So I was watching Repo! The Genetic Opera, right? Right.

I was tempted. Nothing is probably going to come of this, I just wanted to try it out. I don't think it's very good. I suck at first person.

Status: ...whatever.

-Phanny

I'm sure you'd like to know what's going on.

What's that frail, skinny little guy doing running down the slick streets of Amity Park in the middle of the night? Well, if I don't pay attention to where I'm going, I'll be falling on my ass, but seriously…

You hear those sirens? Yeah? So does everyone else. I'm in trouble. Well, no, not just me. A lot of people. Hell, they might not even be coming for me tonight - maybe tomorrow, or the next day. I can never predict it. All I know is that they're coming, that my time is up.

My name is Danny. I was born December ninth, 2042. I'm fourteen now. We kids, we grow up so fast…

But seriously. When I was born, I wasn't in good shape. Half of my organs didn't work right - they were all sure I wasn't going to make it to an hour old. My mother and father were devastated. They wished that there was something they could do for me. I remember my mom telling me this story all the time, about how strong I was, but I knew that she was still scared, because she remembered when I was a tiny baby trapped in a glass box, running on nothing with tubes sticking out of me. That's all my parents knew me as - something fragile.

How did I get here? DALV.

Vlad Masters was the head of the DALV corporation - they specialized in new branches of science. He said that they could fix me.

My dad asked how much.

Vlad said no charge.

If you think that's too good to be true, well…you caught on faster than my parents…

Several major organ transplants later, I was about as healthy as I could get. Those organs were property of DALV, but Vlad said the payments were negotiable - they would pay it all off monthly over the years in several installments until their debt was gone, whatever my parents could manage. And this worked.

Until mom died.

When mom died, Vlad's demeanor changed completely. Negotiable payments? They were set at an amount my dad couldn't manage. Grace periods? Gone.

My dad's monthly payment for the transplants I had received so many years ago was late this month, and that seemed to be the last straw for Vlad. Ever since mom left the picture, his well of never ending sympathy seemed to have run dry, and he was through giving us second chances.

Hear those sirens? Those are DALV trucks. DALV didn't like giving away services to people that couldn't pay. All people who couldn't pay for their plastic surgeries? DALV sent out people to fetch them - the surgeries would be reversed. Genetic modifications? DALV took care of that too.

My shoe lost its grip on the ground and I slipped, scraping my knee as I ducked into and alley, gasping for air. I had never run that much in my life.

I don't even know what I'm doing out here…I woke up earlier to hear banging going on around the house, and my dad shouting at me through my bedroom door to run.

My body couldn't take the exertion I had put on it - I leaned over and began to retch, feeling bile rise in my throat. Shit, just what I need…

The sirens came closer, and I froze. The one last thing to mention? Along with the reversing surgeries and taking away any modification anyone got, the fact remained that any organs transplanted into anyone wouldn't escape the same treatment. Almost half of my insides belonged to DALV.

Those sirens also signaled the repo man, here to take back company property.

And you can be pretty damn sure that they don't give a shit if I'm alive and awake when they do it.

Ectoplasm comes in a little glass vial, btw.