A/N: Have you all seen the Danny Phantom Fanfic Awards ChaosDragon is doing? (http :// dpfanficawards. livejournal. com/ - delete the spaces). I'm happy to say that no less than two (!) of my drabbles have been nominated (thank you Cordria and whoever else did that). So the good news is that there is now a whole collection of awesome fics listed in one place for me to read, the bad news is that the more I read the less I write.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom29. Happiness
Zing...
The huge robotic ghost held up the knife he had been honing, examining the edge carefully, meticulously. It gleamed greenish in the swirling emptiness that was the ghost zone, and for a moment he could see his smile reflecting in the blade, a smile that would have set any ghost running if they could.
Zing...
The unlucky ghosts packed in the cage close by would have happily done just that, running, flying away, but they had the relative ease of mind in that they knew the knife wasn't being sharpened for them. Other than that, they could well have done without the sight of Skulker smiling, even humming to himself.
Zing...
Skulker hummed the tune that had been in the back of his head all day, only frowning slightly when he recognized the tune as being Ember's. For a moment he stopped, contemplating his blue haired ex-girlfriend. The smile faltered a little, but only a little, before returning full force and he continued his humming. Ember had called him a loser, the worst hunter of the ghost zone, a pathetic glob that couldn't scare a bunny if he tried. But he had proven her wrong.
Zing...
Again he examined the knife and, finally satisfied, put it aside carefully on the table next to him. Then he grabbed the next one, an oddly shaped knife with quite a few dents and rusty spots on it as if it hadn't been used in quite a while.
Zing...
The collective of ghosts huddled together in the cage, not by choice but because of the lack of space, winced at the sight of this new knife. They knew all to well what it was for and as by a silent agreement, they avoided looking at the single ghost sitting in the cage next to them, sitting in the corner with his hands around his knees, unmoving. He would have loved moving, screaming, shaking the bars of his cage, but he was kept in place by a tightly spun net that was pressing into his skin. On top of that, his hands and feet were cuffed and his mouth was sealed off with some green goo, the smell of which made him slightly nauseous.
Zing...
His big green eyes watched the hunter in horror, fascinated by the sound of the honing of the knives, the gleaming of the blade and especially the eerie smile on the ghost's metallic face. It paralyzed him even more effectively than he already was and the simple fact that he knew that the last thing he'd hear was that innocuous sound of a knife being sharpened almost drove him over the edge. Not that anyone would actually notice if he did go mad. He. Could. Not. Move.
Zing...
Skulker meanwhile was well aware of the frightened green eyes watching him and a feeling of satisfaction flooded through him. He had finally done it. Him, the greatest hunter of the ghost zone, had finally caught the infamous Danny Phantom, soon to be decorating the wall of his liar. All the other ghosts would fear him and respect him and maybe he would even allow Ember to come and apologize to him for her harsh remarks.
Zing...
Skulker held up the knife, satisfied. His beautiful knives, once again ready for action. This was true happiness.
Admit it, only I could come up with a story like this for a title like this...