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There will never be enough "regular human unfamiliar with Amity Park's nonsense has the misfortune of doing crime around local cryptid Danny Fenton" content out there.
Don't get me wrong there are some absolute gems:
Shots Fired by @things-i-cannot-do-in-amitypark
Things Just Happen Sometimes by Thatweirdointhecorner
Poor Life Choice by @princessfanonanona
maybe one day I'll be home again by anthrop
Suffocation by @sapphireswimming
This post by @lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks
(and a few more that I can't find / are escaping my memory right now. feel free to reblog with additions!)
...But there will never be enough
Vlad dies. He isn’t gone written for day 26 of ectober month 2021: autopsy / pumpkin more parts of this series: 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 (links fixed)
“Daniel. Daniel, listen to me.”
Plasmius floated behind him, reaching out to grab Danny’s shoulder. Danny kept walking, accelerating his pace so that he was just out of Vlad’s reach.
He had to get to class. Vlad’s nonsense could wait until after he failed his physics exam.
“You can’t let them do this to me! You of all people should understand what will happen.”
Danny scoffed, not bothering to look behind him. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you got yourself killed. I mean, really. One of your little projects was bound to blow up in your face sooner or later. Don’t expect me to feel sorry for you.” Especially since said project had been human experimentation, vivisection. It hurt enough that the subjects had been Danny’s clones, but all things considered, at least Vlad had paid the price.
Jazz didn’t quite see it that way, and it was hell to see his parents so devastated over their dear friend’s untimely death. But Valerie knew. She’d been the one to tell him the details of what happened, of how she’d found Vlad elbows-deep in a boy that resembled Danny Fenton. Of how she’d panicked and shot an ectoblast that just grazed Vlad’s shoulder, which hit one of the cloning tanks and detonated a chain explosion. How the poor clone on the table had reacted with a final ghostly wail, decimating everything in a ten-foot radius and slamming an unsuspecting Vlad against the ceiling. Which then caved in.
Valerie’s suit was the only thing that saved her from being buried alive in the lab.
Vlad, on the other hand, was dead even before the mansion collapsed.
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