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.
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.