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Cooties

She was running down the alley, boots hitting the pavement loudly as she ducked to avoid some cardboard jutting out from a dumpster. Another quick lunge let her avoid a puddle of goo as she pounded pavement further into the recesses. The ghost was coming, she couldn't possibly have outrun it. Not in these shoes, not in this heat, and certainly not when the ghost was after her specifically.

She was rewarded moments later by the freezing mass of ectoplasm that flew out of the wall and bowled her over. Sam cried out as she hit the asphalt, but she scrambled to her feet, already trying to escape.

"Oh no, dearie," the hag cooed at her. "You've been a bad girl. Bad girls need to be punished."

Sam shrieked again as claw-like fingers grabbed at her, catching on some of her hair and reeling her back towards the ghost. "It's not the 18-fucking-90's lady," Sam insisted, writhing and grimacing as hair came out at the roots. She stumbled forward. "And I wear a lot more than Paulina. Can't you go punish her?"

The hag cackled. There was no other word for it, it was a true cackle. "That would be too easy, dear. And besides, you cavort around with that Phantom character. It's like a two-for-one sale at the punishment store!"

There were so many things wrong with that statement, but she didn't hang around to point them out, just darted further along the alley. "Oh no," she moaned as she came to a dead end far too quickly. "Oh, god, no." Sam turned, her back pressing into the concrete wall as she waited for the inevitable.

The hag was definitely on her way, the air was singing with tension and Sam could see her breath now, an icy exhale. Moments later the hag appeared, eyes glowing with excitement.

"It's always more ladylike to accept the inevitable," the hag instructed her as she reached out for Sam, the nails of her fingers lengthening and sharpening. "This won't hurt too much."

In the split second before her hands grabbed Sam, Sam's eyes flashed from violet to blinding green. "Well, not for me," she replied in a far too masculine voice. A heart beat later and Danny Phantom burst out of her, leaving Sam to collapse to her knees, ducking and rolling away from where he'd tackled the hag into another wall. The fighting mostly covered the thudding of another pair of boots, and Sam shifted her eyes up just in time to see Tucker come running, thermos blazing.

"Danny! Down!" he cried, pressing the button on the side just as Danny shot up into the air and out of the beam's way.

The hag shrieked as she was sucked in, the vortex too much for her to escape. Sam only winced at the shrill sound, fingers brushing along her scalp feeling for the places she was now missing hair. Her fingers came back dotted with blood, the skin smarting where she'd just touched. The air dropped as Danny landed next to her, gloved hands reaching out to try and subject her to the same examination.

Sam shrugged him off, her lips twisting down into an angry frown at her best friend's sudden and unauthorized overshadowing of her own body.

"Dammit, Danny," Sam snarled as she shuddered. "Warn me the next time you decide to take my body for a spin. Now I have all of your ghost cooties inside of me."

"I bet that's not all of Danny you'd like inside of you," Tucker chortled a little more loudly than he'd intended. Danny flushed red, glancing at Sam, who looked like she was about to explode. Tucker's hands shot up in defense. "Well, it's true!"

One step was all he managed before his best friends shot after him in hot pursuit.

Description
Cooties

She was running down the alley, boots hitting the pavement loudly as she ducked to avoid some cardboard jutting out from a dumpster. Another quick lunge let her avoid a puddle of goo as she pounded pavement further into the recesses. The ghost was coming, she couldn't possibly have outrun it. Not in these shoes, not in this heat, and certainly not when the ghost was after her specifically.

She was rewarded moments later by the freezing mass of ectoplasm that flew out of the wall and bowled her over. Sam cried out as she hit the asphalt, but she scrambled to her feet, already trying to escape.

"Oh no, dearie," the hag cooed at her. "You've been a bad girl. Bad girls need to be punished."

Sam shrieked again as claw-like fingers grabbed at her, catching on some of her hair and reeling her back towards the ghost. "It's not the 18-fucking-90's lady," Sam insisted, writhing and grimacing as hair came out at the roots. She stumbled forward. "And I wear a lot more than Paulina. Can't you go punish her?"

The hag cackled. There was no other word for it, it was a true cackle. "That would be too easy, dear. And besides, you cavort around with that Phantom character. It's like a two-for-one sale at the punishment store!"

There were so many things wrong with that statement, but she didn't hang around to point them out, just darted further along the alley. "Oh no," she moaned as she came to a dead end far too quickly. "Oh, god, no." Sam turned, her back pressing into the concrete wall as she waited for the inevitable.

The hag was definitely on her way, the air was singing with tension and Sam could see her breath now, an icy exhale. Moments later the hag appeared, eyes glowing with excitement.

"It's always more ladylike to accept the inevitable," the hag instructed her as she reached out for Sam, the nails of her fingers lengthening and sharpening. "This won't hurt too much."

In the split second before her hands grabbed Sam, Sam's eyes flashed from violet to blinding green. "Well, not for me," she replied in a far too masculine voice. A heart beat later and Danny Phantom burst out of her, leaving Sam to collapse to her knees, ducking and rolling away from where he'd tackled the hag into another wall. The fighting mostly covered the thudding of another pair of boots, and Sam shifted her eyes up just in time to see Tucker come running, thermos blazing.

"Danny! Down!" he cried, pressing the button on the side just as Danny shot up into the air and out of the beam's way.

The hag shrieked as she was sucked in, the vortex too much for her to escape. Sam only winced at the shrill sound, fingers brushing along her scalp feeling for the places she was now missing hair. Her fingers came back dotted with blood, the skin smarting where she'd just touched. The air dropped as Danny landed next to her, gloved hands reaching out to try and subject her to the same examination.

Sam shrugged him off, her lips twisting down into an angry frown at her best friend's sudden and unauthorized overshadowing of her own body.

"Dammit, Danny," Sam snarled as she shuddered. "Warn me the next time you decide to take my body for a spin. Now I have all of your ghost cooties inside of me."

"I bet that's not all of Danny you'd like inside of you," Tucker chortled a little more loudly than he'd intended. Danny flushed red, glancing at Sam, who looked like she was about to explode. Tucker's hands shot up in defense. "Well, it's true!"

One step was all he managed before his best friends shot after him in hot pursuit.