A/N: Hmm. Western. I don't know how in hell I'm gonna do on this one. Oh, well.

I knew it was going to be a bad first day of junior year when Mr. Lancer didn't allow Danny to leave class. His ghost sense had just gone off twice, meaning there were two ghosts around. I was speculating on who it could be; Spectra and Bertrand, Skulker and Ember, Walker and Bullet. But I was surprised at who actually came in.

Ropes-glowing green ropes- tied around everyone's feet. Danny quickly scanned the room, probably trying to hone in on where the ecto signatures were. He had been able to do that for about two months now. He, unlike the rest of the class, didn't jump when the ghosts faded into view. He just snarled slightly.

It was Youngblood and his shape shifting parrot. At this point, he was a horse, and Youngblood was dressed in true cowboy fashion: boots with spurs, cow-print pants, untucked plaid shirt, and a western straw hat. He even had what looked like grass in his mouth. I also couldn't help but notice that he had gotten taller, aging like an eight year old would. Youngblood rode on his horse around over towards Danny. Before Danny could do anything, his left hand shifted into a lasso and he roped it around Danny, pulling him into a huge cage that had suddenly materialized behind the skeleton horse. Youngblood tied Danny to the cage. He took out his satchel and rummaged through the bag. He found two pairs of slightly glowing green handcuffs, and used one pair to cuff Danny to one of the bars.

Youngblood bound Valerie next. He also cuffed her to the cage, but on the opposite side of Danny. It was then that our class woke out of their stupor and tried to run. However, it was too late. Youngblood blocked the door and basically herded us towards the cage like a Shepard dog herds a bunch of sheep. When we were all inside, the cage door shut with a clunk.

Both Danny and Valerie had their eyes shut. They were trembling slightly, Valerie a whole lot more than Danny. Their hands were above their heads, bound with rope. Each had their right hand tethered to the cage. Their feet were bound together.

The rest of the class just had their feet and hands wrapped in rope. It was relatively loose, but nobody could break out of the restraints. Soon, the cage was clouded with a green gas. I could feel myself getting sleepy. I tried to fight it, but my world soon faded to black.

I groaned. What hit me? Then I realized that I heard shackles clanging together. I opened my eyes and I was completely shocked. Instead of going into an old western type of lair (which was definitely what Youngblood's lair was right now), we were in a forest. Skulker's forest. We were still in our cage. Danny was already awake, trying to escape his shackles. Everyone else was still unconscious.

"Danny!" I called out meekly. Danny swiveled his head over towards me with unnatural speed. When he saw that it was just me, Danny relaxed.

"Sam. Are you okay?" Danny called to me. I nodded, chuckling softly a bit. Apparently, Danny heard me because his face screwed up slightly. "What's so funny?" He asked, completely confused.

"You should probably make sure that you're okay before you ask me." I managed to make out, before collapsing into a fit of smothered laughter. Danny rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine, Sam." Danny said, a little loudly. Mr. Lancer groaned and sat up. He must've heard Danny's comment because he jumped slightly.

"Mr. Fenton, how in Great Gatsby's name are you okay?" Our teacher asked incredulously. Danny shrugged.

"I'm not hurt. I'm just a little tied up." Danny replied smoothly. Technically, Danny didn't lie. Mr. Lancer raised his eyebrows. He shook his head at Danny. Danny was looking thoughtful. "You should probably get everyone else up. Oh, and untie everybody, since only your wrists and ankle are bound and you can still use your hands." He informed us. Mr. Lancer stared at him dumbfounded and I nodded. I started shuffling over to the people nearest me. Tucker was closest, thank god. I shook him. He mumbled incoherently and turned over. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I leaned over and started to whisper in his ear.

"Tucker, there's steak downstairs." Tucker shot up like a rocket and popped open his eyes. When he realized we were in the Ghost Zone, he whimpered. I couldn't hold back my laughter at his reaction. Tucker rolled his eyes at me. "Here, let me untie you." I finally managed to squeak out. Tucker turned and I undid the complicated knot. The roped fell off of his wrists. Tucker rubbed them, massaging the blood back into his hand. I turned and waited for Tucker to untie my wrists. When he didn't come to untie them a minute later, I swiveled my head back to look at my so-called friend. He was getting his ankle ties undone and failing. "Tucker? If you untie my hands, I can help you with your feet." I called, keeping the triumphant tone slightly woven in my voice. Tucker blushed. He turned to untie my wrists. When I felt the ropes fall off, I smiled.

Turning to Tucker, I undid his ankles. When I finished, Tucker whooped in joy, pretty much waking everybody else. I started to untie myself. After I was free (somewhat), I started to untie all of my peers. Everybody was untied after about a half an hour of work. People had started to help me out, getting everyone else free, once they were undone (if they could).

The only people who were still shackled were Danny and Valerie. Tucker and I went to unlock Danny, but found that his handcuffs needed a keyhole and that while we were asleep, his ankle ropes had been switched for cuffs as well. We looked over at Val and saw the same had happened to her.

However, when I looked at Valerie, I saw something suspicious behind her. I walked over to her part if the cage, and what I saw made me gasp. Everyone (other than Danny and Valerie) looked over there, too. There was an enclosed space of metal, a blue shield shielding the forest from the "room". In the room, there was green blood splattered along the floor. It looked like a place they mauled animals. There were coat stands with rope nooses hanging from the metal arms. Skulker had shotguns leaning against the shield walls. There were metal stockades, waiting to slice a head off of something. The blade was bloodied.

It looks like Skulker was a high-tech western fan, after all.

Okay. Does this make sense. At all? Whatever, I don't care. I kinda like it. This is unedited.

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