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The crashing and banging caught his attention, getting him to look up from his book. He looked through the bars of his cell door as the screaming continued. All at once, a prison guard dropped through the ceiling, the cells all along the hallway slid open with a loud buzzer, and an old friend phased through the wall to greet him.
Freakshow smirked at Lydia. “Thank you, my dear,” he whispered as she held out her hand. He took it without hesitation, and the pair flew out of the prison, ghosting through the walls. The two laughed at the chaotic scene below: the guards running around, SWAT teams arriving one after the other, quickly followed by press vans.
After a while of flying, the two eventually drifted over an all-too familiar place. “Wait!” Freakshow shouted as they glided over a bridge. The bridge where he lost everything. “Let’s check down below and see if the scepter is still there.”
Lydia nodded and dropped gradually closer to the ground. The moment his feet landed, Freakshow scoured the ground for signs of the red staff. He found it. The staff itself seemed to be fine, but the crystal ball at the top was shattered into thousands of little pieces. Freakshow groaned in frustration. There was no fixing it.
Lydia suddenly went into a defensive stance and quickly went out of Freakshow’s view. “It’s still savable,” a voice with a heavy southern drawl said, getting Freakshow to turn around.
He looked up at the tall man from his position on the dirt ground. It was easy to tell that the man was a ghost. He had solid, bright green eyes, and he was all in white. Even his skin was as white as paper. “I take it you have the means to do that?” Freakshow questioned as he stood up, the red staff still gripped in his hand. He received a nod from the ghost. “What would you require in return?"
“What I want is simple,” he explained, “the destruction of a certain half ghost boy named Danny Phantom.” Freakshow growled the name. “And rumor has it that that staff was able to control him. I want to turn his mind and body into his own personal prison. Torture him a little before I finally kill him. In the meantime, you’ll be able to do whatever you want with that staff, as long as I get to watch Phantom suffer.”
Freakshow and Lydia shared a look before Freakshow smiled. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Mister…”
“Walker,” the white ghost finished. “The name’s Walker.”