DP: Betrayal & Corruption (Unrevised Version)

Sorry again for who ever read this. Someone didn't see the chapter, so I had to re-post this again. I swear I don't know why this happens to some people, but now it's getting irratable for me. Anyone who experiences missing chapters from this, tell me in the message board instead of the comments.

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Everyone's eyes searched to where growl came from. Whatever that was made them curious. The first to know was Adriana, the nearest person to the phantom boy. She noticed his leg twitching, as well as small sparks crackling. What's with the sparks? There's no electricity in him. Inspecting him curiously, she stayed still as her eyes shot wide to a twitch of a hand bringing out long, sharp gloved fingers. A couple limbs snapping like twigs, making Adriana shriek.

"S-Sir, I-I th-think he's awake!" she told shakily.

Looking at her boss for a bit and back to the teen, she stepped closer and bowed the upper half of her under to face one another. Eyes still closed. Great, no jump scares. Spoke too soon. A screech louder than a bat's blasted the air, sending a wave of sound and forcing the group to be knocked back except Skulker and Vlad.

There was something else telling the halfa that the two ghosts were troublesome. Though his eyes were closed, he knew right away that they were his enemies that battled him. Vlad and Skulker. What were they doing here? What purpose does these spirits have? He best know before it's too late to ask.

A deep, distorted robotic growl escaped his throat. His body ached in pain from the outburst, but at the same time, wasn't so much to bring him to death. The toll of him might've been weak, considering his breathing and body was shaky and heart slowly beating to rest. He moved his head to the other shoulder, panting from that much energy.

A strange new power surged though him, acting under control. He felt different. Powerful, like he can rip human flesh apart with two hands without the skeleton or tear someone's head clean off from their shoulders.

"Both of you get away. We must not provoke him again." The old man ordered.

Drake flashed a smile, unknowingly distracted from the shadow, watched him unbearably twitch with a sadistic grin and quivering pants. This was even better than he imagined it would be, he thought. It was like seeing a crazy, insane clown wrapped around a jacket going under a small amount of steroids. He stepped back, along with Adriana, still amused by Danny's new sound.

"Sir, I can't believe I'm saying this, but we finally have the final form of Phantom!" he yelled in excitement.

Oh, how he loved to witness him in a new perspective. This meant that his boss can let his partner's parents free and him to go back to do what he does best. Too bad for him and the others, this was just the beginning of freedom for all, for you see, this was all falling into place.

Vlad saw a grin from the little badger as the man took a few steps back to the monitor, revealing sharp teeth coated in blood. Knowing that this wasn't needed to be dealt with, both Skulker and Vlad took this as an opportunity and blasted the clamps that held them. While doing so, the metal began to flash red and melted the middle.

Metal clashed with the floor, ringing in the air. The both of them were now floating, Vlad with glowing fists and Skulker with his new weapon out, aimed at the three below. The old man saw them free and clenched his fists. He knew this would be bound to happen. He took this as a chance and lets go a shadow under his feet. It darted to the right, freely escaping into the malicious ghost's head.

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Danny opened his eyes wearily, moving an inch of himself and finding himself surrounded in nothing but the color black. It was like he'd been unconscious again, but not taking any anesthetics or needles in his arm. Figures that he'd be knocked out again. His legs buckled beneath his weight and collapsed when he began to stand, saving himself from face-planting by slamming both hands on the 'floor'.

The ghost pondered for a plan before a chill went up his spine, a blue breath floating out his mouth. He reacted to it and winced from another pin of pain poking his leg. How can he get out was on his mind. There wasn't any exit nor ways to escape. What was going on with him all of a sudden? Though Danny thought he'd still been under the anesthetic, he wouldn't have felt that and woken up with his head hurting.

Another breath. That meant that another presence was lurking near him. He urged himself to search, finding where that another ghost is hiding. Wincing again, the pain didn't subside, making it worse to stand more weight on it. When Danny turned his head to the right, a figure from behind shot past him, suddenly tripping him with a tendril.

Fast as a bullet, another tendril wrapped his torso, flinging him upside-down. Danny tried to slip out its coil, but each shift tightened more. His lungs couldn't hold out more air, leaving him gasping and being upside-down made him a little light-headed. Two more tendrils wrapped themselves more until looking he's in a cocoon. An distorted giggle presented itself.

"What was that?"

"Do not worry, young one. I mean no harm." A soft voice of a male replied, red, peaceful eyes peering through the blank space.

He jumped from the sight, feeling the tendrils shrink a little back. One of them radiated warmth through his body. It felt nice, but he wasn't cold, or did he? His eyes started to close, losing consciousness for a bit. He pushed the sensation beside and tried to focus on the one who's speaking.

"What are you doing?" he asked, slowly levitated down by the tendrils.

"You seemed cold before, child. Poor souls do not deserve to feel that way. Do you like it or should I stop?"

"I'm fine for what you're doing. What are you and how did I get in this place?"

"I am the same as you remember him called 'Boss'," He smiled. An identical twin of himself slowly crept out of the darkness, a small smile on his thin lips. His demeanor was dull in color from his ghost form and eyes as in a shade of crimson blood red surrounded in soulless black compared to a demons. "And where you are in is your mind."

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A dark, electronic chuckle passed through the room. He lifted his head, surprising the three to back away more. Danny stopped twitching the moment their eyes gone to him. All eyes stared at the new image of him. His pupil and icy blue irises changed to black around white, sharp claws puncturing the clamps and his grin reaching from ear to ear, streaming black ooze that dripped to the floor.

He cackled, splashing more black ooze on the floor when he saw the horror expressions of his victims. Everyone quickly hid their ears as he screeched. "L-L-Li-ike th-the new l-look?!"

"This isn't good." Vlad stated, floating next to the feral halfa in discomfort. Why couldn't things be simple for an escape plan?

"Hey, what are you-" Skulker freaked, but kept the rest under his breath. What was Vlad's intention to be next to the whelp? If that boy managed to break free, it'll be the end of him by a second!

Danny took a glimpse of Vlad, his right under eyelid halfway up the eyeball. His eyes now fixed to red ones. No fear, no nothing was in them. Narrowing his eyes for a bit like Vlad's, he hoped to at least spook the day lights out of him. Chuckling, he spat the black ooze directly at Vlad's face and teared the clamps off, throwing the hunk of metal to the floor.

Vlad, surprised and sickened by the ooze, shook his head and removed all the gunk from his face. Skulker held in a laugh. Danny, now levitated in the air, laughed like a maniac and holding his stomach.

Pretending to wipe away a tear, he curt bowed to the group. "Th-Tha-anks f-for y-your con-consi-duration! Y-You l-like?"

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I gotta say... hearing the voice acting from Five Nights at Freddy's was a very nice touch for Danny's new tranformation. Hehe...