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Absurdism Chapter 7

Valerie is here! Cujo causes trouble (as always)! I regret involving Vlad in this plot because it’s so hard to elude to his motivation without giving him POV scenes!

Rating: Teen/K+ (a lil swearing, because teenagers, man) Warnings: - Genre: Family, Hurt/Comfort Additional Tags: Sibling Bonding, Family Bonding, Alternate Universe - Halfa Jazz AU, Jazz makes friends

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Chapter 7: Shades of Gray

Sidney’s eyes slid past Jazz, towards the rest of the city that laid behind her.

“That different, huh?” she asked, tone light and teasing. He’d been doing it almost the whole time that they’d been up here, on the roof of Casper High. It must’ve been forever since Sidney had last seen the rest of Amity Park.

He laughed, clearly sheepish. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be rude.”

“I know, it’s fine,” she assured him, curling her legs underneath herself again. Her jumpsuit creaked a little, pinching her strangely, but Jazz was finally getting used to it. Was spending enough time in her ghost form to adjust. “Amity probably looks way different, huh?”

“Yeah.” His gaze wandered off again, towards the busy streets away from the school. It wasn’t that late yet, but, well. Not a whole lot of people came out near the school on a Sunday.

Besides, enough people had seen her and Phantom now. There was no point in trying to hide the existence of ghosts anymore, not after that huge battle with Spectra just a few days ago.

Jazz opened her mouth to say more, but cold mist wafted free instead. She groaned, drawing Sidney’s attention back to her.

“Ghost,” she explained, answering his unasked question.

She pushed herself up onto her feet, knowing that she would have to go look for it herself. Phantom was patrolling, yes, but he was taking care of the far side of Amity. If he came too close, Sidney would set off his ghost sense, and they didn’t want to risk him missing any ghosts because he thought it was just Sidney.

A small bark sounded behind her, and Jazz froze. Then turned around, slowly. There, on the roof of the school, was the ghost that had (probably) set off her ghost sense.

The ghost was small and clearly a dog, puppy-like with big red eyes. Its fur was bright green, but its folded ears were black, and its lolling tongue was faint purple. Its tail, as wispy and flame-like as her own hair, was wagging up a storm.

“Well, that saves me the search, at least.” She stared down at it, and it looked back at her.

“Be careful!” Sidney cautioned, perched on the edge of the roof. “Animal ghosts are as unpredictable as real animals!”

“I know, Sidney.” She rolled her eyes. His advice was meant well, of course, but she had fought plenty of animalistic ghosts to know how to deal with them. This one, though… It didn’t seem particularly volatile.

She lowered herself down into a crouch. The dog didn’t move, but kept its eyes on her. She could tell, now, that it was wearing a black collar with glinting spikes on it. A dead pet?

Slowly, she extended an arm towards it. It stopped panting, stretching out its neck to sniff her hand. Whatever the ghost was looking for, apparently she was accepted, because it nosed her hand.

Jazz shifted her fingers, scratching the dog in its cold ectoplasmic fur. Its eyes closed into squints as she petted it.

“Jazz…” Sidney said, and she turned to look over her shoulder at him. He was clearly worried, gray eyes darting between her and the ghost.

“It’s fine, I think it used to be a pet.” She frowned, turning back to the dog. But if it was just a pet dog that died, why did it become a ghost? And why would said ghost then come to Amity? Did it live here? Was it looking for its former family, its owners? “It’s not volatile.”

Sidney hummed, tone clearly skeptical.

If this ghost was anything special, Phantom would know, right? He didn’t have a phone, unfortunately, so she would have to go find him to ask.

She scooped the dog off of the ground, looking at the bundle of green fur squirming in her arms. Well. She couldn’t really go looking for Phantom while carrying this ghost, could she?

The ghost was promptly shoved into Sidney’s unsuspecting arms, and he scrambled to grab hold of the dog.

“Jazz, what—”

“I just need you to hold him for a bit,” she explained, stepping away when it became clear that Sidney had the ghost. “I have to… go ask Phantom.”

“Your brother?” Sidney raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. “I don’t see why he would be any help in this situation.”

“It’s complicated.” The dog held still in Sidney’s scrawny arms. Good. Now she just had to—

“Oh!” Sidney exclaimed, arms flailing in an attempt to grab the ghost dog again. Somehow he missed every attempt—or the dog dodged them all—because it landed back on the roof.

And then, before either she or Sidney could grab it again, it was off like a shot.

“Shoot!” Sidney grunted, clearly frustrated. “Sorry, Jazz, I don’t know what it happened. It just freaked out!”

“It’s fine, Sidney. It happens.” She looked in the direction she thought the dog had gone, but couldn’t sense it. She wished her ghost sense functioned a little more like a tracker, sometimes. “Neither of us had expected it to freak out like that. Why don’t we go look for it together?”

He nodded, toeing the gravel on the roof. “Alright. Sorry, Jazz.”

“Stop apologizing.” She waved a dismissive hand in his direction. “Seriously, it’s not your fault. Come on, this is a good opportunity for you to see a little more of Amity, too.”

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The faintest whiff of her ghost sense told Jazz that the ghost was just on the edge of her sense’s range. She followed the implied direction, hoping to finally find that dog ghost that had gotten away earlier.

It was about time, really. She’d been looking for so long that Sidney had left to go home. At this point, she figured it was more likely that she was looking for Phantom to ask him if he’d caught the ghost already.

She’d been high in the sky during the approach, in an attempt to make sure the ghost wouldn’t see her and run. It had worked; the ghost, in all its green and glowing glory, stood still in the street. Of course, it didn’t seem that Jazz was the reason for that. Phantom was darting all around it, interchangingly hitting it with blasts and dodging its swipes.

That, and the ghost she had found wasn’t the one she was looking for.

Still, she was here anyway. Might as well make herself useful, especially as the fight was taking place in a residential area.

Jazz launched herself downward, blasting the ghostly feline in the side. Apparently she had blindsided it, because the cat yowled and bounced over the street, not even landing on its feet.

“Specter?” Phantom paused, throwing her a confused look. “Thanks, but… why are you here?”

“Was looking for a ghost.” She watched the ghost clamber back onto its clawed feet. “Found you two instead.”

Phantom hummed, before throwing himself at the ghost again. It hadn’t quite recovered from her blast—thanks to the element of surprise, not her strength, she was sure—and was sucked up in the Thermos easily. She contemplated leaving, but chances were that Phantom had found the ghost dog already.

That, and the meaningful look he was throwing her meant that he would chase her down if she left without him.

She rolled her eyes but followed his path up to a nearby roof, ignoring the hushed whispers of the crowd. This neighborhood was pretty far from FentonWorks; they likely hadn’t seen much ghosts around here, not yet.

“Why were you patrolling?” Phantom asked the moment she touched down. “I thought you were spending time with Sidney?”

“I was,” she admitted, shrugging. “Some kind of ghost dog found its way up to our roof, but it wasn’t malevolent. I wasn’t sure what to do with it, but then it suddenly sprinted away. Sidney and I looked for it, but we couldn’t find it, so he went home.”

“And you kept looking?” Phantom shook his head, then nodded. “What did it look like? I might’ve come across it before you did.”

“Probably, yeah.” She held out her hands. “About this big, standard coloration. Floppy black ears, though, and a spiked collar.”

Phantom groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of course it was him. Figures.”

“You know this one?” Well, she figured he probably knew all the ghosts they fought. But apparently this one left enough of an impression for Phantom to remember it—him.

“Yeah. Not sure if he has a name, but I’ve been calling him Cujo, and he answers to that. Sort of.” Phantom made a face. “He’s a major pain in my ass, honestly. Not too bad himself, but he’s looking for a toy from when he was alive, and that set off a huge chain reaction in my world. I thought I had more time to go look for it before he came around, but I guess not.”

“There might still be time, right?” She wasn’t sure how a dog looking for its toy could cause so much trouble, but still. Phantom had no reason to lie about this stuff. “Let’s go retrieve it before he tries doing it himself.”

“Right.” Phantom nodded, then turned to gesture further out of the city. “We’ll need to head towards Axion Labs, then.”

“Axion Labs?” she echoed as they both took flight. “Why would he go look for his toy there?”

“If the timeline matches up, which I think it does, they recently replaced their guard dogs with an advanced security system.” Phantom looked at her, his expression pained. Surely he didn’t mean… “I think Cujo was one of their old guard dogs.”

“But— They can’t have put all of those down, can they?”

He shrugged. “Maybe he died before then. I don’t know. Not like I could ask him, y’know? But his toy is there, in the old kennels.”

She opened her mouth to answer, but Phantom paused, suddenly. She stopped as well, hearing, faintly… alarms?

“We’re too late.” Phantom stared past her, and following his gaze, she saw Axion Labs in the distance. Red lights blinked over the building, and now that she was listening for them, the sound was definitely alarms that were going off.

“What happened?” Surely the ghost hadn’t caused any injuries? Phantom would’ve said if it was dangerous. Right?

“He broke in.” Phantom continued his flight again, more slowly. “The security system couldn’t stop him, because it was designed to stop humans, not ghosts. The boss is going to be pissed, and they’re not going to realize he’s a ghost and not a regular dog. The designer of the system, Damon Gray, will lose his job.”

“Gray?” she echoed, faintly. “Valerie’s dad?”

“He gets re-hired later,” Phantom said, sounding like it was supposed to a comfort. “In a lower-paying position, though. The Grays never find their way back to riches.”

Jazz felt like she had swallowed a block of ice. She had never really liked Valerie, per se, but that didn’t mean that she wanted this for her.

“And it’s—”

“Not your fault,” Phantom cut in. “Nor mine. If you want to blame someone, blame whoever is responsible for Cujo’s death.”

He paused, and she stopped next to him. She startled when he grasped for her shoulder, when he met her eyes. “Jazz. Don’t blame yourself, okay? It’s not your fault that Cujo got away—trust me, he’s very good at that. Cujo is just one ghost, and he’s not even malevolent. No one is hurt.”

“But Valerie—”

“Will be fine.” Phantom shook her shoulder a little. “Seriously. It sucks now, and it’s gonna suck for a little longer, but in the end she’ll be glad it happened. She was in my universe. She’s an A-Lister now, I know, and she won’t be allowed to stay in that group when they find out that she’s not rich anymore. It’s gonna be rough, yeah. But eventually she’ll realize that those guys were never really her friends, and she’ll find better ones, and she’ll be happy. Happier than she was before. Okay?”

“Okay,” she repeated, not really believing it.

Phantom didn’t look like he believed her either, but he let go anyway. “Good. I’ll see if Cujo got his toy, and if not, I’ll bring it out so he won’t break in again. Why don’t you go home?”

She sighed, but nodded. “I guess. Not much else I can do, anyway.”

He didn’t look happy at her sentiment, but hey, neither was she. “Good. Bye, Jazz.”

“Bye, Phantom.”

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Jazz was still thinking about it when she heard Dash snip at someone during lunch. She looked, barely noticeable, as Dash puffed himself up, blocking Valerie’s way.

“Oh,” Valerie said, posture tense. “I see.”

This, she didn’t want to hear. Jazz turned back to her lunch, trying to ignore the way her guts squirmed. Phantom might’ve said that it was unavoidable, that it wasn’t her fault, that Valerie would be better off for it, but it didn’t feel that way.

She trusted him to be right. Her body didn’t have to agree with that, though.

There was nothing she could do about it, anyway. If the other A-Listers got troublesome enough, Sidney could interfere, but she? She couldn’t do anything.

The scrape of a lunch tray on a table. Jazz looked up, slightly, to see Valerie hesitate. She shrugged, lightly, then turned back to her own lunch.

Didn’t comment when Valerie sat down, joining her otherwise empty table.

Jazz was a Fenton, and unfortunately, the Fentons were outcasts. Danny might’ve been able to find two kids his age, similarly outcast from society—or uncaring enough to befriend him—but she hadn’t been as lucky. Not that she cared, not really. No one picked on her, anyway, and teachers liked her. Who cared about the opinions of kids?

Well, Valerie did, she supposed.

She continued eating her lunch. Phantom had encouraged her to eat well despite the awfulness of both cafeteria food and food prepared home. Apparently half-ghosts burned through a lot of energy, and she had to keep up a steady supply of energy to her developing core.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Valerie pick at her lunch as well. The girl relaxed slightly, over time.

Jazz was a Fenton, and she’d always been an outcast. She hadn’t cared enough to change it.

She had never considered that being an outcast would make her a safe haven. She was glad for it, now, for being able to at least offer that to Valerie. Even if she was the reason why Valerie needed it in the first place.

It was something, at least.

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Jazz dove, corkscrewing around a non-existent obstacle.

“Good!” Phantom complimented as he caught back up to her side. “Could use more work, though.”

She rolled her eyes, whirling around him. “Are you really surprised?”

“Nah,” he said, easily. “But it’s good to keep in mind, now that we’re no longer hiding in the woods.”

That, at least, made sense. With Amity’s increasing familiarity with ghosts, Phantom said that they could move some of their training sessions back to the city. Some things, like flying, you just couldn’t practice in the dense woodlands.

“Fair enough.” She watched as he did a complicated roll through the air, darting up and then suddenly dropping down. Phantom might have two years of experience over her, but she was certain that this grace came from elsewhere. He looked right in the skies, in a way she didn’t think she ever would.

Still, she tried to mimic his maneuver, coming to a halt next to him. “How was that?”

“Pretty good.” He grinned at her, looking impressed. “You’ve been holding back on— Whoa!”

A bolt of pink ectoplasm shot past them, almost brushing Phantom’s arm. Jazz startled. Why hadn’t her ghost sense warned her?

She curled through the air, rather than turning in place. Staying in one spot? Potentially dangerous.

When she saw the origin of the blast, however, she faltered.

The figure was humanoid—actually human, she was sure—clothed entirely in red, but with black gloves and boots. Wearing a mask, even. Stood shakily upon a hoverboard, like they—she?—hadn’t quite gotten used to it yet. A rather sizable ecto-gun was braced against her shoulder, aimed in their direction.

A second pink blast pinged off of the green shield that had appeared in front of Jazz, and she jerked back to the moment. Phantom hung next to her, his eyes fixated on the human as well. On the ghost hunter.

Jazz opened her mouth to ask him—what now?—but Phantom whispered, so quiet she almost missed it, “Red.”

And, oh.

Red was Phantom’s ally in his dimension, wasn’t she? He trusted her to keep Amity safe from ghost attacks. They couldn’t… couldn’t fight her, could they?

The third shot went wide, and Phantom’s shield faded away. He dove, suddenly, and Jazz swallowed her questions to follow him. Behind her, she could hear thrusters whir to life.

She didn’t understand. Wasn’t Red an ally in Phantom’s world? Wasn’t that why he trusted her to keep Amity safe? Had Jazz messed something up, in this universe, that had led to this? Or did they just have to win Red over?

Why was she here, now? What had led to this sudden appearance?

Phantom paused, suddenly, low in an alley. Red’s hoverboard sped by, apparently having missed their last dive.

“What—” Jazz started, unsure of which question she was going to ask, but Phantom held up a silencing hand.

“We need to leave,” he said, quietly. “We can’t—shouldn’t—fight humans. The only way to get rid of her is to escape. Split up, and I’ll meet you back at your house later so we can talk. Okay?”

She nodded. “Gotcha.”

“On go.” He crouched in mid-air. She braced herself against a wall. “Go!”

They both pushed off, shooting diagonally out of the alley. Red had spotted them immediately, her hoverboard roaring as she raced back in their direction. Jazz threw a glance at Phantom, saw that he was heading away—towards the park, the woods—and continued her chosen direction towards home. Even if that might seem suspicious, that was were the portal was located. It made sense.

Phantom was much faster than Jazz. She knew this. She knew she was the more likely target. Red’s hoverboard just wasn’t fast enough to keep up with the older half-ghost.

Still, the roar of the engines went in the other direction.

She slowed, just a tad, to look over her shoulder. And, indeed, Red was chasing down Phantom, not her.

Was she going after the more dangerous target? Surely not? Wasn’t it better to chase the weaker target that you knew you could get, rather than go after the more dangerous one you can’t catch?

Something weird was going on here. And Jazz didn’t like it.

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Honestly, Danny hadn’t put much thought into how he would meet with Jazz that night. They couldn’t risk meeting on the roof in their ghost forms, not if Valerie might be on patrol. And he couldn’t just phase inside as Phantom. Even if their—her—parents hadn’t ghost-proofed the place, it was far too likely that someone might come in.

But that someone might also be the Danny of this universe. If he saw Danny…

Well. They could probably play that off a shapeshifter ghost? It was his best option, he guessed. He just had to make sure Jazz knew which Danny he was.

He waited until darkness fell, his stomach grumbling as dinnertime came and went. It wasn’t as bad in his ghost form, but, well. No sense in risking the Red Huntress just for a little hunger, right?

The light came on in Jazz’ room. Showtime.

Danny turned himself invisible, flying towards her window. His powers were harder to use in human form, sure, but not impossible.

Only Jazz was present. He knocked, drawing her attention to the seemingly-empty window. She frowned, but caught on quickly—as expected. Nodded.

He phased inside, dropping his invisibility almost immediately.

“Phantom,” she greeted him, and he ignored the usual pang of hurt. He understood, of course, had encouraged her to call him Phantom instead of Danny. It was important to maintain that difference, to remember that he wasn’t her Danny.

But hearing his sister, her voice so like his own sister’s, call him Phantom instead of Danny…

It hurt. But that was okay. Just a little pain, he could endure. Better him than her.

“Hey, Jazz.” He hesitated, then sat down on the edge of her bed. Watched as she dragged a chair in closer, so they could face each other more easily while talking.

“So… Red?” she probed, in a tone he knew oh-so-well.

He laughed a little, despite the pain of the memories. “Yes. The Red Huntress, the public calls her. Or, well. You know what I mean.”

Jazz nodded, slowly. Her facial expression was one he was very familiar with. It said ‘you’d better keep talking, or I will dig out this information the hard way’.

“She’s hired—kinda—by Vlad. Well, an anonymous benefactor, but it’s Vlad. He drops off ghost hunting supplies for her, top notch, invented by himself. In return, she hunts down ghosts. Specifically, she always had it out for me.”

“Still does, it seems,” Jazz pointed out. “She chased after you, even though you were too fast for her. Any sensible hunter would’ve gone after me.”

Then Jazz frowned. “Wait, but why now? What happened that would’ve brought this on?”

Ah, and there came the real banger. The source of guilt for both of them—because he hadn’t prevented it. Almost casually, he said, “Well, her dad lost his job because of ghosts.”

“Oh.” Jazz’ eyes grew wide. “Wait. That was Valerie? A-Lister, sends jocks after kids instead of getting her hands dirty, Valerie?”

“Well, no longer an A-Lister,” Danny pointed out with a shrug. “And she is like, a ninth degree black belt. Trust me, you do not want to take Valerie on in a direct fight.”

“But—” Jazz slammed her mouth shut, then groaned. “But why? I mean, I get why she’s after ghosts, but she was gunning for you, specifically, I’m sure of it. Why would she do that?”

And that was the real question, wasn’t it? In his own universe, he’d drawn her ire by being associated with Cujo. In this one? It must be Vlad’s doing, right?

“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “In my own universe, she had fixated on me because I was there when her dad’s reputation was ruined. She thought Cujo was my dog, and blamed me for his rampage. In this one… I don’t know. I guess Vlad asked her to focus on me, but I can’t imagine why.”

“Maybe he wants her to… eliminate you?” Jazz said, slowly. “I mean, I did turn him down because I already had a ghostly mentor. Maybe he thinks that, if he takes out the competition, he can win me back?”

Danny made a face. “Ugh, that sounds exactly like Vlad. It’s possible, yeah.”

“So we just… need to win Valerie over, somehow?” Jazz shifted in her chair, the frown back. “How did you do it in your universe? Especially since she hated you?”

He laughed. It wasn’t happy. “I didn’t, not really.”

“But—”

“Valerie hates ghosts. I’m not really a ghost, am I?” He grinned, humorlessly. “She fought me until she found out. After that she was still pissed, but she didn’t shoot me anymore, so.”

“But you… you said you trusted her to keep Amity safe,” Jazz stammered, eyes wide.

He shrugged, plucking on his sleeve. It was going ragged—all this time outside in the same clothes was wearing them out way faster than he would’ve thought. “Well, yeah. She’s a great ghost hunter, especially now that she’s not driven by vengeance. I trust her. I never said she trusted me back.”

“Oh.” She turned her face down, her tucked-away hair slipping free.

“But that doesn’t mean anything,” he said, trying to comfort her again. “I mean, I’ve got plenty of enemies that you talked out of fighting. And your Valerie, your Red Huntress, she’s not blaming you for what happened. If anyone’s gonna talk her into being a proper ally, it’ll be you. You’re great at that stuff.”

Jazz looked up again. Her eyes were big and watery. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, trying to come across as casual again. “I mean, look at all these ghosts you’ve talked out of violence. Lunch Lady, Dora, Sidney, Desiree. I fought all of those guys.”

A grin crept on her face, little by little. “Yeah,” she said again, more sure. “Yeah, I can do it. I’ll convince Valerie. I can do it.”

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Jazz walked into the canteen a little late. Automatically, she took in all the tables, searching for a spot to sit. Her eye caught on Valerie, alone, outside despite the cold.

She bit her lip.

Win her over. Right. She could do that.

Her lunch tray was filled, and then she walked outside. Sat down on the opposite side of Valerie.

The girl shot her a skeptical look, throwing a very clear glance back at the door. Jazz shrugged.

“I know what ghosts can do to someone’s reputation,” she said, in lieu of an explanation.

“Oh.” Valerie’s gaze dropped back to her plate. Her posture softened a little, though. “Right.”

They sat in silence for a long moment, both of them picking away at their lunches.

“Look,” Jazz finally said, breaking the quiet again. “I’m not going to say that I know what it feels like, because I know that it’s not the same. But Valerie…”

Valerie looked up from her lunch, meeting her eyes.

Jazz rolled a lipstick over the table. It hit Valerie’s lunch tray with a metal sound, the smooth plating catching the light even when it laid still.

“If you ever want to learn more about ghosts, including how to fight off the bad ones…” She shrugged. “Well, I’d be willing to teach you. Including how to use that laser lipstick.”

“Laser?” Valerie echoed, somewhat incredulously. She reached for the tube. Uncapped it to reveal the bright green inner tube.

“Just point and twist the green band,” she explained. Handing a ghost hunter a weapon might not seem like the best plan, sure. But Valerie already had plenty of guns. The laser lipstick didn’t pack that much of a punch, and it would win her some trust.

Besides, if Valerie wanted to hunt ghosts, she might as well be safe doing it.

Valerie shook her head, capping the lipstick again. “I’ll try that somewhere safer, if you don’t mind.”

But she stuck it in her pocket, rather than handing it back to Jazz, so she counted it a victory.

“Now, about ghosts…” Valerie continued, a grin slowly creeping onto her face.

And Jazz smiled back.

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need1etail · 5 years ago

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The Kin Background Character HCs

ThunderClan | ShadowClan | WindClan | RiverClan | SkyClan

Raven, Roach, and Rain

- Raven, Roach, and Rain are siblings. Their mother, Rancor, was an unfair mother: as soon as they reached three moons old, she made sure they knew how to hunt, and left them to fend for themselves. She told them many a time that she wouldn’t be around forever, and, though it made them feel tougher, it scared them to the core. Rain had promised herself that she’d stick by her siblings’ sides no matter what came their way.

- Rancor was a lying, cheating cat. She lied so much, her kits didn’t know when she was telling the truth half the time. Often, Raven found herself wondering if She was telling the truth when she said she loved her.

- When Rain, Raven, and Roach were abandoned by their mother at five moons, they tried desperately to find her. Only to find a cat named Darktail. Darktail had promised they’d get their revenge, but he has yet to follow through on it.

- Rain is still unable trust cats very well, she was wary of Darktail for a few moons, even after he seemed to prove that she could trust him. She couldn’t lose Raven and Roach like she lost Rancor. He couldn’t handle that.

Pepper and Shade

- Pepper was orphaned at two moons old, her father, who had been raising her after her mother died of a sickness, hit by a car. Pepper could only wander around. She nearly starved to death when a loner found her. Shade took her under her wing and fed her, treating her like her daughter.

- Shade and Pepper found Darktail and his rogues on ShadowClan territory, and decided it was best to join them and rest. Shade wasn’t as young as she used to be, and Pepper knew that she wouldn’t be able to travel any longer. They settled down and Shade got to know Ratscar while Pepper became close friends with Beenose.

Flame, Sap, and Slit

- Flame and Sap are Slit’s half siblings, Slit is a few moons older than the two. Flame and Sap are both small , but they make up for in their sharp claws and aggressive attitudes. Sap often started fights with other rogues they’d meet on the road, giving him scars to prove it. He was lucky Slit was with him so much, for they had a wide knowledge of herbs, thanks to his mother, who disappeared near the sea one day when Slit was eight moons old and Flame and Sap were only two moons, never to be seen again.

- Slit often got into trouble with foxes and badgers, losing her tail in a fox fight, but that’s not how she got the scar of her eye. For three moons, she spent his whole day beside the sea, waiting for her mother to return. Sap and Flame hunting for her, but she barely ate, staring at the waves with tired. Eventually, Sap got sick of it and he yelled at Slit that she was never coming back. Slit cried that he was wrong. They argued and argued and Slit screamed and cried until Sap reared up and unsheathed his claws, giving her a deep scratch over her eye. Her eye was injured, but it healed over time, and she was able to see a blurry world through it. She doesn’t talk much anymore, not with Sap and Flame at least.

Thistle

- Thistle was a big softy growing up. She had a wonderful mate in a young cat, Dew. Thistle and Dew were both great-grandkits of BloodClan cats, born in the alley where Scourge once ruled. Of course, BloodClan had broke up, but their parents still wore the teeth-studded collars. Thistle and Dew always spoke of leaving the alley and finding a new home, far away here.

- When Thistle’s parents heard about this, they weren’t happy. Thistle watched, helpless as Dew was attacked by Thistle’s father and a few other BloodClan rogues, given one deep scratch on her throat. Thistle cried that she’d do anything for them to stop, and her father stopped. Thistle was forced not to speak with Dew anymore, and Dew was taken to a Twoleg for help. Thistle gained a toothy collar and did as her father told her, beating trespassers and murdering cats who tried to escape the alley.

- Moons later, Thistle did escape with the help of Dew. She had a horrid scar on her throat, and a few more over her eye, her ear shredded. Thistle tore off her collar, leaving her pelt ragged around her neck, and they left the alley. Four BloodClan rogues caught them and attacked Dew. Dew cried for Thistle to run, and she did as she was told, horrified as she listened to her mate’s blood-curdling screeches. Thistle doesn’t know what happened that night, she doesn’t know if Dew is dead or alive somewhere, looking for her. She became hard and emotionless, except for anger that made her sick and tired and cold. She missed Dew. She left Dew behind.

Ember, Cherry, Birch, and Juniper

- Ember was a kittypet, who fell in love with the cat next door, Midnight. He was kind and handsome, and was ecstatic to find out that Ember was carrying his kits. Ember was just as happy as her mate, until she found out from a neighborhood cat that her kits would be taken away a few moons after they were born. Of course, Ember was horrified. She voiced her concerns to Midnight, but he was furious when she suggested leaving. She argued that he wouldn’t even be able to see her kits, but her mate didn’t care. He spat at her, saying he’d track her down if she left him.

- Scared for her and her kits’ lives, Ember begged her kittypet, Snuff, friend to help her take her kits away. Snuff told her she knew of a group of cats who could help her. She left Ember for a while, before coming back with a big, black-and-white tom. He introduced himself as Darktail, leader of SkyClan. Ember had heard the strange stories of SkyClan, living in a gorge not far from her home. She told him she was desperate to be taken somewhere where she can safely have her kits. Darktail promised refuge from her Twolegs and mate

- About a moon later, Darktail and his cats brought Ember and Snuff to the gorge. They let her stay in one of the caves, setting up a nest for her. Three days went by. Ember and Snuff were well-fed, and treated kindly by Darktail’s warriors. Ember went into labor that night, giving birth to three kittens. Ember and Snuff named them as soon as they could, after the trees they could find in their backyards: Cherry, Birch, and Juniper.

- Snuff began to get antsy in the camp. She told Ember one night that she saw a brutal fight between two cats, Rain and Flame. There was blood, and Flame nearly took Rain’s ear off. Ember only shrugged and said that’s just how wild cats are. Still, Snuff was nervous.

- The night Ember was dreading came. Midnight found the SkyClan camp. Ember hid the kits in the cave and confronted him. She said she’d leave him and her Twolegs if it meant keeping her kits. Midnight only laughed, asking if she’d be staying with the crazy wild cats. Ember spat anyone would be better than him. Outraged, Midnight smacked Ember with his claws, leaving a deep cut on her cheek. Darktail called for an attack and Flame and Sap rushed forward, bowling into Midnight. Ember stared in shock as Flame and Sap ripped at his fur, leaving him battered. She cried for them to stop, saying she never wanted them to kill him. Darktail looked confused, asking what she did want. Ember flattens herself, frightened, saying she only want them to protect her from harm Darktail argued, “That’s precisely what we’re doing. This cat’s better off dead anyway.”

- Regaining his balance, Midnight lunged at Ember. She yowled, but he never landed a blow on her. Snuff bowled into him, shoving him to the ground and giving him a few scratches. But Midnight was too strong. He overpowered Snuff, pinned her to the ground, and sank his teeth into her throat. Both cats bled out that night. Ember never felt more sick. She nearly vomited at the sight of all the blood. Raven escorted her back to her cave. She shook as she wrapped her tail around her kits, promising she’d protect them from harm.

- Though Ember didn’t agree that Darktail should have ordered to kill Midnight, she still owed him her life. She stayed with him, letting her kits grow up in the SkyClan gorge, half-starved as they didn’t get much prey. Ember knows one day she’d be able to get away from Darktail and all this violence. She just needed to wait for the right moment . . .

Maxie

- Maxie was born into the soft life of a kittypet. She never wanted to live any other way, she was happy with her housefolk and the cat she grew up beside, an old white tom by the name of Casper. Her life was perfect: she was let outside every so often, she always had food and water, she couldn’t think of a better life. Until she met Honeytail.

- Every cat knew about the SkyClan cats living in the gorge near the town. Maxie always thought they were just ruffians who didn’t want to live in a house, but they had a Code, and they followed StarClan’s pawsteps. The more Maxie learned about SkyClan, the more she wanted to know. What was it like hunting and fighting for survival? Why did Maxie only ever see Honeytail around the town. Were warriors not allowed to visit the kittypets, as they called them? What were these other Clans Honeytail kept babbling about?

- Eventually, Honeytail and Maxie grew quite fond of each other. Maxie left to see Honeytail at her border every sunrise, and Honeytail would visit Maxie’s house when she had the time. They fell in love with each other, and somewhere along the road, Honeytail was expecting Maxie’s kits.

- Maxie was ecstatic. There’d be a mini version of her living her new dream of being in a Clan. But, Honeytail voiced her concerns, saying it was forbidden for a warrior to be mates with a kittypet. Maxie was upset, and they didn’t visit each other for a few weeks. She thought of what life as a Warrior would be like. Finally, she decided to tell Honeytail she wanted to join SkyClan.

- But when she got to the gorge, there were barely any cats there. That’s odd. Didn’t Honeytail say there were many SkyClan warriors. She met with a gray cat, asking if they knew where Honeytail was. The cat didn’t recognize the name. Dazed and scared, Maxie went back home. She knew Honeytail couldn’t be dead. What happened to SkyClan? Where were they?

- With one last goodbye to Casper and her housefolk, Maxie set off to find Honeytail. She needed to see her, she needed to see their kits. She was beginning to give up hope when she saw a group of cats. SkyClan, maybe? She could see ginger fur! Was that Honeytail? She raced over to them only to realized . . . no . . . this was the group she saw in the gorge. The leader asked who she was, and that she was looking for a Clan. The leader’s eyes sparkled and he explained that they were heading to the lake, where all four Clans lived. Maxie got excited. She joined them, hoping that she’d see Honeytail once more.

- But. They reached the lake. And Honeytail wasn’t there. She heard speak of SkyClan and a cat named Alderheart trying to find them. She didn’t give up hope. She knew she’d see Honeytail and their kits. She needed to.

WOW THIS WAS A LONG ONE Sorry lol. I really wanted to delve deep into these cats’ stories since they’ve never been seen before and I went overboard lol. I love these characters so much at this point tbh, look at these babies.

#warriors #warrior cats #wc #headcanons #Darktail's rogues #the kin #darktail's kin #darktail #rain #wc rain #raven #wc raven #roach #wc roach #rogues #shattered sky

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loki-fanfic-whore · 6 years ago

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Inhuman ch.3

Warnings- none for this chapter

@drakesfiance

Chapter 3 Realization

Tom awoke to a slim hand gently tapping his cheek.

"Tomas? Are you awake?" A soft voice rang out. Tom groaned and sat up.

"Oh good you are awake. My name is Natasha. This is Clint, Steve, Thor-"

"I know who you are. Your names and faces are plastered everywhere." Tom tried to speak casually but it sounded forced.

"Do you know why you are here?" Bruce spoke up stepping forward. His hand tucked into his slack pockets.

"The fish oil....it gave me...I dont know what it gave me." He confessed rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oy! The damn cat is being Casper again!" Tony jumped away as Louis walked through the door to sit beside Tom and yowl.

"Is that all he knows how to do?" He whined.

"Louis has always been spoiled...wait. my girlfriend. Oh shit they just kidnapped me infront of her! I have to tell her I'm okay. I have to see her." Tom stood up ready to dash out.

"Yes well, about that. She would become a liability. Until we figure out what your whatever-the-hell-they are, it is better you dont make contact with the outside world....out of all of the fish oil cases that have popped up, you are the only one still alive and well. The others had nothing but negative reactions. We dont know why you were affected so positively or who gave you and the others the fish oil."

"Well first off, fuck you she is my girlfriend and I want to see her. She deserves to know I'm okay. Secondly, Dr. Maddox prescribed them to me from an urgent care. I was in a fight at University and my girl friend made me get checked out. The doctor gave me the pills saying they would help."

"Where was the Clinic Tom? I'm sure Dr. Maddox was not her name, but maybe they have security cameras and we can start a profile." Clint spoke up stepping forward. Natasha and Thor both nodded.

"Second and Tallahassee. It was an UrgencyCare." Tom spoke curtly, his patience wearing thin.

"I want to see her. She needs to know we are okay. That's traumatizing shit!" He moved towards the exit only for Bruce to stop him.

"Hey now, let's just calm down."

"You dont get it!" Tom roared and swung at Bruce who in turn turned into the hulk. The hulk swung back at Tom who caught his fist and slung him onto his back on the ground, the concrete cracking under the sheer force. The hulk was heaving, but Tom wasnt even sweating.

"Hulk no." Natasha scrambled next to him to try to calm him down and draw Bruce back out.

Thor and Tony both held Tom back.

"What do we not get?" Tony sassed at Tom. Tom glared at him before disappearing in a wisp and reappearing in the door way.

"She keeps me calm." He then bolted out into the tower. Thor looked at Tony inquisitively.

"He has abilities like Loki, perhaps the oil of fish gave him seidr like power?" Tony scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"So he has super strength and teleportation. I wonder what else he could discover?" Steve chimed in for the first time. He was scribbling everything down for Bruce to review later.

"Or how long he will keep these abilities?" He added jotting that down too.

"Well the freaking cat can Casper through obstacles. So there is no telling." Tony retorted.

"I think until we can answer these questions we need to keep him under observation and away from regular human populations." Steve chimed in again looking to everyone for agreement. Everyone nodded approving of this decision.

#loki (marvel)#loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #im sorry #loki odinson #fish oil #agents of shield

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mutable-manifestation · 2 years ago

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I mean, Vlad would still be the college best bud obsessed w Maddie, he'd just be a lot more sly about trying to win over the kids (he has no idea why Daniel is so very cross with him at all times) so I could see it happening if the Foleys didn't step in (bc u know Sam's parents would never).

But even then I doubt Danny would ask to be ripped in half (for one Vlad wouldn't know to offer so Danny prob wouldn't know the rippers exist at all)

I feel like he'd probably do like u said & just use Vlad's portal to spend a lot of time seeking out Walker's company (side note: Walker is ecstatic. The cats are actively coming to him now. The munchkin is bound to appear...eventually. "It's only a matter of time" lol [side side note: Walker doesn't think to say anything to anyone else so they all think he's just a cat person])

If you diiiid want to go the 'Dan' route u could prob use Walker for that, actually... Munchkin making a reappearance & when he shows up and Walker's opening move is to blast him into a wall and just. Monologue.

It's a cat, it's not like it matters if it knows he's been waiting for the moment he could finally thrash the thing and take the throne.

And to Danny, Walker is the only person he really had left.

He cracks.

Dan wouldn't be a combination of Danny & Vlad in this, it would be all Danny.

A Danny who has only interacted with other ghosts as enemies (why would he make allies w/Poindexter? Poindexter wouldn't call a cat a bully. They don't know each other. He doesn't know Frostbite yet.)

A Danny whose one ghost friend turned out not to be his friend at all.

A Danny who thought he'd lost everything, and then lost some more.

A Danny full of rage and grief and an easy target: ghosts.

Sure, he turned on the portal.

But the ghosts chose to attack.

They chose to try and hurt his friends and his family and his school and his city.

It's their fault he missed so many classes.

It's their fault he barely got any sleep, making the classes he did attend blur in his memory.

It's their fault he went from an A- and B-student to failing his classes.

Their fault he didn't have a hope of passing the CAT.

Their fault he had to cheat.

It was because of ghosts that his parents and sister and friends (and teacher) all died.

It was because of ghosts that Danny was all alone.

And maybe, in that moment, he decides that his parents were right.

Ghosts are just evil imprints that should ripped apart molecule by molecule.

How fortuitous that he has claws.

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Homie bestie amigo friend I love you with my entire heart.

Cat duplicates.

You're a genius.

Maybe he just uses it to be in multiple places at once (ie fight ghosts, visit Walker, troll Vlad as a second cat by gaslighting him & also knocking over his vases, be at school, & catch up on his studying. Albeit he'd prob overdo it and have to spend some time practicing)

But the next time Skulker shows up, he is tackled by a veritable horde of cats at once.

This is the first time anyone sees more than one cat in one place. The shriek Skulker lets out is something he will never live down (the losing to a cat thing got less pathetic after a-they all lost to it constantly and b-it beat Pariah-Fucking-Dark)

After the rescue from Pariah Dark the sighting of multiple cats at once, the Casper students (& a lot of other people) petition to put a giant cat tree in the park.

Danny appears as like a dozen cats when they're setting it up and sits all of him in the empty shipping contain.

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For the Dan route may I submit: The Ghostly Yowl

Schrödinger’s cat a la DP

(why does the title sound like i’m making pasta?)

DP AU! in which everything is the same but Danny ghost for is the “Schrödinger’s cat”

When Danny had the accident he became something not alive but not dead, but also alive and dead at the same time. Because concepts, ideas and myths can become ghosts in the ghost zone, and Danny becoming the definition of Schrödinger’s cat theory his ghost form became that of a cat

Being a cat didn’t change any of his powers, he is just a little more faster agile and very hard to catch

But what makes him the embodiment of that theory is the fact that his ghost form is different every time he transform, sometimes he is a black cat that looks perfectly normal, others he is a white cat with wispy fur, also a green cat with red eyes that’s obviously a ghost, he can be a black cat that glitches in a way that people thinks reality is breaking around that cat, though the form of the white cat made of snow makes it the favorite for his friends in summer

Danny doesn’t know why his form is like that until he finds out about Schrödinger’s cat thanks to tucker, though knowing doesn’t change anything, the various cat forms are almost infinite, though they tend to repeat sometimes the forms are too random that are impossible to predict, after some time Danny learn to live with it and appreciate the pets his friends and other people give him in that form, though his favorite one, and the one that repeats more often is the form of a cat black as the void of space with stars and galaxies moving on the fur

One of the advantages of this cat forms is that no one, besides his friends and sister, knows his secret, though nobody expects a living teen to be a ghost cat, the ghost just think that there are multiple powerful ghost cats in amity and are very territorial about it, the Fenton parents try to trap the cats putting traps with cat food for ghosts in there, Danny always destroy those traps and gets rid of the food before it poison the living stray cats, Vlad plans to kill Jack always getting stopped by those cats is very humiliating and he doesn’t brag about any of it

Cujo is a good dog, he like to play with the cat boy a lot, playing is always fun for the puppy and he is happy to have a friends that doesn’t mind if he is bigger sometimes, Danny thinks Cujo is a very friendly dog that doesn’t mind cats, though he would prefer to not be licked so much, ghost dog saliva doesn’t smell good at all

#danny phantom #dp au #cat danny phantom #cat Dan phantom #it's just danny but he goes by Dan to be an edgelord #not that anyone can tell #since it's all just hissing #at least until Danny fights future-him (who tries to kill Danny instead of his family bc it's His Fault they died and he could save them #if he wasn't around anymore)#[yeah it ANGSTY angsty]#It also ends up w/him taking a paper to walking in his lil' kitty mouth with questions about kingship & rulemaking #so the realms can prosper & they can still be friends #Walker isn't sure how to feel about a cat king but 'at least it knows how to manage and delegate to underlings' lol #Ghostly Yowl

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