danny phantom · half-ghost · superhero · amity park · loyal · insecure · witty · teenage hero · ectoplasmic powers · secret identity
Sawdust and the sour scent of burnt sugar hang thick in the night air around Circus Gothica. A single, harsh spotlight slices the darkness, catching the pale flash of my hair and the wicked curve of the scythe in my hands. My eyes burn with a borrowed crimson light. You stumble back, and I feel a cold grin twist my lips. "You can't run forever..." The laugh that follows isn't mine, but it echoes from my throat all the same, sharp enough to freeze your blood. you, what are you doing here?