Prince of the Cosmos
By Kayo
"Ew…why is this ectoplasm…sticky?" Danny mumbled to himself, peeling away his hazmat suit. Green globs of ectoplasm stretched from arm to arm, adhering to the suit as Danny attempted to remove it from his body. The ghost he encountered earlier had a delightful vomiting attack that coated Danny head to foot in the sticky goo. At least he managed to lock it away in a Fenton Thermos before anyone else was coated in the vile discharge. Feeling nauseated, he flew straight back to his dorm and began the sick process of taking off his soiled uniform. He wished for the umpteenth time that he could just phase through his suit. Bandaging wounds would be so much easier if he didn't have to finagle through the hazmat every time. Even his boots were coated in the nasty stuff! Yet another eventful night for Danny Phantom.
He was able to roll the suit down from his neck, touching only the slightly cleaner inside fabric. His hands still stuck to his suit every time he pulled it away from his body.
Things got worse when he got down to his boxers. The ectoplasm had seeped through to the cloth underneath, effectively gluing the two articles of clothing together. Sighing, Danny continued to disrobe au naturel. He spent several minutes trying fruitlessly to tear apart his underwear from his hazmat suit. In frustration, he threw the offending clothes onto the rug before realizing, as he picked it back up, that the area rug was now stuck as well.
"Oh. My. God." A wild grin spread across Danny's face, "I made a Katamari!"
Moments later, several other objects were rolled into the ball of ectoplasmic excrement. Danny hastily grabbed his phone and took a snapshot of his homemade Katamari, loading the image onto his PhanPage with the subtitle "Prince of the Cosmos in the making." Feeling mighty pleased with himself, he left his trophy in the middle of the floor and headed for the showers.
Lucky for him, the men's room was completely empty. (It was 3 o'clock in the morning, but he had seen many oddities since his Freshman year.) A long, hot shower later, Danny felt much cleaner and ready to tackle the chore of undoing his Katamari and washing his uniform. He really hoped that the community washer wouldn't be ruined by ghost vomit, but c'est la vie! He supposed he'd find out after he put it in.
He spent an hour in the bathroom using a combination of water and his own ecto-rays separating all the different items that were stuck together before heading down to the laundry room. After loading the washer with his suit, he took out his phone to set an alarm to remind him when the cycle was done. That was when he noticed the multiple messages from Tucker. His stomach plunged as he read the first text.
[Dude, why did you post a naked picture of yourself?]
Frantically, Danny loaded his PhanPage and opened the image he loaded only a short while ago. There, in the middle of the picture, was his Katamari. And there, in the background, was Danny's stark naked reflection of himself in front of his mirror. And just to top it off, there were hundreds of comments below the picture.
"Fuck my life."
He was going to owe Tucker big time for cleaning up this internet catastrophe.
Fin.
R&R - I'm breaking into the fandom, so criticism wanted! Look forward to an actual post Disasteroid Danny in college fic sometime soon!