(ShadowxAmy Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Pt10)
Shadow's brow furrows. "Perhaps…You mean like a metaphor?"
Amy practically beams, and Shadow has to work very hard not to accidentally crush the scone in his hand.
"Yeah! That's a good way to put it!" She laughs, "You always did have a way to put things succinctly. I'll have to remember your example for the next time someone asks me about this. Wouldn't want to slam them with a dissertation."
"You did a perfectly fine job with explaining it." Shadow focuses on the carpet, the drapes, the way the marmalade drips down and around the little lavender blossoms in the scone and sticks to his fingertips.
Anything to keep him from looking at her.
Amy clicks her tounge. "Yeah well, I know you."
"You know a lot of people."
"It's not the same," she says with a dramatic sigh. "Everyone's fine with stuff like tarot. They kinda look at that like a party trick. You start pulling out the weird herbs and powdered eggshells mixed with peppers and garlic salt though and people start thinking you're a wackjob."
Shadow couldn't help but look at her then, and he realizes too late he is making a face as she slaps his arm.
"Not to eat!" Amy's head rolls back as she laughs. "Oh Chaos, no!"
Shadow can't help but let a smile bleed across his face. "You've done stranger things."
"I'd hope not that strange!"
Shadow humms, and when Amy hits him again, her laughter becomes contagious.
"Would you just eat the thing and tell me what you think? I'm dying to know!"
He could continue to harass her, but her smile burned like a sunbeem, and her eyes were so wide and excited, alive like freshly unfurled leaves in a gentle shower.
There is no way possible to say no to that face, so he gives in.
The scone is crumbly, with a buttery, floral taste. The smell of lavender fills him from the inside. Then, the marmalade smooths everything over, citric and fresh and sweet.
Shadow sighs, nodding.
"You like it?" Amy leans in.
Shadow nods again, and Amy screams with joy. Her hands fly into the air, and her legs kick with glee as she laughs.
"Finally! I finally got it! Oh I've been working so hard- you can't imagine! Augh. And getting everything just so- it's hard mixing magic with baking! You can get the flavors right but not the spell, and then you get the spell right but everything tastes wrong! And this was so rough! I had never baked this before, and I didn't want to do a love spell, you know? I just wanted put some love into it, put my love into it, and- Shadow, why are you making that face? What is it?"
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Your Ancient History, Written In Wax
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Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasn’t even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.
No, it wasn’t Vlad. And it wasn’t Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didn’t have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and started hunting Danny down.
The battle was longer this time. He didn’t have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!
Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.
Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantom’s Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldn’t risk being left behind.
It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldn’t be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear he’d made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.
Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.
Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.
Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasn’t before, and it put everyone on edge.
Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.
Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.
He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.
Danny returned to Amity.
The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.
How was he supposed to fix this?
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In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.
Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?
Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. “Fuck! It’s today isn’t it? I forgot!”
“What’s today?” Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasn’t, and that he would be there soon.
“The arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.”
Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. “Bart,” he stressed. “What are you talking about?”
Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. “The first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,” he said anxiously. “They all protect the town of the original metas. They’re all here.”
“Here? Now??”
“Yeah? They weren’t before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.”
“I’m not following.”
“It’s okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.”
“WHAT?”
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> Check the door. You wouldn't want anyone barging in.
Taking care to sidestep the bigger chunks of crinkling bags littering the floor, you tiptoe your way to the door. Then, as silently as possible, you lay your hand over the door handle, holding your breath as you push it down waiting for the latch to click.
...It doesn't.
You push the door. You pull it. It doesn't move an inch.
Locked.
You breathe out a sigh of relief and step back. You can work with a locked room. You weren't exactly planning to make your escape from the front door, anyway. The sound of keys turning in the lock will grant you a precious advantage if worst truly comes to worst.
Knowing that you can ACT safely for now, you turn your attention back to the room.
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