, Manson, was looking at him. She glanced down at her lap and Danny looked too, and saw a note she wanted to pass him. She quickly reached out and he just as quickly grabbed it. He unfolded it and it read, I’m Sam. Danny pulled out a pencil and wrote back, I’m Danny. He waited until the teacher wasn’t looking before passing it back. He wondered why the adults at school were people to be feared. It was another human custom he did not understand. Moments later, Sam passed the note back. Wanna sit with my friend and me at lunch? Danny looked up and saw her gesture with her head to the guy sitting behind her. That hat… Danny realized he’s seen these people before. His first day back, at the thrift store, he saw them in line behind Jazz. Right now the guy wasn’t paying attention, he was looking at something in his lap. Danny turned back to Sam and nodded. Sam smiled and flashed him a thumbs up.
After class Danny made his way back to his locker to get the proper textbook for his next period. As he zipped his backpack two large guys, two of the people whispering about him in class, appeared on either side of him. “Hey, ghost kid!” The blond one said, not so kindly. “So, is it true? Were you like human trafficked or something?”
Danny didn’t know what that meant. Of course he said nothing.
“I don’t know, Dash,” said the other, just as condescending as the first. “He seems too wimpy to have come back from that. He probably just ran away.”
Danny looked between the two and wondered if he was supposed to feel intimidated.
“Well, Kwan, if he’s a wimp,” said the blond one now known as Dash, and he hit his fist into his palm. “Then he needs to know what we do to wimps at this school.”
“Leave him alone!”
Danny looked over and saw Sam stalking toward them.
“Oh yeah, geek?” Dash challenged. “What are you going to do about it?”
Danny could tell from her facial expression that she already knew she had the upper hand. “Oh, I don’t know,” she mocked. “Just show everyone that picture I took of you at the movie theater last week, crying at that dumb chick flick.”
It definitely did the trick because Dash’s face went completely red, both in anger and embarrassment. He rounded on Danny, stuck a finger in his chest, and growled, “This isn’t over, ghost boy.” Danny watched him and his friend stomp off down the hall. He turned back to Sam and gave her a single nod in thanks.
“Those guys are jerks. Are you okay?” She asked. But Sam didn’t get to receive a response because the bell rang. They both looked up then back at each other. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
Danny watched as Sam walked off. He wondered why she was even talking to him in the first place, she didn’t know him and no one else was talking to him. She was… odd. But it wasn’t a bad thing.
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Come lunchtime, Danny entered the cafeteria with the bagged lunch Jazz packed him that morning. The cafeteria was both the loudest room of all and the most crowded. But, he still liked it better than class, because at least here he had a bit more freedom. Danny knew that particular quirk would take the longest to get used to.
Of course he had rules to follow when he was with Clockwork but they were nothing as strict as this.
“Danny!” Danny looked over and saw Sam waving to him from a table in the corner, her friend sitting across from her. He was glancing between the two of them. Danny made his way over. “Glad you could make it.” She said as he sat next to her. “This is Tucker.”
Danny nodded at him.
“Strong silent type, huh? You don’t see a lot of those around these parts.” Tucker said.
Strong silent? Danny shook his head. They watched him pull out that small notebook from his pocket and begin to write, before flipping it around so they could see. I guess so… I can’t speak.
They seemed caught off guard for only a moment before Tucker spoke up again. “No worries, man. You know sign language? Sam and I do.”
Excitement immediately bubbled to the surface and Danny smiled for the first time since entering the school. He pushed aside his notebook and lifted his hands. “You guys are the first people I met who do!”
“Not surprising,” Sam said. “There’s not much diversity in this town.”
Danny tilted his head. “Then how do you guys know it?”
“Caught a nasty ear infection a few years ago.” Tucker explained. “It was pretty bad and I lost my hearing for a couple of days. It was only temporary but I remembered how frustrating it was the whole time. Once I got better, I decided to learn it so the world could be a little less frustrating for others, and Sam decided to learn with me.”
“It’s come in handy a few times,” Sam added. “Not just for communication but also when we want to talk trash about someone in front of them.”
Danny snorted.
“So,” Tucker said. “Is it like a medical thing or do you just not like to talk?”
“Tucker!” Sam chastised. “You can’t just ask someone that.”
Danny merely waved it off because he didn’t mind. It felt so nice to be able to talk to someone again so freely, it felt like he gained back a little bit of his freedom. His expression grew thoughtful as he answered, “Medical, I guess? It’s a long story but I haven’t been able to talk since I was four.”
Danny saw the way they exchanged glances at that. In that moment he realized they knew his story, too. He was four when he disappeared. All at once he grew uncomfortable again and began to fidget with the zipper on his jacket, but the tension didn’t last long because Tucker broke the silence with a chipper attitude. “Well, it’s a good thing you have us now. We can be your dutiful translators!”
Danny thought back to a Christmas three years ago. “Like, friends?”
“Not like friends,” Sam said. “Friends. Tucker and I decided you’re cool so you’re part of the squad now. Deal with it.”
Danny smiled and looked to Tucker. “Hey, whatever the lady says, goes. You’ll learn soon enough that arguing with her is a futile venture,” he winked.
Okay, then. Friends.
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Ao3 Notes: Sam and Tucker have finally entered the story! I wanted at least someone that Danny could freely communicate with and who better than his friends? Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a lovely day/night!
#an early start au#danny phantom#danny phantom fanfiction#danny phantom fanfic#danny fenton#jazz fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#claustrophobia#anxiety#mute!danny fenton#disabled danny fenton#maddie fenton#jack fenton#mr. lancer#dash baxter#kwan#principal ishiyama#lost time#renegade writes
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Please say more about the awful Asian designs in Danny Phantom. I'm not Asian but I'd love to have a rundown on the elements that make them offensive so I can avoid and critique those elements in other works. And also you deserve to speak your mind about it
im gonna mostly talk about southeast asian designs since thats what i am and the most familiar with and also what i feel are the show's worst transgression with their casual depictions. tw for racist imagery im gonna link pictures.
there's not much to say about the designs aside from, you know, everything but things to note are the unnatural yellow tone for the skin and closed slanted eyes. veggie burger (fan name for the bg character in the middle) also suffers from the huge nose that sometimes shows up in racist depictions. the straight edge/cut hair as well is somewhat stereotypical. this one isn't as bad but in conjunction with everything else its not ideal. i will give the smallest molecule of credit that at the very least dp never gave any of these bg characters buck teeth.
some depictions are better than others, but theres still missteps happening in one aspect or another. kwan's eyes in a lot of shots/episodes can be too skinny and even too slanted, the girl in the middle is almost perfect but her skin is too yellow (she looks kinda okay on my computer screen but i remember when watching dp on my tv she looked real brightly yellow), and principle ishiyama (who was weirdly forgotten about pretty early on in the show and was replaced by lancer doing most of the school stuff despite not being principle?? which is a whole other issue with how dp treats its poc characters) the same usual notes about the slanted eyes but also the upturned nose is pretty reminiscent of racist japanese art during ww2. again it is not the worst way to draw a nose but combined with everything else in this show's depiction of asian characters its not great, they are on thin ice man.
not to mention, principle ishiyama is the only character here with brown eyes. this is a problem that extends to all poc characters in dp and to my knowledge i think ishiyama might be the only one with them tbh. this is, again, a whole other issue though.
i think the thing that bothers me most about these designs though is that dp is very clearly aware that these depictions are bad. the only difference between the first set of characters and the second is one singular thing: they have a clear speaking role.
suddenly when theyre not stock background characters, dp knows how to act when drawing them. i cannot for the life of me find the image of it, but the last jock guy in the first set gets a speaking role in reign storm (he's cosplaying phantom) and he is drawn with proper open eyes! (theyre also blue but whatever) it just makes me sad that this was a clear choice they made.
the show also went in a different direction in the final product, but early development stuff was really drawing from a lot of japanese/asian influences like danny was originally gonna have a motorcycle (pulling from ghost in the shell) and was even referenced in the show via the akira motorcycle reference (which i once again, for the life of me, cannot find. danny took johnny 13's motorcycle and did the classic akira slide i think it was in million dollar ghost?? idk whichever one where the giw are trying to blow up the ghost zone). danny's name was originally gonna be jackie, named after jackie chan, this i assume was given to jack fenton afterwards. and i think the show having a more martial arts direction with the action was also gonna be a thing? that one could be wrong dont quote me on that, there was an episode where danny and vlad have like a weird ninja fight though im pretty sure.
either way my point here is that they wanted to pull from all these influences and it was prominent enough during development that they sprinkle references to it throughout the show and yet their portrayal and treatment of asian characters in the show is so abysmal it just feels Bad™, you know? i cant really put it more eloquently than that, like its very take and no give with it.
it overall just puts a bad taste in my mouth, and its sad that it still affects people years later. like i mentioned in the tags of the post that started this discussion with that whole old trend of putting yourself into the bg of dp screenshots, i felt alienated by that. and its not the people who participated's fault obviously but most of the people i saw participating were white fans (going off of how they drew themselves) and it made me a bit mad that they were able to enjoy the style of the show in a more carefree manner than i ever could. i didnt want to ruin anyone's fun obviously, but a small part of me wanted to bring to light how i wasnt on equal ground with them in that situation.
#seance#considered putting this under a read more but i decided i dont want to give people the choice to just not look at it
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I love the hc that Danny can't help but trigger this innate, subconscious fight or flight response in everyone he meets. I love it even more when it's the reason why he still gets bullied by Dash.
Truth be told, Dash grew up years ago. His mean streak had been a short-lived phase that left a bad taste in his mouth. The sudden influx of hormones brought on by the onset of puberty had apparently muddled his brain and left him emotionally stunted for the duration of his freshman year. He'd shoved nerds into lockers and stolen their lunch money. He sorely wishes he hadn't been so excruciatingly cliche.
But he'd somehow managed to unstick his head from his ass pretty quick and he hasn't laid a finger on anyone since - well, except for Fenton.
Fenton had always been the exception. Small and slouched, with a messy fringe that fell into his eyes. Danny Fenton always made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end whenever he walked past.
His arm would brush too close or his shoulder would bump into his in a crowded hallway and Dash's arm would lash out before he could even comprehend the accidental touch. Fenton would be pinned against a locker with Dash's forearm against his neck in the blink of an eye.
The funny thing is though, no one stops him. The other kids don't call him out and the teachers are always coincidentally absent.
Dash isn't a bully - at least not anymore. He helped Lester get his locker door open after a ghost attack left the damn thing jammed shut. He stays late after practice so the girls on the cheer team don't have to walk home when the sun starts dipping low. He holds doors open for the people walking behind him and even offers a polite smile. The other day he stopped to help some little kid struggling to tie their shoelaces.
He's trying to be better. His mom cried about how proud she was on his birthday last month and principal Ishiyama made a passing comment on how nice it was not seeing him in her office every week. He enjoys being nice to people. It's gratifying, and some kids have started coming up to him when they need help.
Once upon a time, Dash had been a chubby self-conscious kid who'd hit the gym as soon as his dad had gotten sick of his begging. Puberty had hit him like a truck and he'd started shaving a year before anyone else. Since then he'd bulked up and was far larger than the average high schooler. He'd been honing his reflexes for years and never drops the ball. He's the shield that everyone hides behind during ghost fights. He's big and strong and has damn good aim - which is better than nothing when going up against a ghost.
But there's something wrong with Fenton.
Danny makes sweat gather beneath his collar and Dash has to grind his teeth any time he walks past.
At least he's not the only one.
Kwan's hands are always clenched into fists when they walk past Fenton's locker, even if he's not there. It feels wrong to have your back to Fenton in the changing rooms and Lancer's the only teacher still handing Danny a detention slip - Dash suspects it's cause none of the other staff can stand to be alone with him for that long.
No one steps in when someone lashes out at the Fenton kid. No one says a word or runs towards the teacher's lounge when Dale has Danny by the arm, eyes wide and gripped so tight his knuckles turn white.
The hallway goes silent and the world steps back as Dash's team flank his sides while the front of Danny's shirt is bunched in his fist. His heart thuds against his ribs and pounds in his ears as Danny opens his mouth to make a sarcastic quip. Danny's always been a sarcastic, mouthy little shit, but Dash can't find it in himself to laugh, not while his body forms a physical barrier between Fenton and everyone else - not when Dash has him by the throat but he's the one feeling cornered and exposed. He has to dig his toes into the soles of his sneakers to resist running.
It's not normal.
Dash plays along, keeping his cool as he goes through the familiar routine. He spits out a pathetic insult that misses its mark and thumps Danny against his locker before dropping him to the ground.
It feels rehearsed, like he's stuck in a cycle he can't seem to break. It's one big act that Dash walks away from with adrenaline churning the contents of his stomach and sweat gathering in the palms of his hands. The hallway parts as Dash walks away. He spares a glance at Kwan, whose dark eyes are trained on the floor in front of him, his fists clenching at his sides, shaking under the fluorescent lights. Dash hides his own hands in his pockets. The one he had bunched in Danny's shirt trembles, his nerves vibrating with the sensation of pins and needles. It feels like static under his skin. He tries wiping it off on the inside of his jacket.
The entire student body of Casper high follows behind him.
#dp#home of renn#danny phantom#dash unwittingly becomes the protector of casper high that stands between everyone else and fenton#danny fenton#dash baxter#drabble#casper high#dp ficlet#dp lancer#mr lancer#kwan#dp kwan#dribble drabble#cryptid danny#eldritch danny#i love my eldritch abomination son#angst#dash baxter redemption#character development#amity park
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⭐️? for the fanfic directors cut ask game
!!! thank you! I've always wanted to talk a little more about this scene from switch part 2 ch 3:
Danny hadn’t thought it was possible for Paulina’s face to get redder right then, but it did. And it was definitely anger this time, her lips curling in a sneer as the rest of the class let out a chorus of oooo’s at her expense.
Then she wrenched her eyes closed, screwing up her face with effort, and blinked out some tears. She started sobbing, her hand over her mouth. If he didn’t know any better, Danny would never guess she was acting.
“Coach Tetslaff,” she said, hiccupping, “did you hear what—what Kwan just called me?”
Tetslaff sighed. “Unfortunately. Mr. Huang, while I appreciate you standing up for my coworker, I can’t accept that kind of language, especially used against your own classmates. Go see Principal Ishiyama.” Paulina smiled in victory. “Both of you.”
Paulina’s mouth dropped open and her sobs suddenly cut off. “Me too? But—”
“No buts!” Tetslaff slammed her hand on her desk. Paulina flinched. “Maybe this will teach you kids to think before you speak.”
Kwan said nothing as he gathered his bag and headed for the door, but he shot Danny a grin and a wink as he left.
Tetslaff cleared her throat. “Ms. Sanchez, I suggest you get a move on.”
Face still wet with tears, she strode for the door with her head held high even as her classmates snickered around her. He’d never seen her be the object of derision before. In fact, now that he thought about it, this was the first time he’d seen Paulina face a consequence.
because this was one of those scenes where i really wanted to demonstrate just how manipulative paulina could be, how she knew just how to pull the strings for just about any situation. but, it also shows that when people don't just take her shit, there's very little she can do about it. she so dependent on people buying whatever she's selling that when people (like kwan and tetslaff) see through it, she's got nothing left to stand on. it's a pretty empty life that she's built for herself, but she has no idea how else she could live.
idk, i just always really liked this scene because it shows that paulina isn't this invincible force of the school like she'd seemed up to that point, where everyone scuttles about at her command, but still just a teenage girl depending on everyone to see her as invincible so no one looks any deeper. or, at least, that was my intent.
send me a specific scene from a fic (or a ⭐️ for a scene of my choice) to get the director's commentary
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Just Another Day
Words: 2733
Warnings: Major Character Death (referenced deaths to canonical TUE timeline deaths), Graphic Depictions of Violence (one near the end).
Prompt used: Jackdaw Sprite
-A day in the life of Valerie Gray, whether in the main timeline, the TUE timeline, or another. (TUE timeline used)
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Valerie cursed as the next stitch was applied.
“Careful!” She snapped.
“Uh-uh, you don’t get to say that, Val.” Kwan said, peering at her momentarily over the rim of his glasses.
��You know what I mean…” she grumbled, eyeing the jagged gash on her arm, irritation evident in her eyes. This, of all the dumb reasons she’s gotten hurt, has got to be the dumbest of the dumb.
Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress of Amity Park, the last bastion of humanity’s hope, had run into a tree on her hoverboard. Not even running away from anything! She’d just been having fun!
Mercifully, no one had seen her fall nor her entrance into Kwan’s office. She did have a reputation to keep up after all!
“Are you sure you don’t want any local anesthetic?” Kwan asked when Valerie again hissed at the next stitch.
Determinedly, she shook her head, short brown curls bouncing around her face. “Axion’s ability to synthesize materials we need out of materials we have is still lagging behind. I can handle it, doc.”
Kwan sighed but did not push. He knew she was right. Years under this dome with naught but a wasteland surrounding them was catching up on their resources. They’d been lucky when the plans Jack and Maddie Fenton had never gotten around to publishing was found when the house had been cleared. It gave them the ability to alter the genetic make up of materials and chemicals - break them down to their bases and reform them into things that were currently needed. But Amity’s population had continued to grow, the resource strain had increased. No one was hurting for anything, of course not, and likely wouldn’t ever be, but there was still doubt. There was still fear that eventually the labs would fail and their only options would be to starve in safety or be slaughtered beyond the wall.
Val’s eyes roamed around the room she was in, pulling her mind off the repetitive pain of the stitches. Her eyes settled on the plaque behind Kwan. If you’d told her, before all this happened, when ghosts were just a nuisance, that Kwan Ishiyama would become a doctor, she’d have laughed. Not that being a doctor meant much anymore, but still. Only twenty two and already a doctor, with a half-assed education brought forth by fear, the knowledge that whatever was not taught to this next generation would be lost to time.
But Kwan was one of very few medical personnel left. Medicine wasn’t easy, even when it was only a fraction of what it should be. She shook her head slightly and continued to look around. Beyond that, there wasn’t much in the room. This was his private office, not a part of the clinic patients usually saw, but the two of them had an understanding.
Valerie would be a ghost hunting bad ass, Kwan would tend to whatever wounds she got while being said ghost hunting bad ass.
A chair and a desk sat along one wall, bookshelves along another. Blood blossoms rested in a flower pot nearby. She idly noted that the desk was positioned in a way that would have his back to the window. Not that she could blame him - the only view afforded to this room was the apocalypse through a green tint.
“Alright, that should do it, but it is going to scar pretty badly, Red.” Kwan said, pulling latex gloves from his hands and discarding all of the tainted material into a nearby recycler, to be sent to Axion for repurposing.
“Oh no. A scar. Whatever shall I do?” Valerie said monotonously, rolling her eyes.
“Maybe not crash into a tree going 125 miles per hour and then fall down the equivalent of three floors?” Kwan shot back, a smirk pulling at his lips.
The familiar look pulled at Valerie’s heart strings. Eight years. How could so much change in eight years? How could Kwan have the same laid back, goofy look stitching half her arm back together as he’d had whenever someone told a stupid joke?
“I make no promises,” Valerie said, heading over to his window and popping it open.
“You really shouldn’t fly with your arm like that.”
“Do you really think I won’t?”
“Not a chance - it’s just a waste of breath.” Kwan admitted, watching as she latched the window so it was all the way open. Valerie just laughed as she fell from the window, free falling for several stories before summoning her sled to her feet. She wasn’t sure when she’d become an adrenaline junky, but when your life is constantly at risk from the devil himself, dying just held an aura of an approaching inevitability. Might as well have fun with whatever life she had left, right?
Valerie rose high into the sky, as high as she could get without going outside the shields. She sat down on her sled, legs to either side, studying the sprawl beneath her, the cars flitting around as if they too were ghosts immune to gravity’s tether. But they were slower today, the volume of vehicles half what it was. They all knew what day it was. It was the anniversary of the ending and he would come soon, as he had the past seven years. The Huntress eyed the sun in the sky, estimating how much longer was left until he arrived. He always came at sundown - a few hours off yet.
Nodding to herself, she pulled the communications module up from her suit. Static filled the screen for a moment before her father appeared. He smiled at her, but he was weary. They’d all aged too quickly. They’d all given too much - her father giving more than most but not as much as some. An eyepatch covered his right eye, the left sleeve of his shirt too limp, as there was no arm beneath it.
Sometimes, Valerie blamed herself for what her father had suffered, how he’d been targeted. After all, Valerie herself had been the one to tell him all about her father’s genius ability, when she’d been unknowingly dating the world’s executioner. Maybe if she hadn’t said all of that, she would’ve been the target of the attack and not her father.
The day had been a miracle and a travesty. They’d finally gotten the shield big enough and stable enough to enclose the entire city, but it had required work on the exterior portions of the poles - outside safety. Nine workers had left to do the job, Valerie and her father included. Five never returned home. Three critically injured. Valerie the only one who hadn’t required some sort of surgery or amputation.
The Grays spoke briefly, Damon instructing her which poles to check today. Only five of them. He reminded her to return home before the sun got too low. She reminded him she would do no such thing. The banter was familiar - she knew he’d always try to protect her before anyone, he knew she’d fight everything thrown at them to keep their home, their people safe.
She flew to each of the poles, checking their structural integrity and the energy levels as she did. It was a delicate balance - make sure they were only taking in so much energy, putting out less, making sure the shield was evenly solid, no weak points, no chinks in their armor.
After sending a quick message to her father letting him know everything was okay, Valerie turned and made her way to where he would be within the hour. As always, her heart tightened painfully in her chest as she approached this part of the city, sat off to the side and feeling far more haunted than Amity had ever felt when the ghosts came. The grass was dull and brown, trees had lost all leaves and their branches twisted painfully into each other. Silence permeated in a way that simply didn’t feel natural.
Valerie touched down to the ground, summoning the sled back into her suit. She pressed a hand against the nearby rock, running fingers along the grooves.
When everything had first gone wrong, when reality had slapped all of them as hard as it could, there’d been panic in the beginning when the shield went up. How would they survive being cut off from the world? How long would there even be a world to be cut from?
So they’d rationed resources. But the dead still lingered, their bodies lacking a place to rest. At least none of them had came back. It felt wrong, though, to do a mass grave, to bury loved ones and members of their community in unmarked graves. So, somehow, some bureaucrat had decided to simply use the rubble from the fallen buildings. They’d had plenty, after all. Plenty of corpses and plenty of destroyed buildings.
Quietly, cautious to not disturb the dead’s silence, she brushed away some fallen leaves, revealing the name inscribed.
Dash Baxter
August 27, 1993 to August 26, 2008
Valerie bit harshly into her lip as the memory surfaced. That date of death was etched into more than half of these headstones.
It was just a normal day. No one had remembered what had happened on August 26th the year before. The Foleys and Mansons had left Amity Park, after all. There wasn’t really anyone to truly mourn the lives lost that day, to bother to remember.
And then Phantom had shown up, the first sighting of him in over a year. She first saw him at the school, but rumors held that he had been seen near the Fentons home. Valerie would never forget the icy tingle of fear that assaulted her spine, seeing Phantom. An odd reaction, one she’d never had before around the ghost. They’d fought against each other for their own lives - or so she thought at the time - but she’d never feared him, never felt this dread coil in her stomach.
He had simply…appeared, in the English classroom, sitting in an empty seat. And he looked wrong. His tanned skin had morphed into a sickly blue, white hair that had always moved with the wind looked more like fire than hair. But the biggest thing had been his face. Not a major change or anything of the sort - well, except the whole blue thin - but simply the look on his face. At the time, Valerie hadn’t had words to describe it, the small smile on Phantom’s face. But now she knew what that look had been. Sadism. The look of a mind broken and bent too far. Of a person ready to raze the world to the ground simply because he could.
It had been evil. Pure, unaltered, unfiltered evil.
“What are we studying?” He’d asked, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy may, but the madness didn’t leave his face, didn’t stop burning in his eyes.
Ms. Jordans, the new teacher, had merely gaped at him. She’d been new to Amity Park upon taking the job, but she’d adapted to the ghosts fairly well. But Phantom was legend, was presumed dead. Double dead. Whatever dead was for a ghost. His kindness and desire to protect was lauded in the city, much to Valerie’s anger. Ms. Jordans must’ve been quiet for too long, though, because Phantom spoke again. “Oh, did I miss roll call? The name’s Fenton. Danny Fenton.”
“Excuse me?” Valerie had nearly shrieked.
Phantom turned his gaze to her and she felt naked as he bored his eyes into hers. “C’mon, Valerie. The rest of class may be full of idiots who can’t tell an ecto gun from a dishwasher, but you’re bright. Danny Fenton? Danny Phantom? I barely even tried to hide it.”
Valerie’s stomach had turned, the lunch from earlier trying to force its way out as the revelation settled. Phantom cocked his head to the other side, lips still pulled in a cruel grin. Valerie was briefly reminded of a predator. “Danny?” She had asked. Her mouth had gone so try, then. She felt she was trying to choke out sand instead of words.
“Well, I was Danny Fenton. He’s dead now. Just like everyone who ever loved him.” Phantom’s voice was calm and light.
“Fenton is… dead?” Dash had asked.
The smile had fallen from Phantom’s face as he’d turned to the jock. “Dash Baxter. I’d forgotten you existed,” he had said, standing up from the seat and leisurely walking towards Dash’s desk. “Yes, Fenton is dead. He went quickly, at least, along with my pesky remnants of humanity. You, however, won’t be so lucky.” He’d said, baring sharp teeth in a snarling grin, throwing his hand out towards Valerie and catching her in a web of ectoplasm that had taken far too long to escape from. Whatever had happened, Phantom had been made stronger for it.
The class had fled, leaving Valerie the only witness to Dash’s brutal death. She’d never seen so much blood, never considered how many pieces the human body could be ripped into. Never realized how long it could take a human to die, especially when his wounds had been protected from bleeding by ectoplasm coating him. His screams had haunted her for a long time, after. She’d ended up picking pieces of him out of her hair.
Phantom had gone on a rampage after that. Buildings had been devastated. He’d killed people with his bare hands, murdered them by making the buildings collapse with victims still inside. Valerie had eventually escaped and bested Phantom, though not without suffering a lot of injuries. He’d been holding back, before. He’d always been holding back. But he never would again, never pull his punches.
“Happy anniversary,” he’d cooed at her. “See you next year.”
He’d flown off after that. It wouldn’t be for several more days what anniversary he meant. The anniversary of the explosion.
The world had slowly ended after that. No one believed in ghosts, after all. No one had any way to stop Phantom. And he’d burned the world down. Maybe there were villages or small towns left, somewhere. But Amity didn’t know. There was no communication from other places anymore. Not for a long time.
“Valerie?” She heard in front of her. She lifted her head and removed her hand from Dash’s grave. Her heart skipped a few beats at what she saw. Black haired, blue-eyed Danny Fenton, all grown up now, looking all the part of someone concerned for another.
“I’m not that dumb, Phantom.” She hissed, narrowing her eyes. As soon as the words were out, ‘Danny’s’ face morphed into a too large smile, too many sharp teeth.
“Ah, well, worth a try.” He said, two lights moving across him and leaving the Phantom she now knew in his place. Tall and broad shouldered, hair made of white flames, the insignia still upon his chest in a mockery of what he had once been. “I thought I’d get at least a second or two out of you! Do you like my new trick?” He laughed, a sound that set every human instinct of ‘you’re prey now, run’ she had.
“Get out of here.�� She stated, pulling an ecto gun from her hip and blasting it. The shot went through the shield and struck the ghost in the chest, though he didn’t even move.
“As you wish.” He said, dipping his head towards her, a smile on his face like this was a joke only he knew the punch line to. “But, know this,” he stepped closer to the shield, holding his hand out so it hovered centimeters above the shield’s surface. “My power only continues to grow. I will get in there, eventually. This world is mine now, and Amity has been a dark blemish upon my world for too long.”
“You killed the half of you that could get through this, remember? No matter what, you’ll always be a ghost and you can’t get through.”
The grin again, the one she was so sick of seeing. “I will. And I will destroy everything with you at my side. And when nothing remains, when I have torn every human apart molecule by molecule, I’ll make it so much worse for you. It is inevitable.”
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Cozy/Slasher 3
It took more arguing than it should have, but they finally put together something of a timeline. At least, a timeline of when everyone had gotten to the party and what they said they had been doing. Not, unfortunately, of what had happened.
But since none of them were mind readers…
Okay, actually, Danny needed to ask Ghost Writer - Andrew - if that was part of his powerset. It certainly wasn’t part of Danny’s. As occasionally useful (and creepy) as overshadowing was, knowing what the person he was overshadowing was thinking was beyond him.
As far as Danny knew, none of them were mind readers. So, they had to work with what they were given. And what they were given was a headache and a half.
Mr. Lancer had been there alone for most of the morning.
(If any of them knew how to tell how long a body had been dead (or if they had internet access) that might have been an important data point.)
He’d asked Technus (Nicholas Tea, aka ghosts were horrible at aliases apparently, and, no, Danny wasn’t considering himself an exception) to come early to help him set up the game system and some other electronics that weren’t working quite right. Danny made a note to go over everything Technus had worked on. Not because he thought Technus had killed anyone, but because he didn’t trust the ghost not to have added something ectoplasmic that would animate all the wires in the house.
After that, Irving Burns (Nasty Burger guy), was the first to arrive. He’d come with desserts from the Nasty Burger and spent the time Technus was fixing things talking to Mr. Lancer about…
“My drag hobby,” said Mr. Lancer. He sounded nervous.
“Like, drag racing?” asked Kwan.
“No,” said Mr. Lancer, “as in, performance.”
Irving was staring at him with something like shock and… From Mr. Falluca, was that disgust? Whatever was on Lance Thunder’s face was just weird. Like he couldn’t decide how to feel.
Everyone else, well…
Yeah. Danny was surprised, too. But, in the long run, what Mr. Lancer did in his spare time wasn’t all that important.
Ghost Writer had come in next, and had gotten into a ‘debate’ with Mr. Lancer and Technus about video game novelizations, novels made into video games, and video games with novels in them. Danny was surprised the house was still standing after that. Ghost Writer and Technus must really like Mr. Lancer.
… Was it possible that they had killed Mr. Lancer so they had a new ghost buddy? Danny didn’t feel like that was super likely, but he decided to keep the thought in mind, anyway.
During that time, Irving had just sort of… hung out, but since everyone else in the house had been otherwise involved, Danny didn’t see what he could have gotten up to.
Then, Mrs. Ishiyama and Kwan had arrived, followed seconds later by Tetslaff. They’d gone to put food items and presents in the kitchen.
The Fallucas came next, and while Mikey and Kwan had disappeared into the game room together (weird), no one was entirely sure what Mr. Falluca was doing. Hanging around the edges of the three way video game book debate.
Combine that with his statement that he and Mikey had been on the first floor the whole time…
Yeah, that was suspicious.
Then again, Tetslaff and Mrs. Ishiyama were also suspicious, because they had stayed in the kitchen. Neither of them gave off the impression of being particularly enamored of kitchens.
Irving had gone to talk to them at some point, but he hadn’t stayed long. Suspicious again!
“What else were you doing?” asked the Beholder, raising an eyebrow. “There’s not a lot to do in this house.”
“I’ll have you know,” said Irving, “that I was listening to their discussion.” He nodded in the direction of Lancer, Technus, and Ghost Writer.
Mr. Falluca sniffed. “I highly doubt that, with your grades. You might as well tell everyone what you were really doing.”
“Oh, come on, you kept pointing fingers at me about that all through school! Will you never give it a break?”
“Yes,” said Mr. Lancer, “I don’t think that this is the place for that at all, James, and Irving has done quite well for himself these past few years.”
Mikey leaned around his father’s (admittedly small) figure and mouthed ‘sorry’ at Irving.
The Beholder and the Thunder family had come after the Fallucas, but no one could remember the order.
Star had immediately gone upstairs, and her father had followed her, although he’d come back down shortly after. He said that he’d then had several one-on-one conversations on the ground floor.
The Beholder had… Beheld, Danny guessed. Anyway, he’d camped out in the center of the living room and read poetry. Loudly. The whole time. He’d gotten into a not-quite fight with Ghost Writer about it. A rhyming fight.
Danny was equal parts glad and sorry he’d missed it. It sounded dreadful.
Nothing really screamed ‘this guy had the opportunity to dismember an adult (probably) human with various power tools.’ The only people who were, by that accounting, alone together for a long time (other than ghosts who Danny was tentatively ruling out) were Tetslaff and Ishiyama, and Mikey and Kwan.
Neither of those possibilities were ones he wanted to think about.
On the other hand, everyone was very obviously thinking about them. Especially Mr. Falluca, who was openly glaring at Kwan, Tetslaff, and Ishiyama. Mostly at Kwan, however.
“I’m not dead,” said Mikey.
“We weren’t–” started Mr. Lancer.
“You were. But Kwan and I are friends. I help him with his homework all the time!”
Wow, Mikey was really giving the homework slave thing a positive spin, there. On the other hand, yeah. Danny couldn’t see Kwan killing anyone, except maybe by accident.
Mr. Lancer put his head in his hands as everyone started arguing with each other, with lots of finger pointing.
“How do we know those three didn’t have something to do with it?” asked the Beholder. Danny looked up just in time to see a finger jabbed first at him, then Sam, then Tucker.
“Because we were here for, like, a minute before Danny found the body?” suggested Tucker. “That’s a bit fast for a murder.”
“But he knew there was a body there. You can’t just know when there’s a body. At minimum, someone had to tell him.”
“Uncle Bobby,” said Star, “trust me when I say Fenton is just weird like that. He finds so many bodies.”
“Excuse me?” said the Beholder. “Bodies, as in, plural? Am I the only one hearing this?”
“Putting all that aside,” said Mr. Lancer, removing his face from where it had been buried in his hands for the past several minutes.
No one liked that.
“PUTTING ALL THAT ASIDE,” he repeated, much louder, “I think we need to challenge some of our assumptions. Collect clues. Investigate.”
“Did you learn that in one of your novels?” grumbled Thunder.
“Considering that you are in a novel,” said Ghost Writer, “there are worse places to look for inspiration.”
Mrs. Ishiyama sighed. “What do you want to look at first, William?”
“Feasibility. We’re all convinced that the power tools were the murder weapon, or at least what the killer used to…” He trailed off, looking green. “Well. I did pay for good soundproofing, and I know you kids were playing the game, but is that enough to drown out power tools?”
“Great,” said Irving, pushing himself up out of the armchair. “We can check these guys’ game scores or whatever at the same time.”
They went to the stairs, Danny, Sam, and Tucker hanging in the back as everyone else filed up the stairs.
“Shouldn’t we be in the front?”
“We haven’t magically become detectives just because we’re in this situation,” said Danny.
“Still, you are the most experienced with dead things.”
“Forget that,” said Sam, leaning close, “don’t you think this is all a bit strange? This house, I mean.”
“Yeah, that it’s still under construction is weird,” said Tucker.
Danny scrunched his nose. “Is it?”
“Danny, your parents are outliers in everything.”
“Actually, how is Lancer affording this place?” mused Tucker. “I didn’t think teachers made all that much.”
“We don’t,” said Mrs. Tetslaff, who had better ears than Danny had thought. “He got some kind of inheritance thing.”
“Really?” asked Danny. “Like, a big inheritance?”
“I don’t know,” said Tetslaff, shrugging aggressively. “Before you get any ideas, it didn’t sound like something a guy would kill over.” She turned to climb the stairs.
People killed over so very many stupid things, so Danny rather doubted that.
“Oh, wow,” said Tucker, when they finally got into the gaming room. “This is a sweet setup.”
“Yes, well,” said Mr. Lancer, “the idea was to have an enjoyable space for myself and my guests.” He walked over to where a controller was sitting abandoned on the ground and clicked a button, which in turn woke the screen.
Golden words spelled Apple of Eris on a red and black background.
“Oh, man,” said Tucker. “I’ve been wanting to try that game.”
“Mhm,” said Mr. Lancer, “I haven’t had a chance to play it yet myself.”
“Why?” asked Tucker. “I’d’ve played it as soon as I got it!”
“Perhaps that explains the state of your recent essay. You really have to stop spilling food on them. It makes them very difficult to grade.”
Mr. Lancer navigated to the ‘load game’ screen, and, sure enough, there were a variety of save files for two and three person games, all staggered across the last two hours. They weren’t all even time jumps. There were a couple big skips after Star joined in. But, again, Danny couldn’t really imagine his classmates being murderers. Victims, maybe, but not murderers.
“There we are. Now, let’s check the sound.”
“Actually,” said Danny, interrupting and turning to look at Technus. “Can you show us the part you had to fix?”
Technus tapped his fingers together, somewhere between nervous and annoyed. “I don’t know why you–”
“Just to see it. I don’t think it was you, but it’s still good to be able to see what you were doing.” Plus, he wanted Technus and Ghost Writer to be ruled out in other people’s minds, too.
Technus, grudgingly, popped the side off the console and pointed.
“Huh,” said Tucker, slipping around Danny, “I’m not super familiar with this type of console… But is that standard? What did it connect to, do you know?”
Technus shrugged. “That’s part of what created the problem: A small short! One I repaired rapidly!”
At least everyone here had been telling the truth.
“Now,” said Lancer, “we will need some people here, to play the game, some on the first floor, to listen, and someone upstairs to run the power tools.”
Silence.
Kwan raised his hand, hesitantly.
“Yes, Kwan?”
“Uh, Mr. Lancer,” said Kwan, “I haven’t read many mysteries, but isn’t splitting up usually a bad thing?”
A question like that could only be followed by one thing: an argument.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Danny Fenton & Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood)
Characters: Dash Baxter, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Baby Tooth (Rise of the Guardians), Baby Fang - Fairy OC, Danny Fenton, Wes Weston, Mr. Lancer (Danny Phantom), Ishiyama (Danny Phantom), Kwan (Danny Phantom)
Additional Tags: Unreliable Narrator, Angst, Ableist Language, Like. A lot, Dash doesn't pull his punches in his PoV, Bullying, Bully Dash Baxter, Swearing, one (1) insult that could be interpreted as suicide baiting/death threat, Wes Weston gets his chance to be the Hero, It's out boi time to shine, Ectober 2021 (Danny Phantom), Ectober Month 2021, Ectoberhaunt 2021, Ectoberhaunt Trick, Attempt at Humor, it's Danny after all
Series: Part 12 of Eenie mini Tiny moe, Part 11 of Ectoberhaunt's Domestic Phantoms
Summary:
"Dash Baxter was furious! Angry! Peeved! InCeNsEd!
How did Mr. Falluca dare to give him a D?! Him, who was the nascent star of the school football team, the quarterback?!
Dash needed a target for all his misplaced aggression.
Where was that turd of a Fenton?"
Or: When a case of mistaken identity was the downfall of the biggest bully of Casper High.
@ectoberhaunt this goes certainly to the Trick category given how many insults are thrown in (Dash's) narrative toward Danny and Jack.
But fear not! The consequences are deeply satisfying...
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#danny phantom#dash baxter#jack frost#baby tooth#baby fang - Fairy OC#wes weston#mr. lancer#principal ishiyama#kwan danny phantom#angst#cw ableist language#tw bullying#bully dash baxter#where Wes get to be the Hero#ectober month 2021#Ectoberhaunt 2021#Ectoberhaunt Trick#Domestic Phantoms
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I've seen people headcanon Harriet as Kwan's mom so I raise you: Vlad is dating Harriet and Danny is dating Kwan.
I’ve NEVER seen that headcanon but it sounds so cute!! I personally headcanon Kwan’s mom as being Principal Ishiyama purely bc Kwan gives HUGE overly-nice-to-everybody-and-super-understanding principal kid’s energy, but the halfa-attracting vibes Harriet and Kwan would give off in this is irresistible.
Edit: know what? Harriet and Principal Ishiyama are Kwan’s moms. They divorced and share custody now, my new headcanon.
#i also try to Not do non-prompt/blog focused replies here but now i legit REALLY like this idea a lot#and gonna tag as a#prompts#anyway bc go for it
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fuck I still haven't done the rewrite of the Mutant Town AU that I specifically came off hiatus to write, like the Plant Witch Sam and Pharaoh Tucker posts were written to prep this au and I just got wildly distracted so uhhhh
yeah the concept is in the link but the gist is that the people and town becoming mutated by constant ectoplasmic contamination, we all know and love this concept right but I'm gonna expand on it
this is a direct result of the portal being opened, but they aren't getting infected from the portal, the issue is that creating a permanent opening into the ghost zone has weakened the veil between their worlds and Amity Park and the Ghost Zone sort of slip in and out of each other constantly
and because ectoplasm responds strongly to emotions (poltergeists being made from atmospheric emotions for example) it all tends to converge very heavily at the school full of hormonal teenagers
so Casper High becomes its own god damn cryptid, the teachers get so jaded about opening the door to a classroom and finding just a whole ass ghost zone on the other side that they just put a sign on the door telling kids to go to a different room, lockers swap contents with other lockers so kids have started putting their names on the inside so they know who's stuff they've just found
this also means the kids get super affected, like super affected, literally, they all get ghost powers, some are just physical mutations, some are just super abilities, or a general increase in natural ability, like a member of the track team getting super speed
it takes a while for Danny and co. to figure this out, Sam and Tucker should have been warning signs as they've spent the most time around ghosts and the ghost zone, but that's why the Witch Sam and Pharaoh Tucker posts are important
they have powers, but they thought they came exclusively from outside sources, they had no idea that their abilities were also strengthened and influenced by being highly contaminated by ectoplasm, which is why when one day Mikey sneezes and green acid shoots out of his nose and melts his desk, everyone is a little bit startled
the teachers have long since started using ghost detectors after the time Paulina spent a whole week overshadowed by Kitty, so Mikey gets a check over and other than the usual atmospheric reading Lancer gets nothing especially strong from him
there have been concerns about the gradually increasing ectoplasmic content in the air messing with ghost detector results, the devices have to be recalibrated constantly, so Lancer asks the one and only son of the local ghost hunters in the room if he has some other way to check
Danny's parents make him keep a few protective items in his schoolbag, so he tries some gear on him to see if anything comes flying out, but nothing does, Danny isn't too surprised seeing as he couldn't sense a ghost in the room anyway, but it definitely makes things a little concerning
even if it were a repeat of the Spectra incident and he wasn't being overshadowed, the Fenton's tech would have still gotten rid of whatever was causing this if it were an external influence
Mikey is sent home for the day and his parents are told to keep an eye on him
and then the next week, Star drops a pen off her desk and a strand of her hair whips out to grab it, she's also checked for ghost influence and sent home
a few weeks after that it happens again, a kid on the basketball team makes a leap to the net and stays in the air, they have to call in the cheerleaders to climb on top of each other to reach him and pull him down
Danny has been trying to figure out what's happening from the first moment with Mikey, and his parents have also been getting calls from worried parents who want to know if they can fix whatever's happening to their kids
over the next couple of months, every kid in the school has some kind of ability or mutation, Dash heals whoever he touches, which he discovers after punching Nathan in the face and curing his acne, Paulina turns invisible, which freaks her out at first until she realises it's great for eavesdropping, Wes can conjure fire (because I desperately needed him to have a polarising ability to Danny), Kwan becomes empathic and can feel and influence people's emotions
Valerie also had an early mutation that she didn't know about, when Technus gave her a new suit, her body pretty much just absorbed it as a part of her, Technus had not intended this to happen, and was pretty peeved about it, Valerie found out that she had stolen control over the suit when Technus had a big rant about it during a fight, and she put the pieces together once other kids started developing abilities
this whole thing causes a ton of chaos as kids are struggling to control what they can do, so Danny has to step in and help them out, he often has to run off to change into Phantom in order to protect everyone from an ability that's gone haywire, he ends up pretty much running ghost power training courses after school to help them control themselves
he's also gotten stuck in situations where he's had to step in and help someone without having the time to change forms, meaning he has to make up a cover story about having developed his own powers way before everyone else since he's been living on top of a portal for years, he only tells people about his ice powers
Jazz has always had a tendency to be able to reign in her emotions and keep a cool head, (the only ones who can really push her buttons are Danny and sometimes her parents, at school around other kids who look up to her she's often very in control) meaning she doesn't draw ectoplasm to herself all that much, and though Danny uses the excuse of having lived on top of a ghost portal to explain why he's already so familiar with using his power, it's actually not even remotely true, because the Fentons use specialised air purifiers to keep the atmospheric ectoplasm at a manageable level, the Fenton house ironically has the least atmospheric contamination compared to the rest of the town, that's how Maddie and Jack have had limited mutation to themselves (though they aren't wholly free, they've mostly just gotten physically stronger and tougher)
so even though Jazz develops her power a little earlier than everyone else's, it's not that far ahead, and she actually doesn't even realise she already has one until half the school has developed theirs
Jazz has the power to slow time in a little bubble around herself, she'd been using it without realising while studying, having gotten through hours of work in half that time, she always thought it was just her losing track of time or she was just getting faster at reading, she also spends a lot of time counselling other students and trying to help them sort out their problems, and they'd often comment that they felt like they'd been talking for so much longer than they had, again she just chalked it up to losing track of time
a lot of students had wondered why Danny developed a power early and Jazz hadn't, until someone walked in on Jazz helping a girl through a panic attack in the bathroom, and found them both talking extremely fast, a lot of her friends realised in hindsight that she'd been doing that unwittingly for quite a while, nobody had noticed because she always talked to people privately, so nobody outside her little time bubble had seen it happen
Sam and Tucker come clean about their abilities too, but they also don't give the full rundown, still keeping some things close to the chest to avoid standing out from everyone else
then there's the teachers
adults typically have a better time regulating emotions than teenagers, meaning much like Jazz they aren't drawing as much ectoplasm toward themselves, but this doesn't exempt them from developing something after a while, especially with the heightened stress of managing a school full of volatile super kids
Mr Lancer discovers that he can create shields, after an incident where he jumps in front of some students to protect them from another power gone awry
Tetslaff ends up with a sonic ability, able to project her voice like a megaphone (yes this is a Coach Boomer from Sky High reference don't @ me), Principal Ishiyama develops a physical mutation, growing to twice her size, she likes that she can tower over the students while delivering speeches, but she doesn't like having to stoop through doors all the time, she has the one to her office resized, along with her chair and desk
so as you can imagine, the town ends up erupting into chaos, a lot of kids very much misuse their abilities, Danny does his best as Phantom to teach people to be responsible, but sometimes he has to resort to literally kicking their asses to get them to straighten up
but for the most part, a ton of kids were already looking up to him, and are generally pretty happy to follow his example, especially the more popular kids, it's generally considered not very cool to get your ass kicked by Phantom, so weirdly enough a lot of kids get peer pressured into not causing any real damage or injury with their powers
this doesn't mean they don't absolutely misuse them, they're just more subtle about it
until a ghost shows up, a lot of the kids are more than happy to let loose to protect themselves and their friends, and Phantom for the most part is happy to let them, with some supervision of course, he still has to make sure nobody gets too hurt (including the ghosts)
the entire debacle makes Danny's life simultaneously a whole lot easier AND so much more fucking stressful
#lula's aus#mutant town au#danny phantom#you have no idea how hard it was to find the links to the other posts#tumblr's search system was fucking me around so much
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Phic Phight: If Only You Had Compassion
Prompt Creator: @summerssixecho
The bad blood between humans and ghosts was going to come to a head eventually, and when it did everyone was going to get hurt.
Danny sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and leans back against the wall; staring at the news disbelievingly.
They had lost.
Lost the entire goddamn case. Because the American government had officially decided: Ghosts were not sentient. Ghosts were not beings. Ghosts did not have rights. And ghosts were a threat to the country. Meaning any and all instances of ghosts and anything -excluding weapons or other items used to combat, control, or harm ghosts- were illegal to exist, possess, or help.
Danny, they, had gone about this the human way. Had been respectful. And nice. And friendly. And it didn’t fucking work. They extended a hand and got fucking bit.
And of course, anyone who had been fighting for ghosts and their rights and safety were the first ones to come under fire and scrutiny. And with nearly all of Amity Park being on that list, it was no surprise the G.I.W. were coming here and banging on doors at record speed.
What’s worse? Danny had been the loudest voice. Of course he had. He had to be. He was fighting for his own goddamn rights after all; not that the government or his family knew that. But it wasn’t just that. No.
Danny Phantom was King. THE High King. This was something he had to deal with, had to handle. And well... the cards hadn’t landed in his favour. In their favour.
But that wasn’t the end of it, because on top of it, his parents couldn’t understand what he was doing, to the point that Danny had to just get out of that house.
Technically he was homeless now, but well, being a ghost rather negated that. He had a whole dimension if need be and could get by just goddamn fine on the streets.
In the end, Danny had lost pretty well all his respect and love for his parents. They had become the enemy too and he just couldn’t afford room to old sentimentality and dwelling on ‘what could have been’ if they had been better people and parents.
At least Danny had listened to his gut and firmly ordered all the ghosts back into the Infinite Realm. He didn’t have to worry about any full ghosts getting captured, tortured, dissected, and destroyed.
Elle was safely with the residents of the Far Frozen too, so no worries there.
And Vlad... Vlad could look after himself. Last he heard the man fully intended to blow up his entire mansion and lab should the case fall through, purely to stop the G.I.W. from getting their hands on anything. Money only went so far in protecting yourself and your assets after all. Danny didn’t doubt the man’s willingness to do it either.
So that just left Danny. The one who was really the most at risk. He was damn near the face of the case, of the campaign. He was a minor still, limiting his rights even further. His ‘parents’ were hunters, hunters that idolised the G.I.W. and worked with them gladly and eagerly.
And he was a true halfa. Exactly half and half. He couldn’t even hide himself from the Fenton’s janky scanners, hiding wasn’t an option.
But then again, hiding had never even been an option for him. Hiding wasn’t Phantom’s thing, wasn’t the Kings thing. For now though? He lays low. He watches. And he waits. Waits for the Observants to finally back him proper. For FrightKnight to rally and ready. And finally for ClockWork to give him that melancholic face that says there is no other option.
Because Danny played this like a human. Because Danny gave humanity a chance. Because Danny wanted to have faith in people. Because Danny had hoped his goddamn half-beating heart out.
Because Danny was scared. Because he was still a kid. Because he shouldn’t have to pick one or the other. Because he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt.
Well now there wasn’t much of a choice. He picked ghosts the day he took that crown. The day he agreed to apprentice under ClockWork instead of the Fenton’s. The day Danny Fenton became just a fabricated mask for Danny Phantom to hide behind.
And now everyone was going to have to play their part. Fulfil their role. Dance out repeating history on the world’s stage. Everyone was going to have to pay a price.
Because when you take away someone’s rights in your own eyes, then they take away yours in theirs.
Because when the government decides someone doesn’t get to exist, and then every other government falls in line because the military powerhouse that is America has decided, then that someone is going to thrash and bite and scream to get to exist.
That’s how its always been.
Survival of the fittest.
And humans? Humans weren’t the fittest by miles.
Because humanity had been given coexistence on a paper. Had been given peace on a paper. And had drawn weapons and scalpels and hate instead.
And for that, this means war.
And not just a skirmish or dispute. No. An all-out bloody war. A massive war. A war beyond anyone’s wildest imaginations or worst dreams.
Because what humanity didn’t know is there were laws that existed. Laws that already governed dead and mortal interaction and travel between the realms. The Oaths and Seals. Older than most of the Ancients and predating nearly all mortal life in the universe.
And one of those Seals states simply that any being of death or life could traverse between Realms freely without harm, threat, or unwilling containment from ruling bodies or any species as a whole.
To say ghosts couldn't exist here. It was such a direct blatant violation. There was no way around that. There really wasn’t. If it wasn’t acted on then it could be overlooked as someone making stupid laws and ignored. But that just wasn’t the case. Wouldn’t be. In that sense it was both blessing and curse that Amity would be targeted first. He had a chance to stop them. To hedge them at the gates.
To cut the Gordian knot.
To meet them at the doors to his lair and tell them what awaited them should they choose to pass. Should they choose to continue a damned and forsaken path.
It would mean revealing himself. Would mean ending the lies and double life. It would mean definitively and finally choosing a side. Choosing ghosts. But it was what had to be.
And if they choose to cross him?
Then it’s game over.
Because Amity was Phantom’s lair. The High Ghost Kings land. His people. His subjects. His. It would be treason. Would be a crime against the High Crown. Against not only the Seals but the Kings Decrees and the Law Of Ages as well. There would be no going back.
The punishment was death. Was absolute subjugation. Was the end of humanity's reign upon the earth.
Because in the eyes of the universe, humanity would have forfeited the right to stand as equals to the dead. They would become lesser and treated as such. Any human who refused to kneel and bow to the Infinite Realm, to him, would be summarily cut down and disposed of.
He didn’t want this. He truly didn’t.
But it wasn’t his choice to make.
It was humanities. The G.I.W.’s.
Danny had very little faith.
But at least he could try. He was a determined bastard to a fault. Even when he should probably give up. When it was probably a lost cause.
This was hopeless now. He knew it. But he had to try and when that failed... then he’ll fight. He’ll fight with a frown and tears screaming down his face. But he’ll damn well fight.
Because that’s who he is. What he is. Because if he doesn’t do this for the ghosts then he’ll do it for the humans he protects.
For Sam and Tucker, both nearly halfas themselves due to UnderGrowth and a past life lived.
For Star, Paulina, Dale, Brittney, Kwan, Ashley, Emilie, Todd, James, Dash, Mikey, Nathan, Rosalia, Jasper, and Carrie, so horribly contaminated by Spectra’s and Bertrand’s experiments.
For Jazz, who’s opinions and field of study made her a ‘threat to humanity’ all the same.
For Valerie, who’s nanobot suit ran on ectoplasm that she could never be separated from without her death.
For Lancer, and Trent, and Remi, and Testlauf, and Ishiyama, who all just knew too much.
For every citizen of his home, his lair. Because the G.I.W. would wipe them all out.
Because he was King.
It does not matter how a king cries nor mourns nor wishes things could be different. Because a king sees his people free before he grasps his own. Because a king knows his people safe before he dares relax. Because a king does not belong to himself but to the people he rules. Because they are the kings children dear and he must see them well. Because it is his duty to do what they can not and pay every price. Because a king can never fall unjustly. Because he is their hopes and dreams.
And though he cries and begs and weeps, his blade hand must stay steady and his sword must strike swift without mercy. Even if he wants to run, every friend and family dear he must be willing to sacrifice if the need arises. Even if that leaves him alone and in pain.
Because that is the cost of the crown.
And now Danny has to pay his dues.
Has to see himself a conqueror to the human world he once protected with everything in him.
He doesn’t want this but this is what the world has given him and he must walk with it.
Into a future that may be filled with hurt and pain. That’ll make him hate every breath he takes or the things he’s seen. Or maybe something beautiful will grow from the ashes. One can only hope.
He sighs and stands. What must be, must be. Running a messy hand through his hair and shaking a spray can. He may as well tag the place where he found things changed before he goes.
Goes to wait on the road.
Wait for the men in white suits to make their arrival.
Wait for the end result of the pain the mortal government chose to wrought.
Wait for Danny Fenton’s ending.
The spray cans psssshh is oddly loud. It hurts his ears.
The FrightKnight meets him outside the alleyway. He nods and Danny nods back. It is done. His army awaits him.
He wishes it didn’t.
He knows the humans have armies of their own. Awaiting retaliation or strike back perhaps. But those armies won’t see war. They won’t do battle or struggle to win. This won’t be two forces meeting to oppose each other. No. It will be more akin to an exterminator coming in with his toxic fumes and spraying down annihilation.
The Dread Army stood four billion strong.
That wasn’t a force humanity could face.
And the Dread were truly non-sentient. Casualties on their side was not of issue or concern. And should humanity somehow persevere and fight back. Then there would be so many more ghostly armies ready and waiting for his regretful and pain-filled command.
He senses the pulse from the Observants, sent out through the Infinite Realm’s ectoplasm and across the threshold of life and death.
They approve. And inside, he weeps.
He traces his fingers on the bricks, walls, and trash cans. Everyone is tucked inside. They know what’s coming as much as he does, just not what comes after. They see this as their end. Danny does too, but for different reasons.
He knows Sam, Tucker, Valerie, and Jazz are all hovering over the extractions waiting for his signal. Waiting to pull his lair into the Infinite Realm. Waiting to save them and leave him behind.
Amity will always be home. But it just won’t be the same. Not for him. He won’t be able to just be another citizen in their eyes or to them anymore. And his friends, they’ll have to look at him knowing that he’s was ultimately directly responsible for the demise of at least thirty percent of humanity.
And he’ll have to get used to that being reflected back at him in the mirror. And refusing to look at all was a weakness he couldn’t allow himself to have.
Stopping at the fountain, its waters reflecting gears and cogs and swaying necks of clocks. As it always had since everything began. As if the water was counting down to the end itself. Only Danny knew that was more fact than fiction.
Water flows like time after all. And no matter what it must continue on. For the sake of life. For the sake of growth. For the sake of time itself continuing on. For the sake of everything.
Danny sits on the edge and it is not his own reflection that greets him, a small mercy, but ClockWork’s.
They look old and tired and worn. Aged by the faults of humanity's actions and inactions. Aged by the weathering storm that is change and its cruelties. But above all else, aged by what they know must be and what they must ask of him.
All is as it should be.
And isn’t that an awful thing.
Danny can only look to the sky tinted faintly green and nod, carrying on his way. Changing everything with every step he takes. Aching more with each breath he takes. And becoming more king than hero with every inch the city limit grows closer.
A hero can fall and rise a king.
But is still a fall all the same.
Because a king does not do what is right. He does not do what is good. What is just. What is kind. He does what he must. Decides what is best.
Humanity decided what was best and lost the bet. They gambled against death.
But death...
Death always wins in the end.
It’s the house we all must rest on. It is the debt collector at the end of every tax season. It is our last breath or a snap of the neck at the end of the noose of our own creation. It is the bullet in the gun that we forged ourselves. It is the black screen left after the credits roll, only ghosts going home.
It was always going to be this way.
What will his ‘parents’ do. Will they die. Will they live. Will they force their way back to the mortal world and seek to strike him down. Will the town or ghosts see them hanged as an example. Will they accept reality and learn. He doesn’t know. In a way he doesn’t want to.
Regardless the town’s edge approaches and he finds himself standing on the precipice of everything he has ever known, everyone he has ever loved, every place that has ever housed him.
And now he steps forward to leave it behind. Says goodbye with resounding footsteps. Mourns the loss as the G.I.W.’s armoured vehicles and containment trucks drive toward him.
Toward death.
He wished they’d stop. Turn back. Change their minds. But knows they won’t.
Ignorance would be bliss.
The most decorated vehicle stops barely feet from him. The officer inside hoping out with a smirk that Danny hates down to the bottom of his guts.
“Well how nice for the worst of them to come greet us. What. Here to turn yourself in for your disgusting crimes against humanity“.
Danny honestly doesn’t care about their words. Not how they’re said nor what is said nor who says them.
It’s meaningless.
Danny shakes his head disappointedly, “I tried. I really tried. So sorry about this. But you leave me no choice”.
The man squints at him. Not that it matters.
Danny looks up at the sky, if he didn’t know better he’d say the clouds were swirling all centred around him and waiting for him to do as he must. As the crown commands. Sighing, “I don’t know why humans must make things so hard for themselves”, and lets his human form melt away without any flashy light show. Green energy pulsing out of his feet and shooting skyward like flaming arrows lighting up the funerary ship seeing a fallen warrior off.
The reaction is immediate. They open fire on him, pausing only when every single high anti-ecto round merely bounces of his green shield; the town behind him shimmering green before vanishing like wet oil wiped off canvas.
Danny shakes his head, “that isn’t how this is going to be. Sorry”, and takes one single step forward. Voice bellowing and sturdy though he feels like shaking apart into sand, “the American government, on behalf of the entirety of the human race, has designated that the ghost species is no longer allowed amongst them or on earth. As such, they, alongside the rest of humanity, have broken the True Kept Equivalent Co-Existence Fault Line Seal of the Exterial law of the Realms. Your options are as follows: revoke your illegal actions and halt your approach or continue on as you are knowing that your actions are an act of war and punishable by the immediate annihilation of thirty percent of humanity followed by the forced subjugation of your entire species. Furthermore, any actions of violence or harm taken against Amity Park, her citizens, or Daniel James Janus Fenton Phantom, will count as an act of treason and war against the High Ghost Sovereign, king of the entirety of the Infinite Realm; and is punishable by immediate death and I do mean your death”.
He stands there and stares. Waits for a response. The men take their time, but eventually...
One of them fires.
“There’s your ‘answer’, you lying ectoplasmic scum”.
Danny bats away the weapon, not even bothering with a shield. They would need nukes if they wanted to so much as scratch him.
He had all the Infinite Realm’s ectoplasm at his fingertips after all. And it sings to be used. To defend its lands and king. To strike down those who must be, for the prosperity and safety of its people.
And Danny gives it that.
He must after all. It is his place.
With merely a flick of his fingers the Dread Army make their debut. Some are here, some are elsewhere. But where ever they may be they bring down destruction and chaos and punishment.
You may think Danny wrong for placing all this on one man’s response, but in truth he, as Phantom, had informed every government of this reality already.
The decision was already made. The choice already set in stone.
He just thought that maybe...
Maybe.
These men before him would have some heart. Some soul. Some sense. Some compassion.
And choose to say no. And refuse to follow orders.
He would rather team up with humanity to stage a coup d’état against their respective governments than what has to transpire now.
The FrightKnight appears and gores the man who dared to fire at Phantom knowing the consequences of doing so. Danny forces himself to watch the man fall, knowing his orders and words and actions were as much the sword that killed him as the one his High Dread Knight wields.
The FrightKnight turns back to him and he knows there is sorrow in his helmeted eyes, for he knows his Knight knows he is not a hardened man nor a man at all.
Just a child with too much weight. Too much hope. Too much asked of him. Too much power at his fingertips. And too much of both life and death.
“Go”.
Danny does as he’s told, as he’s asked. Thankful to have even an ounce of personal responsibility lifted off his shoulders.
Humanity was never going down a good path. Never doing the right thing.
Damning the water they drank with oil and plastics.
Damning the air they breathed with tar and fumes.
Damning the earth that fed them with pavement and poisons.
Damning their fellow neighbouring mortal species with overhunting and stolen lands.
It was only a matter of time before they damned themselves with their ego and actions.
Nothing can survive if it burns every bridge around it.
Especially if the bridge it sets its sights on to burn is the bridge with death.
For only nothing lies where death can not be.
End.
Prompt: After a fierce legal battle to end experimentation on ectoplasmic entities, it's determined that, no, ghosts can't have any rights in the human world and possessing ghostly artifacts, materials, or organisms is illegal. With the GIW enforcing the new laws, starting with Amity Park, how will Danny avoid scrutiny?
#Danny Phantom#phandom#phic phight#phic phight 21#phic phight 2021#danny#angst#hurt no comfort#war#giw fucking things up#humanity fucking things up#ghost king danny#drastic action#amity's danny's lair#fan fic#phan phic#my writing#have a fic suck my dick#phantomphangphucker#little more mature one here#murder#gothmoth#thetribalmoth
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Dash and Kwan know
I was rewatching Shades of Gray for reference to the UFS fic i plan on doing for Flor and in the first five minutes Danny ghosts in front of them and I just aiwuwbdiwjbd gods now there’s a plot unfolding in my mind about them just very suddenly Not Bullying Danny, Tuck and Sam anymore and i just augh
DANNY KEEP YOUR DAMN SECRET SECRET
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Danny’s Terrible, Haunting Visage, Mouth Unmoving
Hi, Danny Phantom phandom. I Made This For You. I stayed up until five a.m. writing it so I hope you’re happy.
Happy Dannypocalypse :) @horrendoushag
Word count: 2190
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There was a Face glowing in the darkness. It was glowing because it was on a computer screen, but that didn’t make it any less terrible and haunting.
Sam Manson grinned maniacally as she stared into the Face’s blank eyes, then looked away because they were a bit too blank. That didn’t mean she was backing out on her plan, though. She was no coward.
The printer loudly chugged out sheet upon sheet of paper, but the size of Sam’s house meant her parents would never hear. They would never know how much work she put into this, how many bribes she had to make, the blood she had to spill—and that was fine, because she didn’t want them to.
In the dark of night and the light of the wicked Face on the computer monitor, Sam snapped her scissors and set to work.
~
Morning dawned bright and early. Too bright and too early, in the opinions of some.
This “some” included one Danny Fenton, who had spent more than half the night dead and fighting other dead people who didn’t appreciate his puns. He got to bed at four a.m. and was running on two hours of sleep at most, so you could pardon him if he didn’t at first notice something amiss when he got to school.
Another reason he didn’t notice anything amiss was that his head was stuck in his locker to avoid the too-bright fluorescent lights some maniac had installed in the ceiling, and he had his eyes closed.
“Hey,” a voice said on the other side of his locker door.
Danny grunted. The voice was familiar, but he was too tired to figure out who it was right now.
“You okay, Danny?” the voice asked. It was too loud in the same way the lights were too bright, and the same could be said for the rest of the hallway. That’s another reason Danny had his head in his locker; things were quieter there.
Danny grunted again.
“Yeah, I know, you were up all night fighting ghosts. But you need to get up, man, first period is starting soon.”
Danny almost considered climbing into his locker and going to sleep then and there, but then he remembered that Mr. Lancer was the teacher in first period, so instead he groaned and pulled his head out.
He turned and was greeted by a hallucination.
At least, that’s what he assumed it was. A combination of the lack of sleep, the brightness of the light, and a hard knock on the head he got from Skulker last night.
Because everyone in the hallway was wearing his face.
Beyond his locker door, where the voice he now recognized as Tucker’s had been coming from, his own blank eyes stared back at him—or rather, at his soul. Danny blinked a few times in the hopes that the face would resolve itself into Tucker’s, but no—it stayed the same. Tucker’s body, Tucker’s beret, wearing Danny’s own terrible, haunting visage.
“Finally!” Danny’s terrible, haunting visage said, mouth unmoving, using Tucker’s voice. “Come on, we need to get to Mr. Lancer’s class!” One of the figure’s hands, Tucker’s hand, reached out and grabbed Danny’s arm. Tucker’s body started dragging Danny in the direction of the classroom.
“Wait—wait,” Danny said, clumsily forcing them to a stop. “What’s going on? What—why is everyone wearing my face?”
Tucker—it was Tucker, right?—turned to Danny and cocked his head. “Your face? What do you mean?”
Danny stared at him, face a blank reflection of the other’s, as his half-dead and half-asleep brain tried to come up with an adequate way of articulating what was going on. He looked to the side, saw several of the same face conversing with one another, and looked back. “Just… this?”
“This?” Tucker repeated. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Danny, but we need to get to class. Come on, we’re meeting Sam there.”
This time, Danny allowed himself to be dragged to Mr. Lancer’s classroom. All around him, everyone had the same Face. His Face. They were acting perfectly normal otherwise—he even saw Dash yeeting a football at Kwan, though it took him a few moments to recognize them. The only one who seemed to realize there was anything strange about this was Danny.
They reached the classroom and took their seats inside. Danny looked hopefully to where Sam was sitting, but she, too, was wearing The Face.
“Hey Danny,” she said, and was it just the hallucination or did she sound incredibly pleased with herself? “Sleep well?”
“No,” Danny said. “Do you have any idea what’s going on around here?”
“What?” Okay, no, yeah, she sounded really smug. “What are you talking about?
“The Face.” Danny made sure the capital letters were audible. “Why is everyone wearing my face?”
“Um, that’s what everyone looks like, Danny.” The expressionless eyes where Sam’s should have been gave an impression of being rolled, despite not moving at all. “Remember? After that whole thing with the Reality Gauntlet, everyone got stuck like this. And since you kind of destroyed the Reality Gauntlet, well…” She shrugged. “No going back.”
And no, yeah, Danny was pretty sure he would remember if that happened. This was just… a prank. A really wild prank, because he couldn’t imagine why the A-listers would also be in on it, or in fact everyone he’d seen at school today. But it had to be a prank, nonetheless. He wouldn’t believe otherwise unless he saw Lancer with The Face.
And speak of the maybe literal devil, Mr. Lancer chose that exact moment to walk into the room.
“All right, everyone,” said Danny’s terrible, haunting visage, mouth unmoving, using Lancer’s voice. Which sounded exceptionally annoyed today. “Get out your books. And congratulations, Mr. Fenton”—it was said with such venom that Danny would be cringing if he weren’t in shock—“for being on time for once.”
Danny thought he heard a giggle somewhere, but he was too busy staring at Lancer’s—his Face on Lancer’s body.
Vlad, then. He wouldn’t believe this wasn’t a prank unless he saw Vlad wearing The Face.
~
Principal Ishiyama had called an assembly.
Danny dragged his feet among a crowd of other Danny-Faced people, careful to avoid looking anyone in his eye. They all chattered away curiously, mouths unmoving, wondering why their classes in third period had been cancelled. Many were rejoicing the new absence of math or English or whatever from their schedule today, but Danny couldn’t bring himself to care. In fact, he had a bad feeling about this assembly.
As soon as everyone had taken their seats, Principal Ishiyama, whose normal face had also somehow been replaced by The Face, spoke into her microphone.
“Hello, students!” said Danny’s terrible, haunting visage, mouth unmoving, using Principal Ishiyama’s voice. “Today we have a special guest, who’s volunteered to talk to you all about—”
There was a physically painful moment of interference in the speakers; everyone plugged their ears. Principal Ishiyama didn’t seem to notice, for some reason.
“—so let me introduce our city’s mayor, Vlad Masters!”
Everyone clapped politely, except Danny, but including Sam and Tucker, bizarrely enough. Danny could only stare in abject horror as Vlad Masters, wearing Danny’s terrible, haunting visage, walked calmly onto the stage.
“Yes, yes,” said Danny’s terrible, haunting visage, mouth unmoving, using Vlad’s annoying voice. “Thank you, Principal Ishiyama. And hello, Casper High students! It is such an honor to be here today, teaching you all about—”
The speakers had another physically painful moment of interference that caused everyone to plug their ears, but neither Vlad nor once again Principal Ishiyama seemed to notice.
“—such promising young men and women as yourselves. In light of recent political challenges, I have truly realized the importance of educating our country’s youth in order to build a better future—”
Danny had seen and heard enough. Mostly seen. With a look to his friends on either side of him, he quietly slipped to the ground, waved goodbye, and phased through the floorboards.
He emerged on the other side as the dead version of himself. No one was around to see, since this was the basement, but better safe than sorry.
He floated around for a few minutes, glanced at a few warped versions of his reflection he managed to find in various metal things, then pulled out his phone in an attempt to distract himself.
Then he remembered that Skulker broke his phone last night. He remembered because the screen was now a bunch of shattered glass, and if you looked closely the entire phone had been snapped in half.
So instead he stared listlessly at the ceiling; imagined the new phone he would get; imagined punching Skulker in the face (did it look like his now, underneath the suit?) for breaking his phone; imagined all the new comebacks he could make while punching Skulker in the face for breaking his phone; thought about the hundreds of students and teachers above him who were walking around with his Face.
It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.
Right?
~
After what he deemed to be a safe amount of time, Danny reemerged from the basement as a real live boy. He joined the stream of students heading for the cafeteria, since it was lunchtime now, and once there looked around for his friends.
Which is when he noticed people peeling their Faces off.
He jumped a few feet in the air—literally; he hoped no one saw—blinked, shook his head, looked again.
One by one, people’s faces were emerging. Like a skin of paper, the Face came away from their heads and was discarded in the nearest trash bin, or crumpled up and stuffed in pockets, or left to languish on the floor by a foolish few. The faces underneath The Face had expressions—real expressions, he hadn’t realized how much he missed seeing them. A lot of them looked relieved, or they were laughing, or annoyed. Real faces.
Thinking about this made him want to see Sam and Tucker’s faces, so he looked around for them again and saw them, sitting at a table together, grinning. He himself was too confused to grin, so instead he made his way over to the table without doing that.
“Hey,” he said, and they pointed their grins at him. What wonderful grins they were. “What’s going on? It… was a prank, right?”
“Oh, yeah,” said Tucker, grin becoming pointier. “It’s the Dannypocalypse.”
“The what.” Danny’s voice was as flat as the expression on The Face, mainly because he just didn’t have the energy for this right now. He took a seat next to Tucker and reached over to steal one of Sam’s fries.
“The Dannypocalypse,” Sam repeated, grin also becoming pointier. “In honor of Danny Phantom, we all wore paper masks of his face. Something weird happened with the printer, so his eyes came out blue instead of green.”
“Oh.” Danny looked into Sam’s maniacal face and felt his alive half become slightly more dead. “You… this was you, wasn’t it.”
Sam’s grin reached full pointiness.
Danny stayed silent for a few seconds, before an almost hysterical giggle wormed its way out of his mouth. “You know April Fools was two days ago, right?”
“I underestimated how much time it would take to make the masks. That’s fine, though, no one expects pranks in the days after April Fools. That just made it better.”
Danny had so many questions. Too many questions. But the most pressing, of course—“How did you get everyone in on this? I know lots of people would be willing to wear Danny Phantom’s face, but Lancer?”
Sam shrugged. “Money.”
“And what about Vlad? He doesn’t need bribes.” Danny tried to steal another of Sam’s fries, but she slapped his hand away.
“Get your own. And I won’t go into details on this one, but let’s just say blood was spilled. And it wasn’t mine.”
“…Right.” Danny considered going in for another fry, but maybe it wasn’t worth it. “And you didn’t worry that, uh…” He checked around to make sure no one was listening and lowered his voice. “You didn’t worry that someone might notice I have the same face as Phantom?”
Sam shrugged again. “Oh, come on, Danny. Everyone knows Wes Weston is Danny Phantom.”
Danny stared at her, completely blank for a few seconds, before he gave in and burst out laughing. “This… okay. This is hilarious.”
“You bet it is.” Sam slapped a hand on the table, and with it, a paper mask displaying Danny’s terrible, haunting visage. “I’m going to hang this on my wall. What do you think? Should it have a fancy golden frame?”
“Absolutely.”
As more faces peeled off around them, Danny and his friends laughed. Somewhere, Vlad was planning his revenge; somewhere, Wes Weston was tearing his hair out and probably also planning revenge; but for now, all was well in the world.
(“By the way, how could anyone see? I didn’t see eyeholes on the masks?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions, Danny.”)
#dannypocalypse#dannypocalypse 2021#danny phantom#sam manson#tucker foley#tucker got less lines in this than I would like :(#but oh well#please accept my humble offering to this event#even if you can only see The Face in your imagination#post of fandom
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Yes, they would do a very cute funkos :) :) Sucks that you can't have your adobe programs anymore, good luck getting more use to the new one. I'll keep following you anyway, and keep enjoying your chibis. good job with those so far and sad that nobody else had give you feedback, because your art is amazing :) :) (you deserve more if you ask me). PD. yes, I'm the same anon, just couldn't reply before.
Hi Anon,
Yeah as nice as adobe products and other proprietary software are, I think I'm getting a stronger feel for Krita. I really like making these chibis. I haven't had a really active presence on Tumblr till recently. So lack of exposure isn't all that surprising. But this is a passion project so I'll be seeing this through. Based on the list I'm a little under halfway done!
The list is as follows:
Alicia Not Done
Amorpho Done
Angela Foley Not Done
Bertrand Not Done
Box Ghost Not Done
Box lunch Not Done
Bullet Not Done
Clockwork Not Done
Cujo Done
Dairy King Done
Dani Fenton/ Phantom Done
Danny Fenton/ Phantom Done
Dan Phantom Not Done
Dash Baxter maybe with pookie Not Done
Desiree Not Done
Elliot Done
Ember McLain Done
Freakshow Done
Fright Knight Done
Frostbite Done
Ghost Writer Done
Ida Manson Not Done
Irving "Third Degree" Burns Not Done
Jack Fenton Not Done
Jeremy Manson Not Done
Jazz Fenton Done
Johnny 13 Done
Kitty Done
Klemper Done
Kwan Not Done
Lance Thunder Done
Lunch Lady Not Done
Lydia Done
Maddie Fenton Not Done
Maurice Foley Not Done
Mikey Done
Mr. Falluca Done
Mr. Lancer Not Done
Mr. Tetslaff Not Done
Nathan/ Lester Done
Nicolai Technus Not Done
Nocturn Done
Operative O & K Not Done
Pamela Manson Not Done
Pandora Done
Pariah Dark Done
Paulina Not Done
Penelope Spectra Done
Prince Aragon Not Done
Princess Dorathea Not Done
Principal Ishiyama Not Done
Sam Manson Not Done
Sidney Poindexter Done
Skulker Done
Spike Not Done
Star Not Done
Tiffanie Snow Not Done
Tucker Foley Done
Undergrowth Not Done
Valerie Gray/ Red Not Done
Vlad Masters/ Plasmius Not Done
Vortex Not Done
Vultures Not Done
Walker Not Done
Wes Weston Not Done
Wulf Not Done
Youngblood & Bones Done
I still feel like the list is incomplete...
I can't wait to work on more...
if you'd like a chibi done sooner please request.
~SkarlettSkwrl
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