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In the Wayne household it was well-known that Alfred Pennyworth's word was law. It was much less well-known the circumstances that their beloved butler had grown up it. Alfred was raised by his paternal grandmother, Danielle "Elle" Pennyworth, nĂŠe Fenton.
While Danny's obsession with protection led him to stay in Amity Park until every tie he had to the place joined him in the Ghost Zone, Dani's obsession with freedom led her to do anything but stay in the same place.
She moved all over Earth, then to space, then to the realms, and finally to other dimensions. When Dani found herself stuck in a dimension very similar to her own, except a couple hundred years in the past, she knew Clockwork had something to do with it. She wanted to curse him out, her obsession was freedom and Dani did not do well caged.
It turned out to not matter too much because after a year or so trapped in the dimension Dani found herself going by the name Elle Pennyworth with a baby boy on the way.
Time flew by fast and her husband had died, content enough with his life that he didn't leave behind a ghost. Elle was heartbroken, but knew a peaceful death was what he wanted.
Her son had a son himself, Alfred was his name. Elle promised herself she would be the best grandmother she could be. That turned out to be a promise she had to fulfill sooner rather than later.
Her son and his wife had died only a couple of years after baby Alfred was born, disease apparently. It didn't take her long to notice that little Freddie had taken after her more ghostly half.
He was always appearing in places he wasn't supposed to and he was far more empathetic than most any human she had ever met. Elle taught him to control his more inhuman aspects and made sure that he would never forget etiquette.
"Being able to know how people are feeling is easy for those like us," she would tell him, "but knowing how to help those that aren't feeling well whether it be physical, mental, or emotional that's difficult."
"Why do we help them then?" Little Freddie would ask, before he knew the words she had spoken by heart and the answer to his own question was carved into his soul.
"Because difficult means there's something you're fighting for, and helping means that you care."
Alfred would repeat those same words to little Brucie when he was little and to all of his many many children. He would give a small smile as he said it, Granny Elle would love to know how much her great great grandchildren took after her brother.
He couldn't wait for Granny Elle and Great Uncle Danny to meet his many grandchildren. It would be a bit awkward to explain how they both still looked like they were in their teens though. Alfred only kept up the illusion of aging because he hadn't found a good time to tell his family he wasn't as human as they thought.
Ellie grinned as she saw her Grandson waiting for her and Danny. He looked so much like her husband had before he passed. Pennyworth men always aged well. Her Freddie had grandchildren of his own now! Oh she couldn't wait to spoil them rotten with affection. Danny was looking forward to meeting her boy properly for the first time. Sure they had spent brief moments together, but not in years! Danny had been so busy in the Realms protecting his people. She had some travelling to make up for. Time slipped away as it does. And all of a sudden she's a great great Grand-Mother! Great great! Times two! Which meant she had years of spoiling to make up for poor Brucie!
She felt the gentle call of his core, (Affection-mischief-love-missed you) before they reached him of course. She knew she must be grinning madly, given the wide berth people were giving her and Danny. Ah well, made it easier to reach her Freddie! She couldn't help but admire the quiet confidence he projected, the way he owned his surroundings. His suit was impeccable as always. She engulfed him in a hug as soon as she reached him, pulling back only to gently touch his cheeks.
Ellie: You look even more like your Grand-Father every time I see you! You remember your Grunkle Danny in sure! We managed to line things up to spend a few years in this dimension at least.
Danny smothered a laugh as Ellie bombarded the poor man with verbal affection. He gently touched her elbow to guide her to the car his nephew had arrived in. Still chattering and not letting him answer at all. He shot his nephew a look of amusement, which Alfred returned, but with a certain warmth to the look. Danny let his sister have the front seat. She had gotten side tracked the last two decades and had missed Alfred fiercely. Danny wasn't going to interrupt. Besides, ghosts were empaths. They could have a 'chat' that way.
He couldn't help but let out an impressed whistle seeing the estate they arrived at. Alfred's boy had inherited a nice place. It certainly looked like a great place to raise a hoard of rambunctious vigilantes. Which hmm... How much did the kids know? That was something to ask. He coughed lightly to get a chance to talk.
Danny: How much do the kids know about us? I mean, we know they are the Bats. Do they know we know or?
Alfred: Ah. I must confess that. Well... I may not have spoken of my less than human origin. At first Master Bruce was simply too young. Then he ran off to travel the world and train. And then the fool boy threw himself into fighting criminals and rogues. Between that and him adopting so many, various end of the world crises and familial drama? I just... Never quite got around to it.
Ellie: Freddie. Are we walking into a situation where they don't know I'm your Grandma? And you let it stay that way knowing I was being Danny?!!
The pair felt the sheer mischief that radiates off Alfred hearing he question.
Alfred: Well. Given the sheer amount of times they have attempted to give me a heart attack? I felt perhaps I could make use of the timing.
Danny felt a grin split his face, one he knew Ellie would mirror. Oh this was gonna be fun.
Ellie grinned wide at the chaos such a simple exchange caused. Danny was by her side cackling madly, while her Freddie just smirked. She patted poor Brucie on the shoulder. Poor boy just had his understanding of his Father figure changed drastically.
Ellie: I know this is a shock sweetheart. Freddie really should have mentioned he wasn't entirely human by now. Me and you Grunkle Danny bought gifts for you and the kids! Now the truth is out we can spoil my Great-Great-Grandkids!!
She heard Dick whisper 'Grunkle?' In a shocked tone, poor Jason was just staring at Freddie. Tim and Cass seemed to be working on a list of questions. And poor Damian looked to be working himself into a small snit. Hmm, better to head that off.
Ellie: Now! We worked with Freddie to make sure the gifts were appropriate and useful!
Danny grabbed at the air and tore a portal to the storage room. The boxes all dropped to the floor, coloured for each child. Choosing to colour the boxes simply made it easier to hand out. No faffing about reading labels.
The boxes were floated to the recipients, and warily opened. Danny suspected the only reason they were trusted at all was Alfred's presence. Damian at least seemed pleased by the new blades. Each box contained at least one weapon that could handle ghosts. Danny had made them to Alfred's specifications. It was bound to be amusing when they read the cards describing how they worked.
Danny: Fred told us how Brucie likes to ensure everyone's safety. So your box also includes a file about our species. Including some schematics for defensive weapons. Not that it's likely you will ever come across others. I do my best to ensure our people don't mess about in other dimenions.
Alfred: Thank you Uncle. I do appreciate that. I know giving out ways to harm us can be difficult for you.
Danny: Fred, it's different giving these to another protector. You know that. Anyway, you should drop your glamour some time. If only so you can bail this lot out under cover!
Dick: Glamour?!
Ellie: You didn't think he actually looked his age did you? I'm nearing 150 after all!
Alfred: I think I look quite dashing this way thank you! Still, they deserve to see I suppose.
All of the Wayne's turned to stare at Alfred. Who sighed and shifted to his base form. Ellie smiled, seeing him as he looked when he first graduated school was a bittersweet reminder of when she met her husband.
Ellie: You look just like your Grandfather did when I met him. My handsome Grandson!
Danny: I mean, he got everything else from our side of the family at least?
Once the shock wore off? All of the kids started shouting and asking questions at once. Alfred just sighed and rolled his eyes. He supposed he deserved this for keeping secrets. But still, he had been a spy. Why were they do shocked he managed to hide this?
Alfred: One at a time. I may not be entirely human, but I still can't understand you when you about over each other life this.
Everyone starts shouting except Cass. Who just signs out 'I knew it' cause she could tell based on body language that Elle and Danny weren't human. And that Elle maternal feelings for Alfred.
Well, she knew something. Frankly she was thinking Alfred's Mom had come to visit. But close enough to brag about. She is happily playing with all the gifts from her box. She got some pretty nice toys. The fact that Grunkle Danny made them all makes it even better. The weighted blanket with charms on it? BEST present. Grandma Ellie made that. The note said it had healing magic attached. For when she got injured. So she could snuggle up safe and warm. It had her suit and hero name on it too! Special hand made Grandma merch!!! It was so going on her bed right away.
Alfred is enjoying the mischief, but does notice Master Bruce feels conflicted. Due to the length of time the secret was hidden. Also likely due to not figuring it out himself. Alfred will talk with him later. He knows they will quickly realise how he always knows when they are plotting mischief, or hiding injuries. Now they know he is an empath. It should be amusing to see how they try to work around that.
Reminder that THIS YEAR makes 2,069 years since Caesar died. I know everyone celebrated it last year but that math was wrong because there is no year 0, so you always subtract 1 when calculating AD to BC.
So if you accidentally celebrated 2,069 years last year, congrats, you get to celebrate it again!!!
23 people out of 60 conspirators stabbing their assassin target is funny
Like 4 people out of 60 stabbing the guy 23 times a lot funnier and every group project ever
But if it was 1 guy out 60 people who agreed on joint assassination who did all 23 stabs himself is both hilarious and concerning for the remaining 59
Just imagine 59 guys standing around awkwardly with their knives while Brutus is going to town and treating Caesar like a needle felting project and crying
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Not his core cold, or winter cold, more like a âwalking around without clothes coldâ.
Skulker was right, at the end.
He got his pelt, and nowâŚ
Well, Danny was walking around without skin. Hence, the cold.
He wasnât really worried, it would grow back like his missing organs did when the GIW emptied him out.
Long story short, Skulker was a bitch, he should probably find a way to stop dripping with blood (and possibly a coat) and try to figure out where he ended up after taking the wrong portal while escaping.
He was doing well at this point, he thought. The city he was in was gloomy and humid, which was nice since he was starting to dry out pretty fast.
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If you follow someone there's a little button at the top of their blog that looks like a bell that will send you notifications when they post. I'm betting these people accidentally clicked that button.
Jason's pit rage fueled revenge plans didn't last long after meeting Danny. After getting some clean ecto in him his head just felt clearer; his emotions felt like his own again. Jason, of course, still worked on establishing himself as Red Hood and as a Crime Lord, but antagonizing the bats was put on hold.
Don't get him wrong though he was still furious at Bruce for everything that he did and didn't do. None of his previous plans just felt right anymore. Jason was just thankful that Danny was around to talk to, and to help him rethink his revenge plans.
Which is how Jason finds himself and Danny sneaking into the batcave at a time he knows no one should be home. Bruce is at the office, Alred is out running chores, Dick is in Bludhaven, and Tim is at school.
Operation: Glitter is a go! This is going to be fun.
Jason deciding to go hard on the paranoia making huh? After all someone managed to sneak into the Batcave!!! Without tripping any alarms. Leaving no clues. Footage all corrupted. Bruce is having the worst week. He knows it wasn't Tim or Dick. Alfred would never. It's too childish for any of his rogues, who would leave clues. Babs has if He says of making her displeasure known.
Bruce may be freaking out. Tim on the other hand? Tim has a mystery to solve!!! He can prove his worth!
Danny and Jason? Having a grand time coming up with petty vengeance. Itching powder in all Batman's socks? Next time. Glitter in the Batmobile? Check.
Jason places the small device under the Batmobile. Tiny, but packed with firepower.
Dannyâs hovering over him, keeping lookout with his enhanced senses.
Jasonâs hacked into the Bats comm line, distantly listening in as he screws it in tighter, fiddles with a couple wires, and tugs it for good measure.
everythingâs secure, the device is placed.
âETA, two minutes.â A whisper by his neck, Danny glancing periodically at the rooftops.
Jason finishes up, packs up his tools in record time, just quick enough for Danny to turn them invisible.
âUp we go.â He whispers again. Heâs trying to be quiet, Jason knows, but heâs sure that, if Danny didnât have his powers, he would never have been able to get away.
The other boy was just tooâŚgiggly, Jason guessed. He couldnât keep a straight face.
Danny flies the two up towards a rooftop, landing with a light thunk.
they watch as the Batmobile roars, racing through the streets.
Three seconds.
Jason can see, out of the corner of his eye, Danny clutching his stomach, hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to stop the laughter.
Two seconds.
Jason feels his mouth twitching into a smile despite himself. This was gonna be fun.
One second.
oh, Bruce had no idea what was going to happen.
and-
BOOM!
the Batmobile exploded in a swirl of pink, blue, and green dust, glitter coating every surface, shimmering in the moonlight.
Batman and Robin stumbled out, disoriented, confused, and Jason had to bite his lips to keep the cackle in.
it wasnâ as dramatic as his original plans, but god, it was satisfying.
(I couldnât make it funny, sadly. I suck at humour. BUT, I did write it out.)
Jason saved the recording of earlier in the night with a grin. Operation Glitter bomb was so far a roaring success. Batman would not be escaping the glitter any time soon. And new Robin? Boy was going to shine in the night. It was going to be glorious.
Danny had the best ideas for social vengeance. Now Night wing? That was going to be different. Jason heard on the grapevine that Wing tried to kill Joker but wasn't allowed by Batman. Which was interesting news. How to verify the claim without tipping his hand was the question.
In the meantime? Wing would probably be amused by a prank war started by a new rogue. Danny offered to take on that duty. Phantom was going to start being a menace in Bluehaven while Jason was out as Hood.
Jason: Just make sure you only flirt if you mean it! Big wing can be soft on people! I ain't having you break his heart.
Danny decides to mess with the Bats brains but claiming to be a trickster spirit, here to bring some actual comedy to Gotham.
He wears a phantom of the opera mask, dresses in Shakespearean jester wear and all but claims to be the mythical Robin Goodfellow IE Puck himself. Even going as far as to speak bastardize Shakespearean.
Danny/Goodfellow claims to have been summoned by a fellow spirit called Robin and is there to ensure Batman doesnât take himself too seriously, insinuating that he is doing all of this in Jaybinâs honor.
At first there will be no visible connection between Red Hood and Goodfellow, bar a severe dislike of the Joker. But as time goes on and the Red Hood Gang gains deeper footholds in Crime Alley, Goodfellow will drop increasingly concerning lore, all leading up to Goodfellow revealing that Jaybin has returned to Gotham and is right under the Bats nose.
This will cause the Bats to go on a wild goose chase trying to find Jaybin all while being forced to play âyouâre getting hot or coldâ with Goodfellow.
Even the police join in the chase, if only to figure out how Goodfellow managed to turn Comissioner Gordanâs mustache pink.
Goodfellow only reveals his connection to Red Hood after they are finished setting up the grandest of all pranks, one that will satisfy Jasonâs desire for revenge. By making it so no one will ever take Joker seriously again and making Batman the unwitting/willing instigator of Jokers downfall via an overly complicated Rube Goldberg device that not only humiliates Joker to the point of irrelevance, but also unfurls anâitâs a boyâ banner with arrows pointing at a strategically placed Red Hood who will proclaim that Batman owes his mother so much child support itâs not even funny.
I am sure some of you are curious. Yes, my scandalous Toe Sucking picture included the very same Powerful Feet I have been training day and night with my Joker Kicks. I am strong enough now to kick a Cinder Block in half. Heh... I bet a Certain Someone is getting scared for our duel right about now...
Listen here, you freaky little frog man. you are foolish. in posting your nasty foot pics (gross, eww) to tumblr.com you have revealed that you are but a weakling FLESH MAN and not transcendental muppet felt as you once claimed. you will be vanquished easily by my sword.
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Trope | Eldritch horror Danny/Monster Fucker Jason
Word | Contract
Situation | The Batfam learn about Jason's boyfriend by accident.
Dialogue | "You may belong to Gotham, but this one belongs to me."
cw: blood, demonic cult, off screen screen torture
The noise that Jason made when he hit the ground was worryingly wet. Wet with the sound of blood and wounds and tortured flesh. Tim kept Duke pushed behind him until the old steel door clanged shut and the latch had scraped into place with a rusty finality.
âOkay, okay, I think that maybe itâs past time to act,â Duke hissed as he rushed to Jasonâs side.
Tim didnât rush over, instead he searched Jasonâs discard jacket for supplies. It wouldnât be enough, not with how heavy the scent of blood was, but Tim knew that Jason always had some medical supplies on him. âWe canât.â
âWe canât?!â Duke asked.
âTimboâs right,â Jason said. His voice was clear at least, though he needed Dukeâs help to get sitting up. âCanât expose things.â
âDude, youâre insides are getting exposed! I think weâre past that!â Dukeâs voice was laced with all the dangerous anger of the same kid that had led âwe are Robinâ.
Jason sighed. âDukeââ
âNo, donât Duke me! What about when they drag Tim out of here next? Will you stop it then?â
âDuke,â Tim snapped. He tossed the vacuum packed bag of bandages at Duke. âEnough. We pressed our signals, help is on the way.â
âYouâre assuming the signal can get out of this pit they tossed us in!â
âNot a pit, old tunnel construction that got abandoned,â Jason said. âTrust the tech.â
Tim squinted at Jason, trying to figure out why he sounded off. Was it just blood loss? Had he been drugged? Orâoh, that was Jasonâs voice for soothing victims. Right, Duke hadnât been abducted like this before, not for being a Wayne. Maybe Tim should tone down the bite a little. Duke hadnât grown up being taken for ransom like Tim had.
âIt will work, Duke. Theyâre on their way. Weâve all been through worse,â Tim said. He pulled his knife from his boot and cut swiftly through what was left of Jasonâs shirt. They could use it to wipe off the worst of the blood at least. âAnd right now they donât seem interested in you.â
âIâm not worried about me, jackass,â Duke said. âTheyâre obviously racist fuckwits, of course they donât want my blood. Iâm worried about what theyâre going to do to you! Or that theyâre going to grab Jason again.â
âHey, Duke, we can handle ourselvesââ
âBut you wonât!â Duke snapped, cutting Tim off. âThatâs the problem, you wonât.â
âHey, bleeding here, can we argue later?â Jason interrupted. His voice was sounding a little breathless, so Tim was inclined to set aside everything else.
Besides, patching up wounds was always a good distraction. It gave the mind time to work through facts and data without so much emotion in the way.
When Jason at least wouldnât be bleeding out as quickly (all of their shirts sacrificed to the cause), Tim asked, âWhat has your so scared about this situation, Duke?â
Duke balled up the last of his t-shirt and tossed the bloody thing aside. He frowned seriously. âYâall canât see what I can see. Thereâs something actually magical or⌠or otherworldly going on here. I think that someone in this cult actually knows what theyâre doing. Thatâs a different thing. Magic isnât what we do.â
ââsnot what you do,â Jason slurred from where they had propped him up in the corner. âWell. I mean, you do do somethân, what with the light stuff. Still only me and you.â
âWhat do you mean him and you?â Tim asked with a frown at Jason. Sure, it was maybe a little unfair to press Jason when he was obviously a little blood drained and unusually chatty, but chances like this didnât come often
âYou know, theâŚâ Jason waved an arm around like he was holding something.
âNo,â Tim drawled.
âThe All-blades and theâŚâ Jason froze. His eyes widened. âOh fuck.â
âJason?â
âThey, um,â Jason collapsed back into the corner with a giggle. âSee, they used mâ blood for a summoning circle.â
âRight.â Tim exchanged a look with Duke. âThatâs pretty standard demonic cult bullshit.â
âYeah. But,â Jason dropped his voice to a whisper as if he was telling a secret, âthey dun know what my blood will getâem.â
âAnd, um, what will your blood get them?â Duke asked.
Jason giggled again. âDanny.â
âRight,â Tim drew the word out. âAnd who or what is Danny?â
Jason opened his mouth to answer but before he could a scream broke the silence. Jasonâs smile turned vicious. âThat is Danny.â
-
Jason was a big guy in way that Tim never would be and that Duke wasnât (yet). It meant that making their way from the old machine room they had been locked in towards the commotion was slow going. Jason was obviously trying not to lean on them too much, but he didnât really have much choice with how his leg was minced. And they certainly werenât going to leave Jason behind.
They were, though, going to stay out of the way of whatever the fuck was currently decimating the cult.
Handsâwhat Tim could only describe as hands were reaching out from what was now a void of space in the floor of the center of the room. The white spindly limbs would grab a cultist, ignoring blades or bullets, and then drag them back and down into the void. Usually with a horrible scream.
âThatâs a lot of eyes,â Duke whispered in awe from the other side of Jason, clearly seeing something that Tim couldnât.
âThe more to look at you with,â Jason joked, still acting a little giddy. Being upright didnât seem to agree with him much.
âThatâs⌠thatâs Danny?â Tim asked.
There was something more moving in the void. The surface rippled and churned and then exploded out into a spray of light and colors like a supernova. The beingâand if held at gun point Tim couldnât actually explain was he was seeingâpulled themselves free of the void and with a few reaching grasps, across the floor to them.
âJason,â they purred, the word a rumble that Tim could feel in his bones.
Of course, thatâs when Batman, Robin, and Nightwing came crashing into the abandoned tunnel.
Before Tim could even blink, the beingâDannyâhad wrapped themselves around Jason like a giant snake. All the eyes that Tim hadnât been able to see appeared. All glaring at the heroes.
âLet him go,â Batman ordered. âThe cult had no right to offer him as sacrifice. The all belong here.â
The being curled themselves further around Jason and growled out, âYou may belong to Gotham, but this one belongs to me.â
âShush, Danny, no, hush. Theyâre family,â Jason slurred while trying to pat the beingâs cheek and missing entirely. âNo devouring the souls of family.â
The being indulgently moved their head so that Jason got what he wanted. âI would not devour them. They stink like Gotham, and the Lady would not abide it.â
âBe nice,â Jason said.
âDespite the blood loss B, er, Batman,â Tim started. âJason really does seem to know this being.
âDanny,â the being cooed.
âWhoâs name is Danny.â
There was a shriek behind them as another cultist was lifted from some boxes they had been hiding behind and into the void.
âWeâre alone now. We can talk,â Danny said. âTheyâre your family?â
Jason hummed in agreement and pressed a kiss to the sometimes bony face. It still wasnât clear what Danny was. Tim tried not to look too hard.
âBrothers,â Jason waved loosely around the room and then pointed to Batman. âDad.â
Danny sighed, the noise a weird sound like the hydraulics of a bus stopping. âYou couldnât have warned me this was a meet the family thing?â
Jason shrugged despite the eldtrich horror draped over him. âDidnât âspect to be sacrificed. Didnât think about how my blood might summon you.â
âOf course your blood summoned me. I wouldnât let it summon anyone else,â Danny said, clearly offended as the voice took on an increasingly human note. The mass of whatever shifted and shrunk until a humanoid about Timâs size hung, floating, off Jasonâs shoulder. He pressed a kiss to Jasonâs lips. âLike I said, you belong to me. Iâll always come when called.â
âHolyâyouâre dating Jason! Youâre his, what, eldifriend?â Dick asked with a wide grin. âGuyâs, Jason is dating someone!â
Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
âMy little bird is all grown up!â Dick cooed.
Jason flipped him off. âDating or romance isnât part of growing up. Way to insult aros, dickhead.â
âThatâs not what I meant and you know it!â
âBoys,â Bruce tried.
âSo, Danny, Jason lost a pretty good chunk of blood,â Tim said, ignoring everyone else in the room. âWe should really get him some medical care.â
âShit, yeah, absolutely,â Danny said, deflating until their white shoesâsince when did they have legs?âtouched the ground. âCan I come? Technically Jason did summon me and so Iâm around until I pay some sort of favorââ
Jason reset his chin on the top of Dannyâs white hair with a salacious smirk. âI know a certain favor that you canââ
âOkay!â Tim said loudly and clapped his hands together. He did not need to know what his brother got up to with an eldritch horror. âBlood loss, remember? Deal with that later. You two can pile in the Batmobile with Robin and Duke. Iâll ride back with Nightwing.â
âGood plan, baby bird! And youâre totally staying for dinner, Danny,â Dick said. âWe have so many questions.â
For a powerful cosmic horror, Danny looked pretty frightened by that prospect.
I'm taking a page out of the sco foundation 's fuck ups and using this for my prompt.
The guys in white think they have a solution to get rid of Danny phantom.
Destroy his haunt.
They prepare for this by quietly redirecting traffic to and from amity park, erasing the identities of the towns people ,and as their plan unfold other things meant to sustain a town are cut off and stopped.
Vlad was away on a 'business' trip, and luckily had too large and identity to erase. Unfortunately no one else in Amity park had that,so when the giw implemented their plans, no one in amity park survived what the giw did to try and get rid of Danny's haunt/lair.
No one except Danny.
The massive trauma of literally everyone and everything he ever knew in such a calculated targeted hit is devastating to Danny. He survived but is now unbound, and when he discovered the giw had a hand destroying amity park, he decides he deserves some revenge,and he is going to get it one way or another.
Ok this is probably supposed to be really sad and traumatic and depressing, butâŚ
The first thing that went through my head was:
There is no way something that eco-contaminated is going to simply die and actually stay dead!
The town literally went to the ghost zone once!
At the very least all the people in town are going to come back as ghosts!
Probably the whole town comes back as a kind of giant organism, adjustable streets and all (Iâm picturing Castle Heterodyne from the webcomic Girl Genius).
Depending on the method of destruction maybe they all get suspended between live and dead (the GIW was trying to avoid people coming back as ghosts) and now we suddenly have a whole town of fresh halfas trying to get control over their powers.
I mean just by how incompetent the GIW generally are I can totally believe them multiply their problems by factor âa whole town of pissed of new supersâ trying to destroy one person.
There is suddenly a giant castle on a hill and phantom immediately flees when asked who it belongs to.
GIW is of course still going down hard, but now Danny has help.
Ghost Town! Ghost Town! Give me a literal Ghost Town!
Okay so hereâs what Iâm thinking. All of Amity Park is destroyed. Everyone is dead. Everyone is a ghost. But no one cares. They just continue on as normal. We already know that ghosts can reproduce. Amity Parkers can keep on with their afterlives like nothing happened. They can fall in love and have children. Go about their days just as before.
And if the children born are a bit off? Weird shit happens in Amity all the time. No need to make a fuss or anything. The GIW essentially created a twilight zone. Iâm talking Welcome to Night Vale type shit. Just your normal average American town in the Midwest. Greet your neighbor with a guttural smile while we all pretend to breathe. Welcome to Amity Park!
Danny is the only one whoâs still alive. Heâs the only one who still needs to eat. The town is cut off and nothing is getting in or out. So in order to survive he starts a farm. But because of all the contamination everything he grows attacks on sight. He can still eat it but itâs a lot of work.
Just like Night Vale everyone acts like everything is normal. Danny is the only one who can see that itâs not. He tries to leave, just to prove to himself he isnât going crazy. But the space around Amity has warped in on itself like a mĂśbius strip. Coming and going is nearly impossible.
So Danny does what he can. He farms. He fights his food. He interacts with the other ghosts. He goes to ghost school. He doesnât need to fight the ghosts from the zone anymore because literally anyone now can and will do that. And in the evenings he sits on the roof gazing at the stars and speaks into a radio in the vain hope someone out there will listen.
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