Why was it so dark?

The room was cold, but the air seemed to be hot and stuffy, like he couldn't breathe. Or was that just him?

Smooth metal walls encircled him. There was enough room to give him at least a little space, but not enough for him to be able to fully stretch out his arms.

The metal felt cold against his shaking, clammy hands, and he crouched down, trying to make himself harder.

There were no convenient corners to hide in and feel safe in, only one silver wall with circuit designs.

He felt exposed in a place like this, in this small little cell that was nothing more than a glorified soup thermos.

Danny Phantom, the defeater of Pariah Dark, the one who defied fate and changed his future, was honestly, truly scared.

And inside the Fenton thermos, Danny Phantom screamed.


...

You're probably wondering what this is.

To be honest, I'm not really quite sure either.

I have a random word generator open in one tab, and I'm going to write a short, spontaneous drabble thingy for every word that shows up. Today's word was enclosing, and to be honest, I have no clue why I'm writing dark stuff lately.

-Lightning