#Monstrous Mundane Magick

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Things get darker right before they get brighter in the end, something three plucky teens are about to learn. Sometimes you just want that darkness to have never had a reason to come for you in the first place. One has to be careful what they wish for, of course.

Welcome to the end, friends

Danny was on the ground, unmoving.

The ghost left with a cheerful wave, saying, “Tata!”  Like he hadn’t just ruined their lives worse than the first time Tucker had heard Danny’s screams at their loudest.  Like it was simply a wonderful day and they had engaged in the most wonderful of conversations, not a fight that ended with one of them-

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving and pale.

Tucker was trying everything he could think of, removing most of Tucker’s tops and trying to perform every life-saving action he knew off, pressing against his chest, trying to breathe more breath into his lungs, keeping pressure on the bleeding and burnt wound when he saw it.

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving, pale, and bleeding.

Tucker knew everything was blurry because tears were clouding his vision.  He knew he was crying. He knew he was shaking with the force of his sobs and for once in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to give half a damn about that because Danny-

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving, pale, bleeding, and his heart wasn’t beating no matter how long Tucker listened for it.

Sam was doing something, pulling out Danny’s weapons, and Tucker wanted to scream at her that she’d done enough with Fenton weapons already.  He wanted to scream and rage at her for what she had done so far with Fenton Tech. He wanted to go to the Fentons and rip them all a new one for making what they made.

Because Danny was dead in Tucker’s arms, and screaming and crying were the only things he could do about it.

But he didn’t scream at Sam, he just watched as she pulled out one of Danny’s paintbrushes and dipped it in the ectoplasm of the cartridge in one of his guns.  She started drawing on Danny’s face, his arms, his chest, and then pulled out another cartridge of charged ectoplasm in another gun and poured it in Danny’s mouth, tilted his head so that he would swallow.  “Chant with me. Chant with me Tucker, we have to fix this!”

Tucker didn’t know any Hebrew, decided he’d learn both because Sam was his friend and because apparently, she could do things that could save their lives with it.  Tucker didn’t need to know what he was saying to say it, and he did say it, over and over again for the next 10 minutes, until the drawings on Danny’s body lit up like fire and every ray of light rushed toward him and everything went dark.  Tucker could hear the song of the universe dimming in his ears and knew nearly for a fact that Danny was sucking the ectoplasmic energy into him along with every other flavor of power within blocks of him. Tucker would let the sun itself go black just to hear Danny’s laugh again.

The darkness faded, Danny’s body was outlined in light, the markings were gone, and Danny groaned.  His chest rose and dropped, his heart was beating, color was coming back to his skin, he was as warm as he’d been since the accident.  Danny was alive in Tucker’s arms, and Tucker wanted to cry even harder than he already had. Instead, the put Danny’s binder back on him, Sam grabbed his shirt and jacket, and Tucker carried Danny out to their hoverboards.  They flew to Sam’s house, Tucker staying as high and close to the sun as he could to let Danny soak in all the light he needed. When they got to Sam’s house, Tucker didn’t let Danny go until he was being set on a love seat on Sam’s balcony.

There were, of course, jokes to be made about the way Danny curled up in the fleeting October sunlight and how his fluffball curls and height combined with this to make him much like a kitten.  Jokes about him being a cross between Superman and the Martian Manhunter could’ve also been made. Danny was a white-haired anime boy, that could be remarked upon with laughs aplenty. Tucker made no such jokes.

Tucker put to use the information he’d gathered at his last LARPing session at furrycon after a shank attempt by a guy who’d wandered into the park where he’d been LARPing at that took their cosplay a bit too seriously.  That being that leather was wonderful armor, silk blocked stabs fantastically when a blade slid through said leather, and that one should always wear cotton under silk anything because sweating to death after a fight near to death wasn’t fun.  He’d smacked a crazy guy upside the head and gotten a useful lesson out of that. Tucker’s older cousin could supply the leather, Sam could order fine silk jackets and pants for all of them, Danny had cotton shirts already, and Sidney offered to use intangibility to fuse the two together.  Tucker commented that the leather would look fitting on Sam since she was more of a punk anyway. She called him a furry, he called her a weeb, and they both explained the concepts to Sydney.

That was all fine and dandy against most blunt force, stabbing and slashing that even a ghost could probably do, but against ghosts and their intangibility, there were few places to go.  Sam had her magick book but Tucker didn’t want to touch on anything supernatural for a while and unless she could prove that her wards were working, he wouldn’t exactly trust Danny’s life with them.  Convincing Jack Fenton that he needed some easily worn and hidden accessory to prevent possession was almost sadly easy, the only condition being that Tucker had to wear one of those horrible looking hazmat suits.  Tucker let it hang in his closet, as he had no intention of matching Jack Fenton’s fashion sense.

One might feel that Tucerk and his friends were being a bit excessive in their measures to keep Danny padded up against the world, but such an individual hadn’t seen their best friend since age 1 die in front of them by the same person’s hand twice so that particular person could kindly go shove their opinion where the sun don’t shine in Tucker’s very polite opinion.

Danny himself was groggy for most of his recovery time and had clearly caught on that they were being extra protective of him.  While Sam was introducing Sidney to anime and videogames and Tucker was showing him the best comics and music, Danny always had whoever wasn’t with the others within arm’s reach.  He was jumpy when it came to his ghost sense telling him that Sidney was there, had his hood up whenever they were outside, and even though they’d been near forcing Agatha’s cooking down his throat at every meal they could, Danny had yet to Go Ghost.  Sam brought up the idea of taking down the shapeshifter and Danny balked at the topic, bringing up the frogs, the latest anime that she had shown Sidney or really anything else when she did this. Tucker was more than fine with this since no ghost mode meant no seeking out danger which meant that the only fights they were dealing with included Dash, Kwan and Dale making fun of them for being a furry, a weeb and a Fenton.  Seeing Sam put her martial arts to use when Dash tried to stuff Danny in a locker was worth the detention he got for tripping Dale as he rushed in to help. He spent it with Sam anyway so that was fine. If wanting Danny safer than Amity was selfish then Tucker was as far from selfless as possible.

“Hey, Danny,” Tucker said while he worked on finishing up the Spector Deflector that Dr. Fenton had started for him in Danny’s workshop.  “There’s a swap meet coming up in Harrison Park this Saturday. Wanna come with? I’m gonna get a set of dice if I can and see if I can show Sidney DnD.  Maybe we all can play even.” He grinned. “We can get you a new bowling ball so you can destroy Sam in bowling.”

“Bro, you’ll be wrecked with her,’ Danny challenged from where he drew in his art book instead of doing his homework.  Tucker was procrastinating by making ghost hunting tech, he couldn’t blame Danny. “That sounds cool.”

“Awesome.”  Tucker set down his tools and pulled up his safety goggles.  “Can you come over and poke this? Very lightly and just a little in case I’m as done as I think I am.”  Danny obliged and there was a loud SNAP accompanied by a yelp and Tucker patted Danny’s shoulder.  “Looks like I’m done with the internals. Now all I gotta do is adjust it so that it can ignore your ectosignature, and Sidney’s and Agatha’s, and it’ll really be done.”

“Done for your armor idea, right?”  Danny scoffed, slugging Tucker in the shoulder while he looked for the blueprint he’d downloaded of the part that’d track ectosignatures in the Fenton Finder.  “Sidney told me about it while we were watching Star Wars. Or should I call it his guard duty shift? Cause I know what you guys are doing and while I appreciate your concern over my safety, I’m the one with powers here.”

“20 hours straight of unconsciousness and tears say that superpowers don’t mean you don’t need protection against people with the same superpowers.”  Tucker huffed. “If we’d been wearing some armor like we’re making then that fish thing probably wouldn’t have been able to bite through me like it did.  Silk and piercing ya know.” He bumped shoulders with Danny when he went quiet and forced his lips up into a smile. “And besides, your parents have literally no fashion sense.  A leather jacket lined with silk? Leather pants, probably with studs in it since Sam is involved? Dude, that’s cool as fuck looking. You’ll be the best-dressed ghost out there.”  Danny laughed and shook his head. Tucker got to work setting up the design for the Fenton Fabricator™ to make for the Spector Deflector. He also considered asking for a cut of the royalties when the belt inevitably became a Fenton Brand item, since he’d finished it.  “You think putting on clothes in ghost form will invert their colors like your suit?”

“Fuck you, Tuck, now I have to find out.”  Danny huffed and Tucker snickered. For a moment everything was quiet, and then arms were wrapping around his middle.  “Thanks, Tuck. For everything.” Tucker looped an arm around Danny and smushed him against his side.

“That’s what bros are for, man.”  The room was a comfortable quiet after that.  The Fabricator and the generator were humming softly at the edge of Tucker’s once again human limited hearing, the only other sound was their breathing and - Tucker could swear - their heartbeats.  The air was charged with something more than ectoplasm and electricity and Tucker wasn’t sure if Danny knew that as well, but he knew that he could hardly know anything else right then. So naturally, Tucker lowered his hand at Danny’s side and started tickling him.  Danny squeaked, squealed out some giggles, and phased out of his grip when wriggling didn’t work.

“You dick!  Get over here!”

Danny appreciated the effort Sam, Tucker and Sidney were putting in for him, he really honestly did.  Sidney still went to his therapy session with Jazz which Danny could tell were helping him by how bright his aura had gotten, and between him and Jazz at school there were at least a few bright auras to go around, but with how things were going, Danny felt at least a bit suffocated.

Half the auras at school - both student and teacher - were dim enough that Danny almost couldn’t see them.  Dash and company had been especially vicious as of late, calling them every name under the sun and getting into actual fights with him, Tucker and Sam.  Between the three of them they managed well enough - being dragged to martial arts lessons with Sam and fighting eldritch abominations from the afterlife did things for your confidence in facing up to bullies - but it hadn’t ever been this bad before.  And while Tucker and Sam both were clearly brighter than everyone else emotionally, they were skirting around things in the most unsubtle way imaginable and Danny wondered how they kept anything hidden. Sam tried to get him into ghost form to see how fast he could fly, Tucker changed the topic from anything ghostly to something nerdy and Sidney seemed to stare at him as much as he did the movies they were watching.  Sure, Sidney was keeping his eyes on the screen but Danny knew ghosts could see more than just with their eyes and the feeling of being constantly watched was getting more than unnerving.

Saturday was a breath of fresh air.  Sam was maybe coming down with something and Sidney was off exploring the city on his own, so it was just Danny and Tucker buying the stuff they’d come for and laughing their heads off at their dumb jokes.  It was sunny, the crowd was bright with positivity abound, and he was having fun with his best friend in the world. It was nice.

Of course, a ghost attack ruined it.

Cotton candy erupted and flooded the place, and Danny slid under a table while the crowds stampeded away, yanking Tucker under as well.  He reached inside, past the void of darkness into the soft and splintered light at his center. It exploded out to the surface and in a flash of silver glass, shimmering shadows wove his hazmat suit around him and unraveled gravity’s hold on his body.  He shuddered, glitching out of reality - or what he was so very hopeful and sure was reality anyway - and gave Tucker a smile. “Wish me luck.” He slid down into the ground and forward, rising out of a mound of cotton candy as big as himself. There was a woman with long black hair, dark green skin, and blue scarce clothing floating over the sweets and stretching her arms.  “I understand a sweet tooth and all that, but this is a bit dangerously Much.” Danny held out a hand with a smile when a sneer was turned his way. “I’m Danny Phantom, hopefully nice to meet you.”

“ I am Desiree,” she said in some accented blend of every language that Danny knew.  It was headache-inducing and he definitely didn’t like it. “ This confection explosion was hardly my intention boy, I am cursed to use my power to grant the wishes of all those who make them. ”

“What, like a jinni?  If I find and rub your lamp and say ‘I wish I had a dick’ do you complete my tra-”

“ So you have wished it, so shall it be. ”  Her hands went up, green smoke curled around him, through him, within him, caressed that inner light and warmth that was his human body, and Danny shuddered in the wake of power well beyond his ability to fully process.  Before the smoke even cleared, Danny could hear Desiree speaking through gritted teeth. “ Yes, boy I am a Jinni.  One of your kind cursed me, both to be trapped in that infernal bottle, but also to use my power for all who catch my ear. ”

Danny was reeling when the smoke cleared, giving himself a mental review of what he could feel on himself and gawked when he realized what had happened.  “Um. Wow.” Desiree was clearly unimpressed. “Uh, well, I know a way I can he-” a ball of ectoplasma, charged up with energy, raced into Desiree’s gut and knocked her back and Danny really wished that people would stop interrupting him.

“Stay away from him, damn it!  Can’t we have one nice day?” Tucker readied another shot and Danny waved his arms to tell him not to.  “I wish I had stopped you from going into that stupid fucking portal! Then we wouldn’t be in this mess!”  crud.

“ So you have wished it, so shall it be. ”  FUCK .  Green mist filled Danny’s vision, and everything went dark.

[ryderlegacy]

HI IM BACK ON MY BULLSHIT

uh listen. this may be the first of like, uhh lemme count

first of eight. MAYBE. but it’s the only one i’m doing tonight okay.

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

they are both werewolves, both technically unaffiliated with other packs/supernatural groups

HOWEVER, solas is also a hunter in the sense that he hunts down rabid werewolves and eliminates them yadda yadda. will sometimes deal with other supernatural threats if contracted.

it is widely considered that lone werewolves, unattached packless werewolves, are or will soon go rabid. this is a combination of the inherent social needs of humans and the pack mentality of wolves.

solas is a semi exception. he technically has a pack but he spends more time away from them than with them. they are not a true pack, but really just the organisation that he is part of that organises hunters and shit. he hasn’t gone rabid so it’s good enough for them.

sariel however is properly unaffiliated and packless, but is not rabid, which by all known accounts should be impossible. screw them though, sar’s got this.

sariel is an anomaly though, in that uniformly, all unattached werewolves will eventually go mad. how severely and how long it takes varies, but it is true. 

the thing is though, that sariel’s situation is the precarious culmination of near impossible events. 

sar was born to a were family, but did not manifest - was basically a mundane.

what they did manifest was a form of magic largely proven to be incompatible with the inherent magic of the various were strains. also just generally rare, though not unheard of. 

somehow or other, sariel got bitten. normally, someone with their brand of magic contracting a were strain would cause their death. however, because sariel was born to a were family, their magic was already attuned to a diluted form of the were strain. 

(there are some details that are inconsistent but w/e i’m hammering this shit out in like 15min)

and so sariel survived! but not unscarred. they were now visibly different from both supernatural and mundane creatures. and… basically shunned for it. 

so off they went, living as a lone were, their innate magic able to fulfill the need for a pack that the were magic demand.

so obviously solas is contracted eventually. the reports vary. some claim that there is a lone werewolf - but the actions don’t match to a typical lone/rabid wolf. others say that there is some sort of witch - but there is no magical resonance that they can detect. 

whatever the case, something is out there and now solas has to deal with it. 

what a fantastic first meeting! solas tries to kill sariel! sariel swears at him a lot and tries to stab him! accidentally electrocutes him!

so solas gets knocked out, sariel is very confused. ties him up and waits. 

when solas wakes up he is just so frustrated. especially when he can’t escape?? he is like, a master hunter, a very old and powerful werewolf, and a mage of considerable power, so why can’t he break free?? is this string

(i never said werewolves can’t have magic, just that they typically can’t have what sariel’s got)

(and yes, sariel tied him up with magic string)

it takes a while, but solas begrudgingly accepts that sariel is both entirely unattached and also hmm mostly sane. definitely not rabid, though. he does insist on dragging them back to his organisation and some sort of like? high council? 

and then of course, they want to kill sariel. and solas has (to his horror) gotten attached and like, sariel isn’t a threat, they just want to live in peace. he may be callous and harsh at times, but he can’t let them do this.

so they fight them off and escape, but this has broken the (admittedly kinda shitty) pack bond that he had in place, and while it will take him longer than most to go rabid, he knows that he will monstrous in his insanity.

he tries to leave, or get sariel to agree to put him down if he starts to lose himself.

sariel looks at him like he’s a fuckin idiot and asks why they can’t be a pack.

and solas is like… floored. because he didn’t even think of that? and usually two isn’t enough to sustain the were magicks, but sariel’s other magic has been able to sustain them alone.

so they make their own pack, and the power that rushes through the bond from sariel’s end is so vast and overwhelming that solas thinks that he’ll go rabid from this. until sariel reins it all in and gets it under control, and even then it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before.

tbh i’m not sure how it’s different, bc that would require me to like, work out what the normal bonds are like and then what the sarsol bond is like and i’m like nah, not right now.

and then they travel around, and solas keeps doing what he did before but rather than get his contracts through the organisation he’s freelance. 

sariel helps sometimes, and he realises that they are actually a really good tag a long when dealing with magic users. sariel’s magic is so rare that very few can counter it, and when they meet people who have the same type of magic, solas realises that sariel’s control and understanding of their own power is also rare.

they don’t ever expand their packbond, but they fall in with another group who becomes a family, if not a pack.  

i don’t know if they ever fall in love. 

they share a bed most nights, or at least a room. they’ve pieced each back together after bad fights, held each other when the things they’ve seen threaten to break them. they know things about each other that no one else does, know each others’ secrets. they know how to break each other, how to soothe each other, so so intimately.

they would die for each other. 

(they have, however briefly)

i don’t know if they are in love, but they have each other, and their found family, and that is enough for both of them

[lygrim]

The Feudal High Fantasy AU

I was thinking about Minion today, about the way his body is constructed; I was thinking about the bowl he lived in through childhood, how it’s kind of odd that his robot exoskeleton ended up being super simian, and wondering about the wisdom of leaving a hole in the top of his glass dome. And it occurred to me.

Minion’s a goddamn Kappa.

~Extensive extrapolation + fun new AU idea under the cut THIS GOT REALLY LONG~

I’ve read of Kappas being described as Japanese water demons that are a mix between a frog, a turtle and a monkey, with a beaked face and a shelled back and a depression in the top of their head that is filled with water. If the Kappa loses its water, if it is spilled, then the Kappa loses its strength, or dies. (This is, of course, how you defeat a Kappa; they are carnivorous and will eat children and even adults, but they are intensely honorable; if you bow to them, etiquette demands they must bow back, and they will, spilling their life-water and allowing you to escape the weakened demon.)

So we’ve got this talking fish in a robot-monkey body, with a hole in the top of it’s head. I mean it’s a stretch, but. We like those, right?

So take it a step further.

Let’s have a high fantasy scenario. Iron age, in a feudal farming town. Let’s say it’s in the mountains, just for fun. The Scott family lives on top of the hill, cresting the whole town. 

Meanwhile, on the next mountain, there is a sorcerer, who really just wants to practice his art, but finds the machinations and expansions of the neighboring town to be a distraction and an annoyance. This sorcerer works through an amalgamation of natural magicks and alchemy, with a nice dash of necromancy thrown in there. He constructed a golem for his companion and vassal in the shape of a Kappa; Minion is one of a kind and delicately built. There have been issues before with humans seeing Minion as strange but more importantly small and murderable, but a Kappa, with glowing blue eyes and a beaked face and standing seven feet tall [kappas are supposed to be the size of small children or monkeys but shoosh], oh boy. They’ll leave that ornery bastard alone. And Kappas can talk; fish? Fish aren’t supposed to. So Minion stays in his golem of a body, constructed of copper, a turtle shell, frog bones and a monkey’s paw, and scares the living shit out of everyone he comes across.

Meanwhile, Megamind floats about in his sorcerer’s robe and geeks out over natural science and this beautiful new plant he just discovered today and only occasionally sends a magical nightmare beast over to politely tell his neighbors to stop? allowing sewage to drain? into the strEAM THAT FEEDS INTO MY DRINKING WATER?? YOU GODDAMN SAVAGES???! And other such neighborly concerns, such as sheep grazing on his mountain (they’re robosheep now motherfuckers stay off my damn mountain), or occasionally stealing the town’s stray dogs to prevent them from being used to bait bears or eaten because that’s just. Really sad. (brain bots. no dogs were harmed, just... he takes all the time to treat their ills and train them if they decide to stay with him and give them a good life and then they go so he just. You know. Harvests their brain matter and brings them back and now has a veritable swarm of flying, immortal barking dog friends. No biggie.)

The Scotts aren’t super fond of all this, naturally, but their son is quite capable of handling whatever Megamind throws their way (and Wayne makes a dashing knight, for all that he doesn’t wear armor. He cuts quite a figure in his white, gold-trimmed tunic though), and the Scotts quietly deal with the source problem. After all, it wouldn’t do them much good to have their sullen sorcerous neighbor be truly irate with them, would it? They intentionally don’t discourage rumors among their vassals about the sorcerer being strange and dangerous. Fear keeps them complacent, grateful, and out of their neighbor’s territory.

Then there’s Roxanne. Roxanne grew up in the village. Roxanne isn’t one for farming; her mother always complained that Roxanne was forever shirking her chores as a child, running off whenever she could to listen to the old man at the well tell stories about other lands and strange creatures and wars and fantastic happenings. Roxanne grew up dreaming of a wider world. In her adolescence, the mundanity of live sets in. She sees nothing more interesting than the common household pixie and the occasional vagabond troll, viewed from a distance with a pitchfork close at hand. Time marches on. Her golden years for marriage come and go. She accepts no suitors.  She’s a spinster and her mother is fed up with her ‘not taking a husband’ shit and forces her out of the house. 

Roxanne is instantly taken with the sorcerer’s shenanigans when they begin cropping up in her late twenties.. Live instantly regains its sparkle. She dashes to be there when she hears word of this or that monstrous thing that ambled into town or pelted shit all over the Scott’s family mansion or sat atop the village well and shouted profanities at passersby. The rest of the townspeople react with anything from disgusted shock to foaming, wide-eyed terror. Roxanne responds with anything from hilarity to star-struck awe. 

Roxanne loves the magic. Against all better advice and common sense, Roxanne goes to the mountain. 

To be continued?

PART TWOOOOOOOOO

[kayawagner]

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jack Fenton & Jazz Fenton & Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton & Sidney Poindexter, Danny Fenton & Lunch Lady, Penelope Spectra & Bertrand, Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton Characters: Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Jazz Fenton, Valerie Gray, Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Angela Foley, Maurice Foley, Ida Manson, Jeremy Manson, Pamela Manson, Skulker (Danny Phantom), Desiree (Danny Phantom), Paulina Sanchez, Bertrand (Danny Phantom), Penelope Spectra, Wesley Weston, Walter Weston, Spike (Danny Phantom), Edward Lancer Additional Tags: I'm back baby, The Fentons are a family of Geniuses, Mulltilingual Danny Fenton, Multilingual Tucker Foley, Multilingual Sam Manson, The Ghosts have backstories, Bisexual Male Character, Transgender Danny Fenton, Space Core! Danny, round 2 friends, reseting the world to fix your mistakes Series: Part 2 of Monstrous Mundane Magick Summary:

Ghosts are a part of life that none of them can get rid of, apparently, so now they just have to figure out how to manage them. Join the ghostly Trio as they deal with bad wishes, fight a demon (because of course ghosts aren't all there is) and even deal with a dragon or two! Will they catch any semblance of a break, or will the horrors of the supernatural break them?

Green mist, the crackle of the Specter Deflector mk1 resisting the energy in that mist, and then darkness.  That was about what Tucker could remember of the fight if you could even call it that.  After what felt like forever, he opened his eyes to find he was in his room.  Sitting up with a groan, Tucker rubbed his head and took stock of the situation, just like a badass in a movie.  “Still in all my clothes from the fight, Sydney isn’t here, Danny and Sam also aren’t here, room’s a mess as usual…”  Grabbing his phone, Tucker checked for any panicked texts and saw none.  It was just Friday again, Friday morning even.  “Alright, so maybe cotton candy wasn’t her power.  Ugh, whatever she did it clearly had no effect on me, so that means the Fentons at least know how to make a good protective belt.”  Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed Tucker tapped the Specter Deflectorand paused.  “Oh, wait, will whatever she did affect me if I take off the belt?”

Deciding he didn’t want to find out, Tucker climbed out of bed, brushed his teeth, changed most of his clothes, and checked more of his room.  To his dismay, he found that Hunter’s mech was not, in fact, here in his room anymore.  “Where the heck could that’ve gone?  Mom and Dad didn’t move it last time it was this morning.”  He paused, scratching his head.  “Did they?  Ugh, ok, that’s something to worry about later.  If I ask they’ll just get upset that I lost track of it ‘because it’s dangerous’ or whatever.”

Heading downstairs to find his parents in the living room, Dad watching football and Mom knitting something, Tucker called out his usual good mornings and headed into the kitchen for some much-needed bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns.  Headphones in, the latest Dumpty Humpty songs on, and the smell of food filling the kitchen, Tucker almost didn’t notice the oddness of getting practically no messages from Danny or Sam the whole morning.  By now Sam should’ve been complaining about being sick, at the very least.

When he finished up his food, Tucker headed out the door, calling out to his parents, “Gonna go visit Danny, see ya later!”  And before they could respond, he was out the door and putting on his helmet.  The AI he’d rigged together pointed him toward his board, which he was more than grateful to still have even if Hunter’s suit would be useful, and soon he was in the air.  Still, even with no air traffic since the boards weren’t exactly for sale - yet, he needed to talk with Danny about that - he stopped before texting Danny.  He couldn’t just phase through a building instead of crashing because he wasn’t looking where he was going after all.

Hey Danny, where should we meet up?  I’m omw to tell you something wild.

He guessed, of course, that Danny was at home, so he took off for FentonWorks.  Music blaring in his ears, the wind tugging at his body as he did a loop, Tucker considered whether or not he should see if a random girl at the park would find his board cooler than the girls at school.  His phone buzzed in his pocket and he blinked a few times, lifting up his helmet to make sure he was reading this right.

Astroboy: I’m at my uncle’s place, u know that.

“Alright, the ghost did more than just chuck me back to this morning, apparently.  Why would she put Danny at Wes’ place?”  Tucker readjusted his helmet and sped off, going a bit faster than before.  He took a moment to take in everything below him, seeing no signs of the fight with Hunter that took place outside the library as he passed it.  “There should be something there though… the plasma and the lasers melted holes into the walls and street.”

When Tucker reached the Weston home, he was almost certain of what had happened.  The ghost had been some sort of wish granter, like a genie, and she’d heard him wish that Danny hadn’t gone into the portal.  That explained the lack of Hunter’s marks on the town, without Danny being half-ghost the poacher had no reason to go after him.  Maybe Danny just grew closer to Wes without the ghost stuff in the way?  Regardless, Tucker went through the awkwardness of greeting Mr. Weston when he answered the door, “Hi there, I’m Tucker Foley.  I’m not sure if you remember me but I’m Danny’s friend and he said he was here.”

“Ah yes, Tucker,” the ginger said, taking him in and clearly searching for a memory.  “The one he made the hoverboards and the rockets with, right?”

“Yup!  That’s me.  May I come in?”

“Of course, sure.  Shoes at the door and all that.”  Tucker kicked off his shoes and Mr. Weston pointed him upstairs.

When Tucker finally found Danny, his good mood at the fact that his best friend didn’t have to worry about fighting ghosts or questioning who and what he was anymore dropped like a lead ball.  It looked like a half-assed recreation of Danny’s actual room, desk and posters, and even his Horrorstation all together in one room.  It didn’t have the murals of the stars on the ceiling or the walls like in Danny’s real room, but it looked too personalized to be a guest room.  Danny looked up from his handheld and waved at him, looking for all the world like something was crushing him.  “Hey, Tuck. What’s up?”

“More than I wanted to be, it looks like,” he muttered.  Taking a seat on the bed next to Danny - and it was his bed, the exact same mattress - Tucker took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  “How do I ask this?”  His eyes swept over the room, marking where things should be but weren’t, until he landed on Danny again, looking concerned and tense and just as thin as he was before.  He wasn’t as pale as he’d been growing but he was still paler than Tucker thought was healthy.  “Right, ok.  Rip off the bandaid I guess.  Say a ghost has, for whatever reason, messed with my memories so that I remember things a whole lot different than they are now.”  Danny scowled at the mention of ghosts, the same way Dr. Fenton did.  He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.  “What’s happened since August?”

Danny sighed, leaning back on his hands and glaring at the ceiling.  “Ghosts.  Ghosts have fucking happened since August.  Of course, they had to mess with you too, they already messed up everything else.”  Danny looked at him again, trying to judge how much of Tucker was the Tucker he knew probably, and Tuck was doing the same.  He’d never heard Danny refer to ghosts as a whole with such venom and ice in his voice.  It wasn’t right.  “After you convinced me how stupid it would be to actually go inside the Ghost Portal, Mom and Dad figured out what was wrong with it - an extra switch inside that would’ve had to be pressed to activate it - and after they fixed it, it worked.  Jazz had a fucking fit when she realized she was wrong about Mom and Dad being delusional for believing in ghosts.”  Danny looked down, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.  “I wish she was right.

“At first it seemed like the portal was working the same way all the other portals worked: a window into another world for Mom and Dad to look through and examine what was happening on the other side.  But then something actually came out of the thing.”  Danny shuddered and Tucker threw an arm around him.  “I remember seeing the ectopus thing for the first time.  It was so... wrong.  Like a messed up hologram that made my eyes hurt to look at it.  We all had weapons, thank the stars, but it took a while to get that thing back into the portal.”

“Ok, so it was a door and they didn’t want one of those yet, so they tried unplugging it,” Tucker said when Danny went quiet.  He remembered this conversation when Hunter came up.  “But it didn’t work that way.  Self-sustaining or something, right?”

“A self-sustaining interdimensional intersection that was apparently powered on the other side as much as it was on ours.  Stars, Tuck, the freakin Lunch Lady from the 50s came through - or rose up in the cafeteria kitchen, I guess.  Either way, when Sam had her menu change thing done and we started a food fight with Dash over it, the ghost lady set the kitchen and cafeteria on fire because we were making a mess of her cafeteria.”  Danny scoffed and Tucker winced.  “Mom and Dad to the rescue with the Fenton Foamers, since regular extinguishers and stuff wasn’t working.  That one got them attention,” he muttered.  “The whole town suddenly had their eyes on us, so Mom and Dad did a press conference and then the whole world was paying attention.  And then things went wrong.”

“Went wrong, how?”  He almost didn’t want to know the answer but at the same time, he knew that he should know what happened because of his wish.  This was his fault, and he needed to know what.

Danny curled up in a ball under his arm, and his breaths grew a bit shallower.  Tucker was certain he wasn’t going to say anything but a moment later, Danny opened his mouth and forced out the words like they stung his mouth to say.  “This giant fucking ghost hornet killed Jazz while I was in the counselor’s office and talking with Ms. Spectra about how the media circus was affecting my home life.”  He leaned against Tucker, face streaked with tears and chest heaving.  “Jazz fucking died of a giant hornet sting and I was talking to a counselor.  One who fucking ratted my parents out called them neglectful and said they were endangering us at home and CPS shoved me into uncle Walter’s house.”

Tucker knew what being punched in the face felt like, Dash had made sure of it.  Now, however, it felt a thousand times worse.  Like someone had taken a hot poker right out of a fireplace and shoved it into his chest.  “Oh my god.”

Tucker stayed with Danny as long as Mr. Weston would tolerate, getting the fact that the Mansons were moving out because of the danger in Amity out of him before they played some videogames to get all of this off of their minds.  It didn’t, of course, because nothing could get this off of Tucker’s mind, but he had to at least try to get some normalcy out of this for Danny.  He got curb stomped by a HellKnight and Danny took on being the Doom Slayer while Tuck stewed.

How the hell am I gonna fix this?  That one thought bounced around in his head, the only thing besides static, and for what felt like forever, it didn’t go anywhere.  Then he checked the news app on his phone for once in his life and saw that cotton candy had flooded the swap meet.  I’ll fix it how I messed it up.  I just need to find that ghost.

When Wes knocked on the door and told Danny it was time for dinner and heavily implied that Tucker should probably leave, he got up and squeezed Danny in a hug.  He got squeezed right back, and it was weird how quickly he’d gotten used to the hum of energy under Danny’s skin that he couldn’t feel anymore.  How odd it was to think this should hurt a bit more just because your friend was hugging you as hard as he could, but without superstrength.

On the flyby heading home, Tucker made a detour to the swap meet and started looking, though he wasn’t entirely certain what he was looking for.  “Something Alladin-esque, I guess,” he muttered under his breath.  Reaching into his jacket pocket thankfully produced the ecto signature tracker he was hoping for, and he followed it to several shards in front of a stand near the center of the cotton candy flood.  That was good, at least.  The woman putting things away gave Tucker a swell of hope, even if he felt she was probably wearing too much pink.  Hopping off the board and removing his helmet he cleared his throat.

“Are you Madam Babazita?”

She stood, turning around to raise a brow at him.  Pointing above at the sign that said Madam Babazita's Mystical Oddities.  “Who else would I be, kid.  Are you here to help with the cotton candy clean up?”

“Actually, I was here to ask about the uh genie that got released around here.”  The Babazita turned her full attention to him, and Tucker flinched.  There was a sharpness in her eyes and something… off.  He didn’t want to make her mad.

“Oh really?  You’re here about the djinni?”  She looked him up and down and spread her arms out.  “I didn’t see you here when her lamp broke.”

“Well, not this version of this morning, no.”  He chuckled and cleared his throat again.  “I jumped the gun and made a wish without realizing that she could grant them.  The only reason I remember all of this, apparently, is because of this.”  He raised his shirt to show off the Specter Deflector™.  “It blocks out ghostly energy.  Is there anything you can tell me about this genie ghost thing that would help me to fix the mess I made?”

Madam Babazita stared at Tucker for several long moments, her beakish nose raised high and her eyes sharp as a hawk’s.  After another beat of silence, he opened his mouth to plead a better case than ‘I made a mess and need your help to fix it’ when she held up a hand.  “Alright, kid.  You look like whatever you did, you regret enough to keep bothering me about it.  I’ll tell you about that djinni, but if you get hurt fighting her that’s your fault, not mine.”

“Got it.”  She frowned at him and Tucker winced.  “I understand, madam.”

Learning of Desiree’s life was a sad story to hear, but finding out that she was compelled to grant any wish she heard was a lifesaver.  Sure, it sounded rough having to fulfill everyone else’s desires and not your own, but Tucker needed that kind of guarantee that he could get what he needed so long as he asked for it correctly.   Unfortunately, that would have to wait. The sun was going down, and his parents probably didn’t want him out late with ghosts on the loose.

There were things Tucker could get away with, such as staying out particularly later than he should, ignoring all the vegetables on his plate and generally being less engaged in dinner discussion because his parents weren’t the parents he knew.  Not exactly, anyway.  A few months could really change someone.  One thing he could not get away with, however, was taking a shower in Angela Foley’s household.  So, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and took off the Specter Deflector™.  Nothing happened.  Opening his eyes, Tucker found nothing had changed. He could remember everything from how it was supposed to be and he didn’t get any new memories aligning with what Danny had told him.  “That’s one mystery solved,” he muttered. That done he got rid of the rest and cleaned, trying to devise a plan.

When he woke up the next morning he had a plan.  It was a relatively simple one.  “Find Desiree, unwish my wish, and the world is fixed.”  He put the belt back on with his new outfit of leather pants, a green sweater and a leather jacket he’d found sitting in his closet.  “If she can change reality this much then who knows what else she can do?  She probably remembers me shooting at her.”

Even with the wildness of a ghost messing around with people’s desires and a huge, overly public case regarding the town crazies who discovered the afterlife - a thing that Tucker was going to file under ‘think about in more depth later’ - life still went on.  There were movies to attend, and people still went to them. This was not the place where Tucker expected to be dealing with a ghost of any sort.  And yet, here the tracker pointed him, leading to Paulina… chibified. “I know chibis are supposed to be cute, and on-screen they are, but this?  This is horrifying, and I don’t like it.  I dunno how anyone else thinks this is cute.”  Everyone in the theater was going nuts over Paulina, who steadily grew into a seven-foot-tall chibi version of herself.  “Oh wow, the weebs are feeding her power or whatever.  That’s just great.”

Riffling through his jacket pocket, Tucker felt the handles for familiar weapons - an ecto-pistol, a tube of lipstick that also shot lasers, the wrist ray he should have on and was now putting on- but none of those guaranteed he’d be able to get the ghost energy out of Paulina.  Was this a good idea to act on?  “Only one way to find out…”  Aim, charge, fire.  A beam of green struck chibilina in the forehead, dead on, and her supernatural form rippled with a green light.  Everyone turned to Tucker, who sucked in a sharp breath, ran for his board, and flew away.

“Ok, I don’t have a weapon on me that can push the ghostly energy out of someone,” he muttered, hoping and praying that Paulina couldn’t also fly.  “Good to know. Ugh, where would I find a wish obsessed djinni?”  He looked down below him, and up above him even, hoping he’d spot any kind of clue as toa car flew within an inch of Tucker’s face and it’s tailwind dragged him into a spin.

Once he corrected himself in the air and almost caught all of his breath back, Tucker focused on the car zooming around through the air with green energy pulsing through it.  “I know we were talking about making flying cars happen, but not like this.”  He flew off and after the car, having to push the engine of his board to keep up, and knocked on the driver’s side window.  “Uh, hello, this is technically speeding, I do believe.”

“DUUUUDE WHAT THE HELL!?”  The blond surfer stereotype screamed, bringing Tucker to question his style and location.  There were no beaches in Minnesota.

“Roll down the window!”  Tucker pointed at the button, which the guy thankfully hit, and Tucker reached in to grab the wheel and steer the man away from the city.  “Alright, so I don’t know how to drive exactly but I’m pretty sure there should be some brakes down there.”  No sooner did he say that than the car stopped.  It stopped dead in the air, and gravity took hold - a thing it did at inconvenient times. Thankfully, Tuck didn’t have to scream for the man to hit the gas again since this sudden a drop kept him from being able to catch the air needed for screaming.  When they started moving forward and up again, Tucker clung to the car door and wheezed in his helmet, shaking his head.  “Find. Empty.  Parking spot.  Think about going down.  Slowly.”

“Oh what, just fuckin think about it going down smoothly and it’ll go down?”  Tucker, who was on his hoverboard of all things, was being glared at.  By some surfing wanna be.  He had no time for this kind of bullshit.

“DID YOU WISH FOR IT TO START FLYING AND IT FLEW?!”  the guy flinched and nodded, face screwing up with concentration as he steered the car.  Tucker felt free to let go as the vehicle descended toward an empty-ish parking lot and began to slow down.  When the car landed and Tucker hovered only a foot off the ground, the man practically kicked his door open and wrapped Tucker in a hug.  “Whoa!  Ok, ok this is happening.”

“Thank you!  Fuck, man, thank you so much!  I almost died, flying around in a car!”

“Yeah, I’m looking to find the person who did this so I can stop her.”  Tucker gently pushed the man away and started floating up higher, his visor flashing with a status update on his board.  It might need maintenance after pulling speeds like that.  “You just do your thing, probably avoid using this car for a while.  Buh bye.” That said, he sped off into the sky.

“You’re serious?”

“Would I be telling you this if I wasn’t 100% serious, Sam?”  Tucker groaned, sitting on his board on the roof of the school.  It was the only place he could think of that’d be abandoned on a Saturday.  “I know how to be serious, you know!”

“I dunno,” Sam drawled, “you can be pretty insensitive.”

“Enough to joke about messing up everyone’s lives with a wish?”  Tucker glared at his phone.  “Sam, Jazz is dead in this timeline!  I wouldn’t joke about being the cause of that!”

The line was silent for a long moment, and he checked to make sure he hadn’t been hung up on.  Finally, Sam sighed the crackle of it in the receiver matching the static in his head when he learned about that little tidbit.  “Fine. Ok, let’s pretend I believe you. Why do you want my help instead of Danny’s?”

“Pardon?”

“Danny’s the one with access codes to all the weapons his folks have for fighting ghosts, not me.  Why are you telling me this instead of Danny?”

“First of all, I have the weapons I need to fight her if it comes to that, which gods I hope it doesn’t.”  With all the chaos she was causing, Tucker didn’t want to get into an actual fight with Desiree.  He had a feeling Danny wouldn’t have won that fight with his powers either.  “Second of all: gee Sam, I wonder why I didn’t tell Danny that I essentially got his sister killed with a hasty wish?”  The line was silent, and Tucker took a few deep breaths.  “I’m sorry, if I sound harsh or anything I just.  You’re the one who comes up with most of our winning ideas, and I don’t wanna hurt Danny any more than I already have.  All I need to do is find Desiree and make a wish.  Any ideas on where she might be?”

“Well, she might be at a place where people typically go to make wishes.  Everyone has a desire to ask for pretty much all day but a wishing well or fountain or something would probably do the trick.”  There was a loud clacking of keys and Tucker winced.

“You need to ease up on that poor keyboard.”

“It’ll be fine.  There’s a wishing fountain around the middle of Magnus park.  Heck, toss a coin in and make a wish of your own, that might get her attention.”

Why hadn’t he thought of that?  “Thanks, Sam, you’re the best.”

“You know I am.  And Tucker?  Be safe, or as safe as you can be.”

“Safe as anyone can be going after a djinni, yeah.  I will be.”  Tucker nodded and hung up, slipping on his helmet.  Putting in the directions for the Magnus park fountain through his PDA, Tucker took off into the sky and hoped that things went even a bit ok.

Finding Walter Weston as he wished for a million bucks and peridot green mist swirled around him like a caress as a familiar voice spoke was not what Tucker would call ok.  Still, he took the opportunity to stop another stupid wish from getting twisted - a million bucks could be quite a few deer or even just that much money crushing him under its weight.  Slowing down enough to not break anything, Tucker swerved, yanking Mr. Weston up out of the smoke, and dropped him off a few meters away.  Looking up, Tucker saw an infuriated Desiree glaring down at him and shouting in a language he didn’t understand.

That was fine though.  He didn’t need to understand her just yet.  She understood wishes in English just fine, clearly.  “I wish that I hadn’t interrupted your conversation with Danny!”  The djinni stared at him, eyes bright red with obvious fury, but her hands glimmer pink and green, and the mist wrapped around him again.

“So you have wished it, so shall it be!”

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Things get darker right before they get brighter in the end, something three plucky teens are about to learn. Sometimes you just want that darkness to have never had a reason to come for you in the first place. One has to be careful what they wish for, of course.

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Things get darker right before they get brighter in the end, something three plucky teens are about to learn. Sometimes you just want that darkness to have never had a reason to come for you in the first place. One has to be careful what they wish for, of course.

Welcome to the end, friends

Keep reading