Warning: slight Gore (very little)
Daniel Fenton would like to point out that he was the victim, in this scenario.
Vlad would constantly kidnap Danny, threaten him, blackmail him, and even attempt to… get rid of him.
The GIW would kidnap Danny, cut him open to rifle through his organs like his body was a box full of junk, would withhold food and water, leaving him to die.
So he didn’t feel particularly remorseful when he hung Vlad by his intestines to the rafters of his Mansion.
He didn’t care when the GIW begged for mercy as he tore through their limbs.
Ghost’s brains were always different from human ones.
It told him to hunt those who harmed him, to make them pay.
His brain didn’t really seem to care about morals.
Danny needed an out, an escape, a plan.
As far as Amity knew, he had spent the night at Tucker’s.
Tucker was too busy helping Danny break into the GIW Headquarters, but that really didn’t matter.
Now all that was left was what to do with the bodies.
“You should run away, Danny.” Sam argues. “Keep the bodies in a pocket dimension, run away, go buy a farm, get some pigs and—“
“Nah, go to Gotham, throw them in the Harbor, you’re done!!”
“Batman’s going to find the bodies so quickly.”
“A farm life… does actually sound kind of nice…”
Danny sighs as he hears a knock on his door.
Probably another lost family.
There was no one around this area for miles.
He sits up, lights still off, waking up his two cattle dog, Tauri and Gemmi.
They blink at him blearily from their bed, confused on why he was up so early.
“Go back to bed girls, it’s not breakfast time yet.” He soothes as he puts on some semblance of normal clothes, settling on what appeared to be a black nightgown (something of Sam’s??) it was a little short, but Danny could make do. These jerks were the one waking him up.
He hears more tapping at the door and sighs.
“I’m coming…” he calls, annoyed.
He heads downstairs to the front door, slamming it open.
He looks outside, seeing two teens his age staring at him, looking bright red.
“U-uhm… hi! I’m Jon, this is Damian, we were wondering if you maybe could… call a tow truck for us? Our phones don’t have signal.” The boy kept looking down at Danny’s body, and Danny did not have the mental capacity to figure out why.
Danny sighs. “Tow trucks don’t go out this far, not at night. You’ll need to wait till morning.”
“O-oh…” the two teens turn to whisper to each other.
Danny pinches the bridge of his nose. “Where are y’all’s parents?”
“Where’s yours?” The quieter boy (Damian??) shoots back.
Danny ignores him valiantly.
“If you need a place, I got a guest room.”
Oh…oh! That would be great, thank you!” Jon smiles.
“Whatever. Grab your stuff and knock on the door when you’re ready to come in.”
As soon as the door shut, the two friends turned to look at each other.
“Buff Farmer in the sheer nightgown is hot.”
Very articulate, Kent. But yes.”
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