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Disclaimer: I own Danny Phantom and the Once Ring to Rule Them All Flashplayer series! I also own Wicked, the Packers, the Yankees, my arch enemy as a slave, and the post of President of the United States. For the record, those are all things I wish I had, but I don't. I'm a kid, I don't own squat! Oh, for those who don't know, ORTRTA belongs to Joseph Blanchette, aka Lengedary Frog. He'll explain the rest.
Reviews:
EvilRobotZombieLoofaOverlord: I know. I draw Danny in class, too! It rocks! Mine's Bob Boyle style, though.
josh111888: Thanks! And duh I used the word evil, a lot! It was to express my hatred of alarm clocks! As Sam once said, "I'm a creature of the night doomed to a family of morning people."
purpledog100: Same here. I wonder how hard David Kaufman worked to get that evil laugh down. It took me forever!
Mythic Storm: Oh my gosh, I never noticed that! I was just going for the classic evil Danny with a vampyric twist! Thankees, much!
Tucker's Mayflower: Heya, Maya! Sorry, I've always wanted to say that to you. Who doesn't love them? One of my friends. She hates the idea! Ironically, she's pure evil! Person I'm talking about, you know who you are! I was gonna next time you update your fic! Obviously, though, you won't. At least, not until I nag you! Oh, you nag it to the left, you nag it to the right! You nag it all day, and you nag it all night! I don't own that, either.
Just Plain Insane: Aw, shucks, do you really mean that? Heh. Those reading this, check out the other reviews. I reviewed myself out of sheer boredom. Now I'm replying for the same reason!
Chapter 2
The One Ring…TO RULE THEM ALL!
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In the Ghost Zone, Vlad Plasmius floated outside of a purple door. Where is he? This should have been done hours ago! he thought to himself. As if on que, the door creaked open. A short ghost-man with blue skin, a large nose, red eyes, and white hair just above his ears, as well as a walrus mustache appeared in the doorway. He was wearing leather clothing and an apron. Beads of sweat had formed on his wrinkled forehead, and were soaking his thick, white eyebrows.
"The project you assigned me is complete, Mr. Plasmius, sir," the ghost informed in a deep, hoarse, old man's voice.
"Excellent," Vlad replied. "May I see it?"
"Right this way, sir." The ghost gestured inside of the room, and Vlad flew in, closing the door behind him. Once inside, he instantly wished his ghost costume were short-sleeved. The room was boiling hot. The only light came from the burning fireplace and the furnace in the corner. Obviously this man's cold blooded, the hybrid thought to himself. The room was filled with swords, hammars, anvils, keys, any metal imaginable. I'm sure you've figured out that this ghost is a blacksmith.
The ghost walked over to an anvil in the back of the room, put on a pair of thick gloves, picked something up, and carried it back to Vlad. He opened his fist, revealing a plain, gold ring.
"At last," Vlad murmured to himself. "The ring that will lead me to victory!"
All of a sudden, I appeared (aren't I annoying?). "The one ring…TO RULE THEM ALL!" With that, I disappeared, the two ghosts staring at the place where I'd been standing.
"Okay… Anyway, this ring will draw out the evil in whoever wears it almost instantly. The wearer can take it off, and their dark side will remain in command," the ghost informed Vlad.
"Excellent. And the effects are permanent?"
"Unless the person who you wish to put the ring on is strong willed enough, yes. Though somebody may come along and convince them to change back to good. Just keep whoever it is away from people who know of his or her transformation."
"This should work splendidly. Thank you." Vlad took the ring from the smith's hand, instantly dropping it from the pain of being burned." Ow! $#&, you didn't cool it off, you #$&ing idiot! I'm going to kill you!" Vlad yelled. The smith dropped the ring in water, cooling it off. He then handed it to Vlad with a nervous smile.
"Um…Here you go. Thank you for your time! Have a great day!" he said as he pushed Vlad outsode and slammed the door, locking it. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Glad that's over." With that, he went back to work.
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Yes, folks, Vlad Plasmius cussed! And I appeared, again! I won't do that too often, but if the chapter lacks humor, I'll do it to lighten up the moment. Review, or I shall send swarms of flying monkeys upon you! FLYING MONKEYS, I TELL YOU! And, those who know me in real life (or from other websites) feel free to say hi and praise my glorious work, if you haven't already. BEWARE! AND REVIEW!
