Dreamscape Alternate: My Life Going Ghost
Chapter 6: The Night After
1st Person POV
Journal Entry…uh…call this funny but I lost track……anyway…
Usually I'd think that being friends with one of my favorite cartoon characters would be terrific. Now I'd say that's not really a good idea. The prime factor would obviously be the villain that is after me: Vlad Plasmius/Masters himself
Now I am stuck in this cartoon, dimension, world, whatever you'd call it. It's not like there's a rewind button right next to me so I can pretend this isn't happening.
Don't get me wrong. I like being friends with Danny, Sam, and Tucker. But they don't know I'm not from here (preferably this cartoon). How can I tell them what's going on without them turning their backs on me?
I continued writing in my notebook which I had used to log in what had happened. This journal had started at least two days after I came here since I was stuck in bed due to the cold trying to manifest itself into a fever. My room was still clustered with the obvious computer, a multiple compartment desk, CD player, and game system (which was a bit warm after I had continuously played a few dozen rounds of Tetris on it).
My CD player was playing a bunch of songs to help unnerve my thoughts.
Other than that I seem to be doing fine. Desiree's still probably ticked off from being stuffed inside a backpack during our field-trip. I also wonder how there's a third halfa. I only thought Danny and Vlad were the only ones here. Whoever it was, she looked almost like my friend Evelyn…
That theory is definitely wrong. The Danny's ghost sense doesn't go off around her. Oh well…I'm glad she's there to help me during school. (Preferably during Gym and Lunch period)
The trio is also suspicious about me. I wonder when they'll find out the truth.
Darn it…it's already around ten PM and I have to finish this stupid English assignment by reading this darned book. (CURSE YOU LANCER! CURSE YOU!) I'll write back lat-
SNAP!
No sooner had I got to the last sentence, my mechanical pencil broke which sent a small amount of graphite flying. A sigh of exasperation escaped me before I wrote in:
(Note to self: Get better mechanical pencils.) …-er.
"No wonder these stupid pencils are less than a dollar." I grumbled, tossing the seemingly useless utensil into the garbage bag before shoving my journal under the mattress and grabbed a small hardback book from by backpack and flipped to page 86, grumbling with distaste of there being a test on this by the end of the week.
About an hour later, I had speed-read at least 9 chapters before sticking in the bookmark and tossing the book (with surprisingly good aim) into the backpack. Thank god Desiree wasn't in there or she would've thrown a fit.
Speaking of Desiree…where was she? She hadn't checked up on me in the past few minutes.
"Desiree?"
I paused and got up from my bed before walking to the door and opening it.
"Desiree? Um…I really want to apologize for shoving you into my backpack earlier…" I said aloud as I walked downstairs. She wasn't there. Usually I'd see her making food or making sure nobody snuck in. Pausing, I went into the kitchen and got a glass of milk. "Desiree?"
Looking around, I gulped down the liquid and rinsed the glass, prior to placing it in the sink.
Geez, I hope she didn't get caught. I thought before checking the microwave clock.
(9:50 PM)
"Maybe tomorrow she'll show up." I half-murmured before walking upstairs.
3rd Person POV
Desiree continued her flight around Amity Park. Whenever her 'mistress' was in her room, doing whatever humans did, or at school, she would go around, spreading little mischief like she did all those years.
"I wish I had a million bucks." A teenager groaned as he flipped a coin into a wishing well. "I-I mean two million bucks." Desiree smiled, since she knew that wishing without something backfiring was one of Mona's perks, before sending a green mist towards him. The teenager got what he wished for…but there was a mix up. Desiree had always wanted to pull this on one of those humans who begged for money.
"So you wish it, so shall it be…" She whispered.
About less than a moment later…
"GAH! DEER ATTACK!"
The wishing-ghost suppressed her laughter as she watched the poor soul run from the herd of ghostly stags/deer/moose/etc.
"I should grant wishes like those more often…" Desiree observed with humor in her voice before flying back to the house. Luckily the civilian managed to climb up a tall tree to escape the stampede.
Danny was flying back towards his house, trying to get there before his curfew. Everything seemed to be going as planned before he heard the cry of: "DEER ATTACK!"
"Deer attack?" Danny stopped in mid-air and looked down to see a huge stampede of almost two-million ghost stags and other related animals. "Argh, darn it! I'm going to be late again!"
It took him at least five full minutes to herd them into a dead-end, about five to stick each and every one of them into the Fenton Thermos (they weren't going to hold still), and five MORE minutes to fly back home.
Making it past ten…
More precisely it was 10:08 PM.
He didn't want to get another scolding from his parents like before so the halfa found the best method by going intangible, flying into his room, and landing as quiet as possible. This seemed to work out perfectly…
…before he accidentally had the end of the thermos collide with the bookshelf.
CLANG!
"DANNY!"
"Oh crud…"
Author "Commentary"
(Out of breath) A pointless chapter, but I'm going to start the next one very soon.
Vlad: (inside thenew custom designedFenton Thermos) (Strained voice) I'll get you next time...ow...my head...
Danny: How did you manage to catch him anyway?
Ehm...remember the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick? (Holds up the bat which is now broken in half from the collision)
Vlad: (moaning) Thank god it was a wooden bat and not made of solid metal...my head is going to be sore for weeks.
Danny: Wow...I guess it does work on creeps.
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