Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ Send Me A Song ❯ Two Evils ( Chapter 5 )

A man in the wilderness
Asked this of me,
"How many strawberries
Grow in the sea?"

 

 

 

Danny sat very still, perhaps thinking that if he didn't move, didn't make a sound, Dash would just forget the bet and walk right past him, or maybe change his mind and opt for giving him a swirly or trash canning him or something.

 

He turned terrified eyes to the jock waiting in the lunch line, the amount of arrogance he exuded was near stifling, more so than usual, the fact that he only won the bet because Lancer was upset with Danny and his friends not bothering him in the least.

 

When Dash turned to swagger towards him Danny spotted a silver domed plate sitting innocently atop the jock's faded cafeteria tray, all hope crumbled away and his body began to tremble. Of course, Dash would go through with it; the dude had no decency whatsoever. He carried the thing around in his pocket for crying out loud.

 

He swept those frightened eyes over the crowd that began to surround them and then turned back to his friends, silently begging them for some kind of help, a distraction or excuse or something. He very rarely ever wished ghosts would attack during school hours, but he'd face the Fright Knight all over again if he could just escape what was about to happen

 

They gave him sympathetic and slightly horrified looks but could do nothing but watch.

 

“Salt.” Sam handed to him, maybe he could drown the terrible taste in shuddering amounts of sodium chloride.

 

“Pepper,” Tucker added, simply because it was a required companion, and Danny was certain his taste buds would die after a few seconds of nibbling.

 

“Clothspin” Sam was near sanctified for this last minute detail, and in the back of his mind he made a not to thank her profusely. Yet he didn't thank her then, nor Tucker, instead he just stared ahead, wide eyed, hoping against everything that Dash would just change his mind at the last minute, or Lancer would walk in, or a ghost would attack, or the sun would implode and take the universe with it.

 

“Bon Appé-tidy-whitey looser,” Dash said as he set the plate before him with a winners smirk, simultaneously removing the tray's cover to reveal the stained, threadbare undergarment it concealed. Danny gulped, fingers curling as the stench of the underwear tickling his nostrils past the wooden clasp, he could almost feel his nose hairs singe.

 

With absolute revulsion, he fingered the scrap of clothing, half expecting it to come alive and bite him, after all it wouldn't be the first item emitting green vapors to do so, and pulled it off the plate. Nausea hit him hard the closer it came to his face and he had to swallow several times to keep from vomiting onto the worn tile of the cafeteria.

 

“What's a matter Fenton, too much for you?” Dash sneered and Danny had to take a few deep breaths, facing away from the briefs of course, before he could answer.

 

In a nasally voice, “Can't I just give you a blowjob instead?” He responded scathingly.

 

The cafeteria split into a roar of sudden laughter, a few `good ones' were shouted and it appeared like if nothing else he at least convinced a few people he had humor. Dash furrowed his brows in an aggravated glare.

 

“Cut the comedy Fentonio,” the jock remarked placing a hand on the table to lean over him, “Follow through on your own or I'll shove it down your throat myself, but you're not getting out of it.”

 

They shared a few seconds of angry staring contest before the brunette turned his attention back to the item in his grasp, face slightly averted to avoid the full affect of its noxious fumes. With tightened gut and convulsing gag reflex he managed out a raspy whisper.

 

“I was being serious”

 

Dash's face contorted strangely, nobody else was close enough to hear it, and Danny wasn't facing dash so he missed his reaction to his words. With shaking hands and green complexion he pulled the item towards his mouth to begin a light nibble.

 

A large hand gripped his arm painfully, causing him to release the garment. The smaller teen glanced up in surprise at Dash, who was now near unbearably close, his eyes a strange intensity. He didn't even get a stuttered acknowledgement out before the jock was dragging him away.

 

“H-hey Dash!” One of his jock buddies called, “Where you goin?”

 

“Someplace!” Was shouted back before the cafeteria doors closed behind them, leaving everybody else to their lunch, and Sam and tucker to wonder just what Danny had mumbled to change Dash's mind.

 

Whatever other punishment it was he opted for, they decided, it had to be better than eating the thing that was currently eating its way like acid through the linoleum floor.

 

I answered him
As I thought good,
"As many red herrings
As swim in the wood."

 

So what would you rather do? Blowjob or eat Dash's old underwear?

 

Lesser of two evils I suppose.