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sugarysketches · 1 year

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.:Originally made November 28th, 2022:.

Drew a buncha guys in randomly generated outfits, heehoo

[First image: left character uses she/her, right character uses he/him. Second image: character uses he/him. Third image: both characters use they/them. Fourth image: character uses fae/she pronouns.]

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burnedfreedom · 6 months

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characters i relate to the most be like:

traumatized middle aged military man w/ brown hair and blue eyes

traumatized and brain damaged and hypnotized military man w/ brown hair and blue eyes

traumatized and-- hey wait a minute i see a trend here

#casper talks #casper speaks #shitpost #this was about chris redfield and venom snake in particular #throw mark hoffman into the ring and you have a weird fucking trifecta #these three are probably a good judgement of my mental state #my mental illness jingles MY KEYS in front of me

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thekillingfloor · 6 months

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New Holiday.

I just had an email announcing ‘giftober’… Old Navy.

It’s “cocktober”, convince me otherwise.

- it’s the month when all the nascent cocks fall off of trees and at the end of the month their ghosts enter into slutty cheerleaders or slutty nurses or, slutty anythings.

This post just keeps getting more gross the longer I think about it…

Little tiny penis corpses, flying around with eyeball halos… the man with one eye is king, in the land of the blind…

On another note, who thinks Christina Ricci effed Devon Sawa as a result of the movie Casper the friendly ghost? And, b question, which era Christina Ricci? Black Snake Moan era… would be my go to but like… that’s a college hookup after graduation and the other person goes to out of state-state college in like Muskogee or some shit… for sure.

I digress. It just gets worse.

And now I’m looking at poor Casper and I am feeling a deep sympathy for his plight, as a child of ghost.

#christina ricci #devon sawa #durex hiring 50 condom testers to try out their thinnest ever sheath #college #casper the friendly ghost #eras #black snake moan #old navy

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astrangeghost · 2 years

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his name is Michi (: he’s one of my brother’s snakes. he has five including Michi.. they’re all super sweet except for Karen fuck Karen she tried to bite him

if u wanna see me holding the one named Casper i can show those too (:

HOLY FUCKINGSHIT..... . GOOD GOD DUDE !!!!!! Michi looks so sweet and nice.. artistic rendition

#snake tw #tw snakes #asks #mutual oh mutual #yaya you can show me casper too!!! silly sounding :)

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 4 months

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I brought a new snake home tonight! He's an albino paradox Kenyan sand boa, about 2 months old. He's the most feisty sand boa I've ever met but he's a real cutie. Only problem is I'm stuck on what to name him!

And feel free to suggest other names too, but those are the two I'm stuck between.

The young man for your viewing pleasure:

#not a rating #my snakes #polls

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onscreenkisses · 11 months

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K I S S O G R A P H Y : ↳ Christina Ricci

ADDAMS FAMILY VALUES (1993) / David Krumholtz CASPER (1995) / Devon Sawa NOW & THEN (1995) / Devon Sawa NO VACANCY (1999) / Timothy Olyphant THE MAN WHO CRIED (2000) / Johnny Depp MONSTER (2003) / Charlize Theron PENELOPE (2006) / James McAvoy BLACK SNAKE MOAN (2006) / Justin Timberlake SPEED RACER (2008) / Emile Hirsch BEL-AMI (2012) / Robert Pattinson

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movedtodykedvonte · 7 months

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Very important but Casper tuts at Nova the exact same way Simon tuts at Betty when they are avoiding the snakes on his expedition.

Seeing as Simon wrote the book its sort of like a self aware dog at himself and guilt he so quickly shut down Betty’s idea that worked.

#but also her putting down Casper’s compliments like when she just tells him she was doing what he taught her #also Casper being blind and nova seeing but being impulsive still is #someone cooked there #simon petrikov #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #adventure time

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gin-juice-tonic · 7 months

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do you think you could expand on what you mean wrt the scene with betty and simon in the car? imo i didnt see it as contradictory with the "choosing simon's options" thing. betty *is* oftentimes the one offering to sacrifice herself for simon, and it is always her doing what she wants; the way i interpreted it is that the point isnt that simon forced her to do something (or that he should have forced her to *not* do something, like get out of the car etc.), but instead that by not addressing that difference at all they ended up with a normalcy of betty unhealthily giving (which i think is also something set up really well in the original series, which i know you've said you missed). i'd really love to hear your thoughts, though!!!

i just think the cassa-nova game on the whole is... a bad metaphor for their situation

I know Betty sacrificed herself for Simon too much, and of course this is an unhealthy dynamic and Simon needed to realize it was happening

but I think comparing their situation to a choose your own adventure book was a poor choice

Simon's choices that we're shown in Jerry don't have such a straightforward consequence as "Simon did what he wanted and Betty shrunk away" like what happened with casper and nova.

In the scene in the car: Simon chooses to ask Betty to come along and get recognition with him. Betty does what she wants and leaves

When they meet at the presentation: Simon casually makes a joke about Betty coming on his expedition. Betty does what she wants and invites herself. Simon does nothing.

In the scene with the snakes: Simon chooses to ignore Betty's snake idea. Betty does what she wants and runs ahead.

Theres only one time Simon's choice directly causes Betty to give up what she wanted, and its at the bus.

Casper took the "my choices directly as opposed to Nova's" route. This was set up as a direct comparison to Simon and Betty. But the ideas just dont match up. I dont have a problem with the overall message that Betty gave too much and Simon didnt notice. I just think their execution of that idea was poor.

#long post #ask stuff #fionna and cake spoilers

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seraphtrevs · 6 days

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Do you have any favourite Lalo line deliveries?

Do I ever!

I think the obvious answer is "Tell me again," since it's sort of his catch phrase. And don't get me wrong - it's great. Tony totally nails it - gives me the shivers. But it's a little TOO obvious.

Ditto for "Werner Ziiiiiiiiiegler." Like yes, obviously it's hilarious.

But there are so many more hidden gems, so I'm going talk about those instead. My favorites tend to be when Tony makes a Choice that is so perfectly insane, and so obviously completely his. Like he was taking direction with "tell me again" and "werner ziiiiiiiiegler." These gems are all Tony's.

Two of my favorite line reads are actually from 6x06, which is kind of a minor episode in the grand scheme of things, but both of Lalo's Germany episodes forever changed me. There was me before Lalo created an American alter ego, flirted with a hot German widow, then did NOT sleep with her (his immediate "of course" when she reluctantly turns him away, obviously hoping for him to try harder, is an honorable mention top line read), then broke into her house, then petted her little doggy, then spared her life, then crawled out the window and flew away to go chop a guy's foot off. And then there's the me after (like the me before but more insane).

Anyway, my top Tony line read is when approaches Casper, saying hello to him in German, and then Casper responds in German, and then Lalo says "I don't speak German." Like, the more obvious way to say that line would be apologetic - like it could could be sinisterly apologetic, like when a super villain traps the hero in a room full of snakes and apologizes for the poor accommodations.

Instead, Tony delivers the line like Regina George bullying some hapless freshman. And that is such a Regina move! Manipulate someone into saying something and then immediately use it to belittle them. But like - they're in Germany! It's perfectly reasonable for someone in Germany to assume a person speaking German to them can speak at least little German. But Lalo's like "ew, like I'd ever speak German 🙄" He looks so cunty too.

And then he doesn't really chase Casper, he just kind of casually strolls after him, holding his hand out weird like his arthritis is bothering him. It's all so bonkers and I love it so much.

And coming in second place is "Carajo! I think you broke one of my ribs!" Again, I think the obvious way to read that line would be angry, but instead he sounds more annoyed. And poor Casper the unfriendly soon-to-be ghost is rolling around on the ground, having just had his foot chopped off, and Lalo's whining about how one of his ribs might be broken, and his voice does that weird yelp at the end of rIBS!

And then he takes off his belt with one hand. That's not a line read but I still think about it a lot.

I could go on, and maybe I will later. Basically all Tony line reads are my favorite lol.

#lalo salamanca #asks #i tried to lighten up the last screenshot bc it looked almost completely black #but i suck at graphics sorry

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 8 months

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I'll guide you all...

Tw: character death, talk of scars, blood

Alphonse was panicking. Boo and Rook got lost in this dark forest where everything is trying to kill them. He flinched hard when a hand touched him, it was Seth "We'll find them. Breath Al." The pink haired man tried and did succeed a bit. Seth patted him as he turned to Auron, who was pacing while talking to Charlie.

Casper then snapped their head I a direction "is...ROOK!" and ran off to the person. Everyone was hot on Casper's tail, then stopped Casper was looking everywhere "Rook! Please!" Auron then looked around too "ROOK?" Alphonse felt like his head was in the water.

Then a cold hand touched him "AL! COME ON ITS SWEETS!" And he was violently pulled in one direction. He didn't think only being guided by the backside of Rook infront of him. He heard everyone shouting and trying to ask Rook questions. Especially Auron, but Rook just repeated those words "Sweets need you all!" And kept running.

Not letting the others rest while they ran fast, as if the wind was carrying them. Then everyone saw Rook stop in a clearing and point to a tree "There! Go! Now!" It seemed as if they teleported infront of everyone shoving them to Sweets.

But, nothing could have readied then for what they saw. Sweets was holding onto Rook, who was lifeless on the ground. Staring at them, their eyes seemed so dark, like a light being snuffed out. Boo was holding then tight apologizing.

Auron was the first to act as he scurried to hold Rook's body. And to everyone's surprise, weeped for them "Please no! PLEASE NOT THEM!" This caused Faust to move and hold him steadied as Auron clutched Rook harder into himself.

Everyone saw the blood drip down as Auron held them. The claw marks that racked down their arm, and the bite marks that ripped their shoulders. Even the cuts on their legs from running from something. Boo began to yell apologies as Auron quieted down.

"I'm sorry! I tried to stop them! But they pushed me aside and fought that monster! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Sobbing into their hands as they bowed their head to Auron. Alphonse then rushed to Boo, trying to sooth them, but they weren't listening "I should have died!" This caused Seth to shout "NO!" As he held them with Alphonse.

Auron was now dead silent, Faust tried to get him to speak. But Star held his shoulder, and shook their head "He's...Not there anymore." Auron, who was yelling look destroyed. His hair was tangled, tear tracks down his cheeks, and his face red with grief.

But his eyes. His eyes is what got everyone's attention. They looked like Rook's. Warmth that was snuffed out, taken, forced away from him. All over again. Why? Why always him?

Finn decided to speak "We should bury them. Give then peace." Auron snaked his arms around Rook "I...don't want to let them go." A man once so proud, spoke with confidence. Sounded like a child, broken down, not knowing what to do or how to express their emotions.

"I...we....they said they loved you with all their heart. Even wanted to marry you." Heads snapped to Boo who was still clutching the ground. Auron trembled as he held them "I was considering it..." Casper sucked in a breath as they heard his tone.

"Okay. Auron. Let's go back to camp. We should bury them there." Charlie tried as he touched his ex bosses shoulder. Who nodded and slowly got up, holding Rook close to him. Then walked off, Faust followed close behind holding Aurons sleeve. Star held Faust hand.

Sunflower went to Boo "Get up." Alphonse was about to snap but saw the look on their face "Get. Up!" Boo slowly got off the ground and looked at Sunflower "We can't change anything. We can only go forward. We should celebrate for knowing such a good person. They wouldn't have wanted this." Boo nodded. Sunflower then took their hand and began to walk.

Finn held Sunflower's other hand while Seth and Alphonse flanked them. Incase another beast came out, Sunflower tried to brighten the mood "We should get (favorite flower) or try to find one that looks like it." Finn nodded "Of course. I'll see what I can do." He said sadly. Boo was quiet the while time, Seth and Alphonse had a silent conversation about Boo.

After a while the whole group got to the camp. Casper went to the shed, grabbing three shovels they handed Seth and Alphonse one. And the digging began, in the middle of the garden Finn and Sunflower made to make this whole thing a but more bearable.

Auron held Rook while Faust and Star tried to speak with him. But, it didn't work, he was far too gone. Then Boo approached him, "I'm sorry." Auron turned to them "Don't be. They died protecting you. That's how they would have wanted it." Faust know he was holding back. From hurting Boo.

So he intervened "Boo go with Al." A slight command as he watches Auron. Who was just hoping Rook, slightly moving some hair that got in their face. With a slight kiss he hushed them again. Star looked over to see Finn with a bouquet and Sunflower coming over.

"Auron. It's time." The redhead nodded and walked slowly to the grave. There was a tarp in the grave that everyone made look like a bed. And some flowers to make it beautiful for Rook to lay in peace. Slowly and gently he let Rook down, but it took him a while to come back up. Faust gripped his shoulder and hoisted him put of the grave.

Auron stood by the grave as Casper buried Rook. Star stood by the emotionless man "They look peaceful." He nodded as he began to cry a little. Faust gripped his arm in solidarity with him, the blue haired didn't know how to feel. Rook was a good person, it's weird they're not here anymore.

After it was all done everyone slowly went away. Until it was Alphonse and Auron, he just stared at the grave. It read

'Rook. A good person, kept us on our toes. A sharp tongue that always made us laugh. A friend, and Lover. May your soul rest knowing we're safe.'

Alphonse spoke "I...don't even know. How they came to us. But, I'm sorry they were taken from you." Auron nodded as he looked at the grave, he felt so tired. "They do that. Weird things that you didn't expect. They were a wild card." Alphonse decided not to say anything as Aurons voice cracked.

But Alphonse felt someone else there with them. Watching, when he turned he saw Rook smiling as they slowly came to Auron's side. Holding his hand gently as they whispered to him "I'll guide you all..." passing ad they looked at their grave everyone pitched in to make. It was sweet and nice for them to be at peace. And continued their sentence.

"Even in death."

(I feel like this is a bit rushed bc idk if I misspelled anything RRRAAAHHHHH)

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice faust #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice finn #red writes

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friendly-neighborhood-imbecille · 9 months

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Crushing an egg

4k words, some description of gore, will be crossposted to ao3 and ffn

When William Edward Lancer first started teaching at Casper High, he knew there was a risk of danger. It’s a horrible thing to think about, but there was a very real chance of an intruder, or even one of his students bringing a weapon with the intention to harm the other students. But never back then, had he thought the risk of harm to his students would be this large.

Ever since the ghosts started appearing, the school had been subject to constant attacks. And now, the severity of the attacks had been steadily increasing. At first, it had just been pairs of humanoid ghosts, who were mostly uninterested in harming humans, using the school as their battleground. Then, every once in a while, the occasional low to mid-powered animal ghost would attack. But recently, more and more mid to high-powered animal ghosts had been seen rampaging the halls of Casper High. Trampling anyone in their path and blindly attacking anyone they deemed a threat, obstacle, or annoyance.

Two students had already been hospitalized due to injuries received during one of these attacks. There was talk of installing a permanent ghost shield, replacing the temporary one already installed. Although it would use far more power than the school district could ever afford.

At the moment, the best they could do was hope for the attacks to stop, and be ready for when they inevitably didn’t.

“Now, it’s important to view the story from all angles. It’s easy to understand the protagonist’s point of view, but what about the antagonist? Now, Nag and Nagaina planned to attack the family for the same reason Rikki destroyed their eggs: fear. Why do you think their actions were viewed as evil, while Rikki’s actions were viewed as good?”

The class was silent. Some students stared blankly at his face, some out the windows, others at the clock behind him, counting down the minutes til the class ended.

Edward sighed. “You don’t have to answer, I just want you all to really think about it.” He waited a couple seconds before moving on. “This story was written about a hundred years ago, but it can still relate-” He heard a sharp gasp and stopped in the middle of his sentence. Daniel Fenton was frantically scanning the classroom, as if he was searching for danger.

“Mr. Fenton, are you alright?”

His head snapped forward, and he visibly forced himself to relax. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, but I really have to go.” He started anxiously tapping his fingers against his arm. “I, uh, forgot the, the, the book in my locker.”

Edward looked to Daniel’s bag, trying to read the text on the book barely poking out. “I thought I saw the textbook on your desk a minute ago?”

Daniel reached over and zipped the bag closed. “Yeah, that was the science book. I grabbed the wrong one. They both say Pearson on the front, so I mixed them up. I’ll be quick, like, five minutes tops.” He started tapping his foot and quickly glancing between Edward and the door. Though it was very possible that Daniel had indeed grabbed the wrong book, he doubted it. But there was no use fighting against this. Even if he said no, Daniel would keep pestering him until he inevitably walked out without permission.

Edward sighed and ran his hand down his face before relenting. “Alright, please be quick.”

“I will, thank you.” Daniel grinned sheepishly and grabbed his bag before running out.

Edward scanned the room. It didn’t look like much had changed, but he attempted to engage the class anyway. “So, how does the conflict between the animals in this story mirror the conflicts we see in our modern day human society?” Surprisingly, he saw a hand slowly raise to answer the question.

“Yes Kwan?”

The boy looked towards his friend, Dashiel Baxter, as if waiting for something. Mr. Baxter waved his hand in a ‘go on’ gesture, and Kwan began to speak. “Well, the snake and the mongoose are at each other’s throats. The snakes are dangerous to the humans, so the mongoose wants to kill them. But then he kills, uh, breaks the eggs, which haven’t done anything wrong. Like, they had potential to be dangerous like the other snakes, but they were completely innocent. So I guess it’s sort of like-” Before he finished his sentence he was cut off by a loud blaring alarm.

“Attention all students and staff, a level 7 animalistic ghost has entered the building. All students and staff are to evacuate immediately.”

The class was panicking. Students were grabbing their bags and crowding to the door, knocking down desks and tables, and pushing others down to get to the front.

Level seven was high. So far, the detection system had only alerted to a few level sevens, all of which were humanoid. A ghost with that much power could easily kill a student. And with it being animalistic, it wouldn’t likely think to avoid doing so.

“Okay everybody please line up single file, stay calm, don’t push or shove, and stay together.” Edward tried to take control of the situation, but the students’ fear far outweighed their reasoning. He followed them out the door, helping up students that had been pushed down, and tried to move to the front of the group. Luckily, his classroom wasn’t far from the nearest exit. It wasn’t long before they were all safely hidden underneath the bleachers next to the football field, along with several other classes taking refuge there from the danger.

He took a second to catch his breath before counting his students. None of them were absent that day, so he shouldn’t have been missing any. He counted one short. He recounted and got the same result. He went down the list alphabetically and stopped once he got to the Fs.

“Where’s Daniel?”

The class fell silent. Some students began to search nearby crowds for their classmate, and Elena, one of his more observant students, stepped forward. “He, he left to get a textbook, remember?” She stuttered out.

Edward froze. His head started to heat up and it felt like a rat was frantically trying to claw its way out through his chest. He grabbed his walkie-talkie and brought it up to his mouth. “I’m missing a student, does anyone have Daniel Fenton with their class?”

A couple seconds went by. He didn’t move, he didn’t breathe, he didn’t even think. He just listened and stared back at the school building, as if willing his student to suddenly burst through the doors and run towards them. The shield started to materialize around the building, trapping whatever ghost that was there inside. Every class had already made it out.

The walkie-talkie buzzed to life and emitted the one sentence he was dreading to hear.

“Nobody’s seen him.”

His stomach dropped. All of the students knew to stay with a group, any group, when there was an attack. The only reason a student would be completely missing is if they were cornered by the attacker, which could only mean one thing. “Gone with the Wind, he’s still in there.”

The Fentons were fast, but even they would need time to gather supplies and get to the location of the attack. And by then it might be too late. Daniel Fenton was not an athletic child, he didn’t stand a chance against whatever was in there with him.

“Star, you’re in charge. I want you to bring the class over to Mr. Falluca. Tell him the situation and don’t let anyone separate from the group. I’m going back inside.”

Star reached over and grabbed Paulina’s hand before nodding. “Okay.”

Edward looked towards the school, gathered his breath, and ran. He ignored the confused and concerned shouts of the students and staff, he ignored the burning sensation in his legs, he ignored the fear rising up from the pits of his stomach and the back of his throat. He needed to do this. His student needed him.

He passed through the shield, feeling nothing but a slight buzz as he went through, and threw himself through the doors before stilling and holding his breath. He needed to be smart about this. He couldn’t just launch himself into danger, that wouldn’t fix anything. He needed to be calm, careful, and quiet.

He slinked through the halls, careful to not make a sound, and searched through every unlocked classroom he walked by. He could hear shrill squealing from every possible direction, but it was the ceiling that shook and shuddered. The ghost was above him.

He hastened his movements, whisper-calling his student’s name into the doorway of every room, hoping to find him before he himself was discovered. No one answered. He went to the basement floors, raising his voice slightly, and running from room to room. Nothing. Maybe Daniel had found his way out of the building and away from the threat. Maybe he was putting himself in danger for nothing. He grabbed his walkie-talkie and raised it to his mouth once again.

“Does anyone have Daniel Fenton with them?”

He heard loud booms and crashes from above, followed by shouts and animalistic screeching. The shouting sounded human, the voice was masculine and young sounding.

The walkie-talkie buzzed. “None of us have him.”

He knew where Daniel was.

He ran to the stairs and scaled them as fast as he could, not caring whether or not he made noise. If he did, it would certainly be masked by the squeals and screeching of the ghost above him.

He tripped halfway up the second flight, but continued scrambling his way up. He couldn’t waste any time, his student was in danger.

He made it to the top of the stairs and looked down the hallway. It was completely still, silent. If it weren’t for the cracked floor tiles and walls he could almost pretend there hadn’t been a ghost here at all. It felt wrong, but he couldn’t dwell on that. He had to find his student.

He ran into an empty classroom and searched, but found nothing. He peered out the door but saw no sign of the ghost. He ran to search the next classroom, ignoring the trail of glowing green beneath his feet. Empty, just like the last one.

What if he was too late? Daniel was by no means a particularly strong or brave child. The boy was terrified of ghosts and would likely be too overwhelmed with fear to try to think of an escape route if cornered.

He searched the next classroom, still no sign of the boy. Suddenly the animal ghost burst through the walls of the classroom, barreling towards him and roaring with anger. He scrambled to hide behind one of the tables that had been knocked over and braced for impact, but it never came.

He heard an ear-splitting screech of pain followed by a large thud and the scraping of hooves against tile. The scraping gradually faded off and Edward was left alone again.

He took in a deep breath and quickly began to hyperventilate. He could have been killed. God, he nearly was killed. Maybe he was the wrong person to do this. Maybe he should leave and let the Fentons handle this when they arrived. Maybe he should just hide and hope he isn’t discovered.

But if he did that, what would happen to Daniel? As a teacher he had two main responsibilities, to educate his students, and to protect them. To protect them even if that meant sacrificing his own life to save theirs.

Daniel was his student, and he wasn’t going to sit back and let his student die.

Edward stood up and left the classroom to continue his search. He sped from room to room, trying to ignore the furious screeches threatening to split his skull open, trying not to think about what might happen to him if he was caught by the beast emitting them, trying not to think about what would happen if Daniel was caught.

Distressing images flashed through his head. Images of his student, abdomen ripped open and organs spilling out, mouth open, eyes vacant and clouded over. Worse, head crushed underneath hooves, skull fragments and teeth scattered across the floor, a leg detached from the rest of his body, being gnawed on by the beast as if it were a dog’s chew toy. He shook his head and tried to get rid of them, but they refused to leave.

Thrown down a flight of stairs, neck broken and skull cracked from the impact. Head bitten off by powerful jaws. Pierced through the stomach and left to slowly bleed out. Eaten alive, still thrashing and screaming, begging to be let go-

He heard the yelling again, Daniel wasn’t dead yet. If he followed the sound, he would find Daniel. And if he found Daniel, he’d be able to help him escape. He ran down the stairs and sprinted to the west side of the school, the shouts growing louder and louder, and the inhuman screeching growing along with them. He forced himself to ignore the screeches, he needed to protect his student, he couldn’t run away from danger this time. But right as he reached the source of the screaming, he froze.

The ghost, a ginormous and terrifying boar with tusks sharp as daggers protruding from its jaws and a single spiral horn erupting from its forehead, and a small body pinned to the wall, pierced through the middle by its horn.

The screams hadn’t been coming from his student.

It had been another ghost.

The phantom.

He shouldn’t get involved. He should just leave. This was a dangerous situation. He needed to leave and find Daniel. But one glance at the smaller ghost’s eyes and he couldn’t. His hands were shaking, his heart was accelerating, his breathing was getting faster and faster. He grabbed the legs of a desk and, with a strength he didn’t know he had, struck the boar in the face with it.

The boar screamed and fell to the ground, releasing the boy from its hold. It attempted to stand back up, but Edward struck it again and again. His arms felt like they could fall off, but he continued to strike the boar. His legs felt like they could no longer support his weight, but he continued to strike the boar. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t think, but he continued to strike the boar. It wasn’t until his legs gave out and his arms refused to move the desk again that he realized that the boar wasn’t going to get up.

He knelt there, staring at the creature, breathing heavily and trying to understand what had just happened. The horn was broken off of its head and into two pieces, the core of it glowing green and sparking, yet gradually dimming as the seconds passed. The face was caved in, and there was ectoplasm everywhere. Had he really done that? The boar began to melt and bubble away, slowly simmering into nothingness.

“Are you alright?” Edward snapped his head towards the source of the question and winced when his eyes met the large wound in the phantom’s abdomen. It was gushing out ectoplasm and he could even see some of the boy’s organs inside.

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?” Edward replied. “Do you need help? I could get you a first aid kit if you’d like.”

The phantom’s face scrunched up in thought. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be outside with everyone else? There was an evacuation, wasn't there?”

Edward jumped as he remembered what he was doing before. “I’m missing a student. He didn’t evacuate with all the others and I-”

“Daniel Fenton?” Phantom offered, then flinched slightly, as if he regretted saying anything.

“Yes. How did you know?” Edward looked at him curiously.

“I,” Phantom looked around the room, seemingly hesitant to give up the answer. “I helped him get out.”

Edward let out a relieved breath. “So he’s safe?”

Phantom looked down at his wound and paused before speaking. “Yes. he’s safe.”

It felt like a large weight was lifted off his shoulders. His student was alive. He looked back to the wound in Phantom’s abdomen and winced. “I’m going to go find a first aid kit so I can help fix your wounds. Don’t move from this spot, I’ll be right back.”

He ran out of the room and down the hall, quickly losing his breath. Now that the threat of imminent danger was gone, it seemed that his limits had been put back in place. He slowed to a halt and leaned against the wall next to him to catch his breath. He would have to walk.

He was almost to the nurse’s office when he began to hear hushed voices.

“...ectoplasmic readings…faded gradually… cut off like usual…could mean…not sure…”

He crept closer to the source of the sound, careful to not be heard, before realizing there was no danger in being observed. He began to walk normally, yet still relatively quietly towards the source of the sound, feeling rather silly for his earlier actions.

The voices soon became clear as he came closer, and before too long, he could see the familiar orange and teal jumpsuits of Jack and Madeline Fenton. “...knew we should have brought the tracker.”

“There’s still an ecto-signature in the building. He has to be around here somewhere.”

Edward cleared his throat, causing the other two to jump and face him. “Drs. Fenton, might I ask what exactly you are doing here?”

Jack and Madeline both jumped before turning to face him, Jack looking confused and Madeline with a smile on her face. It was a sweet smile on the surface, he had seen this smile a million times on a million different faces. But rather than feeling warm and inviting like it usually would, it felt cold, condescending. He felt insignificant under her gaze. “Oh, Mr. Lancer, we were alerted to an attack here. We just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

Edward steeled himself and forced his emotions to remain hidden from her dissecting gaze. “And I do appreciate that. But, I do believe that the attack is over now. Am I correct?”

Her smile strained a bit, but she was quick to cover it up. “Yes, that ghost boy must have captured it. And we’ll be out of your hair as soon as we have him” Madeline attempted to step past him, but Edward moved to block her. Edward started to feel his temper slip and by the looks of things, the same could be said for both Jack and Maddie.

Edward crossed his arms and let out a breath to attempt to calm himself down. “I see, and is this ghost boy an immediate threat to the safety and wellbeing of the students?”

“No, but he’s up to something,” Jack answered with fake enthusiasm. He was grinning from ear to ear, but somehow it seemed more like a baring of teeth. “We just know it. We need to capture and interrogate him, maybe do a bit of ripping apart if we can, and figure out what he’s up to, right Madds?”

“Exactly. We’re so close to figuring this out, and now we have him cornered. This might be our only chance for months. So if you would please excuse us-” She forcefully pushed Edward out of the way and along with her husband, began to march down the hall towards the room where he had left Phantom in.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, I-”

Madeline turned her head to face him, the same perfectly condescending smile on her face. “Doctor Fenton.” She corrected.

“I’ll call you whatever I damn well please.” Edward nearly shouted. Every shred of subtlety was stripped from his demeanor. The pair froze in their steps and whipped around to face him. “The agreement here was that you lend aid when needed. That you help when a ghost attack threatens the lives of our students and staff and leave when the threat has passed. The agreement was not that you use this school as a trap to corner and shoot down children based on a hunch. You have no authority here, the only reason you are able to hunt the ghosts that attack here is because we allow you.”

Madeline’s entire face turned red with fury while Jack stared down to the ground, barely suppressed rage clear on his face. Madeline marched forward towards Edward and spat out her retort like venom on her tongue.

“The reason we are able to hunt the ghosts who attack here is because we are the world's leading experts in ectoplasmic behaviour, biology, and most importantly for this case, extermination. It is not just a hunch. You’ve seen firsthand what he’s capable of and yet, he still has you fooled. Though with what I’ve seen of your intelligence, that shouldn’t come as much of a surprise. That thing is extremely dangerous and could turn on us at any moment. Can’t you see, he’s using all of us for his sick-”

“That’s enough.” Edward cut her off, face deliberately cold and expressionless. He looked down at her with the intent to instill the same feeling of insignificance she gave him earlier.

She stomped her foot, seeming like a stick of dynamite with a fire almost to the base of the fuse. “No, I don’t want to hear any of your-”

“Please exit the building. If you don’t in the next five minutes I will contact the authorities. The same goes for if I see you lurking in the parking lot or circling the building.”

And just like that, the flame sputtered before finally going out. She glared at him with a look that could break the bravest of men, turned around, and marched towards the entrance, followed shortly behind by her husband.

He watched as they passed through the door, entered their abomination of a vehicle, and left before he let out a relieved breath of air. If it were up to him, those two wouldn’t be allowed to enter school grounds, ghost attack or not. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. He continued on his way to the nurse’s office, grabbed a roll of gauze, disinfectant, and whatever else seemed useful, and made his way back to the classroom he left the phantom in.

He just couldn’t understand some people. Yes, it was good to be cautious, but never to this extent. To attack a child for a crime you have no proof he will commit, it was the coward’s way out. There had only been two instances where the phantom had been reported doing anything immoral, and both had been proven to be falsely incriminating. The Fenton’s had even confirmed this, however reluctantly they were to do so. It was extremely unjust, not to mention selfish, to attack Amity Park’s greatest ghost defence on nothing but baseless accusations and prejudice.

Edward forced himself to calm down. There was no use in getting so upset, especially now that the cause of the frustration had left. He reached the door of the room he had left Phantom in, took a deep breath, and opened it.

Phantom was nowhere to be seen.

He stood there for a minute, frozen, unsure what to do, before calmly looking around the room for the missing ghost. All he found in his search however was a sheet of notebook paper, torn at the edge with just two words written on it.

Thank you.

He supposed he should have expected this. After all, he had never heard of anyone before ever getting that close to the phantom without capturing him first. It would make sense that he would flee to take care of his own wounds rather than stay to accept help.

He left the medical supplies in the room. Just in case.

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