god TRIED to nerf me by giving me ADD/ADHD

The prison loomed in the distance like a rusted beast made of iron and misery. Chains rattled endlessly somewhere in the fog while ghosts scattered out of Danny’s way the moment they spotted him.

Walker himself appeared almost immediately.

“Lord Phantom,” Walker greeted stiffly, eye twitching like it physically pained him to be respectful.

Danny gave him a lazy salute. “Walker. Any riots? Escape attempts? Illegal soul harvesting rings?”

“Only three this week.”

Danny snorted quietly and continued walking through the massive prison halls, half-listening as Walker listed updates about inmates, contraband, and a smuggling operation involving cursed playing cards.

Then Danny stopped dead.

His body just… halted.

Like every instinct he had suddenly slammed into a wall.

Down in the cafeteria, surrounded by dead warlords, failed tyrants, and extradimensional criminals, sat a living human.

An older man with sharp green eyes and a white streaks in dark hair, perfect posture despite the prison uniform.

Danny’s core went ice cold.

Walker noticed immediately. “Lord Phantom?”

Danny didn’t answer at first.

Because there was no way.

No fucking way.

But Danny knew that face.

He remembered that face looking down at him with complete indifference.

He remembered being ten years old and realizing, in those final moments, that this man had never loved him at all.

“…Walker,” Danny said quietly.

Walker straightened.

“Who,” Danny asked with terrifying calm, “is the Mortal?”

“Oh. Ra’s al Ghul,” Walker answered. “Imprisoned for the illegal misuse and contamination of Lazarus Waters across multiple realms.”

Danny stared.

Then he laughed.

It was sharp. Breathless. Wrong.

Several nearby ghosts immediately pretended they had somewhere else to be.

“Oh,” Danny murmured. “Oh, this is rich.”

His eyes flared green.

Not the bright, clean ectoplasmic green most ghosts associated with Phantom.

This was darker.

Sickly.

The color of corrupted Lazarus Waters.

Walker took one instinctive step backward.

Every survival instinct he had developed over centuries screamed at him to leave immediately and pretend he had never seen anything.

Unfortunately, it was his prison.

Phantom started walking again.

Slowly.

The cafeteria quieted almost immediately as inmates noticed him approaching. Conversations died mid-sentence. Trays stopped moving.

Ra’s looked up at the disturbance with visible annoyance.

Then confusion.

Because the being walking toward him looked young, young enough to be almost insulting.

Tall now, broad-shouldered, clad in black and white with space itself curling unnaturally through the edges of his aura — but still young.

And furious.

“Ra’s al Ghul,” Phantom said pleasantly.

The room went still at the tone.

“Well,” Phantom continued, smiling without warmth, “this is a surprise.”

Ra’s narrowed his eyes. “Should I know you?”

Phantom’s smile widened.

“You know,” Phantom said conversationally, “that answer honestly hurts my feelings a little.”

Ra’s opened his mouth, but he never got to speak.

One second he was sitting down.

The next, his face slammed into the metal cafeteria table hard enough to crater it.

The sound echoed through the entire prison.

Several inmates screamed.

One ghost in the back dropped his lunch tray and whispered, “Oh, thank Ancients it’s not me this time.”

Phantom had Ra’s pinned before anyone could react, one hand twisted into the man’s hair while his other pressed him against the ruined table.

“Don’t worry,” Phantom called casually over his shoulder. “I’ll fix the table later.”

Walker stared at the destroyed table.

“…You always say that.”

“I usually mean it.”

Ra’s struggled violently beneath him. Phantom barely had to use force anymore. Twenty years old in human age meant very little when his existence had become something vast and ancient enough to make lesser ghosts instinctively lower their heads around him.

Phantom shoved Ra’s to the floor instead.

Hard.

Then planted a boot against his throat.

The entire cafeteria watched in horrified silence.

Because Phantom was kind.

Phantom negotiated treaties.

Phantom gave second chances.

Phantom once sat through a forty-hour mediation between two warlords because one had allegedly “stolen the other’s emotional support leviathan.”

This?

This was something else.

Phantom looked down at Ra’s with open hatred.

Not rage.

Not blind fury.

Hatred aged over ten long years.

Carefully preserved.

“Walker,” Phantom said calmly, never taking his eyes off Ra’s, “how much money would it take to transfer custody of this inmate to me?”

“What?”

Phantom finally glanced back. “I asked how much.”

Walker blinked.

Then blinked again.

Because somehow that was the part that disturbed him most. Phantom — the paragon of individual rights and resident goodie-two-shoes — would never ask something like, "How much money do you want for him?" as if this were a slave market.

Pointdexter slowly raised a hand from one of the cafeteria tables. “Uh… Lord Phantom? Respectfully? What the fuck is happening?”

Phantom ignored him.

Ra’s finally managed to rasp out, “Who… are you?”

Phantom stared at him.

Actually stared.

And his grip tightened slightly against Ra’s throat.

"Seriously? You don't recognize me even after all the hints I gave you?" Phantom mocked. "Don't you remember how you treated me? Like a punching bag? Like a spare? Don't you remember putting your foot on my neck until I died, only to use my body like some twisted kind of footrest?!"

Ra’s went still.

Walker’s expression changed instantly.

“Oh,” Pointdexter whispered faintly.

Phantom’s voice never rose.

That somehow made it worse.

“No,” he breathed, face going pale.

Recognition finally hit him.

“Oh,” Phantom mocked quietly, smiling. “There it is.”

“…Tariq?”

The name sounded wrong coming from him.

Phantom’s eyes glowed violently green.

Green told us that Orange only killed Lime, so I'm gonna assume that Green killed everyone else. I do find it most likely to be true, Green's manipulation and acting abilities are good.

1. WHITE

White likely stayed in nav, since they were used to doing nothing during emergencies.

Green slipped away between these two shots to kill White

Okay I have no idea why White came from the bottom door and not the right door (which would be closer to nav). I think this was just done for the scene.

2. BLUE

This hallway is right outside of security, so Green would be able to see when Purple has exited the cameras so Green can kill Blue unseen.

I'm unsure if Green would have used the reactor vent or the security vent. Ingame, Green would have to use the electrical or security vent to get to medbay, so Green could've walked into security after Purple and used the vent in there.

but Lime literally vents from cafeteria to reactor in the intro so it could just be that all the vents are all connected to each other in this version

3. LIME

okay. we all saw the kill. Lime obviously randomly exploded for no reason.

Ok but actually Black and Cyan went to have emotions, leaving Orange alone to find Lime.

BUT! I will say that Green didn't kill Lime because Red had just left Green in reactor!!! If a body turned up in reactor and Green was the last person seen in there, that'd be suspicious.

also take this caption typo

4. CYAN

Green slipped through the suspicious newly placed vent during Purple's backstory stuff, leaving their crewmate body behind. Green took the vent to electricity, killed Yellow, then slipped back to o2.

5. YELLOW

evidence likely planted by Green during this sequence NEXTTT

6. BROWN

hey Green you're looking suspiciously saggy over there. Almost like an empty costume.

anyways I think Green exited their crewmate body, used the cafeteria vent nearby to vent to the Kitchen, then killed Brown.

7. Black

Everyone was separated, letting Green kill Black alone.