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five-rivers · 2 years

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When You Wake part 2

For Dannymay Day 4: Videotape.

“Alright,” said Tucker, jumping off the stepladder. “One video camera installed and ready to catch your freaky sleep disappearing act.”

Danny sat on his bed, and rubbed the sole of his right foot. “Do you really think it’ll work? I mean, it’ll only show me getting up and leaving, not why or where I go or anything.”

Tucker shrugged. “I don’t know, but if we can get you getting up on tape at least we can be sure you aren’t being kidnapped by ghosts. I understand that’s a big concern.”

“Ugh,” said Danny, collapsing back onto his bed. “Don’t talk about that as if it’s an actual possibility. I get enough of it from my parents.” It would be good to ‘rule it out,’ though. Maybe then they’d be able to start looking for the real problem.

Tucker’s lips twisted. “Yeah, haha. Sorry.” He sat down on the bed next to Danny, who promptly threw a pillow at him. “Hey! Show some respect, I’m helping you out here.”

“I knowwww,” said Danny, rolling onto his front.

Tucker patted him on the back. “Man, you know what would be great? If we could stick, like, a camera to you, too.”

“Don’t those exist?”

“Not that I can afford,” said Tucker.

“Mom and Dad paid for this camera.”

“Yeah, well, I have no idea what they think is reasonably priced. But it’d be great to figure out your blackouts in general, not just the sleepwalking thing.”

“I wish.”

Tucker was quiet for a long moment. Then he sighed with a note of… relief?

Danny looked up, but Tucker wasn’t doing anything odd, just looking at Danny’s ceiling with a slight frown on his face. “Is your ceiling different, by the way?”

“Oh,” said Danny, brightening and sitting back up. “Yeah. I kind of revamped my constellations! I wanted to make them more realistic, you know?” He shrugged. “It’s a work in progress.” He was pretty proud of it, even if it wasn’t perfect. It reflected the night sky much better like this.

“It looks pretty elaborate. You’re not doing this instead of sleeping, are you?”

Danny winced. “At first, I guess, but that didn’t help any, I’d still black out, so…”

Tucker put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a quick squeeze. “You’ll get through this, man.”

“Thanks,” said Danny. “And I can just pop the tape out?”

“Yeah. Here, there’s a remote. Just turn it on before you go to bed, okay?”

“Yeah.”

Danny stumbled back into his room and glared at the camera, its red recording light staring at him.

He limped over to his nightstand to dig the camera remote out of the avalanche of volunteer opportunity brochures and hit the button to pop out the tape, then realized that he didn’t have the stepladder, so he was too short to actually pull it out. There was no way he was jumping for it tonight. Something had happened to his leg. It felt bruised all up and down its length, as if a giant had grabbed and squeezed it.

Which was just great. A mysterious injury was definitely a thing he needed on top of everything else. Maybe it wasn’t the first mysterious injury, but it definitely hurt. He hated this. He hated this so much.

“Dad?” he called. “Can you come get the tape? I want to see what happened!”

It was like unleashing a stampede. When Jack burst into the room, it evolved that he’d brought the entire TV and the VCR with him.

“Um,” said Danny, as Jack set the TV down in the center of the room with a clunk.

“So you don’t have to do the stairs, Danno! We noticed you were having some trouble on the way up!”

“Oh, thanks,” said Danny.

Maddie followed while Jack was trying to plug the TV in, and sat down next to Danny on the bed.

“Can I see your leg?” she asked.

With a wince, Danny pulled the leg of his pajama pants up. Maddie frowned, the expression pulling on lines that Danny could swear she hadn’t had earlier this year, before his accident.

“Those are some bruises,” said Maddie. “But I think they are just bruises. We have some cream.” She held up a small tube.

“Store bought?”

“Yes, it came with the first-aid kit.”

“No added ectoplasm?”

“Not this tube,” said Maddie, with the grace to look embarrassed.

“Okay, then,” said Danny, reaching for it. She didn’t give it to him, but unscrewed the cap herself and started applying it. “Mom,” he said, not really complaining, but still.

“You aren’t hurt anywhere else, are you?”

“I don’t think so,” said Danny. “I’m just tired.”

“Alright!” exclaimed Jack. “Let’s find out what ghost keeps taking Danny.”

Danny rolled his eyes very deliberately. “Come on, give me the VCR remote. It’ll be hours before anything happens. I turned it on at like, nine.”

“I can do it, I can do it!” said Jack, who did indeed fast forward… straight into the part where Danny was gone and his bed empty.

It took a bit of finingling to get it only a few minutes before Danny left.

He leaned forward. Even if this was going to be an underwhelming example of him wandering around like a zombie until he made it out the door, it was still something.

Danny watched his image on the screen breathe in and out, smoothly, dead asleep, apparently unaware of anything about to happen. But then he shuddered, a full-body tremor, and went completely still.

Then, slowly, he sat up, turned and…

“What,” Danny whispered, his hand creeping up to his eyes. “What is that?”

“I knew it!” shouted Jack. “You were overshadowed, Danny-boy! This is great! We can fix this!”

“What? No, no, that has to be… It has to be a– a– I don’t know, a weird red eye effect.”

He knew it wasn’t.

“Danny,” said Maddie, gripping his shoulders. “Calm down. Breathe.”

“Those aren’t–”

The Danny on the screen vanished into thin air.

The next thing Danny knew, he was in the park and the sun was up.

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angelic-ish-phantom · 2 years

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Dannymay4

Videotape

- When his parents start actively shooting at him, Danny decides now is probably a good time to let them know he’s actually Phantom so that they’ll stop doing that

- Only they are still shooting at him and keep talking about dissecting him and ghosts in general so, like a coward and a clown, he takes the procrastinators route

- He decides that telling them through a recording will allow him to create the perfect iteration of confession

- He does the first with Tucker and Sam and all three of them are terrible at communicating the details

- (“…And I know you think I robbed those stores but—and stay with me on this—there was actually an evil ringmaster that mind controlled and kidnapped me into his crime circus-“)

- (“…If you think about it since you built the portal, it’s lowkey your fault he died-“)

- (“…He actually fights more ghost than you and his sure he’s failing all of his classes because of it but-“)

- (“Ghosts aren’t actually evil! It’s just that only criminals ever actually want to come through the portal. And I know the odds of that are low, but you’ve just got to trust me when I say 90% of the information you’ve put together through your entire lives studying ecto-sciences… is wrong. And that’s okay-“

- They shelf this method of telling his parents. Until Jazz finds out…

- (“I don’t need to have studied psychology to know that if this is the only way you feel you can safely tell our parents then your relationship with mom and dad isn’t okay!!!!”)

- Jazz tries to help him compose his explanation only to get derailed several times as she also learns the ludicrous explanations to half the shit that happens in Amity Park

- Sadder vibes, as Danny just got done TUE-ing, and tries to record a new confession for the first time in a whiiiile, only to immediately cut himself off, because surely things are good as they are now. He doesn’t want to loose his parents again, especially not because they chose to abandon him. He doesn’t want to risk that pain, especially knowing what it might turn him into.

- Some secrets are worth a little consistency right…?

- Fuck bad vibes; Danny opens the next recording immediately jumping into an explanation on why his parents now have an entire other child.

- (“So this is Dani—with an i—your new daughter and my twin although we’re… I’m gonna say 3 years apart??? Now I know what you’re thinking! We didn’t have a third kid! If u aren’t thinking that, I have questions, but you can just stop watching now. Gone? No? Okay so I got cloned-“)

- (“And that is how your other four sons died-“)

#I’m tired and shit to do so u get this instead of a fic #enjoy concept #danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #fanfic #fanfiction #fic premise really #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #dannymay 2022 #dannymay day 4 #dannymay videotape #videotape #day 4

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snedic · 2 years

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Dannymay Day 4 - Videotape

They caught something extraordinary that night...

Once again I'm tossing around the idea of Danny having ectoplasm like in Victorian era photos of mediums. This is supposed to be like the gang having a fun night messing around when they decide to have a seance, and something really connects with Danny...

#dannymay #danny phantom #dannymay day 4 #dannymay 2022 #dannymay2022 #art #my art #dannymay videotape

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kostektyw · 2 years

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Dannymay 2022 Day 4: videotape

#dannymay2022 #danny phantom #dannymay #danny fenton #dannymay 2022 #my draws #kostek original

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iamaghost-fearme · 2 years

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Found Footage

DannyMay 2022 Day 4: Videotape

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“Jack, where did you put the camcorder?” Maddie yelled down to her husband who was still packing weapons in the lab. She had the rest of their bags packed and ready to go for their weekend trip with the exception of the camcorder. Hopefully the older technology would help them pick up ghostly interference on their trip. They still struggled to collect evidence outside of Amity Park.

With no answer from Jack, she decided to continue her search upstairs. She’d already checked the lab and the living room. Maybe one of the kids borrowed it.

The door to Jazz’s door opened onto a tidy and organized room. Her bed was made and her desktop was neat and Maddie could quickly see that she didn’t have the camcorder. Danny’s room, on the other hand, was a mess. Piles of clothes littered the floor and bed covers trailed off the bed and across the room. The top of the desk and everything on it was obscured by loose papers and random writing utensils. A vaguely camcorder shaped lumped on the desk caught her attention. Maddie hesitated in the doorway. As a rule, she didn’t dig through her kids’ things, trust was important. If he’d left it out and easy to find, she wouldn’t feel quite so bad. Decision made, she carefully shifted the papers out of the way to reveal the camcorder and returned to the living room with it.

“Hey, you found it!” Jack exclaimed, emerging from the basement stairs with an overflowing bag of weapons.

“Yes, it was in Danny’s room.” She turned the camcorder over in her hands, searching for the cassette eject. The compartment popped open with a click and she pulled the tape out. “This tape is half-used. I can’t remember the last time we used this. What do you think it is?”

“Let’s watch it!” Sometimes her husband’s enthusiasm was more than she wanted to deal with when they were on a schedule.

“We really should get going. It’s a long drive and we -” she was cut off by Jack bounding over to the TV and firing up the old VCR.

The screen lit up, showing what looked like their lab floor. The image was shaky, like whoever was operating the camera was still getting it adjusted.

“What are you doing with that old piece of crap,” a voice asked from offscreen. “If you want to record this, we could just use my phone.”

“This is more official, it’s a video camera. Plus, haven’t you ever heard those stories about how ghosts show up on film?” a female voice argued. It almost sounded like Danny’s friends, but what would they be doing with their camcorder?

“Guys, can we just get to the training session? I still have math homework to finish.” That was Danny so the other voices must be Sam and Tucker. Those three were rarely apart, but what sort of training session could Danny be talking about?

The picture bounced around some more and finally came up to eye level. Danny was fixed in the center of the frame with their lab equipment pushed back against the walls. Behind him, the portal stood open, the swirling green abyss contrasting starkly with the shiny metal of the rest of the room. They never left the blast doors open so why would the kids be messing with the portal? It was a dangerous piece of equipment. Both Danny and Jazz had never been banned from the lab, but they’d always taken every opportunity to talk about lab safety with them, including how to safely handle their weapons and equipment.

“Ok, I’m good to go,” Sam said from behind the camera. The TV screen whited out as though a bright light was shone directly into the camera lens. “Yikes. The camera did not like that.”

“What happened?” The picture started to clear and a silhouette slowly solidified out of the white light. Where Maddie expected to see her son standing in their lab, she saw a sight that chilled her to her bones. Danny Phantom was standing in their house where only a moment before her Danny had been. None of the kids seemed concerned despite the obvious danger and the recording kept going.

“You kinda broke the picture for a minute. It’s clearing up though,” Sam reassured, no hint of fear in her voice. “Tucker, are you ready with the targets?”

“Why am I always the one that gets shot at?” Tucker whined.

“You aren’t getting shot at, you’re setting up the targets that get shot at. If you’re still in the way when we get started, that’s on you,” Sam shot back.

“Come on guys, we don’t have all day. My parents will be back before too long. They can’t chase the Box Ghost all day.”

Maddie could only stare at the screen, unable to process what exactly was happening. Phantom was obviously talking about them, it was their lab after all. But why call them his parents? And where was Danny? She hadn’t seen or heard him since the camera malfunction. She glanced at Jack to see him sitting in stunned silence, mouth agape. Before she could ask him what was wrong, the squeak of their unoiled front door broke their trance.

“Mom, Dad, I’m home.”

#dannymay2022 #videotape #maddie fenton #jack fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #danny fenton #danny phantom #implied reveal

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