#ectoberhaunt 2022

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forgor bout ectober i did this in like an hour please forgive the,,,,,, C h a o t i c messy ughgshsh

gif/animation version under the cut!!!

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𝙀𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩 - 𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚 𝙓 𝙒𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝 Can You Heard the Sound of The Screaming Spirit Ranging  from deep within the Hell known as Creation.

[drawnale]

Day 14 Costume Party

Give it a rest, Wes! Fenturd isnt even half as cool as Phantom.

[theghostlykat]

ECTOBERHAUNT DAY 5 BANSHEE

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Ectoberhaunt 2022: Order & Chaos

What's this? Two themes working together? Why, yes dear Phandom, this year the opposing sides of our theme will be working together against... foes? We changed it up a little and decided to do prompts only Monday-Friday and left the weekends open as catch up days for you, the creators (and for us on the mod team!). And just like last year, our event ends on the 24th to make way for the Ectober Week event! So this means there are no specific prompts for Oct. 1st, 2nd, 8th, 9th, 15th, 16th, 22nd, or 23rd, or the 25th-31st. Please tag all prompt fills as "Ectoberhaunt22", and follow the additional posting guidelines below!

Posting for this event begins October 3rd!

Down below are our written out calendar prompts (for accessibility) AND our posting guidelines. Check em out!

Mysterious Clues (The Prompts)

Below are the listed prompts in date order, if it's blank it's a catch up day. First prompt is Order, second is Chaos!

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Order & Chaos

Box & Staff

Banshee & Wraith

Freeze & Burn

Purify & Infect

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Harvest & Hunger

Thirst & Drown

Way of Life & Cause of Death

Restored & Abandoned

Haunted House & Costume Party

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Hope & Despair

Eyes & Teeth

One & One Hundred

Fight & Flight

Coronation & Coup

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Past & Future Ectober Week

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Post Guidelines

The following are the posting guidelines. Please follow them so we can reblog and share your posts without issue. We will also have this as a post available on our blog separately.

Tag all posts with “Ectoberhaunt22” so we can find it. If you do not use this tag, we may not find you.

Tag which calendar you're pulling from (“EH Order” or “EH Chaos”), which day the prompt is for ("Day X"), and which prompt(s) you completed ("Eyes" "Teeth"). Example: #ectoberhaunt22 #EH order #day 5 #banshee

Put your fics under a readmore. Add a summary before the cut with a short preview, content warnings, and which prompts were used. Then, add a readmore no more than 150 words or 10 lines/groups of text under your summary. If you're using mobile, type :readmore: and hit enter to make a readmore. If you do not do this, we will NOT reblog your post.

Make sure to tag all common content warnings (blood, gore, death, drugs, body horror, existentialism, & vermin)!

We will try to reblog every prompt we can. Feel free to @ us in the post too.

Feel free to use this handy-dandy Google sheet made by the wonderful AJ to help keep track of your prompts and tags! Just make a copy for yourself and have fun!!

Titlecard Graphic by @kawaiijohn | Calendar graphics by @ajitated

[livmadart]

I will be hopping in to a few ectoberhaunt prompts in between all my other stuff! Dar 3: order, aka justice is blind

@ectoberhaunt

[five-rivers]

Ancestral

Danny had been having a rare peaceful, lazy Sunday afternoon when the call came in, relaxing on the couch with the astrophotography book Jazz had gotten him for Christmas.  It was early January, and the ghosts hadn’t come back yet, and the teachers hadn’t assigned too much stuff right after the break, so he was caught up.

It was unusual.  It was nice.  

He should have been waiting for the other shoe to drop.  

The phone rang.  He ignored it.  Anyone calling him would call his cell phone, and his parents were right there, in the kitchen.  

He listened with half an ear as someone - his mother, by the sound of it, although it might have been Jazz - pushed back a chair and walked over to the wall the phone hung on.  

“Hello, this is Maddie Fenton speaking.”

He’d been right.  He smiled a little and turned the page.  Those were some nice nebulas.  

“Matthew?  I wasn’t expecting–  What?  No.  No, that can’t–”  She fell silent for a long minute, quiet except for exclamations of shock.  “Do you know how–?  I understand.  I understand.  Of course we’ll be coming.  I might not agree with- with–  Oh, god.”

There was a sort of heavy sound, and Danny got up, leaving his book on the couch.  His mother was sitting against the wall, under the phone receiver.  Jack and Jazz had both gotten out of their seats, their projects abandoned on the table.  

“Okay,” said Maddie.  “Okay.  I understand.  We’ll be ready to go when they get here.  Okay.  Call me if anything… Alright.  Matthew–  I’m sorry.  I wish–”  She shook her head.  “I’m sorry.  We’ll be there.”  She dropped the phone and let it hang from its cord, the ‘no signal’ noise coming on a minute later.  

“Mom?” asked Danny.  “What happened?”

She looked up.  “Your, um.”  She rubbed at her eyes.  “That was my cousin, Matthew.  Grandpa Alfred and Grandma Rose…”

Those were her grandparents, Danny’s great-grandparents.  Maddie’s parents had died before Danny was born.  

“What happened?” prodded Danny, well aware it couldn’t be anything good.

“They died,” said Maddie, softly.  “A earlier– Last night–  Hours ago.  And so did– So did your Great Uncle Theodore and your Great Aunt Isabella.  And, um, my cousins William and Martin.”

“Oh my god,” said Jazz.  “What happened?  Were they all on a plane together, or…?”

“No,” said Maddie.  “They don’t know what happened.  Aunt Cathrine and Uncle John aren’t doing well, and apparently Vivian is missing.”

Of course Aunt Cathrine and Uncle John weren’t doing well.  Their spouses had just died.  Danny wasn’t doing all too well himself, and he couldn’t say he’d been close to any of them.  They were still family.  

“What about the others?  Lewis and Leo?  Or Iris and George?  Or Joanna and Eugene?”

“I don’t know,” said Maddie, pushing her hair back from her face.  “Matthew didn’t mention them.  I’m sure if something happened to his kids he would have said something.”

“We’re going, aren’t we, Mads?”

“Yeah,” said Maddie.  “Um.”  She scrubbed her sleeve across her face.  “Kids, go get packed.  Jack, we need Spector Deflectors for all of us.”

“You think it was ghosts?” asked Jack.  

“Six of my family members just dropped dead with no cause of death,” said Maddie, voice breaking in the middle of the sentence.  “Grandma and Grandpa were ninety-eight, but Martin was our age.  And all at once?  It’s just like with my parents…”  She shuddered, then started the process of pulling herself up off the floor.  Jack gave her a hand up.  “There’s a ghost involved.”  She shook her head.  “I warned them.”

She and Jack went to the lab door.  When they got there, she turned back.  “You need to go, showers and pack now.  I don’t know how long it will be before they’ll pick us up.”

“A flight to Chicago from London usually takes eight or so hours,” said Jazz.  “So at least that, unless they sent someone to pick us up before calling.”

“I don’t know,” said Maddie.  “It sounded like–  I don’t know.”

“Alright,” said Jack.  “I’ll take care of things in the lab, you get our things together for the trip.”

“Jack, you can’t do it all by yourself.”

“I’m just getting the deflectors and making sure everything is off.  You’re doing the packing.”

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Danny knelt on the floor, debating.  The last time they’d visited that part of the family had been before his accident.  There were a lot of things he wanted to bring, but what he could bring was a different story.  The fact was, he had no idea what the plane would allow, much less security and customs, and some of his stuff was incredibly suspicious.  

Vials of green, glowing, liquid, anyone?

Meditatively, he rubbed his hands over the spot in the floor he’d phased his special first-aid kit into.  There was definitely going to be trouble.  It would absolutely be useful to have a way to patch himself up.  If anyone saw some of the more… unusual items, there would be questions he couldn’t answer.  

Maybe he could just take the less suspicious parts?  Nothing with visible ectoplasm in it.  

He phased the kit out from the floor and continued packing.  The funeral would undoubtedly be a formal event, but he knew he’d be doing some snooping, so he wanted to bring something he could move in…

The enormity of what had happened hit him again, and he swayed.  So much of his family…  It didn’t matter that they weren’t close.  Both his heart and his core cried in grief and out for justice.  Maybe it would turn out that it had been some kind of freak accident in the end.  

But if it wasn’t, whoever was responsible would be very sorry indeed.  

As Danny forced the last of his gear into his suitcase - using only a little phasing to get it done - he heard a car pull up in front of Fentonworks.  Then another.  Then another.  

He looked out the window.  Down below were three huge dark gray cars, each one built squat and stout.  If he didn’t miss his guess, the tinted windows were probably bulletproof and the interiors armored.  

They were exactly the kind of vehicle Sam would hate and Tucker would love.  

Oh, crud.  Sam and Tucker.  

He grabbed his phone, belatedly remembering to throw the charger into his bag, and dialed Sam.  

“This is a bit early for you, isn’t it?” said Sam, by way of greeting.  “Did the ghosts finally come back?”

“Um,” said Danny, “no.”  He wasn’t sure how to say this.  “My great-grandparents just died, and, um, my great-aunt and uncle.  And some of my cousins.”

“Oh my gosh, Danny, are you alright?”

“Not really,” said Danny.  “I’m still… processing.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, Mom didn’t say.  We’re leaving right now, and I don’t know how long we’ll be out of town–”

“Danny!  Jazz!  They’re here!” called Maddie from downstairs.  

“I’ve got to go,” said Danny.  “Just keep an eye on things?  Please?”

“Of course,” said Sam.  “Call me when you can?”

“Yeah.  Could you call Tucker, I called you because I knew you’d be awake, but–”

“Danny!”

“I really have to go, thanks, bye!”

He snapped the phone closed and hefted his suitcase over his shoulder.  No more time.  He had to hope things wouldn’t collapse too badly while he was gone.  He had been out of town before.  

But he didn’t know how long this would be.  

He reached the ground floor at the same time his dad came up from the basement, a small amount of ectoplasm splattered on his jumpsuit.

“Are you okay?” asked Danny.  

Jack made a face, but then forced a smile.  “Sure thing, Danny-boy!  Just shutting down the portal while we’re away.”  His smile twitched.  “It’ll… probably be fine while we’re gone.  Shouldn’t be too many more natural portals in town, as long as we don’t leave it off for too long.”

“Right,” said Danny, offering up a very similar smile.  

“Maybe I can ask Vladdie to look after the portal while we’re gone?”

“You’ll have to call him later,” said Danny, hoping Jack would forget.  

They emerged into the entryway, where there were several large men wearing suits.  Danny could see, very faintly, the outline of real guns under their jackets.  One of them was more familiar than expected.  

“Mr. Kynbaz,” said Danny.  Even knowing Matthew was sending someone, he didn’t think it would be Mr. Kynbaz. 

“Hello there, Master Daniel, Dr. Fenton,” said Mr. Kynbaz, with a soft but rather strained smile.  

“I didn’t think you ever left the country,” said Danny, before he could think better of it.

Mr. Kynbaz’s expression twisted in pain.  “We were a only a couple hours north, in Canada.”

“Oh, for Johanna and Eugene?” asked Maddie.  “I’d forgotten they were visiting his father there this year…”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Mr. Kynbaz.  “They left for home on their own plane; we have a charter for you at the airport.”

“Alright,” said Maddie.  “I don’t suppose you have any other news?”

“I’m afraid not, ma’am.”

“Alright,” said Maddie.  “Alright.  So, we just… go.”

Mr. Kynbaz nodded.  “If you would let Mr. Rigyn and Miss Blys take your bags, we’ll get you into the cars.” 

Maddie nodded and stepped forward.

“One at a time,” said Mr. Kynbaz.  “I’m sorry, ma’am, but with as little as we know, I don’t want your whole family to be out in the open at once.”

Danny felt himself go pale.  That wasn’t something he’d even considered.  

There was a brief discussion about bringing the GAV instead - it was armored - but in the end they left the house and got into the car one by one.  

Mr. Kynbaz entered last, settling into his seat with a sigh.  He pushed a button on his earpiece and said, “Princess Madeline and family are secured.  Move out.”

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Jazz sketch

Day 3: Order

Ectoberhaunt 2022

Thank you for the prompts @ectoberhaunt 💕