Okay, this is a story that I wrote just for fun, so this is not actual. Basically, I have an oc named Tori Fenton, who is the third daughter of Jack and Maddie Fenton. She belongs to me, and me only. But, I do not own Vlad, Maddie, Jack, Danny, and Jazz. They all belong to Butch Hartman. If you want to see what she looks like, you can see her at The story goes like this: Vlad hates being alone in his castle, and he wishes that someone would live with him so that he wouldn't be so lonely. What happens when the infant Tori Fenton gets put into his care when her parents perish? BTW, Danny and Jazz were placed into foster care, seeing as how they are 2 and 4 years old in my story.
Dad Plasmius
It was once again an ordinary day in Madison, Wisconsin. The air was crisp and cool from the early autumn that was approaching fast. The leaves were turning into various shades of orange, red, and yellows. Not only that, they were beginning to fall from the trees. A vast and expensive looking castle was looming over the woods, decorated in several green and gold draperies. Inside, the Green Bay Packers seemed to dominate the main hall with autographed footballs, jerseys, and photos. Other than those many things, it seemed that the castle was decorated as it should: fairly normal. Its resident was stumbling out of bed, silver hair tousled and out of place. Clad in Green Bay Packers pajamas, Vladimir, or just Vlad if you want to call him that, Masters climbed out of his expensive bed, groping for his slippers to guard against the cold stone floor. His feet found them just a few inches from the bed, and they slipped into the warm fleece slippers. Vlad lazily stretched, eyes still glazed with sleep. He got up from the mattress, scratching at an itch on his side, and half walked, half dragged himself to his bathroom. Vlad closed the bathroom door behind himself, wondering why he even bothered, seeing as how he lived alone in his posh and expensive castle. Sure, he had all of the money and Green Bay Packers merchandise in the world, but it just wasn't enough. The only company he had were his maids, and they were always too busy with their duties to even acknowledge his existence. He hated to admit it, but he was rather lonely. Having lost his love, Maddie, to a bumbling idiot like Jack Fenton, Vlad had never pursued any other women. Maddie was the only one he wanted, and now she was taken by him…Leaving him to deal with his ghost powers alone. He had spent years in a hospital alone, with nobody to console him. He wondered why it had to be him. Vlad looked into his mirror, his reflection staring back at him. Unexpectedly, he stuck his tongue out at his reflection. The reflection mimicked him.
How it sucked to be alone.
