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He was tiny…he was angry…he was hungry…he hurt…and he was currently experiencing a heavy power flux like he has never experienced since the first time he got his powers.
He blamed Clockwork, he knew the being had to be behind this!
This being Danny deaged, depowered, and thrown somewhere in some random place with a bunch of crazies.
How did he know they were crazies? Well, since he was currently hiding from some jerks calling him, ‘little pup’, ‘puppy’ and other varieties across those lines, he just assumed either they were crazy or really into whatever furry role play he got booted into the middle of.
He was not interested in taking a role in their hobbies, each their own and all that but being immediately assigned a role against his will was not something he wanted to deal with.
Also their outfits were awful. Terrible bird representations, Tucker would be appalled…at least the bat guy was putting some effort his outfit.
The one in black with a weird blue bird across his chest was trying his best to squeeze into Danny’s hiding spot, head and shoulders partially underneath with him as the rest of the man’s body was stuck wiggling on the outside.
Bastard kept cooing at him, delighted whenever Danny let out a growl. Which should have been terrifying to hear, a small child letting out ghostly like growls and hisses, the reaction should have been the man freaking out because of the sounds not trying to wedge himself further in!
He could hear the other cosplaying whoever they were chatting and laughing out in the open. Finding the whole situation hilarious apparently.
It just meant if he managed to get around the one blocking his escape, he would just end up being grabbed by one of the other ones…
So until he could figure away around them, he would be stuck staring at the fat head before him.
“Pup, come on out, its not safe here…I can take you home, you just gotta come out…”
Another growl and the man had the audacity to start pouting at the sound before finally wiggling back out, still blocking Danny’s way to freedom with his body.
Wouldn’t be a problem if he could just do something, anything with his powers!
The group was chatting with each other now, discussing on how to lure him out, jokes on them though, Jazz taught him all about stranger danger!
The body was moving completely out of the way now, Danny could see the others feet pad over to another two sets. He had only heard three people talking so far and if all three of them were standing together…he should take his chance now!
It was just a second, darting from his cover into the open, quickly glancing over at the three figures as they stared at him before he shot off toward an open door.
And then failed that escape plan because he had tiny little legs now that there was no way he would have been able to out pace those tall fuckers.
Hands had grabbed him and he instantly locked on to the nearest arm with his teeth, growling and giving a shake of his head. He had to get out of this hold in any way possible.
Whoever grabbed him was just laughing at his attempts at freedom.
“Ferocious little tike, look at him go!”
“Hood! You might hurt his little milk teeth with your armor.”
“Nah, pup is just chewing on my jacket sleeve at this point, just some leather, probably good for him actually.”
Danny grumbled and attempted to chew harder on the clothing, maybe he could at least leave some holes in it, show the bastard his teeth were perfectly sharp, thank you!
The man from before was now in front of him and his captor, smile overly bright and hands making a grabby motion, “Give me!”
Another grumble came from Danny as he was jostled to be held in the crook of one arm as he continued to hold his grip on the other.
“Fucking tiny, look at him, he can fit in one arm without a problem.”
“Giiiive meee!”
More grabby hands before the man that was holding him turned fully away from the other, giving Danny a view of the third man, the bat dressed one. Mr. Vampire wanna be was currently just watching them, smiling slightly as he opened his cape to show he was reaching into a vibrant yellow belt with many pouches and pulled out…some lollipops?
“I have grape, cherry, and green apple, would you like one?”
No…he was told not to take candy from strangers, Mr. Strange Man!
The blue bird man seemed to dance back into Danny’s line of sight, heading over to bat dude to snag a green candy, happily pulling the wrapper off and popping it in his mouth.
“Green apple! See it's good! Much better then some old nasty jacket.”
…he was hungry…and the jacket was…gross…and the man was eating one too…
Fine…not like he could die from anything they could give him, reluctantly releasing his teeth, he point at the purple candy, “Grape.”
Was that his voice!? He sounded like a squeaky toy or like one of those talking dolls!
“Good choice!”
The snack was handed over to him and he snatched it with all the anger he could muster in his tiny body, still glaring as bird man cooed at him again.
The red helmet guy holding him was chuckling, “Okay, yeah, that is adorable.”
Danny just huffed around his treat, eyes glancing around the room for anything of use, he might still have a chance to get free if he could come up with something. Only to jerk back as birdie shoved his face against the crown of Danny’s head and started…sniffing him?
What. The. Fuck.
The guy jerked back with a confused look before going for another sniff.
“What’s up, Wing?”
“Its…there’s only puppy smell, there’s no…pack scent…”
“Makes sense, given how he is acting, seen some feral kids in the Alley act the same way.”
“But, he’s so…small and young…”
“We both know that doesn’t matter in reality…”
Really, did they have to talk over him like this? The hell was ‘pack scent’?
A small grumble had everyone refocusing on the bat guy, he seemed to be typing away on his glove, a small screen floating above it like something out of a sci-fi movie.
“Daniel Fenton, born to Jack and Maddie Fenton, sister Jazz Fenton.”
“That’s me!”
Maybe he would be able to go home sooner then he thought!
Though, it was weird he was being recognized at this age...
“It is…”, the man’s small amused smile fell into a hard frown as he continued reading whatever he had found.
“B?”, the weird sniffing man was now heading over to see what was happening, reading over the others shoulder, frowning himself…”ah…”
“I can go home?”
The two older men just glanced at each other, no words were spoken but he knew they were some how having a conversation.
While those two were doing some kind of stare down, the one holding him was using his free hand to pull of his helmet, sighing as he took a deep breath of fresh air before refocusing on Danny with a fanged grin.
Okay…maybe they weren’t as human as Danny had thought then…no wonder him using ghostly buffs like hissing and growling did nothing but amuse them.
“Hi, you little terror.”
“Hi, asshole.”
The man just laughed instead of being insulted, slowing down to a low chuckle as he glanced over at his companions then back at Danny with a small gleam of mischief in his eyes.
Danny could only blink as the other started rubbing his face against him, the hell was with these people. His nose wrinkled as a strong pepper like smell suddenly hit him, it stung his nostrils a little…made him…feel sleepy…actually…
He wanted to complain but he just continued sucking on his treat, feeling somewhere between half asleep and dazed.
What did the guy do?
“Hood! No! I got dibs!”
The sudden shift of being pulled out someone’s arms to being squished against another’s face as he was intensely rubbed cheek to cheek had him grumbling.
“Little puppy grumbles!”
Danny tried to push against the other, nose scrunched up as another strong smell hit him, slightly more spicy this time. He leaned back as far as he was able to given this guys hold on him and preceded to headbutt him, getting a nice thwack sound from the impact but the man just held on, grip only slightly looser.
Not enough to get away but at least he wasn’t being crushed anymore.
Hood? Yeah, Hood. That one was currently laughing his ass off at them, finding the whole situation hilarious as Wing shifted Danny to one arm to free a hand to rub at his now sore temple.
The bat furry had made his way over to where Danny had been hiding, focusing on a manhole cover that had been near by and occasionally glancing at his wrist where the sci-fi screen was showing a map.
“Hmm.”
The red bucket head had stopped his laughing to stare at the other man, “I do not like that ‘hmm’, that is a forbidding sound.”
“I’ll explain back home.”
“Sure, whatever, we taken the pup to his home first? I’d like to…talk…to his parents for just a second.”
Danny huffed around his sucker, like his parents would listen to whatever he or anyone had to say about anything…though maybe popping up with a group of furries on their way to whatever late-night party they were heading to along with being deaged…maybe they would be able to pay attention for more then a second.
Wing man was clearing his throat, shaking his head at the bucket headed one, smile looking strain as he adjusted his grip on Danny, “I don’t think we will be able to tonight, from B’s info from earlier, we probably aren’t going to be able to get in touch with them.”
“…code CTG?”
“…probably…”
“…fuck…I mean frick."
Danny could feel himself starting to drift closer and closer to sleep, face scrunching up as he fought to keep his head from falling on the Kevlar covered shoulder. Grumbling as a hand came up and took his sucker stick away, the candy long gone now, “wanna go home.”
A cooing sound had everyone refocusing on the bat, the man making another low rumble as he begin heading back toward them, hands coming up to take Danny in his arms, “okay, pup, let’s go home.”
“…not a puppy…”
The gloved hands take him and honestly they are uncomfortable to feel but he is pulled close and the feel of the man’s cape is thankfully better as he is wrapped up and tucked in. Honestly it feels like a cocoon...its not bad…just odd…
Even bundled up, Danny can still somewhat hear the others, they are muffled and the losing war against sleep isn’t helping much and he knows he should be trying to fight more and by the Ancients if he finds out that candy had sedatives in it, he will bring unholy terror down on their heads.
It’s just…feels safe…even the weird man’s chest rumbles are soothing, reminding him of Frostbite whenever he went to visit…he misses Frostbite and the others…misses Jazz…and Tucker…Sam…Cujo…Dani…he has so many people to miss…
He wonders if they are missing him too…
Sleep is hitting him hard now and he finds himself being lulled into it, the whispers around him grow lighter and lighter…
“So it is a CTM? Old man just can’t help himself, huh?”
“Yep, the others already got the alert, so we can expect a full house tonight.”
“Boys, quiet, he’s almost asleep.”
“Sorry-“ “-Yeah, whatever…”
Then for the first time in a long time, Danny managed to fall into a soundless peaceful slumber…carried away by three shadows of the night.