I've honestly only seen one episode with Death in it, and I was too lazy to actually go watch the ones he's in =w=;;
The PurpleSuperCow: Huh. Well alrighty then, I guess. Like which ones line up? But, yeah Clockwork might show up at some point; I'll have to watch the episodes he's in since I haven't actually watched Danny Phantom in some time heh heh
Alyss Penedo: Hehe, okay okay I'll try my best, 'kay?
["Heaven shall forsake you." ]
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"Hello Daniel."
The boy jumps, and whirls around. He raises his arms and fisted hands, wary, and darts his eyes about; finding nothing but a yawning white, they rest again on the seated figure, taking in the man's pristine suit and slicked back hair. Danny scrutinizes the man's easy posture.
"H-How do you know my name?" he demands, daring the man to lie or say anything from the truth. He isn't home, maybe not even Amity Park; he's somewhere else and alone.
The older man shifts in the weathered, leather chair, expression softening. "I know everyone... eventually," he says, voice smooth, infliction nonexistent..
His words make Danny's skin crawl, and his stomach churn. What's that supposed to mean? Know everyone eventually? That's not possible. No one can know everyone, even if given time. Narrowing his eyes, he draws his arms closer to his sides and shuffles his feet.
A chair pops in existence, and he yelps as the colour spontaneously bleeds in, stark against the encomposing white. Scrambling backwards, Danny trips over and everything twists sideways, and ,before he can even begin to be nauseous, he finds himself thrown haphazardly into the chair.
Snapping his head to the man, he glimpses amusement flicker across his aged face. Danny scowls, and makes to get up when the man holds a hand up.
"I have much to discuss with you Daniel, please stay seated."
Despite the niggling tingle up his spine, he stays in the chair, tense and anxious. He'll hear him out. The man brought him there, which would mean he can't leave without the man's say so. Digging his fingers into the plush chair beneath him, Danny heaves a deep breath, and nods.
However, they lapse into silence, the man seemingly fine with staring lazily at him. Danny shifts in the seat, and wrings his hands together.
"Who are y-you?" he blurts after a moment, and amusement flickers once more over the man's face.
"I am Death."
Fear slams in Danny at that, the colour draining from his face. No. Nonononono. If the guy is Death, then that means that he was... he was... Bile burns at the back of Danny's throat as the idea washes over him, and he bites his lip hard between his teeth.
The man shifts in his seat, leaning forward a bit. "You are dead," Death says as if reading his mind," and I am here to collect your soul."
Something warm leaks over his lip, and into his mouth. He isn't dead. He'd know if he was dead, right? He's not dead, he'd been with Tucker and Sam just minutes ago, home from school; his parents, they'd been excited about something, first of it's kind, history making. Trembling, Danny jerks a hand to his chest, and presses his fingers hard over his heart.
Nothing.
Oh god, oh god, I'm dead, I'm dead oh god mom dad jazz sam tucker, oh god i'm deaddeaddead—
"But, you do have a... choice here, like some and unlike most who find themselves before me," he continues, eyes boring in Danny's panicked blue.
"W-What?" Danny croaks, thoughts grounding to halt, fingers curling into his shirt. "I-I'm not dead dead?"
Death gives him a leveled look, and an arched eyebrow at his words. "Oh no, you are most certainly dead, but you have found yourself in a very... unique situation," he starts before pausing for a moment," If you so wish it hard enough, you can return to the land of the living."
Danny shoots up from the chair. "Yes! Y-Yes, I want to go back, I-I don't want to die," he pleads," Please let me go back."
"It wouldn't come without a price, a hefty one at that," he says.
The boy almost feels like he's missing something crucial, but he can't be dead. He just can't. It'd devastate his parents, and Jazz, and Sam and Tucker. He can't do that to them.
"I'll pay it, whatever it is, just let me go back please," he begs, hopeful and frightened. He can die someday, after he's lived a full life, and been in space; not now when he's barely just made it halfway through his first year of highschool.
"Are you sure?" Death asks.
Danny's almost unsure he can't nod his head hard enough before Death sighs and stands. The man adjusts his suit, and the boy leans back into the chair, pinching his eyes shut. It can't be all that bad. Nothing could be worse than death. Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Right?
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("Oh God, Danny? D-Danny! Danny are you okay, d-dude?"
"Danny, oh my god we were so scared y-you were... aren't b-breathing?")