Danny sighed as he punched the "living" daylights out of yet another ghost.
This one was especially stupid, he thought to himself. I mean, the ghost's
name was "The Spooky Thing." Could there be something any less original?
No, I didn't think so, he decided.
Danny looked over at where his friend Tucker was holding the Fenton Thermos. "Ready?" he sighed.
"Yup!" Tucker shouted. "We'll have this one put away in a snap!"
Tucker, Danny realized, never seemed to lose enthusiasm, unlike him. When he'd first gotten these powers, they had been horribly cool, if a little unnerving. He had thought that it would be impossible to grow tired of saving the world. But he had been wrong. Saving people just wasn't all it seemed cracked up to be. Having to be the hero was hard work, and it was getting pretty monotonous. The same ghosts would come out of the portal, again and again, hoping to best him, but never getting any closer to doing so.
"I am the Box Ghost!" came a voice from behind. Danny turned. Speak of the devil, he thought.
"Won't you just go away?" he yelled at the ghost. "You're driving me insane! WHY do you keep coming back?!?!?"
"Well. I dunno." The Box Ghost looked a bit flustered. "It's what ghosts do, you know, fighting good guys and scaring people and all that. It's what we've got all these coooool powers for!" The box ghost grinned, but his expression turned to dismay as he was thrown into the portal.
"Thanks Tucker," said Danny as he landed on the floor, reverting back to his human form. "That guy is driving me nuts. I wish he'd go away and STAY away."
"Eh, don't let him get to you. I'm guessing that guy had some strange issues in life. Don't listen to him. Just forget it."
But Danny couldn't forget. Something about how the Box Ghost had been talking about evil made him think. "it's what ghosts do..."
Danny looked over at where his friend Tucker was holding the Fenton Thermos. "Ready?" he sighed.
"Yup!" Tucker shouted. "We'll have this one put away in a snap!"
Tucker, Danny realized, never seemed to lose enthusiasm, unlike him. When he'd first gotten these powers, they had been horribly cool, if a little unnerving. He had thought that it would be impossible to grow tired of saving the world. But he had been wrong. Saving people just wasn't all it seemed cracked up to be. Having to be the hero was hard work, and it was getting pretty monotonous. The same ghosts would come out of the portal, again and again, hoping to best him, but never getting any closer to doing so.
"I am the Box Ghost!" came a voice from behind. Danny turned. Speak of the devil, he thought.
"Won't you just go away?" he yelled at the ghost. "You're driving me insane! WHY do you keep coming back?!?!?"
"Well. I dunno." The Box Ghost looked a bit flustered. "It's what ghosts do, you know, fighting good guys and scaring people and all that. It's what we've got all these coooool powers for!" The box ghost grinned, but his expression turned to dismay as he was thrown into the portal.
"Thanks Tucker," said Danny as he landed on the floor, reverting back to his human form. "That guy is driving me nuts. I wish he'd go away and STAY away."
"Eh, don't let him get to you. I'm guessing that guy had some strange issues in life. Don't listen to him. Just forget it."
But Danny couldn't forget. Something about how the Box Ghost had been talking about evil made him think. "it's what ghosts do..."