Desperate Acts
Vlad Masters sat on the Fenton's couch, his head cradled in his hands as he fought off the blooming headache behind his eyes. For once it had nothing to do with the big orange-clad oaf who paced the room in uncharacteristic worry. He tried to ignore the pain, ignore the raw blisters that marred his face, ignore everything but the ranting going on around him. Already it was getting hard to focus on things.
Only he knew how bad it would get.
Although if they didn't find a cure this time he wouldn't be the only one. He might just be the only one who survived.
“You of all people should have known how dangerous this is
Miscalculations
Their house was walking away. The ghost was literally walking away with the entirety of their house from the ground floor up. That Phantom ghost seemed to be trying to stop it.
And so was the second one. There was a flash of light and then one was gone. Instead his son stood there.
"The whole time," Danny mocked. "I've been this way the whole damned time."
Jack woke up with a jolt. Maddie mumbled something about snoring and rolled over in her sleep. The gentle lapping waves of the lake on the shore calmed him, politely informed him that he still had to find a way to get Fentonworks back on its foundation.
The dreams weren
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