After some consideration, I've decided to make Dan a wolf in order for him to blend in with the dogs of Ohu (since the Ginga series revolves around dogs). Again, pardon me if Dan's personality isn't on spot. :(
After a brief flash of light, I found myself standing on all fours and glanced down to see that I had black four-toed paws with non-retractable nails. Lowering my head downwards, I saw that I still bore my "DP" symbol, only this time it was literally embedded into my chest. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that I had a tail!
"What the fuck?!" I roared, rushing over to a pool of water. I glared back at my reflection, which was a white wolf with a black chest, belly, and front and back paws. My flaming hair was indeed on my head, but also trailing down my spinal cord like some type of mane.
I bared my fangs and snarled. "Damn it, Clockwork! You've turned me into a wolf!?" I decided with a maniacal grin, "That's it! When I go back on my deal of watching over whoever the hell this little runt is, I'll be the one making you my bitch!"
"Excuse me, sir?" a polite boyish voice asked me from behind. I turned around and saw a little blue Akita-runt smile at me with stupid innocence. "Are you alright?" It then came to my attention that this was "Weed".
Despite a mental hiss demanding me to tear this little brat to shreds, a more calm and evil purr whispered that "Weed's" innocence might be fun to toy with. He already was kind enough to ask me if I was alright. Who knows what else he might ask of me!
Giving off my best attempted "confused" expression, I glanced around. "I'm afraid I've lost my way. You see, I don't live around here, little one. I merely came here in order to meet a certain . . . puppy named Weed." I glanced down at the puppy. "Are you Weed?"
"Yes," Weed said, "I am Weed, the Leader of Ohu."
I tilted my head in false confusion. "What's Ohu?"
The naïve little brat smiled. "Ohu is the Paradise for dogs. Long ago, my father had succeeded in building said Paradise after taking down a demonic bear named Akakabuto and was once named Leader. And after taking down a Great Dane named Hougen, I am now the Leader."
It took everything in my power not to laugh evilly at this bullshit. First, a measly dog – this Weed's" father – takes down a demonic bear? And then this pathetic little runt claims he defeated a Great Dane?!
What the hell kind of bullshit is this, Clockwork?! I mocked mentally. What kind of power do you think these idiot mutts can wield?! By the looks of this mere runt before me, he can barely take down a bird!
Weed's irritable voice caused me to snap back to reality. "What about you? What's your name and why do you have that symbol on your chest?"
So, this little runt wants to learn about my name and how I got my symbol, does he? I barely let a sinister grin lift in the corner of my mouth. The fun thing about such innocent little children, they're so damn gullible and naïve! I always find it more fun to lie and deceive such innocents, for now.
I raised my head in feinted pride. "My name is Dan, and I'm the most powerful wolf of my world."
Weed asked. "What's the name of your world?"
I grinned, instantly thinking to the Ghost King's name. "Pariah's Dark," I lied easily, the memory of Vlad burning into my mind. "My uncle Vlad was jealous of being second rate and wanted to take me out. Luckily, I was much more powerful than him and finally obliterated him, retaining my rank of pack King."
Weed's irritatingly pure eyes widened in shock. "Why did you killed him?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Why should I not have? He was evil. I was just simply serving up justice."
Weed gazed up at me. "Maybe if you'd showed him mercy, he might've changed his ways."
I didn't even bother to conceal a snicker through my fangs. "Sorry, runt. But mercy isn't in the list of my vocabulary. Now revenge, hatred, and power are."
"Surely there must be something or someone you hold dear to you," Weed pleaded.
I closed my eyes and frowned, smirking a cruel mental grin. "Well . . . there was my family. However, Vlad had taken them out as well. Now I'm a lone wolf. Not an outcast, just a wanderer."
"Why don't you come with me to my pack?" Weed asked.
Damn it! This little runt's naiveté is both amusing and irritating! I cannot wait to break him – physically, emotionally, and mentally! Who knows? I might be able to corrupt his pure heart, turn him evil, and make him my own personal attack dog! After all, isn't the opposite of pure good is pure evil?
I nodded my head. "Sure, Weed."
After the little brat turned around and began to walk off, I stayed behind a few feet and smirked. "Such naïve innocence. Corrupting you will be great fun."
Still wearing my leer on my lips, I followed Weed to his pack, imagining who knows how many dog corpses lying before me and my new slave.
Sorry about making Dan curse, BUT I've always thought of him as a rated-R horror movie killer in a rated-G kids' show.
Okay, let me get this out of my system:
What the utter crap did Butch Hartman make?! I mean, seriously?! How in the hell is Dan Phantom not a rated-R horror movie killer?! Jeez! That's like taking Chuckie from Child's Play and putting him in Slappy's place in R.L. Stine's Goosebumps!
Okay, freaked out ranting ended. Please read and review!
