one thing to gt out of question: I AM SOSOSOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOSOSSSOOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOSOSOSSOSSOSOSOSOSOSSOSOOSOSOSOSSOOSOSO *pant pant* SOSOSOOSOSOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOOSOSOSOOSOOSOOOOO sorry for not updating freaking ANYTHING. School just started and any updates will most likely be on Friday afternoons or weekends. :/ So, here's a DP/ROTG crossover to make up for it! ^^ enjoy! It's based off of YouTuber's shiella37's amazing cosplay ROTG/DP videos. So, the thing is is that Danny is depressed. Ghost fighting's really making him down in the dumps. So Jack just so happens to be his roommate...unfortunately, somebody dies. Guess who. -_-
Jack was bored. Like, really, really bored.
So.
Incredibly.
Freaking.
Bored.
So he slid out of his hammock and prodded Danny with a nearby tissue box. Danny grunted, muttered a few incoherent words, and turned around so he wasn't facing Jack.
Jack Overland then did something indescribable: he spun on his heel, cussed a bit, then slammed his face into his pillow. After screaming into the pillow in boredom for several minutes, he got uo and left the room.
Before he closed the door, he called, "Yo, Danny, gonna go outside and build a snowman. Wanna come?"
The halfa promptly ignored him.
Jack rolled his eyes, threw on his brown capelet, and stomped outside.
Danny waited until the door was closed, then sat up and stared at the blue ice crystals forming around his fingertips.
-NEXT DAY-
Jack poked Danny with a broom from his hammock, this time not bothering to get up. Danny sighed heavily and forced his face into the pillows and blankets.
Jack stared at the ceiling. Then the walls.
Geez, he just realized how many paintings there were in the room, and it was getting a tad bit weird. Jack's eyes popped when he saw the painting of a Victorian-aged lady on a swint wave at him.
Jack laid back on his hammock. "Great, now the pictures are talking to me. Right back at'cha, Joan," he hummed, hopping out of bed and walking out he door.
"Gonna build another snowman!" he yelled, but heard no response from the halfa.
By the next 4 days, a total of 31 snowmen stood guard haughtily around the apartment square, seeming like they were haunting snow-made scarecrows at night.
Danny stared out the window longingly for a moment before curling back up in bed.
-NEXT DAY-
This time, Jack didn't bother trying to gain some contact with his roommate. Quickly scrawling down something on a note, he set out for the snowy outside once more.
Danny was finally able to gather enough courage to get up. Walking to the door, he noticed something taped to it.
'Went ice skating. See you later.
~Jack'
A pang of dread settled into his stomach as a piercing scream hit his hypersensitive ears.
-ONE WEEK LATER-
Danny leaned against the door, rereading Jack's last words to him over again.
"Hey, Jack. I'm ready to build that snowman," he croaked.
He then opened the door and walked away. The wet stain of a teardrop hit the carpet floor before he left.
That stain suddenly warped into ice, and the flickering shape of a white-haired, barefoot boy with a blue, iced sweatshirt and a crooked stick touched the door lightly, ice creeping upon the wood.
The shape's face was once Jack Overland's.
Now, Jack Frost.
I know, it's depressing. :/ don't judge.
Dedicated to mah best friend Skylaar Arrow (not her real name) its her BDAY! So leave a happy birthday in the reviews for her, 'kay? :) ;)
-Cheshire