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Careful, my child, for you reap what you sow.
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Wes was irritable. He was thiiiiiis close to finally getting evidence of Fenton being Phantom. He had his camera poised and ready, finger over the record button. And what did that dick do? Phantom - Fenton - looked right at him and smiled before turning invisible. He was gone from view for just a second, too quick for him to even hit the button, before he popped back — as Fenton. Still wearing that god damned 'too-bad-try-again-next-time' smirk.
Oh how Wes wanted to punch it off his stupid face.
He passed by Fentonworks during his brooding walk around town. The neon sign was atrocious even in the middle of the day. He sneered at it. The ghosts were their fault. Theirs and that stupid portal.
Wes blinked, and then slowly smiled.
Danny had been talking to his groupies today about how the portal was down right now. And right now, there wasn't a single vehicle in the driveway, not even that stupid assault vehicle. All that was between him and a town free of ghosts - and by extension, Phantom - was a simple locked door.
It didn't take long to shimmy the lock open. The family always was ridiculously careless.
For some reason he didn't expect the house to look so...normal. It was really quite boring, if you ignored the guns and devices lazily strewn about. Almost homely, in a way.
Into the kitchen and down the stairs, to the infamous Fenton Ghost Lab. His footsteps echoed off the metal riveted to the walls. On the other side of the room, to his right, was the gaping throat of the portal. It was big and it was ugly. Wasn't Jack Fenton an engineering genius, with his wife not far behind? And they couldn't have made it look at least decent? There were wires everywhere, for gods sake! Panels were off, chippy ties holding bundles of machine innards into haphazardous groups. Yet despite this, the tunnel's gullet still hummed with electricity - they hadn't even unplugged it before setting to work on it.
Wes didn't know if that was stupid or smart. Either way, it didn't mater anymore. For the benefit of the town, for the sake of everyone's lives, he was destroying it. He pulled the plugs, and the lab was encased in eerie silence.
He searched around. There had to be some integral part that this thing couldn't function without, something not easily replaced. But also something that he could actually break. He didn't find anything, and he didn't dare try to pull things off the wall to see what was underneath. The back of the portal was just a black wall painted with some weird kind of light absorbing paint. but nothing to destroy. Swearing loudly at being thwarted for the second time that day, he spun on his heel and stomped back towards the metal mouth.
Perhaps he should have lifted his feet higher, maybe then the confounded wires wouldn't have gotten tangled around his ankles.
He tripped. His shoulder hit the wall, his head fallowing closely after. White dots danced in his eyes. Grimacing, he could already tell it was going to bruise. He blinked, confused, when the wall behind him gave way a fraction of an inch with a pleasant little click. Pushing himself up, he turned, and stared dumbly at the panel. Two huge colored buttons met his gaze - one Off, and one On. The vibrant green on glowed innocently up at him.
Who was the dumbass who put the control buttons on the inside of the damn machine?
Wes felt his muscles twitch, as if prodded by a tiny spark, and it was in that instant he became very, very acutely aware of the loud guttural hum all around him.
He didn't even have time to scream before green and white swallowed him whole.
Instant agony shot through every part of him, every single nerve, bathing him in the purest of pain. It hurt, oh god, it hurt. As hot as fire, as sharp as a thousand knives. It bit into him, gnawing and stabbing and tearing and ripping and burning. Rended long intangible claws into him and yanked,splitting him and pulling him apart, organ by organ, bone by bone, muscle by muscle. He couldn't even writhe, it'd ensnared him, paralyzed him. His own screams hurt his ears, devoured greedily by the great ugly metalic jaws of the portal.
He felt like he was being ripped apart by the very fibers of his being.
And all too soon, or perhaps not soon enough, it all just stopped. The influx of noise, the electricity, the pain, the color, the awareness. Wes shook, swaying on his unsteady feet. Neon green painting bright patterns on the tunnel walls made his nauseous and dizzy. He turned, not really of his own accord, and took three steps his brain failed to register. He felt so numb. The cool air of the lab made steam rise from his body. He blinked, finally seeing instead of just staring, shocked and unresponsive, towards it all.
He felt unreal.
The lab swam in blurs before his eyes.
The realization came crashing down upon him, and he fell to his knees.
'I'm dead,' was all he could think before the numb darkness enveloped him, very much welcomed.
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AN: So, uh. This is a Thing. I actually wrote the first chapter of this eons ago, as a little 'what if' thing on Tumblr. However, after going back to reread it, I really wanted to continue it into a full story. So here we are!
I love Wes, he's such a dork. And I show my love by murdering him, as you do.
Wes isn't on the character selector I'm so upset. He's my main chaRACTER!