I
can't imagine how hard it must be to be you
Adopting
all your history, it's hard being me too
Are
your secrets where you left them?
'Cause
now your ghosts are mine as well
I
think it's time I met them and I think it's time you tell
"Sheriff Walker," Plasmius said smoothly, a tiny smile curling at the side of his mouth. "I trust you have the information I asked you for?"
Walker smirked at the cloaked ghost and nodded. "I sent one of my more...intellectually challenged...prisoners to fetch it for me." The self-appointed Sheriff of the Ghost Zone snapped his fingers and a pudgy ghost in overalls floated in holding what looked like a small book.
"I am the box ghost! FEAR ME!" The ghost yelled, tossing the book at Walker. Walker rolled his eyes and the box ghost sped away before he could be pelted with something. He was quite aware that no one would ever fear him.
Plasmius grabbed the book away from Walker, impatiently. "Inside this album rests the answers to young Danny Fenton's undoing," Plasmius elaborated to Walker while already flipping through what Walker now knew was an album.
By the time Plasmius reached the end of the album, he was laughing. "Of course! It's all so simple! Every ghost he's ever defeated has wondering, 'what is Danny Phantom's weakness?' Of course I assumed it was his family, and while he does love and care for them, the true answer was one that has been the same since the beginning of time."
Walker was looking at him curiously, so Plasmius tore a single photo from the album and held it aloft.
In the picture, a boy with jet black hair and baby blue eyes was smiling happily, his arm around the shoulders of a petite girl with short black hair, dark eyeliner, and purple lipstick. While one would normally get the impression that such a girl was an angsty sort who sat at home listening to Nirvana and reflecting on the pain in her soul, this one was different. She was smiling just as brightly as the boy next to her, but there was something else as well. There was a light in her eyes that was caught on film. A subtle something in the way she was looking more at the boy than at the camera lens.
"The answer," Plasmius continued as Walker took the photo from him, "Is a girl."
