Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom!
Jack banged his head against the lab door.
There had been a ghost, a powerful one, too, but right after Jack had seen the specter, he had somehow been transported back home. He wanted to go to the lab to get some weapons in order to take down the spook, but there was a sign on the door that read 'Out of Bounds: Fenton Foamer Explosion. That means you, Jack." He knew how angry Maddie would get if he entered the lab anyway, so he sulked into the kitchen. Jack Fenton knew of only one thing that could distract him from ghosts.
Fudge.
He began scouring the kitchen for the delicious treat. He looked high. He looked low. He looked in nooks. He looked in crannies. He even looked in the Fenton Storage Cube, which stored an unlimited amount of objects in an enclosed part of the Ghost Zone that was surrounded by a ghost shield. All one had to do was press the button on the side of the cube when the hole on top was facing the object in question, and viola. Unfortunately, nowhere in his patch of Ghost Zone could Jack find his precious fudge.
Absolutely sure that there was no fudge left anywhere in the house, or in the alternate dimension used for spare storage, he decided to expand his search. He left the house and hopped in the Fenton RV, and sped off towards the nearby Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. He entered the store with ecto-guns brandished, but then remembered why he'd come there in the first place and hid the guns away in his day-glo orange spandex.
"Excuse me, sir," he asked the man behind the counter. "But do you have any fudge?"
"Fudge?" the man asked, confused. "What's a fudge?" Jack stared at him silently for a moment. Then screeched like a little girl.
"What's a fudge? WHAT'S A FUDGE? Are you crazy, man?" Jack asked, enraged. Then, an idea struck him. There was no way any human could possibly not know what fudge was. This man had to be overshadowed. Jack gave the man shifty eyes as he slowly pulled out a small Jack'o'nine-tails.
"What's that thing?" The man asked nervously.
"Your worst nightmare, ghost," Jack replied, and immediately caught the man in the device's mechanical appendages. The device zapped the man.
"Hey, ow, that hurts!" He yelled.
"That's only what you want me to think, ghost," Jack spat. "Everyone knows that ghosts can't feel pain." The man shrieked, and smoke began rising from him.
"The ghost should have come out by now," Jack said to himself. "Maybe he really is human…" but a second later, Jack was proven correct as a fat blue ghost came out of the man.
"You!" Jack roared. "What did you do with my fudge?"
"I am the Box Ghost!" the Box Ghost yelled back. A second later he was hit by a shot from a small ecto-gun.
"Fudge. Now." Jack demanded. The Box Ghost began shaking nervously.
"Uh…all of the fudge in Amity Park is in the possession of the Wisconsin Ghost! Beware!" With that, he flew out of the store.
"The Wisconsin Ghost," Jack hissed. "I knew he'd want revenge on me for beating him back into the Ghost Zone…very well, but when you mess with Jack Fenton's fudge, the gloves are off!" He ran out of the chocolate shop, jumped into the RV, and sped off towards Wisconsin.
"Somebody help me…" the storeowner groaned as he lifted a shaky hand from his position on the floor.
As Jack sped along the highway, he slammed his fist onto a large red button on the side of the dashboard.
"Rocket boosters initiated," said a mechanical female voice. "Have a nice fudge, I mean, day!" At the sound of the word, Jack's left eye twitched.
"FUDGE!" He roared as two huge boosters popped out of the sides of the RV and activated, causing the RV to surge forward with an explosion of green energy.
Jack pulled up to his friend Vladdie's house, the first place he'd ever encountered the Wisconsin Ghost. He leapt out of the RV and practically flew up to the front door. He banged on the door.
"Hello?" Vlad asked as he slowly opened the large door.
"Vladdie, my man, this is an emergency!" Jack shouted as he barreled through the door and over Vlad.
"What could possibly be the matter?" Vlad asked angrily as he stood up and dusted himself off. "Has all the fudge in Amity Park been kidnapped?" He asked sarcastically.
"Actually yes," Jack replied as he began running through the castle, checking each door and missing the sarcasm by a mile. "And by none other than the Wisconsin Ghost."
"Hm…follow me, Jack." Vlad pulled up a tapestry of the 1949 Packers, revealing a hidden staircase. He began to descend, his footsteps echoing loudly in the stone corridor.
"But Vladdie, we have to find the Wisconsin Ghost!" Jack whined. "Vladdie?" He noticed the staircase for the first time, since he hadn't seen Vlad move the tapestry. Jack gasped.
"The Wisconsin Ghost must have kidnapped Vlad and tried to fly away down this staircase. I'M COMING FOR YOU, V-MAN!" He shouted, and barreled down the stairs. Unfortunately, his legs being smaller than his body, Jack began to tumble forward and was soon rolling down the stairs rather than walking down them.
"Jack, this is my secret-OW!" Vlad yelped as Jack rolled over him as he reached the end of the staircase. He was looking daggers at the larger man as he stood up and brushed himself off for the second time.
"Sorry about that, Vladdie. I-OH MY GOD!" Jack exclaimed. The two of them were standing in a small semicircular room. It was made of stone, had red carpeting, and had several bookshelves placed along the wall, in-between the torches that kept the room lit. It also had two luxurious leather chairs that one could easily take a nap in. But that wasn't what had grabbed Jack's attention
The flat side of the room was a thick sheet of glass. On the other side was a large chamber whose main feature was a gigantic golden plate. And on top of that plate, piled in a neat pyramid, was all of the fudge in Amity Park.
"You like?" Vlad asked. Jack nodded, his tongue hanging down out of his mouth like that of a dog. Vlad smiled benevolently, but then his face twisted into an evil sneer.
"Well, too bad!" He spat, and pressed a button on a remote control he'd retrieved from his pocket. A giant blast of pink energy shot up from the floor, and when it dissipated, the golden plate was covered in nothing but dust.
"B-but…why…?" Jack asked, sad and confused at the current turn of events. Suddenly, his eyes became shifty. He immediately pulled an ecto-gun on Vlad.
"Get out of my college buddy, Wisconsin Ghost!" He shouted. Vlad stared at the barrel of the gun, and began laughing hysterically.
"You think…that I'm being overshadowed…by the Wisconsin Ghost?" He choked out between fits of laughter. In a flash, he became totally serious.
"Jack, you fat old fool. I am the Wisconsin Ghost!" Suddenly, a ring of shadow materialized around him. It split in two and each new ring traveled across his body, transforming him. When the rings finished their course, the Wisconsin Ghost was standing in Vlad's place. Jack was speechless. His best friend since college was the ghost who had tried to kill him? It didn't add up! He and Vlad were chums!
"Now, Jack," Vlad hissed as he advanced on Jack, "It's time to die." He grabbed Jack's collar and easily lifted him up with one hand. He turned intangible and phased the two of them through the glass wall, and threw Jack down on the golden plate. Jack regained tangibility and hit the plate with a thud while Vlad remained intangible.
"But…why?" Jack choked out.
"Because you caused the accident that ruined my life and stole Maddie from me, that's why!" Vlad roared. "Now DIE!" He pulled out the remote control from before and pressed the button. The walls of the chamber began glowing pink, and a second later pure energy was forcing itself through Jack's body. He screamed, and then everything went black.
Do any of you find it an interesting parallel that Valerie's worst fear might be finding out that Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom, while Jack's worst fear might be finding out that Vlad Masters is Vlad Plasmius? This was originally only supposed to be about the fudge, but then I sort of got carried away on this different track. I hope you like it anyway!