Wow Halloween is so close, I think I might just finish this in time, just three or four more chapters and a big surprise I have for all of you when you reach the end! :D
I won't let any of them win, I'll devour them all,
Phantom thought determined and bored hid upstairs, away from his dead human half and past halfa self. He was thoroughly enjoying this cat and mouse game, he could go on forever if he wanted but all fun and games had to come to an end sometime.
"Here I am free, free to do what I want, free to take, even kill...but not yet completely, I have to break them in order to leave this place. I am a Ghost. I have no need for my disgusting human emotions, can't wait to get back to Amity, and create my own little taste of horror.."
His Halfa self was next.
One thing I need to go pick up before I search for him."
He went intangible, and flew inside of the walls then to where the two were looking at the picture frames. He pulled the torn one off and made a snort and chuckled.
"I won't let you have it."
He put the frame horizontally against his torso,
"I've hidden my humanity within these walls, I'll kill you before you force it back into my being, Danny."
Flesh started to peel against the edge of the frame, and he pushed, further and further and further...green blood dripped onto the floor. He grunted from pain but kept going and laughed.
"Oh how I enjoy being a monster, they won't know what's coming to them."
Red slit shaped eyes glowed in the dark hallway, a bright grin on his face as well as the brightness of green liquid gleamed in the darkness.
Danny shut the door behind him and held on to the knob, in deep thought. He then let go and leaned against the door, and in the other gloved hand, the piece of the torn photo he still held onto. He needed to think before continuing. He fought back the feeling of nausea in his stomach. More than anything, he just wanted to be home, and not just with Sam and Tucker, but his family... His heart ached.
'"If something happens, make sure you come home safely"'...
"Jazz..." He whispered disheartened.
He gripped the photo piece in hand.
"I promise Jazz...and everyone, I will make it out alive!"
He went to the door to the continuous loop.
"The stairs." Something hissed.
He whipped around, hearing someone whisper, and it sounded like only just a couple feet away from himself.
"If something is trying to tell me something, I can't hesitate to follow and not listen to it. So far I've heard three voices, one was myself, one a girl, and the other Phantom. What makes them all different? One is evil and untrustworthy, the remaining two have been guiding me. I'm sticking with this voice." He whispered quietly.
He stood still to see if he could hear it again.
"Photo piece...stairs.."
"Hey, are you trying to tell me another piece is hidden in the stair way down there?" He pointed in that direction, asking out loud. Then he smacked his face in shame, thinking the other Phantom may have heard him.
Idiot! Stupid move. What if I get attacked?
He took a quick look around for anything and made sure he wasn't being spied on, and ran to the staircase and crouched to get a better view under the steps.
"Okay...so there should be one around here somewhere."
He knelt down and looked under each step, the one before two of the steps by the flooring...he found it.
For the first time since being trapped, a huge smile formed on his face.
"Bingo!". He cried excitedly. He unfolded the two pieces and looked them over.
"This one is a corner piece, and the other goes on the bottom."
He knew now which picture he was looking for, it was the one with his family and friends together outside his house, the corner part had the neon "Fenton Works" sign inside of it.
"I think my other self that died would be so happy right now. But I gotta keep looking for the other ones."
He remained positive, and opened the door to the never ending corridor, this time the whole hallway was dark. He turned the corner, the red lights were over in that direction and something was moving. He walked slowly with caution. Danny looked up and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. Now he could see what was moving;
A refrigerator was tied and roped to the ceiling, blood was seeping and splattering to the floor in a bigger pool of blood. He could see someone's hand dangling out of the door..., He nearly threw up. Because of this, he ran to the bathroom. Gagging and trying to take slow breaths he stayed there in front of the rusted covered toilet,which was just as disgusting as the scene outside of where he was.
"So awful..."
He coughed some more and sat on the edge of the bathtub. He noted to himself the body of the other Danny had been long gone. As well as the blood and...Ugh, don't think about it! He snapped at himself.
"What now? as horrible as that thing is, I have to keep on, but I don't know at this point..."
Then an idea came to him.
"If I don't look at it, I'll be fine. And, I need to look at the picture frame again and see how many pieces are left."
He stood up, although still neasous, he made his way out of the bathroom.
His confidence, however, was struck down again. Because this time...the refrigerator was swaying back and forth, and heard bloodcurdling screaming coming from it.
Danny couldn't move. He felt his entire being freeze up in terror. It wasn't just the screaming, the blood, or the whole thing that disturbed him. He froze because..
"That screaming...oh my gosh...it's my own."
"AUGH! AUGH! HELP!" AUGHHH!"
Danny groaned. He could only take a guess as to who was stuck in the refrigerator, but didn't want to think of anything else. He ran to the door to the staircase, covering his ears. He couldn't take it.
He opened the door and slammed it shut, making the walls vibrate. He panted heavily. He leaned against the door and tried his best to keep standing up.
"That had to be me, stuck in that thing...just what did that evil Phantom do to him?!"
He heard the screaming again.
"Oh no..just great."
He put his hands over his face, trying to muster up the courage to get over it and ignore it.
"Just remember the plan, find the pieces and get out of here."
After a few moments, the screaming somewhat quieted down, but still loud enough to hear it.
"Where should I look next? floors?...floors it is then."
He used his night vision again and looked everywhere on surfaces he would miss, he went to the spot where the other picture frames where. Then he noticed for the first time there was a fake plant close to them. He leaned over...there was something crumpled and white inside the pot.
He dug into the fake dirt, and grabbed it. It certainly was another piece. And briefly, his anxiety vanished.
"Every piece I get gets me closer to home."
He couldn't help but hold it against his chest, this simple piece of photo was going to save his life, and he could forever leave this place, meet the girl, and go home.
Danny remembered the last thing he needed to do.
"Gotta look at the frame, I almost forgot."
He went to it, and gasped.
It was gone!
"What?! Where is it?!" He cried in panic.
Then he frowned.
"Only one person would have done something to it." He growled.