#Ectoberhaunt trick

[al-n-cartoons]

Witchcraft.

The call of the Void. 

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[fentoaster]

Ectoberhaunt Day 22: Portal Shenanigans

any fans of Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective in the chat? No? Just me? haha ok

ghost trick is on the brain and I have to make that everyone else's problem now

[sheepheadfred]

Ectoberhaunt Day 9: Fall

Summary: Right on the heels of that ghost pirate ship raid and subsequent rescue of their parents, school feels off with some pretty notable people treating him quite differently. Though the only person who hasn't yet caught on is the object of all their affections and attention, Danny Fenton.

direct continuation of [day 8]

(5 times someone started acting weirdly/caught feelings +1 time they all came together and Danny realizes what's been going on)

AO3 link

Dash:

Fenton was actually kind of cool last night! What is this world coming to?

But also humble? He wouldn't accept any compliment and while Dash gets it, but c'mon! He got all of them to fight a ghost pirate crew and soloed the captain. That has to mean something to him!

...

Right?

Fuck! Now Fenton has him concerned. Made such an impression it kind of feels wrong to use his usual demeaning nicknames for him, too.

He can't get it out of his head. That Fenton taking his aggression out on that ghost was a little hot. He's not supposed to feel like this! He's probably just concerned it will be turned on him next!

Yeah, that must be it!

Fenton is so scrawny, of course he'd be worried! He's able to do all of that while still being such a stick of a person. It also feels wrong, though, with how badly he takes care of himself. He's badass but too skinny. Dash wonders if it's because of whatever freaky stuff goes on at that house with his freaky parents. His sister never seemed to have that issue, after all! But he really doesn't know anything about their home lives to know for sure.

Besides his sister was the total package with beauty and brains so, why is he more drawn to the wimp? That's not how it's supposed to go!

Is he really a wimp if he's just hiding what he can do and chooses not to use it?

Maybe if he got him healthier this feeling would go away? Worth a shot at least. He can last in a fight working on adrenaline but what about day to day? No wonder he hates gym!

At school, though, old habits threatened to resurface even as they felt wrong.

Slamming his hand right next to Fenton's head to block him in, he belatedly realized their positions looked a lot like that 'kabedone' (?) pose Paulina fantasizes about. Mainly with Phantom. He just stands there as his brain resets, face on fire, as Fenton just looked at him. A face journey going from surprised to fearful to annoyed and now to worry and concern.

"Uh, Dash? If this is supposed to be a 'congratulatory' beating or something to get back into the swing of things, can you get it over with before class? ... Ooor not? I get last night was wild but, like, maybe you need the nurse? I'm just... gonna... gooooo then?" the nerd rambled before he could fully process any of his words and then bailed when he didn't answer fast enough.

Lame

His concerned gaze and strained smile as Dash stood there caught him off guard.

Of course the loser with freaky parents acted like that. He must be making fun of me! No other reason he's making me feel like this! Gotta be a trick!

Trying to logic it out to himself or not, it's hard to deny that he shouldn't be concerned over him with how Dash has treated him. His undeserved kindness continues to shine though only now he can see it for what it is no matter how hard he tries to reason it to be something else. Something more acceptable to the people around him. Despite the hope starting to burn in him.

In class, he tosses a protein shake at Fenton's head and unsurprisingly, at least now anyway, he caught it.

"Fenton, if you do those crazy stunts all the time you might as well bulk up!"

Confused but seemingly thankful, he just nods before turning to the front as the teacher walked in. Both electing to ignore what happened earlier.

HA! He took it! My job is done.

If only he could convince his heart of that.

Is this how he's always felt or is it just starting? Did he start because the grown ups deemed it ok and never stopped him? Or was it just pressure from home? Or all of it? He's afraid to know the answer.

Paulina:

Dash has been acting weird. And not the fun kind of weird. First, he kabedon'ed Fenton and then he offered one of his protein shakes? Not just the generic kind, the good stuff he usually keeps to himself, too!

She decides to interrogate him during lunch with the rest of their group of friends. Still, she can sort of understand why even if her heart belongs to Phantom.

Even if Fenton did have a charm to his dorky side and can be attentive and kind. And brave.

He never shows that last quality most of the time anyway.

Didn't he not want credit out of fear of being forced to only have that life?

Like most boys in this school, he is clearly into her but as time went on he didn't let it control him.

So he has better self control than a lot of their peers, so what?

Nevermind that 'loser', her friend is off and it's time to get him to talk. Or at least distract him if he's not ready. It's usually the latter knowing him and the pressure he puts on himself.

On top of it being school hours.

"I can't get it out of my head," Dash confessed to her, "But, like, why do I find Fenton hot?"

She knows Fenton's friends act as his guard dogs sometimes for one reason or another. And Manson would sooner wear pink than let it happen for either of them.

All she could do was pat his arm as she turned away, not wanting to admit she feels the same.

Valerie:

Damn!

That bullshit from last night still pisses her off!

First that earbleedingly bad music gets blasted everywhere. Then, and then! It turns out to be an evil plan by the no good ghosts and not just some cruise! Phantom didn't even show like the fake he is! And, while she knows this is not the worst part is feels the most humiliating, a good chunk of their grade level invaded Fentonworks for a party without inviting Fenton or her. Her, she can understand, but he lives there. That's just cruel!

And yet, he still somehow got them to listen to his plan.

She is admittedly still impressed.

It was fun to fight with him. He even gave her a name to go by! She never cared about a vigilante name of her own before but it feels special.

Helps that he's cute, too.

Goth girl refuses to make a move and Valerie might if she doesn't.

Dash and Paulina, too, now if how they've been acting is anything to go by. They did use to be her friends, so she still remembers their tells and hints.

And saw the 'Kabedon Incedent'. If he hasn't been such a bully she'd feel worse for him.

Even the rest of the week, they have been falling all over themselves in their own ways over him. At least Danny will willingly talk to her and they are kind of friends even when his friends don't approve. She hopes that they can all be friends one day, despite how hostile they can be.

"Hey, Danny. Anything crazy happen recently?"

"Nah, just the crazy amount of homework."

"Mr. Lancer didn't assign much this week?"

"I have late assignments and keep having to redo them. Mostly from my parents inventions making a mess everywhere. Not to mention running from ghost attacks, my bag gets singed at times just for being my bag."

"Oof, I see what you mean there!"

The two share a laugh before splitting up.

He's always been fun to talk to. At least after I started giving him a chance. Was I just too stuck up and angry to see this side of him, before?

Sam:

Sam was feeling pretty good about herself!

Bringing back quality music to this town and kicking some ghost butt using those dumb records as scratching boards.

Seeing Danny in the lead like that, getting even the likes of Dash to listen, was really cool.

The fact that even Valerie showed up was very unexpected. But you know how it goes, plans never go unscathed upon contact with the enemy and all. Probably for the best, anyway, that Danny didn't bring out Phantom if she was already on her way.

At least they seem to be starting to see how cool he truly is.

Sam did not like that Danny hung out with Valerie given she tries to kill him when he's Phantom. And yes, that is the only reason!

Stop asking!

Doesn't help that 'pretty in pink' and 'Mr. Angry Issues' keep trying to butt in. She was busy being the ammo in the skies disrupting their broadcast! All she knows is that Danny went feral on Youngblood's ass and now the two seem to be tripping all over themselves around him. Being 'nice' like they actually care. She'll believe they've changed for the better when she sees it. Because right now it seems like they're only doing this to flirt with him! And just!

She's not possessive, she just doesn't want her friend to get hurt is all!

At least that is all she will let herself believe.

Stop denying you want him to look at you like that...

Tucker:

That was awesome!

They got to fight and even win against those pirate ghosts as just kids with Fenton gear!

Too bad Danny couldn't be Phantom at all, though. That was the main reason he had to deactivate the ghost shield. They made it work without Phantom anyway.

Valerie showing up was the least expected thing, though. He thought she had a night off or something? There were so many adults he's not sure if her dad was there in the crowd.

Guess ghost hunting means no time off after all. Kind of like us. Except she wants to get rid of my best friend permanently and doesn't even know it. My guy is a bit too forgiving sometimes.

His best bro has been getting so confused that everyone is nicer to him since the raid they did on the pirate ship. Like his bravery or badassery leading and fighting with them wasn't amazing! Like his feralness to switch to kindness and jokes right after wasn't charming or endearing.

Like its that hard to believe people like him more now that they see more of what he can do and who he is besides the son of the town loons who just so happened to be right about this one thing.

His plan didn't end in public destruction or excess harm. Unlike when his parents go after a ghost or when a ghost tosses him around and he gets blamed for it!

He can be very mad on his bro's behalf because Danny won't be. He's always simmering under the surface for the injustice his friend deals with. Tucker knows Sam is, too. She's just louder about it while he tends to silently judge more often than not.

But he can see why some of them have started to catch feelings for him, even if most are in denial about it. Sam included. Like the queen of denial, holy shit!

As always its up to the best friend to get everyone on the same page.

After all, he has always liked his best friend even if its slowly became platonic but romantic love for him, too. He just wants his bro happy and he's the only one who can see Danny can be with all of them, platonic or romantic. Now he just needs to get through to everyone else, too.

Here's to hoping I survive this intervention.

(+1) Danny:

Man, Danny feels so much better after taking his aggression on Youngblood and those other pirates! Too bad Ember got away, but hopefully that means she wont show back up again for a while.

He just hopes people won't treat him too differently.

Don't get him wrong. He's grateful they helped keep it a secret with how fast they all hid the evidence, but he knows that's partially to save their own skins from their parents and gain his parents' attention.

Getting to fight by Valerie's, or he supposed now it'd be 'Red's, side without even a hint of her trying to shoot him was even better than getting to be Phantom. Though, he only couldn't be Phantom because she showed up.

Good thing, too. Had it been anyone else they'd be dead. At least He's already half way there and has a transformation.

But she has been warming up to Phantom at least, he thinks.

Fighting by Dash's side as an equal is something he never could have guessed would be so rewarding. He hasn't even threatened to beat him up since then!

He thinks?

Dash keeps giving him these weird shakes and powders, talking about working his muscles in what he thinks is supposed to be encouragement. He's been bullied for so long by him that he really can't tell if it's a prank. Still does it anyway because Dash keeps looking at him and he is very unsure if refusing would gain his ire. Especially when he started doing this.

As time moves on, he becomes more settled into this new normal. The kids who were there had enough social sway that he was able to get his grades up with some good tutoring and some good extra credit. His attendance still hurt but they were able to explain it as his parents wanted him to partake in ghost hunting, too! Not the whole truth but a great cover as no one will want to talk to his parents to confirm. It's like the cool kids have been taking 'nice lessons'.

Dash has been helping him build muscle, so now his human form isn't so weak that he can barely catch his breath just after a jog around the block... Or for when his powers are blocked in some way. Those weird shake things have been helping, too. Something safe to eat when the meat at home usually reanimates and they still have the ecto-weenies guarding the fridge, consuming almost anything put in there from ectoplasmic samples to fresh groceries.

Paulina has been strangely nice as well. She hasn't even made weird comments about or hit on him as Phantom as much. She gave him some make up tips when ghosts fights got bad enough he had bruises in human form once turning back. And he's kind of into it! It's fun playing with make up in a way he never expected like this. They now have a nail night where they work on each other's nail art and do facials together. They do it once a month together now. Star shows up when she can but sometimes it's hard to make all three schedules work with how busy school is and all the constant ghost attacks. During their hang outs she sometimes even calls him cute! That's so nice of her. Such a good friend compliment! He can tell because shes not using her mean or fake nice voice while saying it!

He and Valerie continue to grow closer as she teaches him some of her martial arts and encourages him to blather about space. He hugged her out of sheer excitement that he has someone else he can gush over his favorite thing to. Things are so much better between them now, even with her dislike of Phantom. They even teamed up together during Pariah's invasion a little bit ago as their alter egos and she offered him the chance to use the mech suit his parents made as Fenton. Though, she did threaten Phantom to make sure 'Danny' came back safely. Well, both him as Phantom and as Fenton to be safe. He could only promise to do his best given everything.

He's so glad she gave him a chance and he her. He first started offering her companionship out of guilt, but he has grown to truly care about her. His friends don't seem as hostile towards her anymore and now they all even hang out sometimes.

Sometimes Dash and Paulina are even in their friendly hang outs as well, old hostilities are forgotten or put aside, and he is thriving.

Sam still is her usual, prickly self. But it seems like she realized something about herself and others lately or something. Shes been getting along better with the other girls and seems to have come to an understanding of sorts with them. At least he thinks so. Danny is not entirely, sure but at least she has other things to do than get into another meat and veggies debate with Tucker. He hates having to meditate those!

And where would he be without his best of best bros? Tucker has always been his rock. Their whole lives he has been his closest companion practically since he would walk. He's always so chill and smart and skilled with his hands and just. He is grateful he remains in his life.

Or maybe half life? Let's not think about that right now.

Danny thinks he's starting to catch feelings for all his friends, not fully platonic feelings. And not just the girls and not just the new or old. But all five of his closest friends! Is he supposed to choose? He has too much love in his heart and fondness for them all at this point that it would hurt to forsake any of them like that.

Do they even feel the same way?

Would it be worth it?

He has new friends and they are all getting along now.

So why should he ruin such a nice thing for himself?

He was worrying about it so much that it worried the others and he didn't even notice.

Tucker grabbed his hand, dragging him out of his head.

"Where are we going?"

"Your intervention this time, dude. We've all been getting worried. You're pulling away, man! We all have something to say to you together and you're not getting out of it. This could help, bro."

They made it to an empty classroom during lunch. Everyone he was having a crisis about all in one place!

How was this supposed to help?!

At his confused and increasingly distressed reaction, everyone decided to just lay it all out there. All of their feelings and that they don't want to lose him.

Danny starts to cry. He doesn't want to choose or lose any of them, either. He's so relieved and overwhelmed that he can't stop.

"You do have two hands, Danny," Tucker reassured him, "You can choose one of us or all if you want. Hell, it doesn't even have to be romantic! You absolute goofball!"

"Wha? That's a thing?! You can have more than one? Wouldn't that be cheating?"

His concern and confusion was sweet. He truly didn't know and didn't want to hurt any of them, after all.

This time, Paulina and Sam teamed up.

"Danny, you sweet, feral teenage boy," Sam begins, "it's not cheating if all parties are ok with it. It's all about consent and communication. We are the ones bringing it up."

"The goth is right, sweetie. We all talked about it before. And who knows, maybe some of us will work better as platonic partners, we can figure that out down the line. But we can give it a try if you want."

He gave a wet laugh and the sunniest smile in response.

"Yes! I'd love to try it with all of you. Hope we can make this work!"

This really is the happiest Danny has been! He was so worried he could lose a friend if he confessed and they all like him! And that having multiple partners is allowed if they know! And! And!

He rushes in to give them all a hug at the same time. A group hug with their special, feral little guy in the center. Like he is in their hearts.

Yeah, this did make me feel better. Tuck sure was right about that!

[squirrellysketches]

Ectoberhaunt Day 2: Robot and Dinosaur

TRICK OR TREAT

[lollystocks]

The New Kid

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 3: White Crow

Summary: Danny continues to mind his own business whist freaking out everyone around him with his mere existence.

A short "Cryptid Danny" fic, with a twist.

Words: 509

CW: mild horror, mild body horror

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"White Crow": a member of a group who is different from the rest. Elaya vorona (бе́лая воро́на) in Russian, kalāg-e sefīd (کلاغ سفید) in Persian. Similar to English's "Black Sheep".

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The New Kid was exceptionally unnerving.

Friendly enough, if one got the chance to talk to him - which was kinda rare. He was territorial and kept to himself which, fair enough. But he never really seemed interested in getting to know anyone.

But despite being, on the surface, a pretty normal New Kid, there was something very wrong with him.

No-one could put their fingers on it at first. And no-one liked to talk about it. Because how could you talk about…that?

His eyes, for one. A nice, normal, luminous green for the most part. But when he was tired, or distracted, they would… they’d dull. Lose all traces of light, and just go empty. They’d flicker back on as soon as you’d caught it, and one might chalk it up to a trick of the light. He’d smile a normal smile, and you’d forget you’d seen anything. Or maybe, try to forget.

His teeth, too. A perfectly average maw of razor-sharp fangs. But he covered his mouth with his hand when he smiled or laughed. If one looked beyond that, they might see - or rather, sense - a jaw of blunt, flat, incisors and molars. Prey’s teeth. Mortal teeth.

But prey shouldn’t fill you with such discomfort. Should it?

He was probably just developing his shapeshifting skills early. That was probably it.

Youngblood swore he’d seen him drift through a wall, once. In the Ghost Zone.

Youngblood was hardly a reputable news source.

All the same.

Then, then, there was his voice. How sometimes (always when he was tired or injured or distracted) he’d talk and his voice would just… dampen. Vanish into nothingness. No echo, or reverberation through the ectoplasm around him. Nothing to carry his words through to other ghosts. And, once, again, everything would reset, and he’d be a normal ghost.

There was a theme - moments of flatness, dullness, of disconnect. Moments of mortality.

The worst one was when he would breathe. He wouldn’t even hide it. After a territorial spar (which he took way too seriously) he’d float there, victorious, and his chest would expand and retract like some wet, dying thing. Bodies weren’t meant to move like that. Not after death.

And it wouldn’t be so bad if he was weak.

Freaks came and went. There was enough variety amongst ghostkind that any one, or even multiple of these things, could be brushed off.

But the New Kid was strong. Stronger than any of them. He’d been around for no time at all and defeated every one of them in combat, even the strongest of them. His abilities were coming in fast, too fast, and he had too many. No ghost should have a portfolio that large, and know how to use their new powers so well.

He got better with every fight. 

They were training him, without realizing. Feeding him.

But there’s the rub. To back off, to withhold from indulging in one’s Earthly Obsession, to bow to his obscenely large territory? The thought alone was obscene.

And what would be the repercussions?

[the-local-lurker]

Ectoberhaunt Day 17: Blood

Danny tries to find a reliable method to clean his ectoplasm contaminated blood from his clothes - there's a reason his parents always wear hazmat suits.

(748 words... and an illustration!) (a fair warning: it's probably not very good, I'm just trying to practice)

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It started out simple enough. He changed into his human form after a nasty fight and before he knew it, the side of Danny's t-shirt was soaked red with his blood, giving off strange green glints every now and then. Unfortunate, but not that bad. 

Or that's what he thought, until he tried to wash it and realized that nothing worked. Not the usual things he used, and not even the tricks he found on the internet. Soap, water, baking soda, soaking, hydrogen peroxide, bleach…

“Ah!” 

Bleach was a bit surprising.

Danny jerked his hand away from the sizzling brownish mess that was gradually eating away at the poor fabric of his favorite t-shirt, almost knocking over the white canister of bleach nearby with the sudden movement. Good thing that he had a few shirts like that. 

He shook his fingers, slightly reddened and stinging from where they came into contact with the substance. It took him about a second of watching it bubble and increase in volume to deem it a lost cause and to hurriedly stuff it into the ecto-waste bag from the lab, whatever material it was made from thankfully withstanding the corrosive effects of the chemicals. Despite his swift action, a few leftover bubbles made it onto the floor, and proceeded to pop almost immediately, leaving nothing but a few small indentations in the tiles. 

“… Man. I can't believe I use this thing regularly.” Danny mumbled, shooting a look at the canister. 

So, that is a bust then.

Shaking his head, he stood up and lifted it, he should put it back in its place. And get rid of that bag. 

The next morning, Danny frowned at his closet in irritation, looking at the splotchy stains visible on a couple of his t-shirts. He had four clean ones left, and a few on which the blood wasn't that noticeable or easily covered. One would think that with how fast he heals, this would be far less of a problem, but no. That would mean things going well for him for once and we can't have that.

... He'd have to get this figured out soon if he doesn't want to dodge even more questions, if only about why he suddenly insists on doing his laundry by himself.

Well, he'll think about it in school. Not much else he can do about it for now. He grabbed some clothes and quickly got ready. Shortly, he was leaving through the front door, yelling out a quick goodbye to no one in particular – it pleased him a little when he heard his parents respond from the basement – and headed out. 

The walk to school was uneventful, and it was kind of sad how this was becoming a reason to feel uplifted. By the time he stood before the looming building, he still had time to spare, perfect. 

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“It sucks. Better outcome–no effect, worse outcome–when I tried bleach, it got all corrosive.” Danny threw up his hands in frustration as he walked to class with Sam and Tucker. 

“Well, then you've got no other choice but to try random stuff until you discover something that works... What abooout… baking soda? Peroxide? Too obvious… lemon juice?” suggested Tucker, reading from his PDA.

“Nah, I tried all of that, among, like, twenty other things. I'm pretty sure there are literally no methods left,” answered Danny, sounding equal parts irritated and resigned.

“Even that detergent thing your parents made specifically for ectoplasm?” 

“Yep. That smudged it a little, I think, but it's not really enough to be useful,” 

“Have you tried stuff like sea salt or sage? Y'know, old school ghost purifying things? Might work on that too.” Shrugged Sam.

"I didn't. But that's..." Danny paused briefly, considering, before nodding: “that's worth a shot. Where do I get it?” 

Sam grinned. “I've got you covered. I'll bring it to school tomorrow. You better take some rubber gloves or something though. If it works, it's not a stretch to say that it'll work on your skin too."

“Got it. Thank you, Sam, you're a lifesaver.”

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What the hell, it works.

It took a few tries and combinations with other washing supplies, but finally, it works! 

Danny will have to remember to thank Sam again after he's done with this, the relief he felt when he saw the dark spot gradually smudge and lose its saturation was stronger than he'd care to admit.

No more worrying about this particular problem.

Good.

[ghostly-penumbra]

Ectoberhaunt/Ectober Week 2023. Day Twenty-nine

"Would you like to know how much time you have left?” Clockwork asked. The endless ticking in the lair had never sounded so ominous.

Ao3

“No, thanks.” Danny said simply, and resumed taking the cookies out of the oven.

“And why would that be, Daniel James Fenton? What marks you apart from all these others that would take the chance? All those other Daniels themselves?”

The halfa gave the Master of Time an unimpressed stare.

“Because I already learned that lesson, pop pop: it’s not how much time you have but what you do with that time.” He took a cookie and blew on it, lowering it to the perfect temperature. Before biting it, he side-eyed his mentor. “And I know a trick question when I hear one.”

Clockwork chuckled freely, ruffling Danny’s hair, and allowed his wide smirk to bloom.

[crocodilekanedy]

Ectoberhaunt 2024: Day 1 - Past, Present, & Future

Summary: Clockwork had never expected to find themself turning to Pariah for answers. But this was a matter meant for Ancient powers and Pariah was the oldest Power of them all.

Content Warnings: Minor Character Death/Murder, Migraines, Passing Out

They’d never been fond of the Sarcophagus, the hinges and carrys meant to hold back Time staring back at them tauntingly. Now those same grips were struggling to keep Power contained.

Pressing a hand against the prison, Clockwork closed their eyes and concentrated. Entering Power’s domain was never easy. A slimy sensation washed over Clockwork as they disentangled themselves from time, the process just as painful now as it had always been. Blinking back the oncoming headache Clockwork could finally open their eyes and look into the landscape of the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep.

It was vast, the wide open night sky casting little light on the soft rolling hills that decorated the area. In the distance they could see Pariah, leaning against one of the few trees present. Floating slowly Clockwork carefully approached their fellow Ancient, stopping a few feet from the lounging ghost and taking in his missing armor and lax demeanor. Pariah had yet to move, eyes closed as he rested against the thick trunk of his tree with fern like leaves reaching to nearly the ground he sat on.

Clockwork hesitated, form shifting nervously as they considered returning to the Long Now and forgetting this ridiculous endeavor. Then the biting cold behind their eyes returned and desperation began to claw in their throat.

No.

They had to be here.

“Come to taunt me Timekeeper?” Pariah lazily opened his eye, turning his head to look at Clockwork’s flickering frame in annoyance. If the time ghost had come here simply to annoy him with cryptic messages Pariah would send him away immediately. He had no need for that in his current imprisonment.

He waited for the other to speak. Surly Clockwork had come to him for a reason and not simply to stand around in these barren hills? After a time his patience grew thin with the useless silence, the constant ticking of Clockwork’s core the only noise to accompany them. Just as he thought to push the ghost out of his prison Clockwork spoke.

“What was it like?” Their voice was a whisper, leaving behind the base of their official form and shifting to something smaller, younger.

“What?” Pariah was shocked, seeing his sibling’s true form like this. When was the last time he or any of his siblings had shown what they truly looked like? In this form Clockwork truly did look like the youngest of the Ancients, softly curling white hair falling into their face and covering the gory remnants of their left eye. They shuffled, gingerly sitting down next to Pariah and adjusting their staff in their curled lap.

“When you killed the Ens Entium what was it like?” Clockwork ignored the sharp intake of breath from beside them, keeping their gaze down at the pale gray grass beneath them. “I remember feeling the shockwave at my birth but I was not there to witness it.”

“What is your goal here Timekeeper?” Pariah was certain this must be a trick of some kind. He had lost any trust from his siblings long ago, Clockwork would never show him such a vulnerable form. But there was his youngest sibling, face still clinging to the last bits of baby fat and red eyes round and innocent as Pariah remembered. Those same eyes were wide with a terrible fear now, a haunted look in them as Clockwork avoided eye contact with their older brother.

“Please-” Clockwork felt their chest catch, a terrified chime ringing out from their core as they looked desperately at Pariah. “Tell me what it was like.”

Pariah sighed. He may have his doubts about why Clockwork had come to him now but he knew his sibling was genuine in their curiosity. Scooting closer to the young ghost Pariah stared out into the sprawling sky above them.

“You were not born yet, none of the others were. Only the Entium and I existed at the beginning. They were powerful, more powerful than me and vast beyond comprehension. It was… inspiring to be in their presence.” Pariah paused, looking briefly at Clockwork to ensure the other was listening. Clockwork had yet to look up from where they had shifted attention to their lap but the time ghost was clearly paying attention. He supposed that would be enough. “But you know what I am, Power must take and Ens Entium was all that was available to consume.”

He remembered those early days, trapped in an expanding darkness with nothing to latch onto. The Entium had been boundless and Pariah had felt his own domain quiver against the might of the First Ancient. That had been his first taste of Power and it wasn’t his own. It had felt like a mockery at the time, that another had overshadowed him in his own domain when Pariah had only just come into existence.

It had enraged him.

“I had hoped to eat them, consume that power for my own. But I was not strong enough to contain such energy and neither were any of you.” When he had killed his first sibling Pariah had never expected such a backlash. His strike against Entium, drawing the first blood ever to be spilled, shook the very foundation of reality. He had hoped to strike their core, to rip it from his sibling and eat that Power. Instead he was met with the howl of the universe as Entium churned and clawed, finally taking shape after an eternity of darkness. It made him afraid and Pariah’s fear and hope for power had birthed his first sibling, Nocturne crawling from the remnants of Ens Entium’s now shattered form. Together they watched the burning of their sibling, Entium shattering further and their power spreading across the universe. It was that churning that brought about another sibling, Clockwork wailing in the blood of the Entium as the first moment of Time began.

“Entium broke and I stabbed into their core and took 2 shards for myself. You all gathered your own pieces and the others scattered.” Pariah looked carefully at his hand, where the Ring of Rage would have been. He’d fashioned his shards of Ens Entium’s shattered core into items of power, items that would make his control of the emerging space left behind by the death of the first ancient much easier.

“I… recall.” Clockwork clutched their timestaff close, their own shard of Ens Entium’s shattered core housed inside the item. It had felt like a gift at the time, something to know their sibling by.

“Then why do ask me this Clockwork? Must we rehash old wounds?” Pariah sighed, mind returning to the present as he looked at his sibling. “Or have you come to your senses finally? Do you all understand what a danger Ens Entium is now and why we must rule with an iron fist?”

He was getting angry, he knew that. Why had Clockwork opened this scar? The death of their sibling had been necessary but it had painted Pariah as little more than a hungry monster in the eyes of the other Ancients. Nocturne and Clockwork understood to some extent why he had done it, the three of them bearing identical scars from the Entium’s death echo, but they still hadn’t lived under the Entium’s weight for that endless amount of time. The newer Ancients had always looked upon him warily, knowing him as nothing more than the Tyrant King who killed Space. And Clockwork had brought that all rushing back to the surface and Pariah wanted to scream.

“Did it hurt?” Clockwork nearly sobbed, finally turning their gaze to Pariah and it was desperate, like a cornered animal that knew it could not hope to win the upcoming fight. Pariah softened immediately, always holding a soft spot for the one sibling who had trusted him implicitly.

“Immensely.” It had burned to kill Ens Entium. But he would accept that burning again if necessary. That had to be the reason Clockwork was here, rehashing such old wounds. Ens Entium had returned. “You must let me free to deal with Ens Entium once more.”

Clockwork shook their head fervently, wounded sound leaving them as the frost behind their eyes began to creep in once more.

“They are still scattered.” Clockwork shuddered, a chill sweeping through them. They reached for Pariah’s hand, turning it over and calming at the warmth that radiated from their brother. It was enough to push back the chill in their core and push out the real reason they had come here. “Daniel’s coronation was today, the first halfa to take the throne.”

“No.” Pariah could feel his core thrum in his ears. He must have misheard. He must have.

They didn’t put a halfa on the throne.

“Ens Entium and Ens Reale, two made one. I saw it, in a vision from outside of my sight.” Shame colored Clockwork’s face as they looked at their brother. They knew what Pariah must think of them, of their choice to back the half-breed that none of them could see properly. They had been optimistic that such clouded sight meant Daniel was destined for great things, things far greater than even Clockwork could know. But Pariah had seen something different, saw a depth that none of the other Ancients had taken seriously. Surely Pariah was paranoid, still traumatized by the mark Ens Entium left behind.

Now they would pay the cost for their foolishness.

“We cannot hope to stop this.” Clockwork leaned against Pariah, taking some comfort in their brother’s presence for the first time in centuries.

“You may not, but I will not sit idly by and let your foolish decisions jeopardize us all! Your faction has made their choice and this is the result. It is time I took action.” Pariah spoke with authority, form shifting into the one he had worn nearly an eternity ago in the darkness. The form of Power, more concept than king and exuding a level of control that ensured something would happen.

“I’m sorry to have asked this of you.” Clockwork felt a final chime echo from their core before they were back in Pariah’s Keep and out of the Sarcophagus. They had awoken a beast, a second one that could hopefully deal with the first beast they had created. For as much as they loved Daniel the universe could not handle Ens Entium and Ens Reale existing at the same time. Daniel’s ascension had already begun but Pariah may be able to do something about it.

For ill or for gain Power would strike again.

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Vlad absolutely hated being in the office during the fourth quarter of the year. There was always a rush of paperwork, purchases, approvals, and meeting that should have been emails. He could feel the migraine that had been building all morning finally catch up with him and wanted to scream bloody murder. It wasn’t even lunch yet.

Pressure spread across his forehead and Vlad groaned, leaning back into his chair and ignoring the concerned look his secretary sent him. The pain in his head had spiked suddenly, going from a painful if not uncommon migraine to searing heat behind his eyes in a blink. His vision blurred, a warm haze spreading across his sight and too late Vlad realized this was no normal migraine as his core spiked alongside his head.

Weakly he tried to push himself up only to feel his limbs give out beneath him.

Something was very wrong.

He could hear his secretary, Olivia, saying something just out range but he was too tired to make it out. He was melting practically and his vision going from fuzzy to spotted black quickly.

Before he passed out entirely he heard a familiar voice speak, far clearer than the muffled sounds around him.

“Oh, you’ll do perfectly.”

[bubblegumbeech]

Bee’s 2023 Fic Review

2021 2022

My AO3

Works: 8

Word Count:  154,635

Events: Invisobang | Phic Phight | EctoberHaunt (Mod Tucker)

Here’s my  fics! I didn't write nearly as much as I hoped but I did start a Masters Program so I am learning to write better hopefully! (I actually wrote a lot I didn't post that I am saving for when I am more caught up on my WIPs tbh >>)

Danny Phantom:

WIP:

Pieces of Time (26,520 words) Subscriptions: 154 Hits: 3,390 Kudos: 267 Comment Threads: 45 Bookmarks: 118

Some questions don't have answers, some answers aren't worth having and some make you wonder where the truth is being hidden. Danny asks Clockwork a question, now, what about the answer?

Finished:

We Interrupt Your Scheduled Programming (10,062 words) Subscriptions: 5 Hits: 486 Kudos: 70 Comment Threads: 7 Bookmarks: 20

Nocturne generally hates doing favors. He’d honestly rather be sleeping, or messing with someone’s head or … well anything really. But Clockwork got himself into a mess that even he wasn’t going to have an easy time digging himself out of. But hey, what are brothers for? Clockwork was going to owe him for this one though.

Pruning the Branches (30,289 words) Subscriptions: 3 Hits: 215 Kudos: 14 Comment Threads: 12 Bookmarks: 2

Flynn is finally headed back to his home in the Ghost Zone! But something happened in the short time he was away, something that put his family at risk. Struggling to once more find his footing now that everything seems to be falling apart around him, Flynn needs to get answers-even if that means running from his Mother and overprotective siblings and dodging a murderous ghost that's a little bit too murderous. Nothing is going to be the same after this.

Other:

WIP:

Hyde Inside (7,847 words) Subscriptions: 11 Hits: 257 Kudos: 27 Comment Threads: 5 Bookmarks: 7

The only place for a murderer is a hangman's noose… but there is another place for a madman if Gabriel can make the argument. He could save his friend's life. Even if he'd never be forgiven for it. It might have even worked if it wasn't for the mysterious sharp-toothed woman outside Hyde's room, and the answers the good doctor seems reluctant to share.

Finished:

Treasures and Tricks (1,518 words) Hits: 314 Kudos: 55 Comment Threads: 4 Bookmarks: 8

Hastur was an all powerful inhuman King. He did not spend his days thinking about Arthur Lester.

Not a Home but a Haunt (2,319 words) Hits: 77 Kudos: 13 Comment Threads: 3 Bookmarks: 2

Arthur Lester is adjusting just fine to his new 'situation' thank you. Being blind doesn't make him helpless, it's just a new fact of his life. He can still be a detective, if Parker would just let him prove it. Ignoring of course, the strange new voice that seems to come from no where, and Parker swearing that it's just the two of them alone in the apartment…

Grand Line Carnival (24,140 words) Subscriptions: 51 Hits: 3,909 Kudos: 268 Comment Threads: 45 Bookmarks: 81

Law doesn't want to go to a carnival ever again, but his crew doesn't know that and they insist that he has been spending far too much time in the hospital. So he's stuck, but at least he's with friends, now if only he could get that weird stranger off his mind. Or better yet, Stop running into him everywhere. Literally.

Beneath Different Stars (51,940 words) Subscriptions: 175 Hits: 7,784 Kudos: 520 Comment Threads: 125 Bookmarks: 116

A role-reversal that has Dynn Jaren, a stormtrooper with an attitude problem running away with a stolen asset. And Corin, a Mandalorian bounty hunter that’s supposed to be hunting him down for the good of his clan. Except, what happens when the “asset” isn’t what he thought it was? And the “stormtrooper” he was chasing packs a bit of a punch?

[isaactheautobot]

#ectoberhaunt 2021#ectober month 2021#ectoberhaunt trick#ectoberhaunt treat#dp#dpau#headcanons#danny phantom#Danny phantom au#phicc#fanfic#fanfiction#photo edit#photobash#dani phantom#danielle phantom#danny fenton#day 8#Splatter vs Poison

Ghost were obsessive, that was simply a part of their nature.

The ghosts that made their home in the Turbulent, the shadow of Pariah’s keep, were outliers however. Strong and chaotic for all they spent their afterlives in the dark heart of the Ghost Zone.

It might have explained why such simple obsessions were taken to such immoral highs. While ghosts had a natural tendency to mischief, they didn’t typically make frequent attempts take over the world, nor persistently hunt those they might have wanted to call friends.

It didn’t change much; in the grand scheme of things it hardly even mattered. Ghosts would be ghosts.

But there was something to be said about those ghosts only indulging in a single obsession. They only held one passion and took it to extremes which, while noteworthy, was potentially unhealthy.

But they seemed unbothered by it.

Danny did not live in the stale ectoplasmic residue of a fallen king. He lived in the human world. And young as he might have been, he too should have had at least one other obsession.

Dani knew this all too well. There were a lot of things she didn’t notice she knew until it was relevant, until the thought passed through her head as easily as running water.

That was why she knew Danny did have a second obsession, a passion that he’d held since childhood. Astronomy; thoughts that made the black of his suit shimmer with stars like an active galaxy, practices that lit his eyes full and green and bright as burning stars.

She knew that under the want to help, under the need to protect, he wanted to fly up and up and never stop. He wanted to stay in an eternal night, cold and lit with stars.

And it was an obsession that he barely fed. Fleeting moments stargazing, and the occasional textbook weren’t enough for an obsession of that magnitude.

It was like he was poisoning himself.

Luckily, he frequented the Turbulent, his portal lead there. And that was as good as an antidote.

It meant that even though his core was likely suffering for it, and it was definitely stunting his development, he wasn’t likely to keel over nor loose his mind.

It was like poison, because he was killing himself from the inside with measure, controlled doses of obsession neglect, and strengthening himself for it.

He was ignoring an entire other power set, a passion that made him happy, gave him power. And it should have been his undoing, but his other obsession was thriving for it.

Still, Dani couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be if let himself be selfish.

She, of course, had no such restraints.

Dani knew Danny obsessions, shared them to a degree, but in the way a ghost might hyperfixate and obsess over something they only mildly care about.

Dani liked helping people, but she liked to think that was because she was a decent half-human being. Sure, she’d occasionally help someone out and let it snowball into something more when she didn’t have to, but she always left in the end.

She liked stars, but her on-off knowledge of constellations came from the memories that weren’t hers. She could spend a night just lying awake in a field or on a rooftop, watching the slow movement of the universe around her, using ghostly eyes to pick out planets and systems in the difference.

She could obsess over these things, let them become as integral to her as they were for Danny. But she didn’t.

And at first, she’d wondered if she was only rejecting it to be different, if she was fighting to be her own person by rejecting that she really might just be Danny but worse.

She might not be her own person.

Still, she shouldered on… although she wasn’t sure how.

All ghosts needed obsessions. It was what kept them together, what gave them form. So if Dani’s obsessions weren’t shared with Danny, how was she still here.

That’s what she thought her problem was when the melting got worse. Until she had tried to go back to Amity Park.

She needed too. She wanted to. She was going to melt. She couldn’t wait to see Danny.

She didn’t want to go back to the start.

(It hurt like a broken bone that was his. It ached like a friend’s problem he needed to fix.)

…Only she did.

But the road called to her, and all she wanted to do was keep moving, to ride atop the wind be it by flying or walking or anything in between.

She wanted to travel.

And wasn’t that a revelation, because she’d always thought herself roaming. A part of her had always expected to find a place where she could just be Dani. But maybe this was what it meant to be herself.

Or maybe she was just twisting aspects of Danny’s obsession to suit herself. Maybe she should just give in, stop searching for herself when she didn’t even if she was real.

She tried not to think about it.

Then, the dust settled and everything was done and dusted. She was stable.

And so she went back on the road.

Only now her powers didn’t bring her pain. Now, she could fly without fear of falling or coming apart.

And somewhere along the way, she picked up a hobby.

And it was normal for ghosts to fixate on hobbies, she knew. But then it didn’t stop.

Danny painted.

She put paintbrush to canvas and paper and wall, and left glowing depictions of the places she’d been to, the people she’d met. She let hazy memories that weren’t hers come alive on her canvas, more vivid than she ever could have imagined.

She loved it. She could have done it forever.

And so as she travelled she left pages in the wind, then canvassed in the hands of buyers, then murals on walls, and as her pieces grew, her powers did too.

She could let herself come apart, but it wasn’t the same painful, numbing melting it was before. It was the glow of ectoplasmic hues on a piece. It was the ability to step into her paintings, or raise them from the walls and floors into reality.

It was an umbrella for a friend. A home for the homeless. And a million other little aids that followed her.

And it was hers. Totally and truly.

And maybe it didn’t matter if it wasn’t, because she loved her life and she wanted to keep living it regardless of what Danny was did or Danny liked.

People talked of her ghost form like an Urban legend, a cryptid as she went from crossing cities to crossing continents.

And with that freedom, with that happiness, what harm could the odd trip back to Amity do in the eyes of her obsessions.

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

Ectober 2021 - Day 4: Goo

>:) melty melty Ellie

[typo-art]

Ectober Month Day 30/Ectober Week Day 6 - Summoning

“Danny. He’s going to kill you for real after this.”

“For one ghost free weekend? Worth.”

[artistfingers]

Ectober Day 1: Trick (or) Treat | Undercover Phantom AU

everyone's going trick-or-treating! fun facts below the cut ╰(*°▽°*)╯

- the A-listers had a fairytale group theme going on, centered around Kwan's fairy princess costume! it matches his little sisters' costumes and he was Not willing to change it. it's Tradition.

- Dash, last minute, ditched his knight costume to be a zombie jock because it's Cooler. but he didn't want to get his jacket dirty so it's the only part of his costume that's pristine.

- Paulina is not pleased about Dash throwing off the group vibe. She is, however, pleased that they went trick-or-treating twice (earlier with Kwan's little sisters, and now later with all the teens) which is DOUBLE the time to show off her cute as fuck dragon costume.

- Danny never figured out what to go as, so he just went as... himself, basically. Sam was extremely disappointed until she saw how freeing it was for Phantom to openly be himself while they were out

- speaking of Sam, yes, she did write an entire background story so she could stomp around in her custom-made ex-princess warrior outfit and NO, Tucker, it is NOT a metaphor for her life

- werewolf Tucker. that's it, that's the bullet point

- When the A-listers run into the trio, Dash immediately thinks this Phantom cosplayer is.... Danny Fenton??? his tutor's little brother who he's met like Twice. but he's not.... SURE. but he's.... pretty sure?? anyway Tucker and Sam pull out the "who?? no way, this is Danien, our, uhhhhhhh INTERNET FRIEND" cover story, even when they don't fully realize why Phantom is panicking during his short conversation with Dash

- so many hijinks ensue. so many. Danny may or may not pull half a dozen ghostly pranks. this may or may not be how word starts getting around that Sam Manson and Tucker Foley are friends with the actual real-life Phantom.

[sheepheadfred]

Ectoberhaunt Day 18: Mirror Image

Summary: An artifact exists out there, somewhere in the realms, with two sides. One will reflect what you think of yourself and the other will reveal what others see you as. The truth of what you think, not any facade of what you want. What would happen should you see into the reflective surface.

Ao3 link

An artifact that will show you, or transform you, into what others think of you sounds like an interesting gambit.

...If it exists.

Valerie was told by Mayor Masters that Phantom and the other ghosts would do anything to take it and that he would be the best person to deal with it.

Now, if she was still blind to the fact that he is also a ghost and nearly got her to aid in killing a little girl, she'd blindly believe that out of stubbornness. Out of a feeling of repayment to a man who gave her weapons when she was lost and alone.

Yeah, she found it. Is she gonna give it to that lying, no-good, child-killing ghost?! Hell no!

She saw him transform! She knows what he is!

... But, so was Danielle. She is a ghost and a human.

Just like Mayor Masters.

She wants to hunt him. She wants to make him pay for tricking her and using her. But, could she destroy him like he's nothing but a ghost? What could he do to her even as a human. He is the mayor, through suspect means but still mayor. He's also rich, owns the company her Dad works for, and in possession of who knows what technology and powers! If she thought Phantom and his dog ruined her life, Mayor Masters could make it so she didn't have a life at all and get away with it.

At least the public is aware how bad Phantom can be.

...Can be...

... Even if he was right about Mayor Masters. And kept his word. And constantly trying to explain himself.

Stop it, Valerie! You have a mission to complete. Gotta make sure Masters still believes you are blind to his secret. Maybe she could 'lose' it or find a fake? Nah, he'd never buy it!

She is concerned if someone will come for this dumb mirror. Like the ghosts that did when he gave her the 'ghost hunter ring' she has since learned was the key to the ghost king's power and why their home was targeted so severely during the invasion Phantom exposed her to her dad!

Trying not to get lost in thought and failing, she failed to notice her suit picking up a more powerful ectosignature coming up behind her.

Moving faster than she can react in her distracted state, the ghost brushed by her before continuing to speed off. Grazing her and nearly knocking her off her board.

Snapped back into awareness, kicking herself, she gives chase. Belatedly realizing the mirror is gone.

The ghost better have taken it because she doesn't need the bad luck a broken mirror could bring, especially a ghostly mirror with strange properties. She never was superstitious before but now that ghosts have been proven real and there is an actual bad luck ghost out there. Well, Valerie knows she can never be too careful. Not in a town like this.

A quick chase and a simple fight later and it was back in her hands.

Almost too easy.

Strange that the ghost didn't put up more of a fight. Even stranger still, Phantom never showed up. Sure, she doesn't like the ghost but he always shows up. It's a bit concerning to her.

Valerie tries not to care.

Yet he figuratively haunts her thoughts.

Only this time, they leave her confused more than spitting with anger.

Before she could continue to fight herself about Masters, Phantom, and that dumb mirror, she realized the time. Almost late to work for her shift as the Nasty Burger, her ghost hunting related troubles took a back seat for now.

By the time she gets home, having completely forgotten the bigger things troubling her in her exhaustion, she collapsed on her bed. The sudden force of her flop onto the bed shook the mirror she put there in her haste.

She was able to catch it before it fell, but not before she ended up looking into it.

Which side was this one?

The mirror came to life.

Before, it was blank even if it was pointed at something. But now, her own face stares back at her, her reflection looked normal. At least Valerie thought so.

Until it spoke.

"Wow, aren't you a mess?"

The sudden words startled her, watching her mouth move and face give an expression of annoyed disappointment when she knows her own is a look of shock.

"Did... Did I just hear that? Are you speaking? Are you speaking to me?"

"Look whose brain is finally working!" Her reflection said with a sneer, "You work so hard keeping up appearances, you would know I'm your truth! I know every secret and hurt and regret you feel, what we feel."

Valerie could only stare, dumbstruck at how much she's hearing from her own voice. The her slowly turning more monstrous.

"Did you seriously forget what this mirror does? Or are you just so unsure about everything that you forgot the major thing about my main function?"

Venom from her own voice stung in a way she never expected. Hating how accurate she is with her words.

"Stop it! You're not me! You can't possibly know what it's like to be me!" Valerie shouted at the reflection, grateful her dad already left for work, before the fight left her, "I can't even believe I'm trying to argue with a reflection."

"You said it , not me."

"Will you shut up!"

"You activated the enchantment on this thing, I'm just voicing what you really think of yourself!" She said it with such a cruel smile. "Besides, never said I was you. I'm clearly your reflection just saying it like it is."

"Well, you can stop now. You're not welcome here. I've had a long day and I don't need this!"

"Like you don't need to think about the fact that ghost human hybrids exist? Like Danielle? And Mayor Masters? That they're both human and ghost yet only one is evil? Like the fact that now you're unsure if being a ghost makes you innately evil like the Fentons have been saying?," All the, admittedly true, accusations flew out of her reflections mouth with little effort and space between that it is no surprise that she- it?- doesn't have to breathe, "...Or is it about the fact under all of that, that Phantom looks like a masculine mirror image of Danielle and vice versa? That Danielle's human form, and you know it's a form and not a disguise- don't give me that look!- looks just like a certain classmate. One you used to date!"

Valerie was starting to get really freaked out now. Home alone and having her private, internal conflict echo back at her like this. She feels like a kid again, in trouble with authority and wanting her dad. Only this 'authority' is herself and she can't run from her own thoughts.

"This is a bad dream. It has to be. Or- or a hallucination!" she tried to repeat to herself, refusing to accept what she's hearing. It's becoming too much.

It could have worked, for a time, if her 'companion' didn't feel the need to comment.

"This is just sad," Valerie hasn't heard her own voice be so condescending before, not since... a while, "Deny reality all you want, I guess. Doesn't change anything. People still look at you like dirt and you've had to be mean to protect yourself. But not every target deserves it and you know it. The only one still willing to give you the time of day anymore is the loser at school you used to sick the jocks on! Phantom has never hit first and constantly tried to offer a truce and even turned himself in to be tortured by you to save his cousin! Having power to hit back feels good even if you don't discriminate against your targets. What about it makes you feel monstrous like I look now?! Are you seeing the ghosts you go after with such a ferocity act more humane than you?!" The reflection's voice rose as she went on, hitting a fever pitch with her last question. Forcing her to hear all she's tried to shut out.

Valerie can feel tears in her eyes, begging the reflection to stop.

"But I guess no ghost can be good, right? Because then your anger against them is fully justified with an acceptable target you can fight! To beat them down like you feel beat down. Feels good, right?"

"No, please. Stop. I couldn't let him kill that little girl." Her protests becoming weak as emotion overwhelms her.

"But you could when she was just a ghost, right? So what makes it different, now? She did nothing wrong, only had caught the eye of Mayor Masters for whatever cruel plan he was doing to her. What makes what he did more vile now that you know he's also a ghost?"

"I- I don't know! I don't know, OK!"

Now she is full on crying. Valerie has always prided herself on never crying, never being perceived as 'weak', and this magic reflection hit all her vulnerable spots and cracked her walls that it call came tumbling out.

"I don't know," Valerie glared at the reflection as fire reignited in her, "Everything I thought I knew has changed again and I don't know how to make sense of any of it! Is that what you want to hear?!"

The silence in the room rang out. Noticeable after all the high emotion shouting. Soft sobs are the only sound in the room, muffled but loud in the silence.

After a moment, when calm has started to refill the air, Valerie finally got a reply.

"Yes, it is. I'm an ever shifting monster due to your confusion and self hate. Of course I want you to finally admit to yourself the things you've been burying. Are you going to accept it? Or are you going to keep fighting these truths that contradict without any further thought?"

Valerie had a lot to think about, and now she can't hide or deny it anymore. The ghost human hybrid thing, Danielle, Vlad, Phantom... Danny.

She doesn't want to be like this anymore. It's not who she is to let things stay the same when it's wrong. When she can see it as wrong and care about the outcome. Maybe she should look into it. It can at least help her find a way to move forward without this paralyzing grief.

... And maybe, she should talk to Danny and Phantom about things. To not shut Danny out even if she must still be careful with her identity. To finally listen and hear Phantom out even if he is still on thin ice.

She said there on her bed and thought until she fell asleep. Restful for the first time in a long while.

Vlad never got the mirror. Was told some ghost broke it during a fight and proceeded to search for power elsewhere. Eventually he forgot about it, the mirror could show him what he saw and how to get it is what he believed. He believed that it would show him as king as he presents himself, but the mirror will rip you apart and show you the parts you don't want to see. Probably for the best, for he would be shown as he truly is. A pathetic wet cat of a man who picks fights with children and tries to control everyone while claiming it to be love.

Maybe one day his reflection will call him out as well.

Though it does not mean he will listen.

[13thdoodle]

[ Ectoberhaunt 2021 Day 23 : Condemned vs Ruins ]

i know its late but sshhhshhh

Forced coronation my beloved uwu

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alternate color version :

aurora version uwu

[the-random-phan]

Ouija Boards call out to (and summon) whatever ghost is closest, usually being shades too weak to even show their form. But what about the one sleeping upstairs?

Ectober Day 5- Ouija (Board)