Hey, guys. Less here. This is my first shot at 'publishing' a Danny Phantom fanfic, so bear with me. Yes, I know that the title seems depressing, but the genre is humor. Don't worry. I haven't lost ALL my marbles. I don't own any of the characters in this chapter, 'cept for Marilyn. Enjoy, all!
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"Marilyn? What's wrong?", a black-haired, purple-eyed girl asked her guinea pig as she stroked its long black-and-white fur. Samantha Manson didn't care the least that her beloved pet, named after the famous metal rocker, was leaving pale hairs on her black clothing. She was too worried about the furry bundle's well-being. Marilyn had been shaking terribly, and now, that glossy coat was starting to fall out in chunks. Sam took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to hold back the tears. She knew that Marilyn didn't have long to live if she didn't get some help, more than her owner's TLC. Sam firmed her chin and rose to her black-booted feet. Holding Marilyn close to her, she ran down the stairs.
"Whoohoo!", an old voice cackled as Sam skidded to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. Grandma Manson zoomed past on her scooter, wearing a helmet adorned with burning skulls. Sam rolled her eyes at her eccentric grandmother as she hurried into the kitchen. She yanked open one of the drawers and pulled out an extremely floral tea towel. The flowery fabric was soon wrapped around Marilyn. Now, most kids would fear their mother's wrath after seeing said pet wrapped in her favorite rose-print towel. Not Sam. She was too much of a rebel and too concerned about her guinea pig to care about that.
Well, that was fun, right? A cookie to whoever figures out the play-on-names in this chapter. And, yes, there is one. Flames will be directed at my voodoo doll of Barney. Read and reply!