Me: Happy Birthday to Me! I'm a hundred and three! I love me some cake! That I didn't have to bake! HEY!
Danny: Its your birth day?
Me: Si, and ya'll are invited to the party!
Tucker: Cool! What are we gonna do?
Me: Post fanfiction!
Tucker: But, we already do that everyday.
Me: Yeah, I know. Not much of a party. Real one was yesterday, but ya'll were "busy".
Sam: I went to the party when you were "busy"still trying to top each others score on the Wii.
Danny and Tucker: Awwww
Me: But I got leftover cake.
Danny and Tucker: CAKE!
(tackle)
While the whole hat argument had been going on, Sam had grabbed Danny and pulled him into the den. She glanced behind her to make sure no one was around, then gave Danny a punch on the arm.
"Hey! What gives?" he exclaimed rubbing his shoulder.
"What was with you back there? Acting all hostile and menacing. Are you trying to get us thrown out onto the street?"
Danny's brow furrowed, "I don't trust them."
Sam looked slightly surprised, "Why not?"
Looking down at his sneakers he mumbled, "They knew everything. Everything that I had worked hard to keep a secret all this time."
"Alex explained how they knew that stuff."
He looked up to meet her eyes, "Do you really believe that ridiculous story about our lives being a show?'
"I'm not sure." she looked away before stammering, "But how do you explain how we got here? Or why we look so different?"
"Touche."
Sam sighed, she looked up back at Danny who had just sat on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as if deep in thought. So she continued,
"Look, Alex and Rachelyn are kids not much older than us. They have been nothing but nice to us, they're trying to figure out how to send us home, and your accusing them of some hidden evil agenda?" she said now glaring at him but then her gaze softened, "Your ghost sense hasn't gone off. They certainly don't look like your average mad scientist, or ghost hunter."
Danny almost chuckled at the thought of Alex in one of his dad's bright orange and over sized jumpsuits.
Sam finished, "So why not give them a chance?" She sat down next him, and placed her hand on his knee. Danny lowered his hands and set his sky blue eyes gaze on Sam.
"I guess I should go apologize now, huh?" he smiled.
Sam smiled back, "Yeah, you should."
Danny's gaze shifted to his knee where Sam's hand still lay, Sam quickly pulled her arm back. And both of the teens sat there blushing for a few awkward moments before Danny cleared his throat and stood up.
"I'm gonna go talk to them now." then exited, leaving a flush faced Sam behind.
Rachelyn sat on the bed frame, leaning over the edge to watch me pound out some notes on the electric keyboard that sat at the foot of the bed. I was trying to get all the way through the piece without messing up. Glancing back and forth between the music and the piano, I stumbled along before hitting the wrong sequence. Finally I just gave up and hit random keys, sounds burst out of the speakers that actually fit together pretty well. When I finished my rendition of who knows what, I gave a stiff bow with a comically smug frown upon my face. Receiving scattered applause from my audience I put on my best fake English accent,
"Thank you. Thank you. Hold your applause. And no autographs please."
"Can I try?" Tucker asked eagerly.
"Sure." I said gesturing towards the keyboard, "And you can change the sounds and stuff by typing in numbers here. See?" I pressed a key that raised a hallelujah chorus. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Danny walk hesitantly into the room. I left as Tucker found the sound effects setting, and barking dogs filled my ears. As if I don't already hear that enough. Rachelyn shot a Tucker a glare, she had spent enough time at my house to be as fed up as I was. The virtual barking stopped, as Tucker found some other piece of tech to fiddle with.
Danny looked first at me then Rachelyn, before nodding his head towards the other side of the room, a sign he wanted to talk to us in private. Not that it really mattered, no one else was around besides Tucker. Who wasn't paying much attention to us in the first place. We walked over to where Danny stood staring up at the pictures on the wall. Photos of me, friends, dogs, places, and various scribblings were tacked in random order all over the place. Danny was looking at one in particular, it was a picture I drew of him, as Danny Phantom.
"I just wanted to say," he started not even looking at us. "I'm sorry. I was being rude and ungrateful. And.." not knowing what else to say he simply looked down with a sigh.
Rachelyn laid a hand on his back causing him to look up, he was surprised at the kind gesture.
"No prob.'' I said, "I'm sure we would be paranoid too, if we had landed in some strangers house who just happened to know all of our secrets."
A small hopeful small appeared on Danny's face, "So you forgive me?"
Rachelyn nodded, "We forgive you."
At that moment loud howling sounds started again, we had all turned back to glare at Tucker who was innocently standing off to the side holding his hands in the air.
"Hey, don't look at me!"
The keyboard stood untouched, which meant that the real dogs were at it again. But it also meant something else, Mom was home.
Meanwhile back in the other dimension from where the ghost fighters had originally come, Skulker was standing in front of a ornate desk in a darkly lit room. Sitting behind the desk sat a lean, tall figure, shadows cast themselves about the room so one could not identify the mysterious person. But in the light of his own ghostly glow Skulker face stood out clearly, nervousness and unease flashed across across the hunters face for a split second. Even if his face was just part of a shell, it conveyed his emotions accurately however hard he tried not to show it.
The figure sat back in his chair digesting all the information he had just heard. Danny Phantom and his friends had just vanished. Simply vanished into thin air. Without warning or reason. Ever since Phantom's disappearance ghosts had terrorized the small community nonstop. This alone should be enough to cause him to come back, but for some reason he didn't. Or couldn't. Yes, he couldn't come back.
Still thinking to himself, what was stopping him from taking over this pathetic town now? With Danny gone it would be easy. His fist clenched. No, the young halfa would surely find a way back, somehow, someway, and would stop his plan before it had even begun. Unless, someone made sure that the boy never returned.
The figure dismissed Skulker with a wave of his hand, the hunter left in a great hurry, eager to be away from the dreaded place. A man leaned forward into the light resting one arm on the desk, stroking his silver gray goatee with the other. Piercing blue eyes that shone in the light abruptly flashed deep red, as Vlad Masters spoke aloud,
"So it seems the young badger is unable to come home." he stood up, a dark ring of blackness circled his body transforming the billionaire into the feared villain, Vlad Plasmius. An evil smile adorned the man's pale blue face, revealing a set of fangs that completed the terrifying sight.
"I'd better make sure things stay that way.
Me: (staggering) Never try to keep cake away from hungry teenage boys.
Sam: Even I could've told you that.
Danny:Heyguyswhatareyoudoin?howsitgoin?ooowatsthat?itsshiny.
Me: Oh no, he is hyped up on sugar.
Tucker: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Heydannyletsprankcalleveryone!
Danny: WOO HOO!
Sam: Sounds like Tucker is too.
Me: STAY AWAY FROM MY PHONE!
Tucker: Hello? This is the neighborhood stalker society. We were just calling to let you know, that you can expect lots of annoying phone calls from now on. And ummm, could you move to the right just a little? A little more? Thats perfect. You might wanna clean your windows, they are all streaky.
Friend on Phone: Alex? I know thats you! Its called caller I.D.
Me: AAAAAHHHHH!
Please review! Then maybe Tucker and Danny will calm down. Then again, maybe not.