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[ID: a screenshot of Tucker proudly pointing a fingergun at Danny. A post above Tucker reads "it's april fools day today but here i am, a fool everyday" end ID]

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@little-pondhead i wanted to add more to the fic from ask I sent you and that you added to so I did :3 (in a separate post because I’ll probably add even more, and others are welcome to as well!! and i didnt want to take up people’s entire dashes snfnfj) @cinturon-cadena

Dan had never quite mastered portals or long-distance teleportation, and he doubted he would be able to while he was so limited by this form, but it was a moot point when his top speed was far faster than Danny’s and he had Clockwork’s Time-Outs at his disposal. He took a quick trip around the globe, tipping over landmarks, moving some buildings, splashing around in some foul-smelling pools of ectoplasm and stealing some left shoes from the ninjas guarding said pools.

Once he was pleased with his mischief, (and more importantly: starting to get hungry,) he headed towards the familiar feel of the cursed city. It was significantly less destroyed than he had left it the last time he’d visited. He understood the necessity of Clockwork’s interference, but it was still disappointing. He had put effort into such widespread destruction!

At least the city’s curse-spirit-mind-whatever it was didn’t remember what he’d done, and as such no longer wanted to give him a slow and torturous End. That didn’t mean it approved of him being there, though.

Time unpaused and he’d barely had the chance to tear down some walls before Gotham slunk out of the shadows.

“Calm yourself!” He growled as he squirmed out of its grasp, wishing he could still turn his form into mist. Intangibility was of little use with a creature like this. “I’m not here for you, or any of those mortals you are so fond of.”

Gotham screeched, and if he had bones, several of them would have undoubtedly been broken. "You are Other! An outsider! You are not welcome here!" It’s voice mingled with the screams of the alarms and the shouts of inmates and guards alike. “You set the Madness loose!“

Their tussle was nonexistent to the mortals as they rolled beneath and through stampeding feet, clawing at each other like alley cats. “All in good fun, Gotham!” He snarled and bit through one of the tendrils intent on relieving him of his eyes. He grimaced at the sludgy texture. “Time Itself sends me, to play with your favored mortals and avenge your dead!”

“You are evil! You will cause harm!“ Gotham screeched.

Dan rolled his eyes. “I will kill the insect who terrorizes what is yours,” He promised as if it were an offering to her, and not something he’d been planning for some time. (Danny had been so upset when the insect who called itself the Batman and its brood were absent from one of his schemes, because they were busy with this Joker insect. It was annoying. No insect, no need for Danny to complain. Danny had even agreed to the plan!) “Decide his fate, and I will enact it!”

The city’s spirit relaxed its grip on him. “You swear it? You will rid me of him, you will leave my Knights alone?"

“I’ll leave them alive.” Unless they challenged him. Then he would destroy them. But that didn’t need to be said.

“I will watch you..." Gotham slipped back into the shadows.

“Oh, how spooky.” Dan grumbled sarcastically as he shook himself in a vain attempt to remove the lasting sensation of Gotham’s touch.

That little disagreement had eaten up much of his precious time before the heroes of this realm could catch up to him. He lifted himself off the floor, startling a few inmates, and surveyed the chaos for a moment, selecting the perfect target. He darted towards the plant themed-villain- Poison Ivy, if he recalled correctly. (He always did.)

The woman staggered, clutching at her head as she tried to force him out. Overriding her will was laughably easy, but he admired her attempt to fight.

“Ah- Hey! You leave her alo- EEP!” With a flick of Ivy’s wrist, Dan suspended the other- Harley, Ivy’s memories named her, -in the air, leaving her dangling from some vines. The baseball bat she’d tried to clobber him with fell to the floor. He kicked it aside as he strode down the hall.

“I’ll give her back.” He said with a shrug, overexerting the woman’s powers to restrain every person he could find within the prison. His plants dragged all the pitiful, trapped mortals to the largest room available, stringing them up from the ceiling in cocoons like the insects they were. There. That would make it easier to find that awful clown.

Unless he’d already escaped. That would be unfortunate. Not for Dan, of course, but unfortunate for anyone who got in the way while he searched the city. And unfortunate for that clown, when Dan caught up.

The clown wasn’t in Arkham, so Dan left the unconscious Poison Ivy on the floor and shot through the roof, grumbling to himself. He flew clear of the building just in time to see Batman enter through a window. He paused, spectral tail flicking back and forth as he thought, before diving back in after the hero.

Danny had said to see how many things he could steal from that utility belt without being caught... And it wasn’t like there was anywhere the clown could go that Dan couldn’t follow.

He slipped out of the visible light spectrum and bit back his gleeful cackles as he liberated some of those delightful green rocks from the confines of the Bat’s pockets.

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Amity Park, in the same humor they had when changing the Tasty Burger to the Nasty Burger, edit their “welcome to Amity” sign to say

Amity Park

It’s a nice place to die!

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[ID: Jazz in a robotic suit, kneeling over Danny, who is in Phantom form, lying on the ground. A post beside her says "Detective: [kneels down looking over a dead body] hm. gross" End ID]

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Teensy little drabble

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“Hey, mom?” Danny called as she left, sitting up in his bed and rubbing at the bags under his eyes.

Maddie paused in the door, turning to give her son a smile. “Yes, sweetie?”

He was so, so tired, he hadn’t gotten a chance to sleep in days, too busy fighting off whichever ghost decided to bother him. He just wanted to rest. He couldn’t rest. “Can you…” He choked down the lump in his throat. “Can you check my room for ghosts? Like you did when I was a kid?”

“Of course, sweetie. Let me go grab the Fenton Ghost Finder!” She was out of the room and back in under a minute, in full Dr Fenton regalia, the blocky device in her hands. She made a show of sweeping it under his bed, in his closet, in the corner by his bookshelf.

The device never said a word, even when she pointed it right at him. (It had long since been programmed to ignore his ectosignature.)

“All clear!” Maddie declared, pulling down the hood of her HAZMAT suit and raising her goggles. She ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead. “You’re safe, Danny.”

He couldn’t look her in the eye. “If… If something happened, if I died… would…?”

“Danny, my sweet baby boy,” She held his face in her hands and her gaze was full of love. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise. Get some rest.”

He closed his eyes and trembled with held back tears as she left. “You’re too late, mom.” He sobbed quietly to the empty room. “I’m already dead, and no one’s noticed.”

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[ID: a screenshot of Danielle in her human form, with a line of text that reads “i’m not like other girls. i don’t die when i’m killed” end ID]

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[ID: a screenshot of Sidney Pointdexter pretending to be Danny, holding an armful of soda cans. A post over Sam and Tucker says "Watched a kid in line ahead of me at the store get rung up and the cashier said "your total is 18.41" and without missing a beat the kid said "ah, the year I was born" and the cashier stopped and was like "I'm... sorry???" End ID]

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Hey just a heads up everyone, the new ship name for skulkerxtechnus is “maple syrup revolution”