Danny Fenton hurried down the stairs, struggling to sling a backpack over his shoulders at the same time. Reaching the bottom, he grabbed his shoes, hastily put them on, and opened the front door.
"I'm going! Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!" He called before stepping outside.
"Danny, wait, there's some mail for you," his sister exclaimed.
"C'mon, Jazz, we're gonna be late for school!"
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!"
The older teen quickly tossed him a small envelope before flying out the door. The halfa glanced at it, intending to leave ASAP, but something about it stopped him.
The handwriting looks… familiar...
Earlier haste now forgotten, he ripped open the inconspicuous white paper package and stared at its contents.
Written on the piece of stationary were a few lines in black, swirling script:
Dearest Daniel,
Got a cat.
Sincerely,
Vlad Masters
Fruitloop Masters
"...Wha-?"