Not giving up, no no no. Nope! 7 days to go! He is so baby. I had troubles to draw a 14 year old boy, oh my.
Tucker was filming everything, of course, but Danny wasn’t having any of it. He wanted to get out of there, wanted to leave before any of this could become a terrible idea. Nevertheless, Sam managed to convince him to step into the portal. Why wouldn’t he? He was wearing the hazmat suit, after all. It was supposed to protect him. Keep him safe. Just in case. Just in case something went wrong. Just in case something bad happened.
Head canon and full art piece under the cut—
/Head Canon Time!
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Okay, so. The interior buttons were placed there as a safety mechanism, at least, that was the intention? The portal required a manual activation from inside the chamber to stabilize the energy field during ignition.
Jack and Maddie had never been able to fully activate the portal because the system required a biological energy signature to complete the dimensional bridge. Their calculations assumed external power would be enough, but the portal needed something else , such as a living bioelectric catalyst.
Human bodies generate measurable electrical fields through neural activity and cardiac rhythm and cellular ion exchange. In theory, this bioelectric energy could interact with the portal’s ectoplasmic field.
When Danny pressed the button, the system finally found the missing variable.
And the portal roared to life.
Electricity didn’t simply travel through him like a conventional shock. Instead, the portal field interacted with his bioelectric field at the molecular level, saturating his body with ectoplasmic radiation. It’s similar to how ionizing radiation can alter cellular structures, but far more extreme.
A hazmat suit could protect against chemical exposure or standard radiation, but not against the dimensional energy coupling directly with biological matter. The reaction wasn’t conducted through the glove or the boots or the floor or the air.
It happened inside him.
The portal functioned less like a doorway and more like a particle accelerator attempting to stabilize a wormhole, using Danny’s bioelectric field as the final stabilizing component.
His atoms weren’t destroyed, they were reconfigured, molecules rearranged, temporarily existing in two energetic states at once. Human and ghost.
But for Danny, it felt like he was being torn apart atom by atom, stretched thin like matter falling into a black hole, being completely spaghettified, his body being pulled in all directions like it was never meant to go.
The agony of electricity and cold fire soared through him, like millions of needles forcing their way through skin and muscle and bone all at once. His nerves screamed as if they were being stripped bare, taken out and pushed back in place, every cell vibrating and splitting and reforming in a rhythm too violent to even survive. But he did survive. Didn’t he?
There was no way he could’ve stepped out of the portal on his own without collapsing, without his body revolting against what had just been done to it. Every nerve should have been in overload, every muscle refusing to respond. He should’ve dropped right there on the floor, unconscious and unmoving, while the smoke curled from his skin.
Someone should’ve had to drag him out. Right?
And when he finally woke up completely disoriented and wrong and no longer entirely human, nausea should’ve hit him. The shock alone should’ve kept him trembling and barely conscious. Instead, he just… stood there lol.
“When he first woke up, he realize… he had snow white hair and glowing green eyes.”
Because it is a cartoon. Because reality had to bend around the moment, y’know?
(Memory Blank is different than the intro though lmao)
No, I didn’t want to draw Jack on the hazmat suit as the insignia, I’m sorry xD
