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grimdarling69 · 26 days ago

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Another Deaged Dan and Ellie or otherwise known as Crack pt8

John Constantine was unsurprisingly quite used to being tied up. Ever since Batman called him in to inspect that interdimensional portal that reeked of the Infinate Realms, he's been inning around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to stop the end of the world. The portal was just about the worst constructed thing ever. It was running on ectoplasm and soda. From the notes and scribbles he found in the lab. Luthor was going to create a that would have been much safer but ran out of time. So they recreated 'the Fenton portal' he has no idea what that is.

Even Batman, much to his displeasure, has no clue. He's the fucking Batman, the greatest detective in the world and he has no goddamned clue what the fuck that means. Whatever the fuck or whoever the fuck Fenton is he will be torturing them somehow.

God, he needs a drink. He tries to reach his flask in his coat but can't. Because he's fucking tied up in a random ghosts lair.

"Beware! I am the Box Ghost!" Fucking kill him now. How the fuck did this loser capture him. He tricked fucking Satan so many times snd this rectangular obsessed ghost captures him? He's never living this down. He just hopes Zee won't find him before he gets out of here.

Purple smoke seeps in from the ghosts door to his lair. To late.

"Huh?" The stupid ghost questions the smoke and flies toward it.

"Beware!" He yelled and threw his hands up. Obviously, trying to appear scary but only achieving in making himself look like a total dork. God, what an idiot he was. Hurry up, Zee. He's not bloody drunk enough to play damsel in distress.

The smoke turned tangible and wrapped up the befuddled ghost and drags him to the floor. He tries to go intangible, but the purplish ribbons keep top strong a grip on him. He resorts to wiggling around on the floor like a worm. The door is roughly kicked open, and Zatanna struts in.

"Need a hand, john?" She sarcastically asked him. He sighed.

"Just put me out of my misery, please Zee."

"No can do." She uses her magician wand to cut the rope magically and dropped him to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Curse you my knight in shining fishnets.

"Hope you don't mind i brought some company." She said like she'd really care if he did.

"Oh great." He picked himself off the floor, massaging his irritated skin. His head was still spinning from being tied upside down for so long. He stumbled and was caught by a pair of strong arms. He looked up and saw four batears and two frowns.

"Aw batsy, you do love me.. fuck I don't feel good..." He then immediately threw up the measly crackers and some whiskey he had in his jacket for some reason when he was captured by those fuckers last week.

He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed his flask, and took a big swing of the empty flask.

"God fucking damnit!" He cursed and fumbled around for a cigarette finding absolutely nothing. Worst day ever. Or night or whatever the fuck time it is.

"Constantine. What the hell are you doing?" Batman gravelly voice interrogated him. What a tool. He finally takes a glance around his now less spinning surroundings. Zatanna really brought the cavalry in, didn't she?

Red Hood, Red Robin, Signal and Flash younger stood on one side of the room. Wonderwoman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, the older Flash, and Cyborg were on the other.

"What in the bloody hell is this?"

"Nightwing and Robin. Have you found anything?" Diana asked calmly like this was any other day. And they weren't in one of the most dangerous places in the multiverse.

"Yeah, they're trapped in the Far Frozen."

"How are you so sure?"

"Ghosts are stealing food and human items across the earth. Mostly from high magic and death rate areas. Where natural portals are more common." He took a cigarette from Red hoods outstretched hand, ignoring the glare from the others around them. Also ignoring the shove Red Robin gave to his brother and lit the tip with a quick spell. Inhaling and blowing out the smoke is an experienced dance.

"We already know that. We've all tried tracking them and nothing works." Zatanna stated crossing her arms and peering over the brim of her hat questioningly.

"I've got a source. Did some bounty hunting for the resident ghost of a dead warden, he wanted some ghosts locked back up in his prison." He pointed at the still wiggling ghost "This one here was the first one I locked up a week ago after I left those demons in the dust and he got a lucky revenge shot in."

"How do you the warden is trustworthy?" The older Flash questioned. He looked nervous like he was waiting for something.

Another shoe to drop was just what he needed.

"Because i got it verified by the Lord of all time. He told me to hurry that'll I'll need to be 'Beware of poisonous thorns '. I'm guessing he just means they're guarded by a nature ghost or something. Weird for the antartic, but they are ghosts, so nothing really has to make bloody sense around here." Taking another drag from his, smoke, and he takes a mental stock of the few things they'd need to make it there.

"We need to go now. How do we get there?" Batman grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the door.

"Slow your roll, luv. Do you want to die? We've got a lot of things to do if you want even a chance to survive that bloody place. Forget even making it there."

"Like what?" The older Flash asked suddenly standing with Batman and wonder woman.

"Like getting some bloody jackets."

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm clock beeps loudly in his ear. He smacks it without thinking. So early.....getting up and walking to the bathroom swiping his phone on the way. Doing his business and brushing his teeth.

He scroll through his phone. Bruce wanted to talk, Jason was mad at him, Tim was pissed at a case, Babs missed seeing him. He walks out the bedroom after pulling on some random shorts. He yawns loudly and open the cabinets grabbing cereal.

He eats the cereal slowly while responding to messages. Looks like the internet isn't working very well nothings going through...weird with a waynephone but not impossible it wasn't as bat-grade as his other tech anyway. He'll fix it later. His sons bedroom door opens.

"Richard? Where are we?"

"Richard? Since when do you call your old man by his first name? Not very proper of you baby wing." He joked ruffling his hair. Damians face was rippled with confusion.

"Your not my...father...oh my ancients...fuck-" He looked around the room for another second then turned back around and ran into his room slamming the door closed.

"Damian..!" He tried the door, but he immediately heard the lock turn. He knocked on the wood, hoping Damian would respond.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" He tried to talk to him through the door. He stuck his ear to the door and could hear rustling noises and swears and something Diseree?

He grabbed his lockpicks from their usual places. He picked the lock methodically.

"Diseree! Fix this now! Or I'll put you down!"

"Ughhhh I'm only granting your wish!" A echoey voice unbound by a physical plane.

A genie(?) Flew up through the floor she wore blue robes and with a bored expression snapped her opaque fingers and everything went dark.

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Everything hurt. Before he could even wake up he was aware of immense pain. His chest hurt and his eyes were to heavy to even attempt at moving. They felt heavier than his fortress key. He vaguely recognized the bed he was laying on to be his recovery cot with the solar panels in the watchtower med bay. He tried to think of what led to this but he couldn't think of anything. It hurt to think god his head was pounding like he went through a skyscraper all the way from the top to the basement and further.

"Clark? Can you hear me?" Lois? What was she doing here? He tried to open his eyes but they must have been glued shut.

"Stay still, dad..." Jon? Jon...and him...were fighting but over what? Something to do with Robin, maybe. He can't remember, and it hurts to try to sift through his shattered memory.

"Go back to sleep dad. We'll be here when you wake up." Kon, he remembers telling him something but what was it? Be prepared? No he says that all the time it's something different...its gotta be something new...God if only the lights weren't so bright maybe he could open his eyes. Speak. Ask him. I know it's important, what did I tell you?

He tries to open his mouth, and all he hears is beeping and unfamiliar voices. He thinks he can hear Lois tell him to calm down? He is calm. in fact, he feels too calm, like the calm before the storm. Ugh, if only that obnoxious beeping and shouting would stop. This time, he welcomes the embrace of darkness. Anything to escape that horrid shrieking.

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"And why should I help you?" The large green and pink alien looking woman leered at Constantine. This was a bad idea, a terrible one, actually. Why did you listen to Batman, Wally? He should have just zoomed around this dimension instead of almost killing them by begging for help from dead aliens! Why would Dora the Explorer or whatever her name is want to help us?

"Because I've brought you your cousin, Diana of Themyscira?" Constantine told the amused tall as fuck lady. She was huuuuge-not in a rude way of course. Gid he's an idiot atleast he's to scared to speak. He's the Flash, faced of million of scarier foes but something about her just makes every hair on his body stand in fear. She kinda reminds him of Wonder Woman.

Wait, did he just say cousin-wait? Is he trying to sacrifice her to this random alien?? By telling her she's its cousin?? Is he telling the truth she is kinda of wearing armor like Wonder Woman, but still...

"Greeting cousin, I've heard many stories of your great cleverness." WW said to her. He guesses he was telling the truth if she's going with it.

"And of my great naivety and stupidity? You have been poisoned by spending all your time with these mortals if you think false flattery will endear me to you. What will you give me if I help and don't say your soul. I know who you are, John Constantine, and your reputation precedes you even here." She spoke with an even tone, but he could feel the power in her words as she toyed with the small box in her lap. Running her fingers across its lid and body. Tracing the beautiful woodwork.

"A favor. If you know of my reputation, you must know of my skills." Constantine quickly controlled himself and attempted to convince her again.

"I suppose it would be nice to hold a favor from such a skilled magician..." She appeared deep in thought, and from his position to the side, he could see Constantine's eye twitching from being called a magician. This was pretty fucking funny actually. He just hopes Constantine controls himself.

"You wanted a way to the Far Frozen, why? Does it have anything to do with the rumored lockdown over there?" Shit she wasn't convinced this was less funny....

"There's a lockdown...? That wasn't-"

"Calm yourself, magician. I have been invited for diplomatic reason recently and j suppose I could invite a few of you but not all of course. Tell me why you need to go there and ill put us on the list?" She praticaly purred the last part she knew she won.

"We-"

"Are looking for my sons." Batman interupted WW and what the hell was he thinking? Giving information to people we have no clue about! He was Batman he'd kick people out of the Justice League for that and now he's doing this!

"Your littlest one is in great pain. Burdened and heavy, how will you relieve that?" She pondered aloud her voice seemed to echo against the marble.

"He is my son. I will do anything to help him-them." Batman answered truthfully with full conviction.

The woman hummed thoughtfully. "He told me that would be your answer but can you keep your word. Can you accept that the son you lost will not be the son gained?"

"I thought The Lord of Time was the riddle fanatic?" Constsntine joked and the woman turned to him ever amused. "Well i enjoy some from time to time." She chuckled at her own joke and turned away toward her maze the one they came through. It wasn't a difficult one at all hardly newsworthy but he had a guess she had something to do with the skill level.

"A friend of mine has a beautiful ship. He would be delighted to escort mortals across the Realms."

"There are no large enough ectoplasmic pools for a ship large enough to hold our party. Mortals need more space than ghosts. We cannot simply hibernate like your kind." Zatanna answered this time he was wondering when she'd show back up. She had left in a flurry of magical nonsense for something but he didn't really understand her explanation.

"Ah but his ship does not sail the water but the sky." She reached into a pouch secured onto her leg below her fancy Greek skirt , which probably had a fancy special name, she pulled out a white whistle. It had runes and symbols all over it and they glowed a bright neon green. She blew into it but no sound came from it.

"Sounds broken-" He manged to whisper to Vic right next him. Victor glanced at him about to speak but a sudden loud crashing over head. He crashed to the floor while the gaint alien Greek ghost laughed at all of them. He looked up to the sky the large pirate ship with skeletons hanging out the side of it peering them. What the....

"Amen Auntie Dora! You called?" A young boy dressed in pirate gear complete with a skeleton parrot on his shoulder.

"It's 'ahoy' ugh why do even I try?" The pirate groaned loudly.

This is going to be one interesting voyage...

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awkward-fink · 11 days ago

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Crime!AU TF 141

Your mobile phone rings at exactly 23:42 at night, it’s a Wednesday and the day at work had been more than exhausting, so the expletives you murmur as you are dragged out of your restful sleep are more than deserved in your eyes. Your phone is the only source of light around you, illuminating the small, dinky bedroom in a soft sheen of greenish white, making it look a bit bigger than it actually is.

Still cursing, one hand in front of your eyes, you blindly fish for your phone, fingers brushing against it at the third try. It’s a number, no name, no notice on your screen, just a number. But one that had burned itself into your head regardless. You stare at the still ringing phone, a heavy stone sitting in your stomach as you watch as the time turns into 23:43. You know you can’t just ignore this; you had tried it once and the consequences had been… unexpected.

You press the green button instead of the red one you dearly wish you could press. You don’t say your name, you don’t even have the time to do so, because as soon as the call connects an accented voice cheerfully starts to speak, voice happy and awake and loud. You wish you could reach through the phone to strangle him, but sadly such superpowers are beyond you. "Right, this is the reminder call fur Diner fur (D-)One! Yer order o' a dead fiery Pepperoni Pizza will be roond in aboot 20 minutes! The delivery driver’s already got their dosh. Thank ye fur stickin’ wi’ us!" The man booms through your phone, Scottish accent rolling through your hazy mind, summoning the picture of the smirking, mohawked man into your mind. You can just picture him and his stupid smirk and his flexing arms as he twirls the phone in hand, mischief in his eyes.

“Listen here, it is nea-“ – “BeepBeepBeep” – “… Oh, I hate this. I hate him. I hate his stupid smile; I hate his stupid boss and I hate this whole situation!”

You fall back into your bed, pulling your pillow over your face as you scream into the fluffiness you need to leave now, leave behind your rest and your bed and your dog, who is still snoring loudly at the end of your blankets.

20 minutes later on the dot you open the front door, watching as a small delivery car holds in front of your small bungalow and another of the Diner Crew folds himself out of the car, cap firmly sat on top of his head, his smile big as he loped up the short path towards you, his brown eyes warm as he looks you up and down, mustering your work jeans, your too big shirt and the hint of your mismatched socks. “Hey there, Hun. Another late-night delivery for my favorite, hardworking daycare teacher.” His voice is soft and warm like honey, and you can’t believe how pretty that man is. Effortless beauty, your mother would call it. So in contrast to yourself. “Thanks.” You smile tiredly at him, taking the steaming carton into your own hands. The darkskinned pretty man chuckles, tips his cap at you and lopes back towards the car.

You watch him go, going back inside only when his car turns the corner and is out of sight. Then you breath again, your brows furrowed as you close the door behind you. The Pizza looks delicious, like always, glistening garlic oil on top of the fatty pieces of Pepperoni thickly placed on your pizza. The problem was the other side of the cardboard, the thick red letters on the inside of the box.

O’Donnel Str. 47, yellow house, take three bags and lots of cleaner. Got out of hand. No alive. No police warned. Beware the cat. Ghost-job. “Fuck me. At least it wasn’t Soap this time.” You sigh, reaching for one slice of pizza and walking into your garage, picking out the supplies you would need for this job tonight. You hesitate before you put the whole box of cleaners in the back of your car.

“Fuck me.” You repeat, swallowing the last bite of the piece of pizza. “This I going to be a long night…”

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So I guess this is kind of a Crime!AU I got in my head? I wanted to write something about this and there is more lore to this in my head. But I dont know if people would even be interested in this? How would I even call this as a series? -- awkward Fink

#awkward fink #cod #AU #CrimeAU i guess #reader is a crime scene cleaner against her/his will #TF141 crime #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #au idea #wouldnt leave my head #reader #you #sorry You suffer a bit in this.#Fink's bad

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fascinatedscrawls · 7 months ago

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Phic Phight Prompt: The Box Ghost, aka the most un-frightening pathetic nuisance ever, is actually incredibly powerful compared to the average ghost.

Word Count: 1425

For @phantomphangphucker

Summary: There are a lot of different kinds of power. Some are easy to see and others - others take a little more perspective to understand. Of course, realizing that the Box Ghost was both feared and respected within the Ghost Zone is still a bit baffling even after Danny gets to see it first hand.

"Wait, wait, wait." Danny held up a hand to stop Ember before reconsidering and putting it to his own forehead in an attempt to drive off the headache he could feel building there. "Can you repeat that?"

"What am I, a wind up doll?" Her look of disgust made way for an eye roll when Danny dragged his hand further down his face to glare at her over his fingertips. "The Box Ghost will have what we need."

Hand now over his mouth, Danny wondered if he needed to get his ears checked. When she clicked her tongue at him and went to keep moving, Danny quickly followed her gesturing wildly.

"The Box Ghost? Really? As in, the guy who comes to Amity just to grab cardboard boxes and crates? The one who won't stop introducing himself and screaming 'Beware!' - that guy?" Actually, a thought occurred to him and he narrowed his eyes trying to fly ahead of Ember to try and read the truth of it off her face. "Hang on, does he introduce himself because he's trying to use some other ghost's reputation? Is there another Box Ghost out there?"

Ember sped up shaking her head as she sped through the Zone.

"Of course not, anyone would be able to tell that the imposter was lying. Or, well," she winced a little, "no one would believe that guy when he lied. I mean, he's not the best actor. Not everyone's meant for the stage, obviously."

"Obviously." Danny repeated, voice and expression flat before he remembered that he was here to ask Ember for help. Pasting on a friendly smile when she sent him a warning look, he tried for a little more clarification hoping that she wouldn't change her mind. "But how did he become the ghost to see?"

"I'm the ghost everyone wants to see." She reminded him instantly, striking a pose like she was getting photographed before waving off his fumbled response to that. "I know what you meant. For this type of thing it's more that it just falls into his domain."

"Like, a kingdom?" The Box Ghost had a whole realm like Dorothea and Frostbite? Danny almost breathed a sigh of relief when Ember shook her head.

"No, more like a website."

Danny wasn't aware that he could stumble while flying, but he managed it anyway. "Excuse me?"

"No."

Ugh. Ember was sometimes all the parts of Jazz Danny couldn't stand - a big sister without any of the care that made Jazz one of Danny's favorite people. At his groan Ember came to an abrupt stop and reached for her guitar. Danny almost brought ecto to his hands before he realized she was holding it out instead of readying an attack.

"Look, everyone has what they're good at, right? Like I'm amazing at singing and playing my guitar so when I play I can do things through my performance."

"Right." Danny drew out the vowel a bit, following but not really sure where this was going.

"It also means that things pertaining to my domain of Rock Star Sensation are more likely to find their way to me even inside the Infinite Realms." Flicking her fingers, she rolled a guitar pick down her knuckles in a practiced move. "That's why my guitar is always in tune and I usually have all the things I need to play it. Strings, picks, if they fall into the realms there's a good chance I'll find them."

So ghosts frequently found things that related to their obsession. Danny wasn't sure how true that was - that things find their way to the ghosts that wanted them rather than most ghosts only paying attention to things they were personally obsessed with, but the Ghost Zone didn't exactly run on any logic he truly understood so he was going to roll with it for now.

"And the box ghost-"

"Finds boxes." Ember finished his sentence, swinging her guitar back over her shoulder and starting forward once more, more noticeably following the path of a few other ghosts Danny could see in the distance. "And other packages, though he doesn't like those quite so much."

"He finds boxes and keeps them no matter what's inside, got it." Which explained why she was leading him to the Box Ghost for those supplies Frostbite was looking for. "How often does he find more boxes?"

Just how likely was it that Danny would find the laundry list of things Frostbite was looking for?

"Oh," Ember didn't even knock before pushing a double wide set of swinging doors open so they could step inside what Danny now saw was their destination. "Almost constantly, I think."

Goggling at the ghostly equivalent of a big box warehouse complete with rows and rows of aisles that practically scrapped the almost cavernous ceiling, Danny didn't even care that Ember was absolutely snickering at his reaction. "Where do they even come from?"

"They're every package that gets lost in the mail, I think." Ember answered, grabbing his arm and pulling him further into the store. "And there are a lot of lost packages these days."

They passed huge piles of boxes, each stacked higher than the Fenton Works Ops Center, many of which baring familiar logos from various online retailers. Danny snorted before his eye caught on a ghost reaching through the cardboard to triumphantly pull something (hedge trimmers?) from a box only to very quickly place whatever was in his other hand into the box in its place. Looking around at other ghosts who were sifting through the madness or bargaining between themselves Danny noticed something.

"Does everyone bring their own stuff?"

"Money doesn't really mean much here, so like everywhere else in the Realms this place runs on trades." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few CDs some of which Danny vaguely recognized as being popular a few years ago, all of which wouldn't have fit in her pocket if she weren't a ghost. "The Box Ghost doesn't care about what's in the boxes so long as something is inside the box."

Danny's next question was forgotten as the Box Ghost himself burst intangibly through the boxes on the next aisle over, hands raised with a loud, "I am the Box Ghost!"

After months of being warned by the same ghost with nothing resulting from it other than maybe a few hours of annoyance as he chased the Box Ghost around town before capturing him, Danny watched incredulous as the smaller ghost the owner of this 'store' was threatening cowered, literally tripping over themselves as they searched their pockets for something to put into the box they'd left empty a few minutes before.

Around them the other ghosts scattered as the Box Ghost yanked the offender up by their collar, eyes burning bright and an surprisingly impressive wave of energy rolling off him that even Danny could fee,l before a figurine (in mint condition) was held up in shaky hands as an offering.

There was a pause as the Box Ghost blinked away his rage to inspect it. Then he snatched it from their hands and put it ever so gently back into the temporarily empty box. Giving it a satisfied pat, he then threw out a practiced "Beware!" before vanishing back to wherever he came from.

Danny watched the ghost he dropped snatch up their prize and shoot out the double doors before giving a knowing Ember a wide eyed look.

"Never mess with a ghost over their obsession on their own turf, especially not a guy who gets all his power from the ecto people give off his his warehouse." She warned him.

"But - he's so-" Danny struggled to put it in words. "He never does anything like that in Amity?"

"Not his turf is it?" The pointed look met its mark even before she followed it with, "Besides, you've got his kryptonite."

Baffled, Danny pointed at himself. Ember helpfully pointed at him too. Following her finger, Danny unhooked the thermos from his belt.

"For a guy who is all about boxes and other things cubic, the only thing worse for him would be a sphere."

Aaand there was the Infinite Realm's 'logic' catching Danny off guard again.

"I guess it doesn't matter how powerful he is if I'm always fighting him with the perfect weapon."

"Yep, now get searching. I don't have all day and this place doesn't have any sort of organization."

With a groan, Danny snatched the CDs from her hand and got to work.

#phic phight 2024 #danny phantom #the box ghost #one shot #phantomphangphucker #I cannot be stopped there's another version of this prompt coming directly after lol #hope you like one or both of them!

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samgirl98 · 2 years ago

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It had been a normal Wayne family dinner (including flying cutlery, bad puns, and a tired dad voice saying “kids”)

Just as they were about to eat dessert and portal opened, one that looked suspiciously like the Lazarus Pits.

“We are looking for the one named Red Hood!” A man (?) in all white shouted. He was followed by a hulking metal machine, man thing with a Mohawk, a punk girl with flaming blue hair, a teenage boy that looked to be a stereotypical bad boy from the fifties (deathly pale with a shadow behind him twisting) and girl with green hair (it looked so similar to Joker’s hair color) and a red leather jacket, a small chubby warehouse worker, and behind them a being made of pure shadow with a feminine figure.

It took a few seconds for every member in the table to notice every detail before they got into defensive positions.

“Who are you,” Bruce asked in his Batman voice, ready to defend his family from the threat in front of them, “what do you want?”

“Are you deaf, punk? We want Red Hood. We know he’s here we just don’t know which one of you it is.”

“Why do you want Red Hood,” asked Dick, looking ready to tear the intruders a new one. They had finally had a time to be a family and eat dinner (even Jason was here. JASON! And he wasn’t in a bad mood or ready to kill anyone) and these assholes had shown up to ask for his little brother.

“We won’t say for what purpose we are here until we know the hero Red Hood is here,” the floating junk of metal said

“I’m Red Hood,” Jason stepped up a bit surprised anyone not from Crime Alley would call *him* a hero, “what do you want from me and my family”

“Not your family, just you,” the blue haired girl said

“A member of our community has been hurt and as much as we love the kid..” the green haired girl trailed off only for the bad boy to put his arm around her and finish the sentence, “we don’t have the resources to take care of the kid.”

The whole family has tensed when they heard ‘kid’

“What kid, hurt how,” Jason asked in a low dangerous voice, the green slowly tinting his vision of the thought of a *child* hurt.

The…beings nodded, looking at him with approval. All of them parted for the shadowed woman to step forward, she put her arms out as if to show them something…

Jason almost vomited.

In the woman’s arms was a thin boy bleeding greens and reds. He had a Y-shaped cut on his chest (mirroring the one that Jason had but this boy was ALIVE) and barely breathing (how, HOW was he breathing)

Actually it almost sounded like a death rattle instead of actual breaths

“We saved him from a pair of monsters,” the shadowed woman said, “we didn’t know sooner or we would’ve, we could’ve prevented this,” she said miserably

The blue haired girl put an arm around the woman, “it’s okay Spectra, we got Baby Bop out.”

The first man spoke again, “listen here, punk, we would keep him with us but he’s still half human and needs human care, especially at his age. His home life is no longer safe. So, we entrust him to you, Red Hero. Many of the scums you have killed have spoken of you as I put them in jail for the rest of their miserable afterlife.”

“You have no problem getting justice for the living… or the dead,” the man’s smile made him look like a deranged warden skeleton, “take care of him.”

Jason automatically held out his arms as the woman, Spectra, handed the boy to him.

“His name is Danny,” she whispered before going back to the small group

“BEWARE IF ANY HARM COMES TO THE BOY, I THE BOX GHOST WILL HAUNT YOU FOR ETERNITY”

One by one the beings went back into the glowing portal. The last one to enter, the blue haired girl, looked back

“We will be keeping watch. Don’t hurt him,” her eyes seemed to blaze, “or you won’t know peace in the land of the living *or* the dead

And she disappeared as the portal closed behind her

Jason looked down at the small boy in his arms and felt something in his chest shift (protect him at all cost). He would die, but most importantly, he would kill for this kid

Ok normally i just send stuff like in asks but i liked my idea enough to attempt this so

Danny does a reveal to his parents and it goes badly his parents capture him and start dissecting and experimenting on him

Tucker and sam are out of town on family stuff and jazz is at college

So who notices Danny's gone for a few days? His rouges

So they meet up because what happened to the kid i mean they got free reign now but the kid was powerful where was he (definitely not because they were missing him no not at all)eventually they all decide to investigate the Fentons because they're theost likely candidates

So they investigate and find the horrific sight of danny pinned open with the Fentons experimenting in stuff about his body

So they do what any self respecting ghost would do they save him because ancients he's a kid no ghost deserves to go through that especially not a kid so they save the kid and take him to the realms to heal but he can't stay in the realms forever he's Human as well he needs human food and sunlight and water

So they Brainstorm who could look after the welp the 2 friends were out they lived in the same town as Fenton he'd be found in a second. Plasmus no just no they'd rather not

Then boxy give them a good idea what about a hero phantom was considered a hero wasn't he? So why not a hero they aren't in amity so the Fentons would have less chance to find them

But which hero who could help then walker has an idea the ghosts of criminal had talked as he was booking them there was a hero he killed he was freeing spirits who wanted revenge so it was decided danny would go to this hero

But they had to make sure this hero knew they were watching him so they made an entrance

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The batfamily were having a family dinner it was as peaceful as a wayne family dinner could be: in short chaos

That changed when a swirling circle lazerus water opened up above the table releasing multiple figures who as one turned to jason

"Hero Redhood you have been chosen for a great mission." One of the figures said "your mission is to help the hero phantom" the 2nd figure declared "BUT BEWARE SHOULD YOU FURTHER HARM HIM YOU WILL FACE THE MIGHT OF THE BOX GHOST" the third figure yelled "if you harm the welp i will hunt the bat clans pelts" the large metallic figure threatened and with that the figures disappeared leaving behind a young boy with stitches all across his body

#dc x dp #first time writing something like this #holy hell is writing on mobile a quest and a half #hope it came out okay #A Totally Normal Wayne Dinner

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trinoxtrinox · 2 years ago

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A party to be remembered through the ages (part 3)

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Costume Party

Summary: Danny invites Pandora to the party as his third plus one.

Author's note: this is escaping my hands, it's out of control I swear to god there's no way for me to properly guess how long it'll be XD I say there'll be only 1 more but maybe they'll be 2 more parts? who knows? certainly not me XD

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The Acropolis of Athens was within sight, and once again Danny flew with the Specter Speeder in the direction of his objective with a plan in mind, or well, it was more of an idea in mind, Danny’s not the best when it comes to making and following plans after all.

“Ok, so I’ll just park the Speeder nearby, travel through the maze once more, maybe say hi to the gorgons and minotaurs if I see them, reach the end of it, say hi to Pandora, invite her to the party, and return to see how the guys are doing with the beginning of my costume.” Muttering to himself Danny did the first part of the plan, and put the vehicle in a safe place before exiting it, closing the doors with lock, and floating towards the entrance of the maze. Upon coming to the entrance however, Danny found himselfs with a Minotaur that simply pointed him upwards, and Danny, thinking that meant he could fly above the maze, simply followed that instruction, and found himself glad with finding out his suspicions were true for nothing happened when he skipped the whole thing and managed to reach the entrance to Pandora’s Palace.

“Pandora, are you there?” Danny asked as he waited at the umbral of her palace, not wanting to intrude by entering without permission.

“Who dares visit my abode?” Pandora’s voice could be heard reverberating from inside as her shadow was slowly being noticeable from the outside

“Uh, it’s me, Phantom.”

“Danny!” Her voice gained warmth in an instant as she rushed from within the insides of her palace to stand in front of the halfa, “oh it’s a pleasure to see you, how are you doing young man?”

“I’m fine Pandora, how’s everything going on here? Boxy’s still doing his punishments from last time?”

“Oh no, I let him go after a few months of punishment. I could only take so many turns overseeing his punishment before he became grating to my ears.”

“Yeah, I get it, Boxy can be very obnoxious and bothersome if you spend more than a few minutes with him at a time without something to distract you.”

“I blasted him each time he began to articulate the word beware, but that soon became tiring and I just gave up soon after that.”

“I swear he has an obsession with the word beware as well as boxes.”

“Well, enough about that, I’m sure you came here for more than a simple conversation. Would you like some snacks to have our conversation with?”

“Oh absolutely, your snacks are always delicious.”

“I’m so glad you think so, now come on inside, I’ll ask one of my shade servants to bring us some food while we begin our conversation. Come take a seat.” Pandora offered Danny a seat in one of the chairs made of marble chairs, decorated with lines of copper all over them giving them an intrinsic design, and the seats covered in enough yarn blankets to make one sink a little when sitting down, as shown by Danny doing exactly that as he let himself lay on top of said chair; Pandora laughing softly as she sat in her own bigger chair, maintaining her composure all the while.

“Oh shut it Pandora.” The teenager countered the laugh with a smirk of his own as he said so playfully while righting himself.

“Well, what would you like to talk about dear Phantom?”

“Well there’s this party that Johnny 13 is hosting, and he invited me.”

“Oh, does that mean that you can bring a friend with you? I suppose so since you’re telling me about it at least.”

“I can bring 3 actually, though they can only be ghosts so I couldn’t invite any of my human friends, hence-oh thanks,” Danny was interrupted by one of Pandora’s servants brought over a plate with some grapes, apples and slices of meat on top of bread slices, cheese slices and a little of ghost wine which could be considered ambrosia in it’s own right. “As I was saying, I can bring 3 ghost friends, and you’re the third one I want to invite.”

“Oh, I would love to come with you to the party Danny, when will it be? I want to clear my schedule as much as possible for the day to come.”

“Oh, it’s in a week, also it’s a costume party as well.”

“Oh really? Well, I guess I won’t be able to go as myself then,” a soft laugh left her mouth as she grabbed some of the food available and gave it a munch.

“Yeah, that would be cheating.” Another laugh left Danny’s mouth, this time more calm and honest than before when he laughed at his own hyperbolized mystery, “the theme is ‘historical figures of the Infinite Realms’, so in theory you could go as yourself, but again, that would be cheating.”

“Yes, I can certainly see how that would be considered as such, but there won’t be need for such worries, little one, I’ve certainly met my fair share of important ghosts through my long afterlife, I can think of many of them to go as.”

“That’s great then, you won’t have any problem doing that then. I’ll come when it’s time to go to the party in the Specter Speeder, though I’m not sure if you’ll be able to fit in anyways, unless you happen to have some minor shapeshifting powers?”

“Oh yes I have some of that, I can shrink myself if you need me to. I’d be a horrible guest if I couldn’t do anything about that.” And to proof her point, Pandora shrunk herself, armor and clothes included, until she was about two heads taller than Danny, “would this be enough to fit inside your vehicle?”

“Oh yeah, you can fit perfectly fine now. Though something tells me you can still make yourself smaller.”

“Of course I can, but I still have some pride in me, I can’t have me be smaller than you, now can I?”

“Well, I can’t say anything against that, I also have my own pride as well.” A smirk was present now in the faces of both ghosts, but finally Danny had to lift up and leave the place soon enough. “I have to leave now, I still have to complete my costume after all.”

“I’ll see you next week then little Phantom.”

“See ya next week Pandora.” And waving her, the halfa left the grounds of the Acropolis of Athens and got into the Specter Speeder, no finally going back home to begin working on his own costume of Clockwork for the party.

#Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Chaos #Day 14 #Costume Party #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Pandora

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brothebro · 2 years ago

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Ectoberhaunt 22- Day 4: BOX

[warnings: none. Rating: T Jack Fenton centric, crack treated semi-seriously] [I’d like to thank Nitzan from the DP discord for this wonderful AU idea]

Way before the portal to the Ghost Zone started working, Jack Fenton had a minor hiccup while building it. He hadn’t felt it important to let Maddie know, after all, he was fine, thank you, and the hiccup itself hadn’t had any significant impact on the machine as well, so…

It took him far too long to realise that maybe, just maybe, getting zapped by the ecto-technological miracle and not checking it out had repercussions on his health. When he started to develop what he would later call ‘cool superpowers’ he was…

You guessed it! Ecstatic!

After all, having superpowers over gravity and density meant he was far more equipped than the average ghost hunter to catch those dreadful spooks (that no doubt would show themselves eventually with the portal running). But work was plenty, and plenty stressful so Jack forgot to let Mads know about them.

He thought he told her, he really did! He swears!

Cut to now.

It’s just another work-filled day and Jack needs some time to unwind. He thinks he’ll just go zero-gravity with his powers, maybe get his transformed ⁠— and what an incredible day that was when he first transformed! ⁠— blue hands on a few boxes. Maybe play some harmless pranks on those punks loitering around Target’s parking lot. Perhaps that’ll teach them not to graffiti the GAVs of innocent people with fake swirly moustaches.

Jack Fenton’s face is not made for facial hair, okay?

In any case, Jack goes out for a zero-gravity late evening walk, vowing internally to be back for Maddie’s no doubt delicious dinner⁠— God he loves his wife! An hour and a half is more than enough to have some fun and have some time to do some gadget-to-scrap-and-remake-into-ghost-weapons shopping.

Just as predicted he finds those very same delinquents hanging out drinking diet soda ⁠— what are those kids’ parents even teaching them?! ⁠— squatting at the side of the parking lot under an old tree that has seen better days.

“BEWARE!” he shouts in his echoey voice and zero-gravitys a few empty boxes from the recycling bin to float menacingly around him.

The teens startle and look at him with wide eyes.

“THE BOX GHOST IS HERE TO REIGN DOOM WITH MY ARMY OF SQUARE CONTAINERS!”

Oh, man this is going to be fun! He’s not really a ghost, could never be such an ectoplasmic scum of post-human consciousness but the kids don’t know that and he’s going to use that to teach them a lesson not to deface people’s things.

Let’s just hope that that spook Phantom doesn’t show up to trap him in that soup thermos again…

#ectoberhaunt22 #day 4 box #Danny Phantom #jack fenton

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fnafsbheadcanon · 3 years ago

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If fnaf Security Breach was tv series: the full series including season 4.

Waring: there may be a few misspelling and writing errors in this so beware

Season 1:

*most of episodes in season 1 will take place inside of the Pizzaplex we get to see how Georgry got inside of Glamrock Freddy and the events before Vanny hacked into the Glamrock's system after that it follow the same storyline of them game with Glamrock Freddy trying to help Greogry escape but unlike in the game Greogry was able to find a way to break the other animatronic out Vany's control and now they on Greogry side ready to help him in anyway possible *

* without the Glamrock animatronic on her side, Vanny become more of a major threat along with William Afton, Vanny use her skill to hack into Daycare Attendant and DJ music man making than ten times more violent, in order to hunt down the Greogry doing whatever she can to separate Greogry from the others even trapping the child once while William use his werid ghost powers to put Greogry in alot of danger. *

* the Glamrocks of course do anything they could to help Greogry, using thier special abilities ( like Roxanne's eyes, Chica's voice box and Monty claws ) to aid him anytime he need it while bonding with him as well over course of this dangerous journey, everyone get a bit of character development each episode*

* in later episodes Greogry learn more about Vanessa's past along with fazbear entertainment past and how horrible the company and he was able figure out that she Vanny ( duh) he also find out that she isn't exactly herself, so did a bit of digging with Roxanne to find out how to free her from William's influence*

* Greogry learn from a offical Fazbear entertainment papers that Bonnie wasn't thrown away im the trash when he was dismission but was sold to another pizzachan with animatronics in the large city nearby yet the papers are up rid up and dusty only leaving a vague idea of where Bonnie might be in the city ( this plotline will be explore more in season 2) *

* in the last few episode They were eventually able to free Daycare Attendant and DJ from Vanny's control and they help Greogry along with his robot family get to Vanny's liar *

* *together after a long battle and hard with Vanny, Greogry and the animatronics were able to free Vanessa and she help them open the door to William's office with her hacking skills *

* with all their power and skills together they were able to sent William Afton back to hell yet before William was sent back he use his computer to sent his plans of murder to his fellow cult members and make sure that there was no way that Vanessa could hack into it to see what he sent not only that but senting William back to hell cause the Pizzaplex to be set on fire and the gang barely escape with thier lives*

*Fotunately everyone was able to escape unharmed thank to Monty using his strength to break dow anything that was blocking them yet he lose his tail along with his legs in the progress *

* Vanessa take everyone to chill at a most abandoned ice cream parlor she used to work at where they there for the night with Vanessa determination to find out what message William sent and who he sent it to while Glamrock Freddy use to papers that Gregory gave to him to figure out what happen to Bonnie while Glamrock Chica and Roxanne use parts they can find to put Monty back together again yet they could do so little as all the extra animatronic parts were destoryed in the fire *

*while the other animatronics try to rests yet have nightmares that night about a purple dark cloud coving the whole world killing millions of children* *season one end with all almost everyone having a goal as they drive into the city *

*Glamrock Chica and Roxanne's goal is to find a way to put Monty back together without drawing any attention *

*Vanessa's goal is to find out what message William afton sent out and who he sent that Message to *

*Glamrock Freddy and Gregory's goal is to find Bonnie, who know maybe he might help them *

* Daycare Attendant and DJ Music Man don't really have a goal in mind and they are just kind along for the ride *

* end of season 1 *

If Security Breach was a TV series season 2:

* this season is less intense than season one ( least at frist) , this season Mostly about the gang trying adjust to their new lives in the city all living In Vanessa's little apartment while Dealing with emotional and personal issues that each of the gang faces (like Mony's anger issues, chica eating problems, Roxanne low self-esteem, Glamrock Freddy Existential crises* Vanessa and Greogry having to deal with their past and trying to resolve these issues together while still trying achieve of their goals there *

* everytime one of the animatronics need to go out, it play out like a stealth mission trying to be spot by the other residents of the building *

* there even a episode where Greogry and Vanessa have to hide the animatronics from Vanessa's family in her little apartment, this episode is where we learn even more about Vanessa's past along with Greogry *

* there a blind old lady that live all by herself in the lower levels of the building that always talk to Roxanne for no reason all, at first Roxanne didn't like this old lady but later grown fond of the elder especially when she learn that the lady used to be a racer *

* Roxanne frist run into the old lady when she was looking for parts for Monty in the basement *

* the old lady would tell Roxanne stories about her childhood and surprisely Roxanne is super invested in these old stories and would ask if the lady have anymore stories she like to share*

* Plot A would be about Vanessa seaching for clues about the message that William sent all sherlock holmes style with Daycare Attendant( mostly sundrop )as her Watson while getting themselves in trouble along the way*

* as you can guess Vanessa didn't want Day Attendant help to help at first but surprisingly Day Attendant is a really good assistant *

* In fact with Day Attendant help, Vanessa was able to find out that William didn't sent the message to just one person to a whole group of people yet they almost get themselves kill when they found out about this information *

* Plot B would be Glamrock Freddy and Greogry looking for Bonnie while Glamrock Chica and Roxanne search for part for Monty *

* While seaching for Bonnie, Glamrock Freddy would tell Gregory old stories of when he and Bonnie was once a duo back in the old days*

* unfortunately Glamrock Freddy and Greogry was unable to find Glamrock Bonnie yet did find some else..Greogry biological Parents and a wave of angst and drama is released as Gregory biological Parents never care about him and just him as a mistake that need to get rid of and only want him back to make profit and to better their image this results reveling more of Gregory backstory*

*luckily Gregory's biological Parents plan failed they were punch into jail by Glamrock Freddy who afterward take Greogry back home to the family that actually care about him *

* Greogry and Glamrock Freddy didn't find Bonnie but someone else did *

* one day when Glamrock Chica was wondering the city with Monty looking for parts to fix him with. (Roxanne was unable to come since she was busy helping the old lady she befriend recover from horrible illness) they ran into a chuck e cheese restaurant where Glamrock Chica decided to enter the backstage and ask the powerful rat himself he if he have any extra parts left over she can use to fix Monty while Monty himself stay in the dinning area *

* everything Is fine for a while until someone approaches Monty and ask him if he was feeling comfortable in passive aggressive torn *

* Monty was able to respond with a yes yet he cut himself off when he saw who him the question, he look up to a familiar purple rabbit giving him a death glare *

* Monty murmured "Bonnie " in fear before Bonnie launch himself at Monty and the two begin to brawl with each other while the customers just awkwardly watch them, with a few customers making bet on who going to win*

* meanwhile Glamrock Chica and Chuck E cheese are having a nice little conversation that end with Glamrock Chica getting the parts, she was about to thank Chuck when they hear a loud crushing sound along with some screaming *

* They quicky follow the screaming into the dinning room where they sew Monty and Bonnie fighting on the floor *

* * Chuck quickly pulled Bonnie away from Monty while Glamrock Chica pulled Monty away from Bonnie putting a end to the fight *

* a bunch of angst and drama is released in this episode as Bonnie explained how Monty ruined his life punching Monty in the stomach with alot regret and gulit( Monty did feel a little bit of guilt of what did to Bonnie before this adventure in the city and now he regret it even more)

while Glamrock Chica and Chuck does there best to calm down the situation between the two *

* They were at least able to stop them from killing each other but Bonnie gave Monty the sink eye while Monty just down at the floor in guilt *

* Bonnie was call into the manager office after his little fight and the manager try to kick out Bonnie out of the band since you know he a harm a customers yet lucky Chuck E cheese was able to convince the manger to let Bonnie keep his job *

* after that mess, Glamrock Chica try to convince Glamrock Bonnie to come back to Vanessa's apartment with them yet he refused not want to be anywhere near Monty yet he quickly changed his mind when Glamrock Chica told him that Glamrock Freddy miss alot and been looking for him for days *

* Bonnie agreed to come under one condition, Monty have tell everyone what he did to him, Monty broken and feel with guilt Agree to this and they all leave Chuck e Cheese with Mony's new parts and a old friend by their side *

*When they get back to Vanessa's apartment, the frist Bonnie is greeted by is a hug from Freddy and Chica along with Roxanne in fact everyone hug Bonnie except for Monty who just stood by himself all alone knowing that he deserves to be in this big Family hug as he tells everyone what he did to Bonnie*

* Monty would spent the rest of the season trying to make ahems with Bonnie yet Bonnie keep giving the stink eye and making him feel like doesn't belong in this family that the only thing he done is harm the family *

* Monty would even try to Run away but Roxanne stop him even though she anger at him for be did to Bonnie, she still care about him and don't want to lose him so she does her best to comfort him*

* They progess to have a deep and meanful conversation with each other giving us a backstory of how Roxanne got into the band and what happen to Glamrock Foxy *

* this conversation cheer up Monty only a little bit yet it enough for him to come back and to once again try fix all the mistakes he created*

* Bonnie and Monty relationship will remind cold and bitter until later episodes of the seasons especially when Monty push Bonnie out of way of a giant machine that William afton's cult built to smash childen into iny pieces ( also in this episode is vwhere Vanessa and Daycare Attendant find out what Willaim afton's cult plans are, the cult is planning to go on a mass murder spread acoss the country by turn friendly machine in deathly machines along with causing a massive blackout and if nobody stop it million will died on suffer )

* there are a few episodes that focus on William's cult and how dangerous they are depise most being hidden in the shadows, they still are huge threat manipulating innocent people that they kidnapped, contently trying harm Greogry and his robot family both emotionally, mentally and physically, the cult were able to get away with all the crimes they committed due to the city police being corrupt and most of them are actually cult members*

After almost dying to a giant walking machine the two start to warm up to each other yet Bonnie opinion on Monty's would remind Mostly on the fence until the season finale *

* in the season finale, William Afton's cult took over the whole city and as you can guess they turn every friendly machine into A Bloody thirty monster out for blood this results in the city slowly collapsing *

* the only machine that are still safe is Gregory's animatronic family due to Vanessa using her hacking skill to make sure the cult didn't have access to any of thier code but It won't last long*

* which mean must find the source of the virus and destroy it before being taken over themselves while helping as many people as they can *

* at one point they have to fight the Chuck e cheese crew in order to get closer to the source which you can tell which you can tell really hurt Bonnie since he grown fond of Chuck e Cheese and his friends during his time with them*

* unfortunately slowly each of Gregory's animatronic family either get separated from the group or got taken over by the virus only leaving Monty and Bonnie left to stop this madness *

* They were able to find the source of the Virus on top of the city's tower after fighting of many of William's afton cult members only leaving the leader of the cult in their way*

* his sacrifice save the whole city and completely change Bonnie's option on Motny*

* it was a tough battle that end with Monty basically sacrificing himself to save Bonnie from being taking over by the virus along with taken out the leader of the cult by knocking him and himself along with sousce of the virus out of the six story window as the building tower collapse into tiny pieces*

* ( don't worry it a fake death he will be back in season 3 yet he isn't himself due to the virus still being inside of him but more evolved and dangerous, the source can't be destory this time because Monty is the source of the virus now yet he can't spread it as fast yet it still a threat the gang have to deal with in season 3*

* the city may be save bit they lost a friend on the way *

* and the finale end with the whole gang siting down on the roof of Vanessa's apartment as the sun set before cutting to a close up of Monty's eyes opening and turning purple *

End of season 2

If Security Breach was a TV series Season 3:

* season 3 is probably the calmest season as Greogry and his animatronic family spent their time putting the city back together and helping surviors of the attack while moaning the lost of Monty ( it also put more focus on the character and their dynamics with other than the story just like the first half of season 2 along with a few flashbacks in between*)

* They hold a little funeral for Monty before fixing the city with Bonnie being the frist one to place a flower on his grave before taking a moment to breath with friends, the only one that isn't there is Roxy ( she didn't attend Monty funeral because she doesn't think he's dead, that he is still standing somewhere and she just need to find him)*

* Glamrock Chica is passing food for Surviors *

* Glamrock Freddy using his medical skills to tend to survivors who were harm in the attack *

* Dj Music Man clear out the debris blocking the road * ( hey look dj music man actually did something after mostly chilling in the background in season 2*)

* Daycare Attendant is set up shelter for those who homes were destoryed in the attack even entertaining the childen *

*Roxanne and Greogry work together to look for survivaiors, Roxanne using her eyes and Greogry using his small body to crawl into small spaces that most people can't reach *

* Bonnie is checking Chuck E Cheese ( the restaurant) and nearby areas to see if his friends there are ok.*

* meanwhile Vanessa is having a chart with the mayor of the city trying to convince him to put up defenses due to her fearing that this may not be the only cult that is under William's influence and fear there still a few cults members left ready to attack the city at any moment and the Mayor evenallly agree putting a fortress around the city in order to protect it*

* When Roxanne isn't looking for Survvior, she is still looking for Monty since she refused to believe at least in her eyes that Monty could be taken down so easily *

* She still think that Monty could still be alive out somewhere and she get Glamrock Chica to help her find him *

*the cult was able to figure out that Monty is the new source of virus that they created with the other William's cult members in fact The Golden Followers were the one that created it and pass it on to the main cult while they work on other projects that involve mass murder that could help their cause*

* turn out out Vanessa is right there stil small bits of William's cult out there, this cult call themselves the Golden Followers, unfortunately they found Monty and took him back to their lair on the outskirts of the city*

* yet they knew immediately rigth away after putting the gator back together that this wasn't the orgianl virus that they created and this was a evolved new from of the virus *

* so the cult progess to do a bunch of cruel and horrible experiments on the Gator to see how this new version of the virus work while Monty couldn't do anything to due to his exoskeleton being broken in haft after his long fall from the top floor of the tower even if he could move the virus would stop him from causing harm to it creators*

* once the first set of experiments were done, the cult threw Monty inside of a jail cell and lock him there while waiting for the results from each experiment to be reval so can be they can be prepared for the next set of experiments ready to be released on Monty*

* for now Monty lay down on the jail cell floor motionless trying to fight back the virus inside his body yet keep failing everytime *

* Monty in this moment feel so weak and powerless and he feel broken, he couldn't take anymore from losing his body parts during the collapse of the Pizzaplex, him not feeling like he belong with the family and now he being experiment on *

* the tough Gator we know and love started crying on the cold hard floor after holding back his tears for long, holding back any sign of weakness this is what fianlly broke him into tears as nigth falls *

* so Plot A is the Gregory's animatronic family helping to rebuild the city while Roxanne is looking for Monty and Plot B focus on this new cult doing experiments on Monty and showing that they even more dangerous than the last cult the gang face *

* Roxanne is still on seach for Monty with Glamrock Chica knowing that Monty got to alive around somewhere, her and Glamrock Chica didn't find Monty instead they found something that girls never thought they seen ever again *

* They saw ad for the Pizzaplex on a billboard seeing the that billboard of the Pizzaplex feel girls with mixed emotions as they sat down on a bench to reminiscence about the past before this whole mess happened *

* Roxanne surprisely have many good memories about the Pizzaplex and how much fun she have kicking people's ass at her race track *

* Glamrock Chica on the other hand memories of the Pizzaplex are really dark and quite depressing with her only good memories being when she was with her friends and entertaining the childen*

*but beside those few good moments most of her memories involved her being verbally abused by fazbear entertainment, how she have repressed her all emotions so she can be the pefect role model in order to keep Fazbear entertainment happy and how she could never truly be herself on stage and could only be herself around her friends *

*even without the Pizzaplex or Fazbear entertainment, she still feel like she have to be the pefect role model even if he doesn't want to and want to be true to herself *

* in that moment without warning, Roxanne suddenly gave Glamrock Chica.....a hug as she told the chicken that she doesn't have to be pefect, that she free and Fazbear entertrainment can't hurt them anymore along if they are togther *

*in respond Glamrock Chica hug Roxanne back as tears pour down her face yet Roxanne was there to dry her tears and to comforted her *

* even after the hug Glamrock Chica still a bit down so Roxanne took Glamrock Chica to a nearby ice stand where they hang out for while, laughing and having fun just like old time while walking around the city*

* The Hang out Quicky turn into a date as at the end of at Roxanne gave Chica her jacket when she was feeling cold*

* Glamrock Chica thank Roxanne for the jacket and for comfort her by nervously giving Roxy a kiss on the check before running off *

* Roxanne really coufused yet flushed and progessed to chase after Glamrock Chica wanting to kiss her back, don't worry shippers she was able to catch her new girlfriend and pull her into a warm embrace as well as kissing her back* ( thier releonship developed alot during season 1 and season 2 so this kiss feel natural and didn't just came out of nowhere )

* back at the Golden Followers cult after a few experiments later they were able to figure all the evolved virus abilities including one that instested them the most and in fact decided to release it on the city at the least expected moment, this also provides us more backstory on the cult and how they were influenced by William*

* Bonnie along with Glamrock Freddy and Gregory who join Bonnie once they was done helping wounded survivors *

* The three are in alleyway looking for the chuck e crew yet they were only able to find the poweful rat on the ground looking down a old picture of his him and his friends looking completely devastated and traumatized*

* Chuck turn around to the trio to reveal that one of eye has Been torn out of his face and half of his arm was completely gone *

* Bonnie quicky ran up to him and ask what happen while Glamrock Freddy tend to the rat wounds yet could only fix a bit of arm due to the lack of extra parts *

* Chuck now able to speak, Explain to the trio that he just woke up here with headache unable to remember anything that happened before that moment *,

* Chuck is unable to speak for a while seeeming to be frozen i fear lucy Bonnie was able to snap him out of it *

* He also explained how shocked he was seeing his place in ruined yet was more worried about friends so he decided to look for them *

* he told the trio that after hours of searching, he fianlly found his friends yet they different..instead of happy warm smiles Chuck was greeted by his friends looking twisted, crazy and nightmarish ( yep they become nightmare animatronics thank to the cult experiments on Monty*)

(*who I may remind you is the new source of the virus so doing these experiments have a few side effects on machines that were perviously infected by the old virus*)

Chuck survived this time due him getting electrocuted by water back in season 2 when the Greogry and his animatronic family was fighting the effects Chuck e cheese crew*)

(* Glamrock Chica smashed infected Chuck into some water causing him to shut down completely until the source of the Virus was temporarily destoryed)*

* Chuck's friends all gave Chuck a insane smile with their sudden sharp and horrifying teeth before suddenly attacking him with any warning, Chuck was barley able to escape with his life*

* the Trio are shooked By Chuck's story as turn to each other to talk about it *

* after all Monty sacrifice himself to destory the source of the Virus..Bonnie saw him pushing himself and the souce Virus out of the window *

* he saw the souce of the Virus get Shattered into pieces as fall from top floor of the tower *

* how could Chuck's friends course still be effect by it..unless somehow the source of the Virus got tanfer into something else and evolved.. Yep they figured out the source of the Virus must tanfer itself into Monty's body right after he sacrifice himself *

*Dialogue*

Chuck:

"M-my Home is destroyed..my friends the-they are so angry,violent and twisted..

this isn't like this them..They won't attack thier old friend Chuck right?...i-i just don't understand....I really just don't understand.."

Glamrock Freddy:

"Perhaps we could provide explanation.."

*Glamrock freddy pretty much give Chuck e Cheese a short recap of season 2 ( they already give Bonnie a recap of season 1 back in season 2 so now it Chuck turn to catch up on everything )

* They explain to Chuck their Theory about the source of the virus tanfering into Monty body could be the reason why his friends are still violent *

* Chuck still have a few questions like why were they after a cult? But dediced to save them for later because he at least know what wrong with friends and there a chance that they could be save *

* obviously this time they can't destory the source since it Monty so they must find a way to tanfer the souce to something else so they don't have to destroy their friend *

* For now they must inform Vanessa and the rest of the gang of the news *

* so they dash down the street toward Vanessa's apartment hoping that she's home *

* yet before they could even step foot on the small staircase leading toward the main door of the apartment, the ground started shaking *

* the shake could be feel acoss the city and suddenly the ground below the city started to collapse starting with Vanessa's apartment falling into a endless void forcing the four to run as everything they see around them fall down in the endless hole that suddenly appears under the city **

(* as you can guess the cult use the virus new ability that they were interested in to create this hellcave with Monty at the center of it providing all it energy *, yes I am aware this a bit of a crazy idea but at least t compared to the books and what I originally have planned which was senting them into another dimension lol as you can tell I replaced the senting them into another dimension with just senting them into a dangerous hellcave)

* unfortunately they weren't able to get away from the disaster and they all evenallly fell down into hole separating the group into pair as they land in a dark cave with numerous tunnels along with nightmarish monsters and traps*

The Pairs:

Pair 1: Greogry and Chuck

Pair 2: Glamrock Chica and Roxanne

Pair 3:Glamrock Freddy and Glamrock Bonnie

Pair 4: Vanessa and Daycare Attendant

* dj music man is just on his own somewhere unable to climb out due to the rock being to easy to break and the fact he isn't actually a real spider*

* the cave is highly dangerous and each episode inside of the cave feel intense and heart beating, it even more intense than season 1 as each character try find each other or a way out yet does have a few relaxing moments in between along with some character development, a fun dynamic between Chuck and Greogry and a few fun moments*

* their dynamics is Gregory ready to kill and fight while Chuck internally panicking the whole time yet won't hesitate to pull out a gun if something try to attack him so he isn't a complete scarily cat, yes he is scare but that doesn't mean he isn't ready to throw some hands*

* with the most intense episode being Vanessa trying escape her apartment with Daycare Attendant playing a real life version of the floor of lava *

* Gregory gave Chuck a one handed gun to defeat himself with against the nightmarish monsters*

* Dialogue*

Chuck holding the Gun: are you sure this kid friendly?

Greogry: Probably lol

Chuck: Well..Ok then :D *turn around and shot off a small monster head behind him*

* speaking of Gregory and Chuck, they were able to find Glamrock Freddy and Bonnie yet were attack by a giant nightmare beast this one seen the be the most terrflying one *

* it seem be the end of them when a sudden thunder echo roar across the cave hitting the beast far away from the grounp *

* the four look around to see a mysterious figure in a brown hood with gauntlets on them riding on top music man it seen like the thunder came from gauntlets as lightning dust spining around the middle of it *

* the four was a about to thank them but Dj Music Man cut them saying they don't have much time and must leave before that thing come back but would explain everything later*

* the mysterious figure took off their hold reveling them to be Sparky the dog and the season end with them riding music man into a community fill with cave animatronic cave dwellers just like Sparky and they called their little home "the land of the forgotten "

End of season 3

Season 4:

*Sparky explained that this hellish cave used to nice little cave*

* Glamrock Freddy, Bonnie, Chuck and Gergory looked in awe at the land of the forgotten never seening so different many animatronics in one place before as they rode around on top of DJ Music man, Sparky introduce himself and expianed what that thing was *

*That used shether forgotten or abanoned animatronics with the leader of the cave giving these abandoned broken animatronics a second chance at life, everything was wonderful for a while until A Gator( yep, Virus! Monty is here ) crushed into the forgotten land and told everyone to run before using his power to turn this peaceful cave into nigthmarsh hell *

* Sparky also explained The Gator also turn the once nice leader that Sparky was once close to into that thing that attack them earier, this reaults in Sparky becoming the new leader of the forgotten land doing whatever he can do keep his people safe yet doesn't know how long he can hold back these monster and even consiering moving himself and his people out of the home they work so hard to create with their leader *

* The Gang immediately knew that the Gator in Sparky's tale was Monty and ask Sparky if he know where Monty was ag rigth now *

*Sparky expined he last saw the gator heading west yet not sure where he went after that yet wish he did so he can properly potect his people..he only been the leader for short while yet he already feel like he failed *

* the gang feel bad for Sparky( Greogry may be a ferel child but that doesn't mean have no sympathy for others) so they stay for a while to help Sparky with the community *

*plus the community also have extra parts pefect for repairing Chuck so they at least another reason to stay beside feeling sympathy for this random dog they just met and the more allies, the better especially in this dangerous place *

* yet they still keep a eye out for Monty along with their other friends *

* Glamrock Bonnie help Sparky set up defenses for the Forgotten land , giving each survival trips about the cave along with everything they know so far about these monster while Music man held out for scout duty to get rid of the traps scattered acoss the cave while also looking for the rest of the gang in the meantime*

* While Greogry and Glamrock Freddy took Chuck to a nearby part and services station *

* speaking of their Friends after getting getting themselves out of a deathly trap Roxanne and Glamrock Chica were able to reunite with Vanessa and Daycare Attendant *

* the girls and Daycare Attendant progesss to work together to solve a puzzle before heading into the next area looking for the rest of their friends,*

* They did find one of their friends..they found Monty looking at a waterfall by himself looking deepy upset and broken*

* everyone that there except Roxanne is shocked to see that Monty isn't dead yet is happy to see their Gator friend*

* yet none of them is are more happy than Roxanne to see Monty was alive since she was right about her best friend not being dead that she knew that Monty couldn't be taken down that easily *

*Roxanne and Glamrock Chica were about to run up to Monty ( Daycare Attendant was still busy progressing the fact Monty turn out to be alive and Vanessa stay back due to her having a bit of bad feeling about this) *

* Yet Monty without turn around told them to stay back with a loud growled *

Dialog:

Roxanne:" wow Monty, it ok it just us"

Monty: " I know who you are that why I am telling you to stay back.. I don't want to make the same mistake..."

* Monty feel silent for a while before speaking again *

dialog:

Monty:... I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU GUYS LIKE I HOW HURT BONNIE!!

* Monty turn around reveling the left of face was covered in purple blaze with the rest of his body looking nightmarish and twisted

Dialog:

Roxanne and Glamrock Chica: M-monty..

Monty in tears as the rest of her turn onto blaze of purple fire: P-please I beg you.. LEAVE!!

* Monty punch into the middle of ground creating a crater of purple fire that almost hit Glamrock Chica yet lucky Roxanne, Vanessa and Daycare Attendant were there the save her as this part of cave slowly turn into a firepit forcing the four to leave as Monty chase after them *

* None of then want to fight Monty yet is focused to confront him once they run into a dead end *

* Monty attack and with a heavy heart Roxanne fought back giving the others enough time escape as she have a intense battle with Monty that wasn't easy in fact he was the hardest thing for her to do both emotionally and physically as she keep fighting on trying to snap out of it yet it never work and eventually Roxanne have to used her full body force to push Monty into a little lake that stun him for brief of time yet was still enough for to run off With the rest of the group as Monty got back on his feet once again*

* Monty punch the ground again this time summoning the king of the forgotten land which at this point will be call the forgotten king for the rest of the series *

* the Forgotten King chase them in a very terrifying and and heartbeatting scene until they were to escape thank to DJ music man coming out from a hole while on scout duty, rescuing them from the forgotten king and taking them to community where they are greeted with a giant hug from their family and friend ( the friend is Chuck obviously once he is repaired)*

*yet the family and friend hug isn't complete without Monty in it so it doesn't exactly feel right *

* the girls expain how Monty attack them and how horrifying powerful he was *

( Daycare Attendant is still trying progess everything that is happening to expain the attack )*

*Sparky along with the other looked at Girls in shocked of their Story *

*Glamrock Freddy immediately knew that it the virus that been making Monty stronger, caught the Girls and Daycare Attendant up with the current siutaion before Him and the gang could come up wit a plan together to save Monty from the virus or at least try to slow him down *

* the gator that Sparky met was powerful But never this powerful almost if he slowly growing more powerful every moment *

* after a while of Discussion they decided to used water on him since it did stun him for a brief period of time and it the only weakness they know so far that doesn't involved destroying him so the Gang along with the Forgotten Community work together to create a water trap for Monty *

* everything is going well so far until Glamrock Freddy, Sparky and Chuck went out to get the final bit of waters *

* while looking for water for the trap Glamrock Freddy and Sparky suddenly got attacked by the forgotten king, slamming the bear and dog into a nearby wall the slam was so hard that it broke Sparky's thunder gauntlets now he unable to defend himself or the other from the forgotten king wrath *

* the Forgotten King turn it attention to Chuck before attacking him too in a one side battle where the Forgotten King seen to be winning as slam and smash the mouse all over the place while holding and crushing Glamrock Freddy and Spakry at same time *

* Chuck despise not knowing the two that well and not exactly being that strong , Chuck still try to protect them plus Glamrock Freddy is Bonnie's best friend and any friend of Bonnie is a friend of his *

* the Forgotten king broke apart most of Chuck's body and it seen he was about to completely crush the rat when something interesting happened *

* Chuck's eyes turn completely black and pupil turn from green to bright yellow along his body turning twisted and a bit nightmarish *

* Chuck does a loud horrifying hissed before launching himself at the Forgotten King this time it more fair with both of them riping each other limb from limb *

* it was intense battle yet Chuck somehow managed to grab Sparky and Glamrock Freddy away from the Forgotten king and knock out the Forgotten King with a sudden a electric shock that came out of his body before fleeing away from the scene taking Sparky and Freddy away with him *

* yet when he was alone with them he didn't attack Sparky or Freddy like the other nightmarish monsters instead he gently put them down on the ground before turning back to normal *

* mostly normal since his eyes were black, his pupils were still yellow and hands were still sharp crawls *

* Chuck looked down at his sharp new crawls in complete shocked and horror *

Dialog:

Chuck:

"My hands..t-they are crawls....what happen to me..why do I suddenly different..first my friend..aren't there self..now I am not quite myself..what the hell is happening-"

* Chuck quickly cover his mouth in shocked *

Dialog:

Chuck: did I just..I don't know what is happening anymore and I am scare..

Glamrock Freddy: I know what that like you know..I know what it like not exactly being yourself and I know what it like to have friends that so angry and confused..I know what it like to be scare..but don't worry..

* Glamrock Freddy put his hand on a Chuck's shoulder *

More dialog

Glamrock Freddy: if me and Greogry were able to save my friends I am sure we can you save you fiends too..both of your friends

* Glamrock Freddy put his hand on Sparky's shoulder too *

more Dialog:

Glamrock Freddy: we able to figure this all out together.. I promise..

Chuck: thank I need to hear that..

Sparky: me too..

* Sparky turn over to Chuck *

A bit more dialog:

Chuck: really? thank I would like that

Sparky: look may not know how control this Monster ability you have now have but do know a thing or two about electricity perhaps I could teach how to control th at electric shock that came out of the body so can at least have some control over yourself

Sparky: I will teach you as soon as we head back and and soon as I can get my gauntlet repaired for now let collected the water we need from the trap

Chuck and Glamrock Freddy: Right

* Together they were able to find a lake were they progress to collect water, once they collect all the water they Need before helding back to the Forgotten land where Sparky tech Chuck to control his electrical shocks while Glamrock Freddy dump thier water into the trap *

* so the A plot is Monty slowly becoming more virus yet still trying to hold on what left of him and Plot B Chuck is training his lighting power with Sparky while everyone else set up the giant water trap *

* after setting up a more few things the trap was up set up and ready all they need is someone to lead Monty here ( aka bait) *

* Daycare Attendant volunteer to be the bait since he was also close to Monty and is willing do anything to get him back even if it mean becoming bait *

* so Daycare Attendant went out and look for Monty *

* When Daycare Attendant found Monty he wasn't quite himself in fact it seen he and the Forgotten King along with Chuck's friends have fuse into one giant animatronic of nightmares and terror *

(This giant nimatronic is basically like Ennard or Molten Freddy except none of the animatronics inside of it have no control over it except for the virus inside all of them ) ( yes the virus basically forced all of them to fuse into one so it can spread more and more)

* Day Attendant froze In fear as this massive giant animatronic fusion charge toward him, Daycare Attendant couldn't do anything at all until Moondrop lucky took over and quickly ran back toward the forgotten land as the giant animatronic crawl on the ground behind him getting closer every second *

* Daycare Attendant screams at everyone to get out of the way as the massive giant Animatronic( which we will the nightmare king for now on) rip acoss the nightmare destoring a few houses on the way *

* everyone look upon the nightmare king in fear yet still do their part as Daycare Attendant lead the nightmare king into the trap *

* unfortunately the nightmare king didn't fall into the trap and instead he compteley destroy the trap along with a few more buildings causing everyone to panic *

* everyone most does their best fight back against the nightmare king while also flee and hide somewhere*

* as can guess the gang stay to fight along with Sparky and Chuck who just finished training *.

* yet despise their best efforts, they weren't able to push back Nightmare King in fact the Nightmare king was the one the keep pushing the back until evenallly they were forced to retreat and hide inside of bar*

* where the barricade themselves in so be able to survive against the attack for a little longer because one more bow from the Nigtmare King would completely destory all of them*

* so sat down in the barricade bar trying to think of a plan yet nobody could come up with me, that water trap they spend so long building and setting, there only hope to save the forgtten land, is now compltetly destory *

* everyone started to lose hope bit by bit as The Nigthmare King ripped and destory anything that was in it path *

*there was noting left they could do even Chuck's nightmare form couldn't defeat it..this..this seen to be the end *

* the family gather close each other and started to talk about all the good memeroies with each as they all hug and eve njoke a.bit together as get ready for impact as The Nigthmare King held toward the bar with full force *

Dialog:

Georgry: Freddy..is this really the end..

Glamrock Freddy:...i'm I'm not sure Greogry but if it..I am sorry..I am sorry to all of you..I really thought we could save your friends Chuck..and your friends too Sparky..I thought will able to save them..

Glamrock Freddy fell silent for Moment before speaking again

Glamrock Freddy: yet despise our hard work..we failed..we failed Monty..Chuck's friends..Sparky's friends..and can't help but to feel this my fault...

Vanessa: No! It my fault I was the one that bring William afton here..i was the one that started all this and now It Time for me to end it too.

* Vanessa turn to Chuck and Dj music man *

Vanessa: do you think you guys can get me on top of his head?

Dj Music man: Well we can try to why do you ask?

Vanessa: I think I got a plan to stop this at least somewhat of a plan, does anybody have a screwdriver on them?

Sparky: I do, here take it I am guessing you need it for that plan of yours

Vanessa: yes..am not exactly sure this would work..but it worth a shot...

Glamrock Freddy: what exactly is this plan of yours Vanessa..

Vanessa: I going try to unscrewed the top of it head to separate the animatronics from each other, without them as one we may still stand a chance..I won't be easy but at least it possible..

Glamrock Chica: are you sure about this Vanessa..this could get you killed

Vanessa: not if I have a assistant with me.. does anyone want to volunteer going up there with me?

*someone rise thier hand but surprisingly it isn't Roxy, in fact it Bonnie *

Bonnie: Monty..*deep breath * he save me twice..so it Time for me to save him let's go Vanessa.

* Vanessa and Bonnie got on the back of Music man as Chuck turn into his nightmare self, they were about to held out when Glamrock Freddy slowly down them a bit *

Glamrock Freddy: be careful..I don't want to lose you..either of you..

Bonnie: don't worry we will

* Bonnie gave Glamrock Freddy a little kiss before heading outside riding on Dj music man with Vanessa as they head toward the Nightmare King with Chuck by there side *

Glamrock Freddy: Bonnie wait!

* yet it was already too late, They charge toward the nigthmare king as the Nigtmare King charge toward them too *

*Dj Music man and Chuck worked togther to help Vanessa and Bonnie get to the top of the Nigthmare king's head it wasn't easy in fact they lost a few parts during the whole affair yet Chuck and Dj Music man were able to get them up there togther *

* once Vanessa was on the head with Bonnie, they immediately to unscrewed the top of the head like they planned yet the Nigthmare King keep moving his head around almost knocking Vanessa off lucky Bonnie was there to save her *

*togther they unscrewed it head splitting it head in haft and this action free every robot the was once apart of the Nigthmare king as it collpese lucky Chuck was to help them off before it comptelty collapse*

* With the virus animatronics no longer apart the nigthmare King, the gang was able to get into a more even battle as everyone rushed to do the best they could to take down or hold the virus robots *

* Monty was the hardest to figth both emotionally and physically, the figth end with gang stuck in the corner as all the virus robot showly approach them with Monty leading the virus robots and getting ready infected the whole gang *

* supirsely it wasn't Roxy or Gergory that stand in he potect the gang once again it Bonnie who the the one that step in front of Monty giving him a stare *

Diglog:

Bonnie: Monty look weren't exectly friends at frist and you weren't the nicest gator but that change...

You have change so much since I frist met you.

Iyou save me not once but twice, you even save a whole city

There more to you than just anger and strength..you care about your friends no not your friends these are your family...a family that you are apart of..

You just Need to remember..please..you just got to..

* Bonnie pull something out of his pocket *

* Monty rise his crawl and about to attack Bonnie with one Hit yet stop when he see that Bonnie was holding a picture of Monty, Glamrock Chica, Glamrock Freddy and Roxanne *

( Freddy give this picture to Bonnie back in season 2 when Bonnie wasn't exactly a big fan of Monty, Freddy gave it to him hoping that it world change his mind about the gator )*

Diglog:

Bonnie: remember this? Freddy told me that you guys took this picture once you all become friends with each other..he told me it was your happiness day..and this picture mean a lot to you..

You know the ones that are in it..

They are important to me too you know..

We both care so more about them...

So please..

Don't make the same mistake again..

We can all be in the picture together..as a family..

* Monty's eyes keep changing from purple to his normal eyes color the longer he look at the the picture almost as if he was suddenly remembering all his memories tha got deleted by the virus *

* Suddenly Motny turn around and punch one of the infected animatronics as his eyes temporary turn normal *

Dialog:

Glamrock Bonnie: Monty you're back!

Monty as fight off the other virus animatronics: hell yeah I am but It won't last long, you got to go north, then head west and take a left

Monty: there you find a liquid thing in a white room, that liquid can stop this..I have no time to expain how but you have to trust me ok! Go!

( Monty know this due one of experiments that the cult on him actually failed and actually stop the virus yet unfortunately the cult was able to turn on the virus again ) *

* the gang follows Monty's instructions while Chuck and Sparky stay back with Monty to fight off the virus animatronics while fighting the virus inside himself too*

* the gang end up in the golden followers secret lair where they fought/ free what left of the cult before grabbing the liquid that Monty mentioned and burnning down the lair as they left *

*when they come back, the infected animatronics along with the virus has forced Monty to fused with them into the nightmare king once again *

* The Nigthmare King try to Rip the gang into tiny pieces yet fortunately they were able to dorge it *

* after another long and intense battle they were able to throw the liquid into the nightmare king of mouth cauing the nightmare king to collapse and split apart knocking everyone out lucky nobody was seriously hurt*

* when the gang woke up they immediately started looking for Monty while Chuck and Sparky look for their friends*

*Chuck and Sparky happy reunite with their now uninfected and virus free friends *

*Meanwhile the gang found Monty knock out and a bit twisted up in a hole *

*immediately they took him to the part and services station *

* Vanessa does what she could she do to put him back together, now all they need to do is to wait for him to wake up *

* They wait patiently and nervous as minutes turn into hours for gator friend to wake up eventually and lucky for the gang Monty woke up *

Dialog:

Monty: ugh..wha-what happen?

Everyone: Monty!

* everyone give Monty a big hug, happy to see him back to old self*

Glamrock Freddy:how do you feel?

Monty: i..i..I feel at home..

* Monty hugs them back *

* turn out Monty didn't need to be famous to be love for his true fans are his friends and family, the ones that are with him right know and will always be by his side*

* one timeskip later *

* the scene cut to a little nice house that Vanessa and the gang seen to be living in now *

* with everyone in the house helping Gregory get packed up for school *

* everything seen normal at frist until Greogry and Glamrock Freddy open the door and head outside to see humans and animatronic living together in the city that was rebuild and recover during the timeskip *

* Vanessa with her new rainbow hair wave for Greogry and Glamrock Freddy to get in her car *

* they drove around the rebuild city seeing how much the city have improved and changed while waving at every single character they befriend or met until they fianlly reached Gregory's school *

* where Vanessa dropped off Greogry and Glamrock Freddy *

Diglog:

Glamrock Freddy: you're ready superstar?

Greogry: I guess..I'm still not sure about this...

Glamrock Freddy: superstar, you are able to free my friends and turn them into a family..I am sure you are able to do this..I belive in you

* Greogry hug Glamrock Freddy *

Greogry: thanks you dad.."

Glamrock freddy: :" you're welcome "

* Glamrock Freddy hug Greogry back *

* the two hug for a while before Greogry held inside of the school while Glamrock Freddy get back inside of the car*

* the series end with Glamrock Freddy waving goodbye to Greogry and Greogry waving back as Vanessa drove to her new job with Freddy *

She is now the official representative for the animatronics in the city with Freddy as her assistant while Sparky is the official representative for the animatronics that still live in the Forgotten land

And that my what if Security Breach was tv series complete.

This was really fun to write and I hope you all enjoy this mini series.

#tv series au #fnaf spoilers #fnaf montgomery #fnaf gregory #fnaf security breach #fnaf roxanne #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf glamrock bonnie #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #fnaf Sparky #fnaf dj music man #tw cult

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ghosthalfa · 3 months ago

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a groan left danny's mouth before he could stop it, his head lolling to the side in exasperation. great. just great. as if his overactive imagination luring him to the ghost zone ( or what might be the ghost zone ) wasn't bad enough, now he'd found himself responsible for someone alive. at least when sam and tucker were with him, they knew how to navigate the infinite realm's many twists and turns. but some random guy? even with the strange fact that he had wings ( which danny had to begrudgingly admit were pretty cool ), he still wouldn't be even remotely prepared for what one could face here.

❝ It's not... not dangerous. ❞ a grimace twisted danny's expression faintly before he sighed. ❝ Okay, yeah, generally it's pretty dangerous, especially if you don't know what you're doing. But! It's fine, because I'm here. So you're fine. And it's harder for them to touch someone alive, anyway. ❞ and then. the smell. and that awful voice.

" I AM THE BOX GHOST! BEWARE! "

❝ NO! NO! Absolutely not! I am not dealing with the Box Ghost today! ❞

｢𓆄｣ Yuck...Whatever this green goop was, it was getting stuck on the rubber soles of his shoes, and the tips of his feathers that touched the ground. Even trying to flare his wings to shake it off wasn't exactly helping.

It made the wings adorning his back heavy, making them drag even further to the ground as they were basically working like a large siphon. That might not be good.

"Nope. Sorry. Still alive. All flesh and blood right here." To prove his point, he pulled at the dimple of his cheek, stretching it until it was taut. "See!"

"I think this is my business, since I've been oh so kindly swept to this goopy world: define easier. Is this place dangerous?"

"...And do I smell damp cardboard?"

#YOU'RE GOOD DUDE #cue danny being box ghost's number 1 hater fr #( HAWKS.01 )#( ✖┋EVENT—PHANTASM AMALGAM. )#wingherc

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aquarii-writes · 4 years ago

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Dsmp Headcanons

So ngl I've been really into the dream smp recently and I've been doing a bit of art for it so why not give my headcanons? Also all of these are for the characters not the content creators

Notes: the song referenced in Karl's headcanons is seasonal feathers music box version. This is all I have for now. I’ve lurked around the fandom since about early February and beware this is fucking long

WARNINGS: In some of these I do mention dead parents(various), death in general and as an entity(Philza), alcoholism(Schlatt), and traumatic experiences. None are in detail but just beware. Oh and a slight suicide warning for Dream

DREAM

Dream got his mask from his father and Drista got hers from their mother

His mask is specifically a gift from his mother after his father died

Dreams mask is infused with dreamons. His parents made a deal with a few dreamons and the dreamons now live in the masks

He will never say what his eye color is because he doesnt care, but if you can catch him without the mask you'll see his eyes are an amber color

He watched his mother commit when he was about 12~ and when Drista was 6. At the time he didnt want to understand why

WILBUR SOOT(plus Ghostbur)

Wilbur's mother is a fox hybrid(cause ya know I live by the saying that canon is my sandbox and a fuckin fridge doesnt make sense)(Momza anyone?)

His beanie is from his mother along with his love of singing

He has records of his parents singing

He has wings it's just that he never learned to fly

Ghostbur can see various other ghosts he just doesnt realize that no one else can see them

Ghostbur has selective amnesia. He genuinely cant remember parts of his life but some moments are too vivid to forget

FOOLISH GAMERS

He can partially shapeshift to make himself bigger or smaller(23 fuckin feet tall without changing height)

His son, Foolish jr, is biologically his and Jr is a demigod

Jr is too small to see the world yet so Foolish keeps him in an enderchest

Foolish is fully a god

He really likes turtles no damn reason

Aside from keeping his son in a chest, Foolish is a relatively good dad

He's a very good builder and rarely takes time to sleep when hes working on a commission for someone

He is most certainly strong enough to break the egg though he doesnt want to get involved for his sons sake

SAPNAP

He is a hybrid blaze born

BBH found Sap in the middle of the Nether playing with a few baby piglins

He met Quacky before Karl but Karl is the reason the three got together

TECHNOBLADE

Dispite how loud the voices can be sometimes l they can be rather peaceful. They really only get violent during fights

(Based off my techno design) the skull techno uses as a mask is a hoglin skull

Personally I dont think Philza adopted Techno as a son but Techno kinda became friends with Philza when he was just a kid

Techno was a very small child: especially in comparison to the village he came from in the Nether

Piglin hybrid piglin hybrid

Does not know who his parents are all he knows is that his glasses are from his mother

He has a baby sister(the two are half siblings; they have the same dad)

He literally doesnt need the glasses he just keeps them for the aesthetic and because its the only thing he has from his mom

He has a soft spot for Michael and Michelle since all three of them are forms of piglins

FUNDY

He has very vague memories of his mother

Looks stupidly similar to is grandmother; momza

He has a picture of Philza and Momza on their wedding day

One day when he was just a kid,like 14ish, he found an old sword that used to be Philzas and just never told Phil that he took it

KARL JACOBS

He's time traveled less after getting engaged to Quackity and Sapnap

Most of the books he writes never see the light of day again

Some of his books were actually found by one of Ranboo's descendants(not Ranbob)

One of his more scary experiences is when he accidentally met Dream when he was little. Momma Dream almost killed Karl

He's slightly immune to the effects of dreamon possession

He once found an old music box within the inbetween and he hasnt found a name for the song on the music box

PHILZA

He's known as the Angel of Death, or Deaths Angel for a reason(go look at @resonating-kitty s headcanon post about this. Ngl I love it and think it needs more attention)

After the 'death' of Momza, Philza swore to never love till he met Death once more

He remembers a time where hybrids used to be a lot more common: humans will fuck anything remotely humanoid

He doesnt remember if he has parents. By the time Wilbur was old enough to ask about them Philza made up the story that his parents went on to greet death when Wilbur was a baby

He's the reason for Momza's 'death'

SCHLATT

I really like the idea of Schlatt being Tubbo's dad even though it probably wont be canon

When Schlatt was little he watched his father but heads with other ram/sheep hybrids(he found it very funny)

He has a horrid tendency to headbutt people he has strong emotions towards

How hard he headbutts you really depends on what emotions he feels in that moment. The more loving/kind the emotion is the softer he'll be

When in a good mood Schlatt would let Quackity touch his horns

Glatt is a dick head and he knows this. He plays it up to piss people off even more

He comes from a rather large community of ram/sheep hybrids though his family in particular was a little violent

Schlatts first name is Jamison

He has a small ram plush from when he was little: his mother gave it to him before she died

His mother was an alcoholic before him though she was a very sad drunk

THE ERET

Herobrine is their cousin

He is very willing to do next to anything to succeed at something

He doesnt remember his family name

As a kid Eret's mother used to tell them stories of kings and queens. She told them that they could be a ruler one day if they worked hard enough

Their mums name was Elenora

GEORGENOTFOUND

(Based off of @/sctbrr on Twitter. I adore the au they made off this) George is a reincarnation of DreamXD's past lover.

Heterochromia heterochromia

His eyes are brown(left) and blue(right)

His clout glasses allow him to see color

RANBOO

Because he can’t remember his other half he doesn’t know what all he can/can’t do

Though one thing he’s noticed is that he can see much better in the dark than actual people; doesn’t know if he’s half enderman or his other half

As a kid he would pretend to be a dragon with someone. He has a feeling that the person was his father

He has two crowns. One from Techno and one from his mother; it’s one of the few things he genuinely remembers from when he was little

He sees a lot of Tubbo in Michael

Speaking of Michael, the lil one is only about three

TUBBO

He doesn’t know who his parents are and really only saw Philza as a father figure

He’s a ram hybrid like Schlatt

For the longest time he thought bees could understand him

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andydona-chan · 3 years ago

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The warehouse cryptid

Read it on AO3!

Anthony was not new to this job, he had been the night watchman of the place for about 15 years now and he had always been a very brave man all that time. He had been the one to call the police that one time a group of vandals had tried to sneak in and steal something, he had been well rewarded, he had also stood his ground and managed to request help when that thief with a gun had tried to shot him when looking for money that wasn’t in this warehouse, thank you very much.

He had also had his fair share of other kinds of scares, like that time a raccoon managed to enter the place and kept dropping things, the menace had been captured shortly after, but still made it for a good couple of days when he had been scared not knowing what was dropping the things. In any case, things dropping from shelves when wrongly placed and other situations were easily handled, however, if Anthony was scared of anything, it was of something he couldn’t explain.

That’s why when he came to encounter many boxes floating around the warehouse that he felt his knees tremble and for once he wished he wasn’t alone this late at night. Ever since this ghost stuff had started things were weird, but he was really hoping it wasn’t going to affect his workplace, what would a ghost want in a supermarket warehouse? Also, he was sure no one had died in that place, so coming back to haunt the place wasn’t supposed to happen.

And yet, the boxes floating around the warehouse were unnerving, the unusual swooshing sound of the boxes traveling through the air made him fear he would be hit by one, or worse, that if the boxes at any point tried to attack him he will be buried under a ton of miscellaneous items.

The first time it happened and he had been able to witness it, the situation ended quickly, a heavy box had fallen in front of him shattering the contents, it was good fortune it was just pasta for spaghetti, not lethal or anything and it was easy to report so there had been no problem, though his boss had thought he was crazy when he told him what happened, it was suspicious that this had happened on a blind spot for the security cameras. After some time, he had even begun to think it was his imagination all along.

It happened again a couple of days later, the different sized boxes were floating and moving around the place, this time, he was sure it will show up on the recordings, he gathered some courage, and moved between the corridors while making sure he was out of reach from any box in case they were to fall.

He managed to hear something like a laugh in the distance and shouted “Who’s there?” before rounding the corner, at that moment all boxes dropped to the floor. At least the face his boss made this time was more one of horror when they saw the recordings and the flying boxes were seen. They had also managed to see the section where he had heard that laugh, but only a black shadow could be seen, there was however a bit of a glow to the floating boxes near to this figure.

By this moment all the personal in the supermarket knew about the ghost, the cryptid at the warehouse that made the boxes float. “Beware,” they said whenever they needed to access a certain part of the warehouse, and that was also the advice they left with Anthony every night when they left. Things became weird from that point on, either for a couple of days everything was calm or the boxes started floating and stayed like that, also, for days, even the people that worked there early had had encounters with the ghost. It wasn’t until a very busy day when most of the supplies at the warehouse were running out, that something else happened.

When Anthony stepped in that night, the first thing that happened was that a -thankfully - empty box was thrown his way, crashing on the wall behind him.

“Beware!!!” a disembodied voice could be heard, echoing in the room as if it was everywhere at once. “The Box Ghost is not happy when there are no boxes around. You, underpaid worker, must tell me why you have been getting rid of my precious boxes!” It was then that a small blue man appeared, floating in midair and dressed with overalls, boots, and looking as anyone working at the warehouse, he didn’t seem dangerous, but the glow he had and the boxes floating beside him made him intimidating.

Unable to answer Anthony ran in a different direction out of the warehouse, he stumbled over the uneven floor outside and the constant boxes the ghost was throwing his way and kept running. Luckily for him, there was another smaller warehouse where he could also use the phone. Maybe calling the Fentons at this point will not be crazy or stupid as many had said before, they were ghost hunters after all. He kicked the door open and ran, the office was at the other end, but it wasn’t far, the Box Ghost was still behind him, some boxes crashing on the walls and zooming past him, it was incredible how none of them hit him.

He tried dodging another box and crashed against one of the shelves, making a big box fall down and the content fall out, other smaller boxes following behind. It was a box full of rolls of bubble wrap that they used for packing furniture. Without Anthony noticing, the Box Ghost had stopped to check on the fallen box, he lifted a small box as if it was a small kitten and then looked at the bubble wrap.

Using his powers the Box Ghost made both, the boxes and the bubble wrap float. Anthony was having trouble dialing the number; his hands were shaking badly…

“Guard,” said the Box Ghost approaching him “this plastic thing saved some of these boxes from further damage, what is it called?” Anthony, that hadn’t expected to be asked something when the ghost had been so angry a moment ago, had to take a deep breath before answering.

“T-th-the bubble w-wrap?” he said with a quiet voice, the Box Ghost looked at the plastic and pulled at it checking on the bubbles, then an idea popped up in his head and Anthony ran with it. “W-we, we’re expecting a-a shi-shipment to arrive tomorrow, it will restock all our shelves by noon, it’s the season… people are buying a lot,” he said that feeling a bit calmer after watching the almost harmless ghost lower the floating boxes around him to the ground.

“Oh,” the Box Ghost exclaimed, “will they bring more bubble wrap too?” Anthony didn’t understand why it was important for the ghost but nodded. The Box Ghost looked up at him, now not as scary as a moment ago. “Fine! “ he shouted “You shall be safe this time, so long as you keep bringing me boxes … and bubble wrap!”

Later they would learn that the Box Ghost had chosen that warehouse as his haunt, he wasn’t often there, after Phantom showed up, often staying at the Ghost Zone, however every once in a while the employees at the supermarket will tell the newbies about the ghost in the warehouse, the recordings of the boxes moving around the place were one of the first things to be shared. And even when the Box Ghost was left out of the place after a ghost shield was installed, he became the dark story of the place, like the ghost in the bathroom at school, or the woman roaming the cinema rooms or the hitchhiker that asked for a ride at km 31.

#danny phantom #ectober2021 #ectoberhaunt #ectober month 2021 #mutant vs cryptid #cryptid #local ghost stories #box ghost #I love this kind of stories #especially if they become part of mutuals culture #late but sure

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snackleggg · 3 years ago

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City of splintering hopes: Chapter 5 "Like pokemon cards"

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Danny had briefly gone downstairs to get something to eat before trudging back up to his room and proceeding to pass out on his bed. The day had worn him out and he made the executive decision to tell Jazz, Sam and Tucker about his new bodyguard in the morning.

Of course nothing can ever go Danny's way for long as he finds himself waking up at 4am curtesy of his ghost sense.

Danny practically rolled off the bed, transforming and floating before he hit the floor. The little detail of his new roommate had slipped to the back of his sleepy mind. So as he made his way around the city to look for the ghost that had inadvertently woken him up he didn't spare a single thought on Meda-Lean who had been going through his collection of astronomy books before he had fallen asleep.

He found his search leading him to the docks unsurprisingly.

Before he saw him Danny heard Box ghost monologuing and probably scaring the late night workers.

"Beware! For I am the Box ghost and- ACK" Box ghost's routinely tirade was interrupted when Danny fired an ecto-blast at his face.

"Ah! There you are ghost child! Come to try to stop my cardboard fury!?" Box ghost exclaimed. Danny just rolled his eyes, his usual banter just on the tip of his tongue when suddenly something whipped past him and slammed Box ghost into the ground so hard Danny winced in sympathy.

As the brief upheaved dust settled Danny caught sight of a familiar stone being.

"Meds, what the heck!? Where did you come from!?" Danny asked as he floated down towards the two. Box ghost was pretty out of it from the hard hit he had taken and Danny couldn't blame him. The concrete beneath the two had newly formed cracks spider webbing out from where Meda-Lean had slammed the poor ghost into the ground, hard.

Danny was once again reminded that for whatever reason ghosts couldn't go intangible through Meds. 'Maybe it has to do with the stone they're made out of?' Danny thought before focusing back on the matter at hand.

Meda-Lean was still pinning Box ghost against the ground despite him obviously being in no condition to escape after that quick, and frankly brutal, attack. The joint lines throughout his arms and legs were fucking glowing and if that wasn't the most ominous thing Danny had seen in a while he didn't know what was.

"Meds, seriously you can get off him now" Danny tried to placate them as he landed and took out the Fenton thermos.

There was another moment of unresponsiveness from the droid before Danny heard the tell-tale clicking sounds of them blinking and then they were pulling away from Box ghost. The glow present throughout the lines across their body disappearing but Danny could practically feel how they kept their eyes trained on Box ghost as he uncapped the thermos and it sucked the unfortunate ghost in.

Turning around to face them Danny was suddenly struck with how freaking tall they were.

It had been something he had barely taken notice of when he first approached the, at the time, deactivated statue. Then the detail had slipped to the back of his mind as he found that Meds was always seemingly hunching over even when they didn't need to. Now though, the robot stood at their full height which was easily a little over 10 feet.

Danny was used to everyone around him being taller than him, he was used to his enemies being large and strong and intimidating but that didn't mean that the effect was ever diminished everytime he encountered someone too tall or big to be human. Meds blinked down at the momentarily stunned Danny before hunching over again to meet him at eye level, a ridiculous looking thing since Danny was only 5'5.

"Are you hurt Danny?" They asked, genuine concern seeping into their voice.

"I uh, n-no" Danny managed to stutter out. He still didn't know how they had followed him without him noticing but he started to understand their hostile behaviour towards Box ghost when Danny remember the fact that they were pretty much his personal bodyguard now.

"Good" They said, tilting their head to the side a bit and half closing their eyes to signify that if they had a mouth they would be smiling.

"Let's just... go home" Danny said and his stone companion silently agreed as they both took off into the air towards Fentonworks.

Danny found himself once again passed out on his bed but this time it wasn't a ghost waking him up but the insistent ringing of his phone.

He grabbed it as he turned over onto his back and held the phone above his face. The sunlight streaming in through the sliver of window that wasn't covered by the curtains told him it was morning. The time on his phone told him it was 11am.

11am and he was getting a call from Tucker. Danny wasn't even aware the other boy had the capacity to wake up before noon on a Sunday.

"Hey Tuck" Danny spoke into the phone as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Danny! You didn't call us yesterday, we were worried you go caught up in something" Tucker's voice said from the phone and Danny could hear Sam mumbling something in the background so he knew that Tucker had probably been dragged out of bed by their mutual friend.

"Eh, you could say something like that" Danny said as he sat up straighter and looked around the room, Meds wasn't anywhere in his immediate sight which worried him "It wasn't the usual kind of caught up though, uh. It'll be easier to explain in person, can you guys come over?" Danny asked as he swung his feet over the side of the bed and sat up, ready to go find the droid.

"Sure man, you better tell us all the details!" Tucker answered and Danny couldn't help the sudden yelp that escape him as he finally found where Meda-Lean was.

"What is it? Is everything okay?" Sam's concerned voice said over the phone.

"Uh- what? Yes! Everything is fine! Just uh, slipped. You know how clumsy I can be" Danny said as he glared at the.... what would he even call that? Nest? Overhang? It was a small platform created just above his door. From the sheen of the opaque yellowish surface Danny could tell it was some kind of energy construct, like one of his shields only sturdier looking. There was only about 2 feet of space between the platform and the ceiling yet there was Meda-Lean, who had somehow managed to tuck their long limbs in and fit into the tiny corner space. They were so tightly packed in that the only thing letting Danny know it was Meda-Lean was the fact that the droid's head was poking out, their yellow glowing eyes with their thin pupils blinking at him for a few seconds.

"Okay, sure. Well be over in a bit" Sam said, Tucker exclaims about her giving his phone back in the background, before hanging up.

Danny continued to glare at Meds as he lowered his phone.

"Did you sleep well?" They asked, as if they weren't sitting atop a platform above his door like some weird guard dog owl. Danny realised suddenly that's probably exactly what they were and what they were trying to accomplish.

"You could've told me you were going to make some weird perch for yourself in my room" Danny said, completely side stepping the question.

Meds just blinked at Danny before suddenly unfurling themselves from the tight space they somehow fit into and climbing down from the platform surprisingly gracefully.

"Who were you speaking to?" They asked. It seemed that Danny and them were still on completely different wave lengths but that didn't surprise him.

"My friends. They're coming over and I'm going to introduce you to them. Please for Ancients sake, stay in here until I come back" Danny pleaded as he walked around Meds to the door.

"I must insist on accompanying you incase of a threat" Meds said as they turned to face Danny who was now opening the door to go do his morning routine.

"No, I'll still be in the house and I promise I won't be gone for more than a few minutes. Stay here and don't make any loud noises" Danny said sternly while pointing at the droid.

Meds just blinked but didn't protest anymore so Danny took that as an affirmative and left for the bathroom and then a brief breakfast.

The doorbell had rung by the time he had finished his breakfast and he answered it to Sam's raised eyebrow and Tucker holding a Fenton thermos that Danny knew probably held any ghosts that had caused trouble yesterday while he had been out. That reminded him that he would need to release the Box ghost back into the zone, but later. Now he knew he would have to go through a long explanation to satisfy his friends.

He quickly ushered them up to his room but stopped before he opened the door.

"I just want to let you guys know now, there is someone in my room" Danny said, hand firmly on the handle.

"A ghost?" Tucker said at the same time as Sam went "Does this have to with the 'not usual kind of caught up'?".

"No and yes" Danny answered "Not a ghost, does have to do with a little situation that happened yesterday" Danny said, shooting them one last warning glance before opening the door.

He wasn't really surprised to find Meds not in their immediate sight. Danny sighed as he closed the door behind his friends.

"Um, are they like super small or something?" Tucker asked as Sam examined his room for the not-a-ghost-guest.

"Nope" Danny said, popping the p, "They're probably hiding up in their perch" Danny had decided that was what he was going to be calling Meds little platform, their perch.

"Wha-" Sam started as she turned around to face Danny but then she went pale as she caught sight of what was above Danny's door.

"Yep" Danny sighed and he moved to be standing next to his two friends as he looked back up to where Meds had curled back up onto the small platform, their head again sticking out to look at the new comers.

"Sam, Tucker, this is Meds. Meds these are my best friends Sam and Tucker" Danny introduced them, as if it was completely normal for a large stone robot to be laying up on an energy platform above his door. What had his half life come to?

Tucker, finally taking notice of the new occupant, was staring at Meds with wide disbelieving eyes. Meds came down from their perch once again and both Sam and Tucker took a step back at the surprising height.

"It is nice to meet you, I am Meda-Lean" Meds said, head tilted to the side as their thin pupils bounced between the two.

"Are- are you a... robot?" Tucker whispered, almost as if he was afraid that what he was witnessing wasn't real.

"I am an information retrieval droid, so by your classification yes I would be considered a 'robot'." Meds answered and Tucker looked like he had literal stars in his eyes.

Sam not-so-gently grabbed Danny's shoulder to turn him around and face her.

"What. The. Hell. Happened?" She said, face serious and drawn into a frown. Danny could tell she was restraining herself from just throwing him out the window then and there, probably because that wouldn't garner her any answers.

"You want the long version or the short version?" Danny asked, already tired with this whole situation. He could see out of the corner of his eye Tucker walking around Meds, examining them from all sides.

"Danny." Sam ground out between her gritted teeth.

"I went to the ruins like we talked about. Apparently when I walked up to some important building an automatic system that the Halfas left behind sensed that I was a Halfa, scanned my core, then assigned me a personal bodyguard" Danny said with a deadpan stare. He gestured over to Meds when he finished, sure that Sam could piece together the rest.

"Personal bodyguard!?" Tucker exclaimed, still staring at Meda-Lean in awe while they just blinked blankly at him.

"Ye" Danny shrugged.

Meds decided this was an optimum time to pitch into the conversation "Indeed, It has been officially added as my top objective to keep Danny safe" They said.

Sam snorted as she finally released her death grip on Danny's poor shoulder "Well he definitely needs it, if you're even half good at your job that'll make protecting Amity alot easier" She said, taking in the strange appearance of the droid.

"Trust me, they are. I think Box ghost might think twice next time he wants to reek havoc. Meds here definitely made a first impression last night, as in they left an impression of Box ghost in the ground" Danny said, remembering the glowing lines and frightening speed at which the stone being moved.

"Wait but couldn't Box ghost just phase though them?" Tucker asked and Danny shook his head.

"Nope, whatever Meds is made out of ghosts can't phase through it. Trust me, I found that out pretty quick" Danny replied, a hand coming up to his nose. He winced remembering the large crack sound it made on impact.

"You know Danny, this sounds suspiciously like you've just gained another guardian" Sam commented.

"That is indeed a term that is frequently used to describe my kind" Meds said, looking between Sam and Tucker with a blink.

"Dude! Another one? I swear, Frostbite, Clockwork, Pandora, and now this guy?" Tucker all but yelled.

"I'm collecting them, like pokemon cards" Danny nodded wisely and Sam put a hand to her mouth to stifle the laughter garnered by the comparison.

"Well, if you're some sort of information robot as well as being a bodyguard then does that mean you can tell Danny about the other Halfas?" Tucker asked and Meds nodded.

"I have all information to do with Halfas ever available. All Danny has to do is ask and I will answer" Meds said. Danny was kind of glad he had the droid. He would finally be able to learn about what people like him had been like, even if he would never get to meet them he still wanted to understand them. He wanted to walk through the streets and see the carvings adorned on the walls and know what they meant, what their significance was. He wanted to maybe somehow document the existence of these people so that they could never truly die, never truly be forgotten.

"You said your name was Meda-Lean? Well Meds just doesn't sit right with me so I'm gonna call you Lean" Tucker said, interrupting Danny's swirling thoughts.

"Hey! Meds is a good nickname!" Danny protested. Tucker put his hands up in a placating manner.

"I never said it wasn't, I just think Lean rolls off the tongue better" Tucker defended.

"You may call me what you wish, I do not mind 'Lean' or 'Meds' as they are both just shortenings of my name" Meds said, they sounded like a parent trying to stop their children from fighting.

"Lean it is! At least for me" Tucker said with a smirk and Danny rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, if you two are done, we want the long version of what happened Danny" Sam spoke up, sitting down on his desk chair.

"Yeah! No details left out" Tucker agreed as he also sat down but on the bed. Meds decided to follow the other two's lead and sat down cross legged on the floor.

Danny sighed before sitting next to Tucker and beginning recounting his journey in detail.

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The sound of metal clinking against eachother was the only thing heard in the silence. Sharp metallic wings carried the ghost with pitch black skin above the ancient city. The smell was a day or so old but still fresh.

He landed harshly infront of the Hall of the Ancients. A sneer found it's way on his face as the musty smell of the unique stone and machinery of the guardians clouded his senses.

He took his bow and drew back a spear like metal arrow before releasing. The sound of one of the inactive guardians being pierced by his weapon did nothing to sooth his anger.

The tall figure took back his arrow from the guardian that would not never wake again. He walked down the hall, a rough callosed hand trailing against the stone wall filled with the dreadful machines before he came to an abrupt stop.

One of the alcoves was empty.

"I'll find you yet, little Halfa" The figure practically growled. Only silence answered his words.

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artymcart · 1 year ago

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*Granny voice*

I've been there, I've seen it all.

Yeah, joke aside, let me tell you from my experience with the fandom, why the Destiel Squad wants their redemption.

Let's take it from the beginning, please beware of a long ass text with a lot of rambling but I'll try to focus on the main things.

Sorry for bad English or Grammar, I'm not a native speaker.

See, when Supernatural aired I was there. It wasn't a big hit, it was okay, it was "new" in the sense of tonus and had a major lead with Jared and Jensen. Two pretty guys hunting ghosts, good chemistry with each other, good writing for the 2000ends.

And the narrative of the two brothers stayed for three whole seasons and A LOT happened back then.

We all ask ourselves: How the duck did Wincest happen?

Because there was nothing else. I married a person who read Wincest in the first two years of the show because THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE.

The boys were not allowed to have female interests because the Fans went INSANE when that happend, especially with fan favorite Dean Winchester. (Just to tap here the "harassment" part of the former argument).

Cassie?

The episode sucked but the poor girl was never mentioned again on any episode ever.

Jo?

The main female interest for Dean, fitting, Hunter, knows around a knife, same attitude. Seems legit.

The poor actress got death threats. People booed at her on Conventions, people told her in the streets she's not worth precious baby Dean.

If you ever thought Destiel Fans are crazy, you should've seen that. She talks about it a bit in the SPN Then and Now podcast and I would recommend to listen. It's insane.

Lisa?

Oh boy. If you open any fan fiction in the time Lisa was introduced to the show, it was a shit storm. People still hate on her because she's a woman in the life of Dean Winchester and I feel so sorry for her.

For Sam it stayed tame, we have poor friged Jessica, we had the girl from the potrait episode and then later Ruby but people kinda liked that and thought it's hot which is still disturbing. (I'm not gonna open the Box of Pandora that's called Eileen, sorry).

Anyway. No love for the Winchesters, long streets ahead, Monster of the week, writers strike.

Conventions back then were super small, words didn't travel fast because all we had was old-school Tumblr and LifeJournal (yeah I'm that old). We had the brothers, sometimes Jim Beaver, maybe a Comic Con Promo, it was cute.

And then with lighting and sparks he came into the narrative and changed THE WHOLE DYNAMIC OF THE SHOW.

I saw that episode 24 hours after it aired and I was kinda confused about it? Angels? Okaaaay? Weird dude with badly dyed hair? Fine with me. Let's see how it goes.

Suddenly the dynamic changed, the brothers had a sidekick. A powerful one and a destiny to fulfill and for the first time in the show, we had a MAJOR break up of the brothers. They weren't able to do that before, who wants to see a show of two traumatized white boys living seperate life's? Lol, Imagine that in the early seasons.

And there was something special about the way Castiel behaved around Dean and glued to his side. There were hints here and there and weird long shots on lips and eyes and licking lips. No, I don't imagine that, I've seen it with my own eyes. And everyone who saw the show too!

Conventions got bigger. Weirder too.

Questions got more personal, because they weren't supervised back then like they're now (at least at some Cons).

"Would Dean fuck Castiel?"

Imagine Jensens back then. The poor innocent Texan boy, thrown into the cold water and not able to swim. People got so damn invasive, because they wanted to hear it from their favorite. It was insane. And uncomfortable to watch. For everyone.

And the other side of the fandom got more aggressive too. Horrible things were asked and said and people assumed everyone had to be like these few people who are definitely in need to learn about personal space.

BUT, they found an alley. Someone who literally googled himself the night the episode with him aired and found out what fandom actually does.

We found Misha Collins.

Misha rode that horse like a pro. Joked whole heartly about fan art and fan fiction(in a good way, btw) and took Jensen by the hand to show him that not ALL people are actually stupid.

(Really, you can't measure whole crowd of people on 100 weird dudes. We don't do that, stop it.) Why do I not talk about Jared here? Ah, well. Not enough time. Let's say he was aware but not on any side.

Fast forward a few years and seasons and convention.

We had Castiel saying things like Profound Bond, we have seen him staying WITH Dean, especially with Dean, until the very end of the world. He let go of an Army of Angels for ONE Human, one. Not the brothers. ONE. He had to kill hundreds of hundreds of Dean Winchesters, not Sam, not Bobby. Dean Winchesters corpse, a hundred times. He lied, he betrayed, he even lost his damn mind for the Winchesters but always, always mainly for Dean.

Dean Winchesters wins in the series were a lot of times connected with Castiel. We saw how Dean behaved around a brother, like, Sam was always there too. We KNEW how Dean is a brother, the names, the jokes, the no touchy touchy chick flick things.

Has Dean ever stood close to Sam, looked at his lips first, then with hooded eyes licked his lips and looked then in his eyes?

No? Yeah, THAT would be weird. I'm getting goosebumps, just imagine ALL the scenes Dean and Cas, with Sam.

The too long looks, the closeness, the words, the shared secrets.

That's not how you behave around a brother. You can see how that works, how that is in the show, but Dean's behavior is not the one of a brother, around Cas.

It's more.

And fans ate every crumbs they found. They ate up every conspiracy they heard, they analyzed every word Jensen or Misha let fall at Conventions. And that for 12 whole ass years.

They wanted to get rid of Misha so often, that man must have felt like a ping pong ball. The show lost views, he came back because it just didn't work out to eliminate Dean's best friend. It didn't work out because fans wanted to see them together on screen.

There is no one at the show who knows Dean better then Cas. Not even Sam. Because Dean can't be weak around his brother, his way too tall baby brother. But with Cas, he was able to show how much pressure was on. How much he suffered from his role in the world and all.

The writers sent Becky Rosen to tell us how crazy we sound and look. How they see us and how they think about shipping in general. They told us how delusional we are and that we don't have a say in what happens.

Still, we stayed. And we got louder and Castiel stayed. And Dean had a friend, who he trusted with every fiber of his being.

A Musical episode to apologize to the fans. Yeah, okay, you know of Destiel now and you support queer people. Still had a salty tone to it.

And now we're back at Conventions and questions get supervised and Destiel Fans get shit for trying to sign harmless Destiel Fan Art. No one is allowed to ask a grown up man about a possible male love interest in a fictional show.

The Antis got louder and louder and the show queerbaits itself through fucking metal. It's hilarious how much the writers, producers, even certain actors still tried to tell the fans to chill and stay in their fan world. Let the big boys play, stay in your ballpit.

But at this point, Destiel was the most popular ship in fandom. Over 100.000 written stories of these two fools, Video edits, Fan Art, Tumblr famous, INTERNATIONAL Fans. People who never have seen ONE episode of Supernatural at least knew about Destiel.

We're talking 15 years of loyal fandom, 12 years in which the fandom grew so much we call it a family now. A very dysfunctional one, but a family.

The night of November 5th came.

We weren't ready for whatever they would throw at us. And oh hell, we really weren't ready.

"I love you"

Whaaaaat? I actually had to pause the show because I cried so hard.

We were not crazy. Every fight on the damn internet, every useless discussion, every aggressive argument, finally had a fundament. Not crazy.

Castiel made a declaration of love to one of the main, male leads of the show.

And Misha and Jensen gave us a show. They tried so much to give us everything their character had to give. The episode got BUTCHERED as fuck, Ackles himself told us there are tapes and a lot of acting and scenes landed on the cutting floor.

Buy we are not crazy.

Years of being shamed for "seeing things", for being a fan, wiped away with one sentence.

I love you.

And you know, that's the story of why Destiel fans really really want their ship to be declared as canon. Because it is.

Because we've fought a war in fandom a few of us started years ago, but it goes and goes and goes and sometimes no one even knows why. And then you go on toxic bird or into the Facebook comment section and you have an actual reminder.

We're not crazy. We haven't "seen" things. We are not delusional. Misha has our back. Now we just wait for the other pretty actor man to finally say SOMETHING.

So, that's the fandom.

Talking for myself, I want it go canon out of spite (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Can someone explain to me once and for all why a lot of destiel shippers can only enjoy the ship if its canon. its a genuine question im not trying to start an argument. This phenomenon is unique to the destiel shippers in particular.. why can't you just enjoy the ship as fanon? Why the obsession about it being canon or not

#supernatural #destiel #destiel meta #i usually don't answer to things like that but i felt like jt #I'm so old it's funny

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Wraith’s Touch (Yandere Ghost Shigaraki x Reader)

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Triggers: Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, voyeurism, choking, death, yandere. This is seriously dark, so beware. Word Count: 8.5k Note: I blame Cadence for making me thirsty for this idea.

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There was something creepy about the house, you thought, for what felt like the 50th time today. It was a large, sprawling Victorian style estate, an old house even by your grandmother’s standards. She had lived there alone for years and had refused to move, and she never would tell you why.

You had stayed there before on summer break, when you were a teenager. Although you always adored your grandmother, something about the house itself was unsettling. You felt like you were being constantly watched, felt like things would move around in places where you did not think you had moved them. You thought you saw shadows out of the corners of your eyes, heard strange voices in the middle of the night.

Your grandmother insisted nothing was wrong, that you were simply being paranoid and that she had never experienced anything like what you were describing. You tried very hard to believe her, but it was hard to do that when you saw the worried look in her eyes, the tremble in her voice when she tried to say everything was okay. Ultimately, she made an excuse of you needing to leave quickly, that something had come up. So you had found somewhere else and hadn’t really seen her much after that.

She had died unexpectedly around a month ago, and with no other family to inherit her house and belongings, you were the one chosen to handle everything. You hadn’t been quite as close to your grandmother since that summer at her house, a fact that you bitterly resented now. But anytime you had tried to make plans to come visit, she would always tell you she was too busy and that you’d find another time to get together.

And now you were being willed her house, the one that had so many good memories of your grandmother, but also many unsettling ones. You wish you could be going back to the house in better circumstances.

You lived 2 hours away from where the house was, and it made no sense to continue to stay there and make the drive every day as you sorted through everything in the house. You had broken your lease, explaining about the death, and although your landlord wasn’t happy, he at least wasn’t angry.

Now you are standing outside with a moving van, reminiscing about your past in this house. You sigh and shake your head, before going around to open the back of the van. Your belongings all fit into one small van, since you didn’t have a ton of room in your old apartment. You had left a few things, mostly old furniture, back at the apartment for other people to take if they wanted. This house was huge, and had enough furniture that you wouldn’t need all of your old stuff.

You grab a few boxes from the back of the van and walk to the front door before setting them aside to pull out the keys from your pocket. You take a deep breath before putting the key in the lock and turning it, stepping into the house for the first time in several years.

The feeling of being watched has not gone away since you were last here, the entire entryway feeling just a bit too claustrophobic. The air temperature of the house is cold, your breath puffing out in white clouds. Great, you think to yourself, I bet the air conditioning and heating unit is broken. Will have to remember to call a repairman tomorrow.

You let out a sigh and pick the boxes back up, carrying them into the house. You tried to be efficient with the packing, marking all of the boxes according to what room they went on. These boxes all went to whatever room you would choose as your bedroom.

Your grandmother’s room was technically the master bedroom of the house, but you don’t feel comfortable sleeping in there. So you go down the hall from where her old bedroom was located, and open up the door to where you used to stay.

The room was very similar looking to when you were there before, all the knick knacks and personal items still displayed around the room. The bed was neatly made, and the dresser still had a few small items of clothing that you had forgotten from when you left.

The one difference about the room was how oppressive the air is. It seems to beat down on you, making the room feel like it’s closing in. You had experienced some weird feelings in the house before, but never anything like this. You’re being ridiculous, you scold yourself. This is just a house, and you’re simply missing your grandma.

You shake your head at your thoughts and place the boxes down in the room, before turning around and walking to the door.

As you reach for the doorknob, you hear a strange noise. You whirl your head around, looking through the room again but you see nothing. Old houses make strange noises, you reason with yourself.

And yet you could have sworn it sounded like soft laughter.

~~~~

You collapse in an exhausted heap on the couch. You have finished moving and unpacking the boxes containing your own stuff, and you have started to go through your grandmother’s.

You haven’t even fully re-explored the house yet, and you still have so much to go through. It is much too large for you to consider living in permanently, and you intend to simply sell the house and buy a more modest one with the money from the sale and your inheritance.

But your grandmother had lived here for years, and the house had the accumulation of all that time of collecting items and knick knacks. It was going to take so long for you to go through everything, sorting what to keep and what to sell.

You want to get through this as quickly as possible. The house remains unsettling, and it only seemed to get worse. The atmosphere was still so heavy, almost like a physical presence beating down on you.

The air conditioning and heating repairmen had shown up, only to find nothing wrong. But the house still had strange cold spots throughout, with no explanation for it.

You see shadows out of the corner of your eye, shadows that look people shaped. But when you turn your head around, you see nothing.

Sometimes you think you hear voices, laughter, coming from the dark places deep within the house. It is terrifying, despite how much you try to convince yourself that it’s just the noises of an old house settling.

The final straw was when you were standing on your tiptoes, trying to reach a box from a high shelf. You almost had it when you heard it. A soft whisper in your ear, one that almost sounded like the word “mine.” And then a cold caress, wrapping around your waist.

You startled so hard that you pulled the box entirely off the shelf, leaving it to fall to the floor and smash the contents into pieces. It scared you down to the bones, despite your efforts to rationalize it, to make logical sense of it.

You are so scared, in fact, that you have invited your pro-hero friend to stay the night. He laughed at your fears, promising there was nothing wrong, and that he would be glad to stay with you.

You always had a bit of a crush on him, but it had never amounted to anything. He was busy with his pro-hero job, and you lived a bit too far away for the two of you to see much of each other.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a knock on the door. Finally, you think, he’s running late. You hurry to the door and open it to the face of your friend. He smiles and holds out fast food.

“I figured you were hungry,” he says, before walking into the house.

“I owe you,” you reply, “this house is creepier than I remember.”

��There's nothing wrong, you’re just a scaredy cat with a weak quirk. That’s why I’m here.”

You roll your eyes at his arrogance about his quirk, as you lead him to the room you’ve been using as the living area.

A few hours later, and you find yourself feeling just a bit better about everything. Nothing has happened since your friend arrived, and even the atmosphere has gotten less heavy. You’re both curled up on the couch, stuffed full of food and talking about mindless topics. You’re starting to feel just a bit silly about the whole thing, and you tell him so.

“I told you so,” he chuckles, “anyone would go a bit stir crazy in this house. Plus, you’re still grieving.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” You’re surprised when he scoots closer to you and puts an arm around you, and even more surprised when he grabs your chin to pull you in for a kiss.

You stiffen up for a single second, before melting into the kiss, scooting even closer to him as he wraps his arm around you.

He pulls you into his lap so that he can settle you in between his legs, deepening the kiss as you wrap your arms around him to tangle your hands into his hair.

He grabs your hips, pushing you down onto the hardness you can feel in his pants. The friction of it has you gasping and grinding down harder, trying to get friction on your clit.

He reaches down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you before kissing a line down the column of your neck and occasionally sucking at the skin.

You are just starting to get into when it abruptly stops. You glance down at him only to see his eyes blown wide open, staring at something behind you. You turn around to look and see an antique mirror.

You’re about to ask him what’s wrong when he lets out a scream and shoves you off his lap. You land on the floor in a dazed heap. “Oh god, the mirror, look at the mirror!,” his voice comes out in a purely panicked tone.

You glance back and still see only a mirror. “It’s just a mirror, I don’t see anything.”

“...you don’t see him?”

“See who? You’re not making any sense!”

“There’s a man,” he whispers in a low tone, like he thought the man would hear him, “and he looks so pissed.”

“You just saw a shadow of something,” you try to soothe him, “there’s nothing there.”

“HE’S THERE.” You jump as his voice suddenly gets louder. “Oh fuck, he’s…!” His voice rises into a scream before cutting off. He turns around and starts to run.

You jump up from the floor to follow him and try to calm him back down, but you discover he’s gone already as you see the front door wide open. “So much for the big, tough hero,” you mutter to yourself.

You walk back to the living room to take one last look at the mirror. You still see nothing, and yet a shiver runs down your back as you feel like someone is staring at you. And that someone is darkly amused.

~~~~

You wake up slowly, rolling over onto your other side with full intention of falling back to sleep. But you realize something feels weird. Everything feels hazy, like this is no longer your world. You open your eyes and look around, only to be shocked by what you see.

Your bedroom is entirely different. It simultaneously looks newer than the room you went to sleep in, but also significantly more old fashioned. Like you were shot back into the past of the house.

The room feels heavy and oppressive, and you feel the telltale weight of someone watching you that you’ve felt ever since you came back to the house. This time though, the energy feels eager, gleefully malicious. Like it’s won something.

You startle a bit when you notice another significant difference to the room. There is no door. No windows. The places where they’re supposed to be are nothing but blank walls. No way out of this room.

It’s with that discovery that the realization finally hits you. A dream, you think, I’m simply dreaming. A vivid dream, you reason with yourself, but still ultimately a dream. You relax a bit with this knowledge, until a shimmer appears beside you.

You spin your head around in time to see a man materialize out of nowhere, right beside the bed. He is on the tall side, with light blue hair that almost appears silver and eyes that are a striking red. He’s wearing black jeans and a black hoodie, with red shoes. He has his hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket, although for some reason his pinkies are sticking out of the side of the pocket. He looks strangely indistinct, blurry around the edges, almost as if he’s see-through and not truly part of this world.

You glance up into his red eyes and are frightened by what you see in their depths. There’s a darkness there, a terrible obsession you can barely even comprehend. Just a dream, you remind yourself, whoever this is can’t do anything.

“Just a dream, huh?” His face breaks out into a smirk. Your heart drops into your stomach as you realize he read your mind. Of course he can read your mind, you reprimand yourself, this is your own dream in your own head.

“Does this feel like a dream?” He reaches towards you, ice cold fingers trailing up your arm and leaving goosebumps in their wake. It feels incredibly real, and you shiver a bit at the contact. You wonder why you’re dreaming about someone you have never met. And why it feels like you know this man anyway, on a deep level beyond anything you have ever felt.

“Because you do know me.” His fingers slide even further up your arm, reaching your face. He grabs your chin and leans in.

You try to pull away from his hand, to shake your head no, but he simply tightens his grip. “You’re wrong, I don’t know you,” you hiss out, “so I don’t even know why I’m dreaming about you.”

“My name is Tomura Shigaraki.” The name strikes a cord within you, as if you knew it already, as if you’ve waited your whole life simply to hear it again. “And I have waited for you for a long time.”

He leans in to capture your lips with his own, surprising you with how cold his mouth is as he forces his tongue into your mouth before you can protest. It’s a sloppy, possessive kiss, more about claiming than any sense of romance. He pulls away from the kiss.

“You’re here because you belong to me,” he whispers, only to begin kissing down your jawline, planting open mouth kisses down your neck. “And you have been from the second I saw you.”

He licks and bites at your collarbones, before finally getting to the point where your nightshirt covers your skin. He grabs the front with his hand, and you watch in horror as it begins to turn to ash, flecks of it flying away. You notice he used all five of his fingers, and suddenly realize why he had been keeping his pinkies up.

He goes further down, kissing and licking down your chest, before getting to your breasts. He kneads one in his hand, pinching the nipple between his fingers, before taking the other nipple into his mouth and sucking. He switches off, taking the other nipple into his mouth also, sucking and twisting them until they’re both hard.

He reaches for your pajama pants, grabbing and decaying them like he did your top. You wear no bra or panties for bed, so you’re left bare and exposed to him. He chuckles darkly as his fingers run lower, swiping down your folds. “You’re so wet for me, pet,” he purrs into your ear, “it seems you missed me just as much as I missed you.” You feel like you should be embarrassed, but it seems silly to be embarrassed in your own dream.

He laughs before leaning back just enough to pull his hoodie over his head, tossing it aside. His pants and shoes follow quickly, and you can’t help but glance down. He is impressively thick, and already painfully hard, a bead of pre-cum already at the tip.

If this is a dream, you reason with yourself, then there’s really nothing wrong enjoying this, now is there? A smirk graces Shigaraki’s face. “You’re right, pet,” he coos, “it’s just a dream, so enjoy the pleasure.”

He grabs your thighs tightly, this time with his middle fingers raised, squeezing down so hard that you know there would be bruises if this wasn’t a dream. He spreads them apart roughly, before glancing down to look at your now exposed pussy. Now you do feel embarrassment, squirming a bit to try and close your legs, but he only digs his fingers even harder into the skin of your thighs.

“Don’t try to hide from me,” he growls in warning, before diving into your pussy with his tongue. He licks all the way up your folds, taking a hand and spreading them apart. He pushes his tongue up into your passage, tongue fucking you as his nose nudges against your clit and causing you to squirm.

“Please,” you whine, as you push into him harder, seeking more stimulation, which he’s quick to give to you.

He wastes no time collecting your slick with two of his fingers, pushing them into you roughly. The cold of his fingers inside of you causes you to gasp. He takes your clit into his mouth, sucking as his tongue presses down hard on it. You let out a mewl, feeling your end approaching fast. It’s like everything feels so much sharper in this dream, as if you feel even more than usual.

He curves his fingers up, brushing against that spongy spot inside of you, and that’s enough to push you over the edge. You gasp as you clench down hard around his fingers, and Shigaraki doesn’t stop his relentless movements. He continues to suck your clit through your orgasm, tasting your release on his tongue as his fingers drill into your now soaking pussy. He coaxes you into a second directly after your first, causing you to squeal and go limp as your head falls back onto your pillow.

“Such a good girl for me.” He sits up with a dark smile on his face. “But since we’re so familiar with each other now, why don’t you call me Tomura?” You lift your head up and glance at him, but he’s simply giving you a neutral look while waiting for your response. You see no harm in it, so you shrug. “I guess I can do that.”

His eyes flash as he hears you agree, and a smile crosses his face. “Good, because I want that name to be the one you scream once I’m inside of you.” You shiver at his words, excitement rising up in you. Sad that it’s been so long since you’ve gotten laid that you’re excited for dream sex, you muse to yourself. You hear a snicker from beside you and choose to ignore it.

You feel the bed sink down a little, as Tomura climbs into bed with you. He puts one hand on each side of your head, straddling you on the bed. You are surprised to see that he looks more solid, less as if you can see all the way through him.

He leans down to claim your mouth again, this kiss no less passionate than the last one. He kisses you as if he means to dominate your mouth with his own, hand coming up to tighten slightly on your throat.

He nudges your legs a bit further apart with his thigh before settling himself fully in between them. He reaches between your bodies to pump his painfully hard cock in his fist, rubbing it up your soaking folds to nudge against your tender clit. “Tell me you want it, pet,” he whispers in your ear.

You let out a loud whine, trying to grind yourself down on his cock. He responds by grabbing your waist tightly, holding you firmly in place. “I can stay here forever until you beg,” a dark look crosses his face, “what about you?”

You whimper and push against his hold, still trying to impale yourself on him to get some relief for your aching pussy. “You’re so needy.” He leans down to nip at your neck, causing you to lift up your chin to give him better access. “I can help you with that.” He begins to suck on your skin, hard enough that it would leave hickies in any other circumstance.

He reaches down to your soaked folds, collecting your juices and using them to rub tight circles across your clit. You let out a moan of pleasure at finally getting his fingers where you want them. You let out a long, plaintive whine when he stops suddenly. “Please,” you finally open your mouth to say.

“Please, what,” he smirks, “I don’t know what you want unless you tell me.”

“Please touch me again,” you try to rub yourself against his fingers to get more stimulation. He completely pulls away, only to start trailing his fingers down your thigh. “Is this where you want to be touched?”

“No,” you plead, “please touch my pussy. I need you to fuck me.”

His hand continues to trail down your thighs, further away from your heated core. “Hmm, do you think that’s good enough, pet?”

You wrack your brain for what answer he is looking for, before finally settling on “please Tomura, I want you.” For a second, his gaze turns satisfied, calculating, and his shape seems to get even more solid than it was earlier.

You start to wonder why, before he begins to push his length into you, as cold as the rest of him. Then all thoughts are lost by the startling feeling of the cold against your warm walls, the contrast feeling amazing inside of you. You let out a loud mewl at his thickness stretching your pussy out, as he sinks inch by inch inside you.

He lets out a groan of pleasure as he fully sheathes himself inside you, giving a slight pause to kiss down your neck and allow you to adjust to his size. He begins at a slow pace, until he feels you wrap your legs around his back, trying to get him to move faster inside of you. “I need more, Tomura, please,” you beg.

“Who am I to deny you when you beg so cutely,” he chuckles as his pace increases, hips slamming against yours. He leans down to nibble and bite at your nipples as he tweaks the other one between his fingers, alternating between them.

He reaches one hand between your body to start rubbing your clit, causing you to clench hard around his length. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he curses under his breath as he continues to move inside you.

He lifts your hips up a bit to change angle as he continues to slam into you, seeking that spot that he knows will make you come undone around his cock. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your gasps and moans fill the room.

He reaches down to grip your neck without even slowing his pace inside you, still in that same hold he’s been using, with his middle finger raised from your neck. “Admit that you’re mine,” he growls darkly. Your eyes widen at the possessiveness in his tone, a sliver of unease running down your back. You shake your head no, only for him to slam into you all the way to the cervix, pleasure and pain warring inside you.

You begin to feel the room get colder, dropping degree after degree and causing you to shiver from the cold. His grin turns menacing as he puts more pressure on your neck, making it hard to breathe but not enough to cut your air off completely. “Say it,” he hisses, “tell me you’re mine.” One hand of yours flies up to his, intending to try and pry him off. The room starts to spin from lack of oxygen, and you beat your fist against his chest.

He loosens his grip just enough for you to take a huge gasping breath of air. When you say nothing, he moves to put his hands back around your neck. “Wait” you shout. He pauses, his expression turning predatory as he waits for your next words.

Even if this is simply a dream, you can feel the sense of danger from admitting this. You don’t know where this certainty comes from, but you can feel it down to your bones. But you also feel the danger of not admitting it. The two desires war within you, fighting to be the victor.

“I’m yours, Tomura,” you breathed out. His red eyes flash with delight, with a sense of dark triumph that makes you instantly regret your decision to say the words.

“Finally,” he snarled as his hips begin to snap into you again. He is even harder and rougher than before, his hands gripping you tightly as he fucks you with wild abandon. Two fingers reach down to press hard on your clit and you feel another orgasm approaching quickly.

“I want you to say my name as you cum around my cock,” he growls as he changes his angle slightly, the new position causing you to let out a wail as you tighten hard on his cock and dig your heels into his back.

“Fuck, Tomura” you cry out, as liquid fire courses through you. His hips stutter at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock, and he reaches his own end, cold seed flooding into your womb.

You both lay there for a second, trying to catch your breath, when you hear the distant sound of an alarm blaring. He lets out a dangerous growl, clutching you to his chest as if he could prevent the alarm from taking you away from him. “You won’t be getting away from me much longer,” is the last thing you hear before you wake up.

~~~~

You sit bolt upright in bed gasping, still throbbing from the remnants of an orgasm. Your eyes dart around the room, looking for Tomura, only to find nothing. The room is empty, looking the same as it did before you went to sleep. The doors and windows are back, and the suffocating presence you felt before has lessened.

God, that was one intense dream. You had never had such a lucid dream before, one that felt so completely real that it was hard to come to terms with it now that you are awake. You roll over to turn your blaring alarm off and wince in pain. You feel strangely sore, as if you slept wrong in the night. Feeling sweaty and gross, you let out a deep sigh and get up to take a shower.

After your shower, you go back into your bedroom to get dressed. You glance at the floor length mirror as you walk past, before doing a double take and turning back around to look again. You startle a bit when you see that your neck is covered in bruises and hickies. You think back to your friend during your makeout session the other night, and mentally curse him for getting too rough.

But as you glance down, you also see handprints on the side of both of your hips. You stare at them for a long time, trying to place what happened. The asshole grabbed me pretty hard when he threw me off him the other night, you reason. He obviously must have been too rough, and you resolve to admonish him later on the whole incident. You give a silent nod to yourself, confident in your reasoning.

If only you could forget that the handprint bruises have a single finger not visible on your skin.

~~~~

That day passes uneventfully, although you can’t stop thinking of the dream you had. Or the bruises on your neck. Or the handprints with only 4 fingers. You know you’re being ridiculous, that you have a logical explanation for the whole thing. But that doesn’t stop the anxiety, the worry, from building up in you.

You are also unable to reach your friend in order to give him the chewing out that he is desperately owed. You can’t figure out if he’s ignoring you, or just busy, but you’re getting absolutely no response.

You resolve to work on the house more, to distract yourself. You are still going from room to room, organizing things, separating things into keep piles, donation piles, and trash piles. You have finally worked your way into your grandma’s office and library, a place you were never able to go into before.

You stare in wonder the first time you go through those doors, unable to figure out where to look first. The room is huge, and filled with floor to ceiling books. An ornate, antique looking desk sits in the back of the room, and the windows to the left side of the desk let in the sunlight so that the room doesn’t feel overly dark.

I really wish she had let me come in here before, you think, because this room is absolutely amazing. And then reality hits you, as you let out a groan. It’s also going to take me forever to look through all this.

You venture around the library and see a varied mix of books. There is everything from classic literature and non-fiction textbooks to romance and murder mysteries. But then you come to a strange section, closest to her desk. It’s full of books about witchcraft and spells, ghosts and demons, books with titles you can’t even begin to understand and that only hurt your head to try. It’s confusing to you why your grandma would even have some of these books, but you suppose she has a little of everything in this library.

You head to the desk, sitting down in the chair before opening up the drawers. Sitting in the top of the first drawer you open are two things. One is a plain spiral bound notebook. The other is a book about ghosts. Specifically, about how to banish them. The book has clearly been well used, the spine well broken in and several bookmarks still inside.

You pause for a second before opening the notebook to the first page. In it, you find a detailed recounting of the malevolent spirit living within the house. Your own grandma’s account. You can barely comprehend everything, so many details and actions taken.

And then you come across the entry around the time of your visit years ago. You read about your grandma’s fear of you being there. The increasing obsession the ghost, Tomura Shigaraki, had of you. And her final decision to send you back, away from the ghost.

This information answers some questions and raises so many more. Your grandma was a witch. Ghosts and spirits exist. And one is obsessed with you. So obsessed, in fact, that your grandma feared for you to the point that she barely had anything to do with you after that. You wonder if she felt that staying away from you was for your own protection.

You pick the book up about banishment, hoping to find more answers, and open it to one of the bookmarks. Inside is a detailed banishment and saging ritual, used to weaken ghosts. Turning a few pages back, you look to see if it mentions what signs you should be watching for, any hints that you have a ghost obsessed with you. You don’t doubt what you read from your grandma, but a part of you is still in denial, hoping that this is all an elaborate story.

You finally find the correct page and do some reading. Unexplained sounds and feelings, check. Seeing things that aren’t there, check. Your heart stops for a second at the next section. Strange and intense dreams, including ones of a sexual nature. Definite check. Unexplained marks and bruises on your body.

You stop reading at that point, thinking back to the dream. The bruises. Those handprints. The raised fingers. You feel a chill run down your spine, the room getting noticeably colder. No matter how much you try to rationalize it, something feels off about the whole thing. You turn the page back to the description of the saging, and it looks easy enough for you to handle. And really, what can it hurt?

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You glance around at the circle of objects you had laid out around you. You feel like you should be feeling very silly right now. But you just don’t. There is this sense of impending doom you have in your bones, and yet not enough to blatantly run from the house. You have obligations here, a responsibility to your grandma. Even if this is you being silly, it will hopefully give you peace of mind.

You had found plenty of sage and salt in one of your grandmother’s cupboards. You had opened up the majority of the windows that could actually be opened so that energy could leave, and also to air the house out from the sage. You had laid out and started lighting some white candles throughout the house. And you had a bowl to catch the ash from the burning sage stick, and another bowl filled with salt.

You read in the book that you needed to light the sage and walk from room to room with it, spreading the smoke around and paying special attention to outer walls of the house where negative energy could come in. The book also said that spreading a line of salt around entryways and windows also helped to keep things out.

You decide to start in your bedroom, since that’s where the most extreme of the incidents happened. You have candles lit and salt laid in there already, so all you need is to light the sage and say the words.

As you go to grab the lighter, the lights of the house start to flicker, and the atmosphere in the air grows heavy and intense. You feel like someone is staring right into you, all the way down to your soul, and that they are not pleased. The entire house seems to take on a life of its own, as if furious with what you’re about to do.

Before you have a chance to panic, you light the sage. You move all the way around the room, holding the sage up to the corners of the room, and you feel the pressure lessen just a bit. "I cast the circle thrice about to keep the evil spirits out,” you begin to say, in as powerful of a voice as you can muster.

You leave the bedroom, going room to room in the upstairs part of the house, making sure no part is untouched. “Earth, Wind, Fire and Sea.” The furious stare is lessening and the house itself seems to be settling.

Finally, you make your way downstairs to the front entrance, the last place of the house that you haven’t gone through. You spread the smoke of the sage around this area as well, before finally saying the words to close things out. “As I will so, mote it be!" You put the sage out.

It feels like everything stops all at once. You hear an anguished scream coming from the living room, and you quickly rush that way. In the mirror your friend saw him in before, you now see him too.

He’s wearing the same outfit he was in your dream, but there is no sense of the smug, triumphant man you felt. Instead, he looks furious. Clawing at the inside of the mirror like he is in pain. And then he suddenly starts to fade, getting more and more see through until he finally vanishes entirely.

And then suddenly, the house feels like a house again. No presence, no pressure, no eyes feeling like they’re watching you. You breathe a sigh of relief as you realize that it worked. The house has never felt so light, so clear the entire time you’ve been here.

It seems to have taken a lot out of you however, leaving you feeling exhausted and hungry. You quickly make something to eat before heading to bed.

Good, you think to yourself as you walk up the stairs to your bedroom. Whatever this was is over now and I can finally finish things here in peace. He’s gone.

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You wake up slowly, feeling strangely weak and groggy. Something feels wrong, and you try to pinpoint what it is. You recall doing the saging ritual, feeling like it worked, before fixing yourself some quick dinner and heading to bed. Everything seemed fine when you went to sleep.

You try to get up, to look around, but you find that you can’t move at all. Panic hits as you try desperately to move something, anything. But you are completely paralyzed. Your head throbs and the room seems to spin the harder you try to move.

You attempt to slow your breathing, to concentrate and think through your situation, and then you notice it. You went to sleep curled up on your side, as usual, but you’re not laying like that anymore. You’re on all fours on the bed, head pressed down against the mattress, back arching upwards.

You feel movement from behind you, and you find that you are able to lift your head just enough to glance back. Instinctively, you know what you’re going to see. Who you’re going to see.

Dawning horror rises in you as your fears are confirmed, that the movement behind you is coming from the man of your dream, Tomura Shigaraki, and that he is buried to the hilt inside you. You make a strangled noise in the back of your throat as you feel yourself clenching around the hard cock that is stretching you out.

“Ah, finally awake? Took you long enough, he chuckles maliciously. “The man of your dream, huh?” He pulls all the way out of you, only to slam roughly back in, wrenching a scream from you. “Sounds so romantic.”

He leans in to whisper a question into your ear. “Want to know a secret?” You want so badly to tell him no, to wake up from this nightmare, but you know there is no option.

“It was never a dream, my little plaything.” His tone is so full of sinister glee that you find yourself shivering.

You feel overwhelmed that this has already happened once before, that you were too stupid to realize it was never simply a dream.

He grabs your hips roughly and begins to set a slow pace inside you. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” he hisses out, “like you didn’t beg me to fuck you.”

Shame burns your face, and you bury your face into the pillow to try and hide your sobs. But Shigaraki simply coils his fingers inside your hair and jerks backwards. The action forces your back to arch, his cock burying even deeper inside you.

Despite yourself, you feel heat pooling in your core from his rough handling and the feeling of his thick cock sliding against your inner walls.

You let out a broken moan as he speeds up, his hips snapping into your backside, balls smacking against your clit and filling the room with the wet noises of skin slapping against skin. A coil inside you is building, and you want more than anything to squirm away. But there is no give in whatever power he has you under, and you’re forced to simply take the pleasure.

He runs a cold hand up and down your back, digging nails into the skin as the other hand trails around to where your bodies are joined. He begins to furiously rub your clit, tight and fast circles that leave you gasping and gripping at the bed sheets under your hands.

You feel your juices dripping from you, drenching his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your quivering cunt. Being unable to move is only heightening all of your other senses, and you can feel every vein on the cock inside you.

You feel yourself rapidly tightening up, your orgasm quickly approaching. You let out a loud whine as you find yourself pushing back against him, seeking more friction in spite of yourself.

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” He barks out a laugh. “Do it then, cum all over my cock.”

At his words, you instantly cum hard, as if your body is obeying his command. He fucks you through your orgasm before pulling out and flipping you over.

He pulls you into his lap before entering you again as your pussy is still fluttering around his cock. This new position lets him thrust up into you, the new angle causing him to slam into a spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

His pace doesn’t even slow as he begins to kiss at your neck, nipping and sucking hard as he leaves bruises down the column of your neck. His fingers begin to stroke your aching clit yet again, and you let out a shameless moan.

“Please stop,” you whimper, “too sensitive.” You feel wrung out, the room seeming to spin just a bit, and you’re not sure how much more you can take.

He ignores you, gripping your hips to hold you in place as he pounds into you. You glance down at the cock disappearing inside you, and you flush with embarrassment as you see that his length is glistening with your juices.

His pace becomes erratic, thrusts starting to stutter, and you know that he’s getting close too. “Mine, mine, mine,” he chants as he finally finishes inside you with a loud groan. The feeling of cold spreading through your core is enough to push you over yet again, and you collapse against his shoulder in sheer exhaustion.

Tears run down your face as you ask him the question you’ve been wondering. “I thought I banished you.”

His chest rumbles with his laughter. “No, little plaything. Your grandmother was a powerful witch and knew what she was doing.” You stiffen up at his words.

He leans down to lick at the shell of your ear. “You, however, are weak and know nothing.”

“But then, why did you…” you trail off as it finally hits you. You let out a choked sob. “You were faking it.”

He simply smirked at you. You suddenly can’t breathe. The room is spinning even more, your head feeling like it’s going to split open. You push away from him and are surprised when he lets you.

You back away slowly, grabbing your pajamas from the floor and throwing them on. You keep an eye on him the entire time, but he doesn’t move. He simply looks at you.

You don’t know why he’s simply letting you and you don’t care. You turn around and start running.

Fuck the house, you thought, fuck your stuff, fuck everything. You have to get out while you still can. You don’t know what else Shigaraki will do to you if you stay. And...your poor grandmother. Now you know why she never moved out of the house. She stayed here for years to protect people, to protect you.

You don’t take time to pack things. In a blind panic, you run through the hallways of the house, down the stairs, making a beeline to the door. The headache you were feeling from before intensifies. As you make it to the final stair, a wave of weakness and dizziness overcomes you. You barely keep yourself upright as you grip the banister. You push yourself to the wall, using it to prop yourself up, as you take two more steps.

But the weakness is too much, and your knees buckle. You fall to the floor hard, the room spinning around you wildly. Oh god, what’s wrong with me? You begin to panic, trying to take huge gulps of air, but breathing has become so hard.

You can’t let this stop you from getting out of the house, you have to get out now. You roll yourself over onto your stomach, determined to drag yourself to the door if need be.

And then you see him. Shigaraki. He appears more solid than earlier, leaning against a doorframe with the biggest triumphant smirk you have ever seen on his face.

“Not feeling so good, are we?”

You freeze in your quest to drag yourself up as you stare at him. He begins to walk towards you, slowly, deliberately, Making you feel like prey. Like you’re being hunted

“What did you do to me?” you whisper in fear. You know deep down what is happening to you, but you don’t truly want to admit it. Want to be in denial. Want him to tell you nothing is wrong.

He lets out a twisted laugh, ignoring your question entirely. “Do you know how boring it was, with nothing but that pathetic old woman to keep me company for years? She was just familiar enough with poltergeists to guard against me, but not enough to banish me entirely.”

You had no idea your grandmother knew anything at all about spirits until you found all those books in her library, read her notes. You certainly hadn’t.

“But then you showed up at her doorstep, needing a place to stay. You intrigued me from the start. A naive little thing who had no idea what she was stepping into. And your grandmother knew that. She knew I was becoming obsessed. That I wanted to corrupt you.”

Corrupt you, you think dimly, thinking of the event just earlier. The one that started your mad dash to get out of the house. Waking up and being unable to move. Held down by his power and forced to feel pleasure you didn’t want as he took you. You shiver at the thought, revulsion and lust warring with each other.

“That’s why she sent you away from me. And that’s why I killed her.”

It feels like your heart stops beating for a second. Tears start flowing from your eyes and running down your face. “...You killed her? She died because of me?”

Your muscles cramp harshly, causing you to let out a sharp gasp of pain. You try to scoot back from the malignant ghost that is approaching you, the murderous ghost that took the last of your family from you. But you’re too tired and too dizzy to manage it. You lay your head back against the floor.

“Yeah, I killed her,” he lets out a harsh laugh. “And yeah, that’s why she died. I warned her of the consequences of what would happen if she didn’t bring you back. She didn’t listen.”

A haze is descending over your eyes. Everything is becoming distant, except for Shigaraki’s form, his voice, his words.

“And then, after what I did to get you back here, you were going to try and get rid of me,” he growls in a low, dangerous tone. “You don’t seem to understand that you belong to me.”

He approaches where you lay, immobilized, unable to do anything but watch as he slowly sits down on the floor beside you. He reaches over, grabbing your body and situating it into his lap in a princess carry.

Your muscles convulse, your head spins, and you find yourself whimpering from the pain. He grins as he runs his fingers through your hair, making his way down your jawline to cup your face.

“You’re dying, little pet. And quickly, at that. The things you can find in old houses is truly amazing. Like the arsenic I found in a forgotten corner of the basement.”

Your veins turn to ice, the haze clouding your mind lifting just a bit. The terror pushes all other emotions out, as if you’re a being of pure fear and panic, as if you’ve never known anything else.

Your eyes widen and you try to shake your head, before the dizziness forces you to stop. “No no no, please no. Please tell me you’re joking, trying to scare me.”

He huffs out a soft laugh. “Would I joke about this? It’s true. I sensed you might do something stupid and I was right. I slipped the poison into your food after you tried to weaken me.”

You try to push away, to get out of his arms, but you’re too weak. He simply puts a bit more pressure into his hold to keep you in place. The mere effort is enough to leave you panting for breath.

“What do you mean to accomplish? If I’m dead…”. Your stomach cramps again, harder this time, and your sentence cuts out in a pained gasp.

He gives a truly wicked laugh, and his lips curl up in a smirk. “If you’re dead, you’re trapped here. Just like I am.”

More tears roll down your face. “I don’t wanna die,” you whimper, “and I don’t want to be stuck here with you.” It’s hard to keep your eyes open any more. They begin to slowly close as the room darkens.

He shifts you further into his lap, stroking his hands through your hair and kissing the tears running down your face. The gentle gesture is so at odds with the fact that he’s the one killing you.

“You have no choice in the matter,” he chuckles, “it’s happening whether you want it or not. It was only a matter of time anyway, you just sped up my timeline.”

Your muscles begin to seize up, and seeking some sort of comfort from the pain, you turn your head into the chest of your murderer. “I hate you,” you whimper, before grasping his hoodie, burying your face into it to muffle your crying.

His arms wrap around you more solidly, hand coming around the back of your head to cradle it. “That’s okay, pet. I have all the time in the world to make you love me.” The last thing you hear before your eyes close for the final time is Shigaraki whispering in your ear “after all, we’ll be together forever.”

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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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So, uh, I got excited with this ask

Anonymous said:

so what if, and I’m just spitballin’ here, you wrote a little something for Tomura, a jealous!reader x Tomura, perhaps? Ik there probably wouldn’t be an actual situation where somebody would try to steal him away or anything but just a little something on the reader seeing something that wasn’t what it looked like and Shiggy kind of reassuring her in his own special way? 😌 pls &thank you sm in advance, but you of course absolutely don’t have to write it if you don’t want to (: love your work!

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Gen!Reader

Warnings: Adult language, angst, jealous feelings, mentions of past relationship and heavy petting, mm, imma say it’s rated T, for the teens and upper betweens

Word Count: 4387

Notes: Lol. I’m pretty sure this was meant to be like, a drabble or head cannon in your mind nonnie. Me, being me, I stretched it out into a freaking fic. I can’t shut uppppp sometimes. First time trying for a Gen!Reader, so hopefully it’s a thumbs up. Not beta edited, so any mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.” ― William Shakespeare, Othello

It’s been two months, two freaking months and you’ve hardly gotten two texts strung together, let alone a call, from Tomura.

While he’s never been what anyone would call a frequent texter, your last message has sat, unread, on his phone for the last 3 days. You know he’s busy, you know he said he’s got shit to take care of, but you can’t help the angry pit of worry that simmers in your gut. He could at least tell you something. Like, hey, I’ll be out of touch for a few days, talk soon. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently it is.

The two of you have always been a quiet item. Most of the League knows, or at least, heavily, heavily suspects. It’s not like you tried to keep it a secret, it’s just the way you both are. Besides, you usually liked how the arrangement worked.

You’d met him through your job. You worked with Giran as a courier of sorts. Sometimes you’d lug shipments back and forth, sometimes you’d make deliveries. It was one of these deliveries that introduced you to Tomura. He was quiet, sulking toward the back of the bar, but you’d managed to strike up a conversation with him as Compress double checked his requested items.

He was waspish, sharp. At first, you worried that your questions had only managed to pissed him off. But then, just as you started to chat with another guy in the bar, a snarky fellow, who was covered in some serious, serious burns, Tomura tugs your attention back to him with a pointed question.

“Can you tell Giran that you’re only one who’s permitted to transport the deliveries to the bar?”

That one query had started a landslide.

You were summoned to the hideout frequently, practically on the daily after that. Giran just shook his head and asked you not to fall too deep. You didn’t know what he meant then. Two months later you understood his meaning perfectly.

How could you not fall head over heels for this guy? Fuck, he was so desperate, so wanting, so fucking needy for you. God, you missed it now that you didn’t have it. After the Kamino incident, he’d called on you even more and you loved that you could help him. He honestly seemed, in his own, gruff way, appreciative.

But, then he’d said he needed to leave the city.

At first, your contact with each other had maintained some semblance of normalcy. You would text and he would reply. You could call and he would answer. Often, he sounded tired, strained, but every once in a while you could pull a laugh from him and all would feel right with the world.

Now?

Now nothing feels right and the only link you have to him is Dabi. He’s the only person in the League that’s responding to your emails or texts. Even Giran isn’t answering anything. That’s not normal either because Giran always, always answers. What the fuck is going on?

It’s starting to feel like you’ll never know. This is mainly due to the fact that Dabi is a shitty, shitty font of information. At first, you’d eagerly taken his calls and texts. In lieu of a tip, you asked him about this mission Tomura was on. He fed you vague, flippant, answers.

“Tch, this again? I already told you, they’re all fighting this giant. It’s some pet of the doctors.”

“And like I said the last, oh, I don’t know, twelve times, giant makes no sense to me. Can you expand on that a little bit? Like, what the hell does that mean? They’re fighting a fucking giant. Is that supposed to be some kinda bizarro hint? Cuz’ it sounds like you’re giving me shoddy information to get me off your back,” you snap, placing your foot on his box of requested medical kit supplies.

Dabi practically keeps you on standby now. The guy has gotten more aggressive in the last month, and the heavy price his fire quirk extorts on his body meant he needs a steady flow of burn cream, meds, stitches and pain relievers.

“Fuck, look, I don’t know how else to explain that fucker. I didn’t give a shit about boss man’s little mission to tame him, so the doctor and I worked out something else for me to do. I’m not around those guys right now, I’ve got other things I’m working on. Now give me my shit and get out of my face. Ask Toga about your little fuck buddy, I could give two shits about his well being.”

“Why follow him if you hate him so much?” God, this asshole is such a prick.

Dabi considers you for a long moment, his vibrant blue eyes lingering on your scowling face. “He’s a means to an end. I’m just here to see this society fall to its knees. Boss wants the same thing, so, for now, this arrangement works for both of us. Now, if I have to ask you to give me my fucking shit one more time, I’m gonna’ singe you where you stand.”

Sucking your teeth, you kick the box toward him and turn on your heel, slamming his door behind you. If he’s not going to be useful to you, why be useful to him? We’ll see how he likes it when you accidentally miss some of his shipment deadlines.

You pace out into the night, shrugging your jacket up on your shoulders. If they’re so far out, if they’re fighting something that sounds like an impossibility, why not ask you to bring them some supplies? Why haven’t they reached out to you?

As you wait for your train, you pull your phone from your pocket, your cold fingers resting against the glass. There’s a missed call from another contact, but no other notifications. You swipe over to your messages from Tomura. Your last text sits, still unopened, unread, uncared for, in his box. It’s not fair, you think, sliding your phone back and pressing your hands into the meager warmth of your pockets.

Tomura used to confide in you and you felt close to him. And not just in a physical sense. At first, the relationship between the two of you was just that, something that eased an itch. But you kept asking him things, liking the soft tone his voice could take on when he lost some of that anger.

Then, he started to wordlessly ask you to stay a little longer, his arms wrapping around your bare form, holding you against his warmth. It was nice. It was so, so satisfying and now it’s gone. Is this his way of moving on from you? You would have thought that he would have said something. He’s never struck you as someone who hides from a confrontation. So why the radio silence?

Another week passes and Dabi keeps calling. He’s practically got your entire schedule blacked out now with deliveries, upcoming shipments and transports. What. The. Fuck. It’s gotten so frustrating that you’ve started to waffle on picking up his calls, sending him straight to voicemail.

“What kinda courier leaves their fucking name on their voicemail? Stop ignoring my calls, (Y/N).”

Yeah, he’s a real charmer. At least he answers your messages though. It’s better than nothing, you keep telling yourself, trying to ignore the gnawing, munching feeling of bitterness that keeps rising. Yeah, Dabi’s gotten to be such a constant in your life that your phone keeps recommending him as a new favorite.

Would you like to add the contact: Dabi, to your favorites list? No, no you would not.

Then, suddenly, out of the blue, Dabi’s not answering you either. Your first, gut instinct, tells you that he’s likely annoyed with your spotty replies or he’s busy with...”Dabi things”. He’s always reminding you about the oh, so important “Dabi things”. ‘Don’t pester me with your shit, (Y/N). I’ve got something big I’m working on.’

But now? Fuck, now you’d kill to hear from him.

There’s absolutely nothing. No response from Toga, Compress, Spinner, Dabi and most important of all, Tomura.

He’d finally read your text. After two whole days had passed from the sent time stamp, he’d read it, and then opted to not respond. It stung. You can still feel that tightening emotion of dread, of abject hurt, that had radiated from your chest when you saw that he’d finally looked at your message and then just decided you weren’t worth his time.

Yeah, after seeing that, the last few days have been nothing but a full tilt boogie of emotions for you.

This must be a planned thing. Why else would they all coordinate their ghosting. He must have wanted to leave you behind and now, this distance has made it possible.

He’s been changing a lot lately.

Even before he left for this, whatever it was, he’d grown in confidence and skill. Fuck, he’d taken on a Yakuza boss and won. He’s becoming a leader, a competent force to be reckoned with. He doesn’t need you to bounce ideas off of anymore. A courier picked up at the start of his career isn’t a necessary piece to add to his collection.

Yeah, chances are, he’s moved on. He’s out of your reach now and you can’t help the thoughts that rise in the back of your mind. What if he’s found someone else? What if he just got bored with you? Did you put too much thought into this relationship? Well, that question has kinda answered itself. You put way too much into this. You had planned for things, hoped for…

Your phone rings and the noise startles you out of your head. You fumble for your vibrating device and lift the screen up before swiping to answer the call. Oh, it’s Toga. Fingers shaking, you lift the phone to your ear and are so happy to hear her babbling voice.

She tells you that she’s been meaning to call you, but, gosh, everything has gotten in the way. Plus, she took a bad hit in a fight. Oh, she’s ok, but it’s been a crazy week for her.

As she chatters about some random series of events that you can’t string together, you let out a long sigh. That coiling that’s been building in your stomach loosens and you’ve never been so relieved in your life. There’s still a chance. Maybe he hasn’t decided to leave you in the dust. Maybe...whoops, Toga asked you something.

“Deka City? No, I’ve never been there.”

“Oh good, well, I wouldn’t try and go now. Tomura sorta, mmm, crumbled it to bits.”

“What?”

“Oooh, and we’re part of a bigger group now…”

She tells you about something called Gigamantia and their new connections. Apparently, Tomura’s made another step up in the world. Now he’s leading something called Meta Liberation? What is that? It sounds kinda familiar, but where have you heard it?

Toga is winding down her conversation, her voice smoothing out. She promises she’ll answer your other texts soon and emails you a set of coordinates, saying they’ll see you there and clicks off.

You lower your phone to your lap, biting back the grin that won’t stop spreading across your face. Ok, so, maybe you’re not as abandoned as you thought. Maybe they, no, maybe he still needs you.

******

You found the building alright. It was impossible to miss. This place is massive, fit for an army. The security is tight, so tight that you’d even been screened by a guard at the door. Once they confirm that you are who you say you are, and you know who you say you know, you’re permitted entrance.

Who are all these people?

As you enter the “meeting room,” which is really a space that looks like a concert area, complete with a well lit stage, you’re pressed into the mass of bodies. There must be hundreds of people here and there’s some hulking creature, dozing in the corner.

Is this that giant Dabi mentioned? You totally thought he was making that shit up. And, wait, wait, is that a pro hero a few spaces away? What is this? Where is the League?

The overhead lights dim and your attention is drawn back to the sage. People are bustling around the elevated area and a plush chair is placed in the center. Looks like the show is about to start.

A loud, booming voice announces the arrival of a man called Redestro. He must be that long faced guy in the motorized chair and, oh, there he is.

He walks up slowly, it looks like he’s leaning on something, but you can’t see clearly. The crowd shifts around you and an inordinately tall man is blocking your view. Huffing out a sigh, you try to maneuver yourself to a better vantage place.

He’s seated now, his long legs spread out in front of him. Fuck, he looks both wonderful and terrible, at the same time. Wonderful because it’s Tomura, terrible because he’s covered in bandages and he’s got a brace on his leg. What happened to him?

Your eyes can’t stop roving over him, trying to drink in everything. He looks like he’s on edge, his fingers clutching at a small slip of paper, as his good leg jiggles against the chair. Why...ah, he’s being introduced. Wait. He’s being introduced as the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front? So...so all these people...this entire organization...is his to command?

He clears his throat and you hear his voice for the first time in months. He’s halting at first, but as he continues his speech his tone deepens, strengthens, losing that early hesitation. He sounds good, powerful and confident.

You tear your eyes away from him and give the crowd a quick glance. They’re enraptured. A few paces away you can hear people whispering to each other, their voices low, awed.

“He took down Redestro…”

“He’s so young.”

“He’s kinda...I don’t know...handsome.”

“You’re right, he looks regal.”

That coiling, trembling feeling is making a strong comeback. It’s an ugly return and it makes your flesh prickle and cool. He’s left you in the lurch for months and now he’s become some sort of leader, of an entire, what is this...a cult? An organization? An army? How the fuck, would you know? No one, least of all Tomura, has told you anything, about any of this.

When the address and introductions (the League had made a, uh, flashy entrance) are over, someone comes up and taps you on your shoulder. It’s another one of those security guards. She says you’ve been requested, the League wants to see you.

She takes you past the stage and down a long hallway. It’s quiet back here and the silence doesn’t soothe your frayed nerves. You’re pointed to a large set of doors and you bite your lip before pushing them open.

Another large room greets you. This one is filled with plush couches, elegantly carved tables and multiple chairs. There’s so much to look at, you don’t even see them at first. No, you hear him before you see him. He’s talking with a tall woman, who is writing down what he dictates, her pen moving rapidly across her paper.

Fuck, you’ve missed his voice.

It’s quiet now, a little hoarse from his speech and you want to step closer. He’s standing next to some large windows, his back turned to you. He hasn’t even noticed you. What were you thinking? He’s this...God, leader now. What are you? Just a nobody he met when he was still pounding the pavement, looking for anyone who could help their cause, their mission. There’s nothing for you here, he’s…

“(Y/N).”

Your eyes snap up to his. Tomura has turned, one arm braced heavily on his crutch, and is looking right at you. His eyes are hooded, dark, you can’t get a read on him from here. You want to step closer, but that sickening feeling is falling, like a stone, into your gut. Despite your turbulent emotions, you can’t stop staring at him.

The thick bandages are off and his hair is longer, the white strands hang close to his collarbone now, gleaming and pearlescent. He looks, damn, he looks tired and...what’s that? There’s something dark on his hand, it’s black and it covers three of his fingers. Why is he wearing that half glove, oh, oh no. It’s not a glove you realize, horrified, it's a prosthetic. He’s lost some of his fingers.

“It took you long enough, come here, (Y/N).”

His voice has dropped an octave, lingering in that distant tone that he would use when he dragged his lips across your neck, rumbling and murmuring against your skin. He knew that you liked that, he knew that it would make you so desperate for him, your hands pawing at his shoulders, pulling...

No. He’s ignored you for weeks, no, months. You’re not about to just fall to pieces at his feet, crawling and begging for him to want you. Your eyes latch onto his and you minutely shake your head at his request, fingers squeezing into your palms.

The woman, noting the tension that’s suddenly entered the room, looks between the two of you, and abruptly makes herself scarce, her heels tapping against the floor as she walks to the door. Once you hear it close behind her you unstick your mouth, your tongue heavy against your teeth.

“Who was that?” you ask, your voice croaking, thick with disuse. You can’t help the question. It tumbles from your mouth before you can stop it. You’d meant to ask him something else, but the query just, pops out, angry and trembling.

“I don’t know. One of Redestro’s cronies. Why-” His face scrunches abruptly and a wince of pain passes of his features. “Why does it matter?” He finishes, his hand gripping a little tighter against his cane.

“You didn’t have to send for me, you know. It looks like you’ve upgraded everything else, why not me too?”

A scowl echoes across his lips. “What-”

You won’t let him finish his question, you can’t stand it anymore. You also can’t seem to stop. All of the emotions, the anger, the betrayal, the fucking, God, jealous thoughts that you’d slip into, alone in your cold bed. No, you’re not going to back down.

“You didn’t call, you didn’t text, and when you did, finally, manage to remember that I exist, the texts were so far and few between...fuck, sending a letter would have been faster. The only link I had to you was Dabi-”

“What?” He snaps, repeating his question, his red eyes, flashing, gleaming, glaring. “What does he have to do with anything?” His face is set in a deep snarl, his scar lifting along his white teeth. His fingers coil into his crutch, one digit arched away, and he begins the long journey to where you’re stubbornly standing.

You watch him on bated breath. The sheer excitement of his renewed presence is making you shake. The warring feelings that are rising inside you are too much. It’s too much, it’s, oh...he’s right in front of you now.

“Answer me, (Y/N). What the fuck does Dabi have to do with anything?”

You gulp. Tomura has never, ever liked you interacting with Dabi. It was that first subtle flirtation between you and the flame user that had set Tomura off in the first place. He had barely given you a second glance that first time you met him, but once your attention wandered over to Dabi, suddenly he was all ears. That animosity grew as time wore on.

If anything, Dabi took advantage of it. He liked to press you, corner you, it was one of the many things you disliked about him. He was a selfish ass, only manipulating things for his own, twisted amusement.

It’s a low blow for you to land on Tomura, to play up his own jealousies, but turnabout is fair play, right?

“He’s the only person I could reach. You want to know who my phone keeps asking me to favorite now? Fucking Dabi. I kept asking him about you, about what was going on, but he never knew.

So, then I tried reaching out to you, directly. But then you decided to conveniently lose my fucking number, or something. You didn’t answer a single thing after that last text I sent you, what, two weeks ago? You didn't call. You didn’t even act like I exist, it-”

“I told you it would be a while.”

“Yeah, a while doesn’t typically mean two months. And how do you come back to me? With a broken leg and, fuck, three missing fingers? What is going on Tomura? You’re a different person now. Do you even want me anymore? You don’t have to ghost me. You could have just told me that you were moving onto bigger and better things.

Congratulations, by the way. You’re the leader of a cult. Now, you can cut off all those lousy loose ends, like me-”

“You’re jealous.”

His voice has dipped into that low octave again, rasping, deep, and oh, fuck. You sputter at his assessment, your hands clenching into your pants. You need something to tether you, to keep you from reaching for him. You’re angry, remember? He’s left you, all alone, so alone and...

He’s shifted to lean into you, the warmth of him rolling over you in waves. You can hear his breathing, if you move a little bit closer you could feel it, too. He knows what he’s doing. He’s used this tactic on you before. It’s very effective. His crutch taps him nearer. He’s practically flush against your heaving chest and your eyes flick up to his.

The red is dark, tempered, and that swirling agitation has left him. He looks…

No, no, he left you for months, he can’t look at you like that. You shake your head, your eyes wincing shut, blocking him from view.

“I’m not...I-I’m not jealous, I was just-”

“Come here, (Y/N). Don’t make me ask you again.”

His new, half prosthetic hand reaches for your neck and traces over your trembling throat, ghosting over you, forcing you to press toward him. Once he’s satisfied you’re not going to reject his touch, he lets the digits tap onto you, gently, slowly, like he’s coaxing you out of your temper. The contrast of cool metal and warm skin makes you gasp, your eyes fluttering open.

He’s curved over your lips, his white hair drifting softly around your face. Unthinkingly, unquestioningly, you reach for him. Your fingers lace into the silken tendrils and he lets a slow exhale wash over your face. His verdant eyes are so close. They’re fixated on yours, refusing to let you slip from his gaze again.

You can’t breathe. There’s something else you want to scold him for, but...but his lips are so close. His nose bumps against yours and you bite your lower lip. He’s so warm. He smells nice too. It’s a rich smell, earthy, thick with some enticing aroma that’s all him. It floods your senses and you’re downing, distracted and lost.

Tomura’s won this little stand-off because you reach for him first. Your fingertips urge him to you, one thumb dragging a familiar trail across the mole on his chin. His lips are chapped, rough, but oh, oh you’ve missed this.

He lets you lead him, your lips pressing and lifting, planting feather light caresses against him. Your tongue swipes across his lower lip and he groans. It’s a husky, broken sound and it makes you yank at his clothes. His new suit crumples under your hands. You’d almost feel bad, if he hadn’t been such a neglectful ass to you. You’re nipping at him now, your kisses losing that sweet vulnerability.

Tomura approves of this frantic pace and one arm cages against your back, lifting you closer and dragging you against his front. His crutch clatters to the floor, but neither of you have the wherewithal to care.

Besides, you think happily, you can be his crutch now.

He’s biting and sucking, his teeth drifting from your trembling lips and pressing into your pulse. One particularly hard nip has you arching into him, a gasping whimper on your lips. His tongue laves over the hurt, lulling the nip.

Your hips instinctually lean into the his and you moan when you feel the hardness that is waiting for you there. Tomura presses back, dipping his nose into the juncture of your shoulder, his lips distractedly kissing against your skin. Your fingers trace down his front again and one hand goes lower still, running along his pants until you find what you’re searching for.

He growls when you apply just the right amount of pressure and he’s pulling your lips back to his, demanding more. You’re skirting your other hand to the clasp of his belt when someone barges in the door.

Gasping, you start to pull away, trying to turn, but Tomura holds you to him, lifting his chin until it’s resting against your shoulder. He’s glaring out at whomever the fuck is standing in the doorway, but his fingertips are moving against you, pressing and soothing down your fevered skin.

“Hey boss- ah…” Dabi is brought up short by the sight that greets him and you can hear the sneer that he must have thrown Tomura’s way.

Tomura, for his part, is quiet, content to silently stare down the man who stupidly interrupted him. He turns his head a fraction of an inch, but it’s enough room for him to drag his rough lips against your neck. You quake at the stimulation and hear Dabi let out a barking laugh.

“Ew, well this is fucking disgusting. Looks like the two of you can go back to fucking normal, eh (Y/N)? You and boss man can bone and get all that pent up insecurity out of your-”

“Get the fuck out,” you and Tomura say in unison.

You hear another scoffing chuckle and then the door slams shut.

Notes: The Dabi bits miiiight be in there because I finally got my belated birthday present of his Banpresto figure in today ԅ(≖◡≖ԅ)

Tags: @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx, @yixxes, @ghstmthr, @evesmores

*I think that’s everyone for now. If you wanna be added to a list just drop me a line & I’ll get you on the Google Doc: Shigaraki works, Dabi works, Hawks works, BNHA works, All works...works, works. There’s likely more to come, but that’s what I got for now. k byeeee.

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