U4: Well, first story... hope it's good...
Disclaimer:
Mewtwo: Upsilon Four does not own anything. The lyrics are thanks to , and Danny Phantom belongs to some Butch guy...
Clink…..
Clink...Clink….
Danny Phantom sat in the corner, on a throne made of ice.
Clink….
More like a prison of ice, actually. His ankles and wrists were frozen to the arms and legs of the throne.
Clink. Clink. Click. Clink…
An older ghost was at Phantom's side, stitching his neck closed.
Clink..Clink..Click.
The ever-changing mechanical ghost named clockwork looked on at the scene happening in his tower, face showing regret and defeat.
Clink...Clink…
If only he didn't have to do this to the poor boy.
Clink… Clink.
His chain was growing. Every lie, every time he had to walk away from the truth.
Clink.
A medieval-looking collar -otherwise known as the jougs- was locked around his neck.
Clang. Clink.
Why did he have to die this time?
Clank.
Plasmius went too far.
Clank.
And Danny couldn't save his family.
Clink.
A ghost-hunting knife to the throat sealed his fate.
Clank.
Clank.
The fury on the new full-ghost's face showed, but he was fully dead. He couldn't become Dan.
Clank!
One hundred three links. One hundred and three lies. The boy no longer had tears silently streaming down his face, he just stared forward, dazed.
The chainmakers dragged the heavy iron over to the boy.
'Lock it to the neck, around each wrist.' Clockwork thought. The end of the chain hung about five feet off of his right wrist, dragging on the ground. Five links dangled from his neck, and the remaining three feet were attached to his left wrist.
Clockwork hated to do this to the boy, 'but a new ruler is needed'.
He floated out of his tower for a moment. pausing in the doorway. A dark figure stood over Danny, a familiar sickle in his hand.
The boy looked up, and before he could say anything the sickle was laid in his hands. A bony set of fingers picked up the long, dragging chain and threaded it through a ring on the handle, melding it into a solid link.
The skulls and bones used for decoration rattled like a wind chime. He studied the blade, a dark metal that shined like silver at the cutting edge. A red and black hooded cloak was draped on his shoulders, a blood-red ruby forming where the clasp would be.
"What's this-" Danny tried to say, but the skeleton hand was placed on his forehead.
Clockwork saw Danny's eyes flash into red, and forced himself to turn away as the screaming started.
"Link by link, your chain is in the making. Link by link, there is no way to make it shrink."
His pendulum swayed to the rhythm of the old tune.
"See these sorry sticklers who were once like you
Dragging chains of all that we acquire
All the good in life it's now too late to do
Not to mention this can really make you tired
Link by link, your chain is in the making
Link by link, no way to make it shrink
Link by link, just listen to it shaking
Link by link by horrifying..
Link by link by link by link by link by link by
Link by link, your life must be corrected
Link by link, and sooner than you think
Link by link or you shall be connected
Link by link by horrifying link."