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I open my eyes to observe the boy above me. He was nearing the ground; I was sure he was done for.
The glowing blue handcuffs restrained him from changing; from taking on his ghostly form.
As he falls, my mind races. What must he be feeling as he approaches the pavement below? Sadness? Regret? Hope? Fear?
The handcuffs are not made to be used on humans- though they still operate the same way as they would on ghosts. I should know, I invented them myself.
I close my eyes and open them only to find myself in my office once more. My notes and blueprints are scattered on my desk. I slump down in my chair, burying my face with my hands.
Everything sunk in hard and all at once.
The halfa is dead, and I'm the one responsible.
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Oh snaap! xD Danny sure is in trouble, isn't he /:
Crappy background is crappy.

Danny Phantom (c) Butch Hartman

Description
I open my eyes to observe the boy above me. He was nearing the ground; I was sure he was done for.
The glowing blue handcuffs restrained him from changing; from taking on his ghostly form.
As he falls, my mind races. What must he be feeling as he approaches the pavement below? Sadness? Regret? Hope? Fear?
The handcuffs are not made to be used on humans- though they still operate the same way as they would on ghosts. I should know, I invented them myself.
I close my eyes and open them only to find myself in my office once more. My notes and blueprints are scattered on my desk. I slump down in my chair, burying my face with my hands.
Everything sunk in hard and all at once.
The halfa is dead, and I'm the one responsible.
___________________________________________
Oh snaap! xD Danny sure is in trouble, isn't he /:
Crappy background is crappy.

Danny Phantom (c) Butch Hartman