This was originally going to be exclusively on my dA after this chapter was posted in my oneshot collection but...almost nobody comments on it there (not that I don't deeply love the people who do), and I'm a feedback whore.

This is the sort of crossover I do. It's never truly a crossover with me, you know that - it's a fusion of the two mediums with changes made by me. I've been calling them fusions lately. This is a fusion of Danny Phantom and the video game Bioshock. This is why it is not it the crossover section - I don't think it truly counts. It's more like an AU.

Because it's fucking awesome, that's why.

I already have the first three chapters written, and since people reading this must have already read this chapter in my oneshot collection, I'll have the second one up soon. The second one is also on dA, but if you had read that you would have been nice and commented on it-

...okay. Get over it, Phanny.

Chapter one of Solidus! A fusion of Bioshock and DP, both of which I do not own!

-Phanny

Where was he?

Dash Baxter sat up - something he regretted as he was struck with a wave of pain in his head. The back of his skull throbbed like he had been hit - which, he reminded himself, he most likely had.

The young man looked around, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. There was a faint green glow all around him, but he was in an enclosed space. Outside one of the glass walls he saw an otherworldly shade of green and nothing more, save for a few dark spots here and there.

Looking around some more, Dash saw various signs and posters, and even though he was afraid to move in this place, he walked towards each of them and attempted to make out the words.

Down with Masters!

WE ARE OUR OWN PEOPLE!

Corruption has struck! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW!

Some of the signs were on the ground, and Dash realized with horror that some were covered with spots of blood and another mysterious green substance that he couldn't identify. What had happened here?

Dash walked forward, feeling the need to get away from where he currently was, even though he had no idea whether or not something worse awaited him.

Dash's foot struck something on the ground, and he looked at his feet. A large tape recorder lay not far away from where he was standing, undoubtedly the thing he had accidentally kicked. A small LED screen displayed a title and what he assumed would be the maker of the recording.

"Vlad Masters: A Message to the People…" Dash muttered, reading it aloud. He pressed play. An aged, sophisticated male voice began to emit from the object, and Dash listened.

"My loyal citizens of Solidus, I'm afraid I must inform you of some necessary changes. I have heard many notices of a so-called 'resistance' hiding among our people, plotting to take me down. Well, I can't allow my people to just flounder without a leader, so measure must be put in place. A curfew of seven o'clock is in place - any wandering through our town after that is considered suspicious activity, and the perpetrator will be subject to questioning. The Gatherers will be under constant supervision, do not approach the Gatherers. Their protectors are authorized to use force. Security cameras will run at all times. Searches of homes are allowed.

My people, there are necessary measures. The only thing I need to relieve these measures is your loyalty, please show me I have that at least…"

Dash had never been so confused in his life-

A crackling sound took over the recorder, and a younger male voice began to play.

"Haha…Glad Tucker showed me how to tape over that load of bullshit…and I do mean that. This guy's so full of it. Listen here, Masters - yeah, I got a little hide out, and a group of friends doin' what we need to survive in the hellhole - but let me make one thing perfectly clear: I ain't planning' no revolution. My family and I want out, and we'll find a way. The only time you'd need to worry is if you try to stand in my way, old man…I ain't a violent kid by nature, but you mess with Danny Fenton, sir, then you get what you deserve."

Dash couldn't decide which recording was worse - what was wrong with these people? What had happened in this place?

Dash put the tape recorder down, and he idly put his hands into his coat pockets as he continued to walk. Or at least, he began to walk…

Dash pulled out a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket - something he was sure hadn't been there before. He unfolded it and struggled to read it in the faint light around him.

Watch out for the ghosts, head to the building shaped like a skull and go out the back, don't get caught.

-S.M.

I love audio diaries. They're fun.