"It's all your fault!" Danny shouted.

"My dear boy, I have no idea what you mean. Where have you been all this time?" Vlad stood up straight facing Danny as he studied his fingernails.

"Don't pull your bullshit Vlad. The GIW told me that an anonymous benefactor was funding the project."

"Anonymous is anonymous. That could've been anyone."

"But it wasn't just anyone." Danny pulled out a phone and started scrolling through news articles. "You convinced everyone that I ran away. That I ran away from home as I was dying."

Vlad just stared at him.

"And then if that wasn't bad enough. You convinced everyone that Sam and Tucker ran away with me. What'd they do? Try to expose you? Try to get me out?"

Danny floated closer to Vlad's face. "I need you to tell me where they are."

"They're not anywhere."

Danny's face pinched at that response. "What did you do to them?"

"You wouldn't like the answer."

His stomach dropped and he picked Vlad up by the front of the shirt. "What did you fucking do to them, Plasmius?!"

Baring his teeth Vlad finally gave Danny the answers he wanted. "I killed those two rotten, good for nothing children. Is that what you wanted to hear? All they did was stand in my way. Once they broke into the GIW facility I paid them to experiment on those two worthless children as well."

Danny couldn't hear Vlad anymore over the pounding of his pulse in his ears.

"It needed to happen in order for you and Maddie to be mine."

Danny's anger overflowed and he grabbed Vlad and held him up by the throat instead. "What's left of me to take, Vlad? I'm fucking dead."

Vlad started to talk but Danny's grip on his throat tightened. "This is all your fault Vlad. Yours and everyone who believed you. Why would no one even come looking for us? They just abandoned us."

Danny met Vlad's gaze, a hot rage filling his eyes.

"I will demolish every single person who let this happen. Starting with you."

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Much of Amity Park was left in ruins. Dotted along every street was the occasional house that wasn't destroyed, even if they were somewhat damaged, someone who had pleaded with him that they knew something was wrong. That they didn't know how to help. They thought that the police would have taken care of it.

There were only three houses left completely intact and unharmed. The Fenton's, the Foley's, and the Manson's. They had begged and begged and begged for someone to listen to them. Their children were troublemakers but they would never just run away. They would skip class and show up home late for curfew but they always, always came home.

Danny thinks Sam and Tucker had started organizing something because as he flew down the street confronting the A-listers he found along the way, many knew who he really was. Apologized for what had happened. Pleaded that they wanted to help break Danny out but were stopped by Sam and Tucker because it would be too dangerous. Dash nearly cried when he saw Danny and they were all spared from his anger.

Now he sat atop Fenton works, watching the destruction he caused. Feeling too torn between being sick at his actions and the satisfaction of finally getting revenge.

Danny began to grow tired and at the edges of his vision he saw light begin to fade in. In front of him, two familiar silhouettes appeared and understanding dawned on him. He didn't know if this light was taking him to heaven or hell or maybe some other place altogether considering what he's just done, but he didn't care. He just closed his eyes and let himself fade.

Much of Amity Park was dead, just like Danny was, but it wasn't his problem anymore.