Description: Vlad Plasmius had his secrets, but no one expected a secret as deep and dark as this. Oneshot.
Disclaimer: Blah-de-blah, I don't own Danny Phantom, only the creative genius it took to write this.
Dedication: To one of my best friends, Krista. This is totally for you.
A/N: This is the result of something Vlad actually said in the show coupled with my lack of sleep during the past 26 hours and a caffeine high. Please understand that I have nothing against Canadians at all.
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Zoom in on another typical day in Amity Park. Danny and his friends had been fighting ghosts all afternoon, even though it was summer. Hot and exhausted, the trio retreated to the cool of Danny's air-conditioned house. Unfortunately, they weren't alone.
"'Why hello, Daniel." exclaimed Vlad Masters, sitting quite comfortably at his kitchen table sipping lemonade. "What a surprise to see you."
"What are you doing in my house!" Danny snapped. It was the expected reaction, of course. After all, Danny's parents were at a ghost hunter's conference in Florida and Jazz wouldn't be home until late in the tomorrow from a friend's house. The three fourteen year-olds were stuck with Vlad.
"Your parents asked me to come." he answered smoothly. "They didn't think you could be alone for four whole days, especially with all the ghosts in this town."
Danny scowled and stomped upstairs, to his room, followed by his two friends. He plopped down on his bed, still frowning and Sam gave Tucker a look, as if to say Well, cheer him up all ready!
"At least he's not Canadian." Tuck said brightly.
"What?" said Sam, nonplussed.
"What?" Danny echoed, equally confused.
"Vlad's not Canadian." explained Tucker patiently. "It couldn't get worse if he were Canadian."
Sam and Danny swapped an amused glance. Sometimes, Tucker seemed stark, raving mad. This was one of those times.
"Tuck," Sam began, teasingly. "You don't happen to be afraid of Canadians, do you?"
"Of course not!" Tucker yelled, defensively. "Them and their stupid maple leaves." He turned red and Sam and Danny laughed. "Fine! Maybe a little."
"Well, then it's good that Vlad isn't Canadian, because, you guys are staying over here with me tonight." Danny suggested. Tucker and Sam heartily agreed and made the proper phone calls to their parents. Then the three teens ordered pizza over the telephone.
It was growing dark, so they began to tell scary stories as night fell. The only one who was truly frightened by the stories was poor Tucker, but he was determined not to show it.
"And they never saw him again." whispered Sam dramatically, leaning into to Tucker's blanket-wrapped face and switching off her flashlight and throwing them into darkness.
Ding dong! The doorbell rang and Tucker jumped to his feet with a cry. Sam and Danny burst into to hysterical laughter at this and they only stopped when Tucker pointed out that only people in love laughed at something for that long.
The threesome crept down the stairs to retrieve the pizza. The house was dark, and it appeared that Vlad had, thankfully, retired for the night. Slightly spooked at the quiet house, the three teenagers hurried to the door and paid for the pizzas.
Back in the dark kitchen, Sam searched the wall for the light switch. When she finally found and turned the lights on, a shadowy figure was standing in the doorway. They all jumped from surprise, but calmed down as their eyes adjusted to the light and they realized that it was just Vlad.
Vlad was wearing a sleepy look andwhite pajamas withred maple leaves on them. "What's going on down here, eh?" he asked.
Tucker let out a bloodcurdling screech and ran for the door. They heard the front door slam behind him and his screams died away, leaving and awkward silence in their wake.
"Er," Vlad hesitated. "What was that all about?"
Sam and Danny exchanged a look and then said in unison, the one word that could sum up everything: "Canadian."
A/N: There you have it! A little strange, I know, but I hope you enjoyed it. Now just press the little blue button and leave a review, pretty please?
