Curate, connect, and discover
Its a well known fact that ghosts are not human. Any Amity Park resident would be able to tell you that, even without the ectobiologists shouting it from their questionably legal tank of a car.
Danny Fenton is no exception, and really, he shouldn't be as surprised as he is.
Unlike the living, ghosts need ectoplasm to substantiate themselves. It could easily be found within the plants that litter the ghost zone, but like any ecosystem, there is variety.
Some ghosts are able to subsist off of simple grasses. Others prefer the fruit and leaves from flowering bushes. Some ghosts even strip the bark from trees to suck the ectoplasmic sap out from within their trunks.
But other ghosts are not meant to eat the plants at all. These ghosts with their sharpened teeth and claws are predators. Unable to extract the ectopalsm they need from plant life, they instead take it from other ghosts. Some are able to get by without ending their chosen prey, sucking out just enough ectoplasm to get by like a parasite. Others rip and tear into ghostly flesh and lap up the spilled ectoplasm until their quarry is no more.
Since his accident, Danny has become quite adept at catching stray blob ghosts, but they simply aren't cutting it anymore. The odd ectopuss didn't quell the hunger either. After the animal based ghosts failed to satisfy him, Danny was slapped with the realization.
Danny may be half ghost, but he is also half human.
Ghosts are not human.
He is so hungry.
Even now in his human form, Danny can feel the ribs poking through his sides. The shaking of his arms has yet to subside. He doesn't know if its from the gnawing in his stomach or adrenaline.
He can't put it off anymore. He needs to eat. But even though it's a fundamental need for survival his obsession tugs at him in protest. He needs to eat, but he needs to protect too.
He can't stay in Amity Park. That much is certain. The citizens of Amity Park are out of the question, and while the GIW started off as bumbling idiots, they have been getting smarter. He can't subsist off of them, especially with how weak he is in his starved state.
Danny is smart. Surely he can find a food source if he is clever about it. He just needs to flush them out like a cat after a rat. Or maybe he doesn't need to flush them out at all. Maybe he can lure them in like peanut butter in a trap.
His legs shake as he stands from his crouch. As he rises he licks the blood from his claws. Danny stares at what remains of the white suit, it's drying tatters stained crimson.
Yes. If he puts himself in the right positon the vermin will waltz right into his waiting claws, and with her filthy streets and dark corners, where better to find a rat than Gotham.