AN: While I keep having brain farts and writer's block, I think I'll try to do some very short, humorous stories. This will be my last safety net when I can't think of anything else to write. Expect irregular update times.
With that, please enjoy!
We're Doomed!
Frostbite watched Danny fly away, grinning. Undergrowth was in for a nasty surprise. He turned towards the other ghosts, who were watching the halfa depart with fearful eyes.
Tundra scrambled up towards him, gingerly holding her arm.
"He's not coming back, is he?" she asked, wincing when she shifted positions.
The large, yeti-like ghost looked at her. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "But I hope he does."
The she-ghost looked aghast. "After all that damage he's done?" She gestured to her arm and the other ghosts, who were busy receiving medical treatment.
"After all that," Frostbite agreed. "He's going to be able to control his powers. He's not always going to be a wild storm of icy disaster."
Tundra looked back at Snowfox and Glacier, who shook their heads. Sometimes, she swore, their leader was positively crazy.
