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Going Ghost! (Young Justice) Chapter 126: Glitch in Reality (1)
🕑 Added 2025-10-04 17:13:38 +0000 UTC[Third Person POV]
In the realm of Destiny, the keeper of that solemn dominion stood all by his lonesome. A dark cloak draped over his head, obscuring his face in perpetual secrecy. His unseen gaze lingered upon the great tome chained to his wrist, the Book of Destiny, within which was written all that has been, all that is, and all that ever shall be.
His pale, long fingers trailed deliberately down the living pages, each movement precise, each gesture deliberate, as if committing to memory words that needed no memorization. His hand slowed as he reached the bottom of a page, where the words etched themselves anew:
“She closed her eyes, listening to the sorrow—the unbearable grief of a child who had lost everything.
And a single tear rolled down her alabaster cheek.
Danny’s grief tore open the heavens… and for the first time in eternity, Death remembered how to cry.”
Beneath the cloak, Destiny’s face remained carved in stone, unflinching, indifferent as he muttered softly to himself, “She grows far too fond of the boy. My sister allows herself to become attached, though she knows well the dangers. This will not end well—for her, nor for him. I warned her. I gave her the truth plainly.” His fingers took hold on the edge of the parchment, the faintest rustle filling the silence of the realm. “If she disregards my counsel, then she alone must bear the consequences of what will come.”
With a deliberate turn, he flipped the page. A new chapter unfurled before his hidden eyes, the threads of existence weaving themselves into fresh patterns.
This chapter began elsewhere—far from his timeless realm. The page opened upon the shifting tides of the Ghost Zone, that infinite sea of fractured dimensions, where time itself bent and cracked in impossible directions. The flow of destiny drifted into this spectral expanse, and Destiny’s gaze bore witness to events no other being could see, events sealed to all but his eternal sight.
Here, the aftereffects of Desiree’s spell writhed across reality. Her careless wishcraft had twisted the natural order. Destiny’s eyes traced the script as the Book revealed the consequences—ripples spreading outward into the Ghost Zone.
Because of her first spell, a new version of the Fenton family had been created. This family was one untouched by the tragedy of the Ghost Portal explosion. They had never watched in horror as their son was torn between life and death, never borne witness to Danny’s transformation into Phantom. They were spared from trauma—but only at a cost.
Yet destiny does not permit such clean fractures to exist unchallenged. By a miraculous, chaotic turn of events, this altered Fenton family too found themselves dragged into the Ghost Zone.
They wandered the same realm where the original Fentons—the ones who had survived the accident that forever changed their son—already resided.
The truth was bitter: the original Fentons had not perished in the blast that birthed Danny Phantom. Instead, they had been pulled inward, swallowed by the rift, scattered across the boundless realms of the Ghost Zone.
Thus two families—two identical reflections of the same people—walked the same realm. They were the same, yet not the same. Parallel branches of the same root, both alive, both real, coexisting in a state that should have been impossible.
It was a fracture, a wound in reality itself. A glitch.
Had it been left unchecked, the consequences would have been catastrophic. Reality would not have tolerated such a paradox for long. But by sheer accident, Danny’s selfless wish—to undo every wish the Penguin had ever made—had unknowingly repaired the tear. Destiny’s hand had guided the correction, though the boy himself could never know.
When Desiree’s spell unraveled, all was meant to return to what was once “normal.” Yet her magic, tangled with the glitch in place, defined normal differently. For the Fentons, “normal” meant unity. Two families, two versions of the same lives, merged into one seamless whole. Flesh, memory, and spirit collapsed into singular beings.
Both versions of the Fentons—past and altered—would soon become one.
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Location: Walker’s Prison
Cold, oppressive silence hung in the air, broken only by the echo of heavy boots striking the steel floor. The dim green lights flickered faintly above the narrow corridors. Ghostly mist seeped through the cracks of the structure.
Jack Fenton’s large frame was dragged unceremoniously through the winding halls, his black-and-white striped shirt twisted tight in the iron grip of none other than Walker, the Ghost Zone’s warden.
“Your cell can’t hold me, ghost!” Jack bellowed, thrashing and flailing like a trapped bear. “You think bars and bricks can stop Jack Fenton? I’ll just escape again! You have no way to keep me down”
Walker’s cold, pale face split into a thin, humorless smile. “Oh, I don’t think that’ll be a problem this time,” he said, his tone sharp with authority. “You see, I had a little… chat with Skulker. In exchange for a lighter sentence, he’s provided me with something very special—a tool designed to handle humans like you.”
They reached the end of the corridor, where a solitary cell waited. The reinforced door looked different from the others—metal instead of ectoplasmic energy. Walker’s voice echoed against the iron walls as he gestured toward it.
“Congratulations, Fenton. You’ve earned yourself your very own personal residence.”
Jack blinked at the sight of the cell and frowned. “Aw, boo…” he muttered.
Without ceremony, Walker shoved him inside. Jack hit the cold floor with a loud metallic clang, letting out a grunt as he landed hard on his side. He groaned and pushed himself up, glaring up at the ghostly warden.
Walker reached behind his back and retrieved something from the folds of his uniform—a gleaming silver collar. “A little home-welcoming gift,” he sneered. “A necklace to match your outfit.”
Before Jack could protest, Walker fastened the collar tightly around his neck.
Then it happened.
A faint, glowing silhouette flickered into existence—another Jack, translucent and echoing—overlapping perfectly with his body. The two forms wavered and began to merge, light and flesh colliding in a silent storm.
“DANNY!!” Jack roared, his voice cracking with sudden agony. His hands clawed at the collar as waves of memories surged through his mind—flashes of another life, another self. Both Jack were reliving the explosion. The Ghost Portal. Danny’s face, twisted in pain. Maddie’s screams. His own voice shouting warnings too late.
The memories blended violently with his present ones, every second a thunderclap of emotion. Jack’s eyes squeezed shut, his teeth clenched as a surge of ectoplasmic energy built within him. His body trembled, veins glowing faintly green beneath his skin. Due to having spent months within the Ghost Zone, the energy had seeped deep within in body, becoming connected to the realm itself.
And the instant the merge occurred was the moment his connection solidified thanks to Desiree’s magic.
Through the slits of Jack eyelids, a light flared—bright and wild.
His eyes snapped open, glowing with twin emerald flames of ghost energy. His voice thundered with an intensity that echoed through the prison.
“I WANT TO SEE MY SON!!”
The energy within responded to his desire and strong emotions. A beam of raw ectoplasmic power burst from his eyes, cutting through the air and slamming directly into Walker.
The warden’s smug expression vanished as the blast hurled him across the room. He hit the wall with a deafening crash, cracking the reinforced steel behind him.
Jack’s chest heaved, his fists shaking as ghostly smoke curled from his eyes as they still pulsed with lingering energy. “He needs to know we’re alive!” he shouted, his voice echoing down the haunted halls.
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Charles Hale
Also I claim first cuz this is adjacent to my guess
Charles Hale
Not even in the show did anyone but the Ancients themselves and Dark Danny dare do anything directly to the Fenton parents. This is why.
