Disclaimer: I in no way whatsoever am associated with Lemony Snicket or Butch Hartman, I do not own Violet, Klaus, or Sunny Baudelaire, I don't own Danny Fenton/Phantom or his friends, no matter how much I want to, blah, blah, blah, you know the drill!
I don't own the quotes from Finding Nemo, Balto 2, or All Grown Up either. In short, I don't own diddly, don't own squat. Diddly squat!
I'm sure you've heard someone tell you that they've "gotten up on the wrong side of the bed" before, which of course has nothing to do with beds, but everything to do with waking up. For me, I wake up on the wrong side of the bed if I somehow manage to get myself suspended from school. For you, it might happen on the day of the school dance, when you spill punch on your crush. For the Baudelaires, they got up on the wrong side of the bed when they woke up on the day of the fire that destroyed their home and family, but today seemed especially bad. Just on this very day alone, they had saved Violet from an unnecessary and ridiculous operation, just barely escaped a menacing fire at a hospital, had to hide in their enemy's cramped trunk, gotten lost in the woods, gotten trapped in a maze in a huge house with a vampire bent on having them for dinner right on their tail, and now they were stuck in a dingy, deserted hallway with someone – or something – walking towards them. The siblings were so scared that they couldn't do anything except scream as whatever was back there came closer. "Don't hurt us!" Violet yelled, shielding her younger siblings as if there was about to be an explosion. "We didn't know that this was your house! Please just leave us be!" She broke down and cried, unable to bear the overwhelming fear she felt.
"I don't want to hurt you," said a familiar voice, and Violet realized that this was the ghost that had somehow helped her earlier. She smiled and said "Who are you?" "It's not really who I am," the voice's owner said, walking into a slightly less dim part of the room. "It's more like what I am." The person's eyes glew a venomous neon green, but not in an uninviting way. The way they shone seemed to be inviting rather than frightening, as if the person were hiding secrets that he or she would not reveal. "Um, Vi," Klaus asked, "Is neon green a natural eye color?" "What do you think?" Violet whispered harshly, then turned back to the person and said "Okay, then what are you?" The person seemed to smile, then said "I am a ghost hunter."
Violet was confused for a moment, first at the fact that she was looking at someone who was an actual ghost hunter, and then at the fact that he didn't really have any tools for the job. In all of the ghost movies she had seen, ghost hunters usually had quite a bit of technology with which to capture the spirit haunting the house, mansion, graveyard, et cetera. This person, however, only had what appeared to be a small, thermos-like object strapped to his back. Was this guy nuts? Violet, being a very polite person, did not ask this, but instead said "But I thought ghost hunters had more tools than that." "Most do," the person said, "but not me." With that, he stepped into the dim moonlight, revealing at long last who he was.
Violet gasped. She had seen this boy before. He had the same stark white hair, the same eye color, and the same black and white jumpsuit. She realized that this was the boy that she had seen in the mirror, but not beside her, and this was the part that confused her the most. How could a ghost hunter be a ghost? "You," Violet said, astonished. "You're the boy from the mirror!" "Yes," the boy replied. "But you weren't there! Just your reflection! How can a ghost take down its own kind?" "I'm not a ghost," the boy replied, "But I'm so close to one that it scares me." "Shuffie?" Sunny asked, which meant "Well, if you're not a ghost, and not a human, then what are you?", and Violet was quick to translate so the boy could understand her. "I," he said with a sly grin on his face, "am a halfa." Klaus suddenly realized something. "Did that kid," he asked, "say what I think he just said?" "A halfa?" Violet answered in confusion. "Yes. There's only one person who is a teenager and ghost hunter and calls himself a halfa," Klaus said, "and not only is he the same person that's all over the news, but he's been wrongly accused, like us, and his name is Danny Phantom!"
Danny raised both hands in the air as if he had just given up a fight. "You caught me. I think I know you three as well. Aren't you those kids who were convicted of murdering that Count Omar guy?" "No," Klaus said quickly. "Well, yes. Well…. Yeah, we are, but we didn't murder anyone!" "Count Omar doesn't even exist; his real name is Count Olaf," Violet said. "He's evil and scary and he's haunted our nightmares for months ever since the day our house burned to the ground, killing both of our parents in it." "Sinistmon!", Sunny added, which meant something along the lines of "And Olaf is the murderer, not us!"
"Oh, my god!" Danny exclaimed, walking towards them. Usually, when someone uses the expression "oh, my god," they're expressing their disbelief and it has nothing to do with any particular religion. "Oh, my. Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Is there anything at all that I can do to help you out?" "Well, this is a part of a maze that we need to escape," Violet explained. We need to get out as fast as possible. The only problem is, the door is way up there. We can't fly, and the walls are much too smooth to climb, so could you maybe help us find a way out?" "Sure, I can fly you up there," Danny said. "I could probably carry all three of you at once. I've only ever done two people before, but the baby's only like what, five, ten pounds max?" "That would be about right," Klaus said. "And we would very much appreciate your help." Sunny crawled over to Danny and said "Sky!" Danny chuckled and said "Okay, hold on!" Violet and Klaus watched the two climb higher and higher in the air, finally reaching the door in the ceiling and letting Sunny crawl through it, then he zoomed back down towards the other two siblings. "Okay, brace yourselves," Danny said, becoming parallel to the floor. "And whatever you do, DON'T run. I don't want to have to chase you two down." Violet ignored her growing sense that Danny would collide with her and her brother and allowed Danny to scoop up both of them and fly them up to the door in the ceiling. Danny followed suit.
"Okay, get ready to fly," Danny said. "You aren't going anywhere," Sidney's voice said, "with MY DINNER!" He roared inhumanly, then launched himself at Danny. "Go!" Danny said. "How do we get down?" Violet shouted over the racket. Danny shoved each Baudelaire off the edge then said, "Just wait a sec!" Fifty feet and twenty thousand screams later, the children were surrounded by a glowing green bubble, followed by Danny's shouts of "Find someone's car! Get in the trunk! No, stop, Sidney!" Several blasting noises ensued. "I will find a way to get to you! Just go without me!" The Baudelaires looked at each other, then ran back through the woods. When they reached the end, they once again saw Olaf's car, but no Olaf. "Just get in the trunk!" Violet yelled, opening the trunk and shoving her siblings inside. After getting inside herself, she shut the door.
As the villains returned to the car and it drove off towards who knows where, I can only tell you two things for certain. The first thing is, Danny did win against Sidney, but never found the Baudelaires again, no matter how hard and long he searched. The second thing is that the Baudelaires, trapped once more in Olaf's cramped car trunk, were not headed anywhere good. Although I have not researched the Baudelaires nearly as much as Lemony Snicket has, it seems that Olaf will always be there, and things will always get worse.
I know, lame way to end a fanfic, but the other ending I had was waaaaaaaay too happy for the story, and it didn't go with the plot anyways. I hope you liked my first fanfic on this site, and I'm sure that there will be many more to come. I've recently been deployed on a job concerning three other orphans and their troubles, so I'm hoping to get these tales out to the viewing public soon. I'm intensly happy that this fic is over and I can move on to others, including some starring a Mr. Danny Fenton/Phantom. Stay tuned!
