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Fast-Paced, Suspenseful, and Worth the Watch. About Calendar pollsarchive Staff. Creative Commons "Happy Death Day" presents a gripping tale while utilizing different cinematic techniques. Close Modal Window Hang on for a minute Name required Email Address required. What year are you in? Ecto-energy gathered above it, forming what looked like a silver egg, which shrunk until it was no more than an inch long. The egg charm was threaded onto a black cord that twisted through the air until it tied itself around Danny's right arm.

Once it was settled, the egg popped open, releasing a light that drew the animal in, protesting all the way. The charm sealed and fell sedately against the inside of Danny's wrist. For a long moment, the trio stood in silence.

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Then, almost tentatively, Sam reached out to rest one hand on Danny's shoulder. None of them could open the door by the time they made it back to Fenton Works, so Danny, who had the most packages but also the best coordination, shifted his load enough to bang on the door. After about three or four loud knocks, Maddie Fenton opened the door, looking annoyed.

Where did you kids get all that stuff? Danny, who had been driven to distraction several times already, forgot himself and answered honestly: Maddie stared for a moment before her eyes narrowed. The youngest Fenton froze, realizing his mistake, but Sam covered quickly with, "It's a drama club thing.

I talked Danny and Tucker into helping out with sorting through some old props, and, well, you know actors, Mrs. It's tedious, but it's volunteer work, which looks great on college applications! His friends added theirs to the collection, and they all took a moment to empty their backpacks as well.

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Danny rolled his eyes, making no comment even when Sam began organizing their sorting effort. The Box Ghost had given a box full of boxes, and she separated these, labeling one Good, a second Strange but Interesting, and the final Worthless. The very smallest in the nesting-doll boxes was actually similar in nature to a trinket box, and Danny thought it looked rather useful.

It became the first in the Good box. The Worthless box filled quickly, mostly with the unused Box Ghost boxes, and they took a moment to contemplate this issue before Tucker laughed for no immediately apparent reason, reached over to Danny, and flicked open the egg charm. They put his little hungry animal into the Worthless box, where he ate, ate, ate until the box was empty. When she first got the hang of what Danny's problem was, Jazz laughed. She laughed for so long that her brother had to threaten to hang up on her, then she asked, "What did you name your pet?

Danny sighed deeply, shaking his head and making a face when Tucker showed him an object that he couldn't put a name to but that look vaguely illegal. It went into the Worthless box, and the pet swallowed it nearly whole before burping and giving a mewl of content. No, Jazz, it's stupid. I'll just call it—".

He received a glowing stare but no action. The halfa prodded him again, slightly more insistent. The animal instantly complied, leaping inside to devour the useless junk that had accumulated there since his absence. What kind of a lame name is that for a ghost animal, anyway? But I still hold you personally responsible for any harm that comes to Spooky as a result of his name.

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The other little hungry animals might never let him live it down…". I'm always there for you. Danny smiled warmly, one of the genuine smiles that melted Jazz and Sam both with their shy beauty. I'm here for you, too, and I've got my top speed up to two-eighty-three, so I can literally be there in no time if you need me. Blow them away with your insane genius, and I'll talk to you later, okay? Sam, for her part, rolled her eyes and fed Spooky a pair of what she thought were glowing socks. Spooky ate them with relish and sat up waiting for more.

Dinner was a tense affair, since Danny sat in justified paranoia waiting for another ghost to appear and everyone else upon sensing his anxiety felt somehow obligated to stress out as well. Finally, as the meal drew to its close, Maddie rested one hand on her son's forearm and asked gently, "Sweetie, what's wrong?

You've been jittery all night! What have you heard? You can't believe them, Mom, it's just a pack of vicious lies! Danny stared at him with enormous ice blue eyes but didn't say anything. This diversion tactic failed miserably when Danny's breath showed on the air moments before the Fright Knight appeared next to him, holding a perfectly wrapped present topped with an attractive, decorative black-and-green ribbon bow.

Danny looked as though he'd been kicked in the stomach with a steel-toed boot and mouthed wordlessly even as he accepted the gift. I'm sure I speak for the entire Ghost Zone when I say it's been an honor fighting you, even though you're only a halfa. Jack and Maddie, who had sat in stunned silence, turned to their boy with matching looks of stark confusion and dawning shock.

Sam face-palmed while Tucker drew one hand through the air, commenting facetiously, "Smooth, man. So Danny told them, releasing two years of secrecy in a torrent of words that left his parents gob-smacked.

He told them about the accident and the powers, about deciding to defend the town. He told them about being framed as Inviso-Bill, about fighting Pariah Dark and the lesser evils, about sometimes not winning on the first try, about the cuts and bruises and failing grades. He explained about Sam and Tucker being there when it happened, about Jazz catching him mid-transformation, about not wanting to be taken apart molecule by molecule.

They listened to it all, eyes wide and faces expressive. When it was over, when Danny's secret lay before them in its entirety, when their son sat at the table and shook so badly he seemed about to fly apart entirely, Jack and Maddie Fenton pulled him into a crushing embrace and whispered into his dark hair, "You're a hero, Danny.

The teen burrowed into his parents' protective hold, tension bleeding from him almost tangibly as his best friends looked on in relief from a respectful distance. A few minutes before midnight, time stopped. Danny had almost been expecting it, and he turned from where he sat in his open windowsill to watch Clockwork materialize in his room, a child for only a moment before he shifted to an adult, smiling in his knowing, crooked, fond way. Besides, things should be marginally simpler now that my parents know.

All's well that ends well. Now Danny grinned, young and mischievous as Clockwork became bent and aged with his own wisdom. The Ghost of Time quirked a half-smirk, holding out one hand. One eyebrow kicked up when he realized he recognized the shape. His new clock warbled softly, an eerie, chimed folk melody that caused Spooky to shift slightly and sigh a purr.

Danny smiled, setting the clock aside and turning his attention to the dark sky, where somewhere beyond light pollution stars shown. His Deathday was over; his parents knew his secret and still loved him; he'd accumulated a new pet and set many curious minds to wondering about why clumsy Danny Fenton would receive gifts from most of the town's more prominent ghosts. The world turned again on its inevitable path. Just In All Stories: Story Story Writer Forum Community. Just shy of his second year, Danny learns of a custom meant to honor the day each ghost first entered the next world.

Now the great Danny Phantom must face a throng of well meaning ghosts and somehow survive their gifts with his secret and sanity intact. Deathday Revelations "Well, well, well. If it isn't the Ghost Child, as good as alone in the middle of nowhere.

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It's almost like you want to be a pelt at the foot of my bed. Sam swiped his PDA and pushed him over. Sam smiled shyly at him but didn't comment. But only until next Tuesday. Jazz hasn't thought of it yet but Sam was pretty persistent if she wanted— Hello, what's this? What in the world…? He cracked the top open and discovered a chocolate chip cookie. Something in the back of his mind nagged him, something about the date… Wait.

Wasn't it Tuesday today? Almost on cue, a sweet old lady's voice said, "Happy Deathday, dear Child! At home, at school, during lunch… Shit. He was really gonna need a bigger thermos this time. Usually he's the first one here waiting too…y'know, what with his massive unspoken crush on—" " Guys! Skulker threw that defense out the window with his opening remark: How am I supposed to hide it—" "Him. It was, after all, his pet, his responsibility. Luckily, they were running late enough that not too many people saw, but those who did gave Danny the strangest looks after Klemper disappeared… Danny laughed nervously, almost hysterically, and dragged his friends to their first class of the day.

The celebration of your second D—" "Finish that statement and I'll destroy you," Danny hissed under his breath, eyes flashing brilliantly green for less than a heartbeat. As he left school grounds, Danny crossed as many fingers as possible and began chanting under his breath, "No more presents, no more presents…" Tucker looked stricken.

Danny shrugged, catching the animal when it was tossed to him. Skulker gave it—" " Him," Sam corrected. For your gift, I will grant you one wish! Once they had the total collection amassed before them, they sat back and stared. In The Senses by Filmico. Bandcamp Album of the Day Dec 3, Purchasable with gift card.

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