Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom!
"Ow," Vlad groaned as Jack Fenton's fat fingers dug underneath his skin. The lab accident that had occurred a couple of weeks ago, that he could live with. But this?
"Come on, V-man! When I was a kid my dad used to do this all the time to get rid of acne!" Jack exclaimed as he popped another one of the multiple spectral zits that dotted his roommate's face.
"Yes, it might ow have worked ow on regular acne, but ow what about ow ecto-ow-acne? It's a totally different ow ailment!" He grimaced yet again while Jack tried to dig his fingernails below the pimples and draw the ectoplasm out.
"Yeah, Maddie and I thought about that, and she had another idea, but you might not like it…" Jack's voice trailed off as he looked down at the ground.
"What is it, J-man?"
"Well, you see, she kinda…"
"Jack, what is it?"
"She signed you up to get a facial!" Jack blurted. Vlad sat straight up in his hospital bed and stared at Jack in shock as he used a towel to wipe up the green pus that was oozing out of the zits Jack had popped.
"She signed me up for a what! Am I a woman?" He exclaimed angrily.
"She says that guys get them all the time. Man, I feel sorry for you, Vladdie." Vlad groaned as he sank back down into the bed.
"I hate ecto-acne," he mumbled.
I'm never forgiving my mom for signing me up to get one of these. Never.