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Dan hissed as he struggled in his chains and barely managed to get back up onto his knees. "It doesn't matter, you're still going to turn into me!"
High, cold laughter rang through the air, and Danny stood before him, a mocking look in his face. With a smirk, he lifted the single finger covered in Dan's blood to his mouth and licked it off with a snake like tongue, flashing his fangs at him.
"̷͎̈́͂̐̾́̓͋͝N̷̢͚͕͉̪͔͎̻̟̹͋̾̃́̔̉̀̒̚̚̕ǫ̷̩̗̆̇̐̋,̸̛̛̙̼͖̞̩̺͍̗͚̈́̏̅̊̎̓̋͒͑ ̵̟̟̪̺̯̺̗͖̜̖̓̆̍̏̋̈́̈̋̈́͛̂Ī̷̯͂̂̂̔̓̀'̶̡̤̪̟͖͙́̀̿́̓̆̅̾̂̋m̶̘̥̰͖̲̳͙̉́̂ ̸͎̗̫̆̌g̵̼̦̰̟̱͑̈́́̂̅̓o̷̻̣̥̓̽̍ỉ̷̡͇̺͖͋ṇ̷̡̈͛̄̀͋̅͗͘g̶͍͔̳̙͙͑̚͜͝ ̸̧̨̨̛͈̮̞̞̘͛̇͒͑͐̔͊͌͝͠t̴̢̮͎̯̜̰́̌̌͛͂͆̃̚o̴͍̯̊͆̃̑̈̚͜ ̶͕͎͖̝̲͕̳̱͕̝̼͌̆b̴͓̻̘̪͇̣̑̈̇̐̿̑̾̕͝e̷̡͔̱̮͓̱̜͇͉̘̿̿̓̈̎̈̇͗͒̈́̕ ̶̛̭̜͇͇̳̙͍̤̓̐͐̒̀ẉ̵̨̜͓̫̮̪͕̭̀̀͑̀̽͊̇̅͝o̷̡̜̥͎̖͌͂͒́̍͑r̵̝̪̞̮̖̭̞͚̍͊̒͗̾̇͊͌̒̕s̵̨̨̩̞͉̤̽̃̔e̵̩̖̥̙̟̹̅̓̿̅͒.̸̨͎͕̹̤̿̽̿̔̄̃"̶̪͉̖̉̍́̈́̀