Phantom on the Shore - A Batman X Danny Phantom Crossover fanfic

The Unraveling Abyss of Madness

Day Twel̵̬͓̲̹̜͙̙̫̩̍̈́́͆̒̋̌̅̚̚͠ṿ̸̨͎͇̮̪̲̖̹̞͕̗̓̎͌́͒̂̔̋ę̶̨̨̠͈̦͉̜͓̻͓̱͎͖̘̞̭̎̍͑̇̀̈́̎͐̂̉͠͠͝

The fluid that comes from Phantom's ghostly form presents an anomaly of profound intrigue. A disconcerting semblance to blood shrouds its every being, yet its inherent impurity perplexes our comprehension. An analysis reveals an abundance of impurities, confounding attempts to decipher its true nature. Ectoplasm, a known entity within the paranormal lexicon, intermingles with an unidentified element, suggesting the potential revelation of a new element. Curiously, our investigative endeavors are thwarted as the results persistently display the message "Error," casting a metaphorical veil in discovering the truth of Phantom's existence.

Day Twḛ̸̢̢̨̡̛͓͚̹̫͇͚̦̰͔̬͕̍̆̑͌͆̂̎͑͌͒̂̈͘͘͜ṇ̸̢̢̭̗̗̜͓̲̦͇̀t̵̢̢͍̘͍̩͕̝͔̺̠͈̺̻͉͑̽͐͊̚͜͝͠y̸̹̱̮͔͉͖̹̘͕̘̹͔̰͂͊̃̌͐̒́̑̊̓͊̑͑͒͘̕͝

In the annals of our clandestine endeavor, Phantom's escape attempt was met with prompt and severe retribution. Limbs rendered fractured and its Achilles heel severed, the resultant agonized screams resonated through the confines of our facility with deafening intensity. The collateral threat posed by Phantom's ghostly wail, a potential harbinger of doom, loomed large, stopped solely by the efficacy of the operational ability-restricting collar.

Day F̷̧̧̛͓͓̬͉̼̟͚̝̯̻͈̘̒̐͗̈́̓̍́̈́͝ỏ̸̢̨̰̝̝̻̪̲͕͔͕̫͐̃̑͌̋͛̄̅̾̏͗̾͗͜r̵̛̻͗̃̐͛͋̐̀͗̾͒̽͗̐ţ̵͉̞̰͔̦̃̈̅͠ý̵̛̻͎͈̗̦̦̫̦̓͜͜ͅ

The page has been ripped out.

Dȧ̸̞͙̤͕̼͖̮̤̰͔̃̋̇͑̎̽̿̊͘͜͝y̸̨͚̜͔͍͔̞͖͔̦̆́͑̅̉͑͐̀̑̑̎̈́́͘ͅͅͅ ̶͈̫̈̌͂̾͊͗̿͝1̵̬͚͕̯͎̩̌1̸̢̨̛͚̦͕͖̗͖͖͛̓͑͐̋͆͑̔̅͘͘̕0̴̢̛̙̠͖̮̈́̈́̃́͐̍̄̄̄͘̚͠͝?̴̡̡̧̦̬̹̥̭͓̠̗̓̔͆

The revelation echoes through the dimly lit corridors of the clandestine facility, a proclamation that transcends the boundaries of reality. ̵̡̯̱̤̯̔̀͑͒̏̀͑̓͘͘̕͘͝Ṯ̸̢̪͔̖̝̭̟͉̱̈h̴̛̛̭͖͎̼͇̜̮̽͌̅̉̋̒͗̃͆̚̕͠͠e̴̝̮̰̺͔̾̎̊̋͑̂̂̽͐̽̕͠ ̵̛̛̜͆̈̐̅̒̄̐̋̃̐̓̽͆g̸̡͍̦̩̪̺̟̿͒͒̒̿̅̈́̿̓̕h̸͖̦͔̭̲͕͙̺̰͆̊̔̐̀̇̚ö̷̡͇̭̲͖̱̰͔̺͎̮͔̙̪͈́s̴̗̪͎̥̖̻̲̪̞̳̲̩̅̏̋̆͆́͊̒̓͌͒͗̊̋̆ṫ̶̢̢̲͎̬̭̳̬̓̀ ̵̨̛͙̭̩̳̩̱́̌̐͌́́̒͒́̄̽̕͘͜ḵ̴̛̛̙͖̥̟̞͓̣͌̐́̈́ï̶̢̧̛̫̰̯̥̱̣͕̘͔̲̳̩͍̹̂͐͌̀̎̽̐̊͋ͅn̷͎̊͋͑̄̌̽̊̆͒̈̏̓͑̂͘͠͠ģ̶̧̢̨͇̮͈͈̺̬̪̰̤̻̦̲̈̈́̈͆͐͜͠͠͝!̵̧̯̘̠̩̘͒́͋͌̓̔̑͂͆̎͌̀́̚̕ ̴̢̺̙̩͓͉̰͚̝̑̔͒͂̅̎͂̊̎͘͝Į̸̧̛͇̙̣̉̎̒̉̀ͅ ̶̨̖͙̘͒͗̈̈́́̈́͝w̷̧͉̱̯̙̘̻͈̭͔͍͓̱̆͒͊̅̔͐͊̎́͒̏̂͋͌͝ͅȃ̷̻̥̺̦̲̜̫̻̫̮̪̳̪͎̇̉̒̿͜͜s̸̡̬̦͔̲̫͍̦̤͍͚̅́̒ ̸̧̛̟̗͉̦̩̙͈̙͕̭̉͛͑̈́̀̄̄̋͛j̵͇̏̈́ŭ̸̙̮̩̱͕̩̠̎̉̈́̽̀́́̋͌̂̀͘̚͝s̸̢̪̲̰̗̫̮̫͖͍̱͈̿̓̓̒̉̉̅̈́̀̎͐͘͜͜͝͠͝t̶̬͉̝̰̞̰̬̎̄͂̒̌̄͐̽͆̀̀̌̄͠ ̵͔͕̫̜̗̱̺̬͕̈̌̇͂͛̉͐́͊̈̚̚͝͝į̵̝͕̬̲̣̠̞̝̼̂̋͆̓ṋ̶̨̘̘̟̯̠̥̝̩̻̫͓̣̅̅͋̋̏̇͊̎̒̎ͅf̴̫̬̘͒ơ̵̡̛̛̳͚͙̤̣̓̀͂̋͘͝ȓ̸̛̛͖̱̙̟̳̲̣̞̜͎̆̇̕m̵̠̝̻̖̍̿̄͛͋͐̔̉͌̀͝ȩ̸̨̢̭͉̫̟͔͕̖̠̯̺̭́d̸͓̮̩͕̟͕̘̺̗̟̪̦͍̜̹̒̾̈͐̈ͅ ̴̲̥̜͚̼̣̭̳̚ͅw̴̢̗̻͈͈̕ͅé̴̜͔̹̣̱̼̩͖̙̺̘͖̩͗ ̷͎͖̗̰̫̙̼͎̘͇̰̏̓̀̅̆̈́̓̎̐̀͠ͅh̶̙̱̓͂͐̒̅̊̌̀͘͠á̶̛̟͉̜̍̄̃d̷͚͓̣̱̻̫̬͇͔̬̗̃̏̈́̊̎̀̑̈́̋͜ ̸̡̛̛̦̰͙̝̗̜̊͋̓͒̎̐͌̌̒̆͘c̸̨̲̞̬͒̏̑̐́͗̊̅͝ͅẫ̶̧̛̛͙̮̘̖̹̤͚̟̹͘p̵̹̮͙̬̈̈́͑t̶̩̹͕̩̼̬͔̜͐́̂̈̂̈́̇̈́͘͝ų̷̛͎̭̟̼̩̯̤͖̮̠͕̖̯̃̄̓͛͗̅͂́̆̈͜͜ͅr̷̡̛̛̠̈́͛͋̾̅̈́̂̓̊̄͘ȩ̸̛̭͔̪͐̔̾̄̈d̷̟̼̦̉̇̒͘ͅ ̷̢͓̙͖̜̞̫̜͎͓̖͙̺̹̲̯̊̀̉̌͋͒͑̂̆͐͊̓_̵̨͔͇͓͖͙̮̳̣͎̅̑̀̀̿͂́͘͝ͅt̶̨̢̜̱̻̭̟͚̟̻͙̥̮̃͗͌̃̃̈́̓͠h̷̻̗͈͖͈̳͍͙̗̜͎̞̅͑̈́̏͛̉̄̔̅͑͜͠͝ẹ̶̞̑̂̂̊́͘_̴̢̛͈̫̥̝̙͖̳͓̞̃̋̀̏̍͂̑̚͜ͅ ̴̨̛̤̠̦̩̃͛̐̄̀̃͠͝ğ̷̳̼̰͔͕̺́͗̔͗̅͂̕͝h̷̢̢͙̺̩̼̟͋̐̔̾͛̄̆̅̊͂̋͘͝͝͝o̴̢̮͈̰̺͙̐̎̐͌́͂̚̚s̴̛̝̟̳̠̬͖̞̻̼͔͌̓͛͒̉̉̎̂̓̂́̈́̌̕̚͠ẗ̵̛̛͉̫́͗̔̎̍̀͛̇́͠ͅͅ ̵̢̨̛͙̻̦̉̑̎̄̅͂͐̇̊͐̕͘͠k̵͓͈͕̈̏̉̀͋̔̕̚̚į̷̝̪͖͖̬̣̫̤͉̼̗̐͐̋̔̈̓̉͐̐͑͘͝n̸̡̜͇͖͖̮͍̘̤̥̠̘̓̍͋͛̈̂͜͠͝g̴̛̰̻̭̱̝͕͈̩̼̰̮͍̫̑́̋̚ͅ!̸̼̪͔̣͈͔͎̦͚͚̦̗̪̻̩̈́͂͊͐̅̋͆̔̎̀͂̚̚̚͝͝ ̸̧̛̹̮̭͉̱̮̬͈̗̹̪̙̞̰̃͋͋́͊̓̿̌͘̚͠The very essence of Phantom takes on a new dimension, a rare specimen more profound than the twisted corridors of our collective imagination could have foreseen.