|Mint Berryyyy Cruuuunch.|
Goodnight, Danny This wasn't happening.
It couldn't be happening.
It was happening.
Crud. Right behind him, Danny heard the clatter of ecto-weapons and the heavy breathing of none other than his parents. He mentally scolded himself for his actions for being that lacking in cautiousness at the moment. "Fenton, why, of all times, did you choose now to not be careful as to who was watching you change back?" he thought to himself. Something in him made his feet stay firmly planted where he was, despite the desire to flee. His blood ran cold, sweat dripped down his face and neck.