Hello my epic readers! You'll never guess who's back in this story…he's a butler, makes awesome snickerdoodles, and was once a halfa in a dream! SMITTY IS BACK! I don't own DP, but I own Smitty! Enjoy!
"Smitty?" gasped Rosie in disbelief as she gaped at the old butler. "What are you doing here?" Smitty smiled wearily.
"Mr. Masters requested a substitute teacher and well," he said, motioning to himself, "Here I am! But what is wrong with this chap? He's GLOWING!" She worriedly looked back at Avon and gasped.
"Your hair...your outfit...what happened?" she murmured softly as she held his pale hand. She had barely got a chance to glance at his new outfit when Danny came rushing in, followed by Sam and Tucker.
"What happened?" asked Sam as she felt his forehead for a fever.
"Gun...tranquilizer of some sort...you gotta save him..." mumbled Rosie as she bit her lip. Tucker put a reassuring hand on her shoulder as he smiled.
"He's going to be fine... The lovebirds are taking him into good hands..." teased Tucker.
"I heard that!" said Danny, but he smiled as his fingers brushed against Sam's as he grabbed the gauze. He handed it to Rosie, who cringed as she began to make her way to the small wound.
"This might hurt a little..." she said regretfully as her fingers wrapped the gauze around the wound. A hiss of pain rose from Avon's mouth as he groggily opened his eyes.
"Wha...what happe-" He clenched his teeth as another jolt of pain shot through him. Rosie squeezed his hand and looked up and him.
"You were shot by a tranquilizer gun or something...but whatever it was, your glowing..." Avon gasped as he looked down at himself.
"I'm...dead?" he asked in a shaky voice. Danny stepped forward in his ghost form and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Nope...you're not dead! Only half dead. Welcome to being a halfa." Avon's eyes widened with horror as he promptly fainted.
Hahaha, oh, poor Avon! But its so fun to do that to him! Anywho, see that little blue button down there? Click on it! Use it! IT'S AWESOME! XD And update on Monday!