tfw u raid a GIW compound and find somebtign in a tube of goo.
Turns out to be ur long lost brother lmao getfukd
HEHEHRHRRR here’s the sketch and ideas
I managed to contain the need to catboyify him but only barely.
I even came up with an inlore reason for it! The GIW captured him and used ectoplasm to reverse engineer beast boy’s power and idk soemehifn soemthign i needed to catboy him.
“—told you not to touch it, Dean!” Danny hears as he lands in a crumpled heap on the ground. His skin buzzes and the hard ground pressing into him is- it’s-
Danny hasn’t felt anything in- in-
He gasps, struggling for breath, and his lungs protest against being inflated. His brain burns like hot metal, ears screaming and eyes refusing to comprehend the first input they’ve received in-
“That is a whole ass kid,” another voice says, low and gravely. “How do you even get a kid in something like that?”
After a reveal gone wrong, Danny escapes through the Fenton portal into the ghost zone. Later, he finds himself in a new world with some strange new reptilian features.
Two chapters so I won’t post the text here. You can find the fic through one of the two links here (I think ffn is being buggy tho since the app is working for me but not the browser version.)
DP Crossover Angst Week Day 3 - Bleeding out in an Alley Way
Warnings: Minor Gore, descriptions of blood, serious injury, blood loss
Notes: God I wrote this whole thing in less than 2 days. Speedrun time, I guess. Apologies for any errors as a result. It wanted to be longer than intended.
Word Count: 4,505
AO3 Link
Whoever the monsters were chasing after, they were after them with a single-minded focus to be envious of. Not even the demigods on their tails were enough to distract them. It was a group of half a dozen hellhounds, and three harpies, all dead set on chasing the same thing. And whoever they were chasing, was giving them one hell of a chase.
Percy had only noticed the commotion because he was in the city visiting his mom, and had quickly decided to call for backup as fast as he could. Ms. O’Leary had managed to drag over both Nico and Will, both fully equipped. Annabeth had been tagging along on his visit. She was currently trying to figure out where the monsters and who they were chasing were headed. After the fifth double-back, it was clear that the person running was just trying to shake off the monsters, and possibly the group of demigods too. Percy was trying to at least spot who the monsters were chasing but had yet to catch sight of anything other than a beaten, red sneaker around a corner.
Will had managed to get a lucky shot in, killing a harpy with one of his arrows, and both Percy and Nico had each gotten a hellhound. Sometime between when the group of demigods had first spotted the monsters and now, a hellhound and a harpy had both vanished. Percy wondered if whoever they were chasing had managed to kill both monsters or if they merely had broken off from the rest of the group. But Percy was getting just a bit tired of playing chase throughout all of New York City, he had no doubt that the monsters’ target was beginning to flag too.
The remaining four monsters quickly darted around the latest alley detour their unfortunate prey had bolted into. Percy skidded to a halt, suddenly having three hellhounds cornered in a dead-end alley, pinned against a brick wall. The harpy angrily screeched and flew over the wall to continue the chase. Between the four of them, the hell hounds didn’t stand a chance, quickly becoming piles of yellow dust. From the other side of the wall, the harpy screeched again, followed by cries of pain and fighting.
“Shit! How did they get to the other side of the wall?” Percy cursed, before turning to Annabeth.
Percy didn’t have to say a thing, only crouch down. Annabeth came at him in a dead sprint. It was timed perfectly, as she stepped up onto his clasped hands and he flung her to the top of the wall, pulling herself up the rest of the way. Nico took hold of Will and vanished into the shadows of the alley.
Percy was left alone on the opposite side of the alley. Luckily for him, there was a pipe clinging to the bricks of one of the buildings. It had just enough foothold for him to quickly climb up it and perch on top of the brick wall. Below, Will was hunched over a small figure leaning against the bricks, with Annabeth standing to the side, and Nico farther back. Percy jumped down.
Percy winced, finally getting a glimpse at the person the monsters had been chasing for the past hour, possibly longer before he and Annabeth had noticed. It was a teenage boy with a mess and thick, black hair on his head. Blood seeped heavily from his stomach, and Percy recognized the slash of harpy claws. Will was trying to get the teen to stop clutching his stomach so he could at least check the wound. The boy’s jeans looked like they had been torn up even more from the hellhounds, with two large bite marks visible on his legs. There was blood smeared on the bricks he was leaning against, suggesting another wound on his back.
“No! I’ll be fine, you have to leave before they come back!” The teen pleaded.
“I told you, we’ll be fine! We killed the ones who were chasing you. It’s you I’m more worried about. You’re practically bleeding out in this alley! I need to make that harpy didn’t gut you!” Will argued back.
“You really should let him at least check, he won’t stop until you let him,” Nico added.
Percy frowned, not liking the situation one bit. He turned to Annabeth, who was glancing between their mystery teen-likely-demigod, and the top of the wall.
“What is it, Wise Girl?”
“I’m trying to figure out how he managed to get over that wall before the harpy could fly over.”
“There was a pipe I used to get over. He could’ve done that,” Percy offered.
“Not with two chunks taken out of his legs. I’m surprised he even managed to run after taking damage like that,” Annabeth refuted.
Percy winced, “Yeah, he certainly looks like he’s had a pack of hellhounds on his tail for over an hour.”
“Percy!” Will called out, and he snapped to attention.
Will had gathered the bleeding boy into his arms, finally revealing a mix of wounds across his back from both claws and talons.
“Nico and I are taking him back to camp! The slash on his stomach is too deep, I need to treat him there,” Will rushed.
“Got it,” Percy nodded. “Annabeth and I will meet you back at camp.”
“No,” the teen protested, but was unable to fight back, seeming to be getting weaker by the second. Will’s clothes were slowly being soaked with blood.
“Hurry,” Nico said.
Will nodded and the three vanished into the shadows.
“Percy,” Annabeth called out, walking over and crouching down where the teen had been leaning against the wall. “Is it just me, or is there something off about his blood?”
Percy crouched down to get a closer look, and sure enough, there were the smallest flecks of green of all things in the blood. He didn’t like that one bit. Those monsters had to be after that teen for some reason or another, but Percy had never heard of a demigod with green flecks in their blood either. Whatever it was, the monsters really wanted him dead.
“We should hurry back to camp,” Percy decided.
“Yeah.”
And the two took off.
Danny officially banned himself from the big cities, especially places as crowded as New York City. With Jazz off at college and his leash pulled tight around his parents, there was no way he was getting out of not going to their latest ghost-hunter convention. No excuses had worked, and he had tried everything from faking illness to group projects. Danny had been forcibly dragged from Illinois to NYC in the GAV. Sam and Tucker were keeping a close eye on the portal for him at the very least, and he was sure he could fly back within the day if they got overwhelmed.
Turns out, his parents had misinterpreted ‘ghostbuster’ for ‘ghost hunter’, and ended up dragging him to a comic con instead. That was cool, and his parents were thought to be cosplayers for all of 10 minutes before security refused to let them through due to their weapons. His parents still had a presentation to do, even if people just thought they were method acting, so Danny got sent back with an armload full of weapons to dump back in the GAV. Unfortunately for him, one went off, thoroughly shorting out his powers. Danny wasn’t going to let that bother him though. He had intended to go back inside and enjoy the con, avoiding his parents the entire while, He didn’t need powers for that.
But then the first dog monster appeared.
Danny had thought it was a ghost at first, and with his powers shorted out, he couldn’t necessarily rely on his ghost sense. With no powers and a very aggressive possibly-a-ghost dog on his heels, Danny took off running. Before he knew it, there was a whole pack of them, literally nipping at his heels, and doing their best to tear him to shreds. The bird ladies, (harpies if he remembered correctly), joined in not long after, adding in a much harder ‘dodging’ section to the chase. He thought it was weird no one was freaking out about the dogs of the harpies, but maybe New York was just like that?
Danny knew there were people on his heels too, but he didn’t have time to stop and see if they were also hostile or not. Glancing back had earned him harpy claws to the back. Even worse, the more he bled, the more excited his pursuers seemed to get, trying even harder to tear him to shreds. The pot shots he had managed to take at the dogs and harpies were only towards the end, when the steady hum of his powers, as unreliable as they were, started to return. More of them vanished as the chase went on, and Danny was just going to assume he lost them. He had managed to hit one of each, barely catching them collapse into a yellow powder before accidentally cornering himself in an alley.
Danny had run into the bricks first, before finally able to slip through them with intangibility. He only had a moment to breathe before the harpy flew over the wall and tackled Danny to the ground, sinking its talons into his gut. He screamed and fired off another desperate ectoblast that missed by a wide margin.
Danny got to meet his second group of pursuers as two people emerged from the shadows in the alley. One had immediately turned into nothing more than a black blur to Danny’s eyes, forcing the harpy off of him. He had tried to stand up to face the new possible threat, but blood loss forced Danny against the brick wall behind him, sliding down it and likely tearing open the wounds on his back even further. His vision blurred, and Danny was only able to make out golden blonde hair and a bright orange t-shirt approaching him.
Danny cried out, clutching his stomach while trying to force himself back to his feet. The blonde forced themself between Danny and the view of the fight behind him. There was an impact to his left, and Danny was able to make out another person-shaped blur, also blonde with an orange shirt, who took off to help with the fight.
“Hey!” The one in front of him tried to get his attention, but he could barely make out the rest of what they said. His head was feeling uncomfortably light.
Danny struggled for a moment and got his vision to barely focus, but he was able to make out that the person in front of him was a guy and seemed really concerned.
“Hey, I need you to let me see your wound. I’m a medic, I can help,” the guy demanded.
Danny immediately recoiled.
“No! I’ll be fine, you have to leave before they come back!” Danny didn’t want anyone here if there were more possibly-ghosts on his tail. He couldn’t use his powers around other people!
“I told you, we’ll be fine! We killed the ones who were chasing you. It’s you I’m more worried about. You’re practically bleeding out in this alley! I need to make sure that that harpy didn’t gut you!” The medic argued back.
“You really should let him at least check, he won’t stop until you let him,” a second voice butted in. He sounded like he was underwater.
The blonde guy said something else, but Danny couldn’t tell what. There was suddenly a hand on his wrist and he attempted to struggle, but the stranger had a vice grip. He forced Danny’s arm away from his stomach, then said something else. It… probably… hopefully looked a lot worse than it really was. Danny had taken hard hits before and still got up. He had to get away.
Danny felt the hands on him re-adjust and tried to struggle again, but he felt so heavy. He grit his teeth and thrashed as best as he could, but his limbs barely responded. He could feel how absolutely soaked his clothing was though. He was being picked up and the entire world tilted around him. The second person approached, nothing more than a dark blob in Danny’s vision.
His jumbled senses refused to give him anything else before darkness crept in in more ways than one, and Danny passed out.
Danny woke up to acute, stinging pain, taking in a sharp breath that caused him to choke. His vision swam in white while he practically hacked out a lung. In less than a second, there was a supportive hand on his back practically propping him up, before slowly lowering him once again. Danny blinked the light out of his eyes, trying to see where he had ended up this time.
Well, good news, it wasn’t a government facility. Bad news, Danny appeared to be in an infirmary of some kind. The wood interior betrayed it as some sort of cabin, despite its purpose. Danny winced at the familiar sensation of pulling on healing wounds.
“Sorry, but you might not want to move too much just yet,” a voice apologized.
Danny snapped to the person standing over him. An older teen with golden blond hair, tanned skin, and light blue eyes. He was definitely familiar, and Danny wondered if this was the same guy from the alley.
“I just finished with your stitches not that long ago, but now that you’re awake, we can get some ambrosia into you to finish healing the rest of your injuries,” the guy continued. “But you should probably still take it easy for a while.”
Danny just blinked, openly staring at the guy giving him medical advice. He had no idea what ambrosia was. Also stitches, while normally a good thing, was a bad thing for Danny. He was going to end up healing, or burning through them. He prodded just the slightest bit at his core… and good, his powers were back. Which now left his other issue. His caretaker had left his side to go retrieve something from one of the cabinets.
“Not that I don’t appreciate the medical care, but who are you? And also where am I?” Danny asked.
The older teen blinked, turning back to Danny. “Oh right! Sorry, guess we forgot introductions due to the circumstances. I’m Will Solace, head of the Apollo Cabin. You’re currently at Camp Half-Blood right now.”
Danny stared at Will, rotating the names in his head. ‘Half-blood’, huh? That certainly said something, but Danny didn’t know what. He wondered if it was a joke of some kind.
“I’m Danny,” he introduced himself, just giving his first name.
“It’s nice to meet you, Danny. I’m sure the others are going to be eager to meet you. It’s not often that someone can outrun a group of hellhounds and harpies for that long!” Will praised.
Danny mouthed the word ‘hellhounds’ in light confusion. Well, at least he got confirmation that other people knew about the dog monsters and bird ladies. He could also rule them out of being ghosts, since Danny had never encountered a ghost that turned into dust after being defeated.
Will walked back over and placed a small, parchment paper-covered square in his hand. Danny opened it, revealing something that looked like a small lemon square. He sniffed it, getting a citrusy and spiced scent. Weird combination, but a snack was a snack.
“I know I gave you a whole square but-” Will started, only to yelp as Danny popped the whole square in his mouth without hesitation.
It tasted pretty close to how it smelt, but had an odd texture, like fudge instead of a lemon bar, but also uncomfortably chewy. It kind of reminded him of ectoplasm in the strong citrus flavor, but lemon instead of lime. The spices were really warm in his mouth like hot cinnamon, instead of the cool tingly flavor he kinda liked from ectoplasm.
“You weren’t supposed to eat the whole thing!” Will exclaimed, and Danny swallowed.
Will was on Danny in an instant, checking his temperature with the back of his head. Apparently, he didn’t like what he felt and stuck a thermometer into Danny’s mouth. The thermometer beeped after a moment, and Will snatched it, checking the numbers. His legs and back itched, but Danny couldn’t scratch at them due to his stomach injury, which also itched.
“Well, you’re not going to burst into flames at least. You’re not even heating up, if anything you’re hypothermic,” Will announced.
It took him a moment to realize why Will was freaking out, but Danny figured it out eventually. If the terrible lemon square was like ectoplasm, then it was very much not intended for normal consumption without consequences. Will’s words caught up to him then.
“Wait? Flames?” Danny asked, bewildered.
“Ambrosia, the food of the gods, can cause normal people to burst into flames. For people like us, eating too much can cause some pretty bad fevers and internal damage,” Will explained.
That made sense if it was like ectoplasm. But- “What do you mean ‘people like us’?”
Will’s face scrunched up. “Well, um. I’ve only had to give this talk a few times. I’m not normally the one to do it but…” Will made eye contact with Danny. “What do you know about Greek mythology?”
The question seemed a bit left-field to Danny. “A decent amount, I think.” There were ghosts that resembled Greek myths, usually closer to Pandora’s place.
“Well, it’s not as mythological as it may seem. Everything from monsters, as I’m sure you're familiar with by now, to the gods themselves is very real,” Will said like it was supposed to be some sort of big revelation.
Danny processed the information. So the ‘hellhounds’, as Will called them, were Greek monsters, not ghosts. Didn’t like that. He liked that they had decided he was a chew toy even less.
“Okay… and? That revelation didn’t answer the question.”
This time, it was Will’s turn to look gobsmacked for a moment before continuing. “Well, the gods didn’t go anywhere and still exist in modern times. And sometimes they come down and… interact with mortals,” Will added hesitantly.
Danny remained silent. He still didn’t get where the blonde was going with this. He was very tempted to start picking at the stitches in his stomach.
Will seemed to give up with whatever subtly he had been attempting. “Demigods. We’re demigods. You, me, most people at this camp.”
“Oh.”
Danny knit his brows together, crossing his arms and frowning, thinking it over. He wasn’t a demigod, that’s for sure. He wasn’t half-god, but half-ghost. Sure, Danny knew there were some pretty terrifying spirits in the Ghost Zone who could easily be mistaken for gods, so it was possible there was a mix-up with him here too.
“After the monsters and the fact that you didn’t burst into flames after eating the ambrosia, yeah, that pretty much confirms you’re a demigod,” Will said.
Danny did not want to be involved in whatever this mess was. He had enough problems in Amity Park.
“Okay, cool. So, um. I’m a demigod, great. What am I supposed to do with that information?” Danny asked. He wanted to leave. His parents would notice eventually he had gone missing sooner or later.
“Well, Camp Half-Blood exists as a sort of ‘safe spot’, and also a training ground. Monsters can’t get in here. It’s technically a summer camp, but we have campers who stay here both seasonally and year-round. It’s considered really dangerous to be all on your own. You’re probably the oldest new camper we’ve had in a while. Most tend to make their way here between 10 to 12 years old.”
“Do I have to come here?”
Danny did not want to be forced to attend demigod camp. Being out of Amity Park for a week was terrible, but an entire summer? Yeah, no way.
Will frowned. “Not… really, but-”
The door to the cabin opened, and another older teenager walked in. Tall, dark hair and sea green eyes. Danny didn’t recognize him at all.
“Hey, Will!” The new guy greeted, before noticing Danny stare at him. “Cool, you’re awake. Did Will give you the whole ‘congrats, you’re a demigod’ speech yet?”
“Percy,” Will practically whined. “I can’t believe you left that to me, but yeah, I did.” Will looked back at Danny. “Danny, this is Percy Jackson, he was part of the group who found you and brought you here. Percy, this is Danny,” Will introduced.
Danny still didn’t recognize Percy, but he acknowledged that bleeding out on the ground wasn’t especially good for recall.
“Thanks for the save. I like not being turned into bird food.”
Percy snorted a laugh and Will sighed. “No problem. I didn’t do much. The main people you have to thank is Will here and Nico, wherever he’s at.”
“Probably sleeping,” Will hummed in thought.
“Probably,” Percy agreed. “By the way Danny, do you have any idea who your godly parent might be? A few of us like to make friendly bets when we get a new kid. I’ve got money on Hermes.”
Danny didn’t get a chance before Will butted back in.
“Percy, he’s been up just long enough for me to get some ambrosia in him. I literally just explained the whole ‘demigod’ thing,” Will scolded.
Percy gave a sheepish grin. “Sorry. So, what’d the ambrosia taste like? I know it throws a lot of people off when they first try some,” Percy asked, directing the question towards Danny.
“Like a lemon bar someone decided to melt an entire bag of red hots in,” Danny described. “So, bad.”
Both Percy and Will blinked, before Percy snorted, “That’s a new one.”
“It’s not supposed to taste bad. It usually tastes like something you really like,” Will explained.
“Darn, I guess,” Danny shrugged. “Anyways, I do have to leave.”
“Leave? You’re not sticking around?” Percy asked, surprised.
Danny shook his head. “Nope. I’m only in New York for a convention with my parents. They’ll probably notice I’m missing sooner or later,” Danny answered truthfully.
Percy seemed to think about something before asking, “Are you healed up enough to at least get a tour? I understand if you have to go, but it’d probably be a good idea to at least get your hands on a weapon just in case you get attacked again.”
That, Danny could agree to. He wiggled a bitin his bed a bit, noticing that the itching had finally subsided. His stomach was still a bit sore, but other than that, and the stitches that sorely needed to be removed, he was fine.
“Sure,” Danny said, sitting up and throwing his legs over the side.
Will seemed dumbfounded but wasn’t able to get the words out before Percy declared, “Neat. Then let’s go!”
And Danny managed to escape the infirmary.
Percy decided he liked Danny. He was laid back and friendly enough, giving just as much snark as he got. From what he had heard, a lot of new campers tended to freak out for at least an hour, but Danny took it all in stride, more exasperated than shocked. It was a little odd, but Percy brushed it off as just part of Danny’s personality. It wasn’t a bad trait to have.
Percy made sure to give a decent tour as they made their way to the weapons shed. He asked questions and answered some, learning that Danny was originally from a place called Amity Park in Illinois. His parents were here for the Comic Con, and Danny got dragged along. He said he had always been quick on his feet. Percy really hoped Danny would come back for the summer, even if he couldn't stay now. He told Danny all the demigod basics, from what ‘claiming’ was, how the camp was laid out, and even some of the activities they participated in when there were more people around.
From the weapons shed, Danny ended up picking a bronze short sword and was given a sheath to go with it. He told Percy that he knew how to use it just a bit from a couple of martial arts classes. He told Danny to come back and he could personally teach him how to sword fight like a pro.
But throughout the whole tour, Percy picked up on the nonchalance Danny seemed to have, more like he was a tourist instead of someone who had finally found a place to stay. He definitely wasn’t planning on coming back, but he might anyway. Percy knew personally very well that plans rarely went according to plan. They got plenty of attention while walking around, since news of Danny’s chase had already managed to spread throughout the camp. There were some jeers and encouragement from people who tried to recruit him for Capture the Flag. Percy claimed he already called dibs. Danny just laughed.
They were somewhere near the pavilion when it happened.
Percy had just managed to convince Danny to at least stick around for dinner. A bright symbol appeared over Danny’s head, causing everyone who had been gathering to pause. Percy recognized the symbol, but never over anyone’s head in a claiming. It wasn’t a symbol that should even be possible to appear.
The air in camp changed immediately, and Danny noticed just as fast. His stance changed from lax into defensive. He knew how to fight a lot better than he let on, or perhaps it was just instinct. Percy hoped it was instinct.
“What’s that? What’s going on?” Danny practically demanded.
“You’ve been claimed,” Percy stated, more in horror than awe.
“Claimed? By who?” Danny was just as confused as everyone else seemed to be.
But Danny didn’t understand, he didn’t know. It was impossible, it was catastrophic, even. Danny didn’t realize just how bad this was.
“Son of Cronos,” someone hissed.
Danny finally seemed to get the memo then, his facial expression going from confusion, to shock, to realization, and then to irritation of all things.
“Ancients, of course he did,” Danny growled under his breath.
Percy had to act fast, he had to- his hand slipped right through Danny’s wrist, who leaped back out of reach at the same time Percy moved.
“Yeah, I’m leaving now,” Danny said. “Thanks for the sword and the tour, but I gotta go.”
“Wait!” Percy called out, jumping towards Danny again.
He vanished. No flash, no sound, just gone, leaving only footprints behind.
Percy cursed under his breath in a thorough mix of both Greek and Latin. He took a glance towards the head table, where Mr. D and Chiron were both also staring. Chiron looked like he had just aged 40 years, and Mr. D looked about ready to break his sobriety with something much stronger than wine and deeply, deeply exhausted.
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Danny has just escaped the GiW and they are right on his tail, he decides to take refuge in a car in an abandoned parking lot. Little does he know, the car he is currently bleeding out in is a giant twenty-four-foot-tall mech from outer space who is now very concerned for Danny's health.
Or Smokescreen just wanted to go for a late-night drive, he didn't expect to adopt a human along the way.
POV: You are Danny and you open the portal to scout out the ghost zone. But as soon as you enter the portal you lose consciousness... (audio is in the second half of the video)
Ok this video is more on the silly side than angsty but with this prompt I couldn't help myself and try out this meme myself! And I apologize for no audio in the first half but I could only do so much for the few hours I have today.
Memes aside, TES universe is actually a grim world when you are not the choosen one and Danny waking up there would make him fight for his survival regulary , because he is not the biggest fish in the pond. There are numerous ways how he can get captured. And I mean not how the protagonist in these games always ends up as a prisoner in the beginning.
In Skyrim especially the dragons are a constant danger. These dragons are not like Dora or Aragon and would propably just laugh at Danny's ghostly wail with their shouts. And the main villain Alduin could actually use his soul snaring fog shout and eat Danny's soul.
Ghosts in this universe are also nothing special, depending on the ghost they could be more powerful than Danny and enthrall him or Danny could get easily enslaved by powerful necromancers. ( and we know Danny is susceptible to mind-control.)
Then there are other dangers like the spell "Soultrap". A mage could cast this on him and later he finds himself in the Soul Cairn powerless and full of despair.
Or what about the Deadric Princes? Imagine he stumbles upon Sheogorath and Danny gets transformed into a cheesewheel just because the Deadric Prince felt like it. What is Danny gonna do? Roll menacingly around?
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Danny Phantom/Supernatural
Through the Wringer: Danny had been through so much since he'd left Amity Park to try to avoid the future his evil future self had tried to ensure, and now he was trapped by a ring of salt? Sure. This might as well happen.
Length: 8.9 K
Warnings: past mind control, past dissection/vivisection, past character death, minor swearing
Technically written for the Danny Phantom 2010s Crossover Angst Week Event for July 13, 2024 (captured by characters of another media), but also including the other prompts I've missed for this week (July 7, GiW experimentation; July 8, post Nasty Burger explosion; July 10, trapped in the thermos for months or years; and July 11, controlled by an outside source; with an honourable mention to July 12, runaway, though I have a separate fic with that prompt and one for the prompt not included here, bleeding out in an alleyway).
@dp-crossover-angst-week-event it's late but it's written!
"Patient 17-X-(A)-2, session three. A lot of progress was made last week, and it seems that allowing the patient to lead the conversation is the key. Any abilities still unconfirmed, though I suspect he has some kind of emotion-altering capabilities. This must be handled with care, for obvious reasons.
“I have practiced self-hypnosis and meditation before today’s session, in the hope that I will be less affected. At present, the only emotion the patient can instill is fear, and he can’t seem to consciously… turn it off. I did notice, however, a slight reduction in intensity when he was distracted by talking about his interests. This is a good sign.
”I’m returning to a traditional cassette tape for this session. My digital recorder’s file was almost unintelligible, again. Must get that looked at…”
--
They talked about wormholes, to start.
They’d been on his mind, obviously. Relativistic physics in this world seemed to be a little behind his own, probably owing to his home dimension’s little… problem. But it was still all way too advanced for him to really get his mind around - tragically, advanced physics required a little more math knowledge than high school pre-calc.
But this world’s understanding seemed to be missing a whole ecto-shaped chunk out of its standard physical model, leaving them behind. It was interesting.
They didn’t talk about that, of course. Just the basics.
“I’m curious, James. Why space? Your interests cover a lot of different fields - astrophysics, aeronautical engineering, relativity, geology. But they all cover this general concept.”
“Not really sure. I just don’t think I ever outgrew ‘wanting to be an astronaut’. I kinda made it my personality as a kid - stars on the ceiling, Apollo 11 posters, rocket plushies, I had three different NASA t-shirts when I was like, thirteen, I wore them on rotation. Part of me wonders why more people aren’t into it - like, the earth is tiny. And on the timescale of the universe, it’s a spec. I don’t think I’m so much interested in space, as like… the whole universe. It feels arrogant to not want to have a sense of what’s out there. Or to put the earth on a pedestal, just ‘cause we’re here.”
Doctor Bright smiled, and her voice was light. “I must say James, you’ve certainly got me more interested. I agree that we can often be wilfully ignorant of the world around us.”
“Yeah. And just, the community’s great too. All the space agencies are just full of nerds doing amazing things, and space-Reddit is insane.” Some things didn’t change across dimensional boundaries. Even as a newbie in this universe, he’d quickly slotted into the online world. “I genuinely like these people.”
“Do you feel you have more of a community online than in real life, James?”
“Well yeah. I have no community in real life, it’s kinda my problem. But the people on discord and the forums don’t have the same issues with me, so I can actually be, you know, social.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Virtual communities can be a fantastic way to socialize across boundaries you may not be able to otherwise - geographic distance, for instance. And in your case, without the need for physical proximity.”
“Yeah! Like, I can feel normal, ‘cause no one who doesn’t know me in real life is gonna call me a ‘school shooter waiting to happen.’ Well, mostly.”
“Mostly?”
“Well, like. Sometimes people are still sensitive to it. Online. There was a whole thing where someone made a separate channel without me and wanted to know why everyone else was okay with such a creep around, but no one could understand what he meant. So like, I think my thing can still work across technology, just. Not as reliably. Thankfully.”
The doctor considered this. “I see. So again, this person couldn’t pinpoint any reason behind their fear, just a ‘vibe’, as you’ve said?”
“Yeah. Sucks. And that’s just with text threads - not like I can even jump on voice channels.”
“Why’s that?”
“Oh. Just, um. Can’t afford a mic. That’s all.”
It was a weak excuse, but there was no way he could explain the effect his voice had on digital audio. Once again, he’d slipped.
This whole thing was dangerous anyway - they had become far too comfortable talking about his fear aura like it was real.
"James, have you noticed any variation in the… intensity, of this phenomenon? That perhaps, your own mood may be having an affect on others? Have you ever tried experimenting?"
Danny winced at the word.
This was stupid. Admitting this all was stupid. It felt really good, to say it out loud, but Doctor Bright was so cold and calculating and it probably meant nothing but her perfectly pressed shirt was white and she was a doctor and-
"Look Doc, I know this thing is all in my head, you know it's all in my head, so just like, write me a prescription for an antipsychotic and we can move on."
She closed her notebook, and placed it on the coffee table. "I don't think it's all in your head, James."
Shit.
"Sorry?"
The doctor recrossed her ankles. Black shoes, navy slacks. Clear glasses. It was just a white shirt. Cream, even.
No white suit here.
"I don't believe you're psychotic, James. At least, I have no reason to believe so. On the surface this would read as a classic paranoid delusion, but it's hard to ignore the evidence."
"That everyone is scared of me? ‘Cause people have told you so? You can just chalk it up to my actions Doctor Bright, I won’t take it personally."
"But I can’t, James. You’ve been nothing but polite, articulate, and considerate in our sessions. A little nervous and distrusting, but that’s perfectly understandable. But this effect you’ve described - an instinctual feeling of unease in your presence. I can feel that myself, and I can't ascertain a logical reason for it."
Huh.
"You look perplexed, James. Has no one ever admitted that before?"
"I told you, no. It's um. Not nice, exactly. But refreshing."
"I'm curious, James. This phenomenon, that the people you interact with are overcome with a- a foreign emotion. One without a clear stimulus, other than your mere presence. I’ve asked you this before, but I really want you to think - has it always been discomfort and fear? Or has it ever been something else?"
"I'm not sure what you mean, Doctor Bright. That's my thing. Being unnerving." He waggled his fingers. "Fear me.”
"Of course. I just want to explore this further, get some more data points. You clearly have a keen interest in science, James, despite the academic setbacks. Help me understand this on a scientist’s level."
Danny's breath caught, just a little. He knew he was being paranoid. That he was safe here. That he couldn't be taken. He was fine, they couldn't find him here, he was sa-
"You a researcher, Doctor Bright? Obviously you are, you've got a PhD on the wall. Psychology. You work with human subjects much? Non-human subjects?"
"James, as happy as I am to talk about my personal work, this session is to-"
"No, no, this is important, Doctor Bright. Like, who even are you? You're a scientist, but you're a downtown shrink? You just take my whole thing in your stride? Do you ask about anything ‘strange and unusual’ with all your patients? Like I don't want to give off paranoid vibes here but I have good reason to think they are actually out to get me so why should I even trust you? What's your deal? Why are you interested in my whole deal? Who do you even work f-"
With a crack, the light bulb blew. Pieces of shattered glass fell to the coffee table.
A stunned silence followed.
With only the cold, cloudy daylight to illuminate the room, the doctor was backlit against the window, her face in shadow, save for the barest, caustic green glow. Danny could see her fingers pressed against her mouth, as she stared at the ceiling.
Fuck, his ‘angry eyes’. He squeezed them shut.
Danny needed to bolt, he needed to go now, he could go back to school, but his new name was on the file here, he'd need to make new documents, he’d need to- he'd need to-
There was a squeak of vinyl,, and he heard the doctor rise to her feet, cross the room, and retrieve a gun something from a drawer in her desk. The soft sound of her heels on the carpet then made their way towards the office door. Danny opened his eyes.
"Wait-!"
She flipped the light switch to ‘off’. "Sorry, basic electrical safety, James. This won't take a second."
She walked towards Danny, towards the table, gently picked up the pieces of broken glass, and placed them in the empty box of the new bulb. After a thorough inspection of the surface, she kicked off her heels and stepped lightly onto the coffee table. He saw now that she held a fresh lightbulb in her hand, the base of which she popped between her teeth as she reached up to unscrew the shattered one from within the lampshade. She dropped that into the small box and swiftly fitted the new one.
She hopped down, returned to the light switch, and flicked it on. The new light buzzed to life, and the doctor stepped back into her heels and took a seat, like nothing had happened.
The whole thing couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds, but in Danny’s panic, it had stretched on and on.
She smiled, a little awkwardly. "You'd be surprised how many lightbulbs I get through in this room, James. No need to be..." She seemed to change the word in her mouth. "Anxious."
Danny set his jaw. "Right. Bad electrics.”
“Perhaps. Not always though. Tensions in this room can… run high, as you might imagine.”
Danny could scarcely believe what she was implying. “Tensions running high with your… strange and unusual patients?”
"Yes, James. I assure you, that was nothing I haven't seen before. You may also notice my full suite of fire extinguishers."
"For your faulty electrics?"
"James, correct me if I'm wrong, but - that was you, correct? Blowing the lightbulb in a moment of stress?"
Danny sat back, rubbing the back of his neck. "No. It wasn't."
"Of course."
"Say if it were-"
"Okay."
"What would happen? I mean, what's happened to other people who've blown your lightbulbs? You should know I can disappear. You'd never find me."
"I don't doubt that, James. You seem a very capable young man." The doctor went to pick up her notebook, but thought better of it, and sat back. "Are you asking specifically about clients who have blown my lights, or about all my clients with atypical abilities?"
And wasn’t that an interesting phrase. Danny studied her, eyes lidded. "How many people are we talking?"
"Telling you would breach my doctor-patient confidentiality I'm afraid, and be a breach of all my clients’ trust. However, I can tell you I have been working with 'strange and unusual' people since college, many of them in this room. I'm something of a specialist in providing therapy to people with atypical abilities."
"Is that the official term for it?"
"Well, there isn't really an official term, as Atypicals don't officially exist. But yes, that is the frequently used term."
This was. This was a whole lot. This was totally different to what he’d been frantically building in his head. “But they’re all- they’re all what? Allowed to roam free? Just- be out there in the world, with ‘abilities’?”
“Of course. They have the same rights as anyone else.”
"And you think I'm an… ‘atypical?’"
"Yes James, I do."
“Because your light bulb blew.”
“Yes. Amongst other things.”
“And if I were?”
“Then, James, I hope you’d find some value in the knowing. Knowing, for instance, that you aren’t broken or ill, or even creepy. Merely that you have an atypical physiology that presents an usual symptom, or set of symptoms - namely, blowing light bulbs. And something else that I’m still trying to form a hypothesis over.”
“The scary thing?”
“The scary thing, yes. If you’d be happy to, I’d like to continue to work together, so that we can identify what control you have over your abilities, and start to make them work for you, not against you. How does that sound?”
It sounded… like a lot to think about.
The doctor was wrong, obviously. He wasn’t an atypical, (was that a capitalized ‘A’?) whatever those were.
Danny had never heard of anything remotely similar outside of fiction, in his own dimension; and he was pretty sure that if otherwise-normal people were going around with superpowers , which was what Doctor Bright made this whole thing like, then he’d know about it. His parents would be all over it, as would Vlad, the GIW - hell, half the ghosts he fought.
But they weren’t commonly known about here, either, that was for sure.
It would be a convenient answer. He could explain away the most obvious of his (stupid, fucking, glitching-out) powers in a way that blended in nicely with this dimension.
It wasn’t without risk, though. Throwing his lot in too heavily could spell disaster if he were found out - were ‘Atypicals’ identifiable through their blood, or DNA? Would his weird vital signs cast suspicion? What about all his extra powers? What could your typical Atypical even do?
And all this was assuming that he could trust Doctor Bright - that she did work with these Atypicals, with no ulterior motive other than a modest paycheck, and wasn’t a mole for a-whole-nother shadowy governmental organization who wanted to catch people like him and stab them with thousands tiny needles while keeping him barely sedated and strapped down to a-
But. The GIW didn’t exist here. He’d checked. It was why he’d stayed.
He looked back to the doctor, who was eyeing him patiently.
“It sounds like somewhere to start, Doctor Bright.”
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You’ve reached the voicemail of Doctor Joan Bright. If this is to schedule an appointment, please press one to speak to Sarah. Otherwise, please leave your name, number, and a brief message after the tone.
Message received on, Saturday, at, 10:52 AM.
“Hi Doctor Bright, it’s Caleb. Caleb Michaels. Well. I’m not sure how many other Calebs you treat but… but anyway yeah. So. Basically there’s this guy at school, and I think he may be an Atypical? So um, how does this work, do you take referrals? Like I’m sure there are loads of Atypicals who don't need therapy but no offense to this guy but he definitely does.
“Like I’d love to try and strike up a conversation and I wanna know if he knows he’s an Atypical but I don’t really know how to do that and also I. Um. I kinda really hate being around him. He makes my ability go fu- kinda haywire and I feel like I’m gonna punch him. I won’t, I won’t, you don’t have to worry about that, but uh. Well. I don’t think I can talk to him. ‘Cause he’s either an Empath and we’re getting in a crazy Empathy-feedback-loop or it’s something else, like with Mark. And I can’t get his number, either.
“Adam’s tried talking to him instead but he always kinda bolts. Plus he still makes Adam all freaked out then that affects me really bad for the whole day and just…
“So um, yeah. His name’s James Jackson. I think he needs your help."
...
“Okay. Bye.”
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To: Caleb Michaels
Subject: Referred Patient
Good afternoon Caleb.
Unfortunately, I can’t reveal any information that would break my doctor-patient confidentiality.
I can assure you though, that while you show wonderful initiative and care for this fellow student, your concerns are already being met.
