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Daniel Fenton cowered in the corner. He didn't feel sorrow anymore when he allowed his mind to stray to his family and friends, but as he looked into the crazed eyes of his ghost half, he found he was still susceptible to horror and fear.
Phantom yanked him up by his shirt, his free hand caressing his human half's face almost tenderly. "My humanity," he rasped, and Danny flinched as the claws now sprouting from what had been his hands dug into his cheek, allowing the rattling tongue to ghost over his skin.
Dan smirked. "We wished for all the pain to go away, did we not?" His half-lidded eyes mocked and taunted the boy, daring him to speak. "For all the sorrow and pain to disappear, along with the useless ghost powers that couldn't save them. Well, we got our wish, didn't we? Human self, meet evil ghost self." With a wrench of his arm, Fenton was sent flying, crashing into a table laden with beakers and test tubes.
The glass bit into his skin everywhere, and the chemicals stung. Danny was hoisted up by his evil self, and slammed into the wall forcefully, a hand around his throat holding him inches off the floor as instinct, ground into him by numerous ghost battles, caused him to struggle like a beached fish.
Looking remarkably like Plasmius, Phantom bit into Danny's neck, sucking the liquid of life away from the artery at the side of his neck. Blood flecking his jaws and chin, he tightened his hold around the bleeding neck, leaning in close to Danny's face to croon.
"Die, my humanity," he breathed. Danny's throat was bruised, lungs fighting to draw in breath. His eyes rolled in their sockets. "Die, and let darkness claim the world. Hush little baby don't say a word." he sang, giggling drunkenly.
Danny's blue eyes met Vlad's. The billionare had regained consciousness and was now frozen in fright. Unbidden, the thought jumped into his mind: The fruitloop would have made a good guardian.
With this, and the memories of the caring side of the older halfa gained over the past few days, he mouthed the words: "Run, fruitloop."
Wide-eyed, the billionare backed from the room, then turned tail and fled, and Danny knew he was going to die. Funny, I always thought I'd fight death more than this.
He thought of Sam. He thought of Tucker, Jazz and his parents. He thought of Vlad, of how his arch-enemy had turned about and provided a supporting pillar when he needed one the most- not that it helped, he added. He thought of Amity Park, his town, thought that someone should warn them of the evil now unleashed upon the world, then realised that he just couldn't care.
Moving his head, he looked into his evil self's eyes, taking his last breath. Dan grinned and said, "Poof."