the phantom files S3E18: “frosty the snowman.” location: winter festival in winter village. guest star: mystery inc. @fredrichjones @jinkiesdinkley @zoinksduude
it would be danny’s luck to find himself stuck in the ice palace in the midst of a blizzard. well, stuck with a group of kids he barely knew in a seemingly empty skating rink to be more exact. it’s interesting how a matter of moments can change the atmosphere of something so drastically. as the first night of the festival came to an end, the cheerful energy the night had been engulfed quickly shifted into confusion and annoyance as a storm hit out of absolutely nowhere. and the once packed ice palace became the eerily quiet spot that housed a small group of people who’d gotten caught outside at the worst time. with the power knocked out due to the storm, they had no choice but to sit and wait — wait for the snow to let up, wait for help, just wait. “still no service.” danny grumbles as he looks at his phone again before tossing it to the other side of the bench he was sitting on. “any luck on your end?” he looks over at the mystery inc group. inviting them to be on the show was was a no brainer, but as he sits in the dark with them and one cameraman and no real idea when they’d get out of here he’s starting to think this was a mistake.
one thing about velma was, they were meticulous. they planned for every detail, every kind of wrench that could be thrown into their plans. when planning for the winter festival and filming with danny, they checked their weather app multiple times and a blizzard was never predicted. so, being unprepared for such an event has left them on edge the moment the snow picked up seemingly out of thin air. right now all they could think about was how absolutely freezing cold they are. arms wrapped around themself, velma huddles close to daphne for warmth. they can feel themself shaking, teeth chattering from the bitter cold. no electricity meant no heat, no connection on their phones, no signs that point to getting out of this sooner rather than later. with the blizzard showing no signs of stopping, velma can’t help but sigh at danny’s words. they’d been staring at their phone screen for what felt like hours in hopes by some kind of miracle they could get reception. they shake their head, slipping their phone back into their coat pocket. “ none at all. doesn’t look like we’ll be getting any kind of connection either if this blizzard doesn’t let up. “ they lament, head resting on dapne’s shoulder. “ there was no mention of this in any weather reports “ they point out. “ there weren’t any signs it was coming either.. do any of you find that strange? ” they ask, looking around at their fellow friends, danny, and his crew. // @meddlingdaphne
in hindsight, daphne could have dressed a little better for the weather. even before the blizzard hit she’d been cold, the tights she paired with her skirt doing very little for her. but she’d never been known to compromise a look for practicality before and she certainly wasn’t going to start tonight. but as she sits next velma, huddled up to her best friend as they shiver, she thinks maybe now should be the time that she puts practicality before aesthetic. “nope.” daphne answers danny, popping the ‘p’ on her answer deliberately. she hardly wanted to think about what it meant that they still didn’t have service, and didn’t want to entertain the idea that they might be stuck here until the morning. when Velma rests their head on her shoulder she smiles a little, giving their hand a little squeeze. “i mean, this island is weird.” daphne sighs, quoting dipper as her explanation of it. “last month it was disappearances, this month it’s strange weather patterns.” it’s said with a little annoyance, because all this and still no closer to finding any real monsters or ghosts. that was the whole reason they’d come here in the first place. @zoinksduude
shaggy was not prepared for the winter festival to get spooky in the slightest. he was havinf a good time with his pals, he ate a lot, he was high as fuck, and all of those things would be fine if dark abandoned ice rink hadn’t been added to the equation. now he was antsy, cold, and shaking as he tapped his foot on the ground so he wouldn’t sprint at the doors and try to pry them open with his bare hands. “this is creepy,” he mumbled, talking aloud but to himself. “not digging this. not groovy…i want my mommy.” he was ready to go insane in here. freeze to death from his own anxious tears. he was not sure which would happen first but they were the only scenarios his brain could come up with. he wanted to scream but he didn’t need the gang to see him worse than he already was. his phone had died hours ago and that didn’t help with anything. he was in his own world when things like this happened. he knew he was aware his friends were close but he felt himself dissociating hard, so he held himself and closed his eyes, foot tapping, hoping scooby-doo was okay. @fredrichjones
They may not have been solving any major mysteries lately, but the gang sure had seen their fare of hardships. That’s why, when they got trapped inside the ice palace, it just seemed like another day in their lives. Fred immediately clicked onto low power mode upon arriving, a fact that he was proud to have thought of, but the way he constantly sat on his phone cancelled out his great planning. His genius came in spurts. “Aw, it’s okay, buddy,” Fred said, wrapping an arm lightly around Shaggy’s shoulders. He gently pulled him a little closer, subconsciously intending to comfort him with body heat, as he looked around at the gang. “The blizzard came without a warning, so it’ll probably go without one, too. We just have to wait it out,” he stated, the words founded on nothing but basic responsibility to take leadership in moments of confusion. If he came off as competent, the others did too, or so he’d come to learn over the years. Squeezing Shaggy’s shoulder lightly, Fred glanced over at Danny. “Can we get any B-roll, for now? Commentary on getting stuck, like a ‘hidden pains of fame’ thing?” No one else would care about that much bonus footage of his friends and him, but he’d sure love it. @imgoingghcst