#ectober2022

[ Ectoberhaunt Day 3 : Chaos ]

The Future is a chaotic mess, and Tucker got a lil bit overwhelmed by it

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hi hello im unearthing this old ass au for ectober lmao

It's RET Time AU (Reverse Evil Trio), where the trio got mostly possessed by their respective ghosts and wrecked havoc everywhere.

Got put in a time out by the Observants..... by yeeting them to Clockwork so they're his kids now no take backsies lol

“Come on, Danny. Let’s go out for a little treat. How about some ice cream?”

Jazz watched as her mother struggled to get Danny’s jacket on. She pulled one arm through first and then the other. Danny stood there, unmoving, staring at nothing, while Maddie fussed over him. 

Ever since Danny came home he was different.

One day Maddie came home late at night, cheering to the whole household that she found Danny. That Danny was home. Jazz ran down the stairs while Maddie was telling Danny how much everyone missed him, how they were all so worried. But something seemed off. Something wasn’t right. 

Danny barely reacted to anything. Even once he was home and got settled, he never said anything. He was mute now. He never looked like he was there mentally. His eyes were always glassy, like he was never focused on what he was looking at. That he didn’t care to see what was in front of him. And the way he moved was very monotonous, almost robot like. 

Maddie toted him around with her everywhere these days. She said she just wanted to spend time with him. That she was trying to get him to come back out of his shell. But Jazz was skeptical about that. It was almost like Maddie wanted to keep an eye on him. Like if she took her eyes off of him for a moment something would happen. 

Danny never went ghost anymore either. When she hugged him for the first time after he came back he was so warm, much warmer than he had been in so long. It had unsettled her. It set off the alarms inside her head. She knew something horrible must’ve happened. 

But what happened that had such an effect on him? What could he have possibly gone through if he had simply been wandering the streets, like Maddie said he was when she found him? What could have so severely damaged his ghost half that he was no longer cold?

Maddie thought no one noticed her sneaking around at night. That no one noticed the new pills she had started giving Danny with his daily multivitamin. She said it was medication for his PTSD but she hadn’t even taken him to a doctor after she brought him home. How could she have gotten him a diagnosis or medication without talking to a doctor?

Every once in a while Jazz thought she could see whatever hold her mother had on Danny slipping. When the effects of whatever she was doing to him wore off. His eyes would focus, he’d look around. And then their mother would hand him another pill. 

But as Danny and Maddie were walking out the door, he turned his head up towards Jazz, looking straight into her eyes. This was the first time he had even looked at her since he came home. He gave her a small nod and headed out the door, pulling it shut behind him. 

Jazz’s legs felt shaky. She stood there and looked at the front door. 

Witch!Sam sketch

Day 1 Witch #ectober2022

what’s this? don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the @dpauzine zine!! 

[Ectober 2022, Banshee]

Summary: The dead can't tell the living about the future. Ember does what she can without breaking the rules. Rating: PG, Teen+ Content Warning: Mention of death Characters: Ember McClain, female OC Genre: Angst Word Count: 598

Ember plucked the string experimentally. Still flat.

When she was alive, she would never have brought her guitar out in the rain. Now, she just let the raindrops pass through her and it, the droplets skipping off the puddled concrete rooftop as if they weren’t even there. Untouched.

trying no links to ao3 or ffn again cuz my last one didnt do so good and im not sure if its because of that or the time it was posted but! heres this one. this is not a continuation of the rest of my ectober fics so far, this one goes on its own. i combined these two prompts because i put them in the calendar like this so why wouldnt i kjbhgv

WARNINGS: vivisection, dissection, off screen character death

the dismemberment song

Jack walked in through the front door holding two bags of groceries. He kicked the door closed behind him with his foot and dropped his keys into the bowl on the table that sat beside the couch. 

“I’m home!” Jack called into the house. No one responded. 

He set the bags of groceries down on the kitchen counter and turned to face the basement door. 

“Maddie, are you down there? It’s about time we should start making dinner.”

No reply. The only thing he heard was the clinking of metal as it was placed down on one of the metal counters. They hadn’t made any plans to dissect or study any ghosts today. What was she doing down there?

Jack pushed open the basement door the rest of the way and started heading down the stairs to the lab. 

As he got closer to the second door that was slightly ajar, he could smell copper and iron, it burned his nose on the way in. If she was going to be doing experiments down here, the second door should have been shut. They’ve had enough ecto contamination in their food even after they stopped storing samples inside the fridge upstairs. What was the point of having these safety measures if they weren’t even going to-

Jack froze. The door glided to a stop after he pushed it open, making a shrill creaking sound. 

Maddie stood in front of the operation table arms deep inside their son's chest.

Sam had a bad feeling about this.

She walked up to her altar and picked up a cleansing stick she had tied together last night, made of dried sage she had grown in her greenhouse some time back. She lit the sticks and wafted it around her room.

Danny had been missing for three weeks now. Nobody knew what happened to him. There hadn’t been any trace of him since he seemingly vanished that day. They had gone every possible route that they could’ve, and still nothing.

Sam sat down on the floor in front of her altar. She pulled out a black candle and placed it inside the candle holder. She picked up a notebook, writing her intention down on a page inside it. Ripping the page out, she folded it up a few times and held it up in front of her.

This was her last chance. She wasn’t sure it would do anything, her hopes of any possible leads about where Danny was were dwindling.

She picked up the lighter that was sitting on her altar and lit the candle. Its light danced across her face, casting shadows around her room. She watched it for a few seconds, reminding herself of her intention, and held the piece of paper up to the flame and watched it begin to burn.

Let Danny come home. Protect him wherever he is. Let me know he’s safe.

After a few seconds Sam set the paper down in a bowl that sat beside the candle.

She didn’t understand how he just disappeared like that. Tucker hadn’t heard anything from him, neither did Jazz. They hadn’t talked to him since they had all said goodbye for the night, Sam and Tucker on a video call and Jazz on her way to bed down the hall.

And Danny’s mom had seemed really calm about it all. She was convinced he just ran away. But why wasn’t she concerned about the reasons he could have run away? She wasn’t questioning anything. Even Danny’s dad wasn’t that calm. Didn’t think Danny had just run away due to some “teenage angst.” He had sat down with Jazz, Sam, and Tucker one day and told them that he didn’t think Danny ran away. That he thought there was something wrong.

Sam stared at the candle as it burned. The wax dripped down, making odd shapes inside the candle holder.

The more time that passed, the weirder Maddie’s reaction was. She was still convinced Danny would return home any day now. She ignored any push her family tried to make in finding Danny. Meanwhile Jack was clearly growing tired, melancholic. Jazz told her that Jack no longer slept in the bedroom with Maddie. That he stayed in the guest bedroom now. Maddie’s attitude still never seemed to change.

The candle was almost gone. She had watched it burn almost in its entirety. She picked her candle snuffer off the shelf in front of her.

She just hoped Danny would be okay.