*rubs back of neck* I should have posted this days ago... as well as some of the other ones... sigh.
Title: Burger
Summary: Meat isn't always great.
No pairing
"And that's the last ghost of the day!" Danny smirked as he flew back down and transformed back to human. He looked over to his two friends standing close by. "What do you guys want to do now?"
"Eat at the Nasty Burger." Tucker chimed, turning to walk towards the fast food joint. "I'll even pay."
"Of course you will." Danny snorted, amused. "Because you do that so often."
"Hey! Just because I was a little low on money after I bought that new PDA, doesn't mean I would be broke forever. And it's got all these cool gadgets! See, Da – "
Tucker looked back to find his friends, but they weren't there anymore. In fact, nobody was on the street anymore. The sky was turning into an eerie red, and a wind whistled its way down the street, scooping up his beret in the process.
"My hat!" Tucker reached up to grab it, but as he nearly grabbed a hold it disappeared in a small poof.
Staring at where his hat once was with wide eyes, Tucker gulped nervously. "Danny? Sam? You guys better not be doing this."
"Tucker…"
Tucker spun around, visibly shaking. "Who said that!?" His glasses glinted against the harsh sun as he wildly roamed the area with his eyes. Something pressed against his leg, and the boy let out a yelp; daring to glance down at just what was on his leg.
It was a burger. It was moving.
"Tucker… Eat me…"
He backed away from the meat patty and buns, shaking. "I don't think I should…"
"If you won't eat me… Then I'll eat you instead!"
The burger grew in size until it towered over the African American, standing tall as it tilted over to look down at the teen with pickle eyes. Two of the interior patties opened up and ripped loose a meaty roar, covering the boy with mustard and other condiments.
He couldn't say anything. He couldn't move. All he could do was watch as the burger crept up on him slowly and pounce, mouth wide to gobble him up.
"TUCKER! BREAKFAST'S READY!"
The techno geek's head shot straight up from the desk he had been sleeping on, blinking in surprise. The smell of eggs and bacon drifted up from the kitchen, causing his mouth to water even more than it had been in his sleep.
"What a weird dream…" Tucker muttered, packing his stuff into his backpack for the school day. He glanced at the screen of his computer as he slipped his PDA into his pocket, and froze.
A Nasty Burger stretched across his screen, looking as menacing as the one in the nightmare. But the worst of all was the text file that was open with it, glaring at him with only three words.
"Eat me, Tucker."
Tucker pulled his phone out of it's pocket, and quickly called Sam.
"Hey Tucker, what's up?"
"How do salads taste?"