I hope I haven't done something wrong.
I bet I've done something wrong. XD
Anyway, here's my entry submission to the 'A Winn3r Is You' contest by avatarjk137. Go read his stuff.
A Winn3r Is You – E350
Entry Chapter
Danny Fenton slapped the letter on the table in his kitchen, a serious expression crossing his face.
"This all seems really fishy to me," he growled.
Sam Manson raised an eyebrow as she read over the letter for herself. The note was written on a rather old fashioned parchment. The handwriting was impeccable – obviously, whoever wrote it came from a rich upbringing.
"Looks alright to me," she shrugged, "Rich reward, free vacation to one of the greatest cities on earth…what's not to like?"
"You seen the news lately?" snapped Danny, "There's a freaking…what do you call it…a hellgate in the middle of the city!"
"Technically, you have a hellgate in your basement," reminded Sam.
"That's different," replied Danny, "I'm used to the stuff that comes out of the Ghost Portal. This is a gate to hell. Heck, this guy doesn't even seem too concerned about it! What's his name again?"
"Lucius Malfoy," read Sam, "Nice name."
"Yeah, whatever," sighed Danny, "I'm just saying that this all sounds too weird for me. Sounds like something Vlad would do. Anyway, he knows too much – look."
He grabbed the letter and pointed to a specific line.
"Remember Volcano Island? He's invited everyone who was there, bar Tuck and Squidward," he explained, "He mentions Timmy's fairy holograms. How does he know this?"
Sam shrugged.
"OK, that's pretty fishy," she admitted, "But that just gives us more reason to head to Metropolis and meet this guy."
Danny shook his head.
"Look," appealed Sam, "If he's one of the good guys, then we're fine. If he isn't, then it's your job as Danny Phantom to bring him down."
Danny mulled it over in his head.
"Alright," he sighed at last, "I'm in. But I'm not happy about it."
He got up from his seat and began to walk out of the room.
"I'll call the others on the Recaller," he explained, "You head home and pack. When does the train to Metropolis leave?"
"Two thirty," replied Sam, "Two hours."
"Right," nodded Danny, "I hope Timmy can cover for himself, then."
Half an hour later, Mr. Turner walked into his son's room.
"Hey, short stuff!" he exclaimed, "Lunch time!"
A badly stuffed scarecrow dressed in Timmy's clothing fell from the bed, landing with a thud on the carpet.
"That's the spirit, son!" grinned Mr. Turner, dragging the scarecrow out of the room.
Danny sat on his seat aboard the 2.30 to Metropolis, an Amtrak train that had seen better days. He and Sam were on one side of the isle, while Timmy, Spongebob Squarepants, Patrick Star and Sandy Cheeks were on the other. Danny had to admit, the two sea creatures looked ridiculous in their large water helmets.
The ghost boy was just opening up the provided magazine (it had a NASA article in it) when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He jumped, and gave a yelp.
"Please tell me," a voice hissed, dripping with contempt, "That you're not afraid of a simple cane."
Danny turned. A tall man with long, blonde hair and sneering, disdainful features was looking down on him, arms crossed. His attire was black and finely made (although rather worn), complete with a robe.
"What is your problem?" snapped Danny.
"I would have thought that you'd show more respect to your sponsor," spat the man.
"Lucius Malfoy?" asked Sam.
Malfoy nodded.
"OK," demanded Sandy, "What in tarnation's goin' on here? We know you're draggin' us all the way to Metropolis to fight some fancy tournament, but that's all you've let out!"
Malfoy shot her a piercing glare.
"I was about to tell you, you ignorant Muggle," he sneered.
Sandy glared back at him, her fists clenching.
"The general idea of this tournament," Malfoy explained, "Is that there are many different teams sponsored by many different individuals, such as myself. You will directly compete against the other teams in various challenges over multiple rounds. The winner…will be greatly rewarded. Is that simple enough for you?"
Danny glared.
"Yeah," he snapped, "Simple."
"Very good," nodded Malfoy, "Oh, and you, boy…"
He pointed to Timmy.
"I'm not counting your little companions into the tournament," he snarled, "Any preparations you need to make with them must be done before a challenge."
"But I won't even know…" began Timmy.
"Frankly, my boy," shrugged Malfoy, "I don't give a damn."
He turned on a heel and began to stride down the isle. There was a sudden 'crack!' and he was gone.
"He's mean," mused Spongebob.
"He's a jerk," snapped Sam.
"He's definitely not telling us something," growled Danny."
"You're paranoid," scoffed Patrick, "How can you not trust that guy?"
"Did ya see him?" exclaimed Sandy, "He was limping? Why in the good name of Texas would he be limping?"
"He could've kicked the TV," shrugged Patrick, "I do that all the time."
Sam looked at Danny, biting her limp.
"So, he's a creep," she mused, "We still in this?"
Danny nodded.
"Yeah," he decided, "We're gonna win this."