Sorry about updating in a while, but exams, puppy training, and all that other jazz has gotten in the fucking way. You guys will get TWO chapters by next Friday and today you'll get an Omake.
That's gonna be fun. Yay...
I don't own Danny Phantom or The Gamer Ability thing, both go to their respected owners. I still think that it's stupid I have to put this in every chapter.
"Ghost Writer! How the hell did you get in jail? And am I really the only one you thought of to bail you out?"
I stood in front of Ghost Writer with Walker by my side. I groaned and rubbed my temples at the sheepish look he sent me.
"Goddammit Gideon. You are so fucking lucky we're friends or I would leave you here."
I turned to a smirking Walker, who was looking way too smug, and asked "How much to bail him out?"
"Two thousand and a few favors."
I paused and glared at Walker, that was an unusually small amount to bail someone out. For Walker, that is.
"That a bit smaller than what you usually do, Walker. Any reason why?"
He scowled, "When that punk caused a jailbreak a few of the more... darker... residents here got out. My men have been hunting them down but the idiots keep losing them. I want you to catch the last three. All three are worth about six hundred thousand."
So Walker needs my help? Three ghosts and two thousand to bail Gideon? That... sounds pretty good, to be honest. I glanced at the blue screen that floated in front of Walker.
Game Quest
Capture three Dark Ghosts and pay two thousand dollars
to bail your idiot friend out of jail!
Because it seems that you have to do everything around here!
Sucks doesn't it?
Reward(s)
30 exp
44 Points
$200 Human dollars
$155 Ghost Money
Full Set of Anti-Ghost Armor/Clothes
?
?
?
Accept?
YES/NO
Reading the rewards I smirked and accepted the 'quest'. It can't be that hard, right?
"I fucking hate you, Gideon." I snarl as he wrapped an ace bandage around my upper arm.
"As you have said. But, nevertheless, I thank you for going through that for me." the bastard hummed.
"Oh, I didn't go through that for you, you bastard. I went through it to fucking live."
I grimace as Gideon starts to stitch up a wound on my back. He chuckles.
"You know what? I fucking hate Walker as well. The asshole gave me the wrong info!"
I heard snickers and glanced up to see the asshole himself standing in the doorway. Walker smirked and stalked in like he owned the place, which he did, considering we were in his prison.
"Glad to know you're alive, Grifter."
I drawled, "Yeah, I bet you are. What the fuck is a Grifter?"
He smirks and ignores my question and instead says, "A deal is a deal, I suppose. Ghost Writer goes free and I get my yeggmen, you should be happy, Grifter."
I snarked, "Oh, so did I move up from punk to grifter? I'm so happy, I'm nearly bursting from joy."
Ghost Writer snickers and teases, "Maybe you can sweet talk those ghosts into giving you a ride, Grifter."
I groan as they both start to laugh at me and I snarl under my breath.
"I hate you both and I hope you both rot in hell. Fuck you guys."
I love the idea that Walker is from the 1900's, so there's some slang thrown in there. It's short because -FUCKYOUTHATSWHY- I don't want to write a fucking story inside of a story, or at least not so soon in a story.
And I've decided that Gideon Booker will be Ghost Writer's past/real/human name. Because I like it.
And, because I hate it when people put something in a story that they know most people won't get, here is what the slang means.
Yeggmen - a person who breaks open safes, a burglar.
Grifter - a con artist.
It's up to you to what went down between James and the three ghosts, have fun with that.
