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Jason’s heard some pretty out-there requests. But this is the first time he’s been approached by a child. And this is the first time he’s been approached for hugs.
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in the gradebook (something new remix) by Marsalias for OofOuchStoveHot
Fandoms: Danny Phantom
20 Feb 2026
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“Dash Baxter?”
“Here,” said the boy, bored.
Well. It wasn’t as if role call was anything special.
“Rebecca DeLise?” That, at least, was a new name, just transferred in from Spengler High. Lancer looked up to make note of who she was.
“Here.”
“Very good,” said Lancer, eyes dropping back to his list. “Daniel…” He trailed off. They hadn’t taken him off the class list. The district had to wait ten days to drop a student from the roster without paperwork from their new school, but surely there was some kind of regulation or exception for when a student had–
“Here.”
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“Do you think we’ll see him today?” asked Star.
“Hope not,” said Valerie, poking at her lunch. “Ugh, why do I even bother trying with these school lunches?”
“Why not?” asked Star, surprised. Everyone seemed to want to get a glimpse of the Phantom of Casper High. Not many people could say that their school was certifiably haunted.
“Because it’s creepy,” said Valerie. “The way he’s just… There. What’s he even doing here? I wouldn’t be here if I were dead.”
Star shrugged. “Ghosts are supposed to be stuck where they were when they were alive, aren’t they?”
“Then shouldn’t he haunt his house?” Valerie shook her head and put down her fork, crossing her arms. “Also, he was, like, friends with Foley, and Foley was always hanging around outside the locker rooms, asking people to go out with him. Makes my skin crawl.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Star, scrunching up her nose. “He was. I forgot about that.”
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Jazz stood in the hallway and watched her brother try and fail to pick up a pencil.
It was just as painful as it sounded.
For some reason, Mr. Lancer had put a worksheet on ‘his’ table, and it, well, it looked like Danny was actually trying to do it.
Jazz wanted to run in and help, but she… What could she do? She couldn’t bring her brother back to life. Couldn’t give him the power to pick up that pencil. Couldn’t even make herself go in, to say something to him, before he faded from sight again.
She swallowed and turned away from the door. Mr. Falluca had sent her on an errand, but now she couldn’t even remember what it was.
Nothing important.
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“He answers questions, sometimes,” said Mr. Falluca, slowly rotating his beer bottle. The teachers rarely went out together after school, and when they did, it wasn’t for drinks, but recent events being what they were…
“He does?” asked Lancer, surprised.
“He does,” said Mr. Falluca. “They’re usually right, too. But that voice.” He tapped his bottle against the table. “Do you think he’ll start turning things in? What are we supposed to do about that?”
There were a few mumbles, but no real answers, as the other teachers either sent significant looks across the table or avoided them.
“Well,” said Lancer, knocking back his own beer. “He’s still in the gradebook.”
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Lancer noticed the glow before anything else, and looked up sharply, half expecting to find a student playing with their cellphone camera. He didn’t. The light was coming from Phantom’s hand. Or, above Phantom’s hand, from a strange, blue-white ring floating above it.
The ring vanished, and Phantom slowly flexed his fingers, then smiled.
Oh, thought Lancer, and probably all the students in the class, what now?
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Fog swirled around my rocky outcrop, but I could still hear the creek of a boat in the distance.
Could this be my next meal?
I started softly with a gentle hum, low enough they wouldn’t notice, then I opened my mouth and started to sing, keeping my voice sweet and quiet.
The words were not in a human tongue, twisting through the mind, relaxing and coaxing closer.
Slowly, a row boat started to emerge from the fog and I could faintly see two humans inside.
Then a gun shot went off, the bullet missing me by inches.
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It's been 10 generations and Spyro's at the end of his life. But before he passes on, he must pass the torch to the next Purple Dragon so he can rest in peace... One Shot! Rated T for safety! Warning! Character deaths!
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Marble Hornets: Fairytales by Falmefa
Fandom Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse), Marble Hornets
12 Jan 2026
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