He walked down the stairs

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He walked down the stairs. Fenturd's sister was busy with something, so she asked him to wait for her, but waiting in the kitchen with piles of boring books for… a long time, was just boring.

Since no one was home, well, Fenturd's upstairs, but who cares, he might as well do some exploring. Fenturd's parents are ghost hunters. He should take the chance to look around. Later, he can taunt Fenturd for how lame his parents' inventions are.

The first thing he saw in the basement was the big, glowing green, swirling, weird… thing. If he thought the Fentons were weird before, they were nuts now. All of them were not normal, except for Fenton's sister. She's hot.

He stood in front of the portal. From far, it looked weird, from near, it looked weirder, almost scary.

Dash frowned. He wasn't scared easily. Dash Baxter wasn't afraid of anything.

The portal continued to swirl, as if taunting him. He reached out to touch the swirly green thing.

A girly scream left his lips as a little swirl snaked up his arm. He wasn't sure if he was screaming because of the pain or the swirl, but if anyone asked, the scream never happened.

But for now…

Dash backed away from the portal with such speed that his coach would have been proud. Meaning: he ran.

The first place he ran to was the washroom. There was nothing wrong with his arm, but he'll feel better if he could at least pretend he washed that thing off. He didn't want anything from Fenton Works to be on him.

Dash scrubbed until his hand started to turn red. Thinking that it was enough, he looked up.

What he saw in the mirror was so shocking and weird that his mind froze for a moment. After that moment, he did the first thing he could think of.

"FENTURD!"

Ok, I have one question. What do you call those loop the loops you do in the air? Tricks? Skills? What skills?

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