WHOO! PRESIDENT'S DAY WEEKEND! MORE TIME TO WORK ON THIS *Does victory dance*
Well, anyway, I gotta get to bed quick. Here's the next chapter.
Challenge Topic #55: Oops Character(s): Jazz, Danny Fenton, Skulker
After I had just finished dinner, I headed upstairs to finish my homework. Today has been really boring. I only reviewed my lessons at school the entire day and I was eager to do some ghost hunting tonight.
"Jazz?" a voice asked behind me. I turned around to face my brother Danny.
"What?"
"Do you have a history book I could borr-"
A wisp of breath came out of his mouth. Yes! This was my chance.
"I'll be right back, Jazz." Danny said as he headed toward his bedroom.
"Wait!" I called. "Take me with you! Can I join this fight? Please?"
"Jazz, I-"
He looked at me again.
"…Fine," he finally said. "But you need a weapon."
Danny glanced at a clock nearby.
"I'll give you ten seconds to find a weapon to bring. If you don't find one by then, I'm going alone. No acceptations." He said. I wasted no time. I spun around quickly, ran through the kitchen and rushed into the lab.
Good thing Mom and Dad weren't home yet.
I grabbed the handle to the Weapons Vault and opened it. I grabbed the first object my hand touched and jogged back upstairs.
"Going Ghost!" I heard Danny say as he transformed.
"I'm here!" I yelled, bursting into the room. Danny turned around and stared.
"Sheesh, Jazz, I didn't mean to be so literal! Calm down." He said as he grabbed my arm and floated out the window.
"That's your weapon?" he asked pointing at my hand. I looked. The weapon I held was a bat with the word "Fenton" on it, or in other words, the Anti-creep stick. I sighed and I shifted myself in a more comfortable position.
"Better than nothing." I said to myself.
We flew across town and landed in the Casper High football field.
"There you are." Said an all-too-familiar voice.
"I will finally catch you, ghost child, and hang your pelt on my wall." (Ew) Skulker said as he phased from the ground.
"Ghost X! We meet again!" I yelled at the ghost, as I got my bat ready. Danny palm-slapped himself.
"Okay, what the heck did she just call me?" Ghost X asked confused. Danny turned to me.
"For about the one millionth time, Jazz, his name is 'Skulker' not 'Ghost X'."
Ghost X, er, I mean, Skulker blinked at me. Then he snapped back into reality.
"Let's get back into business, shall we?" he said to Danny as he shot a missile at him.
"Danny! Look out!" I shouted, pointing at the projectile.
"I know! I kno-" Danny began before he got hit by the missile. I flinched.
That was going to leave a mark.
"Jazz, why don't you just hit him with the creep stick when defeat-I mean, weaken him, okay?"
"Fine." I pouted as I walked to the bleachers. Danny turned and fought Ghost X. I stared at their fight until my eyes grew heavy…
Thirty Minutes later…
"Jazz! Jazz! Wake up, Jazzy-pants!" Danny, back in human form, called as he shook me awake.
"Wah? Did I miss something?" I asked him, instantly getting to my feet. I looked around for Ghost X, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Danny, what happened to Ghost X?" I questioned. Danny sighed again.
"His name is 'Skulker' S-K-U-L-K-E-R." Danny spelled out.
"Where is Skulker?" I corrected.
"I caught him already."
"WHAT?"
Danny rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well, you seemed to be enjoying your sleep and I didn't want to wake you…" he drifted. I hung my head.
"Hey," he said, holding the Thermos up to my face. "I captured him in here. If it helps, you can hit the Thermos as many times as you want."
I embraced him.
"You're the nicest brother a person can ask for!" I said to him. Danny tried to hide his grin, but failed miserably. I pulled away from him, grabbed the bat and got ready to swing. Danny held the Thermos I front of me.
"Ready?"
"Ready." I replied back. I closed my eyes and swing as hard as I could.
BAM!
I peeked an one eye open, searching the field for how far I hit the Thermos. I couldn't spot it. I turned next to me to find that Danny was gone too.
"Danny?' I asked the air.
"H-here!" he said weakly, raising a hand.
I looked down on the ground slowly and covered my mouth in shock. Danny was sprawled on the ground, paralyzed.
"A-a-are you o-okay?" I asked, worried.
"Don't worry." He assured me. "I've been through worse."
Danny tried to get up, but clutched he head and fell again. Not knowing what to do, I picked him up (which I haven't been able to do since he was 3) and slowly walked home.
When we arrived, the house was still empty. I went upstairs and placed Danny on his bed and the Thermos on his nightstand.
"Thanks Jazz," he said smiling. As I was leaving the room, I remembered something.
"I forgot the punch line." I said, before shutting the door.
"And what might that be?"
"Oops."
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