Yes, Another Danny fic! This takes place several months after her little
split-personality, coming into a new person episode.
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Ray and I hurried down the stairs, almost tripping over each other in the process.
"Watch it!"
"It was your fault!"
We both ran into the Rec room. We had a school assignment that we had to practice, and for some reason there was an alligator in my room.
I have no idea.
The Rec room, thankfully, was empty. I don't think I'd have liked to practice with other people.
The writing assignment was to revise an old poem. It was for Biology, of all things. Extra-credit that was mandatory. She just wanted to laugh at us, I know it. Ray and I were sophomores now, and that had absolutely nothing to do with it, but I was a lot more comfortable now that I was totally myself, as I had been for several months.
Ray pulled out a piece of paper, and started reading off what we had. I joined him, and we took turns.
"Twas two weeks before Halloween, and all through the house, pranks were being planned by the siblings about."
"Siblings about?"
"We can't have mice planning pranks." Ray pointed out.
"As I remember, that sleepover incident with Kally-"
"That was totally different," He hastily interrupted, blushing. " Right now it's good."
"The decorations were hung by the windows with care, in hopes that creepy haunts would soon be there."
"That's okay." Ray nodded. "Now.All of the siblings were terrified in their beds, because of horror stories of Kitty's spread."
"I hope Kitty doesn't read this."
"I'm still freaked by the fact that you have an Alligator in you room. What's up with that?"
"I don't know, it just showed up."
"My girlfriend as an angel and I as a Killer, went down to the ballroom for the midnight filler."
"Weird. What does midnight filler supposed to mean?"
"You know.party." Ray flipped the page over.
"When out of the room a smell arose wafting, I ran out to see the witch crafting."
"Wafting?"
"Nothing rhymes with witch crafting anymore," I grumbled.
"Away to the doors I flew like an owl, and opened the door to see a wind so foul. The moon shown like a dinar, and I knew that horror was not far."
"Dinar?"
"So what?"
"And then what should emerge, But eight little haunts and a black hearse. A rider in black that drew no breath, I knew at once it had to be Death."
"That's pretty good." Ray grinned.
"Walking dead like ghosts of those slain, he whipped them forward howling their names!"
"On Dasher, on Rudolph."
"That's not in order."
He shrugged. "I've never been a fan of the eight reindeer. I mean, why eight? Did Santa have this thing for the number eight?"
"While we're being philosophical, what do you think I should tell Wolverine about my room?"
"That's a riddle I want no part of."
"Come ANNIHILATION, Come BEREAVEMENT, come DECEASE and DEMISE, Come DOWNFALL, ERADICATION, NECROSIS, and FINALIZE! Find me souls, Heed my call, Strike fear in the heart of them all!"
"Finalize?"
"Oblivion didn't rhyme."
As sparks from horse hooves fly, so the stream of flame met the eye, so the haunted coursers did run, hoof falls sounding like a ton."
"A ton?"
"Hey, it was all we could think up, remember?"
"I don't but let's try to get this finished anyway." I said. Though after this I was going to have to get Mr. Logan to drive me to the zoo. Again.
"And then in my horror, I screamed in terror, I slammed the doors tight, for I had not wanted Death tonight."
"Unwelcome guest."
"Eh."
"The door flung open with a sigh, and my date started to cry, and in walked that grim one in all his splend, and I knew my life would soon end."
"Splend?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "We'll just blame it on poetic license."
"His eyes with no emotion, he walked without motion, His skeletal mouth was drawn in a permanent grin, and white bone covered his face and chin."
"Emotion and motion are too close sounding. It sounds like we're trying to rap or something."
"There was a Static King who ruled the ring and-"
"-and if you continue that train of thought I'm going to brain you with one of Kitty's pancakes." I said with mock severity with an undertone of dead seriousness. I can stand rap. But not right now.
"Okay.moving on!" He flipped the page over to look at the back. "A long scythe he held in his bony fist, and billowing behind him came a glowing white mist, And his face was neither happy nor Jolly, though he wore upon his head a wreath of holly."
"He was overshadowed by death, but with him came rest, a final sigh of relief as one drifted to sleep."
"Creepy." Ray commented idly. We were almost done.
"And he came to me and raised his scythe, I suddenly saw a zipper in the light. No true bit of Death was he, but my friend dressed up in a costume from the store of Trickery Tree!"
"This is nothing compared to what me and the guys got planned."
"Oh really?" I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Wanna make a bet seeing if you actually got the best pranks?"
"His haunts were suits, worn by crazy coots, and exclaiming he whipped off his mask in the party light, Happy Halloween to all, Now let's get to the fright!"
"You didn't answer my question."
"Please. It's hands down me and the guys. The bet would just lower your self-esteem."
"We'll see about that."
"Okay. We have two weeks."
Deal." I held out my hand. He shook it. Then we said together:
"You're gonna be sorry you made this bet."
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Ray and I hurried down the stairs, almost tripping over each other in the process.
"Watch it!"
"It was your fault!"
We both ran into the Rec room. We had a school assignment that we had to practice, and for some reason there was an alligator in my room.
I have no idea.
The Rec room, thankfully, was empty. I don't think I'd have liked to practice with other people.
The writing assignment was to revise an old poem. It was for Biology, of all things. Extra-credit that was mandatory. She just wanted to laugh at us, I know it. Ray and I were sophomores now, and that had absolutely nothing to do with it, but I was a lot more comfortable now that I was totally myself, as I had been for several months.
Ray pulled out a piece of paper, and started reading off what we had. I joined him, and we took turns.
"Twas two weeks before Halloween, and all through the house, pranks were being planned by the siblings about."
"Siblings about?"
"We can't have mice planning pranks." Ray pointed out.
"As I remember, that sleepover incident with Kally-"
"That was totally different," He hastily interrupted, blushing. " Right now it's good."
"The decorations were hung by the windows with care, in hopes that creepy haunts would soon be there."
"That's okay." Ray nodded. "Now.All of the siblings were terrified in their beds, because of horror stories of Kitty's spread."
"I hope Kitty doesn't read this."
"I'm still freaked by the fact that you have an Alligator in you room. What's up with that?"
"I don't know, it just showed up."
"My girlfriend as an angel and I as a Killer, went down to the ballroom for the midnight filler."
"Weird. What does midnight filler supposed to mean?"
"You know.party." Ray flipped the page over.
"When out of the room a smell arose wafting, I ran out to see the witch crafting."
"Wafting?"
"Nothing rhymes with witch crafting anymore," I grumbled.
"Away to the doors I flew like an owl, and opened the door to see a wind so foul. The moon shown like a dinar, and I knew that horror was not far."
"Dinar?"
"So what?"
"And then what should emerge, But eight little haunts and a black hearse. A rider in black that drew no breath, I knew at once it had to be Death."
"That's pretty good." Ray grinned.
"Walking dead like ghosts of those slain, he whipped them forward howling their names!"
"On Dasher, on Rudolph."
"That's not in order."
He shrugged. "I've never been a fan of the eight reindeer. I mean, why eight? Did Santa have this thing for the number eight?"
"While we're being philosophical, what do you think I should tell Wolverine about my room?"
"That's a riddle I want no part of."
"Come ANNIHILATION, Come BEREAVEMENT, come DECEASE and DEMISE, Come DOWNFALL, ERADICATION, NECROSIS, and FINALIZE! Find me souls, Heed my call, Strike fear in the heart of them all!"
"Finalize?"
"Oblivion didn't rhyme."
As sparks from horse hooves fly, so the stream of flame met the eye, so the haunted coursers did run, hoof falls sounding like a ton."
"A ton?"
"Hey, it was all we could think up, remember?"
"I don't but let's try to get this finished anyway." I said. Though after this I was going to have to get Mr. Logan to drive me to the zoo. Again.
"And then in my horror, I screamed in terror, I slammed the doors tight, for I had not wanted Death tonight."
"Unwelcome guest."
"Eh."
"The door flung open with a sigh, and my date started to cry, and in walked that grim one in all his splend, and I knew my life would soon end."
"Splend?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "We'll just blame it on poetic license."
"His eyes with no emotion, he walked without motion, His skeletal mouth was drawn in a permanent grin, and white bone covered his face and chin."
"Emotion and motion are too close sounding. It sounds like we're trying to rap or something."
"There was a Static King who ruled the ring and-"
"-and if you continue that train of thought I'm going to brain you with one of Kitty's pancakes." I said with mock severity with an undertone of dead seriousness. I can stand rap. But not right now.
"Okay.moving on!" He flipped the page over to look at the back. "A long scythe he held in his bony fist, and billowing behind him came a glowing white mist, And his face was neither happy nor Jolly, though he wore upon his head a wreath of holly."
"He was overshadowed by death, but with him came rest, a final sigh of relief as one drifted to sleep."
"Creepy." Ray commented idly. We were almost done.
"And he came to me and raised his scythe, I suddenly saw a zipper in the light. No true bit of Death was he, but my friend dressed up in a costume from the store of Trickery Tree!"
"This is nothing compared to what me and the guys got planned."
"Oh really?" I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Wanna make a bet seeing if you actually got the best pranks?"
"His haunts were suits, worn by crazy coots, and exclaiming he whipped off his mask in the party light, Happy Halloween to all, Now let's get to the fright!"
"You didn't answer my question."
"Please. It's hands down me and the guys. The bet would just lower your self-esteem."
"We'll see about that."
"Okay. We have two weeks."
Deal." I held out my hand. He shook it. Then we said together:
"You're gonna be sorry you made this bet."
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