The Near Death Experience
Genre: Humor
Summary: [DSA verse] Alternate TUE verse one-shot spawned from a sugar-coated plot-bunny…that was threatening me with a pointed stick. (NO SPOILERS)
"I wish Dark Phantom lost his powers!" A teenage Dark Phantom heard before he dropped in mid air, skidded on the ground, and smacked head-first into the wall next to his cowering human counterpart.
The ghost wasn't knocked into his afterlife after that painful head-on collision…he was just…well…out cold…
Danny Fenton stared at his flaming haired previous-ghost-half, who was currently incapable of any sort of movement, with a wide-eyed expression. He did not know whether to laugh in hysterics at his unconscious ex-half, thank whatever entity existed that a certain somebody (with the help of a certain wishing ghost) made that wish, shudder at what could have happened, or poke the unconscious ghost with a stick. Danny preferably opted to stare silently at Dark Phantom as Vlad Masters and his adopted daughter, Evelyn Bardsley Masters, were frozen in shock in the corner, clutching onto each other (not like that) and morbidly waiting for their inevitable doom which was lying face down and unconscious next to Danny.
Standing at the bottom of the stairway, and with Desiree right next to her, Mona (lastnameeditedout) was frozen in place with her eyes glued to the scene and her finger pointed out from directing her latest wish. The brunette's mouth was ajar in an unnerved grin with a twitch in the upper right side of her lip while her lower left eyelid twitched from something along the lines of panic, relief, anxiety, and…morbid humor…?
"He-he…it worked…Danny's not dead…nothing's been destroyed…he-he-heh…wow…t-that means no evil-future-Danny attacking Amity Park, haha, I thought we were all gonna die, didn't you Desiree…?" The brunette twitched.
"Ah…Mona…you okay…?" The wishing ghost looked at the fifteen year old human girl twitching and chuckling with terror and still pointing forwards at where Dark Phantom was hovering just a few moments ago. "You're…ah…twitching…a lot…"
"Twitching-twitching; me…? He-he, no-no I'm not twitching-(twitch)-twitching; does it (twitch-twitch) does it look like I'm twit-(twitch)-twitching?" Mona chuckled and spasmed before her eyes rolled back and she fell backwards onto the linoleum floor of Vlad's laboratory in a dead faint leaving the current occupants (with the exception of Dark Phantom) staring at her almost wide-eyed.
Vlad Masters, not as terrified as the brunette but thoroughly rattled, nervously turned towards Evelyn whose nails (that weren't sharp or finely manicured) were dug into his suit to the point where there were potential holes in it. Like Mona, the pink-haired teenager sported her own twitches but not as feverish…also some white coloring peeked through the underside of Evelyn's pig-tails.
"E-Evelyn," Vlad attempted to speak up and dared a "sweetie?" which fortunately did not result in the jock retaliating verbally or physically at the nickname (as she still had her ghost-powers); so, the millionaire continued: "a-are you alright…?"
"D-dad…?" Evelyn, scared stiff as she was, let the word she refused to call the multi-millionaire slip before she continued nervously: "I…I…think I…wet myself…"
End…