#DP x TMA Crossover

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Ghosts Get Lonely Too - TMA Lonely Ghosts AU

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Jonathan "Jon'" Sims has discovered a new statement left behind on Gertrude's laptop. In an effort to stop the Unknowing, he reads it in the hope of finding clues to stop the Ritual.

The Statement of Vlad "Plasmius" Masters in regards to the relationship between Gerard Keay and himself.

Statement Begins

[Click]

I’ve come home from the States. I was definitely being followed. I am not sure what was following me, it looked like an officer but it felt… wrong. I think something else distracted it or perhaps something happened to it after the stop on the way to Washington D.C. I had not seen it since.

I’ve tried to find more information from the laptop that Gertrude left behind. What was curious was that when I turned it on, there was something new in the emails that had not been there before.

Or perhaps I missed it entirely because I was looking for something else…

In any case, when I had intended to comb through the device again for anything I had missed, it connected to the nearest printer and started printing out what looked like… emails between a Vlad Masters and Gertrude. It may hold clues or at least… another piece of the puzzle.

I never was able to find out what really happened to Gerard. Not beyond what the hospital staff mentioned. Though from what they said about Gertrude’s arrest and the odd book that vanished, I could hazard a guess. Perhaps that information is in these emails as well. Perhaps this won’t be another dead end.

Statement of Vlad Masters regarding the relationship between Gerard Keay and himself. Original Source from Email Correspondence between Vlad Masters and Gertrude Robinson found on her Laptop. Audio recording on July 05, 2017 by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement Begins.

From: v.masters@vladco.com

To: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

Subject: Gerard Keay Sent: November 27, 2014

Dear Ms. Robinson,

I hope this finds you well. It has come to my attention that you are the one that may have the answers I seek. I am aware of your working relationship with Gerard Keay. I am also aware of what that work entails. I have attempted to contact him many times to no avail.

I have something of his that I believe he would like returned to him. If you would be so kind as to assist me in getting into contact with him, I would appreciate it.

Sincerely,

V. Masters

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From: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

To: v.masters@vladco.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

November 27, 2014

Mr. Masters,

How did you get this email?

I am afraid I cannot help you. It is best you dispose of whatever it is. I recommend the latter if you know what is good for you. If you truly know of our work, then you are aware of the risk it may hold.

- Gertrude Robinson

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From: v.masters@vladco.com

To: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

November 28, 2014

Ms. Robinson,

As I said, I know of your working relationship with Gerard. I made an educated guess. I know very well what is good for me, and at this moment it is getting in contact with Gerry. I imagine he would like his coat back. Please ask him to contact me.

Sincerely,

V. Masters

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From: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

To: v.masters@vladco.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

November 29, 2014

Mr. Masters,

Gerry, hm? Interesting.

He must have been quite distracted to forget that ratty old thing. Perhaps you may be in too deep now, but that still does not change the fact I cannot help you. I recommend you forget him. It is for the best, Mr. Masters.

- Gertrude Robinson

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From: v.masters@vladco.com

To: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

November 29, 2014

Ms. Robinson,

I know you are working to stop some grand ritual, The Unknowing. Perhaps you will make sense of what I have found. It is not just the coat I wish to give him. I had offered to help him with his research. A solution that contained as much certainty as dealing with any primal source such as Fear has to offer. Especially one that falls into the Uncanny.

I do not understand your insistence to ‘forget’ him. I assure you, I have no intention to do so.

Sincerely,

V. Masters

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From: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

To: v.masters@vladco.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay  

December 1, 2014

Mr. Masters,

You are a persistent man, I will give you that. I suppose at least one person ought to remember the boy.

So, he has told you about the Fears. There is a price to Knowing such things like that. Tell me what you know, Mr. Masters. About Gerard and about The Unknowing.

- Gertrude Robinson

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From: v.masters@vladco.com

To: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

December 1, 2014

Ms. Robinson,

What do you mean by ‘remember’?

Yes, yes, I know how capitalism works. The Fears carry little difference to any other predatory being, they are simply bigger and nigh unfathomable.

You want to know what I do? Tell me how to reach Gerry.

Please.

Sincerely,

V. Masters

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From: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

To: v.masters@vladco.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

December 1, 2014

Mr. Masters,

Hm. Very well.

You will want to find the Catalogue of the Trapped Dead. Then you will want to read the last page. It should still be in police evidence so you may have trouble getting to it. Or perhaps not if you have a propensity for getting into places you shouldn’t.

Though it is said that those who are bound to the pages aren’t themselves. So you may not really be speaking to Gerard.

- Gertrude Robinson

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From: v.masters@vladco.com

To: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

December 19, 2014

You abandoned him.

Sincerely,

V. Masters

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From: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

To: v.masters@vladco.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

December 19, 2014

Mr. Masters,

Here I thought you had taken my advice and forgotten about me. Did you find what you were looking for? Are you going to tell me what you Know?

- Gertrude Robinson

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From: v.masters@vladco.com

To: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

December 19, 2014

You had best hope that our paths never cross, Ms. Robinson. You are, arguably, a smart woman. I am certain you can figure out the Unknowing yourself.

Sincerely,

V. Masters

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From: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

To: v.masters@vladco.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

December 19, 2014

Mr. Masters, You will have to try harder than that to scare me. Better than you have tried and they have certainly failed. You will do no better.

Now then, if you are done posturing: Will you let Gerard's death be in vain? Let the world, that he tried to save, end by yet another ritual?

Gertrude Robinson

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From: v.masters@vladco.com

To: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

December 19, 2014

Ms. Robinson ,

He preferred to be called Gerry. Do not pretend now that you care . If you had, then he would not have been left unclaimed as he had been.

You will get nothing more from me.

Sincerely,

V. Masters

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From: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

To: v.masters@vladco.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

December 19, 2014

Mr. Masters,

I dislike having to do this, but you have left me little choice.

A Statement, if you would please. Tell me what you know, Vlad Masters.

Gertrude Robinson

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From: v.masters@vladco.com

To: grbookworm1818@gmail.com

Subject: Re:Gerard Keay

December 19, 2014

Ms. Robinson,

I know many things, Gertrude Robinson . I am aware of your power of compulsion. That ever-burning desire to know things, even as you work to resist using such abilities to find your answers. You find the power repulsive, even when it removes such troublesome barriers.

It would be easier for you, wouldn’t it? To sink into that which your position allows. You are the Archivist. The one who focuses so much on her own work that the rest of the world goes away. You pretend altruism, but clearly those who work with you are expendable. You wish to keep you precious humanity as if anything Other is detestable.

To you, Gerry , was expendable.

He was not .

He was mine .

So badly he wished to trust you. Wanted someone he could perhaps rely on. That did not simply look past him and truly saw him. You saw your work and you saw how he could be useful to you.

I saw him.

The first time I saw him was in Chicago, you were with him. I was burning time while in the area on business. I imagine you must have been searching for books then. They are a common enough find in an Antique Shop. Sometimes I have come across such strange books. Not your Leitners, but other tomes with secrets that others would consider fantasy. Things that would have been tossed aside as some sort of fairy tale. I believe they overlapped; your Leitners and my Occult.

It was that small shop, easily missed, tucked between towering buildings as though it was left behind while the modern era rolled in. It was what drew me to it, that distinct feeling that called to me. Perhaps it was not even that shop that drew me, but those who were within.

I no longer recall what I had been looking at when we met. Not really. Something among the dusty piles of books in the back corner made my entire being itch. I ached to find the reason. Picking up books and a passing glance over each one. Page through them to see if anything caught my eye. Most had been mundane and disappointing.

I hadn’t gotten a chance to touch the source of what made me itch. The next thing I knew, a scarred hand covered in eye tattoos on every knuckle flashed out and snatched it before I could grab it myself. It would have been easy to be indignant, I was feeling the emotions bubble up in my chest. Nearly lashed out at this unknown who so rudely pushed his way into my space.

Then I saw him. Tall. Pale. Thin. He looked even paler with the long black leather coat and the hair. The hair was dyed black, although badly. Patches of roots missed, mostly towards the back where he could not see. The color faded in places that didn’t become saturated enough and some portions washed away with hot water.

I knew immediately what he had done wrong, I recognized the effort that was made to dye pale hair black. Clearly, he had not been ready to give up as I had already done. The color stopped taking to my hair a long time ago.

He must have sensed the impending ire, I remember his eyes meeting mine, looking far too tired. I recall wondering how often he actually slept. The smile that he gave had caused my core to stutter in a way I had not felt since college.

It was just a simple thing. A smirk in my direction as he held up a leather-bound book with a cover so worn, the letters were difficult to discern. A little quirk of the lips as though it were just simple happenstance. It should not have caught me off-guard as it did, but there was something about him. As though perhaps in that moment, he saw me too.

“You don’t want this one. Boring read really. I suggest something more exciting, like that encyclopedia set. Heard the Encyclopedia Britannica is a real page turner.” He told me. His voice was soft and sounded as tired as he looked, but there was a certain intensity to it. Its effect was startling to me as his smile had been.

Clearly, he was just trying to keep me from taking home a cursed book. I think it was something along the lines of corruption. Some cursed copy where a man slowly became a cockroach if I recall correctly. Probably for the best, as I wouldn’t want to have to spend the next decade resolving that. They don’t make suits for giant cockroaches.

My brain still had not caught up with my mouth and all I could do was stare at him in dumbfounded silence. Not my proudest moment, although not my worst. It wasn’t until he was walking away that I found my words, though my brain had not yet engaged enough to place any filters before I ran my mouth.

“Bold of you to assume I haven’t already read that edition. Absolutely riveting what lies within Q and T. However, I was looking for something perhaps a little more my speed.”

It sounded terrible, and I knew it did the moment the words left my lips. Yet… he laughed. It wasn’t a particularly loud one, but that smirk became something a little more real . It touched his eyes when he huffed a small chuckle.

“I suppose someone has to find whatever is between Quilts and Trains interesting.” There was that core stuttering smirk again, playing at the corners of his lips as he spoke, “What is more your speed?”

I had really wished my brain had enough function to stop me before I said anything stupid. Yet, with full confidence, I found myself uttering the words while holding up one of the encyclopedias, “U, if you can keep up with me.”

If I could have died the rest of the way, I would have. The way he stared at me made me nearly vanish then and there. It was a very near thing, but I managed not to blow my cover in public. Then he laughed . Not the soft short breathless chuckle. Not the soundless single huffs that someone may do. A full, albeit short, laugh. I think he was surprised he could even make the sound. As if he had forgotten he could.

He wasn’t the only one who forgot himself. For the first time in my life since college, I had completely forgotten about the woman I had claimed to love in exchange for the man before me. I am not saying it was love at first sight, but there was something that… drew me to him.

It certainly didn’t stop me from making a fool of myself, and I recall feeling my cheeks burning and I nearly vanished on the spot. I very well could have, despite the fact I had made such an effort by then to have control over that aspect of myself.

“Maybe if you ask nicely.” He finally told me. His accent became a bit heavier with his amusement. It was then that I noticed that the book looked heavy in his hand. It wasn’t a terribly thick book, but it simply seemed to weigh more than it should. It demanded to be seen.

I wanted to pull it out of his hands. Lighten the load.

Somehow, I had enough self-control not to. He must have noticed where my gaze was going and moved it out of sight. I tried to busy myself studying the book I was clutching onto like a prop.

“Really? Well, most people want a name first, if you would please.” I countered, trying to save face. It wasn’t working.

“Does it really matter?” He countered, seeming amused by something he was seeing. I realize now that it wasn’t really me he was looking at then, but whatever was around me. Whatever aspect of your Fears that was drawn to me.

I don’t know why that question brought me to my senses. What about it sobered me up so much? Perhaps the deceptive simplicity of those four words uttered while two complete strangers stood in an antiques shop had done it. It was a question I had asked myself often as I had grown.

Perhaps variations on the same words, a rearranging of the phrase to fit more closely with whatever fresh hell in my life made me ask myself that question. Endless debates on if anything I did was worthwhile. If anything, I did would ever change my situation.

Finally, I told him, “No. I suppose not.”

I think he realised the mistake he made as I had suddenly schooled myself and had started to try and make my escape from the awkward situation I caused.

Then he told me his name. Blurted it as though he was revealing, perhaps, that he was just as nervous about making a fool of himself. Perhaps from the outside we were not nearly as awkward as we perceived ourselves to be.

Perception is funny that way.

“Gerard.” He said it quite suddenly and almost forcefully, as though being louder took more effort than he was used to using.

Fate rarely has ever cooperated for me when I wished it to. I had been about to respond in kind when my phone started to go off. I was running late for my meeting. Somehow, I had lost track of time and I had begun to curse myself.

Thought I was being clever when I answered, throwing a glance his way when I greeted whoever was on the other line with my name before I left the shop. With that infernal encyclopedia I might add. Found out later that he paid for it. I would have liked to think he thought I was being clever, but I was sure he just thought I was an idiot.

I thought that was the end of it. Nothing to come of a chance meeting between two strangers. We simply knew each other’s names and continued on with our lives.

Never had I been so glad to be wrong.

Unfortunately, the short time between our paths crossing did not lend me an ability to conduct myself in a more charming manner. Somehow, I was destined to act the fool in front of the man. Looking back on it, I supposed it worked in my favor, though I would not be able to begin to tell you why.

It was just a couple days later. I imagine you were busy with something else. I had vaguely recalled you lurking about somewhere near him in the shop. At the time I had thought you were his mother. How wrong I was. Though I suppose there was little difference between the two of you in the end.

There was a local cafe I had begun to frequent during my stay, the coffee was strong enough to wake the dead. It held the right kind of bitter notes. It was a decent enough start to my mornings.

It was made better when I had walked in that morning. I would have never expected to run into the same person twice in a place I did not live. Yet, there he was, standing alone by the counter while he waited for his order. Somehow, he looked even more tired where sunlight could reach him. Accented just how pale he was in contrast to the black leather coat.

Yet… he was still quite beautiful.

It was early enough to not be too busy. I hadn’t needed to wait in line too long. I must have caught his eye, well, one of them. He seemed to almost… brighten when he recognized me.

It is nice to think so, at least.

There was a companionable silence as we stood together, the kind that comes from the mutual agreement that it was too early for conversation. Anything said before caffeine would have likely been a nonsensical disaster. He had no reason to wait there with me, as he was already holding and sipping his coffee. Yet, I imagine he was graciously waiting for me to have my own source of liquid wakefulness.

Though as I said, neither time nor apparently caffeine graced me with any charm.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you came here just to see me.” I told him.

He laughed at me and pointed out that he had gotten there first. I hid my embarrassment by drinking my coffee. Surely more caffeine would have made it better.

“But I may make a point to come here more now that I do know you come here.” He mused.

The moment he said those words, I swore I had heard it wrong and managed a stuttered, “O-oh?”

The answering smile made me try to find my footing. I knew I would not be in the area that much longer. Perhaps a week at most. The caffeine must not have yet kicked in, as I hardly knew the man, yet I proposed we go on a date. The cafe we were in was well and good, but I suggested perhaps there were better settings in which I could make a fool of myself.

To my delight, he agreed .

The next thing I knew, I was giving him my number and he sent me a text message with a little book emoji. I had his name. I had his number. 

I had his number .

I had not gone on a date in an embarrassingly long time. Circumstances prevented it at first, health reasons. After that, it was no longer a focus of mine. Sure, I have flirted from time to time, but there was no real interest involved. Just pretty words to get others to swoon and oblige to my asks.

The rest of the day had gone by far too quickly after that. I hardly remember it. Same old business meetings and my thoughts drifting off to what I would wear. What I would even say? I could plan a business meeting down to nearly every beat. Anticipate what would be argued about and how to counter them. How to win deals and continue to gain wealth.

Yet with him… he was different. He caught me off guard in a way I had not allowed myself. However, I was firm to remind myself that it was simply a date. Not to get my hopes up for anything more than a night I was bound to stumble through.

The date had gone surprisingly well. I had picked somewhere quiet. While I was no stranger to fine dining, something convinced me to pick something that was more of a hole-in-the wall. The atmosphere was far more relaxed which seemed to bode well for both of us. I do not think he would have cared for any of the places I tended to frequent for business dinners.

Do not misunderstand me, I still feel like I made an utter fool of myself. I had half expected him not to show. I would like to think I would not have faulted him for it, but I know I would have tried to rationalize things to make myself feel better.

I think he knew that too.

Yet, there he was. He really showed up and, well, at the end of the date actually kissed me.

I hadn’t been expecting it, and I was rather glad no one but him noticed my faltering control. The loss of control had been the way my hands went intangible and I dropped what I was holding. Completely unable to get ahold of myself for far too long. My eyes flashing into an intense red that he later, affectionately, described as ruby.

I remember kissing him back. I remember the taste of our meal on his lips, the aftertaste of cigarettes that would always be there from the sheer frequency of his habit. I remember finally getting my hands back in order so that I could feel how soft his hair was.

It was a wonderful kiss.

It was a wonderful night after the date. We had agreed to finish our date at my hotel.

I had not realized he had noticed the lapse in my control until there was a lull and he asked me, rather bluntly, what I was. That I, in his words, ‘Feel like I was touched by the End, but not’.

You would think that would have ruined the mood, but he was calm as he asked. Genuinely curious and not overbearing like some I knew. So… I risked letting someone else in on the secret. Showed him the man behind the curtain as it were. Showed him 'Plasmius'.

Except what many would not understand is that the Man behind the curtain is the same as the one outside of it. For I am what one calls a ‘Halfa’. The only one as far as I am aware. A result of a college incident with a small scale interdimensional portal that was turned on by my so-called best friend, exposed me to a burst of ectoplasmic radiation.

I suffered from radiation poisoning or a “kinder” term, ‘Ecto Acne’ for two years. Two years alone in a hospital. Two years slowly dying as my body continued to reject my existence. Treatments did nothing but perhaps take the edge off. I was angry and hurting and easily forgotten as an unfortunate casualty of science.

At the end of two years I died and I… became something else. Stewing in the emotions of abandonment, a broken heart, and anger with the ectoplasmic energy turned me into a ghost. Except I was not entirely a ghost. No, I was also alive. I imagine it had to do with being exposed to what was effectively a threshold between the living and the dead.

When I showed Gerry what I was, I had expected skepticism or shock. Instead he was relieved. While he was no ghost, he seemed relieved that I was not among the “normal” masses. I admit, there was as much comfort as there was confusion in realizing that he too was part of a small circle who “Got it”.

The awkwardness melted away near instantly when he asked me how I came to be this way. It was not so much invasive as it was curious. The memories hurt, certainly, but there was something… freeing… about telling someone .

In exchange he told me about his mother. His childhood. Why he was in Chicago. About you and this Unknowing Ritual. He explained the Fears and explained that I felt, well, like a prime candidate for something called The Lonely.

I wanted to scoff.

I wasn’t afraid of being lonely . I knew plenty of people. Yet… as I found myself trying to argue it, I realized he was right.

Admittedly, it was a painful realization. Especially as his list of what I could focus on to combat it would help me none. Anyone I could have possibly relied on was absent from my life or not worth my time. I didn’t even have a pet to speak of.

I could see there was some recognition in his eyes. Loneliness was something he was all too familiar with. For the first time in… such a long time… there was warmth that came from someone outside of myself.

He offered, then, to be my focus should the Lonely come to try and isolate and drown me. He asked me for nothing more than to call him Gerry. That, if he had friends, he would have liked to have been called such.

What could I have done but offer something in exchange. I had plenty of resources that may not have been tapped. May have had some unexpected overlap with what they were searching for. So I offered to see what I could find for him.

Then we stopped thinking about all of that for the rest of the night.

There were a few more dates after that. We snuck in more time together between my work and his research with you. I was… happy. We had never put a label on whatever it was we were doing. Friends with Benefits did not quite seem like it covered it, but dating almost seemed too far a stretch. Though perhaps it was just because we were both afraid of losing something again.

I stayed in Chicago perhaps longer than I should have. I gave myself more reasons to stay. My initial stay of couple of weeks turned into a month. He didn’t seem to mind it. At times we were researching together… pulling out old books and records to find anything that would solve his particular problem. It reminded me of the old days… of college. I always enjoyed that aspect of work. Of figuring out solutions to problems, and it was better having someone to bounce ideas off of.

Then with no leads there, he had to go to Pittsburg. With you.

I wish I had noticed it sooner, the symptoms. I imagine we had attributed some of his sensory issues with the near full body scars from burns. The headaches from staring at books too long and forgetting to eat.

We had one more night together before he left with you. I promised to keep searching back home. To find the answers he sought. Perhaps some part of his unconscious knew something was going to happen. Perhaps it was just the simple fact that we knew it may be a while before we would see the other… if we would see the other again.

I am sure we would have found a way, if given the chance.

I didn’t want to let go of him that night. I had held him tight against me, my face buried in freshly dyed hair that I had helped him with.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have let go at all.

He had forgotten his coat in my hotel room. His pack of cigarettes too. Though I now wonder if that was intentional. An anchor. A reminder of him if the Lonely were to come for me. Perhaps it had already come. Perhaps its method was to simply consume my anchor.

I recall texting him, and he simply told me that I could give it back the next time we would meet.

You left his body unclaimed. Abandoned by the one he would have followed to help stop the end of the world.

I should not have let go.

I will not do so again.

As for your little Unknowing Ritual. Its basis has nothing to do with logic. It is meant to confuse and twist things unto the unreal.

You want to stop it? Shatter its fantasies with cold hard reality. The louder the better. Thorough destruction.

I am sure you can figure it out if you apply yourself. Perhaps your answer lies hidden in whatever storage unit Gerry had mentioned.

Now, if you will excuse me, I must find this so-called Catalogue. It was not where you said it would be.

Do not contact me further. It is for his sake that I do not hunt you down. The world can burn for all I care.

Instead, I simply leave you with this reminder: He wanted to trust you.

He was right not to.

Sincerely,

V. Masters

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Statement Ends

Well that was… certainly something. Perhaps I should have stayed in the states longer and investigated more of Chicago.

Ghosts. Halfas. The latter was not something I could find concrete evidence on. The name was familiar and I asked Martin to dig into some records, and it seemed as though Vlad Masters had indeed claimed Gerard’s… Gerry’s body.

Martin tried to find out more on Vlad Masters. It seems as though he was CEO of a large company and was based in Wisconsin. It appears that he suddenly went missing sometime last month, in June. It was linked to several other disappearances of that of old college colleges of his and their children. Apparently his work revolved around a new energy source based on this ‘ectoplasm’.

Research about that seems to have a lot of missing records. At most, anything that survives at this time were written by those missing colleagues, Jack and Maddie Fenton. They were from Amity Park, Illinois and it seems they all vanished as well. 

There was reports of something called a Phantom. Perhaps that is a Lonely Avatar.

Anything other leads we have tried to follow seem to turn up cold. I could go back and search Vlad's home for more clues, but I have a feeling it would just be another dead (heh) end.

Perhaps the Lonely did finally get to him.

I suppose I could look into that storage unit angle. See what this key goes to. I’ll ask Martin and Melanie to help me look into it as well.

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[yetanothergreyjedi]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast), Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Danny Fenton, Trevor Herbert, Julia Montauk, Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton Summary:

Trevor Herbert and Julia Montauk decide to stay with old allies, the Fenton family. They won't have an issue if they use a backroom to let the Archivist talk to (thoroughly trapped) ghosts. Then the Archivist went and stole the book and the youngest Fenton. It's going to take a while to catch up.

This is a collection of random stories following the Archive's newest intern. I'll try to keep it somewhat chronological.

[sykloni]

DP x The Magnus Archives

13. Captured by characters of another media

No physical kidnapping happens here, but there's certainly the implication of being trapped.

[hello-eden]

TMA X DP Crossover

I have fallen down the Magnus archives rabbit hole and have decided to merge it with DP.

Jonathan Sims is Dan.

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The GIW tried to purge everything of  ectoplasm. The first person they captured was Dan. This ends up with Sam, Valerie, Tucker, Jazz and Danny all being taken by the GIW to experimentation to try and ‘cure’ them.

 Vlad goes off the deep end after Maddie gives up her own son to be experimented on. Thinking Danny's dead he takes up cloning again as a way to not be the only halfa.

It takes a while but Dani/Elle  gets word of what happened and stages of Breakout. They all end up regrouping at Vlad's which makes them realize what happened.

A fight ensues giving the GIW time to find them especially with emotions powering ectoplasm. With no option left the three end up going through Vlad's portal to the ghost Zone.

Unfortunately GIW catches them about to go through and fire at the portal which then makes it unstable that they get sent to a different dimension instead of a portal to the ghost zone.

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They all end up in the TMA universe with Dani/Elle, Dan and all the other clones reverted to a core state.  they're all very confused and  their power is still Haywire. their Dimension is still connected to the ghost zone though the people overseeing it are the fear entities which are the only way to get back.

they don't become avatars nor do they realize what is going on. Their main priority is fixing Dani/Elle and Dan. They find out for a while that Danny, as the closest one with DNA, can incubate the cores without him into a hibernation-like state.

Due to their situation they are not actually able to keep Dan Elle/Dani and the clones after a certain amount of time some of it being resources, some of it being trauma and another part is having too many of them together is causing certain people to come out after them. 

Ellie goes off with Sam after they realize this and Dan is sent off with Tucker.

Tucker makes friends with an older lady who was unable to have kids and when Tucker dies due to a supernatural incident. he is left in her care.

Everything is mostly the same except for in the background Danny is continuing to incubate the cores and the rest of the group are with him. 

Due to the nature of their powers they are hiding from the fear entity cults. Jon/dan has No idea his background due to his grandmother dying before she tells him.

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Valerie later goes off  with one of the Clones to raise them and ends up being killed by one of the Cults that are trying to steal power for a ritual.

This leads the Clone(Atlas)To try and find any of their family and stop the cult that killed Valerie. 

Jon did a DNA test in uni which then pops up for Atlas when they try to figure out their family. Valerie didn't quite tell them their history but made vague mentions of the fact that they were not an only child and that the power is biological.

There are 8 kids including Dan and Ellie but only about 3 pop up in the DNA test.

 Atlas then tries to get into contact with his siblings. The easiest one to get in contact with is Jon due to the ability to give statements as well as a social media post from his promotion telling Atlas where he is.

Atlas pops up just before the season 1 finale or somewhere in season 2 when Jon's in his paranoia spiral.

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If anyone wants to write anything about this I would be eternally grateful. this has been stuck in my head for the past 3 days.

[the-random-phan]

For my "Danny universe hops to TMA and Elias hires him on the spot" AU

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At first glance, Michael Distortion probably looks a lot like a ghost...

(Set at the end of MAG 47, "The New Door")

Bonus after the fact;

[redhoneysugarorange]

I raise you the following ideas for more crossovers:

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Danny Phantom and Genshin impact?

Danny and Hutao would get on like a house on fire. But then if she finds out he's not only half dead but also never received a proper grave, it'll be a great set up for angst and fluff as hutao prepares him an actual funeral and burial ritual.

I think he'd feel nauseous around Chongyuns (in sorry If I mispellsd his name) but because he's half human and also a different kind of ghost (ectoplasm based rather than energy) the pure yang energy doesn't effect him as much.

I feel like around Quiqui Danny would be able to help her with her memory problem. A dab of ecto here, some ectoice from the far frozen there, and she would be remembering much more. After all, the half dead need to stick together. I feel like Chichi and Baizhu would love a visit to the Far Frozen to learn medicine from the Yetis, and perhaps learn how to heal illnesses they never thought possible.

The traveler would relate to being a fellow traveler from a different world. Perhaps the traveler once visited Danny's home dimension, and thus they can talk about changes and what they miss about home. Danny would offer to help find The Traveler's sibling, but even Danny doesn't have that power. I feel like Danny would also have trouble from the unknown god when trying to leave.

This is not to mention the several other ghosts, spirits, demons, and other such remnants of the past that are all over Teyvat. Imagine that Danny's presence, or maybe a portal, would end up leaking ecto into the surroundings and result in the ectofying of several dead and evil things. Chaos across the land, Xiao would be beyond pissed at this ghost boy who brought back so much of the evil Xiao and his fellow yakshas spent their lives to wipe off the surface. But this also has the capability of bringing in some of the more beloved deaths. Teppei, The Salt God, Xiao's Yaksha family, Ei's sister and friends.

I also feel as though Danny could definitely tame one of the ruin machines, or at least make some mischief with them.

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Danny Phantom and Marvel?

Damn we got this kid with parents who have super mad scientist vibes, it wouldn't take much to drop him off into the hands of a marvel character.

Bruce Banner? Would vibe with Danny "my parents made a portal to some sort of afterlife" Fenton. Bruce would be so angry and saddened when he learns the fact Danny died due to lax safety protocols. If you want make ectoplasm radioactive and bam another thing they can bond over. I feel like they could learn a lot from each other. Danny could introduce him to Cujo, like "hey my dog does that to!" and Bruce would be intrigued to watch Cujo go from cute puppy to hulking giant dog.

Tony Stark? If earlier on, Would say he's not fit to be a father, end up agreeing to being Danny's mentor, and yet would still end up being a protective dad anyway. He would bring well needed structure in Danny "I'll sleep when I'm dead - oh wait" Fenton's life. Would be so much more stressed 24/7. If later on, Danny would get along well with his daughter I think, and would do his best to figure out where the souls that got snapped went. None of them ended up in the infinity realms, and tha should not be possible. So where did they go?

Danny would meet Vision and go "oh cool, a never born" and would end up explaining the concept of souls formed in ths infinity realms, and how their are spirits there who are simply formed through emotions. I feel like if you snuck in a "like you, your soul was formed from love, appreciation, and steady acknowledge as being human" vision would be so overwhelmed and happy.

Danny in Space with Star Lord and his crew? Oh hell yeah. Get space Core Danny in their and you'll get a crew of Allen's baffled at this human child with no sense of danger who won't seem to stay dead.

"Starlord, how do human children work? Are they supposed to be able to go through solid material?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?"

"you're a human and you used to be a child!"

"AND????"

Captain America? Danny could casually remark something like "oh I lost a lot of respect for America when they declared my species non sentient and ordered the death of all of us" and just completely fuck some shit up.

Black Widow? Here's this kid, that unlike her own assassin upbringing, was raised to be a normal American. This child, he agreed to fight not because he was raised to, nor was he one of those young heroes ready to fight alongside other heroes for the wonder of being a hero. No, this child chose to do this, because he felt obligated to. He felt obligated to, because despite it being his parents mistake he himself was the one to turn on the portal. Danny was also the only one capable of fighting the ghosts that began to haunt their town for a long time, fighting not to kill but to contain. This child even grew to understand his enemies, and fight alongside them when needed. He had gone through so many changes through both his powers in his ghost form and his mental state in his human. All Natasha could give him at this point was some training, which he desperately needs.

Why didn't he have a mentor? Oh? Your godfather is like you and wanted to kill your dad, marry your mom, and make you his son/ his mentee? You learned some things from encounters with him where he's hurt and electrocuted you? He's cloned you in an attempt to coerce you into an obedient child for him to father, and you had to watch almost all of your clones (except for one, apparently named Dani with an I) melt in front of you when it didn't work out in Vlad's favor?

Oh. Oh Natasha had someone to kill. Even if that fucker won't die he'll pay.

That's all I can think of right now, I have more fandom ideas but my fingers are tired of typing.

Bruh yall fam I love Danny Phantom crossovers

Like hes so easy to plop in other universes

The idea hes in Miraculous Ladybug and gets akumatized and just talks to hawkmoth. Dudes stuck with this 14-16year old kid cause the bug wont/can’t get out. Kid please im trying to work stfu. Ok yes yes my fault for trying to use you in my evil plot hut it’s 4 am and I have a big meeting in the morning. Kinda shit. That or Ladybug thinks hes an akuma when hes Phantom snd doesn’t trust shit he has to say.

Mcu? Hawkeye getting another kid. Ironman finding out parenting is easy wtf is wrong with people. Captain America finding out parenting is hard someone help him. Bucky just chillin. Thor throwin hands. Loki 🤝 Danny

Fnaf? Dudes a dope security guard and befriends all the animatronics. Or hes just a dead kid haunting the place who befriends the DCA. Who probably don’t like him at first cause hes a dirty rule breaker. But a kids a kid man.

Saiki K? Do yall think Danny could clock Saiki? 20$ says Danny head empty so Saiki thinks hes either like him or like Nenduo and avoids him either way.

RWBY? Ozpin son and defence squad. Too easy next.

Soul Eater? Hell yes fuck yes. Bruh don’t need no one and is topping the charts as worst student ever cause he aint collecting one soul. Helping those fuckers move on. Oh now hes expelled. Well you can’t expels him sir hes walking out. Next new villain cause hes saving those souls you sick fucks. Oh yea these are bad people? Well doesn’t mean they should be used to give you a fucking one up. His own soul has been used to power a country and that shit sucked. No one deserves to have their own being used like that. Wtf (souls arent the same here danny smh you are starving some poor kids probably idk I have t seen the show in ages)

Honestly idk how I would put him in SAO? He would just win?

Psych? Yea hes called in a tip and everyone is sus about him like with how they are about Shawn. So fuck it. Plays it up. Holy shit a ghost! Shawn is going thru it in here cause ghosts arent real right? Gus probably making Shawn take a break from cases cause hes clearly lacking sleep. Though didn’t Gus believe in ghosts??? Lassiter actually ends up liking the kid. Pranking Shawn is just a bonus. Karen knows.

Doctor who? Again too easy next.

DC? Adopt him adopt him adopt him adopt him. No matter which dc character is it they gonna adopt. Unless it’s Joker cause he dies on sight.

MHA? Bruh still getting adopted by someone.

Why is Danny so adoptable???

Put that fucker in warrior cats and bluestar is gonna come fukin running

[gammija]

HI HI CAN I JUST SAY I have fallen in love with your art style and ALL of your posts on Instagram are making me actually lose my mind. I need more tma x dp for my soul. There aren't that many fics with this crossover, but I thought I'd come by here to suggest "What Comes After" by UnluckyAlis, I think you'll like it! 👀💞 Thank you for making such fantastic art<3

waaaa thanks so much!!! 🥰🥰🥰

i honestly dont have ideas for what a true crossover would be, i just rlly enjoy doing tma drawings in that style - i mean, one of my favorite dp fanon ideas has always been that the ghosts do what they do because they feed on human emotions, fear in particular. im fact, before tma, i had been mulling over a dp au of sanders sides in which 'guy feeds on fear and is conflicted about it' was a p big plot point... and that's the month I started listening to magnus :)

Thanks for the fic rec! im not reading a lot of tma fic anymore but just by coincidence, i already read What Comes After. it's rlly good so far, hopefully ill like their jonmartin characterization when they appear

[aph-mable]

Danny phantom x The Magnus Archives story idea;

Alright so my brain is deciding to bug me about this one so I'm going to share it all with you.

At least what ive been finding Dp x TMA community doesn't get enough content so I'm adding to it, how you may ask?

By making Wes Weston one of the main characters is how.

Sure you can go with Jazz or Danny as workers at the archives or even persons of interest, but you can make things do much more interesting with Wes.

Because what is Wes most known for in the phandom? Being a stalker, going out of his way to prove Danny is Phantom, trying to dig up as much information as possible about the Fentons to the point its a running joke, he is a journalist, someone who goes out and face the supernatural! He would be the best candidate to work at The Magnus Archives.

If not that route then make him related to Jon or Martin in some way then. He obviously got the trait of seeking knowledge even when no one believes him, despite even living in a town filled with ghosts.

Maybe he goes in for an interview for report his findings, maybe his family is related to someone else from the Archives, hell he could be in charge of opening a branch in Amity Park to make things more interesting.

So for those interested in a DP x TMA fanfic or crossover use Wes Weston because he deserves to be called out for his obsession of finding out the truth and used as an actual character point.

[alumbianchronicler]

A Post for Pinning

Hello! I'm Alumbian or Astrala.

This blog is a mix of writing, fandom, crafts, and sometimes science. My current hyper-focuses are Danny Phantom and Moon Knight.

My Ao3: AlumbianChronicler

My website (for my published novel!): Website!

Other links and references to be added as I think of them.

Current WIPs:

No Laughing Matter: Crossover: dpxdc Status: Tumblr/Ao3; 5/? chapters

Danny inhales Joker Gas and rampages across Gotham before being brought down by Blood Blossom extract. Now, everyone has to live with the aftermath. Whump.

Zombie Prince: Crossover: dpxdc Status: Ao3; 5/? chapters

Danny finds a freshly-revived Jason, having just dug himself out of his own grave, and brings him back to the Realms to recover as a Halfa. Meanwhile, Danny decides to make Bruce Wayne's mental health his personal project.

Phantom Moon: Crossover: dp x Moon Knight Status: Ao3; 6/12 chapters

Danny seeks refuge in the Midnight Mission. Moon Knight takes the GIW choice of attire personally.

Tears of the Infinite Realms: Crossover: dp x LoZ TotK Status: Ao3; 2/? chapters; awaiting concurrent game playthrough

Worried for the fate of his world and kingdom, the First King of Hyrule requests aid from the Ghost King for the Sacred Champion.

Target: Unregistered: Crossover: dpxdc Status: Tumblr/Ao3; 1/? chapters; secondary burner

Danny has been held within a top secret experimental facility controlled by Ra's al Ghul since he was 14. He has finally managed to free himself, and now needs to find somewhere he can feel safe.

L'appel du Vide: Crossover: dp x TMA Status: Ao3; 1/? chapters

The Fear Entities have been expunged from the world, and find themselves in an in-between space, outside of any particular reality. The Crowning of an Infinite King looms, which Jon is sure can be no good news for the young man known as Phantom.

Going Batty:

Crossover: dpxdc Status: Ao3; 1/? chapters

Having been severely injured, Danny reverts to a less complex form to recover. Cue Robin on patrol, finding a small, black and white bat huddling against one of Gotham's grotesques. He can't just leave the poor creature out here with winter approaching, and this is obviously a non-native species. He'll take care of it until he can figure out who may be smuggling animals into Gotham.

Sleep When I'm Dead: Crossover: dpxdc Status: Unposted

John Constantine is dead. Finally. Now to find out what would happen when his soul comes up for Claim… Except apparently there's a new Infinite King who just so happens to have inherited his soul.

I am Become Death: Crossover: dpxdc Status: Tumblr; 1/? chapters

In an attempt to make a backup plan for if Superman goes Dark, Batman has Constantine summon the only Entity known to defeat the dark version of the Man of Steel, a world-destroyer called Phantom. There's no way this could go wrong.

They'll find us (in a week): Crossover: None currently, DP only Status: Unposted

A mysterious disease is sweeping through ecto populations, causing ecto-entities to become lethargic and unable to fulfill their Obsessions, leaving them slowly-starving and Fading husks. Only Halfas seem resistant, and thus starts a race against time to find a cure.

[fuckthisappinparticular]

There's next to no Danny Phantom and Teh Magnus Archives crossover! I think that's sad, so I'm thinking of writing one, but I have no single clue. About anything.

Like, yeah, the ghost zone or infinite realms or whatever is a great "somewhere else" for Martin and John, we have them both in one place and with all their trauma and arcs in place (if I write, I want it to be about healing, not inflicting more damage! Not that that's likely to happen...), so it might be better, because their characters are pretty figured out.

So the placement is pretty clear. Both of them, lost, afraid, angry and deeply in love, lost in a scary green place reminiscent of just another fear realm. Maybe Jon's connection to the eye is lost? Maybe he not only has that connection but all the dread powers living nearly rent free in his head all the time? Nearly because maybe he gets cool powers. What about the world they left behind? Do they want to get back? Their former friends and the former avatars, are they involved or did they leave all that behind?

Then we have the trio. Is Danny the ghost king and feels responsible for these two traumatised disasters? Maybe Jon and his powers scare him? Being known and not accepted by his parents, the ghost or the town, heck even himself is one of his biggest fears, right? Maybe the three are just figuring themselves and their relationship out and try to (not successfully) distract themselves?

Is Jazz involved, trying to help these two, but failing and feeling her own limits harshly? Or are they maybe not even letting anyone close, for pretty obvious reasons?

On one hand, I think Jon would actually be the one to be positive towards Danny in some shape or form, because, I imagine, he projects not only on all the scared and desperate children in the apocalypse (whose fears he could feel all the time and he didn't even have the mental capacity to feel empathy towards them? WHAT THE FUCK?), but also on himself as a child. A traumatic experience shaping an otherwise neglected and hated child's life? That child seems obviously already in need of help? (Be it queer and/or neurodivergent, Danny needs more accomodations in his life, at least in my head).

On the other hand, Martin has already been shown to react with anger or manipulation as defense mechanism against unknown or feared variables, even if they're children. I think he would have outgrown the murder we saw with Callum Brodie, but he stated himself that he would be willing to do nearly everything to keep Jon safe and with him, especially in an environment he perceives as dangerous. Martin would be a Problem. Sam and Tucker would also react negatively, Sam because she sometimes has an issue with generalisations and having troubles changing her mind, once she has an opinion, Tucker because he deals heavily in knowing the enemy and keeping his patterns and would be scared if both aren't available. It's a fact both Jon and Martin would be difficult to read after all their time, especially since communication wasn't the focus during the apocalypse, and the fact that both are from a different dimension with a completely different timeline and no other records would freak him out. It's not ghost, but is it human?

I just realized, I fleshed this out way more than I thought I did. Huh. Who would have thought?

Might add more later, or maybe even start writing it? Who knows. Not me.

[jackalspine]

By fanart I mean WIPs that would’ve never otherwise seen the light of day ::D

First one is a rough of Jon’s skincare kidnapping, second one is uhh dp x tma crossover thing but I forgot what I was going to do, third one is archival gang shenanigans, last one is Jon using The Beholding as a late night rabbit hole Wikipedia binge and Martin smacking him bc he can’t sleep bc the luminescent discharge from THE VESSAL OF MILLIONS OF YEARS OF VISCERAL, PRIMAL, ELDERICH FEAR PASSING THROUGH the eyes of his bf is bothering him like luv turn it off or I’ll put towel over ur head

Heybitch hey wanna see all of my TMA fanart from last year that I never posted!!! ?

[yetanothergreyjedi]

So, you saw your ending... Cool! Did you blink?

Danny Phantom x The Magnus Archives Crossover

Chapter 1

"Story of Daniel James Fenton" Allison wrote at the top of the page. The typewriter drummed in the near silence, the boy in the chair across from her gulped.

"You aren't with any institutions right? I don't want—"

"No." She assured, "I'm a StoryKeeper, not the Archivist."

"Okaaaay, I just want to make sure that—"

"No Hunters." She said, typing the line under the title. His eyes widened in confusion, then understanding, but he didn't ask.

"My parents are Hunters," He told her, whether by choice or because the compulsion had begun, it didn't matter. This StoryKeeper typed along. "Not great ones, but I think that's because of the prey, not because they're bad at hunting...

"They like ghosts, War-ghosts mostly, but they're not picky about it. As long as it's not completely tangible and used to be a living person it's good enough for them. The problem is that you can't really make a ghost feel fear, or, uh, a Hunter can't... not normally... but I'm getting ahead of myself.

"They never really gave themselves to it, to the Thing that Wants the Chase. So for a long time my sister and I just thought they were crazy. Then, when I was fourteen, they built this thing. They called it a portal, but it was really just this big electrical hazard tunnel in the basement. And I of course, waited until they'd left it alone and went to check it out..." He paused for a moment, pain suddenly lacing his face.

"I'm not telling you more about that." He snapped. Then spead through the next few words so this StoryKeeper had to focus on typing instead of the compulsion. "Not the details. I will tell you, it killed me, and I wasn't ready. So when there was a choice, I took it.

"My friends were there, they managed to revive me just before the ambulance got there..."

He hesitated again, fighting to keep the story in the direction he wanted it to go, she let him even if she wished he'd tell both tales.

"My parents blamed the ghosts. And that's how it really started. They started hunting a lot more, and war ghosts don't really run away much. They don't fear being hunted, but they do fear ending. So mom and dad do the same old same old, ghosts get scared of me, they give chase, the world has one less mindless killer and fast food is more satisfying on the way home. All fun and games, right? Well it has been, but ghosts stopped have being enough for either of us... they want to go find other monsters and they don't realize that I'm not the same thing as they are. These things already have bargains that I'm not supposed to interfere with... that I can't interfere with. And not all of them... not all of us are trying to be evil...

"They're supposed to be having these friends come over, to show us the ropes or something. I have this feeling that they're going to take one look at me and Know. So uh, that's why I'm here. I thought, maybe if The Thing that Sees has already seen me, that maybe it will let me be..."

He laughed suddenly. "But it's not like it matters is it. What's the worse that could happen? I die? Again?"

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Yes, I did post this twice, I'm trying a little experiment. See, earlier I just posted the Ao3 link, and it has gotten very little traction... I think it's cause it was just a link and no hook. So I'm posting the first chapter and we'll see if that does better. Or it yall just prefer other crossovers. I'm curious!

Ao3

[the-random-phan]

DP x TMA

Peter Lukas really should've been more careful with the fog jumpscares, especially first thing in the morning.

(Set sometime during season 4)

Danny is so violent in this AU. Literally any avatar shows up and it is On Sight XD

[the-random-phan]

DP x TMA

Danny wants special effects too!

Set during no specific episode/canon moment, sometime around season 4-5

[the-random-phan]

"Danny (Fenton/Phantom) punching Avatars because he doesn't have his ghost powers in TMA" part 2! (electric boogaloo)

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The sight of Nikola probably uncovers some old memories...

(Set during MAG 119)

[the-random-phan]

DP x TMA

Set during MAG 39

Danny would probably be strangely calm during the whole worm incident...

(Though no doubt screaming internally. He just has a good poker face in these kinds of situations)