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bleedingectoplasm · 1 year

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Glowstick Danny

It's been a few days since Danny's accident, and, for the most part, he feels fine. Sure, yeah, he can see how to some other person the accident may have been horrifying or disturbing or something, but for Danny it seemed like just another day in the life of a kid with ghost obsessed parents.

The ghost powers are a little bit weird, but honestly, having superpowers has been pretty fun. Sam and Tucker have been coming over for sleepovers every night since the accident to mess around with his new abilities, throwing wads of paper through Danny's intangible chest and drawing on invisible skin with pen.

It's during one such sleepover that Danny, Sam, and Tucker are hunched over playing Doomed, having gotten tired of watching Danny walk upside-down on the ceiling while tossing a ball back and forth with Tucker. It's approaching one in the morning, and Danny has been sitting in the same position for far too long. His back is starting to ache and he feels like his bones are fusing together, so he reaches his arms above his head with a yawn and leans backwards as far as his chair will allow.

As he stretches, his spine lets out a series of small pops. Danny lets out a sigh of satisfaction as the tension in his body eases slightly.

"Dude, that was a nice one," Tucker remarks, leaning backwards to stretch his back as well.

Sam screws up her face in disgust. "Guys, you know I hate the sound of cracking joints, knock it off."

Danny throws her a shit-eating grin, and without breaking eye contact, he quickly presses down on the fingers of his left hand with the heel of his right, releasing a satisfying snapping sound from each of his knuckles. He braces himself for a punch to the shoulder from Sam, but it never comes. Instead of the trademark gross out expression he was expecting to see on Sam's face, her eyes are widened in wonderment.

"Dude," she whispers, "do that again."

"Uh, what?"

Tucker nudges Danny in the side. "Crack your knuckles again."

"Um...okay?" Slowly, cautiously, Danny moves to pop the joints on his right hand. This time, instead of smugly staring at Sam's face, he looks at his own hands. With the slightest amount of pressure, his knuckles release a small sound. This sound is accompanied by a faint green glow surrounding the knuckle, emanating around the joint before slowly fading, like a light shining through his skin. It seems his body has learned bioluminescence, but only in small doses.

"Woah," Danny murmurs.

"Do it again!" Sam encourages him.

He is more than happy to oblige. He walks over to the floor length mirror in his room, Sam and Tucker at his heels. He places his hand along his jaw and twists his neck. Once again, his joints crack, and each vertebrae in his neck is outlined in an unearthly green light.

"Dude!" Tucker exclaims. "That is so sick!"

"How does that work?" Sam muses. "I mean, I guess that cracking joints is bubbles popping in the fluid that lubricates your joints, and we know that your blood is some sort of weird ectoplasm blood hybrid now. Maybe all of your bodily fluid has a little bit of ectoplasm in it? And the light is from bubbles popping in the ectoplasm?"

Sam turns to look at her best friends, only to see that they are both staring intensely at Danny's hands. Danny is flexing his fingers with a sort of reverence.

"Tuck," Danny says as he locks eyes with his friend, "are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Absolutely," Tucker says with a nod.

In unison, they both shout at the top of their lungs: "HUMAN GLOWSTICK!"

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #everlasting trio #ficlet #ecto writes #this has been bouncing around in my brain so here take it i am shoving it at you #this has no beta i just needed to release the brainworm into the world so i can do other things <3 <3 <3 #....glowstick danny.....

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haloburns · 3 months

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coffee shop au for WIP Wednesday!

The bell above the door jangled merrily as it swung open. An unseasonably freezing chill swept in with the newest patron, and Danny shivered. His scowl deepened when it didn’t abate, instead sweeping deeper into the cafe. It came to a stop behind him. A familiar tingle zipped up his spine as the chill draped itself along his back, and the scowl on his face twisted into a snarl. Barely moving so his friends behind the counter wouldn’t reprimand him, Danny slipped an ectoblaster from his backpack next to him. Then he slid it under his arm and into the ribs of the ghost now behind him. “Get off me,” he said in a low voice, not moving to prevent drawing attention to himself. Phantom grinned and dipped his head to purr in Danny’s ear, “It’s good to see you, too, Danny. Will you always greet me with weapons?” “I will if you don’t get off me.” This close, Danny felt the elation ripple through Phantom’s aura. His chest burned with anger—and it was totally just anger, he tried to tell himself—and jerked the stool around so he could face the ghost that had become a permanent thorn in his side. Wrong move. Phantom didn’t float out of Danny’s personal space like he usually did, his face now a scant few inches from Danny’s. The gun was the only thing separating them. Danny dug it into Phantom’s ribs in an attempt to force him back, but the ghost refused to let himself be moved. His grin grew, and a light sparked in his eyes. Danny’s breath hitched. Memories of their chase—and how it had ended—flared to life. He had the sudden urge to punch the stupid ghost in front of him in the face. He wanted to fight, to shove down the fluttering in his stomach and fall back on what he knew. He knew exactly which of Phantom’s buttons he could push to get a reaction out of him. He could do it. It would be so easy. Danny opened his mouth to start the fight, but the words that tumbled out weren’t the ones he intended. “Where have you been, Phantom?”

Phantom's back!

had a really hard time paring this one back alskjdflskdjf ended up editing almost 1k to share before deciding to cut it at 370 instead. i have almost 5k of this fic written and it's not done yet......

#ecto writes #ecto fics #perky beans au #pitch pearl coffee shop au #pitch pearl

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ectoplasmicsoda · 6 months

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/46937905/chapters/129667024

Leftover coals chaoter 3 <3

#pompous pep #ecto writes

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ectoblastfromthepast · 5 days

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“Isn’t there something you wanna tell us?” Maddie asked, her eyes soft, her hand held out in invitation. Danny’s breath hitched a little and he looked over to Jazz for confirmation. She nods a little, holding a hopeful little smile. “It’s okay, Danny, they know,” she whispered. She squeezed his hand, and behind him, Sam and Tucker squeezed his shoulder. Danny’s breath hitched as he looked between his family and the crowd that had gathered. ------ Now the whole family is in on the secret, but there's no time to dwell. Life must go on, or something. Part one in the the world is having more fun than me (tonight) and can't have shit in amity park, not even a slightly normal halfterlife series. “So…”

“So,” his mom replied. No one else offered up a new starter, so the silence just hung awkwardly in the lab as Danny debated the best way to do this, as the ghost boy or the Fentons’ son. He would feel better doing this as Phantom, as if his half-ghost self still provided some kind of protection from his parents’ and their impending wrath. Fenton was just so vulnerable… Just as Danny had made his decision, his mom spoke up again.

“How long has this been going on?” Maddie asked in that soft, concerned-mom voice she did so well. It made Danny’s heart squeeze a little bit. He hadn’t thought about what was going through his mom’s head while he made his way across the Ghost Zone.

“Uhh…” Thrown off by the question, Danny counted back quickly in his head. “Since like July before freshman year?” He flashed a quick, nervous grin as he thought back. It had been a last-minute-before-school-started-back dare from Sam. He had started his freshman year as Danny Phantom.

“Two years?!” Danny could see the restraint it took his mom to not screech at the time at the top of her lungs. His dad was just watching all of this like a ping-pong match, head bouncing between the two of them so he didn’t miss a moment. He would get to voice all of his questions later, but Maddie might explode if she didn’t get this out.

“Give or take,” he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. It was almost the end of his sophomore year, so it was quickly approaching three years. He swallowed the urge to correct her. It wouldn’t help.

“So that was you all those times, fighting those ghosts?” At first, she sounded angry. The thought of her baby boy fighting those ghosts made her freeze up in terror. He was too young, only a child!

But then it dawned on her… “That was you all those times?” she whispered in horror as it dawned on her that she and Jack had tried to hunt and dissect the ghost boy for just as long. Her son. “Oh Danny,” she said as she yanked her ghost son in for a hug. All of this transpired in the space of a minute, leaving Danny with a sense of whiplash as he was jerked into the ferocious mom hug.

Continue on AO3.

#danny phantom #ecto fics #ecto writes #the world is having more fun than me (tonight) au

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 9 months

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Jason’s massage therapist deserves a fucking pay raise.

He has no idea how the fuck the dude gives back massages that quiet the goddam pit but you bet your ass Jason is recommending Danny to anyone who looks like they need a massage.

#dp x dc #writing prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #jason todd #sometimes shit goes weird in the body due to fighting crime #how did Danny get such a job?#why the nice lady who owns the place gave him a place to rest when he first came to Gotham and he never left #Danny: this dude feels a bit death-y #Danny pushing a bit of his ecto outward: this should help him relax

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glow-in-the-dark-death · 2 months

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Smile For The Camera

Tim was excited to try out his new camera, it was a rather old model that he found in a pawn shop, some parts looked like they were just barely functioning when he bought it but with some repairs he managed to do it would hold on, hopefully.

He went around the manor snapping a few quick photos to test out the settings, seeing that they came out a bit discolored and slightly blurry at the edges but otherwise worked quite well for its age.

He looked down at the camera to see how a picture of one of the family photos that was hanging on the wall came out, and then quickly looked down at the camera again,

There in what would be a normal if a bit blurry photo of the family stood a stranger.

The stranger looked back at him with a bright dimpled grin, he would fit right in,there in the photo with his black hair and blue eyes.

His eyes almost looked like they were gazing back at him, they held amusement, almost like he had just shared an inside joke.

Tim looked up at the photo and then back at the camera.

The boy appeared only on his camera, there was no sight of him on the photo on the wall.

He took another photo,

Then another.

That same boy appeared in the other photos that were hanging on the wall.

Tim took a step back.

There in the camera showed the boy smiling down at Bruce.

Bruce who was an infant being held in between Martha and Thomas Wayne.

The being boy looking the same age, not seeming to have aged a day between the photo with Bruce as a baby and the most recent family photo.

Danny Ghost Price of the GZ doing side quests through time for ClockWork getting emotionally attached to the Wayne family: " Let me just join in on the family photos it's not like I'll actually appear on them with these normal non ecto contaminated cameras."

Tim finding the only ecto contaminated piece of technology outside of Amity Park: " Why does it glow in the dark?"

Just an Idea

#ecto camera #time traveling #danny phantom #ghost prince danny #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #batman #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #story prompt #writing prompt #prompt #prompts #tim drake #red robin

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starry-songs-canvas · 5 months

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Red Robin and the Undead Earpiece.

Back again with another prompt! Although, I might start branching out to a couple of different fandoms in the future, idk.

Tim, when he was going on his Lazarus pit destruction crusade, accidentally drops his comm link in said pit. He was able to fish it out, and aside from the slight glowing, still works fine. Yay for durability!

Things are normal, and apparently Lazarus water encrypts his comm, who knew. But then he starts hearing teenagers voices over it, going on about ghosts, avoiding the government, and even their parents hunting them down.

Unfortunately, the Lazarus waters encryption work both ways, so Tim is having difficulty pinning down where the signal is coming from. At least he can give a few friendly tips to these young heroes.

Tl:dr, Tim drops his earpiece into Lazarus waters and can now hear everything team phantom is saying over the radio.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp prompt #dcxdp #dp x dc au #dp x dc writing prompt #dc x dp au #Tim Drake discovers ecto-technology #Can Tim hear dead people on his comm link now?#Like on a regular basis?#Can he now get ghost tips from victims???

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luxaofhesperides · 3 months

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Can I please have meet cute/weird with mistaken villain! Danny (but really just a engineer and or chem student) and the one being put on investigation cause Danny is a day villain(not really)! Duke

Technically, Danny Fenton is innocent. Technically.

Duke wants to give him the benefit of the doubt, especially since he’s having so much trouble finding solid evidence that Danny is stealing from a wide variety of people, but he’s been burned before by trying to see people as better than they were. It doesn’t change the fact that Oracle’s cameras keep spotting Danny right before a building on the street is broken into and something stolen. He’s always just walking down the sidewalk; no one has spotted him entering or exiting a building, but he’s around far too often to be unconnected to these burglaries.

It doesn’t help that strange, petty crimes have been on the rise since Danny first arrived in Gotham.

So.

Danny Fenton is technically innocent.

Duke is trying to prove that he’s not.

Maybe I’m looking too closely, he thinks, going over Danny’s sparse file in the Hatch. Maybe Danny’s only one person in a bigger operation.

He could just be the lookout, the runner, the information gatherer who marks which buildings to hit. He may even be the scapegoat, the sacrificial lamb; Danny has no support in Gotham, no family, no job. There would be no one to help him if he got arrested or injured in a fight. He’s a freshman college student from Illinois who should be unprepared for life in Gotham but is somehow managing to survive like a native.

There’s a lot about Danny that doesn’t add up.

Duke has seen plenty of different people since he first went out as the Signal. He’s tried to be kind and give people the benefit of the doubt, but it leads to his loved ones being put in danger. Some people are truly evil, some working on a malicious agenda, some are misguided in their beliefs, and some are desperate people who see no other way to move forward.

He’s not sure yet which on Danny is, but he’s hoping Danny is just desperate and needs a little help to get out of a life of crime.

Which leads to the next problem: Duke has no idea what Danny is steal, or why. He hits both rich and poor folks, civilians and members of the mob, and once, notably, stole something right out of Cobblepot’s office. Allegedly, at least, since no one saw him enter or exit the office, not even the security cameras.

But added to the whispers going around about a new group in Gotham snatching people up from the streets, and some strange green substances found in warehouses often raided by police for the frequent drug labs that pop up in them…

It doesn’t look good for Danny. Especially when a few of the items he stole were found where people either vanished or where that green substance has been found.

A week of analysis in the Batcave and they still don’t know what it is.

Both Damian and Jason suspected Lazarus water, but the composition was completely different. By the look of the molecular structure, it shouldn’t have been in a liquid form at all.

All these findings lead back to one person who may have answers: Danny Fenton.

According to Tim, who’s already broken into Danny’s dorm room and checked over all the labs he has classes in, Danny has some concerning items in his possession. Various inventions and little metal knick-knacks put together by a practiced hand. He was also the one to find all the information that went into Danny’s file when it was first being made: social media posts, school report cards, news articles about his parents… everything.

And then he had an emergency mission to take with the Titans that swept him out of Gotham leaving Duke to tackle this investigation on his own.

He doesn’t have Tim’s natural skill in stalking and invading privacy. He hates breaking into people’s spaces and following them around, but needs must and he has to force himself to work through the discomfort.

It’s a good thing he did, too. Danny’s leaving his dorm after his last afternoon class, hood up to hide his face and something held in the front pocket of his hoodie. He ducks around people on the sidewalk easily, almost as if he’s gliding through the crowd instead of walking.

Duke follows from above, bending the light around him to hide him from sight.

He walks for some time, weaving through alleys and streets as if he’s been in Gotham his whole life, leaving behind the university campus to head towards Otisberg. There’s something strange about the way Danny walks, as if he’s moving around people who aren’t there, guided by something Duke can’t hear. Even using his meta abilities doesn’t do much beyond show him where Danny’s going to be in the next few seconds.

He continues to follow Danny on the rooftops, walking along the edge to keep him in sight.

Then Danny stops behind an apartment building and tilts his head back to look up at it. He tilts his head to the side, then nods and looks around the empty alley. Duke crouches down, keeping his eyes on Danny in the hopes of catching him in the act—

Danny disappears.

Duke curses under his breath and jumps down from the roof, putting more strength into his abilities as soon as his feet touch the ground.

The space where Danny was has a faint outline, oddly enough. He’s never seen that before. From it is a semi-transparent trail, smoke-like and a pale green leading into the building. It goes straight into a wall, as if Danny walked through it.

He can’t go in and search the entire apartment, but he can grapple up and take a look into the hallways to see where Danny’s heading. If he was looking up, then that’s where he should be heading.

It doesn’t take any effort to scale the building. There are ledges and windowsills and plenty of handholds for him to propel himself off of, and paired with his powers, Duke is able to find the correct floor in just under two minutes.

The green smoke slowly dances through the air of the ninth floor, on the east side of the building. If he’s been counting the rooms correctly, then the target of tonight’s burglary has to be apartment 924.

The curtains are drawn on the window he makes his way over to, and his abilities don’t show him anything helpful for the immediate future. He hates going in blind, especially to a civilian’s home, but capturing Danny takes priority. Duke picks the lock and slides the window up slowly, making sure it stays quiet, then slips into an empty bedroom.

He makes his way out into the hallway on silent feet, keeping a wary eye on the thin smoke strands of green, curling along the walls. The rest of the apartment is empty as well, pale sunlight slanting across the floor through the blinds.

Everything is still and silent. Danny’s nowhere to be found.

Did he miss Danny leaving, somehow? Was this a misdirect to get him out of the way while Danny stole from another location? Did he know Duke was following him?

But no, his ears pick up on the faint sound of clothes rustling.

Cautiously, Duke turns towards the front door, where the door to the coat closet is open. He focuses on what’s going to happen in the next twenty seconds and sees Danny panic, then disappear from sight again, but a transparent outline of his body is visible just enough to show him where he runs to. Best not to spook him; Duke pulls at the light around him and bends it to hide him from sight.

Then he moves along the wall, getting around the open door without bumping into anyone or anything.

A figure in front of the coats, shoving them to the side roughly, flickers in and out of view, almost like a reflection in water, distorted by ripples on the surface.

Danny pops back into visibility suddenly, scowling at the coats. “Are you sure it’s in here?” he asks the empty air.

There is no answer, but Danny acts like there is. He rolls his eyes and says, “It’s a favor. That I’m doing for you. I can literally stop right now and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” He shoves aside another heavy winter coat, then sighs. “Why don’t you look for it, and then tell me where it is.”

He steps back and bumps into Duke.

Danny whirls around, eyes wide, and blast of green light has Duke crashing back into the wall, trying to blink spots out of his eyes.

“Wait!” he yells, grabbing for Danny before he can run off. “I just wanna talk!”

“Standing right behind me like a serial killer does not make you look like someone who wants to talk!” Danny yells back, slipping through his hands like mist.

“I just have a few questions!”

“Well, I have a question: why?!”

“Will you hold still, we’re being too loud!”

Danny escapes to the other side of the apartment, next to a window looking fully prepared to fling himself out of it. But he does stop yelling, so Duke is counting it as a success.

“Why is the Signal coming after me?” Danny asks, glaring at him suspiciously.

“Dude,” Duke says, “You’ve been seen outside of every single building that’s had a burglary since you first arrived in Gotham. All the Bats are after you, they just sent me because I’m the only one active during the day.”

“All the Bats?” Danny repeats, losing what little color he had in his face.

He looks legitimately scared, pale enough to be concerning, and Duke drops his guard and tries to relax the tension in the apartment. “I’m not gonna turn you into the cops or anything. I just had questions and you seem like the most likely person to have answers. That’s it.”

Danny still looks wary, ready to run at a moment’s notice, but he doesn’t leave when Duke approached casually, leaning his weight against the couch.

“So,” he begins, “What’s the deal with all the thievery? It’s rarely something super rare or expensive.”

There’s a long few minutes where Danny doesn’t answer, looking anywhere but at Duke. Then he twitches a bit and glares off to the side, and says, “I taking items that are contaminated with ectoplasm to help ghosts move through the veil and leave Gotham.”

That tells him nothing! That just gives Duke more questions! But at least it’s an answer, the first one any of them have got.

“I think you’re gonna have to explain a little more.”

“Ghosts are real, alright?”

“Yes.”

Danny stops. Squints at him. “What do you mean, ‘yes’?”

“Ghosts are real,” Duke repeats, “There are a few who help heroes or are heroes themselves, but that’s more on the magic side of things so I’m not super familiar with it.”

“Magic,” Danny says slowly. “Sure, alright. Um. Yes, ghosts are real. And there are a ton in Gotham who need help moving on, but they’re too weak to get past the veil. Something about Gotham has made the veil super strong, so they need a little boost to get through. Additional ectoplasm bonded helps with that.”

“And that’s why you’re stealing random things?”

“The ghosts I help can kind of sense ectoplasm-infused things, but they need me to grab them since they can’t hold anything without a physical body.”

Duke nods slowly. “Okay, that’s starting to answer some things. We have found those objects in the last places missing people were seen. Any idea what’s going on with that?”

“Yeah, those people were already dead.”

The way Danny says the most concerning answers as if they’re nothing is really throwing Duke off his game. He was expecting to be calm and serious to keep Danny from freaking out too much and look like a legitimate hero. But as soon as Danny started talking, all his nerves fell away and Duke is left grasping for composure.

“They were…”

“They were ghosts, yeah. And they needed to get through the veil. But they were also able to possess their own bodies and didn’t realize they were dead until I had to break the news to them, which is why it looks like living people just up and disappeared.”

“Okay… What about the green stuff we’ve been finding?”

“Ectoplasm.” Danny holds up a hand and a neon green light surrounds it. Except it looks more solid than light, as if it can be touched, and it moves on its own like fire around Danny’s fingers. “It’s what ghosts are made of.”

Oh. If Danny has ectoplasm, does that mean…

“Are you dead?” Duke asks, heart dropping.

Instead of looking upset about the question, or even disturbed by it, Danny just shrugs and waves his hand back and forth. “A little.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Duke says, trying to resist the urge to rub his temples. It’s a habit he didn’t mean to pick up from Batman, and it would just look silly with his helmet in the way. “You’re just doing all this to help ghosts?”

“Yeah. Basically. They asked for help man, of course I was going to help them.”

Danny’s a good person. He’s just a good person to ghosts. But this is good news either way, and he can let the others know that Danny isn’t the next Catwoman and is entirely unconnected from any drug production. Everything that made him look like a criminal is just the fault of ghosts.

“Speaking of,” Danny continues, “Looks like they found what they need, so I’m going to grab that real quick.” He pushes off of the wall and heads for the closet again, moving past Duke without any fear. Duke follows, keeping a few feet of distance between them so Danny doesn’t feel trapped, and watches as he shoves aside the coats again and pulls a shoebox out of the depths of the closet. From it, he takes a single intricate lace headband and holds it up.

It looks normal, if a little old, but when Danny sends ectoplasm through it, the lace lights up and holds the glow.

He pulls some strange contraption out of his pocket and holds it up to the headband. It makes a few beeps, then Danny mutters, “7.4 millisieverts. That’s enough to get you through the veil.”

Another concern Duke can let go of: Danny’s not creating weapons like his parents have, he’s just measuring ectoplasm through his own inventions.

Maybe he could talk to Bruce or Tim about getting Danny an internship at the R&D lab in Wayne Enterprises? That way they could keep a closer eye on him while seeing what he can create in some of the best laboratories in the country.

Well, it might take having them meet Danny before they trust him enough for that, but Duke is sure he can make it happen.

“I better go see this through, then,” Danny says, shoving the contraption back into his hoodie pocket. He gives Duke a small awkward wave, then pops out of visibility. “I’ll see you around, I guess?” he disembodied voice hedges, and Duke smiles.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to find you again.”

“Cool. I gonna go now!”

He doesn’t see any sign that Danny’s left, but he gets a feeling that he’s alone now, the apartment suddenly emptier than it was before.

As strange and concerning as Danny and all his bizarre actions were, Duke is glad he was able to finally talk to him and get some answers. Knowing how Gotham pulls people him in, it’s only a matter of time before the other Bats are exposed to Danny’s kind of strange. He’s already looking forward to it.

For now, though, he has a file to update in the Hatch; POTENTIAL THREAT will be removed and replaced with GHOST HELPER.

If anyone goes snooping into his files and gets confused, then that’s their problem. Duke’s explained enough. And Danny can take care of the rest, once they go through the effort of tracking him down. Duke's done his part, he's ready for the rest of them to step up to his level.

He can’t wait to see what other kind of trouble Danny can get it into.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #could not do a meet cute/weird in this prompt so i made it a meet disaster lol #heres danny trying to focus on his education!! and then ghosts start popping up asking for help bc gotham wont let them leave #so danny has to make a few contraptions to be able to help them (mostly ecto tracking/measuring/containing) and it looks SOOO sus #the ghosts also have a weak ecto sense which is how they find him bc hes FULL of ecto #and that means hes robbing houses during the day/late evening bc the night is for homework and stress #duke is just... trying his best lol.#sorry if the last part of this is rushed or confusing i am slightly sick and can Not focus #anyways i hope u enjoy!!#thanks for the prompt!!

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bluerosefox · 1 year

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Wrong Number AU

"I SWEAR TUCKER IF I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE "I WANNA END YOUR DAD, MARRY YOUR MOM, AND TURN YOU INTO MY EVIL STEPSON/HEIR AND IF YOU DONT IM JUST GONNA TRY CLONING YOU ONCE MORE" FRUITLOOP AGAIN FOR A SECOND TIME THIS WEEK I AM GOING TO LET MY ROUGES END ME, DONT CARE WHO, JUST GONNA LET THEM FINISH WHAT THE PORTAL ACCIDENT STARTED"

-sent by Unknown Number

When Jason Todd woke up that morning to check his texts. He wasn't expecting this.

When Danny sent that rant text to what he thought was Tuckers number (his old phone got smashed in a recent ghost fight, Sam gave him a new one she wasn't using, and Tucker was out of town for a while so he couldn't help Danny transfer his data yet) he wasn't expecting a rather cyptic response

"Wrong number kid. But just for my own curiosity and concern, who is and where can I find this Fruitloop? I just wanna have a chat with him."

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bleedingectoplasm · 1 year

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Touching Memories

Here’s a fun little drabble for DP side hoes week day 3! The prompts were Clockwork and memories. TW for some light gore. I hope you enjoy!

The ghost child is knocking at his door. Or has knocked. Or will knock.

In one of the timeline’s infinite iterations, the ghost child is knocking at Clockwork’s door. And the version of Clockwork living in that moment lets him into his lair.

In the instants that follow, Clockwork ushers the ghost child to his parlor, an extra dimensional space in his lair that only spawns into existence when he has visitors. The ghost child sprawls out on the sofa, utterly irreverent and unaware of the true power that is contained in the deity sipping tea across the room.

And then, the ghost child begins to complain. He whines about battles with other ghosts, moans about malfunctioning technology, winges about scraped knees and bruised knuckles and snapped bones.

Clockwork smiles, placating and patient, with the understanding that the young ghost before him is but a pebble in time's ceaseless stream. He offers advice to the little pebble, hoping to help the waters of the universe smooth out his rough edges.

“You must be compassionate,” Clockwork counsels, “You must meet your rivals where they are. You can’t possibly understand what has shaped them into the ghosts that stand before you.”

But Clockwork can. Clockwork does. He understands it all.

The ghost child grumbles, but does not push back. As he rises to leave, he floats towards Clockwork for an embrace, behaving with casual familiarity with the primordial being that he views as a surrogate father. Clockwork indulges him. In the second, minute, hour before he and the ghost child’s bodies connect, he braces himself to experience the inevitable disorientation, the natural side effect of his most unsettling power.

The millisecond that Clockwork touches the ghost child, he is violently ejected from his corporeal form. His consciousness trips and stutters for a moment, as it always does, before he finds himself in the body of a fourteen year old boy staring at the yawning mouth of an unforgiving portal to another dimension.

This is the way that Clockwork is able to maintain his godly empathy, the trick to his inhuman understanding, the mechanism through which he keeps his finger on the pulse of the Infinite Realms. Every time he so much as brushes against another ghost, he accesses memories of their death. He lives through the most vulnerable moment of their lives, seeing the world as they once did, experiencing the timeline from their perspective.

He has been Ember as her house burns around her, flames licking up her spine as her flesh melts from her skeleton. He has been Youngblood, coughing splotches of blood into his sleeve with an incessant ache in his lungs just before he slips into eternal sleep. He has been Skulker, starving in the woods, his stomach gurgling as it digests itself, watching one final sunset while slumped against the side of a tree. He has been Kitty, laying next to the corpse of her boyfriend on sun scorched pavement, the smell of burning rubber stinging her nose as she feels the breeze whistle against the hole in her skull.

And, countless times, he has been the ghost boy. He has felt electricity mercilessly frying him from within as each molecule is torn apart and remade wrong, his own screams echoing in his ears and the scent of his cooked flesh permeating the air.

Time is valuable because it is limited. Moments are precious because they end. Life matters because there is death.

So Clockwork grants the ghost boy a moment of affection. He lives through his death once more. He does so with the ancient understanding that this gesture will matter to the pebble precisely because it cannot escape the stream.

#dp side hoes week 2023 #danny phantom #clockwork #clockwork dp #danny phantom clockwork #ecto writes #this is deeply the egg coded lol #i would love to expand on this idea at some point but for now....here....have this....#me? a psuedo poetic writer? pffft nah completely unheard of

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haloburns · 7 months

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phantom everlasting

SUMMARY:

Danny Fenton is stuck. At home, in the heat, in life. He wants to move. He wants change. He wants more. Phantom is stuck. In life, in death, in a realm he doesn’t belong in. He wants to explore. He wants to go home. He wants more. August hangs motionless in the air, hot and oppressive. A balmy haze hangs beneath heavy, ever-present clouds. Lightning teases the nightーan illusionーbut the rain never falls. It is here, in the dead of August when nothing dares move more than necessary, that our story begins.

EXCERPT:

There are only a few days within a year where the entire world holds its breath, waiting for the wheel of time to continue turning.

Christmas Eve, as the clock ticks over into the joyous Christmas Day.

New Years' Eve, as the world awaits the new year that will surely bring nothing but wealth and luck and joy.

And the middle of August, as everyone waves their fans and pulls at their shirt collars, waiting for the last summer rain that will bring with it the cooling rush of fall.

The middle of August hangs in the air, motionless and hot. A balmy haze hangs beneath the ever present, thick white clouds that threaten rain but never deliver. Nothing moves or makes noise, the heat too oppressive to even consider thinking too loudly. The night taunts refreshing rain with lightning on the horizon, but it is only a result of the heat and nothing more.

It was here, in the dead of August when nothing dared move more than absolutely necessary, that three things happened with no connection anyone—save one—could see.

Continue on AO3.

#ITS HERE #MY INVISOBANG #invisobang 2023 #invisobang 23 #ecto fics #ecto writes #pitch pearl #look at me gooooooo #very proud of this one

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ectoplasmicsoda · 6 months

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Leftover Coals still Spark 👀

Leftover Coals Still Spark is a sequel fic to my suprisingly very popular pompep fic, Autumn Burns Hotter. It follows Danny's discovery that there's an entire mateship ritual he and Vlad must do - though Vlad himself had neglected to tell him this fact. Rated 18 +!

Tidbit Below

“Oh so he could talk to you about this bullshit but not the guy he apparently loves?” Danny knew his temper was still red-hot when he shoved his hands in his pockets, when he narrowed eyes he knew were a toxic green in a glare up at Clockwork. “Fine. Whatever. Do the timey-wimey bullshit and show me his pathetic excuse.”

#pompous pep #ecto writes #ty for da asssssk hi grim!!

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cursedzucchini · 1 year

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Prompt/idea #6

Y'all what if when Danny's not feeling that good (is very injured/didn't eat anything/sleep deprived) he instead of fainting just... Turns into his 14 yo self.

That wasn't such a problem at the begginjng bc he was short king and well, he didn't change that much.

But now? When he's in college (basically always on the verge of fainting from exhaustion/hunger/dehydration/whatever unholy thing he consumed to stay awake and functioning) in Gotham? When he's 24, and yeah, maybe he didn't grow that much in height, but he lost the baby fat. His face didn't look so hopeful, and innocent and he gained quite few scars.

So yeah, changing into his 14yo self wasn't the greatest by itself. But add the trauma Danny has when looking at himself in the mirror, and overall being in the wrong body (thinking about what younger him didn't know, like u can add angst Abt canon stuff, like Vlad was a fucking creep, pariah dark, or add vivisection and Dani dying or whatever).

So Danny was being extra careful about taking care of himself (he thought, like a liar). And maybe that day he forgot breakfast, lost his pocket money, his card declined, he couldn't sleep because of reccuring nightmares and the only edible (that's questionable tho) thing in his bag was some somehow wrong ectoplasm he stole from some guy few weeks ago (and Danny needed to ask the him where tf did he manage to find such a disgusting ecto. Like not even his parents manage to fuck it up that badly).

So when on his way home, some fucking asshole jumped him, of course he was going to freak the fuck out.

...if knocking the guy out counts as freaking out. And showing some of his more ghostly features out (read show the asshole the indescribable horrors of balancing life and death for eternity and no time at all).

And that somehow tipped Danny over the top. So now he's sitting there, in his now way too big clothes next to the knocked out (hopefully) clown, drawing dumb pictures on his face, waiting for Jazz to pick him up and maybe help him dispose of the body.

(bonus points if the batfam saw this go down and are now so fucking confused how tf did some twink™ knocked out the fucking joker in one punch, and than transformed into a fuckibg child????? B, no, put the adoption papers down-!)

(bonus bonus points if 14 yo Danny looks exactly like 14yo Jason, and they (especially Jason) just see young Jason sitting next to dead? Joker w a crowbar, drawing dicks on his face)

(also the reason why Danny doesn't know who joker is, is bc every time someone started talking Abt joker or the clown he assumed he was something like batman, and wasn't interested in learning anything Abt anything clown themed)

#yknow arkham doesnt sound that bad #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #crossover #dcxdp #dp x dc writing prompt #danny fenton #dc #jason todd #yall this is such a fun idea #it hit me like a truck #i fucking love it lmao #batfam #yo imagien the trauma tho #liek seeing ur young self surviving what you died to #i think jason would have very strong reaction #probably positive like oh thank fuck i didnt hace to fijd his dead body #oh also the yuck ectoplasm was jasons #danny was tired and he felt weird ecto sending stressed signals #he thought it was just some poir shade #so he jsut......#took it #jason was very confused #oh also i meant this like instead of when in great danger turning into core #danny turns into his 14 yo self #i imagine joker doesnt remember danny or what even happened but when he sees him (or feels him) he just goes #i feel like bats r in this trying to find danny really hard and he doesnt know #yet still manages to evade them #aight enough tags good bye thanks for reading

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flamingpudding · 6 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 30 - "Are you with me?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: I had absolutely no idea what to do with this one… and it shows I think… also can this be considered crackish?

"Danny you ready?"

"Give me a second Red!"

"No time! Going live in…"

"Wait wait wait!"

"3..."

"I got the popcorn!"

"2…"

"What about the block against the Justice League?!"

"1…"

"Red locked them out of the system. Now get ready!!"

"Go!"

Danny blinked as he got pushed by Superboy in front of the camera Impulse was standing behind. Behind them was Wonder Girl giving him a thumbs up with one hand and holding up giant flash cards with her other one.

"Uh Hi?"

Impulse raised an eyebrow and moved his hand in a keep going motion. Nervously Danny rubbed his neck. He looked left and right as if looking for something until his eyes focused back onto the camera. He coughed, took a deep breath, unnecessary in phantom form but helpful to calm down, before smiling and touching his hands together at their fingertips.

"Ahem. Hello, hi. Now you might be wondering. Who the fuck is that guy to interrupt my Saturday night movie program. I am Phantom, the newest member of Young Justice. King of the Ghost Zone also known as the Infinite Realms. The Dimension that's pretty much gluing our entire reality together." He gave the camera a nervous smile before he continued. "I am here to tell you on behalf of the entirety of the Infinite Realms. That you humans, of this dimension…"

Danny took a deep breath, from the corner of his eyes he saw Superboy giving another keep going sign while Red Robin was checking something on his laptop, making sure none of their mentors was trying to cut short their live feat over the entire world as well as that the subtitles worked for different language countries.

"...well you humans suck." Danny said as he breathed out, closing his eyes and pausing for a moment to let his message sink in. "Look, I get it. It's always hard finding something new, seeing change but come on. Anti-Ecto Acts? Was that necessary?"

He waved his hand around like he was thinking to find the right words while peaking at the flash card Wonder Girl was holding up.

"Like come on, can't you humans get your act together? Why hunt down an entire species just because they are different? You humans are already constantly at war with each other, aside from the idiocy of that, do you really have to add interdimensional war to that list?"

Danny chuckled nervously ignoring the additional flash card Impulse was now holding up to make him call out some of the humans' crimes against, the list mostly containing petty things Impulse didn't like. "Just so you know. I am barely keeping my council from declaring the dimensional one by the way." He added instead.

"Now you all are probably wondering what the hell this random ghost hero is talking about with no solution." He glanced to the side. " Well I have one."

Danny coughed into his hand and right his stance. "Dogs."

He held out his arms and Cujo appeared out of nowhere jumping into them. Off camera Wonder Girl coed. His ghost puppy had pretty much charmed all his hero friends since day one.

"They are loyal, awesome, cute and every beings best friend. Ancients even Superman has one!" Danny said smiling as he held up Cujo into the camera, he was glad he had remembered to infuse Red Robin's equipment with ectoplasm so the broadcast wouldn't get distorted.

"It's something we can all agree on. So, are you with me? Let's discard these stupid acts and all focus on the cuteness of little beings like him? How could anyone want to destroy his entire existence!"

"SHIT!" Red Robin cursed loudly off Camera and Danny blinked head turning towards his direction. "B got our location! Oracle ratted us out and is about to shut down the broadcast!"

"What this soon?! We didn't even get to the juicy parts yet!" Impulse complained loudly and Danny nervously faced the camera.

"Uh… Yea so.. No Anti-Ecto Acts and pro Dogs!" He summed up liften a encouraging fist up as Cujo barked happily in his arms.

"ETA 2! We need to bolt!" Red Robin shouted as Wonder Girl Rushed across the camera to open the window on the other side. Superboy was already picking up Red Robin and Impulse was gone before Red had even finished his sentence.

Phantom gave the camera one nervous smile as Cujo jumped out of his arms. "For the record. This broadcast was brought to you by sleep deprived Red and our opinion that the Justice League is taking too long!"

The next second phantom was seen rushing off to the side most likely following the others a moment later a crash was heard in the distance before the camera tilted and fell to the side. The broadcast was cut off at that point.

Unknown to the audience, a group of young hero's was rushing away from there not so secret broadcasting location, trying to escape their mentors that were not happy about their kids trying to take matters into their own hands just because 'the adults are taking to long'.

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glow-in-the-dark-death · 3 months

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Ecto-Cream

You know how a lot of people use Vix-Vaporub a lot and just slather it on everywhere when you are sick or hurt, to the point it kinda became a meme?

Oh, you have anxiety? Here put on some Vix-Vaporub!

You broke a bone? Have some Vix-Vaporub!

Have stage 4 cancer? Vix-vaporub!

That!, but what if it was ecto?

The Fenton's invented it and it actually works! A little too well to be honest.

The memes? To Amity Parker's, not memes totally legit.

Suddenly they have the cure for everything with just this 'simple' cream

Now imagine Danny goes to Gotham for University or an internship, and the people around just witnessed him getting Jocker Gassed, totally freaking out right?

and Danny?

He just casually takes out this bright somehow green glowing cream from his pocket and starts rubbing it on his nose and chest, and is somehow fine!?

What the hell?!

Just an Idea

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furiarossa · 1 month

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"Danny looked down, thinking. Only then did he notice an inscription on the pedestal holding the three statues. “Madeline Walker | Vlad Masters | Jack Fenton The ghost friends honor them, April the 3rd, 1983: For the heroic saving of our lives" «They… they never told me anything» Danny looked at the statue, then at Skulker, then back at the statue «Why?»."

Okay, this lineart is so good that inspired a scene in me (I wrote it, even though I practically never write in English) and TWO different color versions.

7th submission for the @green-with-envy-phandom-event! This is a collab: the lineart was created by the awesome @ecto-stone, while we did the color.

Alternative (golden) version + ficlet under the cut!

Danny approached the sculptural group, vaguely in disbelief. At first he didn't really understand what he was seeing... he just had the feeling that it was something familiar, that the shapes of those greenish bodies reminded him of something. There were three people, dressed like ghostbusters, with tools and protective goggles. There were also other details, rays and small figures.

Danny squinted. One of the three was too similar to his father... but younger, with more hair, with a cheeky smile. So the other two, they were... yes, he had only seen them like this one other time, in a photograph from their college days, but... they must have been his mother Maddie and Vlad Masters.

It was quite impressive, to see a statue of three people he knew so well as adults, but immortalized forever, frozen in time, as the version of them that had been real only years before.

«Why is there a statue of them in this place?» He asked Skulker «They are ghostbusters, why did you immortalize them here, in the Ghost Zone?».

Skulker looked up at the sculptural group, his gaze unreadable, machine-like. But his silence, which lasted a few moments too long, spoke for him.

«It's a celebration» He said «From the times of the ectoquake. We all risked dying... or losing all the information in our cores, due to altered magnetism» he touched his chest with his large gloved hand «We would have forgotten who we are, we would have become a bunch of babbling ectoplasms devouring each other to survive, unable to recognize ourselves. A fate worse than death».

Danny looked down, thinking. Only then did he notice an inscription on the pedestal holding the three statues.

“Madeline Walker | Vlad Masters | Jack Fenton

The ghost friends honor them, April the 3rd, 1983:

For the heroic saving of our lives"

«They… they never told me anything» Danny looked at the statue, then at Skulker, then back at the statue «Why?».

Skulker pulled his gun from the holster, a handkerchief from his back pocket, and began cleaning it. That gesture worried Danny, but the other ghost didn't seem to want to attack him.

«They never told you anything because they don't know anything» Skulker revealed, speaking in a low voice «They themselves asked for their memories to be erased»

«Why?» Danny shook his head «Vlad certainly wouldn't have thrown away the opportunity to be adored as someone's savior»

«You know nothing about Vlad» Skulker's voice was thick, sticky, full of menace. Danny realized that they had never talked about Vlad before: how had he and Skulker met? What did they think of each other?

«Vlad wouldn't let anyone, not even himself, see him as a hero» The ghost hunter continued, moving the cloth more rapidly on the butt of the gun, as if he was trying to remove a stain «That's not what he does. But on that distant day… he and your parents saved the lives of all of us. They saved the entire Ghost Zone ecosystem»

«My parents probably did all the work and he joined the group only to take the glory» Danny snorted

«You don't know anything» Skulker said slowly

«I know Vlad quite a bit»

«No. You are a fourteen years old boy who thinks he knows how things go, but he doesn't. I've known him for twenty years, and you for... how long? Less than a year? And most of the time you just argue like two children»

«The fact that he fights with a fourteen year old» Danny pointed to his chest «I think already says a lot about him»

«He's training you, brat. For my part, if I could I would have taken your head off a long time ago... but he saved you, remember?».

Danny blinked. Yes, the first time they had seen each other… he had been trapped in the cube, powerless, with only his head sticking out, like a trophy. And Skulker would have gladly used his new blade on him, if it hadn't been for Vlad, who had stopped him.

«He's only doing it because he wants to have me as his son» Danny muttered

«Doesn't sound like a bad reason to me» Skulker growled.

For a few moments, there was silence. Only the movement of the ectoplasm could be heard, like the riptide of the sea in a bay, there wasn’t even the sound of breathing.

«So...» Danny, who had no intention of arguing with Skulker, continued «What's this about the ectoquake?»

«It's something that... happens» explained the ghost hunter «Every now and then. It's not exactly cyclical, but almost. And anyway, you can predict it, but you can't stop it. An ectoquake is the most terrible circumstance the community can experience: it not only destroys the lairs, but also the physical forms of the ghosts and their memories. It is a magnetic storm of such magnitude that it destroys everything it touches, rearranges it and turns it into something different. Every time an ectoquake occurs, thousands of species disappear forever and those who survive become mindless cannibals. It takes years for species to re-evolve and for ghosts to regain a minimum of reasoning»

«Wow. It really sucks...»

«Indeed. Usually very few ghosts survive: those who have access to a portal and can escape into the material world, for example. You get out of here» Skulker pointed up, as if there was a ceiling (which wasn't there) «The ectoquake can't get you. But the problem is that ectoquakes can also be predicted by humans»

«And so?»

«And so the ghost slayers remain stationed outside any natural portal, trying to kill every ghost that is escaping. It's a sealed fate»

«The ghost slayers?» Danny wrinkled his nose «I've never heard of them...»

«You're used to seeing those ridiculous ghostbusters... the Guys in White, those bad copies of Mystery Incorporated, your parents... but there are real monster hunters out there, with real weapons capable of blowing your head off. They don't go hunting for flying kids, they want to collect large quantities of ectoplasm at once, and to do so they predict ectoquakes and capture and kill those who escape»

«Terrifying».

Even though he was in his ghost form at the moment, Danny still felt goosebumps. Perhaps his ectoplasmic body simply remembered the reactions of his flesh body, or perhaps the idea disgusted him enough to change the surface composition of his ghost.

«At that time I was… little. Small. In the physical sense of the term» Skulker seemed a little embarrassed at this revelation, but he didn't stop recounting «I didn't have the armor yet, I was a small and defenseless body, and I managed to get out early, without the ghost slayers noticing. The ectoquake was a month away. But I was captured by them» he pointed to the three statues «They were in college and still studying, they weren't dangerous. Maddie and Jack wanted to dissect me, study me and then kill me» Skulker's voice softened «Vlad begged them not to do it. He saved my life»

«I can't imagine it»

«Too bad for you, kid. Too bad that you can't imagine that your parents, exactly as they do today, try to destroy the ghosts, while Vlad, exactly as he does today, helps me»

«Touché»

«I told them about the ectoquake. And they did something incredible: they built a portal for the first time. Not that little thing that would later destroy Vlad's life: a real portal, bigger than all the others. Huge, inside an abandoned building. Six meters in diameter, so that ghosts of any size could fit through. No ghost slayer expected us to escape from there, because they didn't know that portal existed. And then they invented something else, the Fenton thermos, a device capable of capturing ghosts, with which I was able to collect and transport the slowest or weakest ghosts, or those who were too afraid, into the material world» Skulker frowned «When the ectoquake came, the damage to the Ghost Zone was incalculable, but… but we didn't have to start from scratch. There had been many casualties, but many of the plants and animals were safe, my friends and I were still sane, we were fine. We had spent all the necessary time inside the abandoned building. Some inside the thermos, others free… we were all alive. Thanks to them: Madeline, Jack, Vlad»

«I… I didn't know. Why didn't I know?»

«I’m telling you, they don't remember anything»

«Why?»

«They knew ghost slayers were dangerous, boy. They knew they might have let some information slip: how to build the portals, where the escape route they'd created for us was. They decided together that they would forget it. There is one of us who can make wishes come true...»

«Desiree»

«Yes, exactly, Desiree. To protect us all, they wanted to forget what happened»

«Couldn't you just wish the ghost slayers would stop hunting you? Or that ectoquakes didn't exist?»

«You have a skull as thick as a bison's» Skulker placed his index finger on Danny's forehead «Do you really think ghost slayers are stupid? They are protected by amulets, ghost powers do not work on them. As for ectoquakes, they cannot be avoided in any way, they are an integral part of the Ghost Zone!»

«Well, yeah, I didn't know» Danny's cheeks turned a light shade of green.

Skulker withdrew his hand and approached the sculptural group, placing his hands on the pedestal. «Their heroism, their intelligence, their sacrifice… we will never forget them. They have already forgotten them» He sighed «It's a real shame that Madeline and Jack betrayed him and abandoned him like this. He didn't deserve it. Together they could have conquered the world, obtained everthing, but instead...»

«They didn't betray and abandon him!» Danny exclaimed

«You weren't there, ghost boy. How would you know?» Skulker looked at him over his shoulder, a single green eye visible, luminescent like a light bulb «You should listen to the story as told by others too. And maybe even your stupid parents would be ready to admit what they did to him. You weren't there, but I was. And I don't wish for anyone to see what I saw».

Danny looked up at the statue, feeling a myriad of emotions boiling inside him. An invisible hand squeezed his stomach. He didn't know about this, about how they had become heroes of the Ghost Zone… what was there that he still didn't know about them?

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(I will definitely expand this thing later... for now, you got the idea XD).

Aaand here there is the golden version (of course there are gold statues of the saviors, somewhere!):

[Oh, and a lot more of our Danny Phantom fanarts: Here’s our tag!]

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