A/N: Hi everybody!

I saw this amazing idea going round the Phandom: Phanniemay! :D It seemed like fun so I decided to join the fun. 31 days of writing, so 31 drabbles to go! I'm to my head in the last exams this month so I don't know if I can do everything. And there are probably gonna be a few things late... This whole thing is too late but who cares? Enjoy it anyway, I had a great time writing those. ^^

Bruises is an amazing theme if you ask me. I don't know if that's because it's kinda angsty or something else. I only know I loved writing this, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it too. :) R&R!

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(rated T, Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Danny Fenton, 421 words)

Day 1: Bruises

It was far past midnight when Danny finally stumbled into his room. He collapsed on his bed and bright white-blue rings turned his white hair black, his glowing green eyes back to baby blue and replaced his black-and-white HAZMAT-suit with a pair of jeans, tennis shoes and a white T-shirt.

Only now the damage that had been done to him could be seen. Danny's exposed skin was covered in tiny bruises. They all varied in color, shape and age. Black, blue, purple, green, yellow and red spots were spread across his arms and continued farther underneath his shirt. A few cuts were still bleeding. Red blood mixed with the earlier leaked glowing green ectoplasm. Together with the diversity of pink scars they left his arms in a horrible but strange nice looking pattern.

Danny didn't gave the bruises much attention and pushed himself of the bed with trembling arms. Skulker had gotten some new weapons that worked better than expected. And when he finally got rid of him the Box Ghost decided that he hadn't bothered him enough during the day.

Not that he was the one that gave him all those injuries.

No, the Box Ghost was annoying, but easy to catch. It had been the unexpected guest he unknowingly attracted. The Red Huntress, or better known to him as Valerie. She had chased him half of the night before he could finally shake her off his tail. And like always, she had shot first and ask questions never through the whole hunt.

Sighing he dug up the first aid box from under his bed. Silently he begun to stitch the larger cuts, wrapped some bandages around his torso, whipped the blood and ectoplasm of his skin and clothes and put on some special cream that was supposed to cool and help the bruises heal. When he was done he looked into the mirror, judging how much of the injuries would be gone by tomorrow because of his super healing. There would be a few that stayed even after a good night sleep, and of course the scars wouldn't disappear. But it was probably not bad enough to attract unwanted attention.

Bruises were a part of his job as ghostly protector of Amity Park and although they weren't pretty, they reminded him of doing the best he could to help. And as long as they were the worst price for a save city, nobody would ever have an idea of what he went through to do so.

Did you like it? Should I write more? Please review!

And when I was scrolling through my saved idea's, plotbunnies, attempts and unfinished stories, I saw that I had quite some drabbles... Either done or half done. So why not upload those here too? This whole Phanniemay thing is gonna be drabbles anyway. So first the Phanniemay things, and after that I'll throw some normal drabbles up here. Sounds good?

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