DPxDC AU where Fatson Todd is a blob ghost that acquired just enough sentience to take on distinct characteristics. And what it ended up with?
Well, this particular blob ghost hangs aroung Gotham, bouncing imperceptibly around Crime Alley and feeding on all the startlingly arrayed emotions there. It latches onto one source in particular, a recently moved-into-the-neighborhood Halfa and honorary Outlaw Danny Phantom, who has a huge goopy crush on the Red Hood.
As it turns out, that huge goopy crush has a transformative impact on how our blob ghost manifests. Hence: Fatson Todd.
Whether Danny, Jason, or some Bat finds him first, it's going to be a fun time.
Danny will just have to figure out, though, how he can spin this very damning turn of events into something less mortifying.
Content warning: Ghost, jump scares (?), implied overdose, things or sensations (ex: stuff crawling up your skin or etc.), ocs? but they're only secondary characters (not overly important to the plot), Y/N mention. (No body description, Y/N is gender neutral)
(First ending: Upside down)
(Second Ending: Up and Over)
Word count: 1800+ (not proof read, we die like men)
Tag list: @hobieszeze , @the-kr8tor , @yumeaoka-chan , @thatsamushroom , @rexlroze , @pingledoofus , @pinksugarscrub , @cisomh (IF I FORGOT YOU I'M SORRY I LOVE YOU)
Synopsis : you and your friends went out adventuring into an abandoned shipyard that's famous in your town. It's rumoured to be haunted...will you find the devious spirit that haunts this place? Confront him? Or will you run away.
“Can you stop pushing”, everything is said in low whispered breaths between you three as you slowly walk through the abandoned shipyard. There's a rumour, or a story of sorts…the kind you don't tell children before their bed time. The kind of story that keeps you up at night, wondering if you couldn't be the next one to fall into the depths of the canal.
There's a ghost. Or so people claim, tall and menacing. A deep booming voice that whispers in your ear things you would've never known or heard before, threats, curses and hexes. Some say that the reason why he died was because he threatened someone much bigger than him, someone important. Others wonder if he didn't truly just find his escape from life by taking the matters into his own hands. Can anyone ever truly be sure, no one really even knows his name. All they know is that he's a solitary ghost who's been haunting the place since the 90’s.
“I said STOP pushing me for fuck’s sake”, you turn back only to see that both your friends left you. Great. What a wonderful start to your guy's little planned adventure.
—
“Where's Y/N…?”
“What? They're behind us n….oh.” Gem stares at the empty space where you were just two seconds ago, it's like you disappeared. Vanished out of thin air, and just with that the hair on her neck raises.
“Just…stick with me Ozzy, we'll find them eventually?”
Ozzy rightfully scoffs at that, already annoyed about this whole thing. Having argued the idea multiple times, claiming the energy around this place was…off. That something was wrong, out of the natural.
“Yeah well you'll be the one apologising to them then, you were meant to be our guide. You said you've been here before.”
She stops in her tracks, staring back at her hands for a second. She feels it, a…sort of breeze against the nape of her neck where there shouldn't be any.
“...Gem?”
“Shhhh. Shut up”
“Oh you don't tell me to shut up, I didn't even want to come h-”
“Ozzy. Shut. Up.” Ozzy quiets down once he sees she's serious…and then he feels it. A pair of hands grabbing at his neck.
—
You hear a blood curdling scream in the distance, one you most definitely recognise as Ozzy’s. To be fair, knowing Ozzy…it could literally be anything. He's the type to scream his lungs out just from a small jumpscare, but it's just one of his quirks people come to accept.
As you continue you get reminded of earlier…if…neither of the two of them were here…who had been pushing you?
You swear you had felt hands upon your skin, pushing you just a bit further onto the dock where an old abandoned house boat lies.
The flooring is…deplorable at best and will cave in at worst. You take your time to carefully step onto the deck, not making rash movements or decisions as you tiptoe your way to a safer part of the place. As you glance around you notice the door is swung open…
Wait, was it opened in the first place before you got on? Who would keep this door unlocked in the first place, who else would adventure here? Plenty of people, but none of them ever speak of a house boat. It's as if you're the first to discover it, you make your way slowly to the door, looking into the darkness before retreating…perhaps it's not a good ide-
—
You're beautiful. Truly you remind him of the stars of his times, his actual idols. Not the celebrities at the height of their peak, no you remind Hobie of the people he's loved. The people he took a step back to help, the kind of person he would've loved to talk with if he was still alive.
He can see you, you don't notice him yet and he makes sure you don't. He's not trying to send you off screaming, your friends…well they're fun to play with, they make him laugh. You…however? Hobie is absolutely sure he would not miss a single moment of your adventures on what used to be his home, silently following you around as you browse the dusty shelves, looking at his pictures with a semblance of a smile.
It feels good for him, to be seen, to be remembered. To know he's still human despite the fact he's been haunting this place…for so long. Technology moved on without him, so did scientific improvements and social movements. He's…not the proudest of what the world has come to be. But you're a good reminder of what the world could've been if it was kinder. You don't insult his home, you even compliment it, talking to yourself as you walk the different spaces. He seems happy just listening to you, following you.
And as he floats right above you…
—
A shrill gets pulled out of you, are you usually this scared? Maybe not but this deserved the reaction, a white mass hovers above you, smug and grinning as he slowly gets closer and closer to you. His words whispered into both your ears at the same time despite him floating right in front of you:
“Welcome home luv”
That's enough to set your heart racing, and not in a good way. You drop your flashlight once you feel hands on your shoulders, how is any of this happening. You scramble onto the floor, trying to reach desperately for your only source of light…finally grabbing the torch before...it goes out.
You are plunged…in total darkness. With a ghost…who you know nothing about: his intentions, who he is…what does he wants.
—
Hobie finds it funny just how frightened you are of him, he…kind of feels bad. He's not actually trying to scare you but he craves to know you, he craves company, a conversation. Not a talk with those stupid weird robotic boxes some of the previous people have brought here, no he wants a one on one. And from the way you aren't scurrying away nor running…he takes it as a good omen. Perhaps you're interested in him too, not the same way he is but hopefully fascinated enough to stay a while longer. Just…a few minutes, that's all he wants. Actual interaction.
—
“Gem I'm going to kill you”
“I'm going to kill you first, you burst my eardrums for a damn mouse Ozzy”
“THE THING WAS HUGE”
Gem sighs, rubbing at her temples as she glances back around. She's actually starting to get worried for you, after all the shipyard is big enough as to where she should worry by now. What if you're trapped, what if you hurt yourself and need help, maybe you're-
Ozzy places his arms around her shoulder, parting her back as he whispers in a softer tone with a worried look:
“Panicking isn't going to change things, we need to find them”.
—
“Who are you”
The ghost smiles at that, almost taunting yet dizzyingly sweet as you feel a hand cup your face, tilting it up to his as he inspects you.
“You're in my house lovie, who are you?”
You blink back up at the specter, almost entranced by his voice. It takes you a few seconds to catch yourself before you answer back quietly: “I was just…curious. They say this place is haunted”.
Hobie tilts his head, bending down to grab your face with his two actual hands, not the corporeal ones you've been feeling this whole time.
“...it is. So why come?”
You're stumped, how can you not be when he looks like that. Is he really a ghost or is he some kind of angel? His voice is like freshly harvested honey as he whispers to you:
“There's nothing to steal here, nothing to own. No dreams but the ones I died with you know. So why’re you here?”
You blink dumbly at him, forgetting your own reasoning and he smiles a bit at that. Already guessing the answer.
“I was…”
“You were curious”
“I am”
He laughs quietly at that, his laugh almost like a soft breeze as it echoes around the room while he inspects your face. Looking you over with a tenderness…you wouldn't expect from a ghost.
“...what happened to you?”
“...don't get too curious luvie, some things are better left in the past…”
“Like the sex pistols-”
He bursts out laughing, actually managing the most beautiful smile you've seen on a man up to date.
“Sid was a cunt, it's only fair I guess…”
“...when did you die?”
He looks more solem at that question, almost as if he's wondering himself, seeing if he can remember. The date at the tip of his tongue.
“1998, here. In my house. Alone.”
Something about that sends shivers up your spine, to die alone? So young…it felt odd, strange. Like something that shouldn't happen. You…try and lift one of your hands up to his, to your surprise noticing you can actually rest your hand on top of his on your cheek. He grins, caressing your cheekbone with his thumb as he whispers back into the night, his words echoing down the walls as the houseboat creaks every once in a while.
“Pretty bird, all alone and all by themselves at this time of night. Maybe I'm lucky or maybe you're horribly stupid luv”
You can't help but smile a bit, getting called stupid by a ghost…does seem a bit funny if not morbid in its own way.
“Maybe…but why are you still here?”
His smile fades, his eyes growing distant as he replies back in a quiet mutter. So unsure of himself:
“I don't know either”
“...” You feel pity for him, really you do. This place is so abandoned most city workers don't even come by to do any sort of maintenance.
“It's alright, none of it's your fault. You make dumb choices and they catch up to you eventually, it's the world…but you, you're not scared of me. And trust me I did try” he says, a grin slowly showing itself, hoping to make you squirm a bit.
“I'm not no…” you feel something crawl up your leg, small, small, invisible pin pricks all along your skin. You can't look down, frozen in place. Your eyes only focused on his hauntingly beautiful shape.
“Haven't had company in some time, sorry bout’ the mess…can't really clean much.”
“I…that's…fine. You lived here?”
“I do live here. I can't go beyond the shipyard, do you know how lonely it is? It's boring luv, always…always the same everything. And I see things going on outside…and I'm powerless. Like a metaphor for capitalism almost, really”
You find yourself smiling, why are you smiling at a ghost? Why are you smiling at a spectre?
“Can you lead me back to my friends…What's your name?
He floats a bit closer, grinning as he tilts your chin up. Reading into your every reaction and gesture.
I know they literally JUST announced the phase 4 slate
But can we please have a Young Avengers TV show? I think a show would work so much better than a movie would because they would have more time to develop characters, have a more detailed plotline, create genuine relationships (Both on and off screen), and I kinda want to see the MCU from a teenaged group’s perspective
