Author's Note: Heyo guys! You'll never guess who feels reaaaaalllyyy bad about not having this update out. Hehe... its me. But here it is! In all its glory, I give you, 'The Plan Transpired'!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE GRAVITY FALLS OR DANY PHANTOM CHARACTERS!! HOWEVER, ANY OTHER CHARACTER BELONGS TO ME. I OWN KATRINA HARINGTON AND THE RIGHTS TO HER. HAVE A NICE DAY. :)

The man stared at me, his eyes cold and unforgiving. I stood waiting patiently by the shelves holding the many Danny Phantom plushies. Ignoring the suited man's gaze, I picked up a pushie as a sense of recognition passed over me. I couldn't quite place it, but the 'hero' seemed familiar. I've seen his face somewhere...

Just as I replaced the plushie, a dull static charge made my hair stand on end. The man was ready to fight. And so was I. I glanced over at the register, nodding at an excited Mabel. All I had to do now was get the man to go outside to where we could trap him safely. Making sure I caught the man's attention, I moved to the back enterance of the gift shop and exited the building. The warm summer air caught my hair and blew it into my face causing instant annoyance. I pulled my hair back, making sure I got every strand. It was messy, but it would be better this way especially if this ended in a fight. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Dipper pacing back and forth in a patch of flours I recognized all too well. Wolfs Bane wasn't fun for a Lycanthropy diseased being, so hopefully Dipper woudn't bring back any trace of the flower.

"Talia Harrington... or may I call you by your lab title? Wolf, you are hereby under arrest by the authority of the Mistress. Come quietly or we'll be forced to use force." I groaned quietly at the name. They mixed it up again. Using a mixture of my old name, Talia McCady, and my current name, Katrina Harrington. Though I liked the way it sounded, and decided then and there to use it instead. The way it flowed was perfect, and any of the Mistress's workers would know the name already. Especially if this guy knew it.

"I'm sorry to say that the Mistress will have to just suck it up. I'm not going back." I spat in reply. The voice was all too familiar, and turning around revealed it was indeed the man in the suit. "But thank you for the name. I like the way Talia Harrington sounds. Maybe I'll consider that for my next change of name. But here, it's Katrina Harrington."

"Quit resisting. You cannot escape us." He growled, the steely look in his eyes darkening. A metallic gun was pulled from the pocket of the suit and pointed at my face. "Step forwards quietly and I'll be honored to take you in."

"Honored? For taking in the most wanted of the laboratories? Wow, now I feel special! But, I said I wasn't going." I couldn't help but feel proud of myself. I was widely known as the first test subject to escape the Sub-level's labeled X. The lower levels were made specially for the unstable and 'Marked' subjects. I was one of those 'Marked' subjects, which was why I was now facing off to a man in a suit, his eyes gleaming in a proud triumph.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, the man was upon me, wrenching my arm behind my back and kicking me to my knees. I growled in annoyance thinking that this man was a bit more advanced than the other's I had fought. "Katrina Harrington, your rights as a subject are revoked. You are now seen as a public enemy to the laboratories. Your punishment will be decided by the Mistress. Shall we go?" He asked viciously.

"I'd prefer to stay here. The Mistress can find another dog! I swear on Lupus I'll kill her on sight if I have to go back!" Came my reply, equally as vicious. The man grabbed my other arm, handcuffing me. I jerked free, only to have the cuffs tighten around my wrists. I froze immediately, recognizing the Neurotechnology instantly. The man grinned proudly making me sick to my stomach. Where is Dipper? Mabel? Even Tucker and Sam and their weird friend!? Have they abandoned me to my fate? There was no way out of this...

I couldn't even whistle for the plan to even start. They had no idea I was trapped in handcuffs that only grew tighter as I struggled. Risking a movement to stand, I turned to face the man, glaring. He held his handgun close to his body so I couldn't kick it away, and his poise kept me from attacking him directly. I had to be smart about what I was going to do.

And then a rock flew out of nowhere, striking the man's shoulder and knocking him off balance. I took my chance to kick at him, knocking him onto his behind. The cuffs tightened to the point I could no longer feel my hands. A cold liquid ran down my fingers. The only explanation was blood.

I looked for the source of the rock, only to find another one dropped from above. Glancing up revealed a Mabel giggling as she dropped another rock onto the man. He groaned as it hit him, unconscious for now.

"Mabel! I'm so glad to see you right now! Where's..." I started, turning as Sam and Tucker ran around the corner. Dipper was still nowhere to be seen.

"Katrina... we got held back by that Stan guy. We came as soon as we could!" Sam breathed. She frowned, looking between the now bloody cuffs and the man unconscious on the ground. I found it suspicious how easy it was to defeat him, but also found it strange he had seemed more... human than usual.

Tucker made his way to my side, nudging the man's hand. "So, tell me again why this guy was after you?"

"He was going to take me back to my foster mother." I replied simply. It was a technical truth. The Mistress was, but wasn't at the same time, my adoptive mother.

"And that's a bad thing?" Sam asked, folding her arms and popping a hip at me. I narrowed my eyes, nodding. From inside, I heard Soos calling for Mabel and Dipper. Giving me a curious look, Mabel ran off, meeting the disappeared Dipper at the door of the shack. I was left alone with Tucker and Sam, both eyeing me mysteriously.

"Long story short, foster mother is evi, wants me as a way to get what she wants. I'm sick of it so I ran away. No more questions. Lets get rid of this guy..." I kneeled down to look for a key, only to be pulled to the ground. I was dazed, wondering what had happened. A horrid odor reached my nose, causing my gag reflex to start up. Tucker and Sam screamed something, but their words were muffled by a loud bang. A searing pain erupted in my stomach, making me scream in anger and agony.

"You thought we wouldn't notice your tricks!? We could smell them. All your little friends. We held back for their sakes, but you're no fun to fight." The voice was harsh, but belonged unmistakably to the suited man. As if I was in my own personal horror movie, the stench grew until even Sam and Tucker couldn't stand it, and the one who had pulled me down was none other than the rotting remains of the man. Gagging, I kicked him off of me, wondering what had caused the man to rot so fast. And how he had become a corpse. I had never killed him. The sound of Mabel calling someone to the small tv room caused both the man and I to turn our heads. He grinned, revealing crooked and yellowed, pointed teeth.

I had seen something like that in the labs. A Neurotechnology that bound one creature to another, linking their abilities. The rotting corpse was the result of a failed test. Another subject of the Sub-level X. And he was slowly losing his mind. The corpse was another creature the labs had created, rotting to the point it could live past radiation sights. And now they had sent this man to retrieve me.

My thoughts were broken by the shouts of Tucker, who threw something small and rectangular at the man. It struck him broad side of the head, and caused him to turn to Tucker, letting out an unearthly screech. I took that as an opportunity to attempt at freeing my hands, groaning as the circulation was cut off completely in my hands. Sam came to my aid, using a rock she had found to break open the cuffs. I brought my hands up to study my wrists. The cut wasn't too deep but bled quite a bit, making me wonder if they had reached a vain. Easy to fix, but also a pain to clean up after.

Flicking out my knife, I turned to the man, watching his rotten hand release the gun as he charged after Tucker. I hurried to intercept the fight, glaring at the man and pushing Tucker away. The smell was starting to get to my sensitive nose, my wolf side screaming at me to kill the thing or chase it away. A quick slash to the knee and the man was on the ground, writhing and screeching. Yelling at Sam and Tucker to run to the shack, I pulled the creature up and dragged him towards the forest. His eyes rolled back into his head, a silent screen painted across his face. Whatever was going on between the human and the monster was tearing apart the fragile mind of the thing in front of me. He dropped to the ground once I released him. We were alone in a clearing, reminding me of the place I had first met my friend Stephan.

The suited man stank more, but seemed to have recovered, pushing me up against a tree and clawing at my face. I pushed him back, growling lowly and turning a dial on my device. It lit up, asking for a code. With a groan, I remembered it had broken when I had first arrived, the dark corner's of the Dimensional Gateway had destroyed it. Jumping backwards as the man came at me again, his eyes wild in madness.

A bright green ball of some plasma looking substance knocked both the man and I off our feet. Glancing over, I recognized the floating boy as both the one from that time the tree exploded and from the plushie on the inside shelf. Danny Phantom had come to intercept our fight.

Authors note: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed that probably badly written chapter. But it's a step forwards.

Sneak peak of the next chapter's plot:

A mysterious battle, a disappeared Danny, and an unusual suspect... Katrina Harrington feels something is off, and Danny's disappearance seems to point towards the Tent of Telepathy. Dipper and Mabel grow ever more suspicious of Sam and Tucker, who seem to be a little more worried than usual.

Hang in there! I'll have the next chapter out soon!