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Maddie looked at the ghost's hand. She'd thought it might be green or even skeletal where it had been covered by the glove, but instead it was the same color as the skin on the ghost's face, almost flesh-toned.

She picked it up to examine it more closely. The ectoplasm pulsing just below the surface gave it a faint but distinct greenish tinge. Its form felt perfectly solid. The skin had actual ridges and textures, with thicker areas on the knuckles that grew thin on the palm, as if it were actually--

Her thoughts abruptly cut off as the ghost's fingers curled around her probing ones. She jerked away as if she'd been zapped.

"Don't you dare touch me," she hissed. "I have no compunction against vaporizing your electrode matrix, scum."

Maddie regretted the words as soon as she said them. Calm down, she told herself. Anger is useless, meaningless against a thing that has no true emotions.

"Sorry...sorry. I just wanted your attention."

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From Chapter 8 of my fanfic, Phantom of Truth. ([link] )

Procrastinating by showing off my craptastic hand-drawing skills. It really bugs me that he doesn't have an aura, but I've already put too much time into this. :/

-Hj

PS - I'm now cracking myself up trying to figure out how exactly Maddie would have to be positioned for her left arm to be so high. Levitation maybe? 0.o

PPS - Now satirized for it's anatomy fails here: [link]

Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon

Phantom of Truth, and its content belong to me.

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Maddie looked at the ghost's hand. She'd thought it might be green or even skeletal where it had been covered by the glove, but instead it was the same color as the skin on the ghost's face, almost flesh-toned.

She picked it up to examine it more closely. The ectoplasm pulsing just below the surface gave it a faint but distinct greenish tinge. Its form felt perfectly solid. The skin had actual ridges and textures, with thicker areas on the knuckles that grew thin on the palm, as if it were actually--

Her thoughts abruptly cut off as the ghost's fingers curled around her probing ones. She jerked away as if she'd been zapped.

"Don't you dare touch me," she hissed. "I have no compunction against vaporizing your electrode matrix, scum."

Maddie regretted the words as soon as she said them. Calm down, she told herself. Anger is useless, meaningless against a thing that has no true emotions.

"Sorry...sorry. I just wanted your attention."

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From Chapter 8 of my fanfic, Phantom of Truth. ([link] )

Procrastinating by showing off my craptastic hand-drawing skills. It really bugs me that he doesn't have an aura, but I've already put too much time into this. :/

-Hj

PS - I'm now cracking myself up trying to figure out how exactly Maddie would have to be positioned for her left arm to be so high. Levitation maybe? 0.o

PPS - Now satirized for it's anatomy fails here: [link]

Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon

Phantom of Truth, and its content belong to me.