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The Haunting of Danny Fenton

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Ship: ??Danny/Wally or Danny/Dick/Wally

CW: additional tags to be added, panic attacks/anxiety, self esteem issues, mild horror, mild body horror?

Danny Fenton was being haunted. Annoyingly, that wasn’t at all unusual. Danny was sadly used to being haunted. One could even claim, if one was being pedantic, that Danny haunted himself. Sure, since Danny had moved away from Amity Park and the mess his life had been there, the haunting were a lot less frequent, but they still happened from time to time. The thing was, is this haunting was different. Different in a way that made Danny worried about the ghost and their well-being.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Bad migraine day, but still needed words. I was dangerously enabled to start something new.

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The Haunting of Danny Fenton

Danny Fenton was being haunted.

Annoyingly, that wasn't at all unusual. Danny was sadly used to being haunted. One could even claim, if one was being pedantic, that Danny haunted himself.

Sure, since Danny had moved away from Amity Park and the mess his life had been there, the haunting were a lot less frequent, but they still happened from time to time. The thing was, is this haunting was different. Different in a way that made Danny worried about the ghost and their well-being.

Outside of Amity Park, the ghosts were always far less corporeal and sometimes would fade in and out of any notice (even to him) as their energy ebbed and flowed. This ghost though… this ghost was like an old timey TV, one of those ones that only got like six channels and was more static than picture. Danny couldn't hear them, touch them, or talk to them.

Danny wasn't even sure if they saw him most of the time.

It wasn't like anything Danny had seen before. It was scary. It was scary in a way that Danny wasn't used to being scared. He'd known for a decade what would happen to him when he died. This static, untethered ghost made that fate feel fragile in a way it never had.

As much as anything, Danny’s own fear made him want to find a way to help the ghost just so that he could have answers.

But Danny was out of the ghost game.

Mostly.

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The Haunting of Danny Fenton, p3

masterpost (cause apparently we need one now)

Unheeding of his words, the figure slowly filled out with the particles. It was a strong day, apparently. There was enough there for Danny to get as good of a sense about the person as he ever did.

They were humanoid. Tall and rather lanky, but with a strength to the slant of their shoulders and lines of their chest. Today there was even enough for Danny to tell that their hair was a short, swept up style. Their hands rested on the table, like they were really sitting there with Danny.

That was another thing: this ghost never floated.

“I can't help you,” Danny stressed again. He looked at where the figure's eyes would be, even though it made wrong and sick crawl up the back of Danny’s neck. “I don't know how. There has to be someone else you can go to.”

The figure tilted their head.

There wouldn't be, would there? This wasn't a problem just anyone could solve. What was the chances that even in San Francisco that there was someone else that could see this ghost.

It had to be him.

It had to be him and he was going to fail this ghost.

He didn't know enough and he couldn't… Couldn’t or wouldn't? Isn't that what it came down to? He couldn't find out how to help or he wouldn’t find out how to help?

Danny wasn't sure which it actually was. He wasn't sure if he could actually go to the Realms anymore.

He hadn't wanted to know.

Danny rubbed at his eyes, pushing his glasses up onto his forehead. Ancients what did he do?

The buzz of the static got louder. The hair on Danny's arms stood on end. Wrong wrong wrong!

Danny yanked his hands down just in time to see the fragmented fingers of the figure touch him.

And then all Danny saw was colors.

Bright, whirling colors.

White and yellow and red.

Someone was standing in front of him, gripping Danny’s arms so tightly he could feels his bones shift.

Pale skin dotted in freckles. Blue. Orange. Saying something—

Danny tumbled backwards. The chair crashed into the ground a moment before he did. His fingers crawled helplessly at the ground as he screamed.

It was so bright.

A whirl of colors.

Then blackness.

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The Haunting of Danny Fenton, bit 2

bit 1

If a ghost found him, he’d help them find a weak spot in the boundary to pass over to the Realms. If a ghost tried to mess with him, he’d make them go back to the Realms. But it wasn’t like it had been. The ghosts outside of Amity Park weren’t even able to scratch him. So yeah, he’d help a ghost if they needed it, but it wasn’t everything anymore. His life was his own again finally.

Not that it was anything special.

He was taking classes while he worked doing work for whatever the start up of the month was. He lived in what was a glorified closet (literally, he thought) of a small apartment with an ever changing cast of four other people. Well, three other. Penny was always living there (or “living” there if she had a new partner she was smitten with) but the other three changed more often than Danny even tried to keep track of anymore. But that was just San Francisco living.

The good news about it all was that San Francisco was weird enough that no one looked twice at Danny even when he was dealing with a ghost.

It was especially handy when his staticy friend was around.

“If I end up with seizures again because of you, I���m finding your estate and suing them for compensation,” Danny grumbled as the seat across from him started to shimmer with twitching particles of something. He didn’t have time for this, he had a quiz to finish. “I can’t help you, alright? I don’t know how to help you.”

(And didn’t Danny hate that.)

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...The Haunting of Danny Fenton could be them...

Missing the boys.

And by boys, I mean Danny/Dick/Wally.