#it eats away all the good ecto and twists ones obsession

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DC x DP Prompt *4*

Jason had been a little better recently. He had the pit better under control, even though it reared his head from time to time. But it was easier to talk with the bats... his family.

But B's staring was making his skin crawl. The big bad bat was staring him down for over ten minutes.

"What?!", his tone was harsher than he intended, but that wouldn't make him back down. The silence carried on for a few beats, before his fahter batman finally graced him with an answer.

"I spoke with Constantin... a while ago", it almost sounded like he wanted to talk emotions. Which could just mean something bad.

It took some moments before B continued. The emotional talk theory sounded more and more likely.

"There could be a way to help with the pit madness." - Bruce lifted his hand to stop any Protest from Jason - "I just want you to consider it. We won't do anything without your permission. It wouldn't even work without it. The entity is strong, but it is confirmed that it isn't a danger, as long as we treat this the right way", if he didn't know the old man any better, he would have thought that he was just as businesslike as always. But his jaw was clenched, his fingers kept twitching ever so slightly. His father Bruce was nervous.

And that was enough to reign the pit in, that kept whispering how they still didn't accept him. But that didn't mean he liked this idea.

So his answer was nothing more than a non committed grunt, before he swung on the back of his bike. The old man would be alright to wait for a bit.

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It took months before Jason brought the conversation back up. The pit had been a bitch to reign in the last few weeks and today he felt at least somewhat like himself again.

They spoke just a little bit about what would need to happen, but Jason felt like his time was running thin. He didn't care all to much about the details at the moment.

Constantin was ordered to the cave and the summoning was prepared. No blood or sacrifice was needed, which made this magic bullshit at least a bit more tolerable.

Beside the Batman, Constantin and Red Hood was also Nightwing there. He didn't want any of his other siblings by his side. Not when he felt so easy to irritate.

The Magician began the ritual and in the circle formed a whirlpool of lazurus water. If Dick hadn't been standing behind him, he would have bolted.

But after just a few seconds emerged a white headed boy out of the pool. The portal closed and left a confused, floating boy behind.

But before Constantin or Batman could say a word, the green (Lazarus green!) eyes landed on him. The being gasped and flyed directly to him.

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Danny had been minding his own business, free from rouges and king work for once. His finals stood right around the corner and he took the time off to learn.

But of course he had to be summoned in the only normal time he had. But since the energy felt familiar, he was to 90% sure that it should be sad trenchcoat man. So it should be important... hopefully.

As soon has he looked around he saw John and the Batman! But there was an energy that pulled his attention.

His eyes widened. This poor... Revenant? Halfa?? He wasn't sure, but! He was one of his people and it looked bad. And he seemed to be around his age, what made it so much worse.

Danny zoomed over to him, to have a better look. And that just made it worse.

"That looks bad... who did this to you?", he whisperd with a horrified glance at the chest of the other boy.

His core was slowly poisoned by his own ectoplasm and seemed like there was not much time left.

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You think the Zone has its version of Comic Con?

Like? Think about it. You have literally all of time to work on it, your Magnum Opus, your life's work. That DREAM comic. All the supplies you could ever wish for. Endless paper. Endless ink. You can practice and practice for CENTURIES until it's JUST right.

Wouldn't you want to share it?

There are definitely Ghosts who have Obsessions that make them collect.

And two people meeting would lead to a group. Lead to a bigger group. Lead to a large group. A gathering. A crowd even. Eventually you need a Lair to meet IN. It becomes An Event.

People hear about it.

Want to bring other art mediums. Food stalls. Report on it. It grows. Shoot offs start happening. Niche meet ups.

But like?

Unlike comic con? It's all FREE. Sure, you might have fork over the ecto to make your copy. And yeah, weaker ghosts can only do that so many times. Will have to prioritize. But? They can come back after leaving for a nap. Ask a buddy to come with. There ARE work arounds.

Just? Imagine the unbelievable HIPE? Danny would feel? But be unable to TELL anyone about? Zone Con happens several times a year! Cause so many people wanna come. The Zone being infinite, after all.

Problem 1? They're using THEIR standard of a "year". Which is actual 5 earth years. So it's only happens every year and a half for him. And Problem 2? He can't even TALK about how excited he is about Z Con with anyone (outside his friends and family) because they haven't heard of it and might Ask Questions.

It's ALSO held in a part of the Zone that's like? Three days of flying away from the portal. And no amount of begging is gonna get any of his loved ones to camp in the Speeder for around six-ish days just to go to a Con.

So you can imagine his DELIGHT. His utter JOY and *Target Spotted* "!!!" Noise, when? In the crowd? He spots A HUMAN! Hi fellow human!!! Omg, wanna be Con Besties? *doesn't even wait for an answer*

So now? This sad, blonde, deeply lost and kinda alarmed, trench coat dude? Is Danny's new Z Con Going Bestie! You got a map yet, bestie? No? That's cool, he has one. By the way, he has human food in the Speeder if you nee-

YES!

Cause, see, here's the THING. John? Lost to the Realms Infinte. Or Infinte Realms. Translation was iffy... and on fire... like the rest of the building. It was him or the kids those psychos had kidnapped, for what fucked "ritual" the voices in their heads, that THEY thought were demons but frankly he's pretty sure was just feedback from-

Look, doesn't matter, he had to choose. He always knew someday he'd have too. That even twisting Luck and talking fast wouldn't quite be enough. And he had to decide, in that moment, which outcome mattered more to him. They get out safe, or he does.

Wasn't much of a question, was it?

So, there he is. Staring down oblivion and all those debts unpaid. 'Bout to see who's gonna come for him this time, and take what left of wretched soul. When? He bleeds on the FUCKIN two-bit crap circle they squiggled in God only knows what. Remembers that "oh YEAH, set dressings!" Sometimes when you focus too hard on insuring a Good Outcome?

You weird weird as shit byproducts happening on the side to balance it all out.

Or BAD ones.

He wakes up someone fucking green and crowded. For the life of him can't tell you which one it is. And THAT was of course, bout two days ago.

Biggest and most immediate problem? He... does NOT recognize what flavor of magical fuckery this is. Doesn't seem Fae. And doesn't smell like Hell. There are... there are honest to God BOOTH BABES hanging around. Hunks too. The view is LOVELY.

And nerdy.

Very, very nerdy.

But he isn't THAT out of touch. So he should recognize SOMETHING. Or at least the languages. But nope! It's like aliens and magic had a nerd baby and dipped it in GREEN. And the worst thing? Is there is food everywhere, but it all glows and John's not stupid enough to eat it.

Then? Sweet merciful fuck. Salvation! Some teeny bopper Barely No Longer Teen fresh faced INFANT of a Hero kid. With a SHIP. Who has FOOD and a clear idea of where they are. Hello~ John's new BEST FRIEND. Yes. Absolutely. Con Buddies, whatever.

Just feed me, kid.

Only? Once he inhales like 5 "Fenton rations"? He only gets half way through introducing himself before getting interrupted. Kid hears "magic" and "occult Detective" and just? Goes "oh! So you wanna check out the magic Ally with me? Sam wanted me to pick up some witchy stuff!"

..............how magic?

(In Which? Constantine becomes Danny's interdimensional Con buddy)

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Ectober Day 31: Haunt - Flaunt A Haunt, You Get Caught

Tucker’s got suspicions and he’s not really sure if so much ghostly stuff is actually good for his best friend.

Tucker watches with morbid curiosity as a coffee cup just lazily floats from halfway across the room to Danny. Who grabs it without even looking and nearly chugs whatever’s left. Based on how there’s zero steam coming from the cup, it’s probably cold. “Dude, the fucks up with your room?”.

“Huh?”.

“You are not that fucking good with telekinesis. Not to mention, the air is goddamn green”.

Danny swirls his finger in the air, some of the thicker green air spinning around his finger, “heh, yeah. It’s been a hot minute since anyone’s actually been in here huh? Well except me obviously”, turning to look at Tucker and leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, “been this way for a bit. Tis my fault. ‘Cause of that whole ‘ghost shred off free-floating ectoplasm’ thing”.    

Tucker side-eyes Danny bed as the top blanket changes colour by a couple of shades, “do your folks just never come in? Because this is really noticeable. Even walking up to your room I could faintly see green mist coming out from around the door”.

Danny waves him off, “oh that they write off as from the portal. The rest”, Danny shrugs and suddenly all the green in the air splatters up onto the ceiling, looking like hundreds of glow-in-the-dark stars.  

Tucker pulls a face, “convenient?”, then looking down at a notification on his phone only to notice that his phone seems to be charging, even though it’s not plugged in, “the fuck?”.

Danny tilts his head back over the backing of his chair, “what? Still bitching about my room?”.

Tucker lifts up his phone, “I think my phone’s glitching out again, charging symbol is on”.

Danny phases his phone out of his pocket and chucks it at Tucker, though Tucker’s pretty sure it’s floating on its own a fair bit. Grabbing it and looking at it to see that it’s charging too, “I repeat, the fuck?”.

Danny shakes his head, “it's my room dude. I got my ass electrically charged to death, so my room’s electrically charging through my death”.

Tucker smirks slightly, “you’ll never need another back-up battery again”. Watching as Danny pulls a green apple out of his desk drawer, pointing it at Tucker, “no need for fridges either”. Tucker sighs, “why are you keeping fruit in your desk? How is that not moulding?”.

Danny looks straight at Tucker and bites into it, Tucker easily seeing a bit of ectoplasm dripping off it. Grimacing at it, “ecto-food? Why?”.

Danny shrugs, “it’s easier. If I want food it just sort of appears here”, finger-gunning at Tucker, “fast food delivery on demand but better”, shugging, “‘sides, it’s just as healthy, or whatever the fuck, for me”.

Tucker frowns a little as Danny continues eating the ecto-apple, “just make sure to actually do things like a human sometimes dude?”. Danny tilts his head back and licks some ectoplasm juice off his cheek, “Tuck fuck, my room is just a room. And you can’t be one to bitch about diets”.

Tucker shrugs though frowns as Danny looks back to his computer screen. Looking at the time, Tucker gets out of the beanie bag, which is magical back to its normal shape, and he stretches, “speaking of food, Imma raid your meat fridge”.

Tucker goes to twist the door nob left to unlock it, moving to open it just as Danny’s saying, “just make sure to twist the door nob right, you know, the right way”. Danny slowly looks to the door as Tucker’s just standing there holding it open, the Ghost Zone visible through the doorway.

Tucker turns his head to Danny and squints, gapping slightly. Danny chuckles, “ya turned it left, didn’t ya?”. Tucker near slams the door closed, relocks the door, and then unlocks it to the right. Opening it to see the Fenton household hallway, closing it again slowly but not locking it.

Tucker blinks a couple of times before blurting, “your room’s a fucking lair dude. A displaced part of the Zone”.

Danny shrugs and rubs his neck, “I don’t really notice”.

“You don’t notice there’s a literal doorway to another dimension option to your room?”.

Danny throws his hands up slightly, “it’s fucking useful Tuck. My room is just being considerate”.

“No dude, it’s adapting to your whims and needs. It’s a lair. Your rooms as ghostly as you. Both you and your room are haunting your house and town”.

Danny shrugs and waves him off, “well whatever. I like it”.

Tucker shakes his head slightly, “of course you do dude. It’s made for you quite literally, I would hope so. Probably helps you with healing and sleeping and everything too”.

Danny points at him but nods, looking a little sheepish, “yeah. Been healing faster, sleeping better”.

Tucker nods and points right back, “lair. And dude you’ve been staying home more often. So maybe make a point to not just confine yourself here”.

“I have not been”.

Tucker crosses his arms, “yes you have dude. Nine out of twelve times I’ve messaged or called you, you’ve been here. That’s weird for you dude. I know it probably feels nice and comfy, but maybe make a damn point of not locking yourself away or getting too attached”.

Danny looks down at his computer screen and grumbles, “fucking mother henning me”.

Tucker sighs and walks over to Danny, slugging him in the shoulder, though feeling a little wary of how the colour palette of his room is more dark, harsh and sharp, “dude, most ghosts only leave their lairs for their Obsession. Or if they make a point to. I don’t want you to fall into that, basically get addicted to your bedroom. I don’t wanna lose my best friend to a damn room”. Tucker snickers and makes an overacted show of pretending to be Freakshow, “I! WILL NOT! BE UPSTAGED! BY A! GHOST ROOM!”.

Danny screws up his face and starts wheezing before genuinely laughing hard, accident phasing through his chair. Tucker smirks down at him for a while until Danny looks up at him, still partly phased through his chair, “I love you, you absolute bastard”, shaking his head and phasing out of the chair. Patting Tucker’s shoulder, “Alright Tuck. Let’s go get some damn mortal food”.

Tucker chuckles as they head out of Danny’s room, “soooo, when’s the last you had human food?”.

“This feels like a trap”.

“It’s only a trap if you haven’t been. Soooo”.

“Uhhhhhh”.

“Ancients goddamnit Danny”.

End.