I stood up and walked around, thinking, pondering, you know, the usual when you're an insane psychopath.
I needed Vlad and Danny to secure my existence. But Vlad was in space...Wasn't he? Hmm...I'll investigate in the matter later.
An idea hit me. The lid! The lid was the weakest spot! I aimed toward the lid of the Thermos, my only chance at freedom, and wailed. My Ghostly Wail.
The lid weakened, I punched it, nearly breaking my fingers, and smirked, my forked tongue curling around my fanged teeth, as it popped off with a creak.
"Clockwork! The Demon has been let loose!" the Observants yelled. I scrammed. I hightailed it out of there faster than I could fly, and that is pretty damn fast. I conjured up a portal, spiraling my way down, nearly throwing up, until finally, with a vile taste in my mouth, I landed on the harsh, unforgiving cement.
I brushed off my suit and looked around. Nasty Burger...Still standing? NO! That means...Gah! That idiotic, pathetic punk, a baby, defeated me. A baby managed to save his family in the face of certain doom. A kid who acted like a two-year-old...I was actually pretty impressed. Hmph. Just have to try harder, blow his secret, and waste him, now that I existed out of time, apparently. I smiled around at Amity Park. So clueless...So innocent...So unknowing...I'd have to change that, now wouldn't I?
My existence is secure, no matter what. So now I could destroy my humanity, at least, leave him within an inch of his pathetic, spineless life.
Or at least I thought I could.
I found Sam riding to FentonWorks on her scooter, and my cold, black, souless heart melted. I know...I know...But I'd liked her since pre-school!
I stomped my foot childishly. Damn Danny-side...
I would rule.
