We're reaching the conclusion people! Better be ready. Just a few more chapters to go!
Danny: Is it really almost over?
For the story? Yes. For you? NO! MWA-HA-HA-HA!
CHAPTAH!
STARTO!
It was just after Skulker got a net over his head that Danny realised they were heading towards a portal. Danny struggled, but all too soon he felt the cold energy of the ghost zone wash over him. He struggled even harder.
"Skulker, I swear to God if you don't let me go-" Before he finished his threat, something came whizzing around the floating islands and slashed straight through the net. Danny flew as far away as he could once free, ignoring Skulker's screams of protest. He flew for an hour, not looking back at any time, and flew past several ghosts he knew, but couldn't slow. Because he could feel something, maybe the thing that had cut him free, was chasing him. It had not wanted to save him; it had set him free to hunt him itself.
Finally, he stopped, bent over gasping for air. He looked around and realised that he had never seen this area before; if he had, he would've remembered it for sure. Everything around him looked broken. The islands that floating nearby were snapped in half, some still slightly held together by rotted vines or by a chunk of connected rock. There were small things too, like broken clocks, and large pieces of wood, and even broomsticks.
"Oh my...You may need to be more careful." A quiet calm voice sounded behind him. Danny spun round startled; it was a ghost, wrapped in a purple cloak that was clipped together by a gear. Red eyes peered serenely at him, giving Danny a soothing feeling. He relaxed.
"Yeah, I don't exactly know my way around." He floated closer with a nervous smile. "Don't suppose you can give me directions?"
The stranger tilted his head. "Oh, that would be easy enough." He said, reaching into his cloak and rummaging around. Danny sighed in relief; finally! A ghost that was helpful. Finally the ghost stopped rustling and Danny turned around to take whatever they were about to hand him-
When a horrible pain erupted around his throat.
"YAAAAHHHHH!" He screeched, clawing at the thick collar locked around his neck. It seemed to grow tighter, and he began to lose his breath, unable to draw air into his lungs. He felt a hand on his back, and he looked up with a choked gasp to see those red eyes again, staring at him with no emotion. He tried to scream one last time, but the collar resisted the idea. Before he lost conscious, Danny peered up weakly into those red eyes, which stared at him calmly.
And as he watched, a maniacal grin slowly spread across the ghost's face.
Danny woke with a start, sweating hard enough to make his clothes skin to his skin. Except that, his clothes weren't on his body. In fact, nothing but the bedsheet covered his nude form. He tried moving his arms, which were folding behind his head, only to hear several clinks. He was chained.
"What fresh hell is this?" He muttered, struggling against the chains. Moving his legs slightly, he found that his feet were bound as well, and the chain was attached to the bedpost. "Okay, wish I could say I've woken up in situations more weird than this..." He tested the weight of the chains, and found it was difficlut to really move without displacing the only form of modesty he had.
"Modesty is the least thing you should worry about, Daniel."
The voice was by now familiar, but by no means was it welcome; Clockwork appeared from the shadows, his eyes glowing dimly. It made him appear like the troll from Danny's childhood, the troll that was coming not for shoes or knick-knacks, but instead, for him.
"Clockwork." Danny hissed. "What the hell is this-" He rattled the chains, "-all about?"
The time ghost hovered forward. "Ah, that is..." Clockwork paused, as though he needed a moment to think of the right words.
"If you have to think about an answer, then forget it." Danny scoffed. He once again tried his cuffs. "Just get these off me, give me back my clothes, and we'll talk about how weird this was."
Clockwork tapped the top of Danny's head gently. "I can't do that. You see Danny, I've waited for this opportunity to arrive, and now that it has, I can't let you go just yet." He ended by letting his hand trail down the halfa's leg, his fingertips drifting across a pale thigh.
Danny's eyes widened, and he began to struggle harder than before. "Get off me!" He snarled. Clockwork smirked, his hand coming up to pat Danny's cheek, before making Danny's head spin with another sharp SMACK!
"Unfortunately, that would be an interference with my plans." Clockwork said softly, rubbing the reddened area gently, before kissing it. Danny squirmed, before he felt his legs get pinned to the bed. Clockwork's tail had morphed into a pair of legs, and Danny was horrified to see they were bare. Clockwork's modesty was just barely hidden. "You see Danny, from the beginning, from the very moment I found you being towed along by Skulker, you were meant to be mine." The ghost ended by pushing the blanket up, exposing more of Danny's thighs.
"And now, I'm going to collect what I'm owed." He purred, moving his hands over the halfa's struggling body.
'Then it's going to happen?' A figure shrouded in vivid hues asked in a whisper, their feet standing en pointe inside a fire. Jasle nodded.
"Eeyup. That time fool went and ensured the destruction of his own dimension." She let her feet rest on a podium, her cape lazed out to the side.
A third figure, wrapped up in a casing of vines, stepped forward. 'But, surely there must be another way?'
'No.' A fourth person, this one encircled by rapid streams of watery energy. 'The path chosen must be ended. To not do so, would corrupt the other worlds, and we were swore to protect them. Jasle has no choice.'
Jasle, who was floating upside-down, stared into the air, her eyes wandering to her companions. "Hard...reset."
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