ShadowKingLegette falls through the ceiling and lands hard onto the carpeted floor. He would cry over it but real men don't cry when they feel pain. So why is there tears in his eyes? Because people Fav, Review, Read, and/or Follow his work even though he had no updates in over a month.
Now onto the replies...
To (Strykir): You will look forward to every chapterer because I said so.
To (devilzxknight86): That hinges on whether or not I decide to add... Oh I see what you did there. Trying to lull me into spoiling stuff. Well I'm not falling for it.
To (The Champions): *remembers when I had the story on my computer untouched for a long while because I thought people might not like it*
To (Halofan2117): *salutes* You got it boss!
Early morning at the Fenton household, after Jazz had left for school, Jack Fenton with a cup of freshly brewed coffee in hand smiled proudly staring at the inactive but reassembled Ghost Portal before him.
"Ever since the incident with that ghost girl I never thought I'd fiddle with the Fenton Portal again." Jack mused to himself. "I can't believe its been so long. Almost feels like reuniting with a friend I haven't seen in over 10 years."
"I know what you mean," said a woman's voice from behind which prompted the man in the orange jumpsuit to turn around and see Maddie approach in her custom designed pregnancy blue jumpsuit.
As soon as she closed the distance, Jack wrapped an arm around her. Then they took in the sight of the Ghost Portal together while smiling.
"The thought of continuing with our research after Danny died was unthinkable."
"At least now we know that our boy is ok living as ghost. Not only that, we'll be able to see him again once I turn this thing on. And its all thanks to Vladdie."
"Speaking of turning the portal on, before you do, how about installing a ghost detection system so we know when a ghost comes through?"
"Already ahead of you honey," said Jack pointing upwards with his coffee mug which the pregnant mother followed with her eyes. At first glance, one might have assumed it was ordinary lightbulb. But to Maddie Fenton it was a lightbulb with the letter 'F' on it. Which meant that there was more to it than meets the eye.
Maddie shifted her gaze to the confident smiling man with raised a brow and had begun to ask, "You installed the...?"
"Yep. The Ecto-Detecto. I found it in the shed when I was looking for screws and bolts."
"But I thought it didn't work."
"I did too until I figured out what was wrong with it."
"And what was the problem?"
The man coughed out in embarrassment.
"Well... as it turns out, I forgot to uh... insert the internal battery when I put it together last time..."
"That's funny. I think I remember you assuring me that you made sure that nothing was left out and no piece missing."
Jack shrugged uneasily.
"I guess I was in a hurry when I told you that...? I don't know. But anyway, that's the past and now is the present."
"Be that as it may I want to do a follow up check. We wouldn't want any hiccups in case something awful happens."
The same dark thought crossed their minds. They didn't need to utter it aloud because having lived through the horror once was enough to make both parents more self-aware of the consequences of one's mistakes.
With a grim expression, Jack said, "Good idea honey. After all, you're more metticulous than I am." Then he yawned. "Besides, staying up all night took something out of me and I don't have energy to do it myself. Well anyway, I'm gonna get some shuteye. Goodnight er... morning sweety."
After smooching her on the cheek, Jack left the lab.
Sometime after that, inside the Ghost Zone at a realm that was reminiscent to a kingdom of the middle ages, a young ghost of a man with a pointed chin, red eyes, pale blue skin, long dark silvery gray hair, and sharp fang like teeth made his way into the courtyard. Once he had, he spotted a fair young woman on her knees by a flower bed located in the center of the area. She had light green skin, red eyes, long blonde hair which is gathered into a French braid. Also, she wore a two-toned light blue princess-style dress with long sleeves and a green band around the waist, light blue flats on her feet, purple lipstick, a blue headband, and a amulet made of pure gold around her neck.
"Dorathea," the man called with an unfriendly countenance as he strode towards her.
The young woman known as Dorathea looked over her shoulder with a frown and perhaps a tear or two draping down her undead cheeks. As the man closed the distance between them, she turned her head forward to stare at the flowers once more.
"What are you doing here? You should be by my side as a show of good faith that the kingdom is in capable hands."
"I apologize but I was paying my respects Aragon," answered Dorathea with a sniff.
He raised a brow.
"Tomfoolery? Of course you realize it will accomplish nothing? Moreover, he is not worthy of anyone's prayers."
"Even so he was our father."
"That excrement of a draco was not our father! Most certainly not mine!" hissed Aragon as his pupils turned to slits and steam issued out of his nostrils. "(A Father would know better than to treat his firstborn like the scum of the earth!)"
Dorathea said nothing in response to his statement knowing full-well it would do no good to one such as him. She learned that long ago when they were but younglings. Whenever her brother had differences of opinions regarding certain subjects, such as their father for example, Aragon's anger would boil to the point where he would be a danger to those within his proximity(Including inanimate objects and concrete surroundings). Mainly due to the inherited power of their lineage. Their mother of course would often reprove him for such outbursts. Which kept his quick-temper somewhat in check for many years to come. However, when she had "moved on", the duty of reprover fell solely to their father. He of course was much harsher than his late wife(who merely gave him a verbal tongue lashing in addition to subservient chores).
A cat of nine-tails to the back would be Aragon's newfound punishment.
It took some time before the man with the pointed chin calmed down. Once he had, his eyes reverted back to normal.
"Do what you will Dorathea, but don't be forever with this foolishness," Aragon said followed by walking away in an angry stride. No doubt the topic of his recently passed 'not-father' irritating him to his core causing the pressure of the blood in his ghostly veins to build somewhat.
The maiden looked up into the gloomy sky and locked fingers together before engaging in a prayer.
"Oh Father, I wish you preeminent joy in the great mystery beyond that of the ecto-life. Please greet Mother with a harmonious kiss and give her a loving hug on behalf of me and Aragon. I know he and you did not have the best of relationships while you were present with us but please find it in your heart to watch over him as he guides our kindom into the future; just as our noble ancestors always have throughout the centuries during your reign. Rest well and be comforted."
In the next moment a concentration of energy descended from the sky and hit the ground before Aragon. The force of the impact was enough to send him flying back into the flower bed.
"Ugh!" groaned the ruler.
"Aragon?!" exclaimed Dorathea with widened eyes. And then she heard a chuckle from above. Right away, the maiden rose to her feet and looked up into the sky. Spotting the outline of the figure of a ghost with a standing U-shaped hairdo and a high collar cape that had a white exterior in addition to red interior lining she asked, "W-who are you?"
"Me?" the dracula-looking ghost smirked with glowing purple fists. "I am the bane of your after-existence. Call me Plasmius."
And then he fired an ecto blast at her. Dora raised her guard at the last second but was struck by the attack.
"Agh!" she cried.
Aragon quickly recovered and rose to his feet as he drew his sword.
"I don't know who you are, but you will pay for your actions!"
Leaping off the ground, he soared into the air. When the ruler had closed the distance, he swung his sword diagonally with both hands. But his adversary was quick and dodged the attempt.
"Oh please," yawned Vlad. "That butterknife couldn't cut a wet paper towel."
And so when Aragon tried to run the billionaire through, Vlad vanished at the last possible moment with a fading cackle.
Down on the ground, Dorathea picked herself up with a groan. After coming to her feet, she gazed upward to find Aragon looking around the sky for any signs of the dracula-looking ghost. And so did she.
"Behind you," a voice whispered in her ear.
Dorathea froze before feeling a hand clasp onto her shoulder. Following that, electricity coursed through her being.
"AAAGH!"
As soon as he heard it, Aragon quickly shifted his gaze downwards.
"(There!)"
The maiden collapsed to the ground and Vlad set his sights back on the other.
"I have to say I was expecting much more of a fight," remarked the dracula-looking ghost stepping across the girl and taking a few steps forward. "Perhaps the kingdom has been left in unsuited hands?"
That did it for Aragon and his temper flared.
"You have the gall to question MY position upon the throne!? I will have your head skewered on a spike!"
Eyes drastically changing to slits, skin shifting to that of harden black scales, and a tongue forking while stretching out to mimic that of a snake's, Aragon was in the process of undergoing a transformation into that of a mythical creature. His size increased as a set of wings sprouted from the trapezius area of his backside.
Once his metamorphosis was completed, Aragon bellowed an incandescent roar and exuded fire from his mouth in Vlad's direction. Vlad narrowed his eyes slightly in tandem with the broadening smile on his face as he summoned an prism glass case from the shroud of his cape and chucked it into the inferno rage. The protective enchantment activated immediately before the flames engulfed the entire thing.
However, Aragon's fire proved more than a match for the spooky defense mechanism and soon the protective enchantment faded followed by the glass encasing exploding. A lone skeleton key fell to the ground before Vlad's feet and he soon picked it up.
"That was easier than I had anticipated," the halfa remarked observing his new treasure.
"ROOOAR!" the dragon landed and smacked Vlad with his spiked tail.
"UGH!" exclaimed the billionaire dropping the key and crashing hard into a stone wall not too far away.
It took him a second or two to shake off the hit he should have saw coming. If only he had payed better attention instead of being distracted by the key. Speaking of which, he checked his palm and found it missing.
"Where did it go?!"
Pulling himself out of the indent in the wall, his eyes quickly scanned about possible locations where the key could have fell. Right away, Vlad spotted it a foot or two in front the angry dragon.
"(Before I try to recover the key I have to take care of him first...)"
And so the halfa's fists glowed with raw ecto energy as he smirked.
"(This will be a snap.)"
He advanced several steps forward and heard a terrifying roar. A roar that did not come from the black and purple dragon before him.
Shifting his head to the side, Vlad caught sight of a different dragon. It had two toned blue skin, two green horns, a set of wings, and a green spine.
Before the halfa could bounce back from the shock of the sight of a second mythical flying lizard, he was struck by the powerful wave of green fire the creature exuded.
"GAAAH!" Vlad cried being blasted and almost nearly nearly toasted by the insatiable heat. Crashing through several walls, he landed in the moat outside of the kingdom's walls with a heavy splash.
The blue and black dragons wasted no time trying to track him down. Outside the castle walls they looked everywhere minus beneath the surface of the swamp green water. Determining that he was no longer there(or probably faded from the Zone), the dragons returned to the courtyard. Once there, the two regressed to humanoid form in the likeness of Aragon and Dorathea.
"Are you...?" started the maiden approaching her brother only for him to stop her cold in her tracks with a chastening glare.
"WHO TOLD YOU TO INTERFERE!?" Aragon shouted.
She flinched.
"I-I was only trying to help..."
"ARE YOU SAYING YOUR KING IS NOT CAPABLE OF HANDLING ONE MISCREANT?!"
"N-n-never your highness. I just thought..."
"THOUGHT?! IT IS NOT YOUR PLACE TO THINK! UNLESS I COMMAND YOU TO DO SOMETHING, YOU HOLD YOUR TONGUE AND KNOW YOUR PLACE! WITHAL, IT IS BECAUSE OF YOU THINKING THAT HE MANAGED TO ESCAPE!"
"I-I'm sorry," apologized Dorathea getting down on her knees and bowing with her head to the ground. "Please forgive me."
With one last puff from his nostrils, Aragon turned away from his sister.
"From this day forward you shall wait on me hand and foot as a servant. Come."
Astonished, the maiden picked her head with widened eyes as he marched away. Once the news had fully sunk in, she rose to her feet and began to follow him. But not before stepping on something.
"Hm?"
Lifting a foot, she noticed an errie looking key.
After picking it up, she considered looking it over for a few seconds, but her brother called.
"DORATHEA! PICK UP YOUR FEET!"
"Coming!" she replied quickly slipping the key into a pocket followed by hurrying after Aragon.
A minute or two later after that, Vlad pulled himself up onto dry land and coughed several times while in his human form. Once both his feet were clear out of the water, he rolled over onto his back and frowned. His face was bruised severly as was the rest of his body. Though his human attire was soaked, otherwise it was unmarred.
"That could have gone better..."