Historias de Blobghosts

Danny wanted to scream. He was not having a good time! He was having an awful time! The reason? All because of a single blob ghost. Who, for whatever reason, had chosen to follow after him like a lost puppy. It would be cute, really it would, If it wasn't causing him so much fucking stress. This ghost was going to fucking kill him all the way. He was sure of it.

Being the King had been a tough job, especially all the while still balancing a social life, dealing with school work, bullies, chores, and keeping his parents from finding out about his half ghost status. If there was one thing Danny enjoyed about being the King though, it was the small blob ghosts that had taken a liking to him. In a way, they kinda reminded him of needy cats.