I do not own Danny Phantom.
Hey another one-shot/drabble.
Be happy.
Music filled the air.
It was slow, as if someone was playing it on the piano.
Many heads turned around, eyes flicking around the room searching for the source of the music.
It crawled into people's heads, making their own thoughts still and float away, leaving their minds blissfully blank. They stared at nothing, not even searching for the music anymore, simply staring blankly forward.
The person on the piano laughed slightly, a dark smirk crawling onto his lips.
He changed the tune.
A slower song drifted through the air, it was a bit faster than before, more beat, more rhythm. It floated through the air, going through all of the heads and searching inside their memories, searching for a specific….person.
The music circled around a woman, making her stand up from where she was sitting and walking over to the piano.
"Where is he?" the figure asked her, his voice as musical as the music he made on the piano keys.
The woman replied in monotone "He's up in his room, grounded."
He smiled slightly as she walked back to her seat. He took his fingers off the keys for a second and gave all ten of them a small shake. Once he placed them back onto the piano keys his music picked up, louder, more upbeat.
It floated up the stairs, seeping under the door crack of the locked door.
The pianist smiled when he heard a small bang and a thump.
The door opened and he heard footsteps down the stairs.
He turned around, his violet eyes looking into blank blue ones. The violet eyed man smirked at him as he murmured "Come on halfa, let's make some music." The thoughts in his mind were not of actual music, they were of screams of pain.
The halfa nodded, understanding him. Instantly white ring surrounded his body, changing his blue eyes to green and black hair to white.
The man smiled and turned back to his piano keys. Once he placed his fingers on it, a fast sorrowful song played, making all the other people 'wake up' from their trance. The man's smile widened once he started hearing the screams.
Not once did he look up and check on his halfa's progress.
Not even when blood splattered across his face.
I'm listening to some dark music over here.
That's why I thought of this.
I wonder if this actually can happen in real life.