Secret Spy

an: Yeah, yeah, I know, I start a lot of stories randomly and then update them really slow. Heh heh. It's probably my evilness shining through. *sighs* Anyways, here's another one...

It was weird, waking up (for the first time), remembering a whole lifetime (I never lived) and opening my eyes to a world that felt nothing like the memories in my head.

Sure, I felt like the same guy I always was. As far as I could tell, there were no new injuries on my body or foreign devices on my person. I had two eyes, two ears, two arms, two legs... nothing about me had changed. But everything else around me was bigger. As if I had shrunk no bigger than Skulker's real self.

At first, I thought I was dreaming. When I pinched myself and found myself still stuck in this strange giant world, I figured maybe I had fallen through a ghost portal during one of my ghost fights and hadn't noticed until now.

If only that was the case.

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"Finally awake, little badger?"

I looked up to see the face of a giant man, eyes bigger than my head and rope like silver hair longer than my whole body. Despite the change in size, I recognized him immediately. And immediately felt suspicious.

"Vlad," I spat venomously, "should have figured you were behind this. What did you do to me?" I glared at him with deep loathing, hating every second I had to see his arrogant face.

He chuckled, his laughter causing me to tense up tighter in anger and clench my hands into shaking fists. That bastard.

"My, my, my, don't we have a little temper," he mocked. His finger appeared out of nowhere and poked me off my feet. I landed on my rump in a huff, still glaring coldly at the crazed up diabolical fruitloop.

"But don't worry," he assured, "you'll soon behave like a good little halfa."

"I'll never join you!" I shouted, "NEVER!"

"I wouldn't be too sure of that," he paused, a smirk growing over his large hideous face, "after all, if you don't join me, I'll melt you down, just like all the others."

I blinked, a feeling of unease blooming in my chest.

"...others?"

Vlad's smile broadened, eyes dancing evilly.

"The other clones, my dear boy, my creations if you will."

He waved his hand dismissively as if he was sharing common knowledge.

"W-what? I'm not a c-clone," I claimed defensively, watching his face become more smug, "I'm not!"

"Oh really?" Vlad asked casually, smug smile still firmly on his face as he lifted a seemingly innocent eyebrow, "then tell me, little badger, why are you so small? Hm? Shouldn't you be a lot bigger?"

A cold feeling churned inside me. He had a point. No, he couldn't be right. I couldn't be...

"Stop it!" I shouted, feeling a bit afraid, "I'm n-not a c-c-c-clone! I'm Danny!" I was stumbling over my words, "y-you did something to me to make me like this!"

Vlad's face came closer to me, looming over me like a hungry predator. I scooted away nervously, not liking him suddenly so close to me.

"And what point would I have to shrink you, hm? You're hardly a threat even normal sized. And having a..." he paused, fingers inching closer, "... pint sized son is of no use to me."

I swallowed. It was true that I couldn't match Vlad for power even on a good day. And it didn't make much sense to suddenly shrink me down in size. I looked at my hands. No scars. My heart dropped.

Oh god, it was true.

"I-I'm a clone," I whispered quietly, staring in horror at my unmarked hands, "I'm a fucking, lousy CLONE!" I think I started to cry.

"Now, now, little badger, no need for tears."

I felt something pull on my shirt and suddenly I was leaving the table, feet dangling in the air.

"As long as you follow every word I say, I'll let you live your small, tiny, little existence here at my mansion."

Bitterness rose to my throat.

"And live with you? As if!" I choked out.

I transformed into my ghost half, feeling the familiar rings of blue white light pass over my body and phased out of his grasp. I shot an ecto blast at his hand. It didn't do more than leave a tiny burn on his skin. I felt his hand envelope me in a strangle hold. I couldn't move.

"And what are you going to do, huh? Kick me? Please."

I glared, phasing out of his grip again, only to be snatched up again even tighter. This, I decided, was an officially lose-lose situation. I was running out of options.

"What do you want?" I hissed vehemently, though I was quickly losing my steam.

He smiled, teeth sharp, large, and intimidating right next to my limp form.

"I want Daniel," he stated simply, "the real Daniel. And you're going to help me get him."

He dropped me back on the... table unceremoniously and poked me in the chest with his giant index finger.

"You're going to be my secret spy."

I opened my mouth to argue but his finger quickly slid up to my chin, finger nail digging threateningly into my neck.

"Or else you'll die."