"You're not a hero." She deadpanned, as Danny flipped past another ecto blast. "You should be dead. And you are." Another blast fired past him.
"I'm not— Maddie, just let me explain—"
"Stop disturbing the living, ghost. Stay dead!"
That was the last draw—after so much he had done for Amity Park, so many sleepless nights, so many failed papers—and that's what he received in return? A billion ghost hunters and his freaking parents on his tail, trying to destroy him, forever.
He didn't know if he could be killed.
He didn't want to find out, either.
Woah. Not very inspired lately. Ideas are VERY welcome!