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26 gray ghost AT YOUR SERVICE o7

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26 - Kisses while giggling

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Valerie climbed up on top of the dumpster, grabbing hold of the ledge of the roof, and pulled herself up. It was easier than it had been a few months before, but practice would do that to you. She made her way to the center of the roof until she arrived at the only clean spot. Danny was already sitting there, waiting for her, his soft glow only visible from up here.

She took the seat next to him and pulled the bag out of her backpack, setting it in front of him. "I believe that will cover it," she said.

Danny opened the bag, scanning through the contents. As if she didn't know his order by heart. "Everything is accounted for," he said. He grabbed a couple of french fries and tossed them into his mouth. "You're good to go whenever you need," he said, his mouth still full.

"I'm going to wait for you to finish at least," Valerie replied. "It's only fair."

"You don't have to," he said. "Our deal is complete. No need to waste any more of your time hanging around this dump."

Valerie laughed. Dump was a nice way of describing the Nasty Burger, in her opinion, but she did work there, so it probably wasn't a fair comparison. "You're the one who keeps getting food here."

"Maybe its because I want to keep seeing you around."

Valerie rolled her eyes. "We can meet wherever you want to meet. You have my number."

"Yeah," Danny said with a dopey smile. "I do."

"You could stand to use it more," Valerie remarked. "You sent me what, three texts in as many days?"

"It's not my fault I was stuck in the ghost zone the whole time! Be glad I got you that many."

"Yeah, yeah, but you're the one who got arrested."

Danny angrily took another bite of fries. "Walker's rules are bullshit and we both know it."

"I'm not saying their not," Valerie said. "I'm saying you shouldn't have gotten caught."

"I said I was sorry!" Danny complained.

"And I said that I forgive you!" Valerie said with a laugh. "And I do." She leaned over and kissed him, scrunching up her nose at the fry grease on his lips. She wiped it away quickly.

"I don't know, that didn't look like you forgave me," Danny said, setting the bag down to the side.

Valerie narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you mean?"

"You wiped away the kiss!" Danny protested. "Obviously that means I'm not forgiven."

"No, you just taste like french fries," Valerie argued. Danny didn't listen to her. He rolled over on top of her, pinning her down, and started to try and kiss her face. Lucky, Valerie had managed to keep her hands unpinned to fend him off.

"Acshept my love," he said through her fingers.

"No!" she protested, laughing the whole time. "My hands are already covered in grease from working with the stuff, I don't need it on my face too."

She knew that was a bad thing to say before she even finished saying it. Danny licked her hand before she could pull it away. "Doesn't take like fries to me," he said with a grin. "Still tastes good though."

"You are the worst," Valerie said, wiping his spit on her suit.

"Maybe," Danny agreed. "But I do win."

Valerie couldn't bring her hand up fast enough to block his next kiss attack, and when he got one in, he got more, planting them all over her cheeks, her lips, her nose, and her forehead. Even when she turned her head to try and escape, he started kissing her ear, her jaw, and her neck instead. He only stopped once she managed to push her arms back between them, a much harder feat with them both giggling as much as they were.

When she finally did manage to push him off of her, her first move was to, once again, try and get the grease off of her face. The good news was it had mostly come off during the first couple kisses, so she only needed to focus on wiping off her nose and one cheek. "Weren't you supposed to be patrolling? That was the whole point of the bribe."

Danny nodded. "Yeah, but the blob ghost round up can wait a couple more minutes. You're more important."

Valerie didn't have anything to throw at him, otherwise she would've. "Go get to work," she said with a laugh.

Danny gave a lazy salute. "Whatever you say babe." He disappeared, the fast food bag disappearing with him.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #ask game #gray ghost #i started the scene fully intending to fill the brief #but they didnt want to be serious they just wanted to have silly good time.#so this is what it is instead.

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audioaujom · 10 months

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Day Thirteen, Zac

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Hello hello! Welcome back and welcome to when shit finally hits the fan! I hope the wait for this was worth it, as things only really go further downhill from here ;-; lol (Minor disclaimer: If any of the science stuff sounds bullshitty, it may very well be. If I’m so unbearably wrong that it’s distracting, please let me know and I’ll do my best to fix it o7) Enjoy everyone readjusting to their (awful) reality ((:

Word Count: 2383

Chapter TWs: Non-consensual drug use, human experimentation, psychological torture

On the first day he didn’t hear from Emily, Zac just assumed she was tired.

Murph and Brennan were a little more wary, but they were all distracted by the fact they had to leave Lou out of any games they played without her connecting them. It was harder to be enthusiastic when they weren’t all together.

On the second day, Zac understood Murph and Brennan’s worries a little better. It wasn't unmanageable by any means, but it still wasn't pleasant.

By day three, Zac couldn’t stand the worry anymore.

“Have either of you heard from Emily?” Zac called through the wall after ten minutes of pacing, trying to be loud enough they both could hear him without drawing too much outside attention. “Like… at all?”

“Not lately.” Murph answered first, Brennan humming in agreement. “...you don’t feel good about it either?”

“Not in the slightest.” Zac admitted, sitting down by his and Murph’s shared wall.

“You know how it is in here.” Brennan sighed, Zac hearing the way Murph nodded. “Maybe they didn’t like us chatting.”

“Yeah…” Zac trailed off, leaning his head back against the wall. “I just hope she's okay.”

None of them bothered to speak much after that, the mood pretty ruined by their collective stress. The tense silence was by no means unfamiliar, but the time they’d all spent in it wasn’t full of any sort of pleasant memories.

The silence broke the following morning after a rough night of tossing and turning from Zac, who immediately sat straight up as he heard authoritative footsteps marching down the hall past his door.

He heard a door slide open with a quiet hiss, and some brief yelling—something along the lines of “hurry up” followed by an aggressive “fuck off”—that blurred together in his exhausted state of mind. He paused and listened to the footsteps drag someone off the way they came, completely on edge.

“Murph?” Zac asked hesitantly as the noise died down, unsure which of the two was taken but inclined to think it was Brennan based on the distance.

“Yeah, I'm still here.” Murph answered after a moment, Zac slumping a little in relief. “They took Brennan.”

“Oh.” He breathed out quietly, anxiety churning in his stomach. “That's not good.”

“We’ll just have to see if he's in a state to tell us what's up when he gets back.”

It wasn’t quite silent after the conversation died down, since Murph was pacing quick lines back and forth across his room for the entire time Brennan was gone, Zac nearly ready to tell him off for all the noise before they heard the footsteps return and waited for them to disappear again so they could worriedly check on their friend.

“Brennan! Are you okay?” Murph asked, stopping his pacing.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Brennan replied, his voice a little rough. “I found out what’s up with Emily.”

“Is she okay?” Zac asked immediately, sitting up straighter.

“Is she okay?” Murph repeated, Zac realizing his voice must not have been loud enough to carry. “She's in trouble, right?”

“Yeah, they’ve basically put her on superpowered probation.” Brennan huffed, anger twinging his normally level voice. “I don’t know any more than that, but she’s probably not very okay.”

Murph was silent for a moment before hesitantly asking, “Did they take you because of the stuff with Emily or are the old rounds resuming?”

“Neither. They were just looking for an update on my developed abilities.” Brennan said immediately, Murph’s relief audible as he sighed.

“Ah. Means I'll be next up, then.”

“Um… what are you two talking about?” Zac awkwardly cut in, confused.

“I don't understand the technical jargon too well…” Murph started awkwardly, coming up to his and Zac’s wall to take a seat. “But in trying to understand how our bodies can have these abilities or whatever they are, they’ve started trying to see if they can artificially replicate them.”

“Yeah, that's about it.” Brennan confirmed, raising his voice a little. “From what I've heard, this whole mess is genetic. Under enough of certain types of stress, we develop abilities that regular people don't have.”

“Oh.” Zac nodded, glancing down at his hands as he vaguely thought about the first time his powers appeared and shuddered. “That makes sense.”

“That's what they're trying to replicate.” Brennan continued, not really having heard Zac’s reply. “To see if we can do it again.”

“So… can we?” Zac asked, louder.

Brennan answered with a simple, “I did.”

Murph was quiet for a moment, before he too answered, “I did, kind of.”

“Oh.”

“You're saying that a lot today.” Murph commented, his attempt at a joke not really lightening the mood but also not completely failing as Zac smiled to himself.

“Well, I guess I'm just processing a lot today.”

“I'll see what I can find out when they take me.” Murph promised, before the three lapsed back into the silence that had taken back over in the previous few days.

This time it didn’t last long, footsteps thudding down the hall and this time stopping in front of Murph’s door—given both the proximity of the footsteps and the mumbled expletives from his neighbor. Zac and Brennan didn’t bother trying to communicate after Murph was gone, just waiting nervously for him to come back—hopefully in one piece, and with more information.

Murph was gone quite a bit longer than Brennan was, and he returned much more steamed. He barely waited for the scientists to head back down the hall to begin raging, surprising the other two.

“Ugh! This fucking place, man… burning it down to the ground wouldn’t be enough.” Murph was pissed, Zac jumping as he heard Murph kick hard at—presumably—his cot at the back wall, the metal reverberating loudly in the normally still air. “I hate these assholes!”

“Murph?” Zac interrupted tentatively, hearing Murph sigh and sit down on the floor.

“Sorry, I just… hurting Emily for trying to make a human connection in a hopeless situation makes them monsters.”

“What?” Zac exclaimed awkwardly, nervously running a hand back through his hair to try and calm down. “What did you find out?”

“They're checking in on us because they had success with her.” Murph spat out, the words a kind of bitter that bordered on hateful as he continued, “That means they've been testing non-stop! Not to mention they've got some limiter that goes wild if she uses too much of her powers.”

“Damn. That’s a new low.” Brennan commented, Murph not directly replying and instead mumbling various curses under his breath until the footsteps in the hall came back for a third time a while later.

He did his best not to put up a fight when the scientists came into his room, ignoring the way Murph and Brennan both tensed and offered near inaudible wishes for his safe return as the scientists escorted him out and down the slightly familiar yet indistinct hallways of the lab.

You can do this. It can't be that bad, right? He psyched himself up as they walked, repeating the phrases in his head over and over again until they reached the usual testing room.

It felt like he was suddenly in a doctor’s office since they took his temperature and blood pressure, alongside a few other vitals as he tried to steel himself for what he wanted to say.

His courage finally mustered itself all the way up as the main doctor in charge of the lab came in—a woman only referred to by the other scientists as “Dr. S”. With cold eyes and dark brown hair that loosely fell around her shoulders, there was no doubt in his mind that she knew exactly what she was doing.

The two made eye contact as Zac was laid down on the cool metal of a table that had been set up in the middle of the room, him letting out a deep breath and blurting, “The stuff with Emily. The communication.” Even with how long Zac had been practicing the words to himself over the last few days, he still had to awkwardly force them out over the hardened ice of fear the scientists gave him. “It was my idea. So whatever else you want to do to her for it… I’ll take it.”

“And you really mean that?” Dr. S asked sharply, blue eyes searching Zac’s anxious face for a moment before nodding at the sincerity she found. “Okay. Fine, then. We’ll treat you as the perpetrator.”

Zac immediately felt relieved, willing himself to take whatever it was they had to dish out in the unlikely scenario they’d leave Emily alone—even just for a moment or two. Still, it was difficult to stay calm, closing his eyes as they finished the prep he’d already grown accustomed to in just under two weeks. The straps that held him down were tightened until they were snug, Zac taking one last calming breath before he felt the pinprick of a needle poking into his neck and his grasp on his body began to wane ever-so-slightly.

Whatever they injected him with never had him fully pass out nor did it actually block any pain, it just helped to keep him still. Presumably it would help keep someone calm, but since he could feel the chill of the strange drug circulating under his skin—it only served to make him more anxious.

“Subject #7, Test log 16. No secondary abilities have developed yet, so this log will cover several stress tests to try and determine the minimum level of stress required for secondary activation.” Dr. S paced a lap around the table as Zac opened his blurry eyes, her gaze not leaving her clipboard as she ordered, “Begin Test 1.”

A new needle poked into his upper arm, an uncomfortably warm tingling starting to slowly spread out first down his arm and then out into his chest. It grew warmer by the second, whatever it was becoming hot enough he felt sweat starting to bead on his forehead as the uncomfortable tension the drug brought with it took all of his attention.

“Subject is ready, Doctor.” One of the other scientists said timidly, Dr. S nodding over to a rolling machine another one was bringing over.

“Start with 5 mA, to be sure it's working.”

Zac’s vision was entirely unfocused, the first shock delivered to his chest surprising—but not immediately painful. He tried not to hyperventilate as one of the scientists upped the current on the machine, trying to will himself out of his head to make however painful this would become more bearable. Each tap was harder to handle than the last, everything made worse by the intense tension he couldn't get rid of from the heat spread throughout his body.

The last number he clearly heard from Dr. S was around 85, his brain shutting off as he tried his hardest not to scream. The warm pressure in his veins heated uncontrollably with the electricity and left his entire body numb and reeling, not quite blacking out but close enough his eyes slid closed as he barely twitched—except when he was shocked. They stopped eventually, Dr. S murmuring about how this test was also a failure and leaving in disappointment.

Truthfully, Zac barely remembered anything of the whole ordeal, coming back to himself as a few of the scientists were walking him back through the hallways to his room. He took the small amount of time during their walk back to steady himself, almost feeling like himself again—the lingering pain was just a part of living here—before one of the scientists stopped him in front of the door.

“We made some… adjustments to your accommodations as a punishment for acting out.”

“What?”

They didn’t pay his question any mind, sliding the door open and pushing him inside. He ignored the sounds of them leaving as he stared at the uneven foam covering every surface of the room, his head pounding with the sudden intense rush of his own blood as the door closed behind him. Proper silence was… unfamiliar.

“Oh.”

His voice thundered in his own ears around the ringing of nothingness, him reaching up to grab at his head with both hands as he could hear his own heart rate slowly increasing. Blood was pumping faster, his heartbeat suddenly so loud he lost his balance, toppling to the not-very cushioned floor in what sounded like all of his bones shattering on impact.

He strained his ears for anything, even the footsteps in the hall that always foretold terrible things, longing for anything to break the strange cotton that stuffed itself so far into his ears his brain began to pulse and ache.

Then, as abruptly as it began, it was over.

Zac’s head shot up as something started to quietly crackle from in the walls, a low hum that reverberated in his body and—

Oh. Oh shit.

The static wasn’t loud, but it was constant. He laid down on the floor, the coolness that normally chilled him a refreshing sensation to the ache of his brain exploding out from his skull, staring up at the ceiling in an attempt to distract himself even a little.

He lasted approximately three minutes.

It felt like an hour had gone by when he finally started screaming, hoping to cover up the constant thrum in his ears, wishing desperately his body would just shut down so it would stop hurting so damn bad. He covered his ears; he paced in circles; he tore at the soundproofing on the walls. He knew what they wanted to accomplish, but it was hard to see himself not inevitably giving in if this lasted even a minute longer. It ached in his head, in his chest, in his hands. He pounded on the door, but he knew that if he couldn’t hear anything from outside there was no way they would be able to hear him from within. He checked every few seconds to make sure his ears weren’t bleeding. A part of him hoped they would.

Eventually he laid back down, closing his eyes and covering his ears even though it barely muffled the static still pulsing in the walls and in tune with his heart.

I just hope Emily’s okay now…

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