Disclaimer: I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-
I know. WTF where are the updates! Well, sorry. Been feeling crappy, along with finals was around the corner. Yes, the Vlad-Debbie thing I made up is based on Arnold. This also isn't very long...but hey...it's an update around finals time for most of you (I believe anyway). Including me.
Danny instantly stiffened when he heard his window break into millions of tiny pieces as Valerie swooped in. In her usual, shoot first, ask questions never, she instantly shot a round of fire at the ghost boy. In response, Danny jumped up into the air, floating there. He dodged another shot before putting up a shield that reflected the blast back at her. Valerie dodged, the blast nearly missing her. Glancing at it to watch it completely burn Danny's nightstand, she then glared at him from under the mask. She fired another blast, which he dodged. It hit the door, and Danny zoomed for the window, only for Valerie to blast him, hitting his side and veering him off course so that he instead slammed into the wall. Valerie flew up at him and shot again, which Danny dodged.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO DANNY?" she screamed, her voice slightly muffed by the mask and barely audible over the loud booms of the huge gun she then set on Danny.
"Nothing I swear!" he cried back, dodging again.
The banter continued until Valerie shot at him again, making him crash into the computer. Danny wasn't sure how much damage his computer had taken, but he felt panicked at knowing the webcam was still on.
"Show's over," Valerie hissed, aiming the gun towards his face, the barrel almost touching his nose, and pulling the trigger at the same time Danny squeezed his eyes shut.
BOOM!
Danny opened his eyes and noticed the smoking camera and webcam behind him. He glanced up at Valerie, who instantly hit him in the temple with the butt of her ecto-gun. Then everything turned black.
The crew behind the scenes immediately began to flutter around, trying to get reconnected or find a way to help. Meanwhile, Sandra and Lance sat frozen, staring into the camera until the cameraman frantically waved for Lance to read the script on the TV to continue the news as normal.
"Sorry for the interruption," Lance suddenly broke the ice. "While our staff tries to get Danny Phantom back on the air, I think you would also be interested in hearing about the recent claims that a college intern at DALV industries has accused Vlad Masters of fathering her newborn baby. Mr. Masters, of course, denies the accusation and agreed to a DNA test."
"That's right," Sandra continued. "The intern, twenty-three year old Debbie Ryans, claims that the father of her adorable newborn son. She claims that she and Mr. Masters had a small fling while interning at his office building."
"Mr. Master released a statement, stating 'I am not the father of this child. Ms. Ryans and I never had any romantic contact towards each other, we simply saw each other around the office. I do wish her and her newborn son all the best.'" Lance quoted the billionaire.
Lance glanced at his boss, who frantically made a sign to go on with the news. He nudged Sandra under the desk, giving her the news as she listed off more about Debbie and Vlad. She seemed to understand, because right afterwards she jumped into the floods in the south. Lance joined in, as they switched to talking about the latest ghost attacks that horrifically damaged an old, abandoned hospital. As the news went on, Lance couldn't help but worry.
Danny woke up to an unfamiliar room. He knew he was tied to a chair, since he couldn't move and was obviously not laying down. Wow, his headache was awful. Oh yeah, he was knocked unconscious.
Unconscious by Valerie.
He panicked, his heart racing madly as he glanced down at himself, before relaxing some. He was still in ghost mode. But did he change back then turn ghost again? He wasn't sure, but the thought made him nervous.
Valerie was on a couch next to him, curled up and in a fit of sleep. Wow, she was beginning to get worse than his dad. His dad never, to his knowledge, slept on the job without his mom being there to keep an eye on things. She had her helmet off, but the rest of her ecto-suit on. An ecto-gun was in her hand, her finger near the trigger. Danny shifted in his binds, but noticed they were glowing slightly. Ghost-proof. He was also in a wooden, heavy dining chair. His ankles, chest, and ankles ties to the back, arms and legs. Shifting again, he attempted to move it. It made a large noise as it scooted on the carpet floor. Danny sighed heavily and blew a piece of his bangs from his hair. He leaned forward and tried to put his weight on his feet, only to suddenly be thrust back so that the chair landed on all fours. Valerie stirred, but didn't wake.
He attempted to stand on his feet again, only to nearly fall forward. He growled as the chair plopped back on all fours again. He heard a banging coming from below.
"Keep it quiet!" the neighbors yelled. Danny winced, but got an idea. He rocked in the chair again, making it plop heavily on the floor. Valerie turned her back to his on the couch and sighed deeply, obvious in a fairly happy dream. The neighbors hit the ceiling again, Danny didn't even consider questioning with what. "If you don't stop I am coming up there Ms. Grey and I WILL TELL YOUR FATHER YOUNG LADY!"
'Now for the finale,' Danny thought. He shifted his entire weight onto the side, the chair slowly tipping before quickly falling hard onto the floor. Valerie's eyes snapped open and quickly turned her attention to Danny. He gave a sheepish grin, which caused her to scowl before closing her eyes and plopping on the couch. Danny felt a bit guilty, noticing the thick bags forming under her eyes and how tired she looked.
Less than five minutes later, Valerie slowly rose to the sound of intense pounding on the door. Valerie changed out of her suit before opening it.
"Keep it down!" a woman in her late-fifties hissed at her, a whimpering toddler on her hip. Behind her was a sleepy-looking young boy, barely older than a toddler. "You need to stop making all that noise, you already made Andy and Joseph miss their naps, so they are going to be very cranky."
"I'm so sorry Ms. Odash!" Valerie apologized frantically. "It won't happen again. I was...working on a project. For school."
"Education is important, but please...if you're going to make a racket do it in another location!" Ms. Odash hissed.
"HELP VALERIE KIDNAPPED ME AND SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" Danny suddenly yelled. Before Valerie could slam the door on her face, Ms. Odash expertly bull-dozed her way inside and stood in shock at the sight of Danny Phantom laying on the floor, tied to a dining room chair.
"Ms. Odash I can explain!" Valerie cried out.
"Sit!" Ms. Odash ordered Valerie.
"But!"
"NOW!"
Valerie slowly moved two steps to sit cautiously in a living room armchair. Ms. Odash brought in her other grandson before locking the door. She sat the two boys on the couch and pulled Danny upright, but didn't untie him.
"I'm calling the police," she told them calmly. The teens panicked.
"You can't! I'll go to jail!" they both yelled at the same time.
"I'm sorry Valerie, but you are obviously holding somebody against their will, which is illegal," Ms. Odash calmly explained to her. "As for Phantom...I am not a supporter, but I'm not against you either. I'm not sure what charges are on your head, but as the victim, you still need to stick around so that a proper report can be issued on this...incident."
Valerie glared at Danny, who winced and took to looking at the two boys, both staring curiously at him. Ms. Odash walking to the phone on the kitchen wall before picking it up and dialing. She constantly kept her eye on the four in the living room as she notified the police.