Interesting Fact: I have been on and off the road and in between classes so I am uploading this straight from my cellphone. I texted this entire chapter so there was no Words to help me with spelling and grammatical errors.

Prompt 7 – Cosplaying: This one was really hard because I've never cosplayed, unless you count Halloween, and I've only ever been to one convention of any kind. Huge sad face, I've always wanted to go to more. But anyway, you are probably thinking why I would write what I don't know. Well that is why I have opted to do this in Vlad's POV, he's one of my personal favorites to write from so I hope you enjoy it.

Rating: K+

7. Fans

The building is domed and stretches high in panels of glass. To the very far side is a stage that says when the room is not under its current use that it could be a concert hall or auditorium; concrete floors reinforce the thought. Booths are lined up as well as singular tables, some with groups of people trying to talk or see someone others with passersby who pay almost no attention.

Then of course there are the people, if one can even recall them as people. A woman passes blue skinned and long black hair to the floor and her body is so scantily dressed there is no wonder she has a following. Another passes surrounded by three men of whom all wear white tunics and leggings and not very convincing 'gold' staffs. Of course there are also some of whose gender you cannot determine or is questionable. Robots, lizards, zombies...

How did I get myself into this mess?

"Tuck you said she'd be here in ten minutes. It's been an hour."

Ah, yes.

Daniel, I've determined, may never grow up. When he returns from classes his first thought is usually to take up video games or watch cartoon like shows. During our evening spars he becomes a competitive ten year old, much like how he is when he's protecting Amity Park or the world on occasion. It's because of this that I am dragged, almost literally, into this building where Daniel will indulge in a convention.

But of course this would not be the end of my torture. Daniel insisted that in order to be in attendance I had to blend in. How wearing silk about my waist, gladiator sandals, and a gold chest piece was blending in I may never know. He'd said the look was from a video game he'd played when he was younger and people in these places expected you to look like you just walked out of another world.

Why I had to have a bare torso I am sure came down to the fact that I was not going to wear what the man before me had first insisted upon. We were to be alike in heavy gear that was reminiscent of militia attire, painted faces, and yelling "For the last brigade!"

I am still unsure as to whether I made the better decision in deciding to favor the look of a roman god pretending to be Egyptian. Luckily Daniel was not so deterred by my lack of enthusiasm as it was his friend Tucker Foley who would be dressing up and joining in all that Danny had come to immerse himself in. I continue to wonder why I was not allowed to remain in my study.

The her, the two had been waiting for was Miss Manson who, despite living in DC, had found just enough time to spare her friends and flew out last minute. I've noticed recently how her growing up has allowed her to see the benefits in the money she was born into; not that she would ever use it selfishly but rather it's helped in her school and funding projects she's wanted to start. None of us would be surprised to see the girl turn out to be president one day.

Rearranging the 'skirt' (Mr. Foley's words, not mine) I try to find a more comfortable position of standing. Often I get looks and I cannot tell if it's from the costume or that I've been noticed as Vlad Masters at a Fantasy convention. Well, at least I have the media covered on this one. I invested a very large amount to a T.V. show that was starting off some time ago and the actors were to be present today. There's nothing odd about checking in on an investment.

"Wow, this is a lot heavier than it looks," the sound of a girl giggling caught my attention as I turned to see Daniel allowing a girl in a cat outfit to hold the sword we'd created in the lab one night. Of course it would be heavy; it was for fighting ghosts, impossible to go intangible through. For Daniel and me it would be child's play to hold but for a mere human, this girl especially, it would be hard to get even the blade off the ground.

"Yeah, it takes a man to wield one of these bad boys." Daniel's armored chest puffs out and I find it hard to restrain myself from scoffing. Although I do give the boy a questioning look to which he responds with a sheepish one of his own.

The girl, like the cat she seems to be personifying, weaves around both boys. Mr. Foley seems too entranced to notice his friends discomfort with the situation. "How about the two of you join me and my friends? We're about to become one with the swells of the Transcending Sea."

Immediately it occurs to me that Tucker Foley is going to be of no help.

"Thanks, but we're waiting for a friend of ours," was Daniels quick response. I edge closer as his gaze falls upon me for a moment.

"Oh, he can come too."

"Actually, it's a girl."

"Girlfriend?" The young lady's tone took a nasty turn there and I felt, for a moment, a need to sew her lips shut. Mr. Foley merely snickers under his breath at the inquiry.

"No, but-"

The look on this girl's face is not something I am pleased to witness. Her eyes are alight and she turns her body's full attention to my boy, taking his arm in hers in the process. "Well I might have a friend for her."

I am done watching this child try to lay claim what is rightfully mine.

"I require, young lady, that you release the boy at once." Up close I could see the girl was more than likely just out of childhood, eighteen perhaps. Her freckled nose and curly brown hair make her seem more like a mouse than a cat.

Her eyes drink me in and I can feel her sense of awe, but I am once again unsure as to whether or not this is a reaction to the costume or my actual being. It doesn't take her long to drop Daniel's arm and take a step closer to me. I do not back down.

"Oh by the seven gods, you look just like him…" she drifts in her words a short time before I suddenly realize where I am and how I am dressed. Oh dear…

I paid no attention when Daniel and Tucker were giving me facts about the character I was portraying. I chose instead to admire the scenery out the window rather than hear strategies that consist of only button combinations. In this moment I am positive I am to pay for my negligence. The girl turns so fast I fear her head of brown hair may simply pop off. She cries out to four other girls who are also dressed as felines and they scurry quickly over to the three of us.

My attempts to extricate myself from the circle of females are becoming increasingly impossible as more people turn their attention to the commotion. A couple stops and I see the man pull a camera up from where it is hanging around his neck. They are laughing and I am doing my best to contain an outburst. I am Vlad Masters, business mogul, calm and debonair. I cannot lose my cool. But the feel of the original feline girl pressing up against me and asking if I'd rescue her was getting to be a little much.

It is not that I am not used to attention, far from it. A woman throwing themselves at me is not new either, I am used to it and know when the media expects me to flirt back. It is all the references I can't understand, costumes, and words in a language that I am near positive does not exist that throws me for a loop; a very tall double loop over a cliff.

There is a soft touch on my arm and I turn to come face to face with the reason behind all this. The need to lash out at the boy is there but softens as he brushes his fingers over my cheek. "I worked all morning on that design and you went and ruined in ten minutes."

There was an intricate dark design just below my left cheek and I suspect it must have smudged in this commotion but that was the least of my worries. I fix the boy with the coldest glare I can muster but it only lasts a second as a squeal resounds in my ear. Both Daniel and I coil into eachother, shielding out ears as the girls follow.

"YAOI!"

…

The look on both mine and Daniel's face is probably one of complete horror. The one and only reason I have any inkling as to what that means is because Danny insisted that if the world was to be mentioned at all I should run in the opposite direction.

When asked why, his and Mr. Foley's face had gone dark.

Fangirls!

Simultaneously we turned and we ran.

"What happened?" Sam had finally found her friends. Actually she had found Tucker, but she knew that meant Danny would be close by.

Tucker took in her Danny Phantom T-Shirt and laughed. "Just fangirls, lots and lots of fangirls."

A/N: You'll have notice that none of the costumes are very close to actual things people would cosplay. I did this because their world is different from ours, they have different games, and heroes, and books, and TV shows. I did use Princess Bride in Unrealistc but I usually try to stray away from those things and make up my own if I can help it. Thanks!