“Randy?” He gaped at the familiar figure hidden beneath his hood. It
couldn’t be. The boy looked up to meet his gaze, terrible red eyes
boring into his wide green ones. A smirk spread across his face.
“Not
quite.” Danny stiffened. The voice was dark and menacing and definitely
not Randy. In an instant his shock turned to rage and he threw himself
at the lanky boy, driving them both into the ground. He grabbed
Not-Randy by the collar of his shirt and brandished a ball of swirling
green energy in his free hand, the shifting light throwing angry shadows
over his face.
“What did you do to him?!” He shook as he tried to not blow the demon’s face off. He needed answers first.
“You’re cute when you’re mad.” Danny froze for a moment in sheer confusion.
“I…what?” He gasped as Not-Randy’s foot connected hard with his stomach and sent him flying back into the alley wall.
“You
two are both so stupid. Oblivious idiots. Lucky for you I see right
through you, Fenton.” Danny gaped, panic and fear mixing with
adrenaline.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Do
you realize how annoying your stupid secret identity games are?” He
slammed his hands into the wall on wither side of Danny’s head, holding
him in place with his own body. Danny shivered at the contact and the
warmth of the other boy. He leaned in close to Danny’s ear, his hair
brushing against his cheek.
“Allow me to spell it out for you.
You, Danny Fenton, the boy Randy’s been lusting after ever since you
arrived, are the ghost boy. And Randy Cunningham,” He stepped back and
threw off his hood as he drew a scrap of black fabric from inside his
jacket. He pulled it over his head and the alley exploded in glowing red
glyphs and black ribbons. Danny blinked at the sight before him, his
mind drawing blank.
“-is the ninja you’ve been chasing. Now,” He reached behind his head and drew a sword from thin air. “lets dance, ghost boy.”
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