Disclaimer one: I do not own Danny Phantom, he belongs to Butch Hartman, who is cooler than you will ever be. I do not own frootloops, either.
Disclaimer two: This is supposed to be a funny story. Most of the time, it isn't going to make sense- so don't yell at me when it doesn't.
Disclaimer three: I know Danielle and Vlad hate each other. Read the whole story before you accuse me of making them ooc. And by the way, it's okay to be ooc in a comedy anyway. And you know what, what if I think some of that trust can be salvaged (with ten plus years of intensive therapy)?
The Backwash Incident
Prologue
Vlad stared at the bottle, as if somehow he could will its contents away. He would have, if not for the young girl boring holes into his back with her eyes.
"You're totally taking those," She said as threateningly as her childish voice would allow. "Because I'll serenade you with a fork and a plate if you don't."
He cringed at the thought: Danielle really would be that cruel, because he'd raised her as such.
If only he hadn't scheduled that appointment. He had hated doctors with a passion ever since the accident, yet somehow he'd gone to see one of his own free will. For a simple chest pain, no less. He'd expected to be prescribed some sort of blood pressure medication, but was instead given an economy size bottle of anti-depressants.
Danielle floated in front of him, interrupting his mental scoff session. She cleared her throat and did her best impression of his 'high-and-mighty speech-giving' voice.
"Vladimir Masters reduced to taking happy pills? Out-rage-ous!" He glowered at her.
"Not funny."
"Just shut up and take them. I want to see if they work!" A smirk crossed her lips.
"What you want is to make a guinea pig out of me!" Vlad retorted, shaking the large orange bottle at her. It was so full it hardly rattled.
"You did it to me first," She stuck her tongue out at him and fazed under the counter. They were standing in one of several kitchens located throughout his castle. Recalling that he'd bought the estate to repel the feeling of being trapped, Vlad shuddered. Perhaps he really did need medication.