Day 2: Wish
“If you had to make a wish with Desiree, what would it be? Tucker asked randomly through the comms as he sat in front of his mom’s cafe.
A chorus of groans could be heard over the intercoms.
“Come on guys, I am bored!! There's only so many cookies a man can eat before he gets tired!!” he argued, “and you guys said I’m not allowed to use my PDA!”
“That's because we're on a stake-out,” Sam rebutted on the other side of town. “We can’t have you getting distracted and missing Desiree!”
“Ohh really?!?! Because it sounds like you're at a concert!”
“We’re supposed to blend in so that she doesn't think we’re looking for her!! Why else would a person like me be outside at noon?”
“HOW DID I SUPPOSED TO LOOK NORMAL WITHOUT MY TECHNOLOGY?”
“Is this really what your stake-out are like?” Valerie asked, switching off the main channel to speak to Danny privately as she soared through the sky above Amity Park.
“Well, we typically don’t do stake-outs,” Danny said as he sped through Amity in his ghost form, trying to find a spot that would trigger his ghost sense. “Most of the time, if a ghost wants to mess with the public, they’d make it known. However, ghosts like Ember, Spectra, and Desiree are more subtle since they get their power from people.”.
“Hmm, I see.”
After a few seconds of silence, Danny finally spoke up again. “What would you wish?”
“Oh jeez, really?” She chuckled.
“I mean, yeah, I am curious.”
“Well, I wouldn’t make a wish even if my life was at stake, but if it was someone else like my dad at stake, I’d probably just ask for a full ride to college.”
“Smart”
“Thanks, what about you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Danny joked, “I’d wish for top surgery.”
Suddenly, Danny’s ghost sense triggers, and a poof of green smoke appears around him.
“Aah!” he shouts as the smoke envelops him.
“Danny?! What’s wrong?” Valerie hurriedly asked as she sped down to where Danny was.
When she got down to where he was, all she was met with was an extremely confused Danny.
“What happened?” she asked
“I haven’t a fracking clue,” he responded, standing like a wet cat, grabbed by the scruff of its neck.
“Huh,” Valeria said as she did a quick sweep around the area but found nothing but the remnant ectoplasmic particles.
“There’s nothing here; I think she just granted a wish.”
“Granted a wish? Who’s wish?”
“....”
“....”
“Dude check”
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Core Gems
So when a ghost becomes injured, they have a last ditch defense where they retreat into their core. And I mean, injured badly where their body is rip apart to the point they can’t hold a solid form anymore. And they basically go into a hibernation state until they are strong enough to form again.
Ellie, Danny, and Dan are all injured in a final battle against the GIW. The organization was destroyed and the ghosts were safe but the halfas ended up being so injured that they reverted to core form and then went to sleep for a bit. When they woke up, they were still weak but at least recovered enough to gain consciousness. And realize…they are in some kind of auction…in the middle of a heist. It appeared that two furries (one in a bat costume and one in a cat costume) were ducking it out. And they…they were a necklace. All three of them had been turned into a necklace with their cores as gems accompanied by sapphires, pearls, and opals. And frankly gorgeous craftsmanship as the metal was crafted around their cores as if to cradle them and the other gems.
Unfortunately, they were too weak to take a form properly, they could still feel the strain on their bodies. But at least they could still communicate through their auras. Then the cat lady punched a hole in the glass container surrounding them and grabbed their necklace.
However, the bat grabbed the other end and it resulted in a sort of tug-a-war. Meanwhile, Danny, Ellie, and Dan were having a back and form commentary on the situation and what they should do. Completely unheard by the other party.
In the corner of their eye, the three halfas finally noticed a third contender. Some kind of clown who was…hold on…holding a gun?! And it was pointed straight at the two fighting furies who had yet to notice him. The ghosts’ protective instincts went into overdrive and they frantically tried to shout, yell, move. Just do something to warn the two but their cries fell on deaf ears. All they succeeded in doing was faintly glow which immediatly caught the attention of the fighting duo. The two turned to look at the strange necklace but right at that moment, the clown fired and a gunshot rang throughout the auction room. Having no other options, Danny and the others poured every ounce of ectoplasm they had to try and phaseshift, making the two furries intangible as the bullets passed right through them, but in their shock, the two jumped away in opposite directions and accidentally ripped the necklace apart. Gems and pearls went flying and the three cores bounced along the ground.
Luckily, the two finally noticed the clown and went to deal with him and his minions who had appeared. Seemingly putting their fight on hold and forming a temporary truce. The three halfas could only watch as the battle finally wound down, ending with the cops barging into the place and arresting the clown and his grunts, the cat managing to escape with half the scattered gems and pearls from the broken necklace along with a few other jewelry pieces (none of their cores though) and the bat leaving through a skylight.
The auction continued and in the end, despite being broken, their necklace seemed to have caught someone’s interest. A man named Bruce Wayne bought up every piece of the shattered jewelry wear. The auctioneers appeared relived that the item managed to sell in the end and gratefully gave it to him.
Bruce had no idea what happened at the auction, but he could have sworn that some of the gems faintly glowed right before he and Selina were shot. If the necklace was some sort of magical item, then he needed to understand exactly what has been brought to Gotham. It was unfortunate that Selena had taken some parts of the necklace but he utilized his vast wealth to make sure all the other parts ended in his possession. Now he would take them back to the mansion for examination.
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Having bpd to me is like I'm the loneliest person on the planet, no matter how many people I talk to, no matter how many connections I make or have, I'm a lonely void who will die alone. I have to be talking to someone or with someone every second of every minute of every day. I love people so much, I need people. There's so many people out there with different things to teach you. And then, if I have to talk to one person for more than 6 seconds today, I'll kill them. I'll kill myself. I need to be left alone for the rest of the day, I need no one but myself to be happy. I don't want to partake in anything with anyone because it's all draining and taking out of my alone time. Everyone is the same, they're all boring and self-absorbed. Every conversation feels like I'm forcing myself to be actively present. I just want to be alone in my room with nothing or no one. I don't see a future where I'm happy with anyone other than being by myself.
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