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museboxedin'Completely overrun by the supernatural' was nothing but a big neon bulletin board saying 'Hey Danny Phantom, come to this town!'. He was confident that he knew everything there was to know, and that anything he didn't he could bluff his way through. It had worked in the past.
It was also working now, kind of. The first demon had been a big enough surprise he'd yelled and thrown his arms up in useless protection, and instead of going straight through him the claws hit ectoplasm. That'd hurt. More yelling. Fortunately for him, these new creatures--demons, or whatever--disappeared under a hail of ectoblasts the same as any other.
The gore was distressing, though. Weak dismemberment puns stopped after the fifth demon: some things were only funny for so long.
The demons weren't alone in town, and to Danny's relief there really were some ghosts around that he could catch. Some of them looked like harmless former residents of the area, but others--yeah, those had to go.
"Dude, okay, that's just gross!" he yelped, phasing intangible through a flying sheet of slime. He waved his hands as though shaking off cobwebs. "Seriously, I almost felt that right down to my--HELLO!" Green fire cooks the air where his head had just been. Danny twists away in an improbable feat of flexibility and anatomy, darting behind decimated furniture.
He loses sight of the ghost. When he peeks over the edge of a sofa it's disappeared, though he knows it's still close. The bundle of ice in his chest is still leeching the warmth out of him, threatening to turn his breath to vapor with each little huff.
He straightens.
"Aren't we all a little old for hide and seek..."
It was also working now, kind of. The first demon had been a big enough surprise he'd yelled and thrown his arms up in useless protection, and instead of going straight through him the claws hit ectoplasm. That'd hurt. More yelling. Fortunately for him, these new creatures--demons, or whatever--disappeared under a hail of ectoblasts the same as any other.
The gore was distressing, though. Weak dismemberment puns stopped after the fifth demon: some things were only funny for so long.
The demons weren't alone in town, and to Danny's relief there really were some ghosts around that he could catch. Some of them looked like harmless former residents of the area, but others--yeah, those had to go.
"Dude, okay, that's just gross!" he yelped, phasing intangible through a flying sheet of slime. He waved his hands as though shaking off cobwebs. "Seriously, I almost felt that right down to my--HELLO!" Green fire cooks the air where his head had just been. Danny twists away in an improbable feat of flexibility and anatomy, darting behind decimated furniture.
He loses sight of the ghost. When he peeks over the edge of a sofa it's disappeared, though he knows it's still close. The bundle of ice in his chest is still leeching the warmth out of him, threatening to turn his breath to vapor with each little huff.
He straightens.
"Aren't we all a little old for hide and seek..."
