Ghost of a Magician
Summary: A new hero named the "Masked Magician", more enemies that aren't ghosts, and alien sightings are all hitting Amity Park; making life more difficult for our ghost halva. Not to mention a new kid with a thing for pink hats. FOPxDP
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or Fairly Odd Parents… it would be really cool if I did because then I'd be Butch Hartman… and all awesome and stuff… but I do own this really bad plot… and maybe emo-Timmy… he's kind of mine… I guess…
Chapter 2
Or at least he tried to. He hadn't expected a body suddenly crashing into him, sending his small unbalanced form and all of his weighty books over the railing of the stairs to his utter and non-magic-protected doom.
Attempting to save his neck (and spine… and skull… and…) the buck-toothed boy tossed his textbooks off to the side, figuring that a couple of wished-for items could be damaged and sacrificed for his own well-being. Unfortunately, 'off to the side' meant over the banister, a precursor of what would happen to him if he didn't get his act together. Tipping over head-first, he reached out for the handrail hoping his lightning fast video game reflexes could help him grip onto something. It didn't fail him… it was more like a 'C'. While he did catch something, that something was more of the clothing persuasion and only succeeded in pulling the wearer into the banister. He barely registered a 'thud' of body against plaster before he slipped and had more… pressing matters to think about, like… surviving.
Timmy vaguely felt a hand reaching out to grab his own- even in midair he could tell that despite the hand's small size it was strong and used to fighting- settling instead on his black sleeve. It attempted to pull him back up, but slipped too; it reached out to catch him again, but it was quickly knocked away by his stray algebra book. He heard people screaming- he could barely make out Foley and Manson yelling out his name, but it was nicer than the wordless high-pitched shrieking of people from below. He would prefer to die in a place where at least someone knew who he was. He felt the wind on his face from the free-fall (not that a two story drop was all that far), flattening his chocolate hair against his scalp. His senses seemed to pick up every little detail, but it seemed muffled and slow… like he was that stupid carrot in lime gelatin.
Funny how the most random of things pop into your head when your cranium is about to be crushed on impact by dirty, white hallway tiles; though, he wasn't all that worried… he actually felt more annoyed by the whole thing. The screaming was giving him a headache, and the useless school forms and pamphlets kept fluttering into his face. And he felt completely gypped! There was no adrenaline rushing through his veins, his heart wasn't pounding in his ears, and no flashback passing before his eyes.
This is a lame way to die. There's no way I'm going to see my parents like this, just because of some klutz and bad timing. His thoughts weren't normal for a person falling to their doom, but then again he was the kid that no one understood. Growling, though no one would be able to hear it, he saw the ground beginning to come too close for comfort. Cosmo and Wanda aren't here, this means I'll have to do this by myself. And hey, why not add in a flair for show? He was a 'magician' after all.
Pulling his knees to his chest and curling up into a ball, mindful to avoid being directly under any of his textbooks, he made his already lanky body as small as possible. It wouldn't be nearly as small as his ten year old form, and it probably wouldn't be as affective or precise as when it was originally calculated, but it wasn't called the Timmy Tuck for nothing. First taught to him by A.J. (with the help of Chester's gadget-ized braces) for the purpose of freeing the skate park (never mind the fact he had no experience in skateboarding before), the Timmy Tuck had been used in the rare times where he had to depend on his own abilities rather than his godparents'. It had a 100 percent success rate… so far.
Still ignoring the screams below (hopefully the students and teachers below would be smart enough to move away from his landing spot) the pink clad teen began to lean forward, starting the first out of four turns in his maneuver. On his second turn, as he looked back up the stairwell to check the distance he had fallen, he could swear he saw a black and white blur falling after him. By the third turn it had disappeared completely, but he did feel a strange tug on his arm… which he quickly elbowed away before pulling his arm back in.
He needed to keep turning! Did whoever was pulling him want his head shattered on the linoleum? So focused on completing the flips, the falling student hadn't even bothered to wonder how something could be pulling on his arm.
At the fourth turn he began to unfurl- legs stretching, arms pulled out, back straightening- and at the precise moment he had pulled his chin up he had landed perfectly on his feet, arms in a T formation. There was stunned silence which then exploded into a sea of noise and people. Students pushing in on him and cheering, amazed at the fact that some… kid survived a two story drop (mind you, a near thirty some feet since he had started on the third floor), and faculty trying to make sure they wouldn't have a lawsuit on their hands.
With a wall of hands and faces, it was amazing he hadn't burst out screaming like a small frightened little girl. Saying he was startled would be an understatement. His isolation in Dimmsdale had also added one more phobia to his list; right after bare feet and oranges was people (and clowns, sometimes, but they were included in the aforementioned fear). Shrinking back into a feeble position, repressing the urge to completely copy his comic book hero and suck his thumb, he felt very much like an animal in a cage...
…And we all know how a certain vegetarian Goth is with caged animals.
"Get away from him! Give him some space!" The thin freshman mysteriously able to push a pathway to the center, her taller glasses wearing friend following after. A ring obediently formed; her steel-toed combat boots were a shins' worse nightmare and not even the towering seniors were immune. "Timmy," Laying a small hand on his shaking shoulder, "Hey are you-"
POOF! POOF!
"Cosmo, you idiot! Sorry, sweetie"
"I wish I had some sort of distraction!"
"That's just vague enough to work!"
POOF! POOF!
In several multi-colored clouds, the magician teleported himself from the middle of the crowd to the top of the stairs (far, FAR away from the ledge), his pink hat being shaken in his hand. "Ladies and Gentlemen, and others… watch!" And from his empty hat seven or so different colored balls fell into his awaiting hands. Smashing his hat back onto his head he started to… juggle?
'Well, I had to learn something Flappy Bob's Learnatorium.' The crowd's eyes followed his actions; most with a look of complete bafflement on their faces, some looking like they couldn't believe what a loser this guy was, and some few were outgoing enough to clap encouragingly. The bell rang, and the crowd began to dissipate, going their separate ways up and down the hallways to their awaiting classrooms. Some immediately pulled on their 'bored out of my mind' school face, while others kept an eye and ear on the new Casper High student.
"But wait," said distraction continued on, despite the warning bell, "we're not quite done with the show!" Tossing one of the balls up into the air above the multitude, it exploded into a cloud of purple. The crowd screamed, a reaction hammered into them on instinct, but they found themselves outside unharmed teleported the same way their entertainer did. And there he was up in a tree, waving down at his audience, "Are you ready?" Some people cheered expectantly, fifth period forgotten completely, "One, two, three!"
His juggling circle was tossed above the crowd, each toy bursting into a fun feature seen at carnivals or festivals. Some transformed into games, one into a set of food booths, one had become a roller coaster, and other fun things that could possibly distract people- there was even a spherical cage with motorcycles whizzing around inside. And for the final touch, confetti and balloons rained down from nowhere, the students cheering while more and more people stampeded away from their classes and towards the fun and games… giving him the perfect opportunity to 'poof' into the now abandoned school building.
His breathing was heavy, the near-death experience coupled with stage nerves eating at his energy levels. Leaning his forehead against the cool lockers, he took several calming breaths, willing himself not to go into shock. "Thanks, guys," his voice echoing in the forgotten hallway, the excitement it had contained mere seconds earlier already sucked out. He trudged back towards the stairs, sneakers squeaking against the linoleum, as if already tired of the day… which he was.
"Oh no, sport, you know it's no problem. You wish it, we dish it! And plus, our Timmy Senses were tingling, we're sorry for not coming sooner," His fairy godmother morphed from his glove into her normal form, hovering at his shoulder level and hugging his head protectively, "You could've gotten yourself hurt falling down those stairs. Don't you ever do that again!"
"No way, Wanda! Timmy's extreme! Like when he catapulted himself to Australia, I met the kangaroo, and your hotter twin sister came over to visit. Extreme!" His godfather, clearly giving into his urge to do something stupid, turned into a green kangaroo hopping alongside his pink family while licking on a sno-cone. "Did you see the snow-cone stand I made? And the corn? Corn is ni-ce."
Slightly more cheerful at his fairy's actions, the godchild repeated his gratitude, "Thanks, guys, really," He pulled both the swirly-pink haired fairy and green-furred kangaroo in for a hug. Sometimes it felt like he didn't appreciate them enough, they were there for him no matter what, and he wanted to make sure they knew he cared about them too. "Sorry about elbowing you guys when I was doing the Timmy Tuck, but you know how A.J. is about my turns."
They looked at him, puzzled, both looking more like dolls than the parents they were supposed to be. "But Timmy, Cosmo and I didn't come here until after the Timmy Tuck. We weren't up there," pointing at the air above them, where he had freefell through, "we were still at home. Our Timmy Senses didn't go off until you were in that crowd. That couldn't have been us."
"What do you mean?" The godchild was just as confused as they were, starting up the steps of the stairwell, "Who else could it-" And there, sitting in a neat stack at the top of the landing, were his books; waiting for their owner as if he had never dropped them from a thirty foot fall. His godparents poofed themselves onto his person protectively, a green face on his shirt and pink eyes on his necklace. A strange chill made him shiver as he reached down to grab the pile; the hairs on the back of his neck standing up on end, feeling watched despite the fact he couldn't see anyone. Who else, indeed.
"Dudes, did you see that! That was so cool! Man, we gotta hang out with Timmy more. A carnival at our school? Out of nothing? And did you see the motor-"
"For the last time, Tucker, yes we did see him make a carnival out of the school. Danny and I were both there, I was right next to you." The petite Goth sighed exasperatedly, slamming her locker door to show her annoyance but succeeding only to add to her headache. The school day was over, but all three were called to the office regarding the… 'incident earlier today with Mr. Turner': Tucker and Sam for 'losing track of their charge' and Danny for (according to a certain Dashiel Baxter) 'dude, almost killing and making a pink loser pancake out of the poor geek… I mean kid'.
"But it's still cool! Not even those 'professional magicians' out in Las Vegas could do what he did! Too bad he couldn't make school end, now that," His continuous talking pausing as he pushed open the doors to the office and greeted the secretaries for the second time that day, "would've been sweet! And did you see the food booths? There was ribs! And bacon! And fried chicken! Mmm…" Recollecting on what might have been the best lunch in his life, the resident techno-geek's mouth was busied with other things besides talking, like drooling… ew.
"Boys," Rolling her eyes at her best friend's drool, the only female turned to her other best friend… who had been uncharacteristically quiet the entire day, "Hey, Danny? Are you okay? You've been… different… not that different is bad, just not yourself I guess," Her purple orbs shone in concern as she tried to look around Tucker and meet his baby blue eyes.
His response was to sigh dejectedly and turn away, as if he were a child being lectured on their behavior.
"Don't tell me you still think that Timmy is ghost," Now her worry had changed to exasperation, the slightest of glares being sent to the stubborn boy, "I already told he wasn't."
"How would you know, Sam? You just met him today; you can't tell if a guy is a ghost or not. Did you see the way he fell off the stairs- more like flew! No human could do that! And he could be some kind of wishing ghost like Desiree…" The black-haired boy flew into a tirade on his suspicions, most of which involved the words 'ghost' and 'kid'- and Danny couldn't see his likeness to his father? Clueless, "Or he could be a Guy in White or-"
"Danny," Tucker's head bobbed back up at the Goth's harsh tone, and said halva immediately shut his mouth, "first off, the Guys in White wear white. Timmy wears green, pink, and black. Second, he's a magician, Danny, even Lancer agreed to it. All of that was smoke and mirrors, well, mostly smoke and probably a really big forklift," now on a roll, Sam ticked off each point on her fingers, and ended pointing all three of them at her lecture's victim, "And thirdly, your ghost sense didn't go off when you were near him, since you can 'tell if a guy is a ghost or not'; this means: He Is Not A Ghost."
Danny opened his mouth to defend himself- and possibly start one of the rare fights the two teenagers partook in- but the wiser of the boys quickly diffused the tensions, with a well placed jibe and humor, "Geez, Sam, with the way you go on about Timmy I'd think you liked him," The African American boy elbowed her gently, her righteous anger dissolving into the gentle mock anger she always had when Tucker teased her. "Maybe it's the black, attracting the Goth in you."
"No way, Tuck, a little too much pink for my tastes," She countered easily with her sarcastic wit, he had his lines and she had hers, they could probably keep up an 'argument' for ages. In this way she and Tucker were closer than her and Danny, like the sibling that neither of them had. But she stopped, "But seriously Tucker, I think I would want to get to know him a little better before I decide on anything."
"Yeah, and plus, I don't think you'd want another Gregor-Elliot incident…" And I had to open my big mouth. Danny winced as he saw the damage he had done: Sam's smile turning quickly into a scowl as she brooded on said incident, while Tucker rolled his and shook his head in disappointment. The halva frowned in jealousy, how was it that Tucker could make her smile but he always made her mad… or annoyed… or depressed… or
"-in love…"
Wait, what?
"… magic. It's why I got so… carried away today," The principal's office door swung open followed after by said principal and Casper High's newest student, his beaver teeth in a sheepish smile, "I would definitely want to do another show, of course with your permission beforehand, Principal Ishiyama. Though, you have to admit it, it was pretty fun." And suddenly in his gloved hand was a miniature cloud of pink smoke, quickly clearing to reveal a single yellow flower, "Wand-I mean- Would you please accept this as an… apology for my actions,"
That was the thing with magic; it was so… magical, even simple tricks like these could change people… especially if it was seen up close. Instantly the Japanese woman's disapproving frown turned into a smile of awe, so had the tired looking faces of the office secretaries, the overprotective grimace on Tucker's, and Sam's scowl.
Oh, he's good. He's very good. Danny nearly growled at the sight of the innocent flower, convinced it was merely a ploy that the other boy had done… never mind the fact that the "magician's" own eyes were wide in shock.
"Thank you, Mr. Turner, though don't think you're off the hook," The school administrator's voice was still stern, but it was significantly less harsh than what it had been moments before, "Mr. Foley, Ms. Manson, in my office please,"
As the two teens stood, Timmy was finally made aware of the other people in the room, "Wait, what are they doing here? This isn't about what happened today, is it? They didn't do anything wrong, it was my fault. They were supposed to show me around the school and they did. Foley and Manson don't deserve to be punished," Catching a glimpse at the other blue-eyed teen on the bench, the pink-clad boy continued his babbling, "Oh, and him too… whatever he's in here for."
"Mr. Turner, as noble as your intentions may be," Mr. Lancer followed up quickly, having entered in the middle of the addressed student's dialogue, "You were Mr. Foley's and Ms. Manson's responsibility, and since they failed to-"
"No, Timothy is right, Mr. Lancer," The principal eyes sparkling, showing she was still enchanted with the buttercup she had received, "No one was harmed, and we wouldn't want to ruin Mr. Turner's first impression of Amity Park… the four of you are dismissed," Paying no heed to her vice-principal's shocked face, the Asian educator turned and returned to her lair… office.
Too bad "Mr. Turner's" first impression was already destined for ruining.
"Hey, Timmy, wait up dude!"
The boy turned to Foley's voice, but saw Manson jogging down the hallway as he pushed open the school's doors. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. She responded with a roll of her eyes and thumbed over her shoulder. The owner of the voice and the remaining teen from the office rounded the corner, both winded from following him up and down three flights of stairs.
More like chased after him as Wanda 'poofed' him from the office to his locker and back to the exit, but those are minor details.
Actually, now that he thought about it, Wanda (and Cosmo, too he guessed, but the smoke had been mostly pink) had been rather liberal (yeah, he knew what that meant) with magic. He had only made one wish and yet there had been several mini-miracles, and the wish that he had made was fulfilled with an over zealous (yeah, he knew what that meant, too) energy.
But that was something he would have to ask them about later, when he didn't have three normal human teens as possible witnesses.
"Manson, Foley" He greeted each teen in turn, "and… I don't know your name. I'm Timmy Turner." Holding his hand out to the third member of the group, he waited for a handshake.
"Danny Fenton," The black-haired lanky teen replied gruffly, putting his bare hand in the gloved one.
"Nice to meet you. Oh, hold up," Pausing in the handshake, the two blue-eyed boys held hands for a moment and a look of realization dawned on Timmy's face. "You're the guy who bumped into me!" It then fell into confusion, "I wouldn't have guessed you were a fighter…"
Danny pulled his hand away quickly as if burnt, his companions stepping forward protectively, though all had panicked wide eyes and were too shocked to say anything.
"Or something like that. I mean, I could be wrong." Trying to explain, the brunette pointed to his own gloved hand, the pink face on it quickly disappearing to his pink backpack, "It's just that your hand feels like it? You know, different calluses for different things, see," Grabbing Foley's wrist he held it up for the other's to observe, "It's soft at the palm, so he doesn't hold on to much, but the fingertips are calloused. That could mean either a computer or piano keyboard, but you don't seem musically inclined, so I put 2 and 2 together and figured techno… geek."
It still remained silent, even as a lone car drove down the empty street.
"We-ell, I'm gonna go to my house now," Turning away from the three, Timmy strode down the sidewalk and to the house (never, NEVER, home) he had woken up in this morning. All he wanted to do was get to the fish bowl castle, talk to Cosmo and Wanda, and completely isolate himself from all of humanity.
He got two and a half steps in before the combined strength of Foley and Manson (Fenton was still looking at him suspiciously) forced him in the other direction towards three matching motor scooters. Satisfied that their 'captive' wouldn't run off, the three teens began to unlock their automobiles and snap their helmets onto their heads (safety first!)
"How do you do that hand thing, it seemed really interesting. Can everyone from wherever you're from do that?" Manson questioned, starting up the scooter's engine with a light purr, oblivious or ignoring how weird that had sounded.
"Dimmsdale, California."
"Dude, California? Do you know how to surf? Live near any celebrities?" Foley listed off the Californian stereotypes excitedly, adjusting his red beret underneath the white plastic of his helmet.
"Dimmsdale's in northern California, so I don't get to often, but yeah I do know how to surf. And no celebrities… but if you count insane has-beens then there is TV's Adam West," He wrinkled his nose in irritation, not so much at the questions as the emotions that bled in his chest. Homesickness… he had just been in his hometown less than twenty-four hours ago, but it already seemed an eternity away.
"Insane how? I probably know a crazed up fruit loop worse than that," Fenton challenged, impatience written on his face as he waited on his own battery powered scooter.
"He thinks he's Catman. I guess it's not that bad though, since he stopped trying to make me his sidekick."
Fenton laughed out something which sounded like 'what a coincidence', but shook his head as if an old actor in feline tights was nothing compared to what he had to deal with.
"Are we done with this interview, or is this the part where you chase me out of town on your mighty scooters of doom?" The brunette's sarcasm bordered on rude, no not bordered it was rude, but his manners could only last so long.
"Nope, this is a tour more than anything, and this is the part where we chase you all the way to heaven on earth- not including the electronics store- the Nasty Burger." The African American stated cheerfully, before hopping onto his own mechanical transport.
"Oh,please, the Nasty Burger is a corporate slaughter house designed to kill thousands of trees and pollute the earth," The only female lectured angrily, before turning to their 'guest', "So are you coming? I mean, I know you don't eat meat-"
"Just cow and goat,"
"But they do make wicked soymilk-shakes," A smirk that Timmy had fully expected to contain fangs appeared at the word 'wicked'. Well, she did say she was Goth…
"If I say yes, will you really chase me there on you scooters? 'Cuz I think I should at least get a head start," The sarcasm was so obvious, even a monkey could catch it.
"Five seconds, starting… now," As Fenton said that, Foley started a timer on his PDA, both sporting a maniacal grin.
Edging away from the three Amity natives, Timmy broke out into a run in the direction he assumed the Nasty Burger was. Exactly five seconds later the three members of Team Phantom were on his tail, each strangely feeling more playful and energetic than usual. Though, that would be explained much, much later.
"Welcome to the Nasty Burger, may I take your order?" The girl behind the register pasted on a cheery smile- though, after dealing with a senile deaf old man hell-bent on getting prune juice with his tapioca pudding (nevermind the fact that the Nasty Burger had neither), failing a pop quiz because she had cut class to fight ghosts, and gaining a massive migraine the size of Michigan, she wanted nothing more than to rip the cashier register off of the counter and smack the next customer from Casper High that dared to comment on her current financial status. Yes, Valerie Grey was having a bad day… At least it wasn't as bad as when she was in the stupid stuffy Nasty Ned mascot suit.
The bulky man in front of her rattled off a list that matched the entire Nasty Burger menu lit up above her head.
She sighed, disgusted at how much Nasty food this man was willing to consume, but dutifully pushed in the correct buttons on the cashier. "Your total is $19.92," Money was exchanged, surprisingly little compared to the mass of his purchase, and she handed him his receipt, "Thank you, have a nice day!" The smile dropped, and she immediately began scowling, facing the window so no one would see. Through the Plexiglas, however, was a sight that would only serve to fuel her headache.
Danny, the techno geek, and the Goth girl all making their way towards the fast food joint was a perfectly normal occurrence. They were there nearly everyday, sitting in the same booth where she could easily keep an eye out for her crush… ex-crush… okay, maybe she was the one who rejected him, but that was for his own safety!
But that wasn't the problem, no; it was the guy skateboarding behind them, furiously trying to make his man-power exceed the battery power of the scooters. And then he… disappeared. Had she not been out in public, she would have clicked her heels together and gone into her Red Hunter form, determined to find and destroy the ghost who dared to pull any tricks on civilians with her standing right there!
Fortunately (or unfortunately, she would rather be on her jet-sled than at this dump) the boy reappeared several yards in front of the black-haired trio, the skateboarder performing a few tricks before landing on the concrete. He turned his head, presumably to talk to or make a face at the three behind him, all presumably yelling back at him (she couldn't tell, she couldn't hear), before he-
"Grey! Get back to work!"
Right… she was at work… darn. Turning back to the cash register, she had to bite back a frustrated yell. A line had formed in her moments of watching, a certain snobby, Latino, Casper-High royalty, ex-best friend of hers at the head. Joy.
After twelve orders of food all containing the words 'Nasty' or 'Meaty', she really shouldn't have been surprised at the next order… especially since it was Nasty Burger's number one customer…
"I'll have a Quadruple Mighty Meaty Meat Nasty Burger, no lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, or onions, put as much extra bacon that can fit on the tray, a large order of Meaty Nasty Curly Fries, a super-sized root beer, and a date with you this Saturday."
"Foley." She seethed out, annoyed at his 'womanizing' and jealous at his crazy metabolism… he was stick thin and he ate here almost everyday!
"Oh… hey Valerie," The 'pickup line' voice was replaced with that of caution, "you can just ignore that last part."
She hummed (the sophisticated version of a grunt) as she pushed the buttons on the cash register, considering whether or not to ask her question. She never was one for being timid, but you don't usually blurt out 'Hey, who is that guy that was skateboarding after you on the street then disappeared in midair then reappeared right in front of you?' to a person who doesn't trust you because you broke their best friend's heart… that's just not proper etiquette.
But then the unknown guy made a small bouquet of indigo flowers appear from nowhere and offered it to the Goth girl, making her smile and Danny scowl: a paradox that should've had hell freezing over and pigs flying.
She was a logical girl, smart, she had to be with the job she held (ghost hunting, not the Nasty Burger) but this did not make any sense whatsoever! Flowers did not come from nowhere, Manson never smiled (the closest would be baring her vampire fangs), and Danny was Danny! Her shock and confusion was probably stamped on her face, because even without asking the techno-geek was answering her question.
"He's the new kid; you know how lunch was… extended? That was him." He handed her the money, it was the same amount everyday, so he had it practically engraved on his brain.
She handed him the receipt, reciting the mandatory 'thank you, have a nice day', though her mind was still on the mystery brunette. So that's why no one had shown up during fifth period, including the teacher, but not even ghost attacks stop the schedule- so used to it, were Casper's faculty and student body, that only the classes whose rooms were the current battleground had to be paused momentarily- But that doesn't explain how…
"He's a magician, he did this crazy jump-flip thing, made a weird carnival-circus thing, totally got out of detention for it, and-"
"Dude, I'm hungry. Can you two stop gossiping so I can order?" Danny crankily interrupted, elbowing his best friend aside none too gently.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Valerie teased, her voice becoming gentler, she would always be sweet on him... not that Clueless 1 ever got that.
"Whatever," He grumbled, "Can I just get a number two, coke, and fries."
"Geez, what's wrong with you?"
He didn't answer, only looking over his shoulder at the pair in black behind him. They were both smiling (tiny smiles, she was still a Goth and he was… not in the best emotional state) as he explained what the flowers were- blue periwinkles- what they meant- start of a friendship- and that pink wasn't bad- she was, after all, going to order a pink strawberry soymilk shake (and a chocolate one for him, since he did beat them to the Nasty Burger, albeit with magic).
Actually,Valerie mused, they look kind of cute together… in a Gothic, supernatural, he's a magician, she's probably a vampire, 'they're both going to get the only healthy item on this stupid menu' kind of way. Adorable. Not to mention the fact that if Manson had a boyfriend then maybe she could get closer to Danny without having both of his 'guard dogs' on her case.
"That'll be $5.18. Thank you, have a-"
"Cookie?"
Danny gasped, cold blue mist escaping his mouth. Not that Valerie noticed, her own ghost detector blinking red. Before either could stop him, though, the same 'bulky' man from before uttered the reply they dreaded to hear.
"No thanks,"
"THEN PERISH!" The floating, green-skinned old lady's voice shook the walls; the meat of customers' burgers, the back freezer, and even the sizzling ones on the fryer hovering above people's heads before fusing together into an army of ghostly meat gremlins.
"Ghost!"
A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys, and you probably don't care about my excuses… so I'll just get on to regular author babbling. I tried to make it a little longer (and hopefully keep the quality) than the previous chapters… I finally added Danny, though he's a lot more mood-swing-y than a PMS-ing girl… and I added Valerie too, because I wanted it to be from an 'outsider's point of view… but since everyone's pretty much a stranger I might as well make it an important character… and it ties everything up so nicely! I hope I haven't made anyone overly OOC (everyone's supposed to be slightly, because of Timmy and other stuff that'll be explained) and please tell me if they are and how I can fix that.
There's a little more action, a lot more magic, and maybe more! (As you can see, I'm having fun with alliteration.) But the magic tricks and the hand-shake thing are inspired and influenced by Gosho Aoyama's Magic Kaito and Detective Conan. For the flower thing, Kaito's first known trick was making a flower appear… I wanted to improve on that and make the flowers mean something (and since Wanda is actually the one making them appear, it doesn't get too feminine). Buttercup means childish, since one of the few known facts about Principal Ishiyama is that she's a comedian. And the blue periwinkles' meaning was said above.
Sorry for cutting you guys off again, and not bringing Phantom or the Masked Magician in yet, and for making this too long. (Whoa… I just realized I'll be uploading this on Valentine 's Day… what is up with me and holidays?) Thank you for reading and for those of you who have reviewed:
mystery writer5775: Not quite… though you were close, and I guess this isn't exactly what you would call 'updating sooner'… thank you, and Happy Valentine's Day!
MayaAlexia: Yeah… that was probably him… I mean, who else do we know that can freeze water pipes (though now that I think of it Klemper can freeze stuff too… Ghost Powers aren't all that original are they?) And no… Timmy won't be hospitalized on his first (or second, just to reassure you) day
Hordak's Pupil: Well, Timmy doesn't get to deal with ghosts quite yet (that's in the next chapter) but hopefully you won't be disappointed. Thank you for the support, Happy Valentine's Day!
Superheroes Fanatic: Thank you so much! I liked doing the prologue too… I was very emo when I wrote it… so I'm glad someone else liked it.. thanks for the support.
Dannyphantomfn2: Thank you! I love twitching too… and hopefully I'll be able to keep up the work so it continues to S0und really cool/interesting.
Thanks to those who favorite-d and reviewed, love you all! Please review! ((Insert shameless begging))
See you again in Amity Park!
