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evilminji · 3 months

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You know what would be both Cool(tm) AND Pants Shittingly Terrifying? Eldritch Space Whale Danny!

Except NOT! Because he's not a whale! Just snoozing and Giganto-Fuck-Off HUGE!

Imagine it! Danny. Joint Custody Child of The Ancients Of Time And Space. Space is SALTY AF because their BITCH OF AN EX has used his FUCKING POWERS, AGAIN, to CHEAT. Clockwork how DARE YOU.

You knew he'd be our Son in advance!

YOU SNUCK IN AND STARTING BONDING WITH OUR CHILD BEHIND MY BACK!

YOU [REDACTED]!

Danny? Sitting off to the Side as a Sentient Everything and Nothing made of galaxies and starlight, howls expletives at their Ex, who is being... REALLY snippy back? WOW, Clockwork. I mean, JESUS, man. Danny's from "oh bless their heart" Nowhere, Midwest. And even HE thinks that last one was both backhanded and cold af.

......he should take notes. *continues to eat his popcorn*

Anyway! APPARENTLY, Space Parent has taken him in the divorce. With much huffing. Tucked under their arm Like The Football(tm). And honestly? This is kinda hilarious, so he's cool with it. Byyyyyy~ Clock Dad! See you on weekends~☆!

*Exasperated Time Noises*

It's pretty cool! He learns a lot. Learns he's probably? Gonna be SOME variation of Space Ghost. Might even take over Space's... well, EVERYTHING, should the unforeseeable occur. So obviously, gonna have to learn The Family Business, as it were!

Which?

UNSPEAKABLY HYPED, YES PLEASE.

SPACE AND STAR STUFF! HECK YEAH!

Unfortunately? Still a Halfa. Bleh, squishy need to eat and sleep. Why they get in the way of Hyperfixation? Why no more space dust? Nooooo, don't drag him away from the controls! He can still learn! Sleep is for quitters! Cowards! *whining in Give Me Back My Blorbos, You Monsters*

But, no. He apparently has to "take care of his body" and "not burn out". Eat "real food". A protein bar counts! He probably ate one of those! Give him back his STARS! He doesn't CARE if he sounds like a toddler! That's DIRECT ACCESS TO THE SECRETS OF SPACE ITSELF! He'll BITE, so HELP HIM-! *Is scruffed like a cranky infant being carried off to beddy bye*

Injustice! D:<

But, none the less, body's require sleep. He shovles down his food, washes up, and flops down in his bed. In the nice lil cozy "Safe For My Half Apprentice Who Is Also My Adopted Son" corner. He passes out in that corner. Starts to float, as he has done countless times before, when agitated before bed. Floats OUT of that corner.

That Safe Little Corner.

IN THE CENTER, THE BEATING HEART OF SPACE.

You know... the place ALL OF SPACE connects too. Where Universe Form and Die. The Grand Recycler. Dust to Dust, from the ashes of old, to the creation of new. Where PORTALS are randomly assigned. So that the Omniversal Ectoplasmic Levels may always be balanced at near to perfect levels, allowing free flow of Souls through the various Reincarnation cycles.

Space, of course, doesn't MANAGE the Ectoplasm itself. Nor the Souls! Different Ancient for THAT, but they DO manage the PORTALS. We live in a SYSTEM after all. Everyone has their "departments" as it were. So really, it's quiet... Danny? Honey? Awful quiet back there! You, uh, fallen asleep, Starlight?

*empty room*

(O.O)

*inhale* AAAAAAAAAAA-!!!!!!!

Meanwhile! He be Snoozin'! And Ghostin'! Ghost Snoozin'! Is extra comfy, cause he weightless and got not booooones~☆!

But! He? Is not a child anymore! Has learned to... for lack of a better term, Let Go. To finally ACCEPT his Death. His inhumanity. His Amortality. Death no longer holds him, can no longer let him go. He is... not immortal. He is disowned, by his own doing and his own choice, at his timeless moment of Ending.

When Life let go of his hand and Death kindly offered theirs, he did not take it.

And that's okay.

It took awhile. Talking to older ghosts. Most vague and vast, near formless. Because it's... it's scary. And it's all you know. All, really, you've EVER known. Inherent to your identity, even after you leave that part you behind.

You are "human". "Martian" or "Xy'xeruian", something else, and you never question it. Even when you've left behind everything ELSE. Your name, your eyes, your history and skin. Yet you fly around and pretend. Still alive, still human.

But is that YOU?

Or just the form you found your start in?

And like? It's okay if it IS! Sometimes, yeah, you ARE. You look down deep and find a "don't know what you were expecting, buddy" sign stapled to a mirror. But more often? It's that last hurdle. The final step in Letting Go.

Everyone mourns at their own pace.

And they are the ghosts of who they were.

It helped. Mourning for the kid he was. Who was fourteen and wanted to be an astronaut. Who died and will never have a grave. The longer he exsists, for he can't technically be called Alive, the more painfully young that child seems.

It was okay.

To cry for Danny Fenton.

Then? To let him go. Let his memory, be memory. And his Past be the grave that child rests in. Loved dearly and remembered, but no longer binding his soul.

He doesn't have to wear that face anymore.

No tributes to the Dead.

He got? Kinda... BIG. Like REALLY big. Spiraling, serpentine, cracking ice, and burning galaxies. Like a fourth dimensional dragon, of ice and stars, somehow forcing its way into a three dimensional space. Atop it all, between two vast, impossible horns? Made of glacial ice coating the warping hearts of black holes, who's shape themselves seem to shift in unknowable ways? There burns, like comet trails, with super novas, compressed to decorative gems beneath glittering morning frost, a Terrible Crown.

He? Thinks? He MIGHT have wings.

He can't tell.

Because APPARENTLY he's a fuckin tesseract! Oh, no, sorry. He might me a Zone DAMNED PENTERACT!!! Is THIS what he gets for hanging out with Clockwork all the time? He just liked the quiet! Now his "true form" is PHYSICALLY PAINFUL for most people to look at!

Clock Dad WHAT THE HELL?!

(You see, now, why Space broke up with him? An ASSHOLE)

So! Danny stays, usually at least, in his "Hi, yes, I am Normal Human Man" Ghost form. But NOW? Now it PINCHS. Because it's TOO SMALL. But hey, that's fine! It's not like he has an ingrained habit of transforming when super tired and stressed! To float sleep for Maximum Restfulness(tm).

Ha ha!

Why does that feel like foreshadowing?

BECAUSE IT IS!

Danny? Snoozing! Space? Has LOST THE BABY! Portals? Have done a Jood Gob in Portalling, something they are vaguely sure they are supposed to be doing! Yay them! They have no brain cells but still enjoy helping! They moved a thing! That's helpful right? Yay! Probably!

And on DC's planet Earth?

They? Just choked on their fuckin coffee. One moment? La dee daa~ oooh~ look! Stars! Deep space! Oh, hiiii~ Watchtower! The NEXT? *every alarm in the building starts LOSING ITS SHIT* Giant World OBLITERATING SHAPE completely takes up the screen.

From near PLUTO.

There are NO WORDS TO DISCRIBE HOW FUCK OFF BIG THIS THING IS, MR. PRESIDENT. It will eat our nukes and LAUGH. Call! EVERYBODY!!!

Obviously? Superman. I mean really, OF COURSE Superman. Frankly, all the Supers. Because we would like to KEEP having a planet, thanks. Only? The more reports that come in? The more everyone is getting "oh fuck. This is a Workd Eater" vibes.

A massive, massive, Sleeping Titan of a Planet Destroying World Eater.

That MIGHT BE MAGIC.

*highly stressed Everyone noises*

And WORSE? Superman? Can't TOUCH it! Oh sure, at FIRST he could! But then he apparently pushed too hard in just one spot! And it felt POKED AT. So now, after flicking superman HALFWAY BACK TO EARTH to make him stop? No one can physically touch it!

But! There is hope!

Because? The creature is GREEN. Bright, luminous, Lantern Green! And Earth's Lanterns have already sent for back up. Combined? The were able to move a... hand? Paw? Something. But! With the combine forces of several nearby sectors of Lanterns? They promise the power to either relocate the creature or at least hold it in orbit until FURTHER forces can be deployed!

They refuse to harm the creature until it proves actively hostile, as it could have been seeking a place to nap and chosen one inconvenient to established planetary life. Frankly? Earth doesn't CARE where you relocate the giant Eldritch Space Dragon. Just NOT IN OUR BACKYARD, PLEASE.

....YES WE ARE SURE! We don't CARE if the scientific community of our planet is begging you to set up an area for them to place an "observation satellite"! No giant Eldritch Space Dragons in our solar system! It might WAKE UP!

Naturally, about half way THROUGH this Highly Delicate Operation?

Danny Wakes Up.

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radiance1 · 4 months

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I’ve been thinking about this a lot and basically Danny is Beelzebub from Hellva boss with his own casino performs and the entrance defies reality and all his ghost rouges come in and go as they please and some humans and or mortals stumble in and think it’s just some place where metas party their fucking asses off which wouldn’t be that bad if this wasn’t FUCKING GOTHAM. Danny doesn’t know how they got in Gotham but they just want to party but unfortunately for him the bats hear a rumor some meta trafficking ring has been planning a big raid on a certain casino that’s new ish and they have to stop it so they go in disguise and they get to witness Danny and his rouges beat the every loving snot out of some traffickers

maybe Danny is a clone, maybes he’s reincarnated, maybe he lost a bet, maybe he moved to Gotham for fun, maybe he got tossed across the universe into Gotham

who knows certainly not Danny

Hmm.

I have zero clue if I want Danny to look somewhat like Beelzebub or not, but we won't be dwelling on that right now.

How Danny got to Gotham? I got zero blood clue, but he's there and is about to party.

Maybe this could even be set after TUE bad ending, where the explosion wasn't reversed, and he parties to forget the pain and just focus on the good vibes. Maybe stops using his human form, using his ghost form more and it subtly changing without him noticing into a different form or something due to his habits.

Maybe that some of his ghost form's new features leak over to his human form.

Anyways.

Maybe the casino isn't even in Gotham, like physically. Instead, it's the doors leading into the casino that're in Gotham City, and stepping through him just yoinks them into Danny's Dimension and into his casino.

So, Danny's casino is located smack dab in his own dimension, but somehow the doors pop up in Gotham for whatever reason and a few residents stumble through and see Danny and his rogues (who didn't want to kick a pup while he's down and indulges him) partying up to the high heavens and the lowest hells.

You could even say that, like Beelzebub, Danny is eating up all of the good vibes that comes from other people while partying. How and why does Danny own a casino?

Vlad.

Vlad is indulging him because they both lost something that day, and then Danny was placed into his care, and they were both two disturbed to really continue their entire good vs evil thing and they kinda just, chilled out with each other. Danny asks for a casino one day on a whim, Vlad indulges him, then Danny starts partying up to get away from his own grief while Vlad buries himself in work to avoid his.

So, when the meta trafficking ring tries to capture everyone at the casino and the bats are there to stop them. Every rogue there silently agree to beat them up because one, they have dignity as ghosts and can't just let themselves be captured by humans.

Two, this is the playground of Danny and one of the few things people unanimously agree to never fight in (one of the others is the Christmas truce).

Three, this place is also owned by Vlad Masters. If the man is anything like how he was before the whole kicked pup thing (everyone thinks this applies to both Danny and Vlad) then they don't really want to tick him off and they're basically doing these humans a favor anyways.

Anything they could do to them physically; Vlad could do worse to them in the human world.

The batfamily sees this, and decides that nobody here actually needs their help and can take care of themselves. But also, given the track record of metas becoming rogues in this city, they can't just leave it alone either.

They would make a file about them at the most for the case they decide to run rampant through the city. But they'll leave them alone for the most part.

(Danny doesn't know who or what Batman is, as he doesn't exist in their dimension, yes even the comics don't exist. Neither does the batfamily know Danny Phantom, because he doesn't exist in their universe either.)

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arzuera · 1 year

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Danny thought his most bizarre experience is being summoned by cultists as the Ghost King. Turns out his current predicament beats it by flying colors as he is currently bound as sacrifice for his own summoning circle.

He knew that his luck was bad but he didn’t think that it would be THIS bad. Dozens of cultists circled the raised ritual table and he was beginning to wonder if there would be an opportunity to free himself or not. Was it possible to die in his own summoning circle? Or would it just create some sort of endless paradox of life and death as he arose in his ghost form only to be sacrificed in his human one? This was something that had never been encountered before. There was no one to ask. Clockwork might know the outcome but unless it horrendously affected the time stream, odds are the ancient wasn’t going to interfere. So that left Danny with only one option. He had to get out of this himself.

But how was he going to do that without outing his alternate identity?

Just as he was pondering on using some of his ghostliness to freeze everyone in place, there was a loud explosion that shook the entire room. Several of the cultists scattered but the core ones remained in their spots so that the ritual wasn’t broken. The circle had begun to glow an ominous green as the ritual began to enter its beginning stages. Shouts and flashing lights followed as the newcomers stormed their way up the stairs toward the summoning. Danny sighed to himself in relief.

Maybe he wouldn’t have to do anything after all.

“Alright, you bloody show ponies. Step away from the circle and no one gets… Oh, bloody hell.” A familiar blonde man in a trench coat knocked anyone who tried to stop him out of his way. Only to stop when he saw the circle and the sacrifice who rested upon it. “Don’t you think this is a bit much? If you wanted to get my attention you have my fucking cellphone number for Christ's sake.”

Danny gave the man a wicked grin. His eyes lit up at the newest arrival. “But you know I have a flair for the dramatics, Constantine. Someone has to shake things up once in a while.” This was too good. The halfa flopped his head back against the table and wiggled in his restraints. “Please, save me! I am just a poor innocent young lad about to have his life cut short too soon to bring upon the end of the world.”

Constantine rolled his eyes at the theatrics. “Only one of those things is true and here I was calling these guys the show ponies. Hang on, your majesty. I’ll get you out in a minute.”

“Your majesty?” One of the cultists in the circle looked at the magician as he spoke. Only to be blasted off the circle by a fireball.

“Yep. I was told someone was trying to do something stupid and when I get here I find that they are trying to sacrifice someone stupid.” The magician sent several more of the cultists sprawling out of their positions with the lights of the summoning circle began to dim. “How did this even happen?!”

Danny hummed to himself as lights of magic flashed around him with the screams of cultists following soon after. “Well, it’s kind of a funny story actually. You see I was on a field trip to one of those ancient catacombs… you know… the ones where they have the bodies in the mass graves under the city?”

Another cultist was knocked out of place and the circle’s power diminished further. “Yeah, the Catacombs de Paris? Didn’t know that they did field trips to places like that.” Constantine walked up to Danny and waved his hand over the restraints. The ropes loosened and the teen sat up rubbing the spots where the skin was rubbed raw.

“Yeah, that place! And what did you expect from a school trip for Amity Park students? Our town is literally a portal to hell at this point. Why not see what other creepy places have to offer? We gotta broaden our horizons somehow.” Danny said and wiggled his toes. He ducked his head when a cultist went to grab him and Constantine sent another fireball sending them flying.

“Okay, and how does that lead you to become a sacrifice for your own circle?” Constantine asked once the last cultist was no longer within earshot. He grabbed the kid and started chanting a teleportation spell to get them to a nearby safe haven.

Danny allowed himself to rag doll in the adult's grip with a chuckle. “Oh! Well, apparently I give off a massive death aura when I come into contact with sites that contain a lot of death and tragedy. Some of the culty guys here were able to pick up on that and long story short… I’m posing pretty for you on a cool Gothic table.”

With a brilliant flash of light, the two were transported to the roof of a nearby hotel. Constantine released the boy, who fell to the ground with an ‘uff’, to pull out a cigarette and take a long drag from it. “Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if they had succeeded?”

“Honestly? No. In all of the Infinite Realm's history, there has never been a halfa as king. So there has never been an instance of mistaken identity like this before. However, thanks for the save. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of that without revealing who I was and it’s not like I could kill them.” Danny gave a small smile as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. That was a lie. He could kill them easily. But that was a line that he wouldn’t cross if he couldn’t help it.

Constantine remained quiet for a moment. Just allowing himself to finish his cigarette before speaking again. “So do you need me to bring you back to your class or…?”

“Oh no! No no! I don’t think the teachers even noticed I’m gone. So I’ll just pop back into my hotel room.” Twin rings of light washed over Danny as he spoke and he gave the magician a bright smile. “And don’t worry, now that I know this can happen, I’ll have a plan to escape for next time. C’ya later, Constantine!” Turning invisible, Phantom flew off using the GPS in his phone to take him back to his hotel.

Sam and Tuck were going to be so mad about this.

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nerdpoe · 1 year

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WELL, isn't this a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation. Part 2, electric boogaloo.

Part one, AO3

They smiled as they carefully, delicately, pinned another picture on their wall.

It had been full of Him, originally. The one. The only. The forever companion, even if He didn't know it yet.

It felt almost sacrilegious to add another face to the wall. It was His wall, no one elses.

The muttered a soft apology and gently caressed a picture of His face, shooting an annoyed glare at the interloper.

The Ghost Boy.

How dare he make them desecrate His wall, forcing them to find out who the little twerp was.

Who was it?

Which of their victims had come back?

Did he not remember their face?

Why hadn't he called them out?

Their eyes narrowed as they gently lifted their finger from one of the many photos of Him, their beloved, in favor of stabbing another wall-tac through Phantom's photo.

Taking a deep breath, they calmed themselves down.

It wasn't a big deal.

It really wasn't.

If they'd killed whoever he was before, they just had to do it again.

Just as soon as they got rid of the traitor who didn't protect their perfect hiding spot.

~~~~~~

Danny felt a shiver crawl down his back, but ignored it in favor of arguing with the weird British twink.

"Look dude, I dunno what to tell you," he said, for the millionth time, "the Well just has a lot of non-sapient ghost blobs that are good for a snack. I was asked what I do in my spare time and the cops were closing in, okay?"

The twink made what sounded like an internal scream, smothering himself with his own hands.

Then he straightened out.

"Okay. Alright, let's assume you're telling the truth. Are there any ghosts who came from those corpses?"

Danny shrugged, still feeling incredibly creeped out that he was eating murdered victim's ambient despair.

"I could look?"

The sad British man froze and stared at him.

And kept staring at him.

Danny was beginning to get concerned.

"Wait who are you, anyways?" The ghost boy finally remembered to ask.

"I don't know, could you look for the murder victims and ask them to point out their killer?!" The man exploded instead, hands wildly gesturing at their surroundings, "Maybe, I don't know, make everyone's jobs easier!"

Danny puffed up, an annoyed hiss leaving his mouth before he could stop it.

"Gee, wow, Mr. Twink Man, that's a great idea! Let's ask like all the ghost in the town the one question guaranteed to make them snap and try to kill me! Permanently!"

The man reared back as if slapped.

"I'm not a bloody twink! How dare you, I'm a bear if anything!"

Danny's laughter ended up drawing the GIW down on them.

~~~~~~

Vlad was waiting in Danny's room in human form when Danny came home.

"I hope you're happy, little badger; now the town thinks I'm a serial killer."

Danny fixed him with the most dead-eyed stare he could, backpack thumping onto the floor at his feet.

"Thrilled. Get out."

"I shan't."

"I will tell dad you're here; that way you two can reminisce all about the old times."

Vlad shifted uncomfortably.

Danny's eyes narrowed.

"No way. Did you...did you sneak into an underage boy's bedroom?"

Vlad let out a deep, reverberating snarl; flashing his fangs and briefly losing control over his eye color.

The teen froze, waiting for the rage to blow over.

It did, after a few seconds.

"Your father turned me away at the door," Vlad sniffed once he'd pulled himself together, "apparently he believes that I might be guilty as well."

Danny stared at him in awe.

His godfather stiffened.

"What?"

"So if I tell my dad I can watch him beat the shit out of you as a human?"

"Langua-get down!"

Danny felt the wind get knocked out of him as the full weight of a grownass man rammed into him and threw him to the floor.

The glass in the window shattered not even one second later, an ectoshot blowing a softball sized hole in the wall.

Vlad kept him down, kept him covered, and kept Danny tucked between the wall and himself.

Danny, however, wasn't having it.

Whatever weird psychological bullshit Vlad was pulling wasn't going to fool him.

He kneed the older man in the groin and, with him fully distracted, shoved him off in one giant heave.

"You ungrateful-!"

"Fifteen murder slash kidnapping attempts and counting, old man; you don't get to pretend you're a hero."

Danny, frowned, looking out the window and catching the tell-tale flicker of someone leaving the roof of a building a block away.

"But I'm also thinking you're not technically a killer," he turned slightly, ignoring Vlad on the ground, and looked at the hole to take in the exact trajectory of the shot, "And I think that you may have pissed off the real one."

~~~~~~

Bruce stared at the report on the Batcomputer, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

There was no Ghost Investigation Ward.

There never had been.

There were no Anti-Ecto Acts.

There had been an attempt, but it hadn't made it far.

They were well funded, armed, knowledgeable, and violent.

There were evidence of crimes against normal citizens that had been brushed under the rug, and those that could not simply be brushed aside were paid off.

The paper trail was scattered; it went from nonprofit to nonprofit to a personalized business account specifically for the Ghost Investigation Ward, but the account was from a Swiss business account and it wasn't a government type of account, just a business.

Tracing the paper trail back even further just lead to dead ends.

Searching faces, however?

These people had histories. Bad ones.

And quite a few linked back to one massive business.

He sighed and breathed through his nose.

He had to call Clark and let him know.

He stood up and walked away, vacating the chair for the Super he knew would want to see for himself.

On the screen, the brand logo for LexCorp glowed, bright and proud.

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fishbrain-glubglub · 7 months

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The fight was going on forever, and Danny was exhausted.

Plasmius had appeared in Amity Park, flaunting some evil plan or whatever. Danny had honestly stopped paying attention after the fourth "Little Badger" and was just trying to figure out a way to escape so he could not study for his upcoming Biology exam and maybe catch more than five hours of sleep in a night.

At least the "not studying" part seemed to be going well for him.

"Honestly, Daniel, I expected more from you." The vampire-imitator blasted a pink ecto-ray at the boy, who didn't have the energy to dodge, and was sent sprawling onto the nearest rooftop, oozing ectoplasm from various cuts across his body. His healing factor was slowed due to lack of rest, and his body was utilizing more of his ecto-energy to just stay in his ghost-form, let alone try and counter-attack. If it wasn't for the fact it was a weekday, Danny would've put more effort into fighting back so he could spend the next day resting.

"Sorry to disappoint, Vlad." Danny rose slowly to his feet, hoping he wasn't shaking. "Not everyone can lounge around in an oversized mansion making thousands of dollars by just breathing."

"Oh, but you could, my boy. All you have to do is-"

"Renounce my father and become your loyal son, blah blah blah." Danny rolled his eyes and held his still bleeding side, praying to keep his ghost form long enough to escape. "You're so predictable. Is there anything you think about that isn't pining over my mom and bribing my loyalty? Get a cat or something."

Plasmius growled and sent another blast to the boy, knocking him back to the ground. Coughing up what felt like three lungs, Danny looked up at the looming fruit loop and shuttered before his ghost form finally dissipated. Ectoplasm transformed into blood and began staining his normal clothes before he was picked up by the back of his shirt. As Danny was turned to face Plasmius, he noticed the frown on the halfa's face.

"What," growled Danny, baring teeth slightly bloodied from his nose. "Was my beating not satisfying enough for you?"

Instead of replying, Vlad set Danny on his shaky feet, stabilizing the boy by holding him under his arms. Settling himself next to Danny, Vlad transformed back to his human form, the frown never leaving his face.

"Oh, now are you going to prove your superiority by beating me in human form?"

Vlad's grip tightened around Danny, digging his fingers into the boy's side, tensing the wraps around his chest Danny had forgotten about.

Oh shit.

"Care to explain, Daniel, what these are?" The man dug his fingers into the wrap again, causing Danny to wince.

"None of your business, Candy Pants." he bit out.

Vlad hummed before narrowing his eyes. "Despite what your naive young mind believes, I do care about your well being."

"You have a wonderful way of showing it."

"And because I care," Vlad continued. "I must insist that if you are to be binding, you are to do it properly and only for the maximum allotted hours for your safety."

Danny's blood ran cold as his entire body stiffened. There was no way that Vlad, after a single interaction, knew what the wraps around Danny's chest were for. "I don't know what your talking about."

"Oh please, dear boy, spare me your pathetic excuses. I know improper chest binding when I see it." Vlad had begun to guide Danny to the edge of the roof, glancing around to check for bystanders before turning the duo invisible and floating them down to the alley below before they emerged onto the sidewalk. "I might be old, but I am not oblivious."

Panic started to settle deep within Danny's core as Vlad led him down the street. The man seemed to be busy on his phone, typing away, probably doing boring rich people things Danny was too poor to care about. He didn't even think he had enough energy to phase out of Vlad's grip or even run down the street without collapsing. He could only hope that Vlad would take pity on him and leave him on a corner so he could crawl his way back home and get many three hours of sleep before starting his day over again with a new set of bruises.

To his surprise, waiting at the corner was a limo with the driver holding open the back door like in the movies. Danny glanced up at Vlad, but the man was still engrossed in his phone, barely sparing a glance at the driver as he dragged the boy into the back, signaling to the driver to start driving.

"I would say I'm surprised at the kidnapping," Danny snarked, trying not to get too comfortable in the admittedly luxurious seats while also trying to push down his rising panic. "but you've already tried to kill me on multiple occasions, so I'll just wait until we get to the torture chamber I'm sure you have hidden in your basement."

Vlad let out a sigh, still not looking away from his phone. "Relax, Daniel."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one being kidnapped." He wrapped his arms tightly against his aching chest as Vlad sent him a short glare, flashing red eyes before returning to his phone.

Seriously, what was going on?

He must have nodded off without realizing it, because when he opened his eyes, the neon sign of Fenton Works was shining through the window. Vlad, no longer on his phone, seemed to be patiently waiting for Danny to rise from his much needed slumber.

"Take a photo, it'll last longer."

Vlad only rolled his eyes before exiting the limo. He motioned for Danny to follow, tapping his foot impatiently on the pavement.

After sliding out of the back, Vlad placed a surprisingly gentle hand on his back before guiding him up the steps to the front door.

Before he could slip inside and collapse on his bed for the foreseeable future (until his alarm went of in the morning), Vlad's hand shifted to his shoulder, squeezing for a moment before turning the boy to face him. There was a glimmer of something different in the older man's eye than Danny hadn't seen before. The only word his sleep deprived brain could conjure up was sympathetic. But that couldn't be true. This was Vlad after all.

"If there ever is a time where you need anything..." The man's eyes glanced down to the hidden bindings for a moment before looking back to Danny. "specific your parents might not be aware enough to fund, I am willing to support those endeavors."

Danny narrowed his eyes. "What game are you playing at, Plasmius?"

"No games, dear boy." Vlad patted his shoulder before withdrawing his hand completely. "As I have stated, I care for your well being. Despite our differences, we are more alike than you think. I have a certain understanding that others might be unable to comprehend."

Danny's sleepy brain tried to read between the lines, but he had clearly spent too much energy just trying to stand up straight. Vlad noticed, huffing out a laugh to himself before turning back to his limo.

"Wait!"

Vlad turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"You're not gonna..." Danny licked his lips. "You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?"

That weird glimmer returned to the fruit loop's eyes. "It's not my place, Little Badger. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I went around 'exposing' your secret."

Danny frowned. "Why?"

Vlad flashed his perfect human teeth. "You'll understand soon enough. Rest well, son" He turned back around and reentered the back of the limo, riding away from a bewildered Danny.

Shaking his head, Danny entered his home, surprised at the lack of parents hovering at the door demanding why he was past curfew. Not wanting to press his luck, he rushed upstairs to his room, shutting the door quietly and ready to sleep until he was 20.

Before he could collapse into bed, however, he noticed the decently sized package waiting for him. It was in a plain black bag, no decals, no logos, nothing. Curious, Danny looked in the bag.

He gasped.

Inside was a stack of skin-colored binders. Proper binders from those websites Danny browsed every so often, unsure on how to ask his parents to buy one. Despite the risks, he had opted to just use ace bandages knowing the abundance they had due to the injuries of ghost fighting. My chest isn't that big. He would reason with himself. I'll be fine for a few hours.

It was never just a few hours, though. As long as Danny existed outside his room or the comfort of Sam or Tucker's room, the bandages were there, squeezing his chest to create the illusion that created enough serotonin to get through the day. Sure, he bound longer than he should, but he was already dead, right? What was the harm?

There was a note at the bottom of the bag, somehow written in familiar snobby fruit-loopy handwriting.

Daniel, I pray that you only use those horrid bandages for their intended purpose from now on. This bag should contain enough garments to last you a while, though with your track record, you'll require more within the year's end. Regardless, I expect you to be safe and take care of yourself properly. I am not above overshadowing you just so you don't permanently damage your ribs by being, as you so eloquently call me, a "fruit loop." I look forward to our next exchange. Vlad Masters

Danny stared at the note, rereading it again and again just to make sure it wasn't a prank and Vlad's pet ghost vultures weren't going to pop out of the bag and capture him for Vlad's gloating Packer-filled pleasure. It seemed too good to be true.

Nothing happened though. The garment stayed where they were and Danny's ghost sense didn't alert him to another threat.

The boy smiled, surprised at the tears forming in his eyes. "Thanks Vlad."

In the morning, if anyone noticed that Danny's shirt didn't seem as rumpled at his chest or that his smile seemed brighter than usual, no one commented. They let the boy go about his day, glancing out the window seemingly staring off into space, his smile never failing for a second.

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captainkirkk · 1 year

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

Danny Phantom

Space Case by TorScrawls

Danny runs into some astronauts from NASA’s lunar mission while trying to do his homework on the moon. This leads to new friends, a new job, and eventually to Danny finding a place for himself out among the stars.

Also, Danny gets to be a gremlin in space.

“Well,” Watkins drew the word out on a sigh as she slumped against the doorframe. “We didn’t cover this in training.”

Cecilia found her eyes trained on the spot where Danny had just walked through the wall. Like a— “Is the moon haunted?!”

Watkins was silent for a long while, and when Cecilia finally managed to tear her eyes away from the wall and look at her colleague, she found her frowning at the com. "…Who's going to tell the commander?"

Emergency Contact by lexosaurus

When William Lancer answered the phone that day, little did he know that he would go from an average literature teacher and cat-dad to now the emergency foster parent for a very injured teenage ghost.

Life had a funny way of being unpredictable like that.

Tutoring Phantom by lexosaurus

It was funny. A year ago Dash was all but praying for Fenton to shut up, but now he would do anything to hear him speak.

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds by pukner (+ podfic)

"You look like you've been mauled, dude," says Lucas. Then, after a beat, "Oh, ew."

"What the fuck," says Dustin, cottoning on, "What the fuck. This is hell, you didn't."

"Oh, I did," says Eddie, with the air of someone who's won something. He looks like the proverbial cat who's got the canary, if the canary wore polos and listened to Blondie.

"Shut up," Steve mutters, flushing as he seems to register what's happening, "Guys, it's not what you--uh, this isn't what it looks like-"

Or, five times Dustin Henderson was subjected to Eddie Munson being gross and sappy and in love with Steve Harrington, and one time Steve didn't even have to be there.

Clone Wars

I will look for you every time by unintentionalgenius

The soldier - barely more than a boy - swallows hard.

“And you’re here reporting to me because someone else is manning the rescue mission.” They’re both silent for a long moment. “Correct?”

Boil begins gingerly. She has the sense she is being handled. “The whole system went. There’s no way to get back down there. I think it was a bomb, planned. And - “ he hesitates, eyeing her face. “And no one could have survived that, sir. Not even one of us.”

“That’s impossible,” she says, instinctively.

this guy fucking sucks by Sunfl0wer78

Anakin didn't get it. The 501st was cool. Rex was great. So why was Commander Cody so... boring? And why was Obi-wan was obsessed with him? Everyone loved him. For what fucking reason.

Anakin doesn't understand Cody. Cody hates him. Maybe.

A Minor Detail by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67)

"I do apologize for the oversight,” Obi-Wan said. “I’m from a planet called Stewjon. While we look near human, we are all shapeshifters. While this is truly a minor detail in the grand scheme of things…” Cody stared incredulously. “Permission to speak freely, sir?” “Always, Cody, you know that,” he replied. “Sir, your ability to change into an otter does not qualify as a minor detail."

or, 3 times Obi-Wan's otter form came in handy on a mission and 1 time it was used for fun.

#happy wednesday everybody!#weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #dp recs #sw recs #stranger things recs

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annashadowstar · 6 months

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This is a hybrid Au that I’m working on. It will be a comic and story. This is part 1 of Hybrid Au. Hope you like it.

Cameron Calvin -@rarestdoge

Danny, Mirage, and Annesa Felizima - @capturecharlesau

Ulle, Jay, Crusher and Scottie - @jaytoons7

Accordion and Violin -@bluetorchsky

Amelia Copperbottom -@androidcharles

Brutus-@smoresthehalloweenqueen

Nicole-@lovelygirlnicole15

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Chapter 1: Vocation

Hybrids. A rare creature mixed with humans and another species. Everyone knows hybrids are really rare. You could be born as a hybrid. Another way to become a hybrid is a more painful way. Being experimented on. Most of the hybrids were being experimented on as a test subject. A lot of hybrids escape the lad and live on their own life, hiding their hybrid form to blend in as a human. Mirage and his siblings were one of them, and so were most of his friends. Mirage was running down the hall, so he was told to be in Reginald’s office in 10 minutes. He knocks three times when Mirage stands in front of the office door.

”Come in!” Mirage opens the office door and closes it, facing the chief. “Come sit down.” Mirage takes the seat and faces Reginald. “Sir, what do you need me for?” Mirage asks, curious and confused. Maybe is one of the missions? “No, I don’t need you for anything.” Mirage raises one of his eyes brows. “Then why do you call me…?” Reginald fold his hand and place them on the table. “Well, you and your siblings had been working in the Clan for almost 2 years, correct?” Mirage nods. “Well, RHM and I had talked a little and decided that you and your siblings will go on a break for all the hard work you three give the Clan.”

A break. Mirage can’t believe his ears. The Chief decided to give the Felizima siblings a break from the crime. “Are you sure about this, sir?” Mirage asked. “Yes, I’m sure, Mirage. You and your siblings have done enough crimes for the past 2 years. So we decide to give you guys a break.” Reginald told him. Before Mirage could question where they would live, Reginald beat him.

“And don’t worry about the government or CCC. You guys will be living near a forest which makes it very easy for others to get lost. I’m pretty sure you can handle yourself since I’ll give you a map.”

Reginald looks at RHM and gives him a nod. RHM walked to one of the drawers and grabbed a tan color map then handed the map to Mirage. Mirage opens the map and looks through it. They are gonna live somewhere in North America. Mirage folds the map looks at his chief and gives him a bow. “Thank you so much, sir,”

“You’re welcome, Mirage. You’re dismissed.” Mirage walks up to the door, exits it, and then closes it. “Yes!” Mirage then ran to the cafeteria to meet up with his siblings. “Oi, Danny!! Annesa!! I got some good news!!”

The kitchen door flew open as a waiter, Danny, came out from the door. “Hey, bro! What’s the good news? Can we maybe talk somewhere-“

“DANNY FELIZIMA!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!” Mirage looks at the kitchen and then back to Danny. “What did you do this time?” Danny nervously looks at Mirage. “Oh… you know… just accidentally eat a fish?”

“Oh boy…” Mirage looked up and saw a very angry Scottie stomping out of the kitchen. “Didn’t I tell you those fish are for the CUSTOMERS?!” Scottie looks like they’re gonna explode. “This is the SECOND TIME THIS WEEK!!” Mirage quickly stepped in. “Heyy, Scottie! You can’t blame us, can you? We’re still part of a cat!” Scottie glared at Mirage. “So?”

“So? Cat eats fish sometimes, Danny is a cheetah after all!” Scottie didn’t say anything and crossed their arm. “… Fine, I will let this one slide. But if I caught you again, not even the chief can save you.” Scottie points their knife at Danny and then walks back to the kitchen. “Thanks for the save. Anyways, what’s the good news?” Annesa appeared behind Danny. “Well, as ya can see, Chief Reginald decided to give us a break!”

“Really?” Danny ask. “Yeah! Awesome, right?”

“You do know that everyone is getting a break, right?” Accordion appeared behind the Felizima siblings, making all of them jump. “Accordion?! Where the hell did you come from?” Accordion chuckles with Violin next to him. “We just got here. So, where would you be living? Accordion and I was gonna live somewhere in North America.” Mirage looks up. “Us too. Chief even gave us a map.”

Annesa pulls out her notebook. ‘Wait… how long is the break?’

“Oh, it’s gonna be a year, at least that’s what I heard,” Mirage answered her question. “And when are we gonna leave?” Danny adds in. “We have until next week to pack. So in the meantime, we can get ready now.” Violin told him. Scottie comes out from the kitchen with some snacks. They put them on the table next to everyone. “Might just eat something before we start packing.” Everyone sits down and begins to chat. Scottie still glaring at Danny about the fish. The cafeteria door was opened by Crusher, Danny’s boyfriend, Jay, Ulle, Nicole, Brutus, who is holding Cameron’s hand, and Amelia, who is glaring at Cameron. Seems like those two got into a fight again.

“Hey, love.” Crusher came over to Danny and kissed him on his cheek. It has been a while since those two started dating. “Could you two, like, stop fighting for 5 seconds?!” Scottie gives Cameron and Amelia a harsh glare and quickly shuts them up about who’s the favorite child. Everyone takes a seat. So, we all know where we’re gonna live?” Violin asks, making everyone nod. “Let’s start with Jay first.”

“Well, I’m gonna live in North America. What about everyone else?” Ulle starts next. “Gonna live with Jay since he doesn’t mind me living with him.” Ulle points at Jay. “Accordion and I were gonna live together. Cameron and Brutus are gonna live with us. What about you, Scottie? Do you want to live with us?” Violin kindly asks Scottie. “Um… I would like to live with Jay and Ulle if that’s not troubling you two.” Ulle gives them a wave. “Of course not! And Amelia, where are you gonna live?” Once Amelia heard her name, she stopped glaring at Cameron and looked at everyone else. “Oh, I’m gonna live with…”

“Wasn’t your fathers gonna take you with them?” Danny ask. “Oh, no. They want a vacation by themself. I don’t want to bother them so I told them I’m gonna live with one of you guys. I might live with Danny, though. If you guys won’t mind.” Amelia awkwardly looks at the Felizima siblings. “Oh, no, it’s ok. We got a lot of rooms in that house.”

“Crusher, Nicole, where are you guys gonna live?”

“I’m gonna live with my sweetheart.” Oh no… Mirage sigh. “And I’m gonna live with Jay, Ulle, and Scottie. Ulle and I already talk about this.”

“So everyone has a place to live in?” Everyone nods. “Great! Now let's get packing. Don’t want to pack too late.” Everyone got up from their seat and started heading toward their room, while Danny and Scottie left behind to deal with the dishes. Mirage got his luggage and started packing. He got the things he needed, like clothes, toothpaste, toothbrush, some extra money for just in case, shampoo, etc. He wonders how big the house is. It says that it has at least 5 or more bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. A large kitchen, a backyard with a swimming pool,(don’t think they’re gonna use it), and a forest. ‘Why is there a forest behind the house?’ Mirage couldn’t think much anymore. He needs to stretch. He makes sure he locks the door and transforms into his hybrid form.

Mirage is a bobcat hybrid, and maybe living next to a forest isn’t that bad. He swigs his short tail and uses a hair brush to brush his ears. “Next week, we get to leave and enjoy ourselves. Mirage grabs a remote turns on the TV and watches the news. “Breaking news. A factory has been destroyed by three giant bird-like monsters. The police officers searched for the survivors but found none. They guess they were being killed by those monsters.”

“Bird monsters? Brutus is the only bird hybrid we know of. Then there must be other hybrids like us… wonder where they are.”

The next weeks came pretty quickly. Everyone was waving goodbye as they got in their drop ship. Once they arrive at their location for the year, they start to get ready. When they arrived, they were kinda surprised that they were all neighbors. Danny, Mirage, Crusher, Amelia, and Annase start looking around the house, which is more like a mansion. There are 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a backyard with a big swimming pool, a balcony, a large living room, and a kitchen. There’s also a third floor. The third floor has some extra room, a good room to hangout or work out with. But there's one bad thing about this mansion. There's dust everywhere. When they first step into the house, dust hit their faces. Mirage went to the backyard and took a good look at the forest.

“It’s a pretty big house for the four of us, no?” Crusher asked, looking at where Mirage was looking. Mirage rolled his eyes. “It would be better if you weren’t here.”

“Why do you hate my guts so damn much?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you’re the one that got me in jail for a year?” Crusher slowly chuckles. Mirage felt a pull on his shirt looked down, and saw Annesa holding her sketchbook. ‘You guys should put away your tophat before someone sees you.’ Mirage and Crusher look at each other before running back to their room and putting away their tophat. Mirage then closed the window carbon and himself back to his hybrid form. "Guys! It's time for lunch!!"

Oh yeah. It takes almost 2 hours to travel here. Mirage walks to the living room. Annesa and Amelia was already there, eating. Well, not Amelia. "Remember to wash your hands, Mirage." Danny put two plates on the table and went back to the kitchen and grab the last plate. After Mirage finished washing his hands, he went back to his siblings and Crusher and sat down. "So, have you guys heard the news?" Crusher asked, with food in his mouth.

"Dear, don't talk with your mouth full. Yeah, I have heard the news about that factory. It was destroyed by a bird monster. Do you guys think it's a hybrid?" Danny asks, rolling his pasta with his fork.

"Yeah. But Brutus is the only bird hybrid that we know in that factory and he is with us all the time." Amelia points out. 'Should we go and find the hybrid?' Annesa asks with her sketchbook in hand. Everyone looks around at each other. "...Maybe we should. Who knows what people will do to them. But the world is so big. How are we suppose to find them?"

Silents. No one talks. "Let's just force on the vocation right now. We can talk about this later." Danny stood up and took his plate to the sink. Annesa and Crusher followed. Mirage looked at his food and began to poke them. "Brother, stop poking your food. It's gonna get cold." Mirage smiles and continues eating his food.

After he finished, Mirage decided to grab a seat and sit down, facing the forest while sunbathing without his hybrid form show since he didn't want anyone to find out. He then slowly started to relax until he heard something. "Crusher, I swear if you-" He opens his eyes and looks around, notice Crusher isn't here. Weird... He could have sworn he heard something.

Mirage turned back to the forest and saw something yellow. "Che diamine…" Mirage stood up and went into the forest for a closer look, but he couldn't find anything. He looked down and saw a feather. A yellow feather. It's not an aqua feather and it's too big to be a hummingbird feather. Mirage pick it up and begin to get a closer look on this strange feather.

“What do you find?” Amelia appeared behind Mirage. “A feather. It’s not Brutus’s feather.” Mirage shows her the feather he found. “Maybe it’s mine?” Mirage knew Amelia was joking since she’s a mouse hybrid… Computer mouse hybrid.

"Mirage? Amelia?" Mirage and Amelia turned back to their house as he heard Danny calling for them. "Can you guys help us clean the house?" Mirage turns back to the forest and walks back with the feather in his pocket. "Coming bro..." Two pairs of eyes watch him leave. “Wanna bet I will clean faster without a break?” Amelia challenge. Mirage rolled his eyes. “You’re a android. Of course, you don’t need a break.” Amelia chuckles and begins to run back. Let’s hope they don’t need a day to clean the house.

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Clearing the entire is tiring!!! Most of the places in this mansion are dirty. When was the last time people lived in this mansion?! "Tired already?" Crusher asked, sitting on the couch with Mirage. "You're the one to talk!" Mirage look at Crusher. "So, what were you doing out there?"

"Huh?"

"What were you and Amelia doing out there before Danny called us to clean the house?"

“Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

“… Amelia and I went into the forest and found a yellow feather.” This got Crusher’s interest. “A yellow feather?”

”Yeah!” Amelia joins in and sits next to Mirage. “A light yellow feather. Mirage found it and I’m trying to figure it out which bird it belongs to.” Crusher hums. “Can I see the feather?” Mirage reaches for his pocket pulls out the feather he found on the ground and gives it to Crusher. He took it and analyzed the size and the color. “You think it’s a duck hybrid?” Amelia struggle. “It might be. But don’t think so.” Crusher gives the feather back to Mirage. Amelia stood up and reach for her pocket and took out two different feathers. A blue feather and an aqua-green feather. “Where did you find those?”

“I found it in the forest, but not that deep,” Amelia answered. “Are lunch, I went inside the forest and got some fresh air. Then I saw something or someone moved so I chased after it to get a better look then I found those feathers.” Amelia explain. “Can you give me those for a moment?”

“Here.” Amelia gives both feathers to Mirage. He then compares the size to three different feathers. “What are you guys doing?” Danny and Annesa asked. Danny goes behind Crusher and lies on the chair with his arm crossed while Annesa sits across Crusher. “Amelia and I found three different feathers in the forest.”

“Feathers?” Danny asked, looking at the table. “Yes, dear.” Danny hums and opens his mouth again. “Do you think it belongs to a parrot?” Everyone looks at Danny. “Because think about it. There’s a forest behind this mansion and there must be a lot of animals. Parrots might be one of them. "

"I don't think so. Parrots live in a rainforest, I think." Amelia points out. "Let's just get some rest. It's pretty late. And, if you want to call the others, there's a cell phone in the kitchen. Good night!" Danny walked up to a bathroom and went to take a shower. Crusher followed behind. Annesa told Mirage and Amelia, saying that she would be in her room. Amelia stood up. "Whew. I'm gonna go and charge myself up. You can keep those feathers. Night!" Mirage wave at Amelia and took the feathers and went to his room.

He placed three feathers next to his bed and went to the bathroom, to take a shower. After he finished, he sat down on his bed and pulled over his blanket. He was about to close his eyes but saw a glow. A yellow glow. Mirage sat up and saw three feathers glow. His eyes widened a bit. Those feathers belong to a hybrid. A magical hybrid Animal feather doesn't glow. The reason why it glowed was still unknown to Mirage. He picks up the yellow feather, and stares at it, before putting it next to his pillow.

"I will tell the others tomorrow. It's late at night right now." Mirage slowly closes his eyes and drowns in sleep. A figure was watching him for a second before flying away into the forest.

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I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Hybrid Au. See you in the next chapter or comic!

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aikoiya · 1 year

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DP HC - Rebel Alliance

I don't understand hcs where literally all of Danny's enemies willingly follow his orders just because he's the king now.

You realize that rebellions exist, right?

Now, I can definitely see characters like Johnny, Kitty, Ember, Technus, Fright Night, Frostbite & his people, Pandora & her people, Dorathea & her people, Nocturn, Lunch Lady, Box Ghost, Box Lunch, Wulf, Poindexter, Amorpho, Desiree, & Youngblood following Danny's orders.

Possibly even Walker & his men provided it's the right au (Game Warden Walker AU, Grandpappy Walker AU, or even simply Walker conceding that since Danny now makes the rules, he follows Danny).

However, I CAN NOT see Skulker, Spectra, Bertrand, Aragon, Hotep Ra, Undergrowth, or Vortex ever following Danny. Ever.

For one, Skulker's entire goal is to skin Danny alive a/o mount his head on his wall. He is a literal poacher, not a hunter despite his claims as such, a poacher. And I don't subscribe to the idea that literally skinning a ghost is something that comes without complications to one's health or at least agonizing pain & a lot of painful recovery time. I refuse. It literally makes the whole thing a non-issue by making it so all Danny'd need to do to get Skulker off his back would be to just let him skin him & be done with it, which just cheapens the point.

Spectra was fully willing to literally kill Jazz in some twisted spectacle & use the misery generated from her death to fuel her youth like a homicidal narcissistic sociopath. I've also seen it postulated that she likely doesn't follow the yearly Christmas Truce & that the only reason that Walker isn't on her ass in the special is because Danny's actually the only one who knows about her new body as they possibly only know her by her shadowy form. Not to mention, there's no telling how many poor kids she's driven to suicide all for her beauty & youth. She also set up a way to infect kids with ghost powers in order to create a "perfect, unageing body" & didn't she say that if they weren't cured, then those kids would die? Am I misremembering that? I just don't see Danny EVER being okay with her.

Bertrand, the same as Spectra.

Danny literally helped to usurp Aragon's throne. If ANYONE were to be part of some rebel attempt to dethrone Danny, it'd be him.

As for Hotep Rah, he's already tried to usurp the throne from Tucker, this would be same shit, different person.

Undergrowth wishes to kill all human life & use them as fertilizer for his plants. Nuff said.

Vortex could not care less who dies in the pursuit of his art. He causes natural disasters because he wants to & said disasters result in countless deaths.

So, I absolutely think that at least the 7 ghosts listed would become part of a rebellion to get rid of the "beating-heart boyking."

I can also see quite a few ghosts he's never met rebelling against him specifically because either he's a child, a halfa & thus alive, or because they actually wanted Pariah to rule again.

Vlad would definitely be involved.

I just don't see the idea of everyone being okay with Danny being king & following his orders as... realistic considering what we know of their characters.

#danny phantom #dp #king danny #skulker #penelope spectra #bertrand #aragon #hotep rah #rebellion #beating-heart boyking #aikoiya hc #rebel alliance #writing prompt #enemies

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ventisettestars · 1 year

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DannyMay Day 9

Day 9: Ghost Zone [ao3]

This is a continuation of Day 8.

Summary: Vlad’s tour of the ghost zone is cut short by a strange ghost.

Vlad took the lead once in the Zone. He seemed to know exactly where they needed to go to see this ghost doctor. It unnerved Danny a little once they started to enter unknown territories.

“Calm down. This is no different than your own explorations. These are just the paths I take.”

Danny nodded and started looking around. “Do you know anyone?”

“Of course. I’ve been traveling for a long time.”

“So, like, do they like you? Or you got outstanding beef?”

“Honestly.” Vlad pinched the bridge of his nose. “I get along with most ghosts. You probably could too if you didn’t just start with picking fights when meeting someone.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but most ghosts invade the town or are sent by you to beat me up.”

“Yes, well if you would just let me actually help you, I wouldn’t need to spend money to supplement your growth.” It was more a mumble from Vlad but it stopped Danny in his flight.

“What.” It wasn’t a question. Danny had heard Vlad just fine.

“Oops. Cat’s out of the bag. For young ghosts it’s important to practice using your ectoplasm regularly, or your ectoplasm will form weak or it’ll be harder to learn new things. Even more so for halfas since we naturally don’t need to used it for everything since we’ve got out humanity. With most of the ghosts I hire, I make sure they are in your range. Maybe just slightly tougher.”

“So since I wouldn’t take you up on learning from you, you are- what, forcing ghost school on me??”

“Yes. And I’m sure half the ghosts you fight with are doing something similar, but fighting you themselves. I’d do it more, but I have a job.”

The static in the ectoplasm around Danny started to rise with his mood. “I’ve been- And all this time- Everyone was just-”

“Aw, look at that bright core!” A stray ghost passed and seemed to look at Danny with glee. “You are going to be a force to be reckoned with someday.”

Some of the electricity sparked around Danny’s hair as the new ghost completely distracted him. The ghost ran their hand through his hair to ruffle it, and all the spark danny had building up completely dispersed. “Mighty force indeed.”

“Ah- Thanks?”

The ghost circled Danny once or twice then turned to Vlad. “You on the way to the doctors? He seems in need of a check up.”

“Yeah.” Danny answered instead. “Vlad was going to show me the way. Are we close?”

“You are indeed. Here.” They ran their hand across open air and a portal opened. “A short cut. Because I like you. Make sure to come visit me once you get a bit stronger. I could go for a good brawl.” The ghost smiled revealing their face. Or rather faces. Their features kept shifting and the more Danny tried to focus on one, it shifted like water. Never making a fully still face. It almost looked like there were three sets of features swapping places. Like three faces rotating but none of them actually a dominant face.

Vlad looked like he was going to be sick, bowed. “Thank you. Come along, Daniel.”

Danny nodded. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

The ghost waved as they went through the portal.

Notes:

Anyone got any guess who the strange ghost was? (it's not Clockwork.)

Also there might be a part 3? Where danny actually makes it the doctor? Tho more likely this concept with Vlad will emerge in another fic all together. i dunno yet.

#Dannymay2023 #dp #danny phantom #my fic

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ajitated · 2 years

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Irrefutably Human by ajility

Written for Invisobang 2021!

Summary: After spending 12 years in the Ghost Zone, Danny decides it’s time to see what the Human World has to offer. He quickly learns that blending in with humans is a lot harder than he thought it’d be… and that just maybe, the elder ghosts had a reason for keeping him in the Zone for so long.

a “Danny grows up in the GZ” au

Art for this fic was done by kawaiijohn and scarlette-foxx!

(Originally posted: 30 Aug 21)

Chapter 1

Danny has been in the Ghost Zone for 12 years now. Things were rough for the first few years, when he was freshly dead and didn’t understand what was happening or why, but since then he’s learned how to use his abilities and stabilize his core. He’s got a decently sized Haunt and even if he’s still changing, he can’t be considered freshly formed anymore. Sure, maybe his fangs are still coming in, but he can beat Skulker 4 of 5 times when they fight, and he’s even gotten better at detecting Shadow when he and Johnny spar.

All this to say that his Haunt is being ridiculously overprotective and he should be allowed to visit the Human World with the others.

“You know the restrictions Clockwork put in place as well as I do, Young One,” Frostbite says gently, “I too would prefer if you allow your fangs to grow in before taking a portal to the Human World.”

“I’ve been a ghost for 12 years though! The others only had to wait a few years to pass through portals safely, and besides,” Danny bears his teeth, showing off two sharpened upper canines, “my fangs have started to come in! We don’t even know how many I’ll get, maybe it’s just the two.”

Frostbite levels him with a very unimpressed look, and Danny deflates pretty much instantly. “I’m sure we both know that is not the case. Things are never simple with you, Young One, and we would like to be nearby in case something goes wrong. I am sure you remember the last time we assumed your forming would be like that of a regular ghost’s.”

Danny does remember it, of course he does, because it was the last time they assumed anything about him... and it had also been stupidly painful. It’d been about 6 years after he died and he was finally showing signs of developing a core type. Usually ghosts get a defined core about a year after forming, when their ectoplasm levels first stabilize, but Danny’s were still growing and fluctuating and being generally annoying - according to Pandora, it was because his human side was still so young.

He was showing signs of an ice or wind core, both of which were supposed to be slow-going and build up over time. Instead, he went from racing Ember across the Zone, perfectly fine, to destabilizing and putting off so much cold-energy that Ember couldn’t get near him in seconds. Luckily, they’d been relatively close to the Far Frozen and Ember was able to get some yetis to come help them. The yetis were able to contain his energy until Frostbite showed up, broke through his ice, and overpowered Danny’s core to force it to stabilize.

They spent the next week and a half just draining Danny’s energy to manageable levels, and two more weeks after that teaching him to control and monitor his core. And that didn’t even get into using or controlling any of his new ice abilities... Said new abilities turned out to be substantially stronger than an average ice-core’s, especially considering they were new, and he tended to use them both accidentally and by instinct. It was ok when he accidentally froze a yeti for startling him… not so much when he froze Ember, a fire-core, without so much as a thought.

Fire-cores were supposed to be difficult to overpower, near impossible to freeze, and… tended to do bad, really bad, if they got too cold. Ember was fine, but he wasn’t allowed near other core-types until he got a handle on his powers, and that included pretty much everyone in his Haunt at the time. It was… lonely. He wouldn’t undo it, because Frostbite ended up joining him by the end of it, but Danny also never wants to be kept away from his family again.

That being said, unstable cores are about the most dangerous thing a ghost can go through, and Danny’s core is perfectly stable now. He doesn’t see how his growing-in fangs could mess anything up, which he points out hopefully.

But Frostbite just shrugs. “A few years ago, I would have said only fire and electric cores build up quietly and burgeon all at once. That was before you turned yourself into an iceberg right outside our lair with no intention of doing so. There is little to no precedence for a being as perfectly liminal as yourself, we do not know what will or will not be dangerous for you.

“It is better if you remain within reach of Clockwork, Pandora, and myself until your form stops altering, Young One. Your liminality may allow you to take on a human form, but that does not mean the humans would be able — or willing — to help you, if something goes wrong.”

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The problem with the elder ghosts, is that they don’t actually leave their lairs the vast majority of the time. This means that Danny, who likes exploring and feels restless if he isn’t finding new things, spends much more time flying around the Zone and existing outside of lairs, which in turn means that he isn’t usually around the elders unless they’re actively teaching him or need him for something.

Which means he’s usually with the rest of his Haunt, and… Skulker and Ember aren’t very good role models. Kitty and Johnny try to be, but also occasionally fall short. Ember, Kitty, and Johnny all remember what it was like to be alive, and all of them know what it’s like to feel lost. Elder ghosts have a stronger handle on their Obsession and rarely feel listless, whereas Danny… well. Half the time he isn’t even certain his Obsession is ‘curiosity’, like the others say.

He feels better when he’s moving and feels like he’s making progress when he learns something, but he doesn’t know what that progress is for. It’s like he’s missing something, like another piece has yet to drop and he won’t be whole until it does, but he’s never told them that. Ghosts that don’t understand their Obsession tend to fade — Danny isn’t a full ghost, he knows he won’t fade, so he doesn’t want to make everyone worried about him.

He had his talk with Frostbite just yesterday, and although he knows the elder is right and that the yetis are just looking out for him… the yetis aren’t here right now. Skulker, Ember, Johnny, and Kitty are here, and they’re talking about a portal.

Danny… isn’t particularly known for cautious decision making. Really, they only have themselves to blame for this. He slides up next to Ember and flicks his tail at Shadow when it starts trying to sneak up on him.

“Sooo…” he says, drawing out the word and trying (failing) to act nonchalant, “What portal are we talking about?”

Ember, the wonderful fire-core she is, responds without thinking anything of it. “There’s a human-made one, a decent flight from the Clocktower. It’s been there for a few years, but usually fluctuates a lot and makes the nearby ectoplasm all wavy-”

“-except that Skulker is claiming it stopped doing that,” Kitty interrupts impatiently, “which doesn’t make sense, because that means it’s stable now, and humans can’t make stable portals.”

“Humans have made stable portals before, they’re just usually brief and stop working pretty quick. And there was that one that appeared 12 years ago, I know Clockwork put blocks around it but you can still sense the energy from it…” Johnny puts in, but trails off when he looks at Danny, narrowing his eyes.

“Technus went through it already and came back just fine, I’m telling you it stabilized somehow. And it lets out right in a human town, no extra flight required. It’s perfect, Kitty and Johnny can go on their date, I can see if there’s anything worth hunting, and Ember can start working out some concert stuff.”

Danny nods, partially because it sounds like a perfectly reasonable plan to him and partially because Johnny’s the only one that seems to have noticed he shouldn’t be part of this conversation. “So, when are we going?” he asks, smiling innocently.

Johnny rubs a hand over his face and the three other ghosts freeze. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the Far Frozen right now?”

Danny goes to shrug, but before he can actually reply, Skulker cuts in. “You wanna come halfa?” He sneers, “Don’t tell me it’s gonna be another Obsession of yours, figuring out how humans work.”

“Don’t be mean, Skulk. Babypop’s never been through a portal before, anyone with a curiosity Obsession would wanna go.” Ember rolls her eyes and wraps an arm around Danny’s shoulders, pulling him closer. They both make pleading faces at the larger ghost, who doesn’t seem to want to budge.

“I dunno guys, humans are… pretty destructive,” Johnny puts in, and immediately holds his hands up when Ember and Danny whip around to glare at him. “I’m just sayin! They get rid of anything that’s different, and ‘different’ doesn’t even begin to describe Phantom.”

“They can’t be that bad!” Danny objects, and though he’ll deny it till he fades, he’s definitely pouting. “If I’m half human, then they’ve gotta half like me, right? I want to meet a human!”

“Johnny is right, Danny,” Kitty shakes her head, “Humans don’t like ghosts to begin with, and they destroy each other over stupid shit like skin color , whaddya think they’d do if they find out about you?”

Danny… pauses at that. Because really? Skin color? Clockwork is blue, Kitty is bright green, Pandora is aqua, and Skulker is either grey or green depending on the situation. Ember is light grey, he himself is a soft blue-ish green color most of the time, but sometimes turns a weird pink-ish human tone too, kind of like Johnny, and Nocturne is the same color as the night skies he’s only seen in his dreams. As far as he knows, humans have a lot less color variety, so what would they even fight over?

Deciding it's not important right now anyway, Danny crosses his arms. "Then they won't find out about me! I'll stay in my squishy human form the whole time, I bet I'll blend in so well you'll lose track of me."

Kitty and Johnny still look skeptical, so Ember adds on, "He's just gonna follow us if we don't bring him, might as well let him come and keep an eye on him. Right, babypop?" And only then do they give in.

"Fine, but no flying off!" Kitty demands, "Pandora would crush all our cores if something happens to you, and being destabilized is not on my to-do list."

Danny nods reassuringly and high-fives Ember, which… might've ruined the whole 'reassurance' bit if Johnny's sigh is anything to go by, and then the five of them are off. Danny really is glad they gave in because he absolutely would have followed if they hadn't, and he's horrible at sneaking around — the trip would've been miserable. Now he can play ecto-tag with Ember and Shadow as they go, while Skulker pretends to be mature and acts like he doesn't want to play.

Ember is winning when they make it to the portal and for the first time ever, Danny lets it happen instead of dragging the game out. The portal is… somehow both bigger and smaller than he expected. Three of them could easily fit through at once, but the inside is bright green and blends in with the rest of the Ghost Zone, making it very easy to miss if you don't already know it's there. There's a ring of grey metal outlining it, and it looks like the bottom should be connected to something even though it's just floating in open space like a common Lair entrance would. It's… interesting. Interesting, and unsettling.

It feels different from the rest of the Zone, like it’s stagnant. Everything else could keep shifting and changing and flowing, and this ring of metal would still stay right here, unmoving and constant.

Danny flies around it in a half-circle, notes that the other side looks roughly the same, then loops back around to the side they originally approached and flies closer. Something about it… definitely unnerves him.

"Does going through portals hurt?" He asks, reaching his hand out until it's only a few centimeters away but still not touching.

Skulker scoffs. "Of course not, whelp. It's like teleporting. If you're having second thoughts, of course, you can still stay here. We don’t need a halfa slowing us down anyway."

Danny growls at the insult and flies forward instead of replying, going straight through the portal.

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If Danny had been expecting anything at all, it wouldn’t have been what he finds on the other side of the portal. The first thing he notices is that everything feels heavier. It leads out into a room with a whole lot of metal: metal floors, metal walls, metal tables and cabinets and contraptions. He only has a few seconds to ponder it all before the portal glows and Johnny, Kitty, and Ember all come through at the same time.

They all jump on him immediately, fussing and complaining at him and “Danny you can’t do that holy shit none of us had tested this one, what were you thinking ?!” but they just as quickly leave him to go yell at Skulker, who came through much more slowly while they were fussing. Danny rolls his eyes. They’re all part of his Haunt and he loves them, but sometimes they’re ridiculous.

Tuning them out in favor of looking around the room more, Danny notes that there are jars filled with ectoplasm stacked on some of the shelves. They give off some ambient light, but the room is pretty dark besides that. He floats over to the ectoplasm, wondering how they got it and what humans use ectoplasm for, but is pulled away by Ember seconds later.

“C’mon babypop, don’t get distracted already! We’ve gotta get out there before Clockwork notices you’re not in the GZ.” She phases through the ceiling and then out of the building.

Danny rolls his eyes and follows after her at a slower pace, taking the time to actually look at the house as they phase through walls to get outside. As far as he can tell, it’s abandoned: there are no lights on, no noise, and a thin layer of dust coats everything from the couch to the kitchen counter. The portal is located in the basement and it’s the liveliest room in the house, thanks to the soft glow of ectoplasm and the static hum of electricity.

Why someone would build a portal in an abandoned house, he doesn’t know, but it’s certainly convenient for them — easier access, and Danny can take his time exploring the house later, without worrying about any humans noticing him. Surely even an abandoned house will give him some idea of how humans live.

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babeyvenus · 2 years

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 29: Party Crashing

As they arrived, Sam looked up at the large window that glared with bright lights and blasted with loud, muffled music.

"We're so dead.", she says, and Stiles pulls her inside.

"If we clean up fast after everyone leaves, he probably wouldn't know the difference...", Sam offers, looking at Stiles as he shrugged at her.

She looked around in awe as right before her eyes, Derek's rustic, undecorated loft was an extraordinary black-light rave. There were at least a hundred underdressed teenagers dancing around to the DJ's music with their bodies bright with glowing neon painted designs. Black lights were hanging from the ceilings and walls, giving the room a blue-ish glow and illuminating everyone's white clothing.

"We're so dead.", she yelled over the music. They looked around and spotted Ethan getting his body painted by a girl in a studded bra and shorts.

"You did this?", Sam called as they walked up, making Ethan look at her with a smirk. "Yes, ma'am." Ethan nodded.

"Derek's gonna kill you if he finds out."

"Good thing he's on vacation!", he yelled, nodding his head to the beat of the music.

"All done." The girl told Ethan with a smile.

"Paint these two up.", he told her, nodding over to the two next to him and walked away.

"Face or body?", she asked Sam with a smile.

"Body.", Stiles said before Sam could refuse, and the two both got their arms and hands painted.

"Huh." Sam smiled, admiring the paint as it brightened.

"Shots?", the girl asked, holding up a bottle of Grey Goose. Stiles and Sam looked at each other. He knew she rarely ever drank.

"It's Halloween, why not?", Sam shrugged. The girl poured the vodka into two glasses and handed them to the two.

"Cheers.", she yelled. Stiles and Sam smiled before throwing back the burning liquid down their throats.

Eventually, Stiles and Sam met up with Scott and Kira at the front of the loft. Stiles was talking to Scott, and Sam stood along a wall.

"Do you want to leave so we can figure it out?" She heard Scott say as she paused to wait for them.

"Uhhh." Stiles kept walking and finally stopped in his place as a girl with a pink wig came over and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a trace of her hot pink lipstick.

Sam turned to Scott and Kira with a surprised smile spread across her face and started laughing. The girl winked at Stiles as she disappeared into the crowd of intoxicated, dancing teens.

"It can wait! It can wait.", Stiles patted Scott on the shoulder and ran off after the mystery girl. Sam smiled, glad that her friends were having fun. Though, she felt off. With all these people here, it was kinda hard to tell what was actually happening.

She winced as she felt a pricking pain where her bite originally was. She pulled up her white tank top and frowned as the pain bursted once more before subsiding.

The hell was that…?

Sam looked up to hearing the twins calling her name over the crowd. Sam caught Danny holding Lydia in his arms. She thought she was just wasted, but Lydia looked terrified.

Before she could even get to her, a loud crash came from the back of the loft. Sam spun on her heel as everyone gasped in shock to see the DJ's station in pieces. Derek stood in the debris or what was left.

They were definitely dead now.

"GET! OUT!", he bellowed, making the room quake. There was a quick silence as the teens looked at him in fear and people began pushing and rushing their way out of the loft.

He caught Sam's eyes and she stood straight, giving him a weak wave. He narrowed his eyes at her as he stormed up to her. He only paused as Aiden ran up to Sam nervously.

"What the hell are those?", he asked, pointing at five black shadowy figures that suddenly appeared and formed into a human shape.

They looked like Japanese warriors. Their golden-green eyes made them take a step back.

Sam glanced over to see Scott and Kira rushing into the room along with Isaac, Allison, and Ethan who came out of a nearby hallway.

"Holy shit.", Sam whispered, looking back at the figures. Their movements synced as they turned to face Aiden and Sam.

Black smoke flickered off of their bodies as they stared at them. "Why are they staring at us?", Sam asked, getting defensive.

"Guys," Aiden said, "they're all looking at me." The creatures took a step forward. Sam grabbed Aiden's arm and pulled him back with her. "Why are they looking at me?", Aiden said, nervously.

They took another step forward and another. "Guys?", Aiden cried.

Sam stomped her foot, thinking that'd pause their movements but they continued moving. Her eyes widened. "They don't have shadows…", Sam muttered in fear.

Scott and Derek ran after the monsters and fought them. She could hear roars coming from Derek while Scott was throwing the monsters across the room. One of the creatures came towards them as she pulled Aiden away, dodging the monster's attacks.

She swung at the monster's face, making its head whip to the side and whip back as if nothing happened.

Her heart dropped. "Oh shit.", she says as the monster knocked her back against a pillar. Sam groaned and grabbed at her shoulder in pain once she hit the floor.

Derek was also thrown across the room and rolled in pain onto the floor with a groan. Scott was chucked across the room and landed on the floor.

As they turned towards Aiden and Sam once more, Isaac stepped forward to help but stopped in fear as one of the warriors he faced pulled out a sword from inside its chest and spun it around, readying itself to kill. Isaac immediately backed off.

"Somebody, do something!", Allison cried. Two of the warriors took Aiden back and one of them held Sam still.

One stood in front of each of them and its beady eyes stared into hers. She struggled under its hold as the creature put a hand behind her head and kept it there.

She grits her teeth, waiting for something to happen and nothing did for a moment as she stared into the beady glowing eyes.

Suddenly, she felt a pounding headache burst through her head as her eyes fluttered back. The only thing she could feel was a small burn below her ear before passing out.

Sam opened her eyes to see darkness. She couldn't see much, but she could feel how cold it was. It was freezing.

Her nose burned from a rancid smell, and she instantly pinched her nose. The hell is that smell...? It was horrible. She looked around, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness like she practiced.

It was definitely a room. Sam walked around only to stop as she saw black smoke arise from below her.

She heard a shuffle and moved as quietly as her feet would let her.

"The more you take, the more you leave behind… What am I?", she hears a familiar voice.

A riddle…? "Who is this? Where are you?", Sam yelled, looking around the best she could. She heard a chuckle then a gut-tensing laugh.

"This is as light as a feather, yet no man can hold it for long. What am I?"

"What?"

"What am I?", the voice pressed.

"I don't know!", Sam shouted.

"What am I, Samantha?"

Sam huffed, trying to calm her racing heart.

"The more there is, the less you see. What am I?"

She covered her ears to muffle the voice. "Stop!", Sam yelled.

"What disappears as soon as you say its name?"

"Stop it!"

"What gets broken without being held?" She felt her eyes watering as she dropped to her knees. The room felt like it was spinning as she heard the voice circle her. She couldn't see a thing.

Whoever this person was definitely had better experience in the dark than she did, and it terrified her.

"What do you want from me!?", Sam yelled, feeling nauseous.

"When is a door not a door?", she heard a voice growl beside her.

She woke up, erupting in a scream, flinching as she heard someone's footsteps run over to her. "Hey, hey! It's okay!", she sees Derek in front of her with a concerned expression.

Sam looked around to see that she was at his loft. Huffing as she calmed down, she dryly swallowed. "I'm–"

"You're here with me. You're okay.", Derek reassured her after rubbing her back and letting go of her slowly.

Sam sighed as she looked around, taking in that she was in his bed.

She saw him walk back over to a black trash bag that seemed to be filling with the mess that was left behind. The party…

"Is everyone okay?", Sam asked, and he looked at her. "Yeah, pretty much."

"You're back.", Sam says, and Derek nods.

"Do you remember what happened?", he asked.

"What were those things?", Sam asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"That's what Scott's trying to find out. He talked to Argent this morning and he's working on it. Something about Japanese Oni is what he said.", Derek mutters as he picks up more trash.

"Where'd you go?", Sam asked.

"Went to look for something of my mother's. Wasn't expecting to come back to a Halloween party in my own home, though.", Derek grumbled.

"Sorry…", Sam shrank and winced as she felt a twinge behind her ear. She winced again once she touched whatever was causing the sensitivity.

"Here." Derek rummaged into a drawer on the table and pulled out a small mirror, walking over to give it to her. Sam took it and pulled her ear forward, seeing a backwards number five branded into her skin.

"What the hell…?", Sam muttered.

"I have it too.", Derek says, crossing his arms.

"What about Aiden?", she asked.

"He's okay. Isaac, Lydia, and him all have one."

"So, we just got branded…?", Sam sat the mirror down, frowning. What the hell.

"So do you want to talk about that party?", he asked suddenly. "I do not, considering it wasn't my fault.", she confessed, quickly.

"Yeah, but you seemed to have had your fun.", he says, raising an eyebrow and nodding at her once painted arms. Sam grimaced a weak smile. "I guess I should help clean up, huh?"

He nodded with raised eyebrows, amused at her defeat.

"So, Scott's new friend.", he starts off as they cleaned.

"She's definitely not normal. Someone left a note in the school telling William Barrow to kill her. He tried, but... she ended up absorbing hundreds of gigawatts of electricity instead.", Sam says, picking up streamers.

"Kitsune.", Derek said. Kitsune…

"A Japanese fox?", Sam asked, and he smiled in confirmation. "I've seen them before. They don't come around but yeah.", he says.

Derek picked up another black bag. "She's not like us. She can't shape shift, but she can use foxfire."

"Is foxfire the reason why she didn't get electrocuted?", Sam asked. He nodded. "She can control electricity and create fire."

Sam smiled. "That's pretty cool. I got an elemental manipulation buddy now."

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "That's what you're excited for?"

Sam shrugged. "Why not?"

After an hour of finally getting the loft cleaned and disinfected, Scott called Sam to the school.

Scott had said it involved Stiles, so of course she was in a hurry after getting properly dressed. After arriving, she ended up in an English classroom to see Scott leaning against the teacher's desk.

"Hey.", he sighed in relief.

"What happened to Stiles?", Sam asked. "I told him to take a sick day. He looked exhausted.", he replied.

"He hasn't slept?", Sam asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"I guess, I don't know. He was saying all these really weird things about having a dream or whatever right before he left. He's been really paranoid."

Sam's eyes widened as she remembered last night. Stiles wasn't there when those things came to attack them. In fact, she hadn't seen him since he took off after that girl.

"Something definitely happened. What was he saying?", Sam pressed.

"I went to catch him up about what he missed, and he told me he thinks he's the one that told Barrow to kill Kira.", Scott said, running a hand through his hair.

Sam looked at him in confusion. "How… how could he have told Barrow to kill Kira… if your mom was supposed to do an operation on Barrow…?"

"Exactly, but when we got to the party, he was telling me about this extra key he found and he thinks he's the one who let Barrow into the Chem closet and wrote the message on the board.", he informed.

"An extra key…?" She thought back to when they got to the chem lab. He got in the closet even though it was supposed to be locked.

"Then Stiles being Stiles, he started doing research, found some old story on Barrow's school bus attack. The bomb was wrapped as a birthday present. And the shrapnel…it was nuts, bolts, and screws."

"The prank you guys pulled on Coach?", Sam asked.

"That was Stiles' idea.", Scott told her. Sam shook her head, dismissing his paranoia. "This is our Stiles we're talking about. Skinny, hyperactive, blabbermouth Stiles. Non supernatural Stiles. You really think he could kill anybody?", Sam scoffed.

"That's the thing, I don't. But he's pretty convinced himself.", Scott sighed.

Sam took a deep breath and sighed through her nose. "I wanna go check up on him. Let's go."

Scott paused. "I… can't."

Sam looked at him in confusion. "The hell you mean, you can't? Since when have you ever not wanted to see Stiles?"

"I'm working on a history project.", Scott rushed. Sam closed her eyes in disappointment. "Y'know, you really gotta stop lying to me. You suck at it. You going to Kira's house?"

Scott nervously scoffed. "Why would you ask–" Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked down in shame. "Yes."

Sam sighed. "I'll fill you in on Stiles. Hurry up.", she says and walk out.

Before she completely left the school, shegot a text from Melissa:

Something happened with Stiles. He's not getting enough sleep. He said he's experiencing sleep walking, panic attacks, and blackouts? Do u know anything about this? He didn't tell Scott about this so I assume he already told you. He's definitely sleep deprived but if there's anything else going on tell me pls. Keeping him to rest for a bit.

Sleep walking....? The panic attacks, she could believe. But blackouts??? Since when has Stiles had blackouts??

Sam sighed and rushed into her car. At least she was watching him. Better let him sleep for now. How bad were his nightmares…?

Sam headed straight home to do her own research. William Barrow. Mass murderer… school bus bomber.

Committed to Eichen house, etc. He even graduated from Beacon Hills high… did he have a vendetta against the school or something…?

Her eyes stopped on the birthday present bomb information. Barrow had put nails, nuts, bolts, and screws into a small box and wrapped it to look like a birthday present.

Stiles had done the exact same thing for Coach's birthday prank. Why did she ignore that? Why didn't she think of that…?

If what Stiles said was true and only if… how and why would Stiles do that?

How could Stiles have gotten William Barrow out of the hospital and sent him into the school… only to specifically kill Kira…?

She got up as she saw the sun was almost setting and drove to Scott's house to talk about this some more.

Sam walked up to hear yelling and walked inside to see his dad fussing at him and Kira.

They turned around to see her and she gave a wave. "Yo.", Sam greeted.

"Yo yourself. You're gonna tell me the real reason why you three were in my office.", his dad ordered, showing a picture of Scott and Kira looking for her phone.

Sam raised her eyebrows. "There's an explanation, but you're not exactly ready for that."

"You were breaking and entering, and I want an answer!"

"Dad, let me help you out. You need to leave.", Scott said, stepping up.

"I will, with a satisfactory explanation."

"Go get a warrant.", Scott stated.

"I don't need a warrant, I'm your father!", his dad bellowed.

"No, you're a gene donor. I got my hair color from you and that's all I got. So, you're not allowed to play tough dad with me.", Scott challenged.

"Hey…" Melissa finally walked in through the side door and set her bag down on the table, "What's going on?"

"Maybe one of you should explain.", Rafe said. Sam looked out the window as the night sky quickly poured over the house.

Shit.

"S-Scott." Kira stammered as she glared out the window. Scott's eyes widened as he looked at Sam. She shook her head at him, giving confirmation that it wasn't her.

"Who the hell is this?" His dad suddenly asked as he stared behind the teens into the living room. Scott and Sam turned around to see one of the demonic warriors standing there.

Shit.

"Dad! No!", Scott warned. His dad continued to walk towards him. "Dad, wait!", Scott cried. In one swift movement, the warrior shoved a sword through McCall's shoulder. Kira let out a piercing scream as Sam stood defensively.

"Dad!", Scott yelled as his father fell to the ground. The teens rushed over to the man as the warrior readied himself.

His dad's white shirt pooled with dark red blood that continued to seep into the fabric.

Sam glared back at the warrior and whispered to Melissa. "Melissa, take him out of here."

The woman dragged her injured husband away as Scott and Sam readied themselves against the warrior.

They jumped as the front door slammed open and Derek slid into the house, a loud growl erupting from his bared fangs.

The warrior aimed his sword at Derek, who growled once more. Scott joined Derek in the fight.

"The ash!", Scott yelled at his mother as Sam took Melissa's place to put pressure on his dad's wound. The older woman ran to get the substance.

Glancing at Kira, Sam saw another warrior appear behind her. "Kira, get down!" Sam yelled. Just as she turned around, the living room window shattered as the twins busted in the house. They growled and began fighting the warrior, finally throwing it out the window with Scott's help.

"Mom, now! Do it now!", Scott screamed at his mother once Derek managed to finally throw out the warrior from the home. Melissa threw down a glass jar of mountain ash across the threshold.

They all panted, watching as the warriors stood outside the barrier, not able to come in. The twins stood by the doorframe, lowly growling at the warriors as Melissa came back to take Sam's place. Sam ran and got a towel, so Scott's dad didn't bleed out everywhere.

Kira walked over to the door and nervously looked into their yellow eyes. She looked down to the Mountain Ash barrier and back up to the creatures.

She brought her hand up to the invisible wall but quickly retracted it as if it burned her.

They all looked at her in shock as she just gave confirmation that she was indeed something supernatural. They peered at her with curiosity. Sam walked over to Scott. "It's working, I guess."

She made a mental note to thank Deaton as he had installed a mountain ash security system into the home after the situation with Jennifer. He replaced the floors and lined the outside of the home with mountain ash.

"Are you okay?", Scott asked, looking at Sam's bloodied hands. "It's not my blood.", Sam said, glancing at Scott's dad.

Sam walked over to the kitchen sink, hurriedly washing her hands from the blood that stained them.

"All the baseboards are ash wood?", Derek asked.

"Yeah, it was Deaton's idea…where the hell did you come from?", Scott finally asked.

Wait… that's right. Derek had just burst into the house out of nowhere. But although... appearing out of nowhere was Derek Hale's specialty.

"I've been following you.", Derek casually answered. He'd been following Scott? How long was that?

"For how long?", Scott and Sam asked simultaneously.

"All day.", Derek answered. He walked away, leaving Scott and Sam to look at each other in shock.

"I'm so done with today.", Sam muttered to Scott, shaking her head and finally drying her hands.

"Scott, this isn't good!", Melissa yelled from where she had moved his father. Scott ran over and kneeled by his mom.

Sam walked up to Derek. "We need to get Scott's dad out of here."

"If we go outside, we're dead. Our best bet is whatever we can do in here.", he said.

"Melissa doesn't have shit for these types of situations.", Sam hissed. Sam let out a heavy sigh, feeling her heart race as she looked at the scene. Sam didn't wanna put another person to rest because of their issues. It wasn't right.

Those things want one of them. If it wasn't Derek, the twins or her, it had to be Scott or Kira. They couldn't let them get either of them, but they couldn't let Scott's dad die.

He's pretty irritating, but Scott would never want that as much as he can't stand his dad.

"Sam, calm down.", Derek whispers. Sam shook her head. "We can't let him die.", she whispers.

"You can't save everyone.", Derek said.

"I can't– I don't wanna keep letting this happen. It's happening right in front us and we're not doing a thing.", Sam rushed, gravelly.

He grabbed her shoulders. "Look, we're gonna get him some help. Right now, we can only survive here."

"See! She can't go through it either. So, what are you?", Aiden's voice grabs them.

"She's a Kitsune, idiot.", Derek stated, making the twins look at him in confusion. "Use your eyes.", he shrugged as he let go of her. "You can see it all around her. The younger ones give off an aura. She just hasn't learned how to conceal it yet. She probably doesn't know what kind she is either."

Sam turned to Kira. "Are they after you, yes or no?"

"I-I don't know.", she stuttered.

"Don't play with me, Kira. I'm giving you a chance, speak now.", Sam says, and look at Aiden. "Next time, don't threaten her."

"I wasn't going to hurt her.", he defended.

"Not yet.", Derek muttered.

"Why do you think we're here, Derek? For a study group? We're here to protect Scott.", Aiden declared.

"We're trying to fight for him.", Ethan added.

"I'm sure you are. I'm sure you'd kill for him. But are you willing to die for him?", Derek asked, unimpressed. The twins looked at each other. Seeing as they weren't going to answer, Derek let out a sarcastic huff and walked away.

Sam knelt on the floor and sighed as she placed her hands on the floor. She closed her eyes.

"What're you doing?", Ethan asked, and she hushed him. She used her senses to feel the perimeter of the house and nearby houses on the street since it was night.

It was just them. Only the few warriors that stood outside were around them. It settled her, but not entirely. They may not have shadows, but they're not hidden from the moonlight.

Her eyes shot open as she felt the floor shake. She looked at the door to see a blue light rippling as the warrior banged on the mountain ash barrier with its sword.

Sam frowned and stood up.

"What are they doing?", Scott asked Ethan. "Testing for weakness.", the twin answered.

Her eyes narrowed at the two figures as she took a step forward, jumping as their swords continuously banged on the barrier as it shook the house.

"You're shitting…", she mutters, watching the warrior jab the tip of its sword into the barrier, only pushing it enough to see the blue light that appeared from the force.

They're really trying to get in. The blue light began to weaken as they continued to push forcefully against the obstacle.

Sam lifted her hand, taking her own shadow and blocked the doorway as much as she could.

"Guys," Ethan started, stepping back, "we have a problem." One of the warriors began pushing with his hand and it turned into a small opening that was slowly growing bigger and bigger, closing in on her own barrier.

It was nighttime so Sam's powers shouldn't be weak. It could stop one from getting in, but the others…

Scott quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Allison, please tell me that you have something.", he said into the phone. "They're here, they're trying to get in and it looks like they're gonna be able to do it."

"A Nogitsune.", Scott said, and Sam looked at him confused as Derek looked towards the back door seeing another one trying to get in. Sam looked at the back door and created another barrier, pushing it at the warrior.

"Just…tell me what else.", Scott said back into the phone.

"I'm right, aren't I?", Kira asked Scott. "They're looking for me."

"They're looking for a dark spirit." Scott clarified, hanging up the phone. "And I know it's not you."

"Scott, we're going to have to do something.", Derek called as the Oni broke the barrier and stepped inside. Sam stepped back, pushing the barrier further.

"Don't do anything.", Scott said, stepping up.

"Is he serious?", Aiden asked, incredulously. Sam backed away, reluctantly letting down the barrier in front her.

"I said, don't do anything.", Scott repeated, and Derek pulled Sam back as Scott walked over to Kira, holding his hand out to her. "Trust me."

They were in front of them now and two of the Oni grabbed both of them and stared into their eyes.

Suddenly both Scott and Kira fell, making the warriors finally leave.

When they left, they finally got Scott's dad to the hospital.

"We'll find Stiles.", Scott said to his mom, pulling Sam away as they ran down every hall to find our friend.

As they searched, Sam heard a thud and led Scott over to a door, leading into a surgical room, they opened the door and saw Stiles standing there, his back facing his friends.

"Stiles?", Sam called. "You okay?" Stiles turned to his friends, looking at both of them.

"Yeah, fine. What's been going on?", he asked, curious. Sam smiled in relief, pulling him in for a hug. "The hell are you doing in here? C'mon, kid.", Sam says, leading them out of the room.

After the whole issue with the Oni and looking for Stiles, Sam finally went home again and tried to get some sleep.

A buzzing sound came from her desk, and she got up to go over to it. She saw her phone lighting up with Stiles' picture and answered the phone.

"Yes, Stiles?", Sam answered, rubbing her eyes. He didn't say anything, but she could hear soft huffs. She swallowed, instantly feeling nervous. "Stiles?"

"Sam?", Stiles whispered, his voice cracking like he was trying to stifle his cry and settled his breath.

"Yeah, I'm here. What's the matter? Are you okay? Can you hear me?", Sam asked, getting up to put on some pants as she felt herself sweat with dread. Sam hasn't heard him sound like this. Ever.

"Sam, I don't– I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking.", she heard him say.

"Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see.", Sam says, trying to ease him but she can hear him pant softly.

"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my–" The line clicked, and she looked at her phone screen to see the line disconnect. She took a deep breath as she speed dialed his number again but got his voicemail.

Sam sighed harshly as her eyes quickly blurred with tears once she dialed his number again.

"C'mon, Stiles." Voicemail again.

Sam tried to calm herself down as she kept calling his phone. "This better be a fucking prank.", she whimpers, shakily.

Her phone lit up and Stiles' face appeared again. She hurriedly answered it. "Stiles?"

"Sam, I don't think I can get out of here.", he sounded panicked.

Sam quickly put on shoes. "Where do you think you are, Sti? What do you see?"

He whimpered. "I can't move."

"Stiles, where are you?", Sam repeated.

"I don't know. I don't know, it's too dark. I can't see much and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. And it's. . . I think it's bleeding."

"How bad? Stiles, how bad is it?", Sam pressed, leaning on her desk as he wouldn't answer. "Stiles, are you there? Can you hear me?", Sam asked, trying to calm herself down for him.

"Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering.", she hears him croak.

"Okay, listen. I'm gonna call your dad."

"No, no, no, no, don't."

"But your dad–"

"Don't. Just– please don't call him. Promise you won't. He already worries about me too much. Sam, please.", he whimpered.

"Stiles, I-I can't make a promise like that. You have to tell me where to find you.", she whimpered, standing straight and gripping the hem of her shirt as tears rolled down her face.

"No, no, no, just please," Stiles sniffled as he began sobbing, begging her. "Please don't call him. Just come find me. You can do it. You and Scott can do it. He doesn't have to know. Sam, you and Scott can find me."

"I don't know where you are, Stiles. Please.", Sam begged. Stiles sniffled again, sounding hurried. "I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off."

"Stiles, no."

"I'm gonna call you back."

"No, Stiles, no! Stiles!", Sam looked at her phone as he hung up. She ran out of the house, heading over to Scott's, calling him on her phone.

His groggy voice answered. "Hello?"

"Scott, it's Stiles! I don't know what's happening to him!", she cried and heard him quickly shuffling to get up. She parked outside his house, hurrying over to the door as he yelled for Isaac.

They met up with her downstairs. Before she could even explain, she felt her phone vibrate again and quickly pulled out her phone as Stiles' face popped up. "Stiles?" She answered as Scott and Isaac crowded around her to listen to the conversation.

"Did you call him?", Stiles questioned her, rushed. "Did you call my dad?"

"No. Just Isaac and Scott. We're coming to find you. Can you figure out where you are? I need you to tell me.", Sam rushed.

"It's a basement. I think… I think I'm in some kind of basement."

"In a house?"

"No. It looks bigger. Like industrial. I think there's a furnace. But it's cold. It's freezing down here. I gotta turn the... I gotta turn the phone off. It's going to die."

"Stiles, no! Tell me what else do you see?", Sam urged.

"The phone's dying, Sam. I can't talk. I have to go. Please…", he sniffled, suddenly quieting his voice. Sam heart dropped at his sudden change in tone. She covered her mouth in fear. "Stiles, why are you whispering?", Sam whimpered.

"Because I think there's someone in here with me.", he said before hanging up.

Scott, Isaac and Sam rushed to Stiles' house to get a scent but when they opened the door to his bedroom, Lydia and Aiden were already standing in the middle of the room. They turned to the three when they heard them come in.

"How did you know?", Scott questioned Lydia. "Did he call you too?"

"I heard it.", Lydia said.

"Don't ask.", Aiden said. "It gets more confusing when you ask."

"Okay.", Isaac nodded.

"Not as confusing as this." Lydia turned back around, and Sam looked past her to see Stiles' back wall covered in crime scene photos and newspaper clippings.

Each photo had a red string that was tied tightly to a pair of rings that had a pair of scissors stabbed into the middle of each and into Stiles' mattress. "He uses red for unsolved cases.", Sam says, looking at the bed.

"Maybe he thinks he's a part of an unsolved case?", Aiden suggested.

"Or is an unsolved case.", Isaac corrected.

"Hold on.", Lydia said as she turned back to them. "Is he still out there? You don't know where he is?"

"He said he was in an industrial basement somewhere.", Sam rushed, wiping her eyes.

"We came here to get a better scent.", Isaac said.

"What else did he say?", Lydia asked.

"Something's wrong with his leg.", Sam spoke. "It's bleeding."

"And he's freezing.", Scott said.

"Tonight's the coldest night of the year.", Aiden said. "It's going to drop into the twenties."

Sam covered her face, feeling her eyes water again. Her best friend was out there bleeding and cold. The only lead they had was a basement.

"What did his dad say?" Lydia's plump lips pursed in frustration.

"We kind of didn't tell him yet." Scott sheepishly admitted.

Her eyes widened. "Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad?"

"He made me promise not to. We can find him by scent! If he was sleepwalking, he couldn't have gotten far. Right?", Sam asked, hopeful.

"You guys didn't notice his Jeep's gone, did you?", Aiden frowned looking at them.

"Did you check the garage?", Sam asked. He nodded.

"You promised you wouldn't call his dad. I didn't." Lydia shook her head.

"Lydia, you can't. His dad's under enough stress already.", Sam said, stepping up.

"I can get more help. I can call Derek, Allison—"

"Everyone except for the cops! Great idea!"

"He made me promise not to!", Sam yelled.

"You guys realize she only gets these feelings when someone's about to die, right?", Aiden recalled.

Sam felt nauseous. She didn't like breaking her promises to Stiles. They had to get help, though.

"You don't have to call his dad." Scott started.

Sam looked down. "She's right, Scott, we do." Scott shook his head. "It's five minutes to the station."

"I'll catch up.", Lydia whispered.

"What? Why?", Scott questioned.

"There is something here.", she said.

"Yeah, evidence of total insanity.", Isaac said, looking around.

"We can figure out what's wrong with him after we keep him from freezing to death. Call me if you find anything, please.", Sam told Lydia. Scott, Isaac, and Sam ran off and ran to their vehicles to get to the station as fast as they could.

Deputy Parrish called Sheriff Stilinski in along with the other supervisory deputy on duty. Scott explained what happened while Sam stayed beside him, watching as Sheriff was shaking while trying to stay as calm as possible.

He was worried for his son just as much as they were.

"If his jeep is gone, that's where we start. Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ5 Jeep. Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sublevel, any building he could have gotten in to while sleepwalking. It's the coldest night of the year so far so if he's out there, barefoot in just a t-shirt he could already be hypothermic. Let's move fast, let's think fast.", Sheriff ordered.

He turned to Isaac and Scott and told the two of them to come with him. The two of them walked into an office together and shut the door.

Sam sat down as she buried her head in her hands, her leg bouncing with severe anxiousness.

"It's Sam, right?", Parrish quietly spoke up. Sam looked up at the deputy and nodded.

"Are you okay?", he kindly asked.

"Aside from being scared shitless at the fact that my best friend is on the brink of freezing and bleeding to death? Peachy.", she swallowed.

"I'm sorry. I can't reassure you more than that but we're going to find your friend. Stiles is gonna be okay.", he assured.

"Thanks, Parrish.", Sam sniffled.

"Jordan.", he introduced with a smile. "You can call me Jordan."

"Thanks, Jordan.", she gave a weak smile. The phone on his desk began ringing and his attention was taken from her to the line.

"Beacon Hills Sheriff Department.", he answered. After a few seconds he hung up. He got up from his desk and ran into the room where Sheriff, Scott, and Isaac were talking.

"We got it, sir. We found the Jeep.", he told the older Stilinski.

Stiles would never leave the jeep too far behind. It was something, but it wasn't enough.

The Jeep had been found in the hospital parking lot. Cops were rushing through the buildings in search of the missing boy.

Every floor was occupied even though the basement was the area that needed the most searching. When Sam arrived at the hospital in her car, Derek had texted her saying he was waiting on the roof. She rushed up there with Scott and Isaac.

"He's not here. Not anymore.", Derek stated, looking down to the parking lot.

"The whole building?", Sam asked.

"Gone.", he answered. Sam walked past Derek to the edge of the roof. She forced out a breath as she shook her head. They were losing time.

"Do you notice how strong the scent is up here? Have you ever heard of chemo-signals?", Derek asked Scott. "Chemical signals that communicate emotion. Just how our sweat can give off anger, fear, disgust. Take a deep breath and tell me what you feel."

"Stress.", Scott answered.

"Anxiety.", Derek added.

"We all know Stiles has anxiety issues but why would he come here to deal with them?", Sam pressed.

"I don't know. There was definitely some kind of struggle.", Derek said. "Who could be fighting with Stiles?", Sam asked.

"He was fighting himself.", Derek said.

"Fighting with himself?", Sam asked Derek in disbelief. What the hell was Stiles going through? Why didn't he say anything?

Derek headed to the school, Isaac was out in search of Allison, and Scott and Sam had stayed with the Sheriff to calm his nerves.

She wasn't much help at that.

They got a call from Lydia saying that he was at Eichen House. They had a basement. It made sense now. That was the mental institution Barrow was committed to.

Scott, Sheriff Stilinski, and Sam rushed over there to find Lydia and Aiden standing in front of the metal gates of the institution. They all barged into the asylum, the Sheriff demanding access to all basements in the facility.

They went through the eerie hallways until they found the basement access door. Sheriff switched his flashlight on and opened the door for all of them to rush down the stairs.

"Stiles?", Lydia called.

"Stiles, where are you?", Sam called, looking around the dark basement. It felt...frighteningly familiar. The basement was filled with a lot of things, but Stiles wasn't here.

He said he was bleeding, and she couldn't even smell blood. He also said he was freezing, and this place was definitely cold. Her breath picked up. "Stiles?"

Sam turned to the red head. "Lydia, where is he? You said he was here!", she yelled. The red head was looking around in fear as they all swarmed in on her.

"Lydia?", Scott asked.

"I don't get it. This has to be it!", she whispered, looking around.

"Lydia.", Sheriff called. "Where is he? Where is he?", he screamed at her. Lydia flinched, holding back her own tears. "I'm sorry.", Sheriff Stilinski instantly apologized.

"I don't understand.", she murmured. "He should be here..."

Now that Sam thought about it, she didn't feel his shadow at all. Everyone's shadow holds a different energy or presence. Sam should've felt it from the beginning. She thought back to where she tested Stiles' shadow at school after he gave her the bag of candy.

She was testing his shadow, but she was also messing with him since Scott was so worried about Kira. Sam didn't think to sense his shadow at all before she ran in here.

Tears instantly bubbled in her eyes.

"He's not here.", Sam whimpered as she pushed out of the room, running out to the halls to the front door.

"Sam." Scott burst out of the front doors, trying to catch his breath as he stopped her. "My mom. She found Stiles."

Scott, Lydia, Melissa, Agent McCall, and Sam all sat beside the nurse's station waiting for Sheriff Stilinski to come back from talking with Stiles. He was in ICU, and they didn't know much but what Melissa told them shook Sam.

They found him in the coyote den Scott had found Malia Tate in. His leg was bleeding because he ended up getting himself caught onto a steel jaw trap. Sheriff Stilinski came walking up to them, causing Scott, Lydia, and Sam to stand up.

"He's sleeping now and he's fine. He doesn't remember much, it's been like a dream to him.", Sheriff's eyes shifted to the ground and then up to Mr. McCall who thought of where Stiles was. "Thank you.", he whispered.

"It was that repellent we sprayed in the coyote den to keep other animals out. I couldn't go near it without my eyes watering. It's a good thing he mentioned it on the phone.", McCall said. Repellent...?

"It was more than that. Thank you."

"It was a lucky connection.", Scott's dad disagreed. Sam frowned deeply at his attitude.

"McCall, will you shut up please and accept my sincerest gratitude?", Sheriff asked.

"Accepted."

McCall took his hand to the Sheriff, and they shook on it.

"Alright you three, you've got school in less than six hours. Go home and go to sleep.", Melissa rubbed Sam's back.

"Alright.", Scott sighed, pausing as he noticed Sam stared at Stiles.

She was scared. Scared to leave him. If she left him for a moment, he'd leave again. She was sure of it.

"I wanna wait here till he wakes up.", Sam said, looking at Scott. He looked at her worriedly. "You need sleep, though."

Sam shook her head. "I wanna stay." He walked over and gave her a tight hug. "He'll be okay. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself once he does, yeah?"

Sam nodded her head quietly.

Scott pulled away and she looked back at Stiles. He was asleep. He looked peaceful. If she stayed, he'd be safe. He'd be here. At least she hoped. She sat down outside on the cold linoleum tiled floor and wrapped her arms around her knees.

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