#👻 interactions: fredzilla.

[imgoingghcst]

firebreathinfred​:

With Danny about to take a nappy-nap, Fred wanders off around the cemetery on his own. Well, he has Mini Max with him of course, but the robot doesn’t really count. The tombstones are cool and all, but after about five minutes of just grave after grave, Fred starts to get a little bored. He’s just about to turn back to go find something more interesting when he spots a giant pumpkin up ahead. More excitingly, a giant pumpkin with a sword poking out of it. Without thinking it through, Fred hurried over to it to get a closer look. “The sword in the pumpkin! Excalibur!” he narrates happily. It’d probably be easier to let Mini Max pull it out, considering his super strength and all, but Fred wants to at least try it for himself. The first tug doesn’t do much, but he can feel it wiggle just a bit inside the gourd. “Alright. Try number two. We’ve got this. Mini max - recording mode on!” Placing his foot in the pumpkin, he gives the handle another pull, using all of his strength this time. It wasn’t an action he thought all the way through for the sword does come loose, but with it Fred goes falling towards the ground, hard on his behind. An involuntary yell escapes him at the tumble, one loud enough that it must wake Danny up since he comes running over a few seconds later. Unbothered by it all, Fred grins up at the other boy from his spot still on the ground and holds up the sword like a victory prize. “I’m the new king!”

danny is hardly surprised when he finds fred on the ground with a strange new object in his hands. he’s even less surprised by the way fred shows the sword off triumphantly. “all hail the new king, i guess.” normally, danny would care more. hell, normally he would hve a million questions for fred, probably insist that he not mess with things he finds in a cemetery of all places. but the exhaustion wins in the end, tired eyes hardly taking an interest in the ornate weapon. he holds his hand out to fred, ready to help his friend get upright again when danny notices the one thing that is worth shaking away the tired haze over his mind. “wait wait,” danny pauses, staring at the Jack o lantern in the middle of the cemetery. “this thing came out of a fucking pumpkin?” and just as he says it, the ground under them begins to shake violently, as if they’d just disturbed something powerful. “fred, put the sword back.” is all danny warns, already too tired for whatever new bullshit this house plans on throwing at him. but the warning comes far too late because the second the words leave his mouth, a flash of light shoots out of the top of the pumpkin before a wave of ectoplasmic energy bursts off it like an explosion. the sheer force of it sending them both, and mini max, flying backwards.

[imgoingghcst]

the phantom files S3E16: “fright knight.” location: the haunted mansion in mysterii. guest star: fred fredrickson @firebreathinfred

he’d taken on more than he could handle, danny realizes that now. this always happens towards the end of production, dropping eyes and sluggish movements as exhaustion begins to take hold of him. but, this season had taken more out of him than any of the others had — and the creative in him knew that meant it would be the best season yet. virtually impossible to top, and, that was kind of the goal. but his body? his body needed a minute. laying on one of the stole benches in the cemetery (because of course there was a cemetery in the backyard), danny feels his eyes begin to slip shut. the plan had been to actually explore some of the stuff behind the house, as he’d only discovered it on accident with riley and billy earlier. and he fully intended to do so, after a quick rest of his eyes. he’s about to settle into sleep when he hears fred yelling something in the distance. “what! what?” danny jumps up, running towards the sound of his friend’s voice. “are you okay?”

[imgoingghcst]

firebreathinfred​:

staring at the menu above one of the booth stalls, fred couldn’t help but make a face. “this all sounds so fancy,” he complained as he continued to look over all of the options. nothing was appealing to him - everything had cranberries and that just seemed wrong. cranberries should only be in desserts as far as fred was concerned. “we should just bring burrito bros over here. do you think they’d let us do that?” @imgoingghcst​

danny, as expected, had wanted to skip the winter festival altogether. he’d never been the biggest fan of the massive island wide events, hating every second of the noise and proximity to strangers. add a very public breakup and a fracture in his dynamic with his best friend, and danny thought for sure he would skip out on this one. but fred had seemed so excited about it, in the way fred was excited about most things, and danny couldn’t let him down too. “i mean, it’s gotta be christmas themed. christmas is usually fancy.” danny shrugs, barely glancing at the menu above them. at fred’s suggestion however, danny does show a glimpse of emotion, confusion crossing his features as he looks over at his friend. “i’m pretty sure we’d need a permit for that.” though given the way they acquired the taco truck in the first place danny wouldn’t be surprised if fred ignored that altogether. “we can have a booth for the next festival, if that’s something you really want to do.”