Author's Note: Alright, people. This is a random-as-hell plot bunny that came to my mind and I wasn't sure whether to give it a shot. But a part of me keeps going "But it's such a good crossover idea! Use it!". I guess this is the kind of fanfic author I am sometimes: Writing stories about franchises that end up heavily referencing other franchises. Some might spin that as a lack of originality, but others might look at the positive spin of "Hey, these two particular things mashed together? That's new."
But whatever. Let's see what happens, eh? Hopefully, this is likable.
Obviously, a Danny/Ember fic and, for the sake of having a major villain be the one that starts events, Phantom Planet hasn't happened. So, Alternate Universe, I guess. I know what some fans of my work might say. "Why don't you put this as part of your Comical Relations universe?". I had thought of that, but then I also thought that this particular plot may take what's there and throw it waaaaay into left field. Lol.
Disclaimer: Anything used here is NOT my property, so there.
The War Of The Bands
Prologue: An Unexpected Gig
Vlad Masters was not a happy mayor of Amity Park. Oh, he was content with the city as a whole. Crime was low, he seemed to be accepted by the populous, he was still quite rich, and his powers made him still superior to most. However, there was the crutch. "Most". Not "all". If it were "all", he would have the woman that eluded him for so long, as well as perhaps something as beneficial as control of something bigger than just one mere city.
But no. He hadn't won 'the big one'. Not yet, anyway. If it wasn't for that pesky Daniel and his two meddling friends… Correction: THREE meddling friends, if you count the failed experiment that was Danielle. No, wait, it had to be four friends, now that the Red Huntress seemed to have taken it easy on the younger halfa. Now that just wasn't fair! He had equipped Ms. Gray himself with his own tech! Shows that you can't trust youth anymore…
Five. Yes, Daniel had five allies overall now, since things had taken a strange turn recently. Of all people, why did Ember McLain suddenly start dating the petulant child? Last he had heard, they were rivals for the longest time, fighting over control of the city (much like he himself does against the brat). All the sudden, she's all over him like Vlad on Green Bay Packers merch! He failed to understand what an abusive now-former boyfriend had to do with anything. If Ember wanted someone better than Skulker, she could do a hell of a lot better than some immature virgin goody-two-shoes, in Vlad's strict opinion. But that detail matters not to the current situation, other than Ms. McLain being an added thorn to his side.
Currently, Vlad was within his office in City Hall, perusing his many books, both ancient and somewhat-recent, all having to deal with the supernatural and the occult. He was looking for something that would be a key to finally putting down Danny Phantom. So far, the research proved to be not much more than mere folly. Understandably, his frustration grew.
And it was that frustration that proved to be both his blessing and his downfall…
"Oh butter-biscuits! Another goose chase! Can't anything be of decent use? Either it turns out to be a myth or there's horrible side effects! Jeez, what happened to the idea of black magic that isn't a double-edged sword?" he ranted aloud to himself. Furious, he clutched an old tome and quickly skimmed through it impatiently, his eyes landing on a random page. "Hah. Like this thing here. I bet this one's no good either. 'Malicious lords, I invoke your dark forces in declaring myself god of this realm! As the pawn is present, may your ritual commence and may the Dark Purveyors appear now!'. Bah. As if it were that simple!" Vlad snarled, tossing the book aside.
As soon as the book hit the ground, the incantation he had so uttered in jest took effect. There came a sound of rumbling, low at first but growing louder, even though there wasn't an earthquake or anything. The discarded book burst open, splayed to the very page that Vlad had randomly selected. A dark light emanated from the book. Vlad gaped wide-eyed. Was it really that simple after all?
Before he could think more, what appeared to be five large orbs burst forth from the book, each a different color and all feeling like power itself. They were much more than orbs of power, though…
"Eh? What's this? This guy's certainly dif'rent from the skraeling that summoned us before!"
"Like, far out. Some old dude calls us. Is he a narc? If so, harsh…"
"At. Least. We. Get. To. Bring. The. Funk. Just OOOONE MORE TIIIIME!"
"Still, what's this ass-licker want?! He better have a good reason or I'm shitting down his throat!"
"Hey, slow your engines, man. I'm sure things'll be rockin' out soon enough."
Vlad was speechless. He had unwittingly summoned these… Dark Purveyors. And here he had thought it was just another regional psycho-babble! And, unless his ghostly senses were misleading him, they were quite powerful indeed! Not as powerful as Pariah Dark, of course. But still.
"Hallo, old warrior! Ye be needing us for a good pillaging or som'thin'?!" the blue orb said, sounding like some sort of old pirate or something. That snapped Vlad out of his stupor.
"Ah! Well… Yes, I guess. I didn't really mean to just summon you folks like this, but…"
"Now. Hold. Up. One. Minute, player!" interrupted the purple orb, sounding very robotic, yet human. "You. Mean. You. Didn't. Know. Who. We. Are?"
"Sorry. Can't say that I've heard of you. I was researching…" Vlad was once again interrupted.
"That's. Uncool! But. I've. Been. Wanting. To. Bust. A. Move. Anyway. So. What's. The. Game?" the robo-orb asked.
"Well, I've been trying to take over this city completely, but there's this… superhero… in my way." Vlad quickly summed up, spitting out the word 'superhero' in disgust.
"Mercenary work!? You called us for MERCENARY SHIT?!" exclaimed the red orb, extremely loud and shrill.
"Uhh… It'll mean lots of destruction and chaos?" Vlad offered, suddenly afraid that he might have pissed off the wrong supernatural forces.
"ALLLLRIIIIIGHT THEN!" The red orb bounced up and down, as if celebrating.
"Ahem…" The green orb, apparently female, coughed. "Chaos and destruction may be the bee's knees for some of us. But I'd much rather just… veg out and play my tunes, man… Know a place where I can share the love with others, boss dude?"
Vlad simply turned his attention to the four other orbs. "Is this one some sort of pacifist or something? Why would a force of evil want to 'spread love'?" he asked of them. Did every team have to have a goofball of sorts in it?
The yellow orb chuckled. "Don't lose your cool, man. She has her own way of swingin'."
Somehow, that failed to reassure Vlad about the green one's credentials. Perhaps it was the yellow one's terminology. Swinging? There was only one meaning that went with 'sharing love'… But more pressing matters were at hand.
"Uhh… Yes, well, whatever… Anyways…" Vlad clicked on a projector, which displayed a recent picture of Danny Phantom and Ember McLain in action. "These two are proving to be major roadblocks in my path to domination. If any of you five can put a stop to them and anybody that helps them, well… I'm sure the mayhem you'll cause along the way might be worth the effort."
"He's just a wee skraeling! The wench, though… Yeah, I'd certainly like to pillage that village, if ye know what I jest." the blue orb chuckled gruffly. Somehow, his statement was followed by an animalistic growling.
"This. Will. Be. My. Funkiest. Play. Ever!" bleeped the purple orb. For some reason, Vlad kept picturing the owner of this voice as some sort of African-American stereotype. But that couldn't be. Naaaah… It couldn't. Could it?
"Yes, yes…" Vlad muttered. "Now go forth. Let's see what you can do! I'll be watching…"
"Ha, such a narc thing to say, you narc…" giggled the green orb as the five took off, phasing through the walls and out into the city.
Standing in front of the wide windows overlooking the city, Vlad couldn't help but wonder… 'What the hell have I let loose anyway?'
AUTHOR'S NOTE: And there's the prologue to test the waters. For those that have figured it out already and going "What the hell?" (and those that haven't yet), yes, this is bringing in the 5 bosses/villains of the video game, Lollipop Chainsaw. I figured that, since the Dark Purveyors are all an un-living parody of different eras of Music, I figure that they'd be perfect foes for a Danny/Ember fic (or any other sort of Ember-centric story). Thus, the story's title, for one thing.
Sooo….. Good idea? Bad idea? Indifferent? Feel free to share your thoughts!
