A/N: HA! See I told you I'd up date. My first chaptered. I'm scared...shakes This is a little thing I've been brewing up... Some DannyVlad for all you pedos out there tee hee...it'll be a three shot for sure. First chapter- The Capture. Second hapter- The Game. Third chapter- The End. It's goign to be very raunchy and chapter two will be the longest, I can tell already. I will update very soon and I hope you enjoy. R&R would be much appriciated. Enjoy.

The Highest Bidder

Danny wondered through the Ghost Zone, aimlessly taking a stroll -or in his case, a float- around, just looking for something to occupy himself. It was the summer after his senior year and he had nothing to do for the time being. He sent out college applications last week, he'd gotten all his grant applications filled out and in the mail; he was covered.

On finding a small ghost puppy, probably the one –if not one of the many- from Axiom labs, he proceeded to play a game of catch with it.

"Go, go on. Get it, boy! Or girl...I didn't check." He laughed to himself, enjoying his free-time, when a dark shadow came and towered over him, then suddenly knocking him out, dragging him off to a place unbeknownst to him.

When he came to, it was dark, but not a normal kind of dark. He finally realized he had been hooded and also stripped of clothing, a cool breeze scraping across his body and sending goose bumps down his flesh. Feeling around he felt cold, metal wires.

'A cage?' He thought to himself, while shivering from his body's overexposure.

Voices engulfed the space around him. He vaguely made out Walker's voice, along with Skulker's and a few other familiar tones.

'Where am I?' Just as he finished his thought, the hood was taken off of his head, light blinding him momentarily. He saw that he was in the Ghost Zone prison, ghosts in uniforms, shackles around their ankles attaching to other ghosts' shackles. They were all sitting in nice, neat rows...with little fans. Numbers scribbled on them in chicken scratch.

His gut dropped, he knew what was happening. He was in an auction.

"Ghost Ladies and Gentle Ghosts, without further to do, I give you this rare halfa. Half boy, half ghost. Highest bidder gets to keep him as a slave for all eternity." Walker tipped his hat in Danny's direction, sneering at him and chuckling in that hick accent of his.

"We'll start the bidding at three hundred dollars." Many ghosts held up their fans, most of them Danny held as enemies, some he'd never seen before. He knew that if any of them got him, he'd be done for. The things Skulker and the rest could do to him, he cringed at the thought. He didn't know how he was going to get out of this. He looked down at his wrists, ecto-cuffs, go figure.

"Six hundred! Six hundred fifty! Do I hear seven hundred?" Walker shouted, grim bliss in his voice as thick as his slur, ghosts hollering and whooping, eager to win their prize. Danny hung his head and latched his fingers on the wire of the cage.

"On all the days, of all the people, why me...why now...?" He whispered, unheard from the many voices drowning out his small voice.

"Eight hundred forty going once, going twice, s-"

"One million dollars." The voices all stopped, even Walker was silenced, and the whole crowd turned their heads to the new voice. Danny knew that voice, that deep, sleazy voice. His head shot up to see him. Vlad.

"No." Danny breathed more than whispered, eyes filling with terror, his fingers gripping tighter making his knuckles white.

Walker spoke up, changing his shocked face into a cheerful one, "I hear one million, do I hear one million fifty? No? One million going once...twice..."

"Oh, God," Danny gasped.

"Sold! To Vlad Plasmius."

"Yes!" Plasmius cheered from the back, hovering over to collect his prize. He stuck his grinning face right up to the cage and whispered.

"Welcome to Hell, my little badger."

End.

Hope this pleased your appetit...at least, for now. Mwa ha ha ha! See you next chap.!!