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    The living Danny—maybe playing along, or maybe responding genuinely—raised both hands in a show of harmlessness. Like Lancer truly had him at gunpoint.

    Danny Fenton’s wet cold dead body was so heavy in Lancer’s single cradling arm.

    “Who are you?” Lancer asked very simply.

    And Danny, arms still raised high, let out a sigh deep enough to deflate his shoulders. Whatever light was in his eyes went dull, resigned to an acceptance Lancer could not in the moment understand.

    “I am your worst student,” Danny answered. And he lowered one arm exclusively to point. “And THAT is the dead body of my ghost clone.”

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    Alone on the farthest outskirts of Amity Park, Danny Fenton and Edward Lancer bury the dead body of Danny's clone. It is long and tedious work, and Danny can't dodge Lancer's questions forever. Surely it's only fair of Lancer to demand to know what he has been pulled into. Surely Danny could use someone on his side, now that his evenings are spent burying his clones.

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    29 May 2026

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    lancer and danny bury his body

    existential horror

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    Olruggio barks a laugh, then Qifrey does—something, hits the right spot with the right pressure and Olruggio groans instead. It's mortifying, really, but Qifrey just does it again, harder, and Olruggio goes slack under the touch.

    "Ah, hell," Olruggio croaks.

    Qifrey offers Olruggio a massage.

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    29 May 2026

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    fuck domestic bliss; this is the good shit!!! olruggio & qifrey cope with desperation so normal-style.

    olruggio-centric