WoM- 'makes face,' This is the LAST time I update two stories on the same day! 'sighs' anywho, enjoy the chapter!
"For how many things, which for our own sake we should never do, do we perform for the sake of our friends."
-Marcus Tullius Cicero
Scene 6
"WHAT?" Electra screeched, horrified. "EVERYTHING?"
"That's right, Miss Lunette," Garfield said grimly, "All of your possessions were destroyed. Along with Mr. Brown's and Miss Francis',"
"But… HOW?" Electra sputtered.
"As far as we can tell, it was vandalism. Ghosts, Miss Lunette, and plenty of them. It was caught on camera, if you'd like to see…" Electra fumed silently to herself.
"No, Garfield," She said through gritted teeth, "That's fine,"
"It was the same ones that Danny Phantom saved me from," Mandy piped up, "I've already seen the footage. And the message,"
"Message?" Electra frowned, "What message?"
"The once written on the walls," Derris said, laughing to himself, "You know, it's actually kinda funny to know that instead of blood, ghosts write in Facial Creams,"
"WHAAAAT!" Electra roared, "That cost me $755 a jar!" Electra tantrum did little to help the situation, or quell Derris' laugher.
"Mr. Kimbers will cover the costs of all lost possessions, Miss Lunette," Garfield told Electra, "It was one of the clauses your agent negotiated into your contract. A more pressing matter, though, is lodgings for you three," Electra frowned.
"Why?" She asked suspiciously, "There are other available rooms, aren't there?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Garfield confirmed, "But the message left a threat on your lives." Electra's eyes widened as Garfield handed her a picture of a message that was indeed written in her facial cream.
'Leave Town Now Forget Your Movie
Or Else Not Even The Ghost-Kid Can
Save You Next Time…'
"What is going on here?" Electra exploded, "This is just supposed to be a movie about ghosts, not exactly something vital or earth shattering!"
"Ghost-kid?" Derris frowned.
"Danny Phantom," Mandy offered, "He saved me once already, remember," Derris sighed.
"Mandy, how many times do I have to tell you not to say that in public?" He asked in a tired tone.
"He did!" Mandy said stubbornly.
"It doesn't matter if he did or didn't," Derris said firmly, "No matter which way you claim him to be, good or evil, people on the other side are going to get mad at you, so it's best not to pick a side at all."
"What about standing up for what's right?" Mandy said, glaring, "What about the Truth?"
"What's right doesn't always pay the bills," Derris told her, "And if you wanted the truth, you should've picked a profession other then acting." Mandy opened her mouth to protest again, but Garfield cleared his throat.
"At any rate," He said, "This hotel has been named unfit for your residency, as it is incapable of protecting you from an onslaught of ghosts,"
"So where will we stay?" Electra asked irritable, "This is the best hotel in Amity! If they can't hold back these ghosts, no one can!"
"Well…" Garfield said, flinching, "Not no one, per se…" That stopped all three actors, who blinked at Garfield in confusion.
"Oh?"
"Mr. And Mrs. Fenton say they'll be happy to take in both Miss Frances and Mr. Brown," Garfield continued, "I'm afraid you'll be sharing rooms with the Fenton siblings, but it will be far safer there then in any hotel."
"What about me?" Electra demanded, glaring.
"I'm afraid your living arrangements were worked out before Mr. And Mrs. Fenton's offer, Miss Lunette," Garfield told her, "And Mr. And Mrs. Fenton consented after admitting that their home is full as it is. They have assured us that the Fentons have already supplied their home with a personal ghost shield powerful enough to hold off a small invasion, along with alarms to contact the Fentons in case they can't get to a phone to use the speed dial." Electra's frown turned suspicious.
"And just what is the name of this generous family, Garfield?" Electra asked in a tight voice. Garfield's flinch became more pronounced.
"W-well… Miss Lunette…"
"WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?" Sam screeched, making Danny and Tucker cover their ears in an attempt to save their hearing.
"Just until the documentary is done," Mrs. Manson said quickly, "Please try to be civil, Sammy-kins!" Sam growled.
"CIVIL?" She yelled, "You want me to be civil with that… that…"
"You two used to get along!" Mrs. Manson reminded her daughter. Tucker and Danny both raise eyebrows at that.
"Times change," Sam snapped, "People change,"
"And not all those changes are bad, sweetums!" Mr. Manson told her. "Just give her a chance. Besides, this is a big house, I doubt you two will even have to see each other if you truly wish to avoid one another." Sam's lips pursed together.
"Come on!" She snapped, dragging a surprised Danny down to the den.
"Why is it that you always drag me around and not Tucker?" Danny grumbled slightly.
"Cuz she wants an excuse to have her hands on you," Was the instant response from the tech geek before Sam could say a word.
"TUCKER!" Danny and Sam said in union, blushing.
"Was that out loud?" Tucker asked 'innocently.' Sam glared at him.
"Yes, and if you have any more problems with you're internal dialog, I'll be happy to help," Sam growled warningly. Tucker flinched and held up his hands in a sign of submission.
"Anyways," Danny said, growing serious, "What now?" Sam sighed.
"I don't know," She admitted, "Sorry, Danny, I guess we'll have to cancel the training thing."
"Training can wait, Sam," Danny said, "I wasn't talking about that, anyways."
"And I guess you'll have to go ghost at Tucker's house now that that witch is staying here," Sam continued, frowning. Danny rolled his eyes.
"That's not what I'm talking about either," He said, "I mean what are you gonna do now that someone you hate is gonna be living with you?" Sam shrugged.
"Same as you with the Vlad thing, I guess," She answered, "Grit my teeth, be a rude as I can possibly be without making people suspicious and take it out on the pillow when I go back up to my room," Danny smiled at her slightly.
"Apparently, the documentary people aren't the only ones with cameras in my room," He said in dry amusement.
"Nah," Sam grinned, "you're just really predictable."
"Ouch," Danny murmured, grinning. Then his face fell, "At least Vlad would agree with you there,"
"Vlad is a jerk, Danny," Sam said, "Come on, we've got better things to think about then evil rich people. Like the ghosts that are trying to turn Amity Park into their personal campfire."
"Even with what Inferno told me, all we know for sure is that they're a pack of about twenty or so robe wearing pyros, He's the leader, and the name of exactly one member of their little clan," 'And that she thinks I'm cute,' For some reason, though, Danny really didn't want to add this fact out loud.
"Still, that's something," Sam smiled encouragingly. "Before your meeting, we thought we were only dealing with one ghost, and we didn't have any names to go on,"
"Yeah, and what I know now is really encouraging if you combine it with the fact that we've got cameras everywhere now." Danny said sarcastically. Honestly, though, he had to admit Sam had a point. Now at least they stood a chance of getting information.
"Speaking of which," Sam said, "Maybe we've been going about this documentary thing all wrong." Danny raised an eyebrow.
"Huh?"
"I mean, how about instead of trying to keep both off the camera, you give them one and get them out of here faster." Sam clarified, "Once they have everything they need, do you really think they'll stick around to let some strange ghosts fry them?"
"So, I give them Phantom and tell them Fenton's horribly camera-shy?" Danny clarified.
"You could try being a little klutzier around Mr. Lamburg, too," Sam suggested.
"Much as I hate to admit it," Danny sighed, "I don't think I have much of a choice." Before any further plotting could be done, a scratching noise was heard from a box nearby. Sam froze and the boys immediately stiffened suspiciously.
"Sam," Danny said, eyeing his friend, "You're not harboring any more refugee test animals from science labs, are you?"
"That, or the Box Ghost is back," Tucker suggested.
"No way," Danny said firmly, "I threw him back into the Ghost Zone last night. He sulks for about a day or so before he starts bugging me again."
"Ehehehe…" Sam laughed nervously. Danny and Tucker exchanged dry looks. "Hey, it wasn't a test animal, okay!" Sam said defensively, "Dad said that he's send me to Norway if I got anything else written up on my criminal record for the next six months, remember?"
"Then what is it?" Tucker asked, opening the box.
"Wait, Tucker!" Sam started, "She's not-!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"-very trusting," Sam groaned as Tucker ran from the jet black cat that had been scratching at the inside of the box as fast as he could, clutching his clawed up hand and whimpering slightly. The cat on her part hissed angrily at Tucker, eyeing him with her crystal blue eyes.
"Sam? What's going on down there?"
"Nothing, Mom!" Sam called up the stairs. Then she turned back to Tucker angrily, "Thanks a lot, Tuck! Do you realize how hard it's gonna be to hide her from my parents again?"
"Why the Hell are you keeping that beast in the first place?" Tucker countered, taking his eyes off the cat to glare at Sam, "That thing's evil!"
"She is not!" Sam said defensively, "It's just she's just recently got over an injury, so she has trust issues."
"…Uh, guys?"
"'Trust issues?' That thing attacked me without being provoked!" Tucker said, pouting at the scratches on his hand, "That's dangerous, Sam, what if she attacks you next?"
"Guys?"
"So she's not very warm to people!" Sam said angrily, "A lot of people are jerks, anyways, so can you blame her? And anyways, I'm just keeping her until I find someone who would make a good owner. My dad's allergic and my mom's deathly afraid of animals of any form, remember?"
"Guys!" This time Danny succeeded in getting his friends attention, "Little help?"
Sam and Tucker gaped. The cat had stopped hissing and spitting at Tucker sometime during their argument to trot over to Danny, sniff his hand suspiciously and jump onto his shoulder, purring happily. Danny wasn't moving, though the cat's long whiskers tickled his cheek, and he kept eyeing the animal apprehensively, as if expecting her to attack him at any second like she had Tucker.
After staring at the sight for a good long while, Tucker and Sam looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Aww…" Sam said teasingly, "I think she likes you Danny!"
"Great," Danny said unenthusiastically, "Now how about getting her off?"
"Can't," Sam said, smiling, "She doesn't attack me, but she doesn't like me too much either."
"Tucker?" Danny said helplessly.
"Don't tell me all those hits to the head rattled your brain," Tucker responded teasingly. Danny glared at his friends, then froze when the cat stood. However, all she did was rub against the back of his neck, purring happily and begging to be petted. Danny's stomach sank as Sam grinned, an idea lighting her eyes.
"Hey, Danny-!" She started.
"No," Danny said firmly.
"Oh, come on!" Sam pouted, "Please?" Danny's firm expression melted slightly before coming back again.
"Sam, I've got to deal with school, ghosts and now this documentary, do you really think I have time for a cat?"
"But she likes you, Danny!" Sam protested. "Besides, cat's practically take care of themselves! All you have to do is feed them, water them, empty their litter boxes and give them a little attention every now and then!"
"I barely have time to feed myself, let alone a pet!" Danny reminded her. "No way!"
"Danny," Sam said, going sad eyed, "If I don't find an owner for her before my parents find her, they'll make me take her to the shelter, where she might be put to sleep!" Danny groaned.
"Saaam…"
"Just do this one thing for me," Sam pleaded, "I'll never ask you for another thing as long as I live, I swear!"
"I doubt that," Danny said dryly before sighing and reaching up to pet the cat behind her ear. The cat purred louder and leaned into Danny's hand, making him smile. "…What the Hell," He sighed, "I guess I can give her a place to crash. So long as my parents agree, that is."
Sam either didn't hear his last condition or didn't care, as she was now actually squealing in delight, much to the boy's surprises. They'd never heard Sam squeal before. And, while Danny was still getting over his shock, Sam threw her arms around his midsection, careful not to disturb the cat.
"Thanks Danny!" Sam said, hugging the boy. The cat eyed her as she did so, but made no more to protest.
"Why does she like Danny so much, anyways?" Tucker asked, clearly amused by the show he'd just been treated to. "Think it has to do with him being ghost?"
"Maybe," Danny frowned, "Now that I think about it, a lot of animals like me more now that I'm part ghost." Thoughtful pause here. "Well, except any ghost animals, with the sole exception of Cujo,"
"What were you thinking when you got him into Steven King again?" Tucker muttered with a dry look at Sam.
"I don't think that has anything to do with it," Sam said firmly, ignoring Tucker's comment, "I think it's because they can feel that Danny's a really good person,"
"What about me?" Tucker asked, insulted. "I'm a good person, and they tear me to bits!"
"That's because they know a carnivore when they smell one," Sam smirked, "And they don't wanna end up dinner."
"Hey!" Tucker said, insulted.
"Sammy!" Mrs. Manson called down the stairs, "Electra's on her way! I think it's time for the boys to go home!"
"Obviously, she doesn't want any witnesses if there's a murder," Sam griped.
"If you need me, I'm just a phone call away," Danny reminded her, smiling. Sam smiled back, walking the boys to the door.
"Thanks," She said, earnestly, blushing. Tucker rolled his eyes behind the pair, knowing they wouldn't see him. "Good luck with the cat, by the way,"
"Uh…" Danny said, turning back to the animal in question as they reached the front door, "What's her name, anyways?"
"I was going to save that for the owner to figure out!" Sam said sweetly, "Good luck again!" And, before Danny could protest, Sam hastily shut the door. Tucker laughed.
"Nice," He said, "You fight ghosts on a daily basis, save the world from imminent doom at least three times a week, and have gotten into so many life-or-death situations you've lost count, but you still can't stand up to a girl you like when she asks you a favor you don't want to do," Danny blinked, then turned scarlet when he processed what Tucker had just implied.
"I don't like Sam!" He insisted. "Not like that, anyways. You know we're just friends, Tuck!"
"Mm-hm…" Tucker said absently, "Just keep saying that, you might convince someone someday," Danny glared at Tucker, and the cat hiss on his shoulder, arching it back and preparing to pounce her new master's friend. Flinching, Tucker fell back, making Danny smirk.
"You know," He said conversationally, "I think I'm gonna like being a pet owner." Tucker glared at him.
"Traitor," He muttered. Then he sighed, "See you later, Danny!" He called, heading home.
He turned back to grin at his friend as they parted ways, though, knowing that Danny had lied about his feelings. Unfortunately either both his friends were really, really dense about it, and chose to ignore it (Danny,) or they just didn't think the other one returned their affections (Sam.) Either way, though, it would take a while before either one of them confessed.
'That, or some freakish, unseen disaster,' Tucker amended, 'And it's still iffy on the last one.'
"Danny, where have you- what's that?" Danny sighed as Jazz stopped dead, staring at the black cat still perched on his shoulder. Sometime during the walk home, she had taken to curling her tail around Danny's neck, then beating it against his back in a steady rhythm.
"A cat," Danny answered. Jazz glared.
"I can see that, Danny, but why do you have it?" She said, emphasizing the last five words.
"Sam," Danny sighed out, knowing that would be all the answer his sister needed. Sure enough, the corners of Jazz's mouth twitched in a smile.
"I see…" She said in suppressed amusement, "Well, Danny, your new friend is really pretty, but you can't keep him. You know how dad gets about pets…" Danny froze as a memory he'd long suppressed came back to him, blinking at the cat then flinching.
"…Oops," Jazz rolled her eyes and sighed as Mandy, Vlad and Derris exchanged confused looks behind her.
"You forgot, didn't you?" She said dryly.
"Forgot what?" Derris asked, frowning. Jazz blushed and turned to explain to the actor, but Jack beat her to the punch.
"Danny? That you, son?" He asked loudly, lumbering into the room, "I wanted to show you… to show you…" Jack trailed off when he saw the cat, going (For lack of a less pun-worthy phrase) as pale as a ghost. "MADDIEEEEEE! RED ALERT! RED ALERT! CODE 27!" Danny yelped and dodged away from his dad's threatening advance with an ecto-cannon, accidentally trapping himself in a corner as he did so.
"Da-ad!" He said, getting as close to the wall as possible without actually going through it. "It's just a cat!"
"Oh sure," Jack said sarcastically, "That's what it WANTS you to think!" He leveled the elephant-gun sized weapon at the animal, (and therefore Danny,) "Now hold still, son, this won't take long…"
"Jack Fenton, you put that gun down right now!" Maddie yelled as she charged into the room, screeching to a halt in front of her son before he ended up in what promised to be a painful situation.
"But Ma-ddie!" Jack whined.
"No buts, Jack!" Maddie said sternly. Then she sighed and turned to Danny, "Danny, what on earth possessed you to bring an animal into the house?" She asked in a tired tone.
"Sam saved her, but can't keep her because of her dad's allergies," Danny explained hastily, still eyeing his father's weapon warily. "And since she doesn't seem to like anybody but me, Sam convinced my to take care of her, or else her parents would make her send it to the shelter where they'd probably put her down." Maddie frowned.
"Well…" She said, seemingly in a bind. She glanced at the cat on Danny's shoulder again, smiling as she rubbed against Danny's cheek, "…She is pretty, and she does seem to like you… I guess it can't hurt…"
"B-But Maddie-!" Jack protested.
"Don't worry, sweetie, we'll perform all necessary tests tonight, okay?" Maddie assured him soothingly, "We'll double check the results before we finalize any decisions, but if it turns out she's clean, then she can stay," Jack deflated.
"Alright…" He grumbled. Then he brightened again. "Come on, Danny! Bring the evil little hairball to the lab, so we can get started!" And with that, Jack hauled his son downstairs, Maddie trailing after to make sure he didn't hurt the cat.
Silence dominated the room for a moment. Then Mandy, Vlad and Derris turned to the final Fenton, giving her a quizzical look. Jazz shook her head, blushing ever so slightly slightly.
"Don't ask," She advised, "It's safer in the long run, trust me." And with that, she took for her room, leaving their guests even more confused and a little wary.
"You're lucky my mom has a soft spot for animals," Danny murmured to one of his two new roommates, suppressing a smile as the cat made herself at home on his pillows. "Well, guess we're stuck together," Danny sighed, "Just hope you can get used to all the same weirdness I have."
Speaking of weird, Danny shot a scowl at Derris' cot, where the older boy would be staying. Luckily, his room was big enough that it didn't take up too much space, but Danny considered the boy's presence alone a serious invasion of privacy. Not that the cameras were any better, but he was at least allowed to take out some of his displeasure on his more human irritations, as it gathered less suspicion.
Now that they had cameras running again, he couldn't take any chances at home. Luckily, he hadn't accidentally used his powers in his sleep in a long time, so he was probably good there as long as he didn't have any nightmares.
On that subject, Danny still couldn't believe his parents had bought it when he told them he'd accidentally misfired an ecto-gun at his ceiling when they demanded to know exactly how he'd acquired a new sun roof not too long after the incident with Clockwork.
The earthquake that'd shaken the neighborhood and bone-chilling wailing noise that very same night, not moments earlier, were still left unexplained.
"Hey, Danny!" The halfa scowled as he turned to meet the grin of his human roommate, "I was hoping to catch you alone. Do you mind hanging out a little this weekend? I could use a break with another guy…" Danny's scowl became more pronounced.
"You can't actually think that's going to work, can you?" He asked in an even tone.
"Come on, kid," Derris' grin widened, "You pick the spot and I'll pay."
"If you're looking to impress someone with your money," Danny snapped, "Go after someone else's big sister, cuz that scam doesn't work on me. Ask Vlad for further reference," Derris' grin deflated.
"Is that what you think?" He asked, sounding hurt, "Danny, I'm not trying to steal your sister…"
"You use that line on your show?" Danny asked in a bored tone, petting his new cat. Derris sighed.
"Come on, you can at least give me a chance, can't you? It's not fair to judge someone you don't know," Danny scowled. As much as he hated admitting it, Derris had a point there.
"Fine," Danny said sullenly. Then, with a smirk, he added, "I'll hang out. But if we're making this an all guys thing, I insist we bring Tucker and Dad," Even Derris, with all his superb acting skills, couldn't suppress his wince here.
"Your father?" He asked, "Is that really necessary?"
"Yep," Danny grinned, "Mom's got stuff to do this weekend, and I don't trust him at home alone with a cat. It's not a problem, is it, Derris?"
"Not at all," Derris said at once, "And exactly what will we be doing?"
"Oh, you'll see," Danny said, smirking as he left. The cat tagged along at his heels, giving Derris a suspicious look before following her master into the hall. There, Danny started downstairs to get some of his mom's freshly baked cookies when he accidentally collided with Mandy as she left the bathroom.
"Sorry," Danny said, helping the little girl up, "Didn't see you there."
"That's okay," Mandy smiled up at him. Danny suddenly felt uncomfortable. After all, this was the first time he'd talked to the girl after the I-won't-tell thing, and he still had yet to figure out what that was about. "Going to get something to eat?" Danny smiled at the question and nodded.
"Mom makes some of the best cookies you'll even find," he said, "I wanna grab some before Dad hogs them all on me. Jazz usually makes sure to save me a couple, but I don't wanna take chances," Mandy giggled.
"I'll come too!" She said happily. Not seeing any reason to protest, Danny shrugged and led the girl into the kitchen. Vlad and Jazz were up in their rooms, and Maddie was supervising Jack's twentieth test on the cat's fur and blood, to make sure he didn't slip anything incriminating in when their backs were turned, so the kitchen was all theirs, with a platter still full of cookies.
Danny snagged some for himself before passing the plate to Mandy. Then, sticking one into his mouth for safe keeping, he opened the fridge for a container of cream Jazz kept for her coffee, pouring some into a dish for his pet, who lapped it up happily.
"I would've taken you as more of a dog person," Mandy said, cocking her head at Danny. The halfa shrugged.
"I like dogs, but could never convince my parents to let me have one," he explained over the cat's purring, "I don't have any problems with any particular animals, though."
"Not even snakes?" Mandy asked, fascinated.
"Nope," Mandy shuttered.
"I hate snakes," She admitted, "They're always in my dreams, whenever I'm not Seeing," Danny stopped chewing at that for a moment.
"Seeing?" He said after swallowing his cookie.
"Uh-huh," Mandy played with a fork someone had left on the table, "It's in my family. Great-great Gramama Rosie was a See-er, Grandpappy Frank was a See-er, even Auntie Gloria!" Mandy grinned at Danny here, "Mama doesn't think so, though, that's why I'm not supposed to tell her what I See. 'Cuz she thinks it's all lies," Danny frowned.
"What do you See, Mandy?" He asked curiously. He wasn't willing to rule anything out as impossible after everything he'd been put through since the accident with the Fenton Portal…
"Lots of things!" Mandy told him, happy that someone was interested in her story, "Mostly people I know though. Lots of you recently, too,"
"Me?" Danny looked startled, "What about me?" Mandy looked sly all of a sudden.
"It's a secret," She told him, "And I'm not supposed to tell anybody too much, or else I might wake up one day and not be able to See anymore. That's what Auntie Gloria told me, anyways. She says if you keep telling and telling, or make people pay to tell them what you See, you'll lose the gift and wind up just like those fortune tellers that wouldn't know the future if it kicked them where it hurts,"
Danny's lips twitched at that as he suppressed a smile. He had to admit that 'Auntie Gloria' certainly had an interesting way of preaching to her young pupil, and Mandy seemed to devour every word she said like the cookies that were disappearing into her mouth at an alarming rate.
Then he remembered the threat to his own secret, and the smile vanished like it'd never been there to begin with.
"Mandy," He said, serious, "When you said you wouldn't tell…"
"I won't," Mandy said firmly, "I'm not like Derris or Electra. I believe, Danny, and I know right from wrong."
"I know you won't tell, Mandy," Danny assured her quickly, "But I want to know exactly what it is you won't tell." Mandy looked confused.
"But if I tell you, that will be telling," She said in perfect child's logic. Danny sighed.
"Yeah, but see I already know what you're telling," Danny reminded her, "So it's not telling,"
"Telling's telling, no matter how you look at it," Mandy said firmly, "And I promised not to tell." Danny bit back a groan as the girl jumped out of her chair, leaning close to Danny's ear. "But what you did for that girl was really, really cool!" She whispered before grinning at the shocked Danny and darting upstairs, leaving nothing behind but her giggles, a plate of cookie crumbs and a very, very confused halfa.
WoM- Well, this chapter was more or less plotless shmut. But still, I think it's my favorite yet. And I just had to put in the cat! I'm a huge fan of animals and kids, though sometimes there are few differences between them.
Anywho, on another note I need help! While I had to bring Kitty in here, I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT THINK OF A NAME FOR HER! And since I'm in a rush to work on another story I've been neglecting (Didn't mean to make this chapter so long…) I leave it up to my generous, caring reviewers to suggest names for me to pick from. So please help me name the kitty! (Keep in mind that appearance-wise she's all black and thin, with really light blue eyes and a long tail.)
Thanks to;
DannysGirlForever
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The Wicked Wench of the West
epobbp
Tetsukon
Anomaly25
the sleep warrior
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conan98002
WhiteMoonDragon
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Rosadina formerly Tima
Anne Camp aka Obi-quiet
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Questions;
random-idiot-v2 (it's not made up, it's an actual (Sort of) power. I almost always make sure to do a little research on things for my stories.If you want to read up on it a little more, go to http/en. Wicked Wench of the West 'laughs' Thank you! That's so sweet. I'm glad you like my story so much, since I pour a lot of time and effort into them. I'm never gonna be able to stop grinning after reading your review, you know that, right?)
Tetsukon (I'll check it out!)
Anomaly25 (Thanks. You're not the only one to point this out. I'll try to be more aware of it in the future.)
the sleep warrior 'Grins,' We don't wanna give anything away now, do we?)
Twin Kats (Thank you for the warning, but I already knew the rule. It's just that while I'm not a rulebreaker in general, I refuse to follow ones I find pointless or stupid. I've got all my chapters of all my stories backed up, so if anyone tattles on me I'll be able to repost, but hopefully it won't come to that.)
Master of Procrastination (A lot of people think Valerie has a crush on Danny Fenton now, but your right that no female ghosts have positive affections for Danny. No doubt something we can see corrected in the near future...)
WhiteMoonDragon 'Grins' You'll see!)
Rosadina formerly Tima'Shrugs' no one really says, but in My Brother's Keeper, we see that it can be photographed by a camera, so I assume in can be seen.)
Anne Camp aka Obi-quiet (Hope you don't mind that I only put your name up there one, though you reviewed for all five chapters. I was really glad to hear I made you laugh, that's one thing I take pride in a a writer. Angsts are okay now and then, but I love the stories that have me getting wierd looks because I'm laughing hysterically on the floor much more. A lot of people seem to like Sparks. And sorry, but while I will admit she plays quite a role in the story, I won't tell you what the pyros are after. 'sticks out tongue,'
SevenStar (Yeah, I noticed the Cujo thing. That's what gave me the idea. It's awesome to think of Danny as a King fan, since I love his books myself.)
Next update; December 15th
See you then!