A/N: Alright guys, this is IMPORTANT. (You know it's important because I used caps.) So… due to FF's guidelines I can't actually post this story given its deliberate violence and "horror" in gross detail without the random chance of my world being deleted. So to remedy this situation, I'm putting a snippet of the story here and the rest on Wattpad. Why Wattpad? Well, mostly because AO3 isn't accepting my invite until the 15th, but also to prove a metaphorical point… And why the snippet? Because we're also not allowed to just post Author's Notes. (Can you feel the creative liberty yet?)

Anyways, here's my Wattpad (Sorry about any inconvenience earlier): Kira8428

And I hope to post one-shots for the Raising the Future AU every so often while you wait patiently on the final installment. As for tonight's presentation, enjoy all of the parts of this short story that are not against guidelines (as far as I'm aware of.)

Dan stepped back after strapping a young man to the rusty lab table. His red eyes scanned the bindings to make sure they were secure as well, not that it really mattered. The man was so weak and frail, it was a wonder he hadn't turned to dust yet. Dan was quite glad he didn't though; it was getting harder and harder to find people to teach Danny with. He'd have to switch to ghosts soon. Not that it was a big deal. He knew Danny wouldn't mind.

In fact, at the moment Danny stood bouncing in excitement. Today Dan planned to teach him how to torture a person. It was something the halfa had been wanting to learn since his father first mentioned it, and now he had the opportunity. That made the halfa so excited he could barely stay in one place. To the point he'd start to fall through the floor in anticipation.

Then Dan waved him over, a small smile on his teal face as Danny jogged up. Dan was sure the boy would have flown had he been in his ghost form, but Danny wanted to challenge himself by not using any of his powers. He rolled up the sleeves on his blue shirt, which tumbled back down his arms, and gave a determined grin to the taller man. Dan smiled back and wheeled a cart of tools over. Danny eyed them curiously, picking up a scalpel to look it over.

"Now Danny, the number one rule of torture is to not let him die. Not until the very last second. Understand?"

"So what do I do first?" Danny asked, his childlike voice making the man shiver.

Dan smiled. "You can do whatever you want, just…"

Dan looked around briefly before sighing. He took a knife from the cart and cut his finger, marking various spots on the human with ectoplasm. The malnourished man had opened his mouth halfway through the process, with the words "please don't" barely heard passed his lips. Unfortunately the phrase fell on deaf ears. Once Dan had finished he stepped back.

"Don't cut any of the areas I marked, or if you do be very careful. Got it?"

Danny nodded, climbing onto the work table for a better look. He noted the various lines that followed certain arteries, and thought about the best way to approach this. His mind weaved with ideas, as he thought back to the many gruesome scenes he'd watched his father leave while growing up. (A sentence is supposed to be here) They were much like snowflakes in those ways.

(Okay, you know cutting all this up really isn't easy. Just go to the link. I think this meets requirements, I don't know.)