Danny Phantom Porn Story: Puppet Master Pain Monopoly Chapter 1

This is so expected of me. A horror/mystery/angst story. Based on a story I was writing so yeah, I can’t be stealing from myself. Yeah, I write stories…well, horror ones. Don’t worry. I’ll try not to go overboard. Try very hard. Plot (c) Sam and characters/show (c) Hartman because really…Danny Phantom will be wayyy more scarier if I have it in my hands. *Evil smirk* What? Didn’t know that I was a horror fan so much? Sadly, I’m cursed with it.

PUPPET MASTER: Pain Monopoly
Rated: +13 – for blood and language
Summary: You can’t kill the Deadman. VD-FS.
Genre: Horror/Angst

Preface: Arrangement

and the thick air couldnt fill the atmosphere.

I sat. Hearing his fingers tap on the desk, the sound, my only music, as my mind protested, and kept on protesting for the last few hours. No! No! No! Dont do this. Youll kill them all. My cloaked face was the only reason I was pushed to do this; theyd never know. No one here could see my face. No one here knew of my hearts pure intentions.

You can do the job? dark blue eyes stared at me in the dark. I could feel those eyes pierce through my face. Almost as if I was exposed. Almost as if he had known me. Am I right?

I slowly nodded my head. Yes, sir.

This is the picture of the boy I want, the man slid the vivid picture towards me. My eyes caught sight of the scene, a black haired boy, with sapphire blue eyes as innocent as a childs eyes couldve been, tan fleshand I could almost taste his blood in my mouth. Sweet. Inhuman blood.

His name is Daniel Fenton.

I had known that. I already knew him. From a long, long time ago. Hed never know me and I knew it.

And he is a halfa.

I nodded my head at his words. In my hand, I dropped the thick white needle I was holding. He knew what I wanted. Out of his suits jacket, he had taken out an ectoplasm-filled closed tube and I nodded my head before my covered hand, reached out to take the tube.

He handed it to me.

When?

As soon as possible, sir.

My voice, dulled, responded. I had taken the tube filled with ectoplasm, took one last look at the boy to memorize everythingeven if I already did have it memorized. Maybe it was the guilt that hung over my body. I slipped out of his office. My hands on the tube of ectoplasm.

Soon.

Very, very soon.

Vlad Master will have what his heart desired.

If you have no idea who what’s going on, reivew. Because that’s what I intended it to be. Mysterious.

I suck at mystery. You’ll figure it out after 2-3 chapters.

Hopefully, not.

:P Sam (what? My name is Sam!)