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deadghosy · 2 months

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DUUUDE OMG as someone who had a HUGE creepypasta phase I'm obsessed with your hazbin hotel x creepypasta reader fics omggg

Anywaysss could I possibly request a Hazbin Hotel x Sally Williams reader? Completely platonic obviously :)

HAZBIN HOTEL X SALLY WILLIAMS! READER

prompt: a small child with a bloody body accidentally visits the hotel of a cartoon she only saw once

“BENNN! I wanna be in a cartoon..” you says whining to Ben as you grip your teddy bear. Ben rubs his chin thinking then smirks. “What kinda cartoon?” “One with friendship! Like My little pony.” You said with an adorable smile. “What about a better cartoon…” Ben said with a evil smile

And now you are now in the cartoon called Hazbin hotel as you just stood there sobbing at not seeing ponies. Where’s fluttershy? Where rarity? AND WHERE THE HELL IS TWILIGHT SPARKLE.

You must have caused a bad scene as Alastor had took your hand and brought you to the hotel for shelter. You told the “nice” man your friend made you come here making Alastor think you got killed by someone. But what’s a child like you doing here?…..

When the whole crew met you, they found you adorable but they were concerned on why a child, most likely a “human” child like you is in hell.

You have a room next to the next lesbian couple. After they cleaned you and having you wear shoes..which didn’t go well so they let you wear a new pair of white socks as you wore a cute pink dress.

Vaggie felt something about you was off. But she felt like heaven had not let you in. So she didn’t press any farther.

Angel gives you fat nuggets because he trusts you to look after him as he works. He never told you what he does for work but you enjoy keeping fat nuggets some company.

You dressed fat nuggets up as a pig princess. Angel found it cute and funny as he took a photo of it to remember the memory forever.

The most to baby you is definitely the Morningstars and Alastor a little bit. As Alastor felt to protect when he first seen you. He always tells you to smile at most to not let anyone see what’s underneath.

Alastor takes you on strolls at times. Even taking you to cannibal town where you can meet his dearest friend. Rosie, an overlord who takes on the cannibal town.

Rosie absolutely adores you! She called you sweetie pie all the time you visit her with Alastor.

I imagine you gave husk ponytails as he just grumbled drinking. He didn’t feel the need to scold you, you’re just a kid. Kids don’t know no better.

You and husk’s dynamic is “drunk uncle x pretty pink princess kid”

Husk hates to admit it but he likes your presence as you help him clean. Although he tries to tricks you to not clean the glasses so you won’t cut yourself.

Lucifer definitely tries to take care of you how he did for Charlie and it’s so wholesome as he would bring you ducks to your room that across of his.

He is such a overprotective father figure-

Angel and you have such cute fashion shows together as you both dress up like princesses💗

I headcannon that Charlie and Lucifer would spoil you rotten like getting you cute dresses or whatever you want as long as you are happy.

I can see that if it was your birthday, it’s as if Christmas and a birthday was combined as you get so much gifts😭

Niffty definitely teaches you how to clean as she always wanted to teach someone how to clean without ignoring her.

I can imagine you trying to contact Ben somehow as Ben is being interrogated back at the mansion as slenderman is chasing Ben with a pan demanding where you are at.

Sir Pentious lets you In on his machine shenanigans as you just smile with the egg boiz who hold your hands.

You showed your teddy bear to Lucifer who cooed at you as he made you a duck that had bear ears..you were weirded out at first but appreciated it. It was nice to get gifts! 💗

I headcannon you like greeting the residents in the hotel as they greet you back not excepting to se an actual human child in the hotel

I can see Angel dust having Velvette make cutesy outfits for you as he likes to see you as a little sister.

I can imagine you just doing that evil ass child laugh to scare the residents…you little ass menace

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pasparal · 6 months

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At the Nasser hospital in Khan Younis, Inas Abu Maamar embraces the lifeless body of her 5-year-old niece Saly, who was killed in an Israeli strike Taken on October 17, 2023 Photographer: Mohammed Salem

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lazyapperence9754 · 6 months

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all current existing AUs I’ve made

if curiosity gets to you, just ask about any of them.

Dark (gore, suicide, body horror, blood, violent themes, etc.) :❗️

Mild (Mixed) : 🌀

Happy (no dark themes) : 🔅

1 SillyKel!au ❗️

2 Supernatural!au ❗️

3 VeryBadEnding!au ❗️

4 TheTwoBirdsWhoFell!au ❗️

5 DogFight!au ❗️

6 SelfInsert!au 🌀

7 BurningStar!au ❗️

8 TheTwoOfUs!au ❗️

9 Drowner!au 🌀

10 Nuclear!au 🌀

11 Flower!au ❗️

12 Hikikio!au 🌀

13 Aquatic!au 🔅

14 OMORI’SPIZZA!au ❗️

15 HollowKnight!au 🌀

16 Mermate!au 🌀

17 Unidentified!au ❗️

18 Storybook!au ❗️

19 Disfigured!au ❗️

20 God!au 🌀

21 Apocalypse!au ❗️

22 TheStakesThatSpearHim!au ❗️

23 MagicalGirl!au ❗️

24 Religion!au ❗️

25 KelVerse!au ❗️

26 Omoverse!au ❗️

27 Hellmori!au ❗️

28 Alleyways!au ❗️

29 FaceStealer!au ❗️

30 Watcher!au ❗️

31 Runaway!au ❗️

32 MentalFacility!au ❗️

33 Pidgin!au 🌀

34 SomethingChanged!au 🌀

35 Caretaker!au ❗️

36 Ballistic!au ❗️

37 Winged!au 🔅

38 Animal!au 🔅

39 TheCursedLake!au ❗️

40 Doll!au ❗️

41 BlackSpaceTakeover!au ❗️

42 Experiment!au ❗️

43 Nymph!au 🌀

44 Cellar!au ❗️

45 Home!au ❗️

46 ColorTheory!au 🔅

47 BadHero!au ❗️

#omori #omori au #omori kel #omori aubrey #omori sunny #omori basil #omori hero #omori mari #tw injury #tw body horror #tw murder #tw drowning #car accident #dead kel #dead characters #dead child

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j-saying · 6 months

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For all of my non-jewish mutuals:

If you ask yourself why so many jews panic over what happened in Israel, just remember -

On Wednesday, 11 days after the massacre in Be'eri, the IDF found the corpse of a 5 years old boy, who hid in the attic. The house was burnt down.

(it's been 12, almost 13 days now - and they still work on identifying the deceased. They still find new bodies.)

#israel #palestine #hamas #gaza #i/p #i/p conflict #free gaza from hamas #hamas is isis #antisemitism #jumblr #horror #massacre at Be'eri #dead child

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spookley-daily · 6 months

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Love the new FNAF movie although the effects were kind of bad I mean look at that guy

#spookly the square pumpkin #spooky #spooky daily #halloween #horror #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf fanart #fnaf ruin #fnaf movie #markiplier #scary #officespace #animatronic #puppet master #dead child

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thecryptidart1st · 2 years

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FNAF in a nutshell:

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #mike schmidt #william afton #purple guy #the man behind the slaughter #dead child #*cackles*#meme

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blatantescapism · 8 months

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Ah yes, it’s that special day where once again I find myself wondering what the ever-living fuck Joe Finigan was thinking.

This is the story of how I utterly failed to have the appropriate emotional reaction to 9/11. Mind the trigger tags. I’d add more but I ran out. This story is insensitive by nature and I probably shouldn’t share it, but it’s also such a weird slice of American life that I kinda feel like I gotta.

So, context.

Columbine happened in 1999, when I was in 5th grade. Schools across the US started to be like, “hm, maybe it’s time to actually address this issue somehow.” Our elementary school brought in some random police officers to talk about it. Police who, if anything, had been trained in how to make kids more traumatized.

We didn’t have active shooter drills back then. They were just like, “Hey kids, I want you to imagine this fucked up scenario that I am vividly describing. What would you do if it happened to you? Do you have a Plan? Will you be able to stick to your Plan even while your classmates are screaming? You should think about it hard, in graphic detail, so that when the time comes you won’t hesitate to make Tough Choices. Breaking your leg because you jumped out a window is still better than being dead! Listen to this story of a girl who hid under a desk, but then the gunman found her and she couldn’t escape because there was no room to maneuver and so she was trapped and the gunman shot her while she bravely said her prayers, we have a weird creepy obsession with painting the victims as modern Christian martyrs and we totally invented the entire story but you won’t realize that for at least a decade. And remember: don’t run in a straight line, run in zigzags so that you’re harder to shoot.”

So yeah, that was 1999, we were 11 years old, and we took that shit very much to heart.

Two years later, it’s 2001. There have been 15 new US school shootings in that time. My sister and I are in middle school, it’s early in the school year but we’ve started to get into a normal rhythm,

Suddenly there is a totally unexpected blare on the intercom. It’s Principal Joe Finigan, he is about to make the most significant announcement of his career, and for some fucking reason he decides that THIS is the best thing to say:

“There has been a, uh, a terrible tragedy. Everyone should go home now. Uh, ask your parents what happened. As far as we know, we are not a target at this time.” Click.

We don’t have any other sources of information. The teachers aren’t telling us what’s going on, but some are crying.

Obviously there must have been a school shooting in town. But what the hell did he mean by “as far as we know, we are not a target at this time”? That makes it sound like the gunman is still at large. Is this a sniper situation? Is it even safe to walk home? Are we going to have to line up in the office and take turns using the school telephone to call our parents?

We cautiously head outside, and there’s a line of parents already out there waiting in their cars to pick their kids up. Oh shit, it must be bad. Was it the kindergarten? Or the Catholic prep school?

Our mom is upset. She says she doesn’t want to talk about it while driving. She’ll show us the news on the TV when we get home.

We get home and steel ourselves to face the news, fully expecting to see the names of close friends and neighbors listed among the dead.

So please imagine how appalled our dear mother is when we say, “Wait a minute- all this fuss is because some buildings are on fire in a completely different state?!”

“As far as we know, we are not a target at this time.”

Dear Joe Finigan. What the fuck made you say that. Please tell me, did you genuinely imagine terrorists being like

“At this time, our target is the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. But next, we shall target a mediocre school in a bland suburban town that nobody has ever heard of! Ohoho! Ah hah ha ha!”

Anyway, there’s something to be said about how after both events, the US response was, “You see, this is why we need more guns. We tooootally promise they’ll only be used to hurt Bad Guys! After all, we’re the Good Guys! USA! USA!”

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circusm0us3 · 2 months

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Poetry hasn't touched me in a while. But I thought I'd share this piece I found on facebook that feels like my experience lately

#free gaza #politics #gaza genocide #free palestine #dead child #dead children #palestine #poetry #social justice

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acepumpkinpatrick · 5 months

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Idk if y'all have noticed too, but kids faces when they're sleeping are so so so so similar to their faces when they're dead.

So everytime I see a video of dead Gazan children there's a small voice in my head that goes "maybe they're just sleeping? Maybe they're just asleep and they'll wake up soon?!" But they won't. They won't.

#cw death #death tw #dead child #palestine #free palestine #israel #gaza #genocide #israeli army #IDF #ישראל #children #sleepy baby #lgbtq #queer

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eastvillagetripster · 7 months

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Baby Mary's Grave

Grave marker for Mary Molian, who died August 26, 1852, aged 13 months, 12 days. "Remember me my Parents dear, I am not dead but sleeping here". St Mary's-St Peter's Church, 160 Broadway, Kingston NY.

#gravestone #churchyard #st mary's-st peter's church #kingston new york #dead child

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sailor-toni · 1 year

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I Think My Neighbor’s Dead Son is Trying to Talk to Me?

You can also read this on A03, FF.net, or Wattpad

Summary:

Wes Weston has just moved into Amity Park but there is something seriously wrong with the destroyed house next door to him. Espically at night when the wind passed through the rusted Fenton Works sign. (AU Full Ghost Danny) (Phicc Phight prompt fill for kalyke/aggressivelyclueless)

The cold summer’s air blasted itself at the nape of his neck, chilling him to the bone. It was a threat, or a command from above to stop, but Wes saw something in the old Fenton Works, and he had to know whose eyes he saw in the brief flashes of lighting.

It started last week, his father had gotten a news anchor job in a medium size city called Amity Park, which according to the aged and weathered sign, was a great place to live. Was it really that great if they had to both underline and italicize the word? To Wes the strangeness of the sign was a single for the dull dread that was to come from life in Amity Park.

It rained almost everyday in Amity Park, and when the sun decided to show itself the harsh winds kept everyone in jackets well past winter. The buildings were a mash up of white colonial paint with tall white columns, pointed Victorian roofs, and décor that looked like it belonged in the height of the eighties. All together it created a visual disaster of a town that seemed both lost in time and missing whatever soul it had once had. In short, Wes hated it here. He wanted to go back to Oklahoma where the sunset wasn’t obstructed by something every day, and back to where his friends were.

Worst of all was the house next to them. It was a three story townhouse with a second metal house (It was a large metal circular structure with satellite dishes and antennas on top, and random metal poles connecting it to the house below) on top, and a dead neon sign on the side that read Fenton Works. The whole building was abandoned and dilapidated with half the windows broken and the other half bored up.

And Wes didn’t believe in ghost, he thought the idea was stupid. The dead can’t come back and anyone who told you otherwise was trying to sell you something. But one day at school he heard some of the other students talking.

“So, Kwan are you in?” Dash, school bully, high school football star, and future used car salesman said.

“No way dude! I’m not about to spend my free night looking for Fenton’s Ghost,” Kwan, the only one on the football team who had enough smarts go to college, said.

“Aw, are you scared? Is the Kwan-ster scared of an old house?”

“I’m not scared. We just don’t know what those people were doing there. What if they left a science experiment out and it gives us all cancer?”

“You’re being ridiculous man, they probably took everything when they left.”

“You never know dude. I mean… their own son died because of what they were hiding in the basement. They probably didn’t want to carry that reminder with them when they left.”

“But doesn't that make you more curious to check it out? My Mom’s co-worker’s second cousin’s boyfriend said she saw strange lights in the house last halloween. Maybe the Fenton kid is still there as a ghost!”

“Well, you and the girls can go deal with that. I will be home with fresh food, a warm blanket, and the new COD game.”

Wes tuned the rest of their conversation out. Instead writing down what he had hearn in his notebook. He didn’t know someone had died there. He assumed it was some business that lost all their money or something. But that would explain why every night as he looked out his window he swore he felt someone staring back.

That night as the rainstorm turned nightmarish, he pushed his chair to the window in his room overlooking the old Fenton Works. If someone lived there he could have seen right into their bedroom. What kind of person lived there? He thought. Were they cool? Did they also like video editing and video games? Or were they like Dash and took sick pleasure in shoving peoples heads into the mystery meat specials. Wes was sure he could still smell it.

BOOM! Lighting passed between the houses, staining everything a blinding white. He ducked his head and shielded his eyes, but in the bright light there was someone across the alleyway, with neon green eyes watching him. No, observing him. No, they looked like they were trying to say something.

“Who…” The question sat on the tip of his tongue as the eyes faded into the clap of thunder.

A week later, Wes stood outside the Fenton Works on a gray cloudy evening, Dash and Kwan standing beside him. The muted tones of the sky turned the world around them into shades of muted gray and blues, except the sign on the front door. The orange No Trespassing sign stood out like a neon flame.

“Are you sure they are coming?” Kwan said. He looked nervous.

“Yes! Paulina and Star just passed the Nasty Burger, they should be here soon,” Dash said. “Hey Kid.”

“It’s Wes.”

“Yeah, whatever, are you sure you saw something here?”

“Yes, it was as clear as day, there was someone watching me with these neon green flashlight eyes,” Wes began.

“Well you better be right. If we don’t see anything I’ll pummel your ass to timbuktu and back. Got it?”

“Got it,” Wes said. He had only mentioned it to them because he didn’t want to go alone.

“Hey guys!” Paulina yelled. Her and Star ran up to meet them with a bag of goodies.

“What do you got babe?” Kwan said.

“My Mom used to go ghost hunting all the time with friends back in New York, so she let me borrow some of her stuff. We have an EVP, flashlights, motion dictators, and this radio the ghost can speak through,” Star said.

“A ghost is going to talk to us through that little thing?” Dask asked.

“Well, kind of, the ghost will flip through the radio stations and use whatever words are being broadcasted to speak to us. According to my Mom it can be a bit buggy at times.”

“I think it’s pretty cool,” Wes said.

“Thanks dude! I think it's amazing. I didn’t know she had all this stuff,” Star said.

“And what did you bring Paulina?” Kwan asked.

“My Mom made me bring a cross, a bottle of holy water, and a knife, just in case. God, she is so annoying,” Paulina pulled out a nine inch hunting knife as she said this.

“Holy Shit! Paulina’s packing!”

“Don’t shout it Kwan! Do you want to get the cops called on us?” Paulina shoved the knife back into her low rise jeans.

“Sorry.”

“On that note let’s get in there, Wes you go first,” Dash said.

“Me? Why me?”

“Cuz’, you saw the ghost first, now go before it tries to rain on us.” Dash pushed Wes forward.

The inside of the Fenton works was worse than the outside. A pipe had burst some time ago and the carpet smelled of sour mold. There were some lights from the windows but the rest of the home was dark. Their shoes squished on the carpet, and the standing water threatened to fill their shoes. Through the groans of disgust and fake puking the teenager found their way to the staircase. The downstairs had nothing in it besides a broken stove and a fridge that had been locked shut. Dash and Kwan tried to pull on it but the lock hadn’t rusted through yet.

The upstairs was picked clean as well. The fading sunlight showed spots on the wallpaper where pictures once hung proudly on display, but now there were brightly colored spots along the fading wall. Dash kicked open a door that was stuck and yelled for the rest. This room had everything, a bed, computer, desk, faded space posters, and action figures along the wall.

“Woah! Do you think this is his room?” Paulina asked.

“Whose room?” Star said.

“The Fenton’s son, I think his name was Danny? According to the news he was messing around in his parents lab and suffered a fatal accident,” Kwan said.

“And his parents left everything behind?” Wes said. He noticed a large window that looked directly into the building next door.

“Maybe it was too hard. I hear some parents won’t touch anything that belonged to their kids after they pass,” Paulina brushed the dust off the computer monitor.

“That is… understandable, but they didn’t even take his clothes with them. Apparently the kid wore briefs,” Dash was rummaging through the drawers.

“That’s fucked up, Danny didn’t deserve this,” Kwan said.

“Did you know him?” Wes said.

“Yeah, we were in the third grade together. I wasn’t really friends with him, he was friends with Tucker, the nerd kid. But he was nice. I remember he did his whole show and tell about space and what it took to become an astronaut,” Kwan said. “We didn’t share a fourth grade teacher, but the school had an assembly when he died.”

“That’s rough buddy,” Dash patted his friend on the back.

“It’s okay. I didn’t really know him too well, but I felt bad for his sister. She was in sixth grade and during the assembly all she did was cry.”

“I would too. That’s a lot for a kid to go through,” Star said. “But maybe you can talk to Danny one more time with the radio.” The radio turned on with a loud static noise, with garbled speech mixed in as the dial moved back and forth. “DANNY IF YOU ARE HERE PLEASE LET US KNOW!”

“Do you have to yell?” Paulina said. Wes could only hear her because he was standing next to her.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY PAULINA?”

“NOTHING!”

“OKAY!”

“DANNY IF YOU ARE STILL HERE, MAKE THE RADIO SAY YES!” Star yelled.

The radio flickered between a few channels “...zzzz…Now…Yes sir!...Home…”

“KWAN DID YOU HEAR THAT! DANNY IS HERE!”

“STAR THE RADIO IS TOO LOUD!”” Kwan yelled

“WHAT!”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD STAR!” Kwan grabbed the radio and turned down the volume. “Does it have to be that loud?”

“Yes, we have to make sure the ghost can hear it.”

“Star the ghost is dead, not deaf,” Dash said. “Here Wes grab the radio and let’s do it again.”

“Why me?”

“Because you saw the ghost, maybe it left some ghost trace on you that will make the radio work better.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works but whatever,” Wes took the radio from Kwan. “Hey Danny, are you here?”

The radio flickered, “zzz…YES sir you are getting …. Yes … hello…zzz”

“Omg did you hear it! He said yes! Quick, someone ask him another question!” Star began to jump with joy.

“Danny, how old are you?” Paulina asked.

“zzz…Now for the low price of nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine…zzz”

“Danny, how did you die?” Dash asked.

“zzz… Supernatural … GHOST! … Home … Man … zzz”

“What does that mean?” Dash said.

“I don’t know. Danny, can you try again, we don’t understand?” Paulina said.

“Zzz… Ghostly ghouls .. you are now entering … ghost! … Twilight Zone …”

“Did you guys understand that? Paulina said.

“Nope.”

“No.”

“Something about ghosts?”

“Nah. Try something else, like where did he die?” Wes said.

“Danny, where did you die?” Paulina asked the box once more.

“Zzz… deep down below … Dad’s workshop … she opened the basement door … AHHH! ..zzz”

“It sounds like it was in the basement?’ Wes said.

“I don’t wanna walk through that carpet again, it’s so gross.” Star said.

“You don't have much of a choice Star,” Dash said.

“Here Babe, I’ll carry you,” Kwan scooped her sup in his arms.

“Awww! Thank you Babe!”

Paulina looked to Dash. “What?” Dash said.

“Nothing,” Paulina rolled her eyes.

The basement smelled of rot and decay, and like Danny’s room it was filled with stuff. Parts of the room had a strange green glow to it. It wasn't bright enough to illuminate anything, but when Wes moved his flashlight he could see it was emitting some light.

“Okay Danny, what happened here?” Wes asked.

“Zzz.. Zone … just turn it on and … bright lights of the city … hole deep below…zzz”

“Did you turn one of your parents' experiments on?” Star asked, her arms wrapped around Kwan’s neck.

“Zzz.. yes.. Pain.. lights … AHHH!...zzz”

“Omg! Kwan did you hear that?”

“Yeah, poor Danny.”

“Danny, why haven’t you left yet?” Wes asked the box.

“Zzz … Mommy … Daddy … Jazz ha- … alone … zzz”

“Oh Danny,” Paulina sounded like she was about to start crying soon.

“Danny, your parents left. Why don’t you follow them?” Wes asked.

“Wes! You can’t just ask a ghost that?” Star said.

“Why not?”

“Ghosts are stuck where they die, Danny can’t leave.”

The radio box sprung to life once again, “zzz… no! … he’s stuck in quicksand … Mommy! …zzz”

“Well can we do anything?” Wes asked Star.

“We can help him pass on, usually you just have to find out what killed them or tell a relative some dark secret or something. My Mom was telling me that ghosts only stay behind when they have unfinished business.”

“Okay kid, what do you want?” Dash asked.

“Zzz… Mommy and Daddy … Jazz hands … Okay! Okay! Okay! … Love you! … zzz”

“Uhhh kid, we don't know where your parents are, can we do something else?” Dash said.

“Dash! Don’t be so mean,” Paulina shouted.

“What, it’s the truth, nobody knows where the Fentons moved to. Plus I heard that the Dad was thrown in prison for child endangerment anyways. We can’t bust him out of prison,”

The radio box flew out of Wes’s hands, the volume rising as the box did.

“zzz… Mommy! DADDY! MOMMY! DADDY! … zzz” Junk started flying around them, slamming against the walls and trying to slam against them.

“Oh shit! Run!” Dash shoved Wes out of the way and b-lined it to the door. Paulina grabbed Wes and they followed Kwan up the stairs. The floor rocking as they ran through the water and mold. Wes slammed the door shut behind them and kept running with the others into the night. He looked behind once to see a pair of eyes watching them.

#Full dead AU #dead child #Dead Danny #child Danny #Danny Phantom #Phic Phight 2022 #Fanfiction #fanfic #writing #Wes Weston #A listers #Dash Baxter #Kwan #Paulina #Star

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