The Adventures of Spyden: Book One

Disclaimer: HA!! I don't own Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (or any characters in it) or Dexter's 'Ego Trip'. However, I am the creator of Spyden, (who is a main character in the story if you couldn't tell) Brion, Taylor, and Ned.

Author's Note: YAY my first fic. This actually contains two story lines that eventually cross. So, I'll be switching storylines from time to time so be sure to pay attention!!

Anyway, please R&R.

Foster's makes its Third major appearance in this Chapter and takes a majority of the length of it. YAY!!! Also, my Spanish stinks to high heaven; so sorry to everyone if Eduardo doesn't talk much (in Spanish at least) >.

So, far I feel like only three people are reading this story, so if you want you name on here. PLEASE REVIEW!!!

Now on with the story…

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Chapter Five: Chance Meeting

Mac was sitting outside the room Eduardo was still locked in. He has been in there for three days, with not even the slightest noise from him. Just then he felt something; something that made his flesh crawl. He looked around him, but there was no one there. But the feeling still lingered. He thought he heard a voice in the empty hallway, a cold, bloodthirsty voice.

"So you're the root of her problems."

"Who's there?" Mac did not like the idea of a disembodied voice speaking to him, or anyone else for that matter.

"You can hear me, can't you?"

Mac didn't answer, hoping this thing would just leave. But his face had said enough. He then saw it; a mist appeared from behind him. Though it startled him, he somehow couldn't scream. In fact, he couldn't move.

"Nonetheless," the spirit lifted a finger and ran it under his chin, then he…licked his finger as at returned, "You will soon have enough to satisfy me."

This mist disappeared into the air, and Mac fell to the floor in relief. 'Who was that guy…' he tried to think further, but the encounter with that thing did a good job at screwing up his thinking process. He stood up again, regaining his composure somewhat quickly as a flush sounded. Bloo walked out of the bathroom and over to his creator waiting or him.

"So, want to play Frisbee?"

"Sounds great." Mac and Bloo strolled down the hallway and started to pass Duchess's room when it happened again. The same feeling he had minutes earlier, coming from inside the room. He froze; he heard that heartless voice again. Bloo turned around and gave Mac an interested look.

"Hey Mac, what's up?"

"Do you hear anyone inside of that room?"

He pressed his head against the door, "Only Duchess, but she's talking to herself. Probably telling herself how beautiful she is." Bloo had already forgotten about what he saw yesterday, which actually might have been for the better.

"Anyone else?"

"Nope, common, let's go!!!" Bloo ran over, grabbed Mac's hand, and sped down the stairs outside.

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Duchess watched the flashing screen of energy in from of her. She had seen Mac terrified from just the sound of his voice. She was impressed, but she didn't look that way. She held an emotionless face as the mist re-entered the room.

"So, what do you want me to call you, or should I just call you 'idiot'?"

"You can refer to me as Ned. And, by far, YOU are the 'idiot' here. You have had so many opportunities to destroy Mac one way or another and you let all of them slide under your nose."

"So tell me, genius, what do you have in mind?"

"Nothing much, we're just going to let the extremeosaur do all the work for us." Duchess didn't look convinced. "You just have to get the key, and I'll do the rest."

"Why are you doing this, hm? I don't think I need your help in bringing down that little brat and his blue creep."

"Because it's MY job to cause destruction, wherever I go…" a smile spread over his face and soon Duchess had one as well. Then the maniacal, evil laughing came from the room as they devised their plan to make life miserable for lots of people.

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The White House (in the other dimension)

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The president gritted his teeth as he slouched in his comfortable mahogany chair. 'Everything I try just isn't bringing him down.' Agent busted in,

"Sir, I have some good, bad, and interesting news---which do you want first?"

"The fourth to the last one…" the president's tone not very hopeful.

"Well, it seems that our latest air strike force has been destroyed…"

"Wait, let me guess, the cyborg destroyed them easily and got away."

"Actually, that's the good news; the cyborg was severely wounded in the battle. We haven't been able to pinpoint his exact location at the moment; something is interfering with his metallic signature." The agent ended. He thought he might have finally got the president on a good foot…

"You've GOT to be kidding!! I want you to get him here NOW!!! DEAD OR ALIVE…Preferably DEAD!!"

'What else is new…oh, wait.' He turned around to face the fuming president again. "um, also we have detected and inter-dimensional rift in some ruins in the Rockies. What do you want to do with it?"

"You can move it?"

"Yes, sir. It's inside of a portrait, a bad one at that."

"Whatever, just get out." Agent spun and quickly left the room.

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Somewhere in the Plains

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"Do you think he'll be ok?" a fourteen year-old asked.

"He should be fine, It's a good thing we found him as quickly as we did.

"Hey, I found him, you can't take ALL the credit, sis!" he fumed.

"Really, this is coming from a boy who couldn't even move him…" she countered with a smile.

"You had trouble with him too."

"Well, anyway, we should be focusing on taking care of him, at least until he wakes up." The older sister went off into the other room.

"Should I try to whip up something to help him?" he sprouted a smile that quickly faded with the reply.

" NO!" she ordered.

"AWW, you never let me have any fun."

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Spyden opened his eyes, no one else was in the room at the moment. He tried to sit up, that didn't get very far though. He felt so much pain trying to sit up, it was almost unbearable. 'Now that I think about it, I should probably be still lying down.' He sighed. He finally took in his surroundings. He was in a room with two large windows in front of him. Then, he saw this giant piece of machinery linked up to his arm, soon realizing it was the same as those you find in the hospital. Other than that and the chair in the corner, the room was very vacant.

The door to the right of him swung open. A tall woman in her mid-twenties appeared in the doorway. She had red hair with hazel eyes, she was well-built, she seemed to workout often, judging by her muscles, but she wasn't a bodybuilder.

"So you're finally up; how do you feel?" she asked.

"Fine, I guess." Spyden now realizing he didn't have a shirt on, but rather a sweater of bandages. His eyebrow rose when he saw it. She must have noticed his expression,

"Oh, yeah, uhh…The bandages were put on by my brother, it was his first time. Would you like anything to drink?"

"No thanks, I'm fine. I do want to know how I got here." Still slightly uncomfortable with the stranger, hardly noticeable to himself though.

She pondered this a moment, when a younger boy busted in. "I know the answer!!" a shorter, less muscular boy popped in. He had reddish-orange hair with grayish-blue eyes. These were behind a pair of frameless glasses. He was a tad shorter than Spyden, and had an anxious 'I-know-the-answer-for-once' look. Spyden guessed he was smarter than he looked, by the lab-coat and the high-tech looking gauntlets he wore.

"Well, we were minding our own business, when suddenly these fighter planes zoomed overhead. So I started running toward the action, when I tripped over something; that's when I saw you. Then, I dragged you back up here and fixed you up. Then--"

"Wait a minute, you're saying that you, YOU," she laughed, "You couldn't lift anything heavier than a book!" She turned to Spyden, who looked rather relaxed, "Look, he tripped over you, got me to carry you into this room, he fixed you up, WITHOUT my permission," she shot a glare at her brother, who flinched a little, "so I had to make due through the bandages to help your injury." She finished with a smile.

"WHAT!!! That is soooo NOT what happened!"

"You maybe smart, but not smart enough to realize that you suck at lieing."

"And what if I wasn't lieing, huh? What then?"

"I don't see anyone your size successfully moving anyone HIS size up a HILL."

"You forget that I can do anything…"

"Yeah, except put a bandage correctly on someone…"

Meanwhile, Spyden had to try very hard to keep himself from cracking up. He had been needing a bit of relief from the carnage he had been through. However, he couldn't shake the thought that these two seemed familiar. Somehow…

The sibling rivalry had escalated into a physical bout since he last looked. The boy was pulling at her mouth and her arm, while the girl had his ear and was holding him back with the other hand. Spyden decided to intervene.

"Uh, um, I think I got the picture. My name is Samuel, but you can call me Spy, unless you want to get hurt." He started cheerfully, hoping the other two would bite on the conversation change. The two stopped for a second and shifted off each other and introduced themselves.

"My name's Taylor, or 'T' for short." The older one said.

"And my name's Brion." The younger one chimed in.

"I think I'm going to get some fresh air."

"I'll come with you." Brion jumped up, "Plus, you might get lost."

"In the plains?"

"I'll explain later…" the two walked through the house to the front door. Other than the room he was in, it looked like a typical ranch-style house; until he walked outside with Brion. He turned back to see the house, and…it wasn't there…

"Uhhh, where'd the house go?" Spyden asked, now VERY confused.

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Foster's

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"So what do we do now?" Mac asked between chuckles. They had a good game of ultimate Frisbee going until Coco swallowed it.

"OH OH OH, I know, I know, we can go to the movies!!" Bloo bounced.

"Any good movies out?" asked Wilt.

"I heard 'Ego trip' is on." Mac said.

"I've been wanting to see that one!! Common, let's go ask Frankie if we can go." They all ran inside like some kind of race (except for Wilt) and found Frankie in the Kitchen cooking dinner for all five-hundred friends in the house.

"Hey Frankie, Can we go to the movies? We want to see 'Ego trip'. Oh, and we'll need money for snacks." Frankie quickly rinsed her hands,

"Sure let me get the money and keys to the bus, I'll drive you there." A few moments passed until Frankie asked them, "Have you seen the keys, guys?"

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A/N: HI again!! Well, this chapter was fun to type up (go figure). Can you put two and two together in this chapter? Also, for those of you who don't know, 'Ego Trip' was the only feature-length movie made for Dexter's Laboratory. It came out SUCH a long time ago (not to theaters though). It was a good movie, really funny too. Please review, no one has reviewed in a while and I feel kinda lonely...

Next Chapter: Trust to Death: Spyden revisits his past when wandering around the area. While Brion and Taylor are left to decide if he can be trusted. Also, Mr. Herriman has the entire house searched for the missing keys. Who will be found guilty of losing or even STEALING the keys?

FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. AND PLEEEEEAAAASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bye ;D