Drabble 101

Hey! Thanks so much to my reviewers of the last one, shadowspinner1, Secret Spy Guy, and Boxy! Boxy is my sister. Her real name on here is BOC42. She's really weird! Stay away from her, stay away!!!! Anywho, here's the next one!

Lint

"Psst, Danny!" A hushed whisper called from out of the darkness.

"Huh, what?" Danny asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Danny!" It said again.

"Who's there?" He asked.

"It's me!"

"Who's 'me'?"

"Just turn on the light, you dolt!"

"Uh..." Danny flipped his lamp switch. A glow filled the room, and Danny looked around. There was no one there. But no one seemed to want to talk...

"I don't see you..." Danny said.

"Down here!" It called.

"What?" Danny asked, glancing down to the floor.

"No, you idiot, under the bed!!"

"Oh..." Danny leaned down and stared under the bed. He didn't see anything down there, except an old sneaker, a HUGE lint ball, a demented stuffed teddy bear, and a sock.

"I still don't see anything..." Danny said.

"I'm over here! You looked right at me!" Came the voice again. Danny noticed that as it spoke, the lint ball moved in time with the words.

"Lint?" He asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, that's right! I'm lint!"

"Lint? As in, what you'd find in your pocket or something?"

"Yeah! Except spelled L-Y-N-T!"

"Um... I didn't know lint could talk..."

"Of course we can! What did you expect?"

"I'm not sure, but definitely not this..."

"Well sorry for disapointing you!"

"No, I didn't mean it like that, it's just..."

"I know, I know... you find it all very disturbing. Most people do. We are lint after all..."

"What do you mean, 'we'?" Danny asked.

"What, you thought I lived under here alone?" He replied.

"Um... I didn't think you lived under here at all actually..."

"Think again, buster. There's a whole bunch of us down here!"

"Oh... I don't know what to say..."

"I do! Go downstairs." It commanded.

"Why?"

"Because the dryer is done!" Lynt said.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Man, you ask a lot of questions... It means that there is more lint in the rack in the dryer!"

"And what do you want me to do about that lint?"

"Bring it up here of course!"

"OK..." Danny trailed off. He got off his bed. He had no idea as to why he was taking orders from a lint ball, but he guess he'd better do it anyway. If there was more than one...

Danny returned a few minutes later with the rack from the dryer.

"Good, good! Now give it to me!!!" The voice demanded, streching out a fluffy grey hand from under the bed.

Danny set it down and watched the hand snatch it.

"Can I go back to bed now?" Danny asked.

"Excellent... excellent!!! Oh, yeah, you can go back to bed."

The next moring...

"Danny!" His mom called. "What on earth are you doing with parts to the dryer in your

room?"

Dude... I need a life!! LOL. Anywho... Please review!

Thanks to my beta-reader, Kenna!!!!!

This chapter was dedicated to: My sister, who wanted the lint fic so freaking badly, that she almost wrote it herself. And she doesn't do Danny Phantom. Also, it's dedicated to those HUGE lint balls underneath our beds that speak to us. 0o