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phantomphangphucker · 5 years

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Death In Phazes - Phic Phight

Prompt by: @heyheyitsstillgay

Prompt: "Y'know, when you mentioned that ghosts actually have their own leagues of non-contact sport, this really wasn't what I had in mind."

Summary: Suffering IS the joke and sports equals suffering.

Warning: violence, vomiting, mild frequent electrocution, gross-out humour, and this is basically a crackfic. also, note: I know nothing about sports. Also on my AO3 at GothMoth

“Ugh, I hate dodgeball!” Danny groans as he walks out of the boys' locker room, all the while rubbing what will surely be a few new bruises. “Dash always thrashes me with the hardest balls he can find!” Tucker chuckles “what can I say, you're his fav. Who knows maybe he wants to thrash you in other ways” Tucker rapidly raises and lowers his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion. “Dude, pass.” Danny says with a full body shiver. “What’s worse is that last ball landed square on my rib that had just finally mended itself back together.” Off to the side, some nameless Asian student mutters “What the fuck...??”

“Please tell me you’re talking about food, not your actual ribs Danny” Sam sighs as she comes up from behind, joining the two boys. “oH yEs SaM, i ToTaLy PaCkEd SpArE rIbS iNtO mY sHiRt FoR eXtRa PaDdInG” Danny replies while smacking both his hands over his ribs making a loud slap and crack sound. “Shit ok that was dumb” poking his chest “yup, look, alrighty then. Definitely broken...again” he groans and tilts his head backwards exaggeratedly. “Oh for Plasmius sake Danny” Sam sighs. “Heh heh well, this time your joke broke you” Tucker attempts to joke but fails miserably, earning deadpan stares from his only friends. “Oh come on” Tucker sighs quietly. Danny looks straight at Tucker and says “well I sure could use some actual spare ribs right now”. “Great idea -“ Tucker starts but is cut off by Sam as she slaps the back of her hand into Tucker's chest. “Dear Plasmius no, we are not replacing Danny’s rib with one from a poor defenceless lamb”. looking to Sam, “Well it would be already dead so I think I could get more use out of it than the dead lamb could” Danny then makes a mock pained expression and pretends to fall to the ground and sprawls out in mock pain. “I mEaN lOoK aT mE! i’M pOoR! i’M bRoKeN! i’M-“ Sam leans down and slaps a hand over his mouth. “If you say defenceless I will steal the Plasmius Maximus and make it so that you ARE defenceless” straightening up Sam walks off chuckling lightly. “But I am still getting a plate of spare ribs right!?” Tuck shouts as he follows her leaving Danny to slowly heave himself up. As one Asian boy, who has still failed to leave the damn gym, simply looks on with mild horror and confusion. “No seriously, what the fuck”

Tucker lightly pats his now full stomach as Sam shakes her head in disgust. When out of nowhere Danny whacks Tucker’s stomach in a pretend show of mockingly using his full strength, nearly making Tucker vomit. “And that’s for ignoring my suffering and pain” Danny chuckles as he begins to sit back down in their booth after having dumps out their trash. “Hack, dude, Hack, screw you. Must my, Hack, poor ribs suffer too?” Tucker, trying to recover from the choking/coughing fit. “Your ribs deserve all the suffering that lamb felt” Sam glares. “I wouldn’t call safe and comfy in my tummy suffering” Tucker jokes and then promptly belches. Then out of nowhere, literally it came through a damn ghost portal, an ectoball comes flying smack dab into Danny’s face; exploding into a gooey mess. “Whpfwh?! Hghsonlevshrshngmmphddgallowph?!?!!!” comes Danny's muffled cry. “Care to try that again buddy” Tucker snickers as Danny aggressively wipes off the ectoplasm and then shakes his hands dry. “I said” air-quoting “Wtf the fuck why?! Does the ghost zone love thrashing me at dodgeball now too?!?!!!”. Suddenly a pale ginger boy’s hands slam onto the table, with squinted eyes he says “I fucking hope so...I fucking hope so” he then walks away backwards while glaring. “It probably says a lot that we didn’t even flinch from that” Sam sighs. Danny Chuckling, “our fight or flight response is buried so deep not even Pariah could summon up its skeleton”. Suddenly Danny’s ghost sense goes off as Skulker slips through the portal, as all the people but the trio just flees. “Does his name really mean so little to you ghost child!”. Danny just rolls his eyes, slides limply under the table and then dashes out the bottom as Phantom. “Oh relax whelp, I’m just here to invite you to our Death Phazers tournament. So I can thrash you publicly” Skulker dismissively waves at Danny’s fighting stance. Prompting Danny to straighten out, cross his arms and cock his head. “Excuse me, no wait don’t excuse me cause you’re a dick.” Sam shakes her head as Skulker just sighs. Sam continuing “but since when was there even tournaments for ghosts?”. Danny butts in, “Better yet why do you want to do the-“ air-quoting “thrashing” end air-quoting “at some game rather than here and now” Danny chuckles as he shakes his head. “You goin soft on me Skulkie” . Skulker groans and holds the bridge of his nose as he responds “don’t get your hopes up, I wouldn’t dream of it whelp. You will be mine.”

“So...” Sam says

“Oh for the love of —“ shaking his head Skulker whips out a paper invite and continues “be there, get pummelled” Skulker blasts off straight through the ceiling but Danny just straight up jumps sideways through the window, shattering it to pieces as he whips out his thermos; successfully capturing the hunter. “Oh come on” is faintly heard from the soup container. “Dude, do you just like get off on making sure there’s always some property damage during all ghost encounters or something?” Tucker just stares disappointedly at Danny who has landed gracelessly on the ground not even bothering to float. “Kinkshamer no kink shaming” Danny chuckles as he stands and cracks his back. Hopping through the broken window while simultaneously changing forms, he lands squarely back in his seat. “Ok, a Dora the Explorer reference is painful even for you” Sam sighs. “Hey now, they’re making a live action of that shit so it’s topical” is Danny’s best attempt at making himself not look any lamer. Grabbing the invite he shakes it off with a quick flick of his wrist. Opening it up he reads it out loud, cause it’s not like anyone is around to hear this bullshit.

“Phang Phucking Phantom,

Your halfa ass is invited to play some sweet rounds in the Death Phazers tournament.

This invite says some rounds because your half-life will be pounded out of you brutally”

“Oh, my Plasmius! Does it seriously say that!” Sam wheezes as she grabs the invite away. Waving his hand around Danny shrugs “I was paraphrasing”. “Does it even say what Death Phazers is?” Tucker asks with a raised eyebrow. Sam glares at Danny “yes it damn well does, if Danny had bothered to read that part out” Danny simply shrugs. “I’m gonna go to this shit regardless of what it is”. “Dude, I think you’ve officially murdered any remaining remnants of your self-preservation” Tucker chuckles. “Tuck pal, I brutally eviscerated that long ago” Danny emphasises the word "eviscerated" for added affect. “Ignoring your questionable state of mind, I’m frankly shocked ghost have any kind of sports. Even more so that this sport is explicitly non-contact”. Tucker just stares at Sam “Plasmius really? They invited Mr-I-hate-all-sports-McGee over here to play, sports?”. Danny leans back and chuckles “guess they figure they’re more likely to beat my ass when there are rules in play”. Pointing at Danny, “Which your hero syndrome ass won’t break of course” Tucker says with a shake of his head. “Dude, You’d think with superpowers you bend the rules a bit more”. Sam points at Tuck “who’s to say there ARE rules Tuck? It’s ghost sports”. “Uh, Sam I’m pretty sure you can’t have non-contact sports without rules. Otherwise, it would instantly become all contact, all the time” Danny replies as he flicks the corner of the invite, still in Sams left hand. “Especially with ghosts involved”. Tucker's second phone goes off loudly playing Spooky Scary Skeletons. It takes him a hot minute to actually find the phone. “Well shit guys it be late and the rents be a callin”. “I wonder why any of our parents even bother at this point. It’s a straight miracle when we actually make it home near on time” Danny sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets as he gets up. “Whelp I guess I’ll see you at my house later for” shaking his head “of all things, sports” Danny flicks he’s toes off the ground shooting himself straight up and phasing through the roof. Sighing as she turns to head out the doors, Sam mutters “at least he didn’t break that too”. One Asian boy sticks his head out of the bathroom and takes in the glass covered nasty burger with a puddle of ectoplasm on the floor “wha-what the fuck...”.

— cut to Danny’s lab —

“Well now, I guess this hunk of my dad’s junk is all set for ghostly adventures...Tuck?”...”Tuck!”.....”TUCK YOU SALTED FUCK!”. Tucker bangs his head on the underside of the Specter Speeder. “Dude, yeah shits ready to rumble”, rubbing the back of his head he mutters “I’ll show you salted”. Sam and Danny join him in the Speeder after Danny opens the portal. “The positive of this is I don’t have to hold back” Danny chuckles as he waves around his invite while Sam sits into the driver's seat. “Yeah kinda hard for you to straight murder a ghost with your pure teenage boy strength” Sam rolls her eyes. “EcUsE yOu! I aM ThE dEfInItIoN oF sTrEnGtH!” Danny shouts while flinging his arms around in the air, walking quickly in a little circle. He stops suddenly completely still and just deadpans “though really if I genuinely threw a dodgeball Dash would lose his head, literally”. “Yeah yeah man, we know. Freaky powerful half ghost man, that’s what you are” Tucker waves at him dismissively from the shotgun seat. Danny mutters indescribable things as he slaps his chin onto the dashboard with his legs still standing upright. Sam intentionally guns it so he flys backwards, crashing into the back wall. “Why, oh why, must love hurt” Danny sighs as he rolls on the floor.

“Hey Danny where are the directions?”

“Heh you’ll have to make up and kiss me for em’” Danny says chuckling as he quickly stuffs the invite into his mouth before either of them notice.

“Hey Tuck-“

“No”

“Tuck”

“No!”

“But”

“He’s your freaking love bird for Plasmius sake”

“And who’s the one driving?”

“You know I can!”

“Only if you can wrestle the controls from me” Sam smirks as she knows she’s won, she doesn’t notice Danny also smirking. “The things I do...” Tuck sighs as he gets up and walks over to stare down at Danny; still sprawled out on the floor with a shit eating grin. Danny wiggles his eyebrows up and down. Tucker sighs again, shrugs and applies some lip balm because might as well. But what Danny doesn’t know.....Tucker makes quick work of the kiss, promptly finding and giving an unpleasant surprise. “Dude! Salt limp balm? Who even makes that? And why do you have that” Danny cries as he wipes his lips off. Tucker gags and hacks out the wadded up invite dripping with saliva. “I’m the one who should be yelling dude! What? And why? Was this even in your mouth? That’s like the worst place to store anything!”. “Unless there’s kissing involved” Danny finger guns at Tucker as he sits up. Tucker just glares at him. “Salted limp balm is good for eye stabbing, burns real good” Tucker tries to sound threatening but that’s lost on Danny. Tucker sits back in his place as Danny walks up placing one hand on each headrest. Tucker shakes out the slimy invitation and folds it out. Sam takes one look at it and just shakes her head as she steers the Speeder into the right direction.

The rest of the trip is mostly silent if you exclude the sounds of Danny physically slamming himself into different Speeder walls out of sheer boredom. Eventually, they arrive at the, frankly, absurd over the top colosseum. “Wow Danny this place is almost more over the top than your need for constant action” Sam jeers. “What can I say the portal gave me a solid dose of adrenaline addiction with a side of pain”. Sam chuckles, “Well Mr.Junkie you should have OD’d two weeks after your portal induced first dose”. “WeLl ExCuSe Me FoR sAvInG yOuR lIfE” Danny drags out his words while slowly moving his head past Sam’s head. “Eh, rather die by ghost than the heat death of the universe” Sam smirks and shrugs. Sighing as he goes to step out the Speeder Danny can’t help but agree “don’t we all, don’t we all...”

Approaching the massive doors Tucker goes to push it open but just fails miserably, he doesn’t stop trying though. “For Plasmius sake” Sam whips the balled up invite at the wall causing the doors to open and Tucker to fall on his face. “And why couldn’t you mention the invite worked as a key earlier?” Tucker groans as he stands. “Your pain brings me joy” Sam chuckles. “I find it quite delicious myself”. The trio snaps their heads up to the voice of Spectra, seeing her rubbing her right fingers up the side of her face while smiling. “Let me guess the tournament is going to just be a clusterfuck of my enemies wanting to maim me?” Danny says through a smirk as he floats lightly off the ground. “You wouldn’t be wrong about that whelp” Skulker cackles as he steps out next to Spectra. The two step to the side and spread their arms out egging the trio to enter. “Welcome, whelp, to the game room”

The trio steps inside to the view of 8 large square arenas each surrounded by large walls; positioned in a circle around a larger circular arena that’s akin to a tennis court but round. With rows and rows of seats surrounding the 8 squares and center circle, in a large ring slowly ascending to create the colosseum aesthetic. Each of the 8 areas is split into four smaller squares by glowing ectoplasmic grids as tall as the walls; while the centre arena only has two opposing sections. “Alright, I have no clue what Sport This is supposed to be” Sam says, somewhat in awe. “Why would we ever suffer the indignity of playing a human sport?” Desiree mutters from down by one of the arenas. “Eh can’t really object there” Danny shrugs. “Still being a piss baby about your ribs?” Tucker teasingly jabs at Danny. “If the ghost child lost a rib I’ll gladly take it” Skulker interjects a little too hopefully. “How bout no” Danny finger guns at Skulker as Skulker visibly deflates. Sam turns to Spectra “So anyway what exactly is this shit. What qualifies as a non-contact sport to your ghostly asses?”.

“BEWARE MY BOXY EXPLANATIONS!” Is heard as The Box Ghost is literally flung at the trio by Ember. Danny catches his face in his right hand. Letting go of The Box Ghosts face “boxy buddy you don’t look like the physical activity type”. “We’re ghosts, who cares” groans Skulker. “I CAME WITH EXPLANATIONS SO MY EXPLANATION YOU WILL SUFFER, BEWARE!”. “He’s doing the explanation just so we can suffer” Sam groans arms crossed much to the amusement of both Skulker and Spectra. “FOUR PLAYERS COMPLETE PER ARENA EACH TAKING THEIR OWN PLACE IN THEIR OWN MARKED SQUARE. PLAYERS CAN’T LEAVE THEIR OWN SQUARE.”. “Yeah, that sounds pretty non-contact to me” Sam shrugs. The Box Ghost continues completely ignoring her, “EVERY PLAYER CREATES ECTOBALLS, THROUGH THE DEATH PHAZER CHEST PLATE AND BLASTS THEM OFF AROUND THE FOUR SQUARE ARENA. EACH PLAYERS ECTOBALLS HAVE THEIR OWN COLOUR! USING THE DEATH PHAZER GLOVES EACH PLAYER CREATES AN ECTONET AND USES THE NET TO TRY AND CATCH ANY ECTOBALLS THAT COME THEIR WAY!” The Box Ghost looks pretty pleased with himself even as Sam interrupts again. “So I’m guessing you gain points by catching the balls”. Tucker cuts in chuckling “why are all sports about playing with balls” Sam immediately slugs him in the shoulder. “BEWARE YOUR INCORRECT ASSUMPTIONS! FOR THE AIM OF THIS GAME IS TO DESTROY OTHER PLAYERS NETS!”. “Ahh sweet sweet destruction, my adrenaline junkie senses are tingling” Danny grins. Skulker just sighs “why are you like this” he mutters into his hand. As Desiree floats up and hands Danny his chest plate and gloves; both of which are green. As Danny is strapping the chest plate on he begrudgingly asks “so why do we need chest shit to make these ectoballs and how do I wreck these fools nets”. “I’m actually being paid attention to” The Box Ghost mutters to himself, while Skulker mutters about being called a fool, before The Box Ghost continues “THESE ECTOBALLS ARE NO NORMAL ECTOBALLS, THEY’RE CREATED BY THE CHEST PIECE AND WILL HAVE A STRENGTH LEVEL ASSIGNED TO THEM BASED ON THE PLAYERS LEVEL OF SUFFERING IN THEIR LIFE! THE MORE SUFFERING THEY’VE ENDURED THE STRONGER THE ECTOBALL”. Grinning, “Hooray for suffering” Sam chuckles darkly. “Hey now, for once my life of suffering is giving me a leg up” Danny jokingly scolds. “THE GLOVES CREATE YOUR NET AND ITS STRENGTH IS BASED ON YOUR LEVEL OF DETERMINATION!”. “Hey look at that Danny, hero complex for the win” Tucker snickers as he jabs Danny in the arm. Danny flicks a bunch of snow at him in retaliation then goes to put on the gloves. “IF A ECTOBALL IS STRONGER THAN A PLAYERS NET THEN IT WILL BE HARDER TO CATCH AND HARDER TOO FLING. AS THE STRONGER A ECTOBALL IS COMPARED TO THE PLAYERS NET THE HEAVIER IT WILL FEEL". Danny physically pauses “Wait, fling? We’re throwing stuff with the nets as well as catching or something”. “EXACTLY! CATCH THE ECTOBALLS AND THEN FLING THEM AT OTHER PLAYERS. YOU CAN CATCH MULTIPLE ECTOBALLS IN YOUR NET AT A TIME BUT THEIR STRENGTH WILL COMPOUND! IF AN ECTOBALL OR BUNCH OF ECTOBALLS IS DRASTICALLY STRONGER THAN THE PLAYERS NET, THE NET AND ECTOBALLS WILL BE DESTROYED!". Skulker jumps in “covering them in ectoplasm and pain!”, his words filled with glee. “Pain, of course. Can’t have sports without pain.” Danny rolls his eyes as Skulker smiles deviously. “THE NET WILL ALSO BE DESTROYED IF YOU FAIL TO HOLD ON TO BOTH ENDS OF THE NET, ONE IN EACH HAND!”. “So I’m guessing you don’t want to just hold onto balls” Tucker groans “well there goes a sneaky game plan”.“Tucker, there never was a game plan” Danny sighs. “THAT'S NOT ALL!-“. interrupting “Of course it’s not” sighs Sam. “If that was all then freakishly determined ghosts would have too great an advantage child” Skulker scolds. “Wow, is this Skulker, THEE Skulker; actually caring about fair?” Danny jokes while tilting his head to the side. Earning nothing but a glare from Skulker. “as I was saying. THE SECOND AN ECTOBALL TOUCHES YOUR NET YOU WILL BE ABLE TO FEEL THE PAIN OF THAT GHOSTS DEATH!”. With raised eyes, “Wow that surprisingly fucked up, I’m not sure what I expected though” Danny says mildly impressed though Sam looks rather concerned. “EACH PLAYER IS LIMITED TO 3 NETS BUT HAS UNLIMITED ECTOBALLS! HOWEVER! ECTOBALLS HAVE A 3 SECOND CHARGE UP TIME BEFORE THEY CAN BE BLASTED AND YOU CAN’T CHARGE THEM UP WHILE MOVING!” Tucker still trying to come up with sneaky plans “couldn’t you just dodge balls rather than catch balls?”. “Ha! As if it would that simple!” Skulker laughs. “But I thought you weren’t smart enough for anything that wasn’t simple?” Danny sarcastically quips, earning another glare. “I will end you ghost child”. “Good luck with that” the trio say, in unison.“FAILING TO CATCH A ECTOBAll WILL RESULT IN ELECTROCUTION!”. “Plasmius fuck” Danny breathes. Sam slightly pales, growing ever more concerned “isn’t that, like, overboard?”. “Sam, overboard is practically ghostly motto” Danny shakes his head and jabs his thumb backwards pointing at Spectra “I mean look at miss dominos over there”. Tucker interjects before Spectra can move to mutilate Danny, “so how the heck are you supposed to win this?”. “This is the best moment of my life. JUST BE THE LAST GHOST STANDING! ONCE A PLAYERS THIRD NET IS DESTROYED THEY ARE ELIMINATED FROM THE GAME!”. “Well that’s straight forward” Danny looks out at the 9 different arenas “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that there will be 8 groups of four competing and the winner of each group will move on”. Sam continues the guess “meaning 32 players who then become 8. And then 2, whom I’m guessing fight it out in the centre ring or something?”. “PRECISELY!”. “But you will never make it that far whelp!” Skulker gloats. “Oh I don’t know Skulker. I pretty much define suffering” Danny says with a smirk.

As Spectra and Skulker walk away to set up their own gear, Skulker in red and Spectra in purple. She mutters, feeling slightly less confident “Hmmm, he isn’t wrong and while normally I’d eat that up. This might give the child some edge”. “Well no matter! The ghost child has no experience and we have a plan” Skulker grins viciously.

Meanwhile with the trio, who are now ignoring the Box Ghosts screams of “BEWARE!”. “You know they’re definitely going to gang up on you.” Sam says with a sigh. “YoU dOn’T sAy SaM? gEe I wOuLd HaVe NeVeR gUeSsEd? A rOoM fUlL oF mY eNeMiEs AnD tHeY wAnT tO gAnG uP oN mE? tHe ShAmE!” Danny says unnaturally wide-eyed and with his mouth left open in a manic smile. As Tucker is doubled over in laughter “Nicholas Cage much?!”. Danny snaps his head over to Tucker and screeches “BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”. “Oh no” Sam knee jerk responds and then face palms at the unintentional reference. “Eyyyyyy” Tuck grins while doing finger guns. The trio, Box Ghost in tow, descend down to the entrance to the arenas. Even The Box Ghost doesn’t notice the Asian boy staring agape from around a pillar “ok? what the fuck and how the fuck did I even get here?!”

Danny gives himself one final pat down. “No hidden ecto weapons that I always some how manage to forget I had on me, check. Death Phazer stuff on, check. Questionable lack of self preservation and basic common sense, check.” Shaking his head Tucker gives Danny a smack on the shoulder. “Me and Sam will be in the stands, duh.”. “Dude, if they let you and Sam compete I would literally shit out ramen noddles and worms right here and now”. “And that’s our que to leave” Sam states as she just nopes right out of that conversation. To Tucker, as she drags him up a few steps, “let’s just not give the ghosts a chance to take him up on that”. “Do you think a video of that would go viral?”. “Oh sweet Plasmius, Tucker” Sam exhaustedly sighs.

“So whelp, I hope you’d see this coming but we’re in the same arena.”. “CoLoUr Me SuRpRiSeD!” Danny chuckles sarcastically as he sharply tilts his head at a 90-degree angle. “Arena 3 it is for the lot of us” Aragon says with an air of command though he’s largely ignored. “I’ll be there also” Kitty sighs, looking like she couldn’t even be paid to care. “So...I’m guessing this is all just for shits and giggles, to get that sweet sweet ectoplasm following. With a side of pain, obviously” Danny wonders out loud. “I’m starting to think you like being pounded, whelp” Skulker eyes him cautiously but Danny’s mind goes to dirty places. “Don’t you know Skulker? I’m the king of poundtown” Danny says with a smirk and sarcasm. Kitty, who has been absentmindedly filling her nails stops and chokes on her own saliva, eyes wide. Aragon starts up “since when were you a king?!”. Skulker, more used to Danny’s shit than any other, only sighs in defeat. All the while Danny bends over laughing. In Danny’s laughter, he notices that the stands are filling up pretty nicely with people, ecto people but still people. “You’d think for something so popular I would have heard of it before”. “They’re here for your pain and to witness your crushing defeat, ghost child”. “Wow, my pain is like the Kim Kardashian of the ghost zone. 14 seasons strong I bet.” Stopping he puts a finger to his lips “maybe there’s reality television in my future”. “Not gonna lie, I’d watch that” Kitty says as she blows a bubblegum bubble and it pops loudly. “Of course you would, utter heathens like you and the man with the loud machine take joy in mindless pursuits” Aragon dismisses her resulting in Kitty flat out punching him. Aragon, unused to such disobedience doesn’t see it coming. Mean while from Danny “Oh My GoD!” Danny does the sassy hand wave “I am not mindless you half baked tit”. “Watching a teenager get brutally beaten down, violently assaulted, and threatened by his parents daily. All the while dealing with massive levels of utter constant crisis; sounds like a fun time to me”. Is heard as Danny whips around to face the source of the new voice “of course you’d watch that, you already do. On a side note, since when did you get here frootloop?”. “Actually yeah, what’s he doing here?” Kitty spits laced with venom. “Well I certainly didn’t invite him” Skulker grumbles. “Now Skulker I’m deeply wounded” Vlad says dryly with a hand on his chest. “Uh, did y’all miss the whole, he would watch because he already does, bit?” Danny questions with a quirked brow. “He’s here cause he saw the invite or over heard the conversation through a Vladcam” Danny finishes. “I’m pretty sure the heathens thought you were making one of those “quip” things” Aragon supplies. “Wait, you were actually serious about that?” Kitty asks and at Danny’s shrug and nod she looks disgusted. “And I thought he couldn’t get any creepier”. “I’m pretty sure his creep factor knows no bounds”. “You know Daniel, you really shouldn’t spout your slander where the offending person can actually hear you...or hit you” and with a flick of his wrist Vlad shoots an ectoblast at Danny, or tries to anyway. Prompting Kitty to look pretty damn smug about Vlads confused facial expression. “Can’t do that here, old man”. And like a bat out of Hell summoned by attempted rule breaking Walker steps in front of Vlad “its the rules, now I suggest you either get gone or take a seat. Last I checked you ain’t on the battle roster”. Vlad just glares at him like a defeated child and stomps off, shoulders around his ears. Muttering about how the rules shouldn’t apply to him. He sits down in one of the highest rows of seats, and does the most over acted show of not carrying about anything that’s going on, that Danny has ever seen. Sitting there cross-legged inspecting his hand with his head turned away.

“I’m honoured to know the only halfa you wanna bring to the ball game is me” Danny chuckles.“That was weak Phantom, at least most your jokes make sense. What even was that” Kitty shakes her head. Danny just stares at her and starts enthusiastically singing Take Me Out To The Ball Game. “Would you stop with that inane prattle!” Aragon fumes as Skulker mutters about how Danny is a literal child. Aragon throws his hands up and stalks off to arena 3 and sits grumpily on the ground. Danny chuckles “Wow, seems like Dora has humbled him a bit”. “I wouldn’t know, I care about prey, whelp. And none in Dora’s kingdom are worthy targets”. “So I’m more valuable than kings and queens. I’m just tickled pink” Danny pauses and chuckles to himself “or I guess green”. Sighing “yes, ghost child, yes. I hope your quips in game are better than this” Skulker walks over to arena as well. Kitty does a two finger wave as she spins on her heels heading over to the arena. Danny just shrugs, turns to his friends and does a double thumbs up as he floats backwards to the arena himself.

Up in the stands, Sam shakes her head seeing Skulkers disappointed face and Danny’s I-can’t-take-anything-seriously-for-the-life-of-me goofy smile. “I swear he’s trying to make them hate him”. “Naw, they love it. Did you see how they reacted to Vlad?” Tucker says, without even looking up from his PDA. “Oh, I bet Danny loved that! I guess even the ghosts can tell Vlad is a slime ball”. “Indeed, it takes no more than 5 minutes to discover that fact” comes from a lady hailing from Dora’s kingdom. Tucker whips his head around and strikes a pose, saying with a sultry voice “well hello there M’lady”, his sudden voice crack doesn’t help him though as the lady just giggles. Sam shakes her head but upon noticing that shits finally going down, she whacks Tucker. “Pay attention you womanizing half-wit”. “Hey now the one who’s half anything is Danny”. “You’re a half-wit, Danny’s just...special”. “Oh yeah? And I guess you’d know all about unique and special”. “You damn well know it”. “That better not be the only reason you like my best friend though” Tucker says in a rare moment of seriousness. Though playing with some gaming system distractedly with one hand. “I’m not shallow like that witch you always fawn over” Sam says slightly shocked at Tucker's accusation. “So even if he de-ghosted himself over some totally out of character desire for normalcy and maybe some meteor shit-“ Sam cuts him off. “That would be absurd Tuck, now lets get back to the actual point of this shit instead of your weird fever dreams”. Tucker just shrugs as the two look to the 9 arenas, focusing on what appears to be the third one. Skulker is in the left inside square, grinning evilly while adjusting his gloves. Aragon, still sitting on the ground with a facial expression that screams I’m-above-this-shit, is in the right inside square. Kitty is waving at the stands from the right outside square, soaking up the lime light, as she spits out her gum at the wall. Danny appears to be playing...hopscotch? In the left outside square; with his back to Sam and Tucker. “Wow, I think if he tried any harder to look like he doesn’t care he’d hurt himself” Tucker chuckles.

Danny, being the dumbass he is, winds up tripping over his own feet. But this time he remembers he can float. So instead of falling on his ass he just sorta does this floaty air back flip. Skulker just stares at him and sighs. “Wow, slick moves there Danny” Kitty giggles with a hand hovering in front of her mouth. Amusement twinkling in her eyes. “I’m the smoothest and you know it”. “Yeah, last I checked you only had one chest hair, very smooth” Skulker jeers. Danny’s rebuttal is cut off, thankfully cause really these two could go on forever, by the 3-minute warning horn. A horn which sounded oddly like a horse being slapped mid neigh; Danny can’t help but chuckle at this. “Well whelp, looks like it’s game time. You gonna die, figuratively of course.”. “So I’ll only half lose then since you can only half kill me” Danny shrugs as he then settles into a fighting stance. Legs bent, right foot positioned behind himself; lifting both hands up as he flicks his wrists creating his net. Holding the two ends of it, one in each hand, he checks out the grid-like 1-foot wide band. “Die whelp” Skulker sneers as he to flicks out his own net as Aragon stands up to follow suit. Though he still looks uncaring. “Gladly” Danny grins menacingly which earns a very confused but also concerned look from both Skulker and Kitty. As everyone charges up their chest plates. “You’ve got problems kid” Kitty mutters as she swings around her net; which expands as gravity grabs at the centre of it. All three full ghosts are clearly facing Danny, which is clearly expected by literally everyone as no one seems even slightly confused or surprised. Danny himself just smirks and says “well this is how the cookie crumbles” then shouting wrestling announcer style “SO LET’S GET READY TO CRUMBLE!” As the starting horn goes off, which just sounds like an angrier version of the previous horn.

Danny just barely manages to get off his first ectoball before two from Skulker, one from Kitty and one from Aragon all come be-lining for him at once. Stopping momentarily to mocking look to an imaginary camera; he shrugs with his shoulders and arms while pulling a face, as all four ectoballs crash into his side full force. Mean while his own ectoball just narrowly misses capture by Skulker. While Skulker gets a quick zap Danny goes flying into the back wall shoulder first, Danny doesn’t even make an attempt to soften the impact. He is also promptly electrocuted four fold. Sam just sighs and rubs her face while Tucker seems slightly shocked. Danny, picking himself up quickly, “well that was quite the shocking turn of events” as another two more come his way; one red and one blue. Fully expecting this and not wasting time trying to charge up an ectoball of his own, he jumps to the side and flings out his net managing to snare Skulkers but getting quickly electrocuted again for missing Aragon’s. “Well slap me and call me cake, I actually caught one”. Up in the stands, multiple people uncertainty and questionably call him “cake?”. Danny grins as he gets smacked in the face by another red ectoball, falling on his back and receiving another zap “well I am utterly delicious” he giggles quickly before flinging himself back up onto his feet and launching up in the air to catch two blue ectoballs. “More like delirious, you aren’t meant to be enjoying this” Skulker grunts as he shoots out two more ectoballs, in rapid succession. Danny summersaulting forwards while floating in the air, he uses the momentum of his spin to fling both blue ectoballs right back to sender. “Sorry I can’t afford return stamps!”. “What does that even mean you fool!” Aragon shouts as he just barely catches his own ectoballs. Danny shoots out to the far left corner just narrowly catching the red ectoballs and snaps his hands apart causing the tension in the net to spring both also at Aragon, who was not so lucky this time due to it taking him a while to fling his own two ectoballs from his net at Kitty.

In that time Kitty manages to shoot out two more ectoballs but this time aimed at Skulker. Skulker, not being so naive as to assume everyone would go after Danny full time, expected some his way but not quite so early on; thus catching him off guard. One socks him clean in the head and the other just happens to hit into his net. While Kitty swipes her net behind the blue ectoballs and swings her net around effectively redirecting the ectoballs at Danny. Skulker, seeking revenge, shoots out an ectoball in Kitty’s direction. Aragon sees a chance to maybe take out one of her nets and manages to get out two shoots at her himself. Danny takes what will likely be an uncommon reprieve, to charge up another ectoball of his own but aiming for Aragon rather than Kitty. Kitty manages to catch all of them but falls to the ground in the process, unfortunately for her the combined suffering levels of the ectoballs is too great and her net is destroyed almost instantly. Covering her in ectoplasm. “Ha! The only time losing my kingdom has ever done me any favours!” Aragon sneers. But his gloating is swiftly cut off as both a green and a red ectoball go straight into his net with so much force that it yanks his arm so hard that he goes flying into the wall. As both Kitty and Aragon get up there’s a slight pause of surprise by everyone at the sight that Aragon’s net has also been destroyed, from only two ectoballs. Skulker breaks the four-second long pause by firing another ectoball in Danny’s direction, his face wearing a slightly more concerned expression than before. “Suck on those fish sticks! You backwards medieval tit!” Danny quips as jumps up sticking his legs to either side as he swings the net down between his legs catching Skulkers ectoball. Only to be slammed in the side by two blue ones. As he goes sailing to the right he inadvertently flings the red ectoball right back at Skulker. “Wow, I’m makin so many returns I ought to be a damn mailman.” He mutters as he lands backwards on his shoulders and neck, legs going over his head; while receiving yet another quick zap. Mean while up in the stands, Tucker snickering mutters, “Aragon likes fish dicks”. Sam just sighs.

Danny carries through with the landing by turning it into a roll, righting himself quick enough to catch a purple ectoball. Spinning the net quickly he shoots it at Skulker. Catching the purple ectoball himself Skulker quickly comments “you catch on fast, I do so love seeing that in fine prey. Makes the hunt that much more fun”. What then proceeds is basically a rapid pace game of pass-the-(ecto)ball, as the purple ectoball is caught and throw back and forth between the two. “I’d think you'd want your pelts minus scorch marks and preferably not looking like over cooked bacon!”. Mean while Kitty is ruthlessly going after Aragon, managing to get off many purple shoots at him since it turns out Aragon is pretty god damn slow. “You better step up the pace old man!” Kitty jeers. Ducking to avoid another blast and getting immediately zapped “women ought to be silent, wench!” Aragon shouts. This comment draws both Danny’s and Skulker’s attention away from each other causing the purple blast to lay limp in Danny’s net. Speaking simultaneously “dragon dick-“ “Oh how dare-“ “women can-“ “Ember’s voice would crush-“ “WELL I THINK YOU SHOULD-“ “YOU ARE BUT A PUNNY-“ “AND VOMIT UP YOUR OWN HAIR!” Danny shouts stopping Skulkers shouting, as he just turns and looks at Danny “not that I really object but, what?”. Sam, meanwhile, is laughing her ass off as are plenty other women; especially those from Dora’s kingdom. Even back down in the arena Kitty has fallen on her ass laughing, causing her to accidentally drop her net; destroying it. “I don’t even care” she chuckles as she wipes away some tears from her eyes with both hands just before firing an ectoball straight at Aragon. “Eat ectoplasm, sexist pig”. Danny and Skulker just stare as, a now pissed off, Aragon tries to catch her ectoball. In a rare occasion of cooperation, Danny and Skulker nod to each other and both shoot out ectoballs at Aragon; straight up brutalizing his face. Aragon doesn’t catch shit.

Skulker wastes no time in going after Danny again, who’s now an easy target since he’s standing right next to Skulker. But Danny’s quick to the draw and promptly swings his net down onto Skulkers' head. But since the ectoball is still inside Danny’s net it doesn’t explode on impact; remaining painfully, for Skulker anyways, solid. Danny uses Skulkers ow-my-god-damn-head time to jump back to a safer distance and starts to make another ectoball. Meanwhile, Kitty has made a new net and has taken it upon herself to just unload ectoballs at Aragon’s net pulverizing it and destroying it. At the exact moment his net is utterly destroyed, Danny shoots off his ectoball slamming it into Aragon’s side just as he’s staggering back up. Skulker, now recovered, shoots another ectoball at Danny. Knocking out Danny’s feet but Danny chooses to stay in touch with gravity letting the pull of his face towards the ground launch the purple ectoball he still has in his net straight at Skulkers' face. With his face in the dirt, he mutters “it’s a pretty handy thing that ghosts can’t get concussions”. Up in the stands, Vlad rubs his temples and mutters “Yeah well I assure you they can get headaches...” sighing and angling his head down, hands on his forehead “all this flashing glowing light is so unnecessary”. A ghostly heavy set woman in front of him snaps her head around and roars “THEN BY ALL MEANS HAVE A SEIZURE AND DIE”. Making Vlad jerk his head back up as the women turns back around. “Fantastic, now it’s worse” he grumbles to himself.

“You know, I’m kinda surprised none of them are reacting much to that, you know. Feeling each other’s death thing” Tucker says into his right hand which is rested on the armrest. “Well Danny’s been through some shit, hell we probably don’t know everything he’s experienced. And the ghosties well, they’ve done this before so nothing new”. Sam shrugs though shivers at all the possibilities of things Danny’s been through without anyone with him. Tucker just looks to her then to Danny in the arena, who has swung to the left just barely staying on his tippy toes, Tucker softly says “Dan”. “Yeah, Dan” Sam looks out at the arena herself now. Two red, two purple and one blue ectoball all converging on Danny at once, looking a bit like a solid line. Danny kicks off the ground with his left toes bringing his right knee up to his chest, he swings his net over to the left and then swings it down and to the right catching each ectoball. He remains floating in the air though he clearly can feel the weight of all the ectoballs. His body also shivers as it’s racked fivefold by death experiences. Danny, putting both his hands together rapidly swings around the net with 5 ectoballs inside and then launches them all straight at Skulker. Though being free from the weight causes Danny to stumble forwards in the air, he does manage to stay floating, however. “Ok, I know the whelp has determination in spades but this is just plain ridiculous!” Skulker shouts as he futilely tries to catch all the ectoballs. Managing to only get 3/5 and he promptly grunts from the weight and 3 fold death pain.

With Kitty and Aragon both currently wrapped up in each other, Danny shakes himself off then takes the time to charge up and shoot out another of his own ectoballs. Managing to fire it off just as Skulker finally swings off the 3 ectoballs he actually caught, straight at Aragon. Moving quickly he manages to also catch Danny’s green ectoball and his net instantly vaporises “Oh come on!” Skulker cries. Aragon, unfortunately for him, manages to catch all three flung by Skulker, as well as one from Kitty. Destroying his net as well. However, he like everyone else is too stunned by Danny’s instant death ectoball to even notice Aragon’s destroyed net. Even Danny is taken aback and the crowd starts making ridiculous “Ooooo” and “ahh” and “what the sweet fuck” sounds. No one in arena 3 does anything for a while as the three ghosts just stare at Danny. Danny eventually breaks the moment by giving an awkward but exaggerated shrug “as I said, I’m pretty much the definition of suffering”. He then slowly finger guns at Skulker, who snaps his mouth shut and fixes his face into a grumpy expression; as he flicks his wrist making a new net. The elimination bell sounding is what stuns Aragon out of his shocker stupor. Causing him to look down into his hands, finally realizing his lack of net; groaning as the elimination bell re-sounds. “Now see that one, that one sounds like a giggling horse” Danny mutters as he points to where the sound came from, while Aragon walks out of the arena.

Lives | Kills

Danny: 3 - 2

Skulker: 2 - 3

Aragon: 0 - 1

Kitty: 1 - 3

Up in the stands, Sam and Tucker are less surprised and less excited than the rest of the crowd. “It’s almost depressing seeing Danny’s suffering getting so blatantly confirmed” Sam mutters. Tucker watching the arena as Danny does a barrel roll to catch 2 red ectoballs and as Kitty tries going after Skulker with hurried vigour. “I could swear Kitty is intentionally avoiding firing at Danny know.” Raising an eyebrow he continues “think she’s trying to avoid getting one of Danny’s apparent insta-death balls”. “Well did you see that shit? Tuck, there is not a chance in hell Kitty has more determination than Skulker and Danny’s suffering completely crushed that.” Shaking her head. “She’s better off avoiding and just taking the electric shock” she finishes though still feeling slightly numb. “Oh, and you think Aragon would have faired any better?” Tucker asks sarcastically, putting an arm on his left armrest leaning toward Sam. “The best, hell the only, shot they’ve got is to make sure Danny doesn’t have time TO fire”. Looking down to the sight of Skulker shooting off as many ectoballs as possible at Danny, while also skillfully catching and flinging the ectoballs from Kitty. “Clearly that’s Skulkers plan and poor Danny’s getting shocked so much he’d set a Christmas tree on fire”. Rolling her eyes “don’t give him any ideas on how to defile Christmas”.

Back down in the arena, Danny staggers back up from the ground only to get smashed by two red ectoballs into the wall. Reeling from yet another shock “you’d think I’mma Hot Dog someone is trying to cook in and new and interesting way at this point”. Quickly catching two purple ectoballs and flinging then at Skulker just before crashing on his left side onto the ground. Only to be slammed in the chest by yet another red ectoball “that someone being SKULKER!” he yelps angrily. “Me thrashing you! That’s the way it should be whelp!” Skulker cheers grinning madly. As Skulker raises his net above his head to go catch the red ectoballs being flung back at him, a purple one plunks into the net. Offsetting his balance causing him to miss the catch and get shocked. Bending over forwards, the midsection of his net laying limp on the ground purple ectoball inside, Skulker turns to her and incredulously says “really?”. Kitty just shrugs and swirls her hair in her right-hand pointer finger.

In this time Danny shoots off another ectoball straight into Skulkers net, the force of which pulls the net in between Skulker's leg’s dragging his arms with it, flipping Skulker head over heels. His net is yet again destroyed. “Wow Skulkie, I was kidding when I thought you were going soft on me but now you’re head over heels for me?” Danny strikes a mock sexy pose. “What’s next? Love letters”. “All you get from me is death threats whelp” Skulker cries from the ground. “With you, violence is love” Danny rebuttals. From the crowd, after getting eliminated herself, Ember mutters “oh can it, dipstick.”

Back down in the arena, Danny goes into a sick slow-mo weightless mid-air backflip while using his pointer finger to pull down his left eye and stuck out his tongue. Holding onto each end of his net with his middle and ring fingers as a red ectoball sails over his stomach almost knocking his chin. He flings both his hands over his head, tossing the net out around the ectoball; catching it. Returning to gravity he finishes the flip landing on his feet; swinging his upper body, arms and net from left to right as he catches a purple ectoball. He then finishes his sick move by allowing gravity to fling the net behind him and then springing it forward, flinging both Skulker’s ectoball and Kitty’s ectoball straight at Kitty. Who’s to busy catching a red ectoball to notice the two Danny has flung before they crash straight into her head. Skulker decides to take the shot, squares his shoulders and rapid fires at Kitty’s net, hitting four in; which is quickly joined by one green ectoball. Net destroyed, Kitty just looks down at where her net was. “Well shit”. The elimination airhorn sounds as Kitty walks off, flipping off Skulker over her shoulder. With her left hand, which isn’t preoccupied with insulting Skulker, she digs into her pocket to fetch a fresh piece of gum.

Lives | Kills

Danny: 3 - 4

Skulker: 1 - 4

Aragon: 0 - 1

Kitty: 0 - 4

Squaring himself, Skulker makes a snapping sound with his net. Danny just rolls his eyes and starts making mock scary “boo” noises. While jumping from foot to foot waving his hands next to his head, holding his net ends in his pinkies. Up in the stands, Tucker just shakes his head “Skulker has got to be straight pissed by now.” Sam smirks “well Danny’s got him twice now and no one has gotten Danny even though Skulker has been bombarding him”. Her eyes follow Danny as he does a cartwheel to the right, catching two new ectoballs from Skuller on the upswing. Going with the pull of the ectoball Danny flips backwards bringing his hands together and landing on his feet. Shooting his hands out forwards and apart, springing the two ectoballs back at Skulker. One of which collides with a new red ectoball. The collision blocks Danny’s sight causing him to get his right foot knocked out by an ectoball. “If Vlad pulled that Danny’d make some joke about cheese wheels” Tucker chuckles.

Back down in the arena, instead of getting up Danny lays still hoping to have a chance to charge up. A red ectoball sails right over his face and earns him a quick zap, which he does stay still through. His stillness is rewarded, as he flings himself up and spins around; he doesn’t fire off right away though. Opting to instead wait for Skulker to shoot at him again, which he does near instantly. Diving to the right he flings the net out and over the two ectoballs. Spinning in a circle he releases them back at Skulker, shooting off his own ectoball at the same time. Skulker just decides fuck it and tries to avoid Danny’s shot. However, it impacts his arm hard enough to tear it clean off. Danny stops short “Well isn’t that just the sauce” as a time-out bell sounds. “You're just going to have to hold off your doom, child” Skulker says as he walks to collect his arm. “What, you making me your lady in waiting now?” Looking at Skulkers removed limb. “Pretty sure Mr.robo hands has an unfair advantage here since your hand is still freaking holding the net end!” Danny glares accusingly. After Skulker gets his arm fixed up, he simply smirks “I always have an unfair advantage over you whelp”. “Then why’s your ass gettin baked like a toenail and piss Creme brûlée”. Up in the stands, a slightly hidden Asian boy chokes on his spit “what the fuck? And I still don’t know how the fuck I got here”.

Skulker just stares at him “your mind defiles your body with sin, child”. As he shoots at Danny again. Danny, far too amused by his own comment, steps forward to go after the ectoball but steps straight on his net-ripping it out of his hands. Looking down at the ground “Oh, well shit” Danny mutters, floating slightly above the ground, arms limp. Skulker facepalms and mutters “you have got to be kidding me”. Then looking at Danny “you will be the death of yourself one day”. Only to be promptly smashed by a green ectoball, slamming him into the ground and earning a shock. “Been there, done that.” Danny rolls his hand “inevitability and all that”. Skulker is getting up while looking highly confused just as a green ectoball lazily rolls onto his net. Glaring down at his final destroyed net he mutters “ok this is just sad”. The game over horn sounds, sounding like an angry sigh.

Up in the stands, Sam and Tucker share a look “did he seriously make that reference?”. “Yup and that was easily the lamest win I’ve ever seen”. Shaking their heads they watch as Danny two-finger salutes Skulker with a mocking grin as he walks off goofily. Skulker goes and sits down with Ember in a huff, Ember is glaring at him with disappointment.

Lives | Kills

Danny: 2 - 6 — WINNER

Skulker: 0 - 4

Aragon: 0 - 1

Kitty: 0 - 4

As Danny is toying with his gloves awaiting in the waiting zone, to see who his next opposition will be, he hears an all to familiar voice. “YOUR BATTLE HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN! FOR NOW YOU MUST FACE THE FEARSOME BOX GHOST! BEWARE!” The Box Ghost exclaims as both he and Johnny’s shadow come flying up to Danny. Danny, under his breath, “after this I’m going to be relieved of every piece of misplaced aggression I’ve ever held in my half corpse”. Shadow merely grins and bares it’s fangs, though the effect is diminished by the red chest piece and gloves. “Wow boxy, you like really won something” Danny claps him on the shoulder feeling oddly proud, then making a quizzical face “......how?” Danny asks completely earnestly and confused, eyeing The Box Ghosts blue equipment.

Meanwhile, Tucker and Sam, up in the stands, are still in shock from the utter beat down The Box Ghost dished out. Not too mention realizing that Danny is utterly OP in his suffering. Even Vlad seems rather startled, only by Danny though; he couldn’t give an ounce of cheesy shit about The Box Ghost. Muttering to himself “ok I know the little badger goes through a lot but this seems a little ridiculous”.

Back down to Danny and his ghostly adversaries, The Box Ghost doesn’t even waste time pretending to be offended; he’s used to it. “WHY SHOULD I, THE GREAT BOX GHOST, TELL YOU MY HORRIFYING SECRETS!”. “Doesn’t this buster show up in amity park like every day? That’s got to be a show of determination” Poindexter states as he walks up, wearing green gear matching Danny’s. “You too? I mean at least I get you. You go through tons of utter bullshit in that nightmare school of a lair”. “Buddy, that’s why I enjoy this game thing. The one place where my misery gives me a step up” Poindexter shrugs “Not that you would know anything about suffering; bullies, the both of you” he finishes while shooting a glare up at Vlad in the stands. “Dude, I’ve told you. You’re wrong about that.” noticing Point Dexter’s colours “and which one of us is getting green because if we’re doing callsies then I call green”. “Not from what I’ve seen buster, and you’re not bullying me out of green. You want it, earn it fairly”. “For Plasmius sake” Danny sighs as he tilts his head back exaggeratedly.

Up in the stands, Vlad is caught off guard hearing his name used as a swear blasted over the speakers. A couple of ghosts within earshot of him chuckle, as he mutters petty nothings under his breath.

Back down, two ghosts walk to their respective spots in arena 6 as Poindexter and Danny rock, paper, scissor it out for the green equipment. Up in the stands, Sam and Tucker shake their heads, knowing Danny’s atrocious luck with this particular game of luck. In, what is to them, predictable fashion; Danny loses. Begrudgingly Danny goes to put on the purple gear as Poindexter walks off smugly to the arena. Danny, all decked out, heads over to the arena. He retains the same left outer spot he did before, “purple is clearly not my colour, I look like a mouldy flower”. Next to him in the right outer square, Poindexter fidgets with his fingers as his net sparks to life. His confidence with it is just barely platable through his naturally nervous disposition. In the left inside square, The Box Ghost does his damnest to make his net look as square as possible, which is impossible since it’s a rectangle and just gets limp, bending down in the centre, when The Box Ghost tries to reduce its width. Shadow stationed in the right inside square looks Danny up and down, and laughs; clearly agreeing that purple doesn’t suit Danny. Danny sticks his tongue out at Shadow “Oh bleh, go eat someone’s socks”. The warning horn sounds though Danny doesn’t even bother taking a fighting stance this times opting just to smirks at his opponent soon coming shock. He does, however, whip out his net and charge up an ectoball. Lazily bouncing from foot to foot and watching as Poindexter glares at him. The starting horn blares out as all three ghosts predictably turn on Danny. Who instantly shoots out his purple ectoball straight at Shadows net. Being utterly unaware of the previous carnage, Shadow confusedly just lets it go into his net.

“HOW DID YOU WIN WITH MOVES LIKE THAT!” Box Ghost shouts as he enthusiastically fires at Danny, thrusting his whole body forwards in the process. Danny goes into a slide on the ground as he swings his net from right to left catching both the green and blue ectoballs. Using his momentum he flings his legs to the left and up, swinging his net over his shoulder as he spins around in the air to face Poindexter as he pelts both straight at him. Shadow shoots off two red ectoballs as it makes a new net. No one other than it noticing the nets destruction. Danny lands with one hand and both feet on the ground in a crouch, swivelling his head over to the incoming red ectoballs, holding himself still just long enough to charge up again before snapping his hands out in front of his chest, catching the ectoballs and flying backwards into the back wall. Quickly turning he flings both also at Poindexter and then fires an ectoball as well. Poindexter, knowing himself to not be all the determined opts to go for catching Danny’s one ectoball rather than the two originally from Shadow. Still falsely believing Danny faces little to no suffering, as he smirks and wraps his net around the green ectoball. This time even The Box Ghost notices the instant net destruction.

“Oh fiddlesticks?! What kind of possible suffering could a bully go through?” Poindexter judgingly cries as he balls his now empty fists up. “Buddy, the government has their own special murder squad just for little ol’ me, my ex literally tortured me and has made it her mission to kill me, I’m the favourite target for actual school bullies, Oh and my parents enthusiastically want to dissect me” Danny rolls his wrist a bunch while speaking as The Box Ghost just nods. “And let’s not get started on all the sweet succulent horse shit my ghostly foes want to do to me” He says with a shrug as he floats up into the air, his whole body spinning slightly to the right.

Up in the stands, Vlad looks dejected, muttering “he didn’t even acknowledge me”.

“Well my suffering is infamous though out school! There is no chance you have the determination to wield such suffering buster!” Poindexter frustratedly yells. As he shoots at Danny, who doesn’t even bother moving, just letting the ectoball slam into his side. The Box Ghost’s blue ectoball slams into Shadows head, as Danny over exaggeratedly flops around on the ground. Then he suddenly springs up catching a green ectoball earning a glare from Poindexter. “Inconceivable! You must be cheating you bully!” Poindexter shouts floating angerly off the ground. As Shadow manages to get two ectoballs into The Box Ghost’s net in such a manner that it stretches into a circle. The Box Ghost drops his net in horror “HOW DARE YOU TAINT MY LOVELY CORNERS WITH CIRCULAR ABOMINATIONS”. Clearly more bothered by the roundness than the destroyed net. Meanwhile, Danny mockingly jeers “I’ve already said hi to Walker-” Danny jumps to the side catching a red ectoball and rolling with it. “-thanks to Vlad’s self-important dismissal-” Danny whips the ecto ball at Poindexter’s face “-of the rules. He may want my ever so sexy halfa ass in a cell-”

Up in the stands Tucker coughs into his hand “kinky”.

“-but he’ll vouch that I ain’t no cheat.” Danny finishes as Poindexter erratically manages to catch the ectoball. Danny is caught off guard by a blue ectoball hitting his left ear, flipping heels over head; landing hard on his right cheek. From the ground noticing Poindexter’s fuming expression, he mutters “Dex, your blood pressure is going to off you”. Poindexter floats over and, as close as he can, point blank shoots Danny in the face. But then gets promptly slammed by both a blue and a red ecto ball, flying into the back wall; with a second red ectoball ramming his gut. Quickly composing himself he fires at Shadow with, still pissy at Danny, aggression. Danny chuckles as Shadow is utterly overwhelmed by Poindexter‘s suffering levels, net destroyed. “Poindexter sure is my brother in suffer ain’t he” Danny mutters, amused. Shadow angrily goes after Poindexter in retaliation, growling all the while as he puffs out his chest and shoots away. Poindexter vainly flails around catching and flinging the ectoballs in random directions as fast as he can. “He looks like a bean pole monkey having a seizure” Danny chuckles as he pulls his legs up to his chin just avoiding a blue ectoball and slinging his net out to catch 2 red ones. Flinging his net towards the wall he just barely manages to catch the blue ectoball before it hits the wall. Pulling the net back as hard as he can, he lets it careen past him flinging the 3 ectoballs at Poindexter. At that moment Poindexter winds up with too many ectoballs in his net, destroying it. As Shadow cackles victoriously hands to its chest as a purple ectoball flys into his net at breakneck speeds. Simultaneously ripping it out of Shadows hands and destroying it. Shadow looks at his empty hands and angrily screeches as the elimination horn sounds.

Lives | Kills

Danny: 3 - 3

Poindexter: 1 - 1

Johnny’s Shadow: 0 - 2

The Box Ghost: 2 - 0

“Honestly, I don’t know how Shadow made it that far” Sam mutters. “Eh, everyone has dumb luck sometimes. Especially when Shadows around.” Tucker shrugs.

Back down Danny, floating in the air, grins “now I’m for sure without a shadow of a doubt” just as he has to throw up his net to catch two blue ectoballs, from the side a green one slams inside the net as well. Danny grunts with the effort but manages to toss the net over his head and send all 3 ectoballs hurtling down at Poindexter. Poindexter just dives out of the way sprawling his hands forwards as he lands in a heap on the dirt. The Box Ghost takes a chance on a cheap shot and fires away at Poindexter who cries incredulously. Danny takes the time to charge up another ectoball and fires it, again aiming straight for a net; this time The Box Ghost’s. “Hey Boxy! Express delivery! One spherical monstrosity of suffering coming right up!” The Box Ghost Springs his net up to block his face still managing to snag the purple ectoball, the weight of which yanks his net to the ground but doesn’t destroy it. “HA! YOUR CIRCULAR SUFFERING IS NO MATCH FOR MY NET OF BOX SHAPED DOOM!” The Box Ghost goes to swing his net and the ectoball but finds he can’t lift it up at all. He quietly mutters “oh ”. Poindexter, grunting, takes the opportunity to shoot a green ectoball lazily into The Box Ghosts Net. All three just sort of watch as the ectoball slowly sails into the net and the net instantly disintegrates. Poindexter smirking to himself fails to take note of the purple ectoball now coming straight for him, getting slammed into the dirt...again. “Careful now, you’ll give yourself a stomach ache if you keep eating the dirt like that”, Danny finger guns at the coughing Poindexter. “Bullies” Poindexter mutters.

“Dude, how many times do I have to tell you. You got shit backwards”. Danny sighs. “Oh yeah, buster? Name one time you’ve ever been the victim” Poindexter challenges. “Well, this mornin Dash-” Danny steps to the side still facing the downed Poindexter, avoiding a blue ectoball. Ignoring the zap he continues “-made me eat three expired puddings. 10 minutes later threw a baseball bat-” sitting down to avoid another blue ectoball. “-at my head. 5 minutes after that I got shoved into a locker for the-” scooting backwards to avoid another blue ectoball “-insult of not being bothered enough by the bat. When I got out he dumped-” Danny gets whacked in the side by a blue ectoball and just rolls with it. “-ketchup on-” he stops and turns to The Box Ghost “dude we are having a moment here”. The Box Ghost visibly deflates “aw”. “-my head...”. Danny continues. The crowd watch as Danny continues on with his tales of today’s bullying escapades with a mixture of confusion, humour and concern. While Vlad just mutters about how Danny could just kill Dash if he wanted. “What the heck?” Poindexter stares at Danny, who doesn’t even seem like he cares. “Either that’s a fabrication mister or I’m made of swiss cheese”. Danny breaks the moment by chuckling “watch out Vlad might try to eat you”.

Up in the stands, Vlad mutters “I’m not some throwaway boogie monster you can use to scare people Daniel”.

Poindexter lifts his chest off the ground and shoots straight into Danny’s net, yanking him back. The Box Ghost then unleashes a hail storm of stockpiled ectoballs, tired of being ignored. Suddenly the entire arena is under siege by an absurd amount of blue ectoballs bouncing, crashing and being flung all around the arena. Eventually burying Poindexter under a pile destroying his net. The mass of 20 odd ectoballs explode into a gooey mess at the same time as the elimination horns goes off. Danny floats on his back holding his sides, his own net having also been destroyed in the onslaught of blue hellfire, as he laughs loudly. “It’s like someone attempted to put you into a Jell-O treat!”. “You look pretty blue too, buster” Poindexter points out as he takes in Danny’s blue goo covered form. As Poindexter struggles to stand out of the mass of blue and flicks off bits of it; splattering the walls. Looking around as Poindexter walks off Danny mutters “Wow, it’s like one of those overpriced expressionist paintings.” Smirking he adds “also made out of Jell-O”.

Lives | Kills

Danny: 2 - 4

Poindexter: 0 - 3

Johnny’s Shadow: 0 - 1 1/2

The Box Ghost: 1 - 3 1/2

Tucker grumbles “ok now I’m hungry”. Sam sighing, pulling out a sandwich and hands it to him. Tucker, noting that it does actually have meat in it “ aw, I knew you loved me”. Sam just leans over to him and chuckles “well with that kiss of passion I thought Danny was the love of your life. I can’t have that now can I” Sam snickers. Meanwhile the ghost in earshot all start whispering to each other. “Think the halfa is dating the boy?”, “no it’s got to be the girl”, “but didn’t she say he kissed him”, “that clearly must be jealousy” and so on. All these whisperings slowly creating some new hot gossip about one young halfa. Vlad spits out some of his drink when he overhears someone relatively near him whisper “so apparently the halfa has two human lovers”. Vlad begins low-key chocking as the other ghost whispers back “naw more like three, I heard from that tech guy that the halfa duplicates himself and that the halves are very fond of each other”. “Why haven’t I thought of that, dating myself sounds so much easier...” the two ghosts trail off amongst themselves as Vlad is left reeling. Meanwhile, one Asian boy mutters the most confused and upset “what the fuck” yet, adding “ Paulina’s gonna be so pissed when I tell her about this”.

Danny slides to the left sending up plumes of dirt as he avoids yet another blue ectoball, receiving yet another jolt. “I’m pretty sure my hair looks forever like a lightning bolt struck me” he mutters as he cuts off his slide, jumping back to catch two ectoballs; rolling he hugs them to his chest. Righting himself he springs his hands and the ectoballs off his chest, sending them back at The Box Ghost. Who dives to catch them, managing to slam his face straight into the left wall, with a loud thunk. Danny shoots off a purple ectoball as The Box Ghost launches himself at it, pouncing like a cat around it. Jerking his chest up he fires two stored up ectoballs at Danny, as he then struggles to heave up the purple ectoball. Whipping it back at Danny just in time for him to catch his own two return shots. The purple ectoballs flies straight into Danny’s net, looking like an odd form of aggressive trading. It knocks Danny back a bit but he heft’s his own ectoball with far more ease than The Box Ghost did, though it’s clear it still pulls him down. He yanks his net backwards and then full force swings into forwards sending the ectoball blasting off at The Box Ghost.

“Well at least he can carry his own suffering or whatever” Tuck says with an overacted full-body shrug, grinning all the while. As The Box Ghost uses his net, with the two blue ectoballs inside like a baseball bat and hits the purple ectoball away; exploding against the far right wall. The swing pulls him along though causing him to flip in the air a bit. Danny takes this time to build up yet another ectoball and just as The Box Ghost turns Danny releases it. Hands behind his head he thrusts out his chest while winking. The Ghost wildly flings the blue ectoballs in Danny’s general direction as he moves to catch the purple one. Unfortunately for him the purple one collided with the blues ones in such a way and with such force all three slam right into The Box Ghost’s net. As it explodes from the suffering weight, Danny shouts “FINISHING MOVE! WINKY FACE!” As wind from the blast blows dirt and ectoplasm, as well as his hair, past him. Quickly assessing his dirt and ectoplasm covered form, “So now what” Danny asks, cranking his head to the side. Looking to The Box Ghost as the final elimination horn goes off.

Lives | Kills

Danny: 2 - 5

Point Dexter: 0 - 3

Johnny’s Shadow: 0 - 1 1/2

The Box Ghost: 0 - 3 1/2

The Box Ghost looks ecstatic at the informational request. “YOU MUST NOW FACE THE FEARSOME OTHER FINALISTS! WEARING EITHER WHITE OR BLACK EQUIPMENT!”. Danny chuckles to himself “heh, both those are my colours...” raising an eyebrow at The Box Ghost as The Box Ghost turns to leave “you don’t by chance know who the other finalist is?”. The Box Ghost doesn’t even turn around as he shouts “YOU WILL NEVER KNOW! MWAHAHAHAHA!”. Danny chuckles to himself as he walks out and up towards the centre arena, whipping off all the gunk with a sideline towel. On his way to the arena, Desiree hands him black equipment, which he trades for his purple ones and the soiled towel. “Ah, much more flattering” Danny gives his chest a quick smack, as Desiree holds up the towel with both awe and disgust. Then Danny looks around the circular arena, snapping his head over to the other side as footsteps sound. A black fedora is the first thing he sees. “Oh WoW, jUsT wOw, I’m AbOuT tO Be FaCe-FuCkEd By ThE lAw” Danny flings his head back, curving his back and smacking the backs of his hands on the ground. Maintaining the position Danny turns sideways eyeing Walker, who looks highly unimpressed. Sighing “let me guess, AgAiNsT tHe RuLeS!” Danny mockingly imitates with sarcasm, as he flings his arms straight up. While Walker crosses his arms and glares.

“How did your spineless waste of ectoplasmic space even get here”, Walker says with a frown. “You want spineless eh?”. Danny twists himself in circles making a donut. Then utilizing questionable incomplete duplication tactics, he turns himself into a recreation of the Ursa Major constellation. At least half the crowd makes gagging sounds, a couple even vomits, one Asian boy visibly recoils exclaiming “What the ever loving fuck!”. Elsewhere in the stands, Vlad mutters, barely suppressing a shiver “remind me to never encourage him to do that or call him spineless, ever”.

Back down, Danny is now playing jump rope with his net, looking all too pleased with himself. Walker looks at him with a disgusted grimace, “that display certainly broke both the laws of decency and reality, this is the end for you punk!”. Walker stands tall as he pulls out his own net, slowly separating his hands; clearly finding no humour in the child’s antics. “I wouldn’t be doing my job if it didn’t” Danny cheekily replies, just as the warning horn blares overhead. Signalling for Danny to actually give an ounce of a shit now, he settles into a runners position. “So Mr.Walkman, do you think your embodiment of law can beat this hot bod of childish tomfoolery?”. “At least you know you’re childish” Walker grits out. “I’m 16, I’m allowed to be. Besides what’s the point of powers if you don’t dick around some?” Danny chuckles as he shakes any possible kinks out his shoulders. Just as the starting horn cries out. Immediately Danny shoots off a ball and sprints to the left jumping his net around Walkers white ectoball. Landing on one foot he spins forwards launching the ectoball back at Walker. Doing a semi-weightless backflip he snatches up the second white ectoball sent his way, as Walker took the time to charge up before sending Danny’s black ectoball back at him. Danny slides back a bit by the force after catching his own ectoball aswell.

Walker, shaking off the effects of Danny’s death experience “remind me to employ more electricity based discipline tools” then remembering the sheer weight of Danny’s ectoball, he smirks at Danny. “I’m glad to feel that you suffer so much. You deserve no rest, filthy criminal” Walker grins as he goes to the side catching the returned white ectoball. He then heaves up his net; slinging it over his shoulder. Flying up he yanks down the net sending the contents flying down at Danny. “Don’t get to cocky copper, you account for very little of it. Heck, the mosquitoes bother me more!” Danny spins to the left throwing out his net in the process. Springing out the white and black ectoballs just in time to engulf the new white ectoball, he continues with his spin sending it quickly back at Walker with even more velocity. “I guess I’ll have to ensure you lick my boots a little more often then!” Walker bellows. The two go back and forth like this for a while, the ectoballs speed picking up more and more. Eventually looking like a high-speed ping-pong game out of hell.

Vlad looking down extends a hand, palm up, at the battle. “Now this, this is just plain wrong.”. Just as Walker losses the ping-pong game of doom, getting pelted hard enough straight in the net that it yanks him clean off his feet. As dust crumbles off the back wall Danny coughs while steadying himself, shaking a bit. Breathlessly, “now that’s what I call pounding the pavement”. “The wall isn’t made out of pavement, nothing here is. That would be against the rules.” Walker slowly rights himself and forms a new net, having been unable to hold onto the previous one in the onslaught of pure speed.

Danny fires off ectoball after ectoball as Walker just holds himself still, net behind his back, taking the onslaught. Danny grins knowing the strict piece of ectoplasm is up to something sneaky. His gut is proven right when Walker shoots off four well-aimed white ectoballs landing around Danny’s ectonet pulling the ectonet back past Danny, engulfing him and pinning him to the wall. Walker then blasts two square at Danny’s stomach. “I swear you just want to see me suffer” Danny mutters while coughing as his net is destroyed by the combination of 6 ectoballs. Walker smirks and simply says “always a pleasure, ghost boy”. Danny barely has enough time to lash out a new net before another ectoball slams into his chest. He rolls and wraps his net around the ectoball, twisting the net up. This results in the ectoball gaining a hard right curve as he flings it out. Walker looks highly unimpressed at the fact that Danny has clearly learned what he’s doing. “Or maybe not” Walker mutters as the net doesn’t fully untwist yanking the net along with the balls, coming cleanly out of Danny’s hands.

Up in the stands, Tucker shakes his head in shock “man! Danny could totally cream everyone in, like, every sport! If he actually tried that is”. Sam nods in agreement adding “though with this display he would reveal himself in seconds and possibly destroy the school simultaneously.” Tucker just shrugs “I could do with school-based destruction and I doubt Dash would ever bully any of us again.”. Sam just looks at him disappointed but unsurprised “have the two of you learned nothing...”. Looking back down she catches the sight of Danny’s new net, 2 white and 1 black ectoball inside, wrapping around his leg with such force that he goes spinning wildly across the entire length of his side of the arena. All the while getting zapped by all the white ectoballs he is completely and utterly missing. Eventually, he lands face down in the dirt as his legs then go over his head, flipping him one last time.

After Danny flings out his nets contents in a random direction and catches two white ectoballs, Danny turns and instantly vomits straight into the net, splashing all over the two ectoballs. Smirking evilly “Today Walkman, you are the janitor” he chuckles darkly as he springs his hands apart launching the vomit-soaked ectoballs at Walkers face. “I consider this a direct crime against me, you monster!” Walker cries as the ectoballs slam into his face, getting a little of the mess in his mouth. One Asian boy this time does vomit while saying “what the fuck, what the fuck, there is no merciful god”. While both Tucker and Sam laugh so hard they hurt themselves, with Tucker accidentally smashing his forehead on the seat in front of him.

Walker is still so wrapped up in utter disgust that he doesn’t notice Danny catching two more white ectoballs, flinging them at Walker followed by a new black ectoball. Walker with his hands on his face wiping away vomit, gets his hands ripped down his face as 3 ectoballs impact his net; slamming to the ground. Walker doesn’t let go however prompting Danny to mutter “stupid determined bastard” at the ground. Walker strugglingly flings his net up and out at Danny. Who jumps up at an angle catching it, all but his toes completely stiff. Spinning the net around Danny again flings the ectoballs with a right spin (this time not sending the net with the ectoballs), adding a new black ectoball into the mix heading straight at Walker. “That trick won’t work twice!...” Walker trails off as it does, in fact, work twice. The ectoballs all landing in his net, destroying it. Walker simply turns on his heels and walks off, patting away bits of dirt. While Danny shouts “what! Not even gonna dignify me with a response?!”, which is heard clearly over the grand elimination horn.

Finals: Lives | Kills

Danny: 1 - 4 — WINNER

Walker: 0 - 1

Danny does a little merry jig as he descends the steps, at the same time people begin getting up from the stands, either leaving the Coliseum or going up to different competitors. Sam and Tucker, on their way down to Danny, excitedly flip off Walker as they pass him. Both of whom are wearing giddy open-mouthed grins as Walker just scowls at them.

Off to the side of the waiting area Skulker, Desiree and Ember shake their heads and mutter amongst themselves.

“ I can’t believe that, whelp!”

“Me neither and I was never even in the arena with the dipstick!”

“I say be glad for that, that child is a menace”. Desiree tosses Danny’s finals towel at Ember, smirking as Ember gags.

The two friends now walking up to Danny as he unceremoniously dumps his black equipment on the side. “so what wonderful life lesson did we learn today?” Sam jokes. “That my suffering IS the joke?” Danny chuckles with a raised eyebrow. Tucker laughs “well clearly that’s your best joke yet!”. “And I don’t even have to try for that joke, how slick am I?” Danny exaggeratedly rests a hand on his chest as he puffs it out. “Danny, I think it’s more than that. I mean did you hear the crowd?” Sam asks with a raised an eyebrow at him. While Tucker animatedly jumps around Danny like a puppy. “Yeah, dude! They cheered and shit every time you did, well, anything!”. “Or anytime something was done to you” Sam mutters. Danny rubs the back of his neck bashfully, “well I am The halfa...well the one that matters anyway” Danny grins goofily.“Yeah, I saw he was here, noticed he even walked up to you.” Sam gives Danny a questioning look. “Yeah, the other ghosts were all pretty displeased about him being there actually. Was kinda shocked by that.” Shrugging he adds, “you’d think they’d all like or respect him. Being the first and all”. “Don’t forget that he’s one of the few that actually beats your ass regularly”. Sam pinches her nose, “Tucker, phrasing, oh my Plasmius”. Danny makes a disgusted face when he gets what Sam means “I would rather forget that, and I think that shit just ain’t enough for the ghosts.”. “Glad to see they have some standards at least” Sam chuckles. “I don’t know about standards. Vlad’s a pretty damn low bar.” Danny puts his hands behind his head as they board the Speeder. Everyone but Danny sitting down, Tucker shakes his head and mutters, “I still can’t believe The Box Ghost of all ghosts overwhelmed both you and another ghost simultaneously”. “I think we made The Box Ghost entire afterlife today, actually.” Danny chuckles. Turning the Speeder around the trio shoot off back home. Unaware of the Asian stowaway softly muttering “What the fuck... just please, oh please, let me go anywhere normal”.

End.

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Phan Cam: A Horizon Holiday

WARNING: IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LATEST EPISODE OF MARVEL’S SPIDER-MAN, THERE ARE SPOILERS AHEAD! ALSO, SORRY IF THIS MIGHT GET POSTED A LITTLE LATE. WE WERE TRYING TO FIT A LOT IN HERE. THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE POSTED BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVE.

>Flashback.

(imagine it snowing)

>New York City is usually quite festive this time of year. Holiday decorations were hanging everywhere. The Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center was already up and glowing and the ice rink was filled with skaters happy that everything was bright and peaceful... Even the supervillains were nowhere in sight. Yes, it was the most wonderful time of the year... For most.

>A cemetery is not usually a place to go during the holidays. However, Peter Parker, his Aunt May, his boyfriend, Harry Osborn, their friends, Miles Marales, Gwen Stacy, Anya Corazon, Max Modell, Hector Baez, and most recently, Anna Maria Marconi, were standing before a couple of graves.

Merry Christmas, Ben.

You, too, Otto.

Despite his faults, Otto was indeed a good man. If only I had reached out to him sooner...

It’s not your fault, mi amour, Otto’s father was a wicked and uncaring soul.

I definitely know.

I can’t believe there’s someone who’s even crueler than Norman Osborn... Sorry, Harry.

(the drink he’s holding is for Otto) It’s okay... But choose your more words wisely next time. They might be your last.

Relax, you guys, if you make you feel any better, Torbert Octavius didn’t get away with it... It’s just a shame how it happened.

How did it happen?

Gwen: Occupational hazard. He was a construction worker.

Anna Maria: I think we get the picture.

>With that, they put the Christmas trees on the graves and Harry puts the smoothie on Otto’s grave.

May: So, when do you all leave?

Peter: (confused) Huh?

May: To Japan? Harry said that you, him, and your friends would go to Japan for the Fight Before Christmas to support your Soul Taker.

Peter: (starting to look down) About that... We’re not going.

May: (surprised) Not going?

Peter: Well, with everything that’s happened, I don’t think it would be appropriate. I just got back into Horizon and I have a lot to catch up on.

Max: Peter, you know I can excuse you for the holidays. I’m not some Scrooge.

Peter: Okay, but what about you, Aunt May? F.E.A.S.T. is going to get real busy for the holidays.

May: It’s alright, Peter, I already have a lot of volunteers. Including Anna Watson and her niece, Mary Jane. Why, even Robbie, his father, Liz, Flash, and even Miles’s parents are helping. I think I can manage without you for a while.

Peter: I know, but still...

May: Peter, what is it?

>Peter, Harry, Miles, Gwen, and Anya just look down.

Peter: It’s just... We can’t go because Otto just died. Should we really be going on vacation at a time like this?

Miles: He’s right. We should be like mourning for him.

Gwen: We know it’s almost Christmas, but what’s the point of being so merry knowing that the guy who helped save New York is gone?

Miles: That would be like... Dishonoring his memory by having fun like this.

Anna Maria: I see... But I don’t think Otto would have wanted you not to have fun at this time.

Anya: Are you sure? I don’t think it’s a good idea.

Harry: I had my doubts about him, but I still have to respect his memory for everything he’s done for us.

Anna Maria: I know that, but...

???????: You should listen to her.

>The group was surprised by three new faces.

Peter: You’re Vincent Hauser, aren’t you?

You know about me?

I’m gonna go on a limb here and say that Japanese schoolboy with frizzy hair and glasses told you.

Miles: ... Maybe.

That kid must know a lot of people.

Peter: (smiling a bit) Yeah, he’s that kind of person... So what brings you here?

Vincent: For him.

>He was pointing at Otto’s grave. Then, he shows he has a bouquet of flowers.

Anna Maria: You’re here for Otto?

Vincent: ... Let’s just say we were a quiet acquaintances and I’m well aware of what he did for this city. So I thought I’d come with Tunnel Rat to New York to pay my respects.

>Vincent goes over to the grave and places the bouquet on it.

Harry: So, Vince, it’s alright if I call you Vince?

Vincent: Usually my family calls me that.

Harry: I see. So, about what you said about taking Anna Maria’s advice about leaving for the holidays, you really think we should?

Vincent: You can pretty much do whatever. It’s your life. And who knows, maybe she’s right. Maybe Otto Octavius wanted you to leave. I know your friends were really looking forward to it.

Anna Maria: That’s true. I’m surprised you knew I was thinking the same thing Otto would be thinking at a time like this.

Vincent: ... Maybe it came to me in a dream.

Tunnel Rat: That’s been going around lately... Actually, I have been dreaming about a guy in a Japanese mask who met that Amamiya kid.

Peter: (smiling a bit) Yeah, I know the feeling.

Anna Maria: Still, you shouldn’t be spending this holiday moping around. Go, have some fun. Support your friend. For me? For us? ... For Otto?

Peter: ...

>Peter looks to his friends. They knew Anna Maria, Aunt May, Max, and Vincent were right.

Peter: ... I guess we’re going a fight before Christmas.

>The others agree.

May: That’s good.

Peter: Anna Maria, would you like to join us?

Anna Maria: As much as I like to, I think I’ll stay and help your aunt. I think she could use one more volunteer.

May: Thank you, Anna Maria.

Max: We’d come, but me and Hector are off to San Francisco to spend the holidays with his family.

Peter: What about you, Vincent?

Vincent: Pass. I promised Duke and our parents I’d come back home to Missouri for the holidays after seeing Dr. Octavius’s grave. My transport leaves soon.

Tunnel Rat: And me and Teddy got a kosher Chinese restaurant to run. So, see ya.

Teddy: But first, we promised Mom and Dad we’d visit Gramps and Grams while we’re here.

>With that, they leave to a large grave with the Chinese characters for Lee on it. Aunt May, Anna Maria, Max, and Hector also leave.

???????: I think you’re doing the right thing.

>They quickly turn to see the McGee Family.

Peter: (surprised) Oh hi, Mr. McGee.

You can call me Bonesaw.

Gwen: What brings you guys here?

Lily: We’re just here to visit Booth’s parents. They’re buried here along with his mentor, Crusher Hogan.

MIles: (surprised) Is everyone buried here?

Diane: It’s a big city. A lot of people die and get buried.

Lily: (stern) Diane!

Diane: Sorry.

Bonesaw: So, you’re going to Japan to support Soul Taker? What a coincidence. We’re going, too.

Peter: You are?

Bonesaw: My mentor was always there for me. It’s only fair if Soul Taker’s was there for him, too.

Trish: Plus, we actually get to see a city in another country.

Dennis: (unimpressed) I don’t see why you’re excited. My friend, Katie Power, she’s been to Tokyo and she says it’s no different than New York.

Trish: That’s because she’s more interested in the animes, like Pokemon and stuff. I’m in the same class as her older sister, Julie, and she says that Japan is great... Just watch out for guys in black pajamas.

Diane: Tch! Like we’re going to run into any ninjas this time... But I hope we get to see the Phantom Thieves. They’re awesome.

Bonesaw: (smiling) I’m sure you will, honey.

Harry: (also smiling) Well, with that out of the way, we should get packing. I’ll book a flight for the day after tomorrow.

Bonesaw: Make it after today. That’s when we leave. We’ll go together.

Miles: Really?

Bonesaw: (getting fired up) To really show our support!

Lily: (trying to calm her husband down) And we want to avoid a lot of air traffic from those also going to the tournament.

Harry: Okay. Guess we better start pack... Like now.

>With that, they leave.

>End of flashback.

>The present...

(Since the Wilton Hotel is basically the Persona series’s version of the Hilton Hotel, our other admin decided to have us use this picture. The only two differences are the name and that, while the Hilton is in Shinjuku, the Wilton is in Shibuya. Sorry if we used this.)

>The Wilton Hotel, Shibuya. The Horizon party and McGee Family checked in the day before yesterday. The Opening Party for the Fight Before Christmas was starting now.

You know after all this time, you’d think I’d finally learn how to actually put a bowtie on.

Like I said, Pete, a dying art. Clip-Ons are the future.

Yeah, that one’s way better than the red-

(please don’t flag for this dress) Miles, ix-nay on Orman-nay’s owtiebay.

>Miles sees Peter and Harry unimpressed.

Miles: Sorry.

Lily: (wearing a simple white dress with a holly pin with the letters ST for Soul Taker) Don’t feel too down. These things happen... Then again, this is Norman Osborn we’re talking about.

Miles: (frustrated) Not. Helping.

By the way, Harry, what did you do with your father’s bowtie? I know you don’t want to talk about it, but since it’s red and it’s almost Christmas, I thought it would be appropriate.

Harry: Eh, I have it a good home.

>The Raft... The name on the building says it all.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent: Yo, Osborn! You’ve got an early Christmas present.

>The agent loads the package into Norman Osborn’s cell. He opens it to find his red bowtie with a note.

Clip-on bowties are way better.

Merry Christmas

Love, Harry

Cute, Harry. Really cute...

(The following image... We thought we should add it.)

Merry Christmas, son... By the way, young man, did something else showed up in the mail?

Agent: What do you mean? I think that’s all.

Norman: Really? ... Check again.

>The agent looks in his bag and finds... Some papers. Curious, he looks at them... and is shocked.

Agent: Th- These are...

?????: Yes, they are.

Agent: (shocked) Huh!? How did you get here?

?????: I have my ways.

Norman: Indeed. It took you very long to come visit me.

>The stranger comes to Norman’s cell.

What could I say? After all, we’re both very busy men.

>Back at the Wilton.

Peter: (shivers) Thought I felt a shiver down my back.

Harry: Same here.

Miles: You think it’s something to do with what happened to you the other day?

Peter: No, this feels more... (smiling) Actually, it’s probably nothing. Right now, this night is all about Soul Taker and Christmas.

Miles: I guess you’re right.

Lily: Well, if you’re feeling out of place, I brought these.

>Lily started handing out holly pins that support Soul Taker.

Gwen: Thanks, Mrs. McGee.

Trish: (wearing a magenta dress with pink stripes and the pin) She and Dennis made them to support Soul Taker.

Dennis: (wearing a light blue dress shirt and black pants with the pin) All I did was put the hot glue on them. Mom put the other stuff on.

Diane: (wearing a long red dress with one strap where the pin is) Come on, Dennis, you’re one of the best crafters we know.

>Dennis just says quiet.

>We arrive with Admin and Shiho and greet our visitors.

Hey, guys, you made it!

Harry: (smiling) I thought we weren’t coming. But we did.

We’re glad you did. It’s so nice we could be together. For New Years, the Dream Festival, and now this.

(wearing a dress similar to the Saya from Blood+ wore in Episode 11) It’s just a shame you weren’t here for the End of Summer.

Yeah, it would have been more great if we were all there.

Anya: I know. We’ll see if we can come next year.

Then it’s a date.

Anyway, I’m also glad you’re here, Bonesaw sensei.

Bonesaw: (basically wearing a black tuxedo jacket over his wrestling costume, but still has the holly pin) Well, have to check in on my best student and show support.

Lily: And from the looks of it, you might need it.

Bonesaw: Yeah, you might have to go up against two fellow wrestlers.

You mean Tiger Mask and Tiger the Dark?

Bonesaw: Yeah, They’re fierce legendary warriors. Be glad you didn’t have to fight them last year.

I think I can get by if all of you were there cheering me on.

Bonesaw: I hope you’re right.

Anya: Speaking of wrestling, you know about Animal Mask and MAO?

Skull: Yeah, we were talkin’ about ‘em the other day.

Trish: Then, you also know about how they disappeared. She’s asking if the Detective Prince found anything.

I’m afraid Naoto Shirogane is on that case. You’ll have to ask her.

(wearing a Midnight Blue Tuxedo, his mother insisted since it goes with his hair) She’s right over there if you want to ask.

>He points over to Naoto, who was in deep conversation with with fellow detectives, Conan Edogawa, Heiji Hattori, Columbo’s sun, Baranko, and Miwako Sato.

Looks like they’re gonna be a while. In the meantime, why not have a look around. We might meet some interesting people.

Diane: You mean check in on the competition to find their weaknesses?

Bonesaw and Lily: (sternly) Diane!

Diane: Sorry.

Anyway, let’s see who’s here tonight. Look there, Adrien Agreste, his girlfriend, Kagami Tsurugi, their friend, Marinette Dupan-Cheng, and her boyfriend, Luka Couffaine. We should go over and say hello.

>We agree. We go over to them.

Skull: Yo! Adrien san, Kagami chan, Marinette chan, Luka kun!

Adrien: Konichiwa! It’s nice to meet you.

Kagami: Hai, same here.

(imagine him wearing a tuxedo which he is uncomfortable in, but is trying to hide it with a smile) Hey, you’re Ryuji Sakamoto from KUROFUNE. We saw you at Dream FES.

Skull: (happy) For real? I’m glad you remember.

Personally, I think you should have gotten 1st Place.

Hey, there’s always next year.

Luka: We’re also glad you brought friends with you. We saw you on the second day when we, Kitty Section, were performing.

Oracle: Just some stuff we first did for Dancing in Starlight.

Adrien: Ah, I thought I recognized you! You did those dancing videos.

Marinette: I was actually inspired by those videos to make a few designs... Though, I wish I knew where you got the stuff to pull off those videos. They seem almost... Out of this world.

We get that a lot.

Kagami: It would seem that way, Soul Taker... Ren Amamiya.

Shoot, I revealed myself.

Kagami: Yes. I also know of your other friends as well. Apart from track runner turned idol, Ryuji, there’s Ann Takamaki, model who wishes to be an actress, the art prodigy, Yusuke Kitagawa. Makoto Nijima who participated in last year’s tournament. Futaba Sakura, daughter of the late scientist, Wakaba Isshiki. Haru Okumura, daughter of the late Kunikazu Okumura of Okumura Foods. The Detective Prince, Goro Akechi. And I believe there were two others in your group.

Queen: They have their own plans for the holidays.

Kagami: I see. I also know of your American friends. Peter Parker, one of Horizon High’s most brilliant students and is also the superhero, Spider-Man. Harold Osborn, CEO of Oscorp Industries after his father, Norman Osborn. Gwendolyn Stacy, niece of Dr. Raymond Warren, aka the Jackal. You were also known as Spider-Gwen during the Spider Island Incident. Miles Morales, whose knowledge in robotics is matched only by our friend’s.

Miles: Yeah, how is Max Kante doing these days? I haven’t seen him since the robotics fair in Abu Dhabi.

Marinette: He’s doing fine. I’ll tell him you said hi when we get back to Paris.

Miles: Thanks.

Kagami: Then we have Anya Corazon, Horizon’s top student who has won more awards there than any. And last, but not least, Booth “Bonesaw” McGee, the star and champion of So You Want To Be A Wrestler, along with his family.

Bonesaw: Glad to see I’m known more worldwide.

Lily: Well, you are that kind of person, Booth.

Kagami: Yes. We’re pretty much in the company of celebrities. We should be honored. (does a small bow)

>We bow back.

Soul Taker: So, Kagami san, what brings you back to Japan with your friends? Are you in the tournament?

Kagami: I was going to. But when I learned that Yasuchicka Haninozuka would not be participating this year, I pulled out at the last minute. But I thought I would stay to see who the new champion would be... Personally, I hope it’s Sho Minazuki.

Trish: So, you’ll be rooting for him?

Kagami: I have mutual respect for him as a sword fighter. I wish to test his skill with mine.

???: Well, tis the season for wishes. But be careful of them.

>We turn to see Sho Minazuki coming to us.

Surprise, bitches! Long time, no see!

Miles: (a little nervous) Is he always like this?

You don’t know the half of it.

????: But I do.

>Then, Chie Satonaka comes to us. She was wearing the same dress she wore last year.

Seriously, Sho kun, ever heard of decorum?

Sho: Decorum deshmorum. If the “dragon chick” wants to fight me, she’s gonna have to wait. There’s already someone I have in mind. Speaking of which, where is he?

Chie: Yu’s not here. He was gonna come, but Yosuke came down with a cold. So Yu, Rise, and Teddie are at Yu’s parent’s apartment taking care of him.

Sho: And the others? Like that girl you’re always hanging around?

Chie: Yukiko’s in Hasetsu helping some relatives and Kanji and his mom are visiting their own relatives in Osaka. So only Naoto came with me.

Sho: I see. Well, when you see that silver haired bastard... The Sho must go on! (laughing)

Give it up, scare face, those puns will never catch on.

Sho: Tch! Whatever. Well, just tell him. In the meantime, there’s a nice bass with my name on it at the fish table.

>With that he leaves.

Chie: Sorry about that.

Peter: I’ve dealt with his type before.

Adrien: Yeah, I know.

Chie: Hey, it’s glad to see you guys again. Makoto chan, are you entering this year, too?

Queen: I’m afraid not due to winter finals. Besides, my aikido sensei already gained enough money to keep his school open for a long time.

Chie: That’s good to hear. And now that we’ve paid for Yuta’s operation, the beef bowl feast is back on. By the way, how is he?

Joker: A friend of Yuta’s told me. And...

It was a success.

Chie: It was? That’s really good.

Queen: Well, there were a few problems. He even almost died. But he came back and he pulled through. Last month, he felt pain for the very first time. He said it felt bad... but good at the same time.

Chie: Well I’m glad for him. Maybe his mother will be more at ease now since her son can now tell if he needs help. Especially if his stepdad and Big Bro Joe are there for him.

Joker: That’s true. Joe told me now he’s just entering this tournament to do something between boxing tournaments.

Chie: Which makes me wonder... What will Sho do with ¥900,000? His dad already left him an inheritance to last him a lifetime.

I’d rather not find out.

>With that we laugh and Chie makes her way.

Adrien: We better go, too. I promised Father and Kagami’s mother we meet them before they make the opening speech.

>With that, they also leave.

Queen: Let’s see who else is here.

Crow: I can see Kaldur, Wyynde, and their friends over there. About time they made it. Let’s go over to them.

>We go over to Kaldur, Wyynde, and their two friends, Asami Koizumi, and her boyfriend, Tye Longshoadow. Kaldur and Wyynde were wearing their usual hero uniforms, Asami was wearing a blue kimono with designs that match her personality, and Tye was wearing (though a bit cliche, a little inaccurate, and even... stereotypical) a light brown buckskin jacket over an orange dress shirt, a green bolo tie, blue jeans, and brown shoes. He kept his headband.

Sorry if we kept you waiting. Tye was having a hard time.

Well what did you expect? Almost everyone here are wearing weather has a tuxedo or a kimono. It just makes me feel a little... out of place.

Neither me or Kaldur are wearing such things and we are just fine.

Tye: Easy for you to say. Being from an undersea kingdom, you can pretty much wear whatever. Asami?

... Uniqueness is beautiful.

Tye: (groans in defeat) Fine, you win.

Noir: Well I think you look great, Tye kun. I especially like your bolo tie.

Tye: It was my grandfather’s. He gave it to me.

Noir: How is your grandfather?

Tye: ... I’d rather not talk about it.

You mean...

No, you’re right, we shouldn’t talk about this. This night is about the tournament and Soul Taker.

Tye: It’s okay.

Yeah, no harm done here.

Thank you.

Tye: I guess meeting you here, maybe what I’m wearing isn’t so bad after all.

Diane: Tell me about it. (turns her gaze to her father)

Bonesaw: Hey, if it ain’t broke.

Tye: Now I just have to worry about those entering.

Gwen: Why, are you entering, too?

Tye: No, I’m just here to watch. I’m just worried about those with powers. Meta-humans, Inhumans, mutants, NEXT, you name it. Won’t using their powers in the tournament be, I don’t know... Cheating?

Peter: Don’t worry, this year, they’re prepared. Fighters can use their powers, but only three times per match. And to ensure this, they are to be fitted with special collars that will count how many times they use their powers. They use their powers more than three times, the collar will send an alert and that fighter is disqualified.

Kaldur: I hope you’re right. I hear some people can be sneaky.

Asami: But isn’t that what heroes are for?

Peter: That’s true.

???? ??????: Yes, heroes are necessary for even things like this.

>We quickly turn to see who had just came to us.

(wearing a black tuxedo) Though, from what I’ve heard, Asami chan, you and Longshadow are not much of heroes these days.

Asami: (a bit surprised) You’re... That me from the other DC world. Wind Dragon, wasn’t it?

Wind Dragon: You know it, Asami Koizumi.

Asami: Funny you should say that. Because from what I’ve heard... You’re dead.

Wind Dragon: Yeah, funny story. I’ll gladly tell you over some punch.

Are you serious?

Wind Dragon: Relax, I was only kidding. I wouldn’t even dream of hitting on Asami. If she’s a version of me, that sort of makes us related. Best not to even joke about it.

Asami: (unimpressed) That better be true.

Tye: (more upset than Asami) Not cool, man. Not cool.

Wind Dragon: My beef’s not with you, Fake Longshadow... But I will be saving my “breath” for him.

>He was pointing at me.

Soul Taker: I take it you’re in the tournament?

Wind Dragon: You bet. What better way to show everyone that Wind Dragon is back. A new life. And even a new name.

Wyynde: A new name?

Wind Dragon: A hero is all I ever wanted to be. But it never hurts to have a life outside of that. Toshio Eto is the name I chose. Though, I still like being called Wind Dragon.

Well then, Toshio Eto, I look forward to doing battle with you.

>We shake hands and we part for now.

Miles: He sure is full of himself.

Skull: Sure seems that way. And I thought Mona’s like that.

Bonesaw: Yeah, I’m a little guilty of pride myself. That’s also a weakness, so be sure to watch for that, Soul Taker.

Alright.

Kaldur: Well, we’ll see you later.

Asami: Yes, I’m hoping I would get to meet Chung-Li while we’re here.

>With that, they leave.

Diane: I’m bailing, too. I’m getting hungry and I really want to try one of those chocolate fountains.

I know. The Wilton Buffet is to die for.

Shiho: I know. I can’t believe we’re here now.

Panther: Sorry we didn’t invited you that time. You were in the hospital then. But now, you’re here.

Shiho: I know. Thanks for inviting me here.

Panther: Hey, Diane, is it alright if we join you?

Diane: I don’t see why not.

Lily: Me, Trish, and Dennis will come, too. It’s almost about time for dinner. We’ll make plates for you, too.

Queen: Right, see you soon.

>With that, they head off to the buffet... I hope I don’t get stuck with beans again.

Anya: I think that’s Maddie Stone there. I think those other kids with her are the rest of the Blazing Team.

Gwen: I think we should talk to them, see what they think of this tournament.

>We agree and go over to Maddie and the other four members of the Blazing Team.

(wearing a simple blue dress which she doesn’t look happy to be in, but covering it up) Hey, you’re Soul Taker, right? And his mentor, Bonesaw McGee.

Soul Taker: A pleasure to meet you, Maddie san.

(wearing a simple brown jacket over a red shirt) And you’re Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man. Cool.

Peter: I’m usually called that while I’m in the mask. Right now, I’m just Peter. Or Pete if you like.

(wearing a green sweater and a black kippah and look a little awkward being here) Yeah, I guess.

NOTE: Keep in mind, not much as been about the Blazing Team’s background, including their religion. So sorry if Wilson is Jewish when it may not be his actual religion. Also sorry if the next part may sound a bit offensive.

Oracle: Feeling a little self-conscious?

Wilson: Maybe a little.

Queen: You’re not alone, you know. A lot of people here have their own holiday traditions due to religion.

Harry: She’s right. I usually celebrate Winter Solstice apart from Christmas with my maternal grandparents. But after a while, I was forced to stop.

(wearing a yellow tux) Sounds like you had it tough, poor little rich boy.

Harry: You don’t know the half of it... But Pete was always there for me. He helped me through it.

Peter: (happy) And I always will be.

>The two young men smile and embrace.

??????: Oh, go find some mistletoe already.

>Someone else joins us.

Maddie: (almost upset) What are you doing here?

Wilson: And doesn’t that suit make you look a bit like a pimp?

(wearing a suit similar to his regular outfit) So you’re saying I shouldn’t support my sister in the most neutral time of the year? And I happen to like this suit. It reflects who I am.

Scott: Whatever you say.

Maddie: Well, as long as you don’t cause any trouble.

Johnny: This truce is only until after New Years. So don’t worry.

>The Blazing Team just stared worryingly at their former member.

It looks like it’s going to be an interesting transition.

Wilson: Don’t encourage him. Well, I’m off to the buffet. I wonder if they have corn dogs.

>The Blazing Team and Johnny just groan.

>We leave the Blazing Team and their former teammate to speak.

Queen: Speaking of which, we should be meeting the others at there as well.

Skull: Actually, I gotta jet. See ya on stage.

>I nod and Skull walks off.

Bonesaw: What’s that about?

Noir: Normally, the Ouran Host Club does the opening ceremony. But due to some of the members having plans for the holidays, not to mention Tamaki Suoh is on hiatus for the time being, KUROFUNE was asked to fill in and Ryuji is a member.

>We meet with Panther, Shiho, and the rest of the McGee Family. Lily, Diane, Trish, and Dennis were talking with another family when they noticed us.

Lily: Booth, you’ll never guess who’s here. Margaret Power and her family.

(wearing a while suit with a skirt) Mr. Bonesaw, it’s nice to meet you.

Bonesaw: Same here.

(wearing a light blue dress shirt and tan pants) Actually, I’m sort of a fan of yours. I’ve watched So You Want To Be A Wrestler now and again.

Bonesaw: And I suppose you want an autograph.

Dr. Power: ... Maybe a little.

(working on a last minute gift) You’re actually making his holiday here. I’ve never seen him so happy.

Bonesaw: (signing a picture of himself) That’s good to hear. A Merry Christmas to you, too.

Dr. Power: (a little embarrassed taking the picture) Th- Thank you.

Hey, don’t forget, we’re here because of me.

We know, Jack, you’ve told us like a bunch times.

Soul Taker: You’re in the tournament?

Jack: (smiling proudly) You bet!

We were a bit surprised at first. We didn’t even know such thing happens around Christmas. And they even let someone as young as Jack enter.

Queen: Ken Masters and Ryu needed something to do between Street Fighter Tournaments. And the minimum age to enter is 8.

Jack: I just turned 11. And I sorta... Wanted to meet Iron Fist.

Julie: Are you sure, Jack? You know you might have to fight him.

Jack: (starstruck) I know. To have a chance to face off Iron Fist in the ring?

???? ????: They say confidence is key, but do not let it cloud your judgement.

Jack: (surprised) Holy smoke, it’s him!

>No doubt about it, right next to us is the legendary hero, Iron Fist.

It is alright, right now, we are equals in this tournament. Jack Power, am I correct?

Jack: Y- Yes, sir. Er, Mr. Iron Fist.

Iron Fist: Just Iron Fist is fine.

Katie: Iron Fist, I want to ask you something.

Iron Fist: What is it, little one?

Katie: Well... Why are you in this tournament?

Julie: He does have a point. What do you need ¥900,000 for? Isn’t your family already rich?

Noir: She’s right. Under the mask, your real name is Daniel Rand and your family owns a major company. Almost as big as Stark Industries.

Iron Fist: True. I have no need for the money. The truth is... I needed an excuse to come to Japan.

Katie: What for?

Iron Fist: ... I like to keep that to myself.

Jack: Aw c’mon, you can tell me.

Alex: (unhappy) Jack!

Jack: (defeated) Fine. Never mind. I know you have your reasons. But, you know, just in case...

Iron Fist: ... Thank you, I will think about it.

Jack: (happy whisper) Yes!

>It is then that I notice Iron Fist... turns his gaze to me... Is here in Japan... for me?

Crow: It looks like Naoto senpai is almost finished with her meeting. Shall we speak to her now?

Soul Taker: I guess we can.

Queen: I’ll come too, just in case.

>With that, we go over to Naoto who was finishing up with her fellow detectives.

I have to admit, this is a most unusual case. Two big strong wrestlers just suddenly disappear without a trace.

I know. It’s almost like... Magic... You think Kaitou Kid might have something to do with this?

That doesn’t sound like something he’d do. What would he do with a couple of wrestlers?

I agree. But still, it is rather odd. Almost like... Like they’ve been taken to another world.

Now Detective Shirogane, you know as well as I do that other worlds is just a theory.

Heiji: And what about Thor?

Balanco: ... But I’ve been wrong before. That’s still a possibility.

(Talk about a quick recovery. Guess this kid’s more arrogant then we give him credit... Kind of reminds me of Kogoro san.)

I quite agree with Naoto senpai. That might be possible.

Naoto: (surprised) Akechi kun? You’re here.

Baranco: Ah, Detective Akechi. I thought you’d might be here.

Crow: You knew I was coming?

Baranco: Yes, I was told you’re a fan of Soul Taker here.

Conan: Say, Detective Akechi, I know you’re not on the case, But I was wondering what your take on the missing wrestlers is.

Crow: That’s what I was hoping to talk to Naoto senpai about. You said you might have an idea about who would know where Animal Mask and MAO are.

Because, me and my friends know someone who might know the same thing.

Naoto: Yes, I had a feeling you would.

Conan: And I think I know who you’re talking about.

You- You do?

Conan: Yes.

>This could be bad.

Conan: (smiling) You’re referring to the fortuneteller in Shinjuku.

Precisely.

>What a relief.

Heiji: What’s with the relief look?

No reason.

Detective Sato: I think I know that fortuneteller. She predicted that my soulmate was real close to where we were... I wasn’t sure what she meant. But whatever she said... Detective Takagi was real nervous about it while we were with her.

>Conan and Heiji just laugh. Detective Sato was just confused.

Baranco: I don’t put much stock in that kind of stuff, though this might be right up her alley. Because from what witnesses have described... Both men vanished in glowing sparkles. In a way, it probably was magic.

Conan: (with a determined smiled) You never know, Baranco san, that might be true.

>Then, Ran Mouri comes to us.

Conan kun, the opening ceremony is about to start. Let’s meet us with the others.

Conan: Alright, Ran neechan.

Ran: Alright. Soul Taker, good luck in the tournament.

You, too as well, Ran san.

>With that, we part ways for now and rejoin the others.

>The time for the opening ceremony began and KUROFUNE came on stage.

Welcome everyone to the 16th Annual Fight Before Christmas Tournament! We are KUROFUNE! I’m Yuto Kuroishi!

Keigo Kazama.

And I’m Ryuji Sakamoto!

Yes, welcome. I’m Ken Masters. And this is my fellow co-founder of this tournament, Ryu, who I finally managed to convinced to come to this.

Only because the house I normally stay in for the holidays had its roof fall in and I need a place to stay until it can be fixed.

Ken: Also with us are my lovely wife, Eliza, and our son, Mel.

Happy Holidays, everyone.

(art originally by AznBlaze) Dad says I’m now officially old enough to enter the tournament. But don’t go easy on my just because he and Uncle Ryu founded this tournament.

Ken: Also with us are Japanese sword master, Tomoe Tsurugi and her daughter, Kagami.

I can tell that this year’s tournament promises to be one of the biggest yet.

Kagami: Indeed it does.

Ken: Their guest, Parisian fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste and his son Adrien.

I look forward to seeing how well this tournament turns out.

Adrien: So do I, Father.

Ken: Also, Adrien and Kagami’s friends. Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Luka Couffaine.

>They just wave.

Ken: We also have, (groans) at my wife’s insistence, the Guile Family.

Guile: Happy Holidays.

Ken: Either way, this tournament is to remind us of all the struggles we had to endure this year. To celebrate who we are, who we were, and who we will be. Good luck, fighters! May the best one win!

>Everyone applauded.

>After the party, we meet up with Skull, Yuto, Keigo, Kaldur, Wyynde, Asami, and Tye.

Anya: I’m not ready to go to bed yet.

Oracle: So am I. Wanna grab some coffee? Our favorite diner is nearby.

Lily: I could use a drink, too. I’m so glad we can stay for New Years as well.

Miles: Lucky you.

Queen: You’re not staying, Miles?

Miles: I promised my folks I’d be home for Kwanzaa. So you guys better take pictures for me.

Peter: Don’t worry, we will.

>With that, we make our way to the diner.

>I wonder who will win this year’s tournament.

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