Ok, this isn't my first fanfiction ever, but i'm one of those fangirls whose obsession of character and shows near constantly shift. Currently I am interested in Danny Phantom but I couldn't find enough good fanfictions concentrating on Danny Fenton and Vlad Plasmius (my two favorite characters) so, naturally, I began to insert my own plot occasionally. I couldn't decide on one I liked, until this one came along and totally blew my mind! I just had to do it! And hopefully i will be able to finish this because I have the whole thing set in mind, now it's a matter of typing it out!
I'm not too sure if there will be any actual pairings, but we'll see, depending on what you viewers want! So comment on things you would like to see and maybe I will incorporate them with a twist! So read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. The only thing that belongs to me is the plot!
It has been many years since Phantom Planet occurred, yet my life hadn't become any less hectic than it already was. Skulker still hunts me, never being undaunted by his reoccurring defeat. Technus hasn't given up the notion that he is hip, despite his outdated lingo, and today still attempts to gain control over all technology. Spectra and Bertrand are still hell-bent on looking young and beautiful via other's misery. So on and so forth.
My only enemy who isn't interested in messing with my life is Vlad Plasmius, a.k.a Vlad Masters. And, you know, the thing is that I don't even see him as an enemy anymore. Not since he tried to rule the world and nearly destroyed it. It's not because I pity him, but I can't help but to not hate him either.
I remember seeing him a while back when I visited the Ghost Zone. Vlad was just laying on this rock mass, staring up at the sky. He seemed so relaxed then, especially with his new outfit. All he wore was this white button up shirt, black slacks, black shoes lined with white trimmings, and red gloves. RED GLOVES! I didn't know Vlad knew what gloves were!
That's why I was even more so shocked when he sat up and looked at me. His hair had definitely gotten longer since he now had bangs and had excess hair lying flat against the back of his neck. His eyes, still red, were just staring at me with expectance. No more hate and rage, despise, no sorrow, nothing; nothing but that numb look. But I just turned and flew on past him. Not a single word or violent action passed between us.
When I told Sam and Tucker about it they laughed and said that the fruitloop finally lost it, as was shown through his attire. I didn't want to believe that he had been broken, but even mom said that he had given up. The thought of it scared me.
Vlad, giving up on all that he had strived for, I can't help but to shudder at the mere thought of it! What if that was me? What if my enemies had won and I had lost everything? What is Vlad had managed to rule the world and get mom? Would he have casted me into the Ghost Zone and forbid me from ever returning home? Would he feel this longing to help me, as I do for him?
I seriously doubt it. How could someone like him ever change? I bet you that he's just taking his time with his next evil plan! We'll see. And if he does come up with some new way to annoy me, then that would mean that Sam and Tucker are right about everything they ever said about him!
So what did you think!? It was only a muse but it's my attempt to set the stage for the future chapters! And not everything will be in first person, but the perspectives will change. Gawd, I think I'd die if everything was done in 1st pov! I..I.I.I..me...my..I...eye..aye..I...captain...CRAZY! Especially if it's not done right. I think that 1st person should only be used to get deeper into the person's mind an to help you learn more about their train of thought. And that's what i'm sticking to!