Dreamscape Alternate: My Life Goin' Ghost

Desiree: (suddenly) BREAK'S OVER!

Mona: Oo!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Danny: ; Mutter/Grumble/ARGH!

Chapter 2: Reality Check in Order!!

I felt the air current as it rushed past me. My eyes widened and I flailed about trying to find something to slow me down. The problem was the only thing I grabbed was air.

"DESIREE!!!" I shouted.

"Sorry kid. But this is the best way to get rid of you." Desiree smiled as she floated next to me. Her hand had me by my leg; this stopped my fall, for the moment. But there was the blood rushing to my head.

"WHAT!" I glared and looked towards the ground I was still pretty high up and it would've taken only four more minutes before there was an ambulance.

"I had to. If I didn't, I'd be obeying your every whim and I'm not exactly attacking you am I?" She asked.

"You really asked for it..." I thought bitterly. "I wish you also had to protect me!" Desiree floated there, stunned, before releasing my leg and sending me falling again. A series of cursing went through my head as I went towards the ground. "Great...she's stunned and I'm still falling. MONA YOU DUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!"

I continued flailing about, trying to slow down. I contained my screaming due to the fact that I knew I was probably going to be flattened by the impact. Not to mention trying to convince a villain ghost to help you is extremely difficult, ESPECIALLY WHILE FALLING!! One more glance at the ground caused my fear of heights to grow at a fast rate. That was when I let out a yell as the ground rushed up towards me...

All I could see was black, so far I could tell that I was probably unconscious or the event was just a nightmare. I picked the second...

"God...what a weird dream..." I groaned before sitting up. My vision was blurred and I rubbed my eyes trying to get focused. What I saw caused me to fall off the bed. "Oh god...this isn't a dream!!" I stood up and looked around. The whole confines of the bedroom was cartooned, or animated. So far, all I could tell was that this was not a dream and I was actually in the animated series.

"Okay...stay calm...you'll be fine..." I whispered to myself and gripped myself. "The world was just cartooned, nothing to really fret about..."

This seemed to work until I looked in the mirror at myself. I looked pretty much like my own drawing only it was done by the artist of both Danny Phantom and Fairly Odd Parents. My outfit had slightly changed. I had an orange t-shirt with blue sleeves and a small blue upside down triangle in the center, my jean pants were pretty much normal, I still had my lucky blue headband, but I was wearing gray/white tennis shoes that I wasn't wearing earlier.

"Oh no..." I bit my lip and went to a window. Oh heck, like anyone else would not have realized everything else was animated. I opened the door to my bedroom and looked around before plastering myself to the wall and inching along. With the luck I had, I'd probably be living in the same house as Dash or Paulina (then again, judging by her dad in an episode, she's Hispanic) (And I don't want to be in the same household with a menacing football player). Then again...there was that other guy (take a wild guess) but there was the conflict with the plot.

I made my way downstairs and noticed that this was like my house only it had the stuff I really worked hard to get. I got to the kitchen and peered around.
"Desiree?" I whispered hoarsely realizing the extent of how bad my cold had gotten. She turned slightly towards me before floating over.

"It's about time you woke up." She sighed.

"Where are we?" I asked. "Besides in Amity Park?"

"Some house I created. It wasn't easy, I had to position it somewhere everyone would think it was normal." Desiree smiled. "Another thing, you have a bad cold which means I have to watch you due to that wish and postpone being sent back into the ghost world."

"Who are you? My mother? You almost killed me and you expect me to...?" I asked in time to see her without a ghostly aura and standing on the floor like any other average human; not to mention she looked a lot more like my mom. "Spoke too soon..." Oh well, at least I wasn't living with Vlad...

To be continued...

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