Oh, by the way…each Story Arc will be five chapters each. So, two more chapters in this Arc. All Story Arcs will be posted in this one story, as usual in my stories with such a format.

CHAPTER 3

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The Nasty Burger was the most famous fast-food establishment in the United States. It wasn't as famous up in Canada or in any other place in the world, but to the U S of A, it was a Godsend, supposedly. Originally, it was to be entitled the Tasty Burger, but some kids went and changed the banner of the very first Nasty Burger…and they stuck with it.

Samantha Manson had been one of the kids who had assisted in the switching of the T with an N. Nobody except her and some old goth friends of hers knew this, said goth friends being a part of the group. She hadn't seen them in quite a while…though she only missed one of them, a very good friend of hers. Sam hadn't told either Danny nor Tucker much about her old friends: only that they existed and they were goth last time Sam had seen them, which had been over two years ago, when she was thirteen-years-old.

"Hey, guys." Danny sat down beside Sam. She jumped a little, startled from her thoughts. "In case you're wondering, yes, I escaped Dash unscathed." He smirked and spoke in a heroic tone, "I, Danny Fenton, once again outsmarted the dreaded Dash Baxter!"

"Good job, hero boy." Sam sarcastically quipped, "If you're hoping for a medal, here, take it." She pushed her fries over to him.

"Sweet." Danny noted happily, eating a handful of fries.

Tucker, sitting across from them, rolled his eyes a little. He then pointed out, "Hey, it was my idea for you to hide!"

Danny shrugged, "Yeah, well, thanks, I guess. You're just lucky that dumpster was empty, or I would have hurt you by now. Badly."

"Yeah," Tucker agreed smugly, "you would have done badly trying to hurt me."

"Shut up." Danny mumbled, annoyed. He ate another fry, devouring it in seconds.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Hungry, Superman?"

Danny replied, swallowing, "Yes, and stop making the superhero jokes."

Tucker pointed out, "Well, you seem like the perfect secret identity. Unpopular, scrawny, into comic books…"

"Gee, thanks." Danny sarcastically spoke, "I feel very much better about myself now. How can I ever repay you, Tuck?"

"A fry?" Tucker had finished his french-fry-ey awesomeness already.

"In your dreams." Danny responded coolly, eating another fry as he moved the rest of them away from the techno-geek's reach. Tucker crossed his arms and sighed over-dramatically.

"Anyway," Sam spoke, "you guys ready for tomorrow?"

Danny asked, "What are we doing?" He shoved another handful of 'french-fry-ey awesomeness' into his mouth.

Sam shrugged, "I dunno'. Maybe we can go see that movie…what was it, Tucker? The one you wanted to see?"

"Um…Dead Teacher?" The techno-geek guessed after a moment.

"Yeah, that's the one." Sam smirked, "It sounds great. And gory."

"Great," Danny sighed. He was already finished the fries. "Well, I don't have anything better to do. Besides, I'll just hide behind Sam if the movie gets too scary." He smirked.

"So much for 'Superman'." Tucker noted. Sam snickered. Danny just glared a little.

Ah, a day in the life.

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"I can't believe it didn't work." Jack mumbled, sulking. He and Maddie were sitting in the kitchen of the Fenton household. Maddie was sitting beside him, soothingly rubbing his back.

"Oh, honey…don't worry, we'll get it next time…" The blue-jump suited woman consoled. Maddie then added, "Maybe we just got the calculations wrong. Let's go check them…would you like that?" She smiled lovingly.

"Yeah, ok!" Jack smiled happily, "Maybe I made a mistake! You know how bad I am at math!"

Maddie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I know."

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20 years earlier, the year 1984…

"I'm tellin' you Jack, it won't work." Vladimir 'Vlad' Masters, an eighteen-year-old with messy black hair and wearing a white lab coat said to a younger-Jack.

Jack replied, "Bogus, V-man, it totally will!"

Vlad sighed, "Well, if you say so…"

Jack laughed, "Yeah…besides, when have I ever been wrong?"

Pause.

"Don't answer that." Jack corrected.

"Oh, you two." Maddie Sampson (soon-to-be-Fenton, though she didn't know it, yet) giggled, "Come on; I'll check the calculations. Vlad, watch the portal, please?" She smiled sweetly at Vlad.

The trio were working on the Prototype Plasma-Powered Portal, a prototype for the Ghost Portal they had wanted to build for so long. All three of them believed in ghosts. Vlad himself was curious about the actual powers more then the ghosts. He always fantasized about what it would be like being able to walk through walls, go invisible…

Vlad blushed and smiled shyly; he had a huge crush on her. "O-ok, Maddie." He walked over to the portal, not knowing that 'Maddie' would be the only nickname for somebody he would ever use again; he then looked through the round hole of the Proto-Portal.

Jack picked up the switch. He asked, "Can I throw the switch, Mads?"

"Well, ok, Jack." Maddie blushed a little. She had a large crush on Jack. It wasn't her fault he was so adorable…

"Woohoo!" Jack quickly flipped the switch…with Vlad still looking into the portal.

The portal exploded with energy, a beam of violet ecto-energy slamming into his face. He screamed in pain and shock, "BOGGGUUUUUUUUUSSSSSS!" When the beam stopped, he collapsed to the floor, falling unconscious.

Jack ran over to his best friend since first grade, picked him up, and rushed him off; Maddie was soon after. They couldn't help but notice the fact Vlad's hair was now white, he was glowing slightly, and he had a sudden burst of acne all over his face, all from the portals energy blast. Still, they couldn't worry about it now. Vlad needed help—now.

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Back in the present, somewhere in Wisconsin…

Vladimir Masters, his hair grayed since the accident, sighed and looking around his office a bit sadly. He had just been thinking about said accident. Thanks to it and the ecto-acne, his social life had been torn to pieces. Well, the acne plus the fact he was in the hospital for a long time both contributed…

Honestly, Vlad hadn't thought about the accident—in detail—for a long, long time. It had been twenty years…twenty years of regret, guilt, and sadness. The only contact Vlad made with the outside world was the rare times he left his mansion.

There were reasons other then just sadness that he didn't leave the mansion often. One of them was that he was scared the world could be in danger if he left. Who knows what kind of dangers he could unleash if he walked out the front door of his massive home. Even with him living like this, as a borderline-hermit, he was a danger.

And there was nothing he could do about it. Absolutely nothing.

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Later that night, Dash was walking down the street angrily, pants in the pockets of his blue jeans and his black jacket zipped up, keeping him warm. Grumbling under his breath, he cursed Fenton.

He was Dash Baxter, the Casper High Ravens' star quarterback! How could a scrawny little punk escape him? Especially Danny Fenton, the son of those two freaky ghost-believing weirdos! Fenton was probably the geekiest geek of geek-ism! Yet, he somehow managed to escape Dash Baxter? The same Dash who had stuffed more nerds in lockers then anyone in Casperious Polterg High history?

Dash sighed; well, his revenge failed this time…but next time, Fenton wouldn't be so lucky. He smirked to himself evilly. Already, a plan was forming in his mind.

Oh, yeah, Fenton better watch out…because Dash Baxter was about to extract Hell on Earth, and not even puny Fenton will be able to hide from him…

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Danny yawned and snuggled closer into the sheets. Rubbing a little bit of sleep out of his eyes, he closed his eyes and concentrated on sleep. He was strangely tired…

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Danny opened his eyes, finding himself in a dark void. Blinking in confusion, he looked around and wondered aloud, "Where…am I?" He got no answer. Gulping, he asked, "Anyone?" He walked forward, a bit awkwardly, as he didn't trust that there was really any ground underneath him. It seemed that there was, but he couldn't see it.

A voice suddenly startled the teenager. "Hello, Daniel."

Danny spun around, clutching at his chest in surprise. The figure was a mysterious glowing form, with light blue skin, crimson red eyes, and a purple robe. It's white aura was enough to create a little bit of light, but not a dramatic amount. Still, Danny was so shocked he backed away a little, stammering out, "Who…wh-who…are you?"

It—he?—didn't respond for a moment, but eventually answered, it's form shifting so it looked like a child, "I…am Clockwork…when you see me again, I'm sure you will not be expecting it. Please, do try to survive through the events about to transpire. Oh…and good luck…especially with the goth girl…"

"What…what are you talking about?" Danny asked, though he had an idea what this being meant. "…Wait, she's not my—!"

"I cannot tell you anything more. I am sorry." Clockwork spoke, turning away. Then—

LINE BREAK

—Danny woke up, sunlight hitting his face painfully. With a groan, he rubbed his temples with his fingers, trying to rid himself of the building headache. Danny only had one thought on mind.

'Why is it, for two nights in a row, I've had crazy dreams?'

END CHAPTER

Wow, the beginning of a few more storylines. The Fenton Portal is revealed to not be working, Vlad making an appearance, and Dash vowing that he will have his revenge someday. Also, when I said Dash is going to extract Hell on Earth, I mean that figuratively, not literally. Yesh. Oh, and foreshadowing in the end! O MAH GOSH WUT CUD IT MEAN?!111!! LOL

…Yesh.

Anyway, review, please? I liketh the reviews…eth.