Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly OddParents or Danny Phantom.
Author's Note: Constructive criticism welcomed, particularly on characterization.
Desirable Dame
Norm wanted to know more about his master, and ghosts, so he could trick her, escape his lamp, and finally get revenge on Turner. So, he decided to follow her on her next ghost-hunt – which was right now.
Valerie was flying through the sky in her demonic ghost-hunting suit, and so far hadn't encountered any ghosts. Yet.
Norm groaned. His master had a cool suit, but watching someone fly eventually got boring if they did nothing else.
So, Norm shifted his attention to some green smoke that had just came out of a wishing well. There wasn't anything more interesting, was there?
Definitely not, Norm thought, as the smoke turned in a shagadelic genie dame with skin the same color as the smoke. The smoke, and the dame that had come from it were definitely the most interesting things there.
The dame spurted green smoke from her hands, turning the person in front of her into something.
Norm frowned. Genie magic did not work like that. Or at least not any genie magic he'd heard of.
Genies snapped their fingers to do magic. The magic was expressed in a GONG.
They did not spurt green smoke from their hands.
"You're going down, ghost!"
Norm groaned. It was so obvious, why'd he miss it? The genie dame was actually a ghost dame – a shagadelic ghost dame – but still a ghost dame.
Valerie swooped toward the ghost, and started firing at it.
"You wish to defeat me," said the ghost in a frigid, haunting voice.
"Yeah, ghost," replied Valerie. "I do."
"I won't grant your wish though," replied the ghost sinisterly. "Unless, you phrase it as a wish, but please don't. I have no desire to be defeated, after all."
"Neither do I," replied Valerie. "Luckily for you, I have my own genie, who I don't trust at all, so I won't wish you defeated."
Norm winced at the insult. Being called 'my own genie, who I don't trust at all' in front of a shagadelic dame went beyond embarrassing.
"Foolish mortal, I am the only ghost-genie in existence," said Desiree, her voice clear, frigid, and lordly.
Norm grinned. Well, that lessened the embarrassment. He'd ask her out for a date, and give her a shag, if she believed he existed (and if Valerie hadn't acted like a cruel, bizarro version of the embarrassing parents that some kids have.)
"Who are you?"
Norm's blood metaphorically froze to the temperature of the ghost's voice.
"Norm the Genie," he said. "The magical, awesome, wish-granting, shagadelic, swinging genie!"
"Do you belong to the Red Huntress?"
"Uh…" said Norm, wondering who she was. Then, he glanced at Valerie. She was wearing a cool red suit, and hunted ghosts. "Yeah, I do."
Desiree smiled sinisterly. She figured that Norm didn't like being owned by humans.
During the ghost Christmas party, there was much discussion of the Red Huntress. If they didn't want to get wasted, the ghosts decided, they'd have to take her down.
"What do you think of the Red Huntress?"
"Uh, she has a cool suit, she's human, she has total control of me," said Norm. "My second point would make my opinion about her very clear, if you knew me well. But, since you don't, so I'll tell you: humans are exploitive idiots."
Perfect.
"Us ghosts hate her too, Norm," Desiree replied in a seductive tone. "She abhors us. She wants to eradicate us."
"What do you think of Timothy Tiberius Turner?"
"Nothing."
"What do you think of me?"
Desiree smiled sinisterly. The genie's desire for her would be the perfect thing to use to manipulate him into defeating the Red Huntress.
"I think that you're intelligent, and cunning," replied Desiree seductively. "You're handsome, and strong. I find it hard to believe that you haven't escaped your master yet. If you wanted to, you could kill her with a re-interpretation of a wish. If you do…"
Her tail intertwined with Norm's in a suggestive manner.
"Kill her?" asked Norm. "I'd much rather trick her into wishing me free – obviously!"
Desiree moved her tail to Norm's chest, and she felt his heart beat miles a minute.
"Alright, dame," said Norm. "I'll kill her."
Desiree smiled sinisterly. Her beauty was perfect for ensnaring the hearts of men, and convincing them to do her whims, though it didn't prevent her from losing her sultan.
Compared to her sultan, Norm was nothing. Nothing but a tool to use to take down the Red Huntress.
