Mostly written for my own amusement.
"What was you said?"
A crunch of a bone as your arm is twisted sideways. Your heart beats wildly for you, sluggish with the energy of the dead. A roar breaks through your raw throat, laced with thick green waves of ectoplasm.
"What we said."
The monster barely faltered in its rampage, turning three of its four eyes onto your weak form. It let out a low rumble in it's throat that shook the very ground you stood on.
"What we see."
Danny Fenton, you have failed. You shut your eyes, searching for an unused power that could save those people-
"Living is the hardest thing to do."
When you wake up, you're dead. Vlad had shown you the trick before, using a mouse injected with your ectoplasm. It blew up the entire table it rested on, leaving only its ghostly shell.
"What we live for."
The monster is gone. Amity Park is safe. But you?
Ha. You're dead kiddo.