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ㅤ-` 👻 ´- 【  “ Plas—  did you know Danielle came back? ”

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-` 👻 ´- 【   “  They’ve  got  Lily  and  I  in the back of a truck.  Unknown ghost hunters ;   I  tried  to talk to them  but  they  knocked us out  and  when  I  came  to ,   I found that they  chained us up  back here  with  anti-phase cuffs !  PLEASE, help !  I can’t let them hurt  my daughter ! ”

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While Danny was on his way to school, Freakshow had finished the last of piecing back his mind control staff that had long ago fallen and shattered under the train tracks that his family’s once profitable circus rolled over. He had broken out of his cell the GIW had kept him in, without Lydia’s help, and now that he had his staff pieced back together and working again, he could call her to him with the command he could give to the staff… as well as take his revenge on the boy who humiliated him not once but twice. And he’d had enough. No more silly games. No more circus tricks or stunts. He was going to make that boy look so bad, not even his own family would think of him as the same again. Once it was all over and he was humiliated and a mess of his own, Freakshow would kill him himself.

Bounding up the front steps, he gave the door a sharp rap. What a day this was shaping up to be, and it wasn’t even lunch time yet!

“ Um— ”  A weak laugh,  a trembling hand holding himself up against the wall,  “ What’s up, Plas?  Is...uh..everything alright? ”

“Not now Plasmius. I can handle this on my own.”