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Arm wrestling challenge: Dan vs. Bruton
I don’t know who to call Frostbite’s people as a whole… frostians? farians?frozenians?

Danny supporting Dan…?
I can hear Jazz screaming/cheering Dan!
Sam looks comfy…
…and of course, we have Tucker… counting his “victorie$”

and no. You’re not seeing things. That’s a tiger-striped, a female and the color from their furs aren’t the same. They have different tones of gray (no pun intended as this whole this is Gray scaled BUT you get the idea)

Have the original version

“Tooth and Claw”

Haven’t written much Phandom stuff lately, so I thought I’d try something for this year’s Ectober. This one’s for October 26th: TEETH

It was probably a bad sign how long it took for Tucker to figure out which of the tech in his bag was beeping. Had to crouch over it on the sidewalk sifting through a tablet, an old phone, his backup battery charger, two different generations of game boys, his backup-backup charger; Sam always warned him he was slowly sliding down a slippery silicon slope into pseudo-hoarding.

He found the culprit near the bottom of the bag: a Fenton ecto-scope tangled up in some old  cables for a model of PDA he…didn’t actually own anymore. Sam must never know. 

It was a cobbled-together monster made from grave-robbing radio-shacks and amateur soldering kits. Taking it out of the bag only made it vibrate and beep more urgently. The scope took some finagling with a few stuck knobs and dials before the static on screen resolved into something informative: the pixelated silhouettes of trees and a cold-spot slithering past them in toxic, neon green.

Tucker lowered the scope and squinted down the block. The park was that way. Damn. Rustling through his pockets, he pulled out his main phone and pinged Danny on the secure messenger app they’d set up for Phantom stuff- because it wasn’t paranoia when the government really was hunting you down.

GROUPCHAT: WHO YA GONNA CALL? (THE D)

You: Code Green in the park
You: class idk whatever the hell AW SHIT THAT’S BIG is
Danny: ok I can be there in 8
Danny: keep your head down till I get there

Tucker typed back ‘You know me,’ and added a scardey-faced emoticon. 

Danny: :/
You: I choose to interpret that as loving concern for my safety

You: don’t text and fly have you learned nothing from the billboard incident
You: such a bad role model
You: Thing of the kids
You: *think
You: Plz hurry

Tucker pocketed his phone before Danny remember the talk-to-text feature. Or if Sam logged on. Like he needed their reminders not to try stuff solo. He was fully capable on standing on a streetcorner like a good sidekick and wait for the big kids to come and-

A scream cut through the night, echoes elongating on concrete and broken asphalt. 

From the park.

When the monster-ghost was. 

Tucker groaned. “Aw hell,” and ran down the street towards it. 

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