Chapter 1: The Mission
Author's Note : HEY, HO! Who missed me? So everyone has noticed that Misfit Masters is on hiatus, it will remain so until...hmm...let's say a week from now! So here's a story I posted on my AO3 (is that right? Or is it AOO?) accout TheOwlOfTheNight. So expect some Mary sue-ness and funnies from this fic!(© Butch Hartman & Nickelodeon)
It was Summer vacation and nothing could go wrong. Me and my two best friends were out walking down town for some ice-cream. Having nothing else to do and no actual summer plans, we spent the whole day shopping and eating. What else would three young ladies do on their first day of freedom together?
I was wearing my new green beret, a sleeves ruffled striped blouse, worn out skinny jeans , and knee high buckled boots. My friend Irene wore a 'I heart NY' tank top, short shorts, and old pairs of sneakers. And finally, my friend Taylor wore a torn up t-shirt with a tank top underneath, torn up skinny jeans, and biker boots.
Irene and I, both eighteen, look just like twins. With long black hair, black frame glasses, brown eyes, pale skin, and similar birthmarks on our right hand. The only difference we have is the fact that I'm on the fat side, and she's super skinny.
Taylor, on the other hand, didn't look a thing like has blond hair with pink highlights, tan skinned, blue eyes, and average weight. She was in her second year of college and was twenty-one. She also had the cutest button nose, while Irene and I had crooked noses; 'witches noses' is what Taylor tells us we have.
As we were making a turn at a street, a bright blue light flashed in front of us. Screaming, the void sucked as in, and we were being hurling to who knows where.
Suddenly we found ourselves being thrown out of the sky and falling to the ground, and man does it hurt when you're at the bottom of the pile.
"Get off me." I elbowed who ever was on top of me.
"Ow!" Taylor shouted and rolled on her side making Irene topple on top of me.
Standing up, Irene fell off of me.
"Where are we?" I asked looking around then stopped to stare at the huge sign that stated: Amity Park, A Nice Place To Live!
"Are we…in a cartoon?" Irene blinked not believing it.
"Hey there's something on your back Jeanette." Taylor pointed out.
"Yeah, there is." Irene nodded.
"What, what is it?" I reached towards my back trying to reach what it was but, Irene pulled it off before I did though.
"It's a letter and a key." Irene was holding the two things up.
"What's the letter say?" Taylor asked looking over Irene's shoulder.
"Gee, I don't know, let my x-ray vision kick in." Irene sarcastically muttered while unfolding the paper. She began reading it out loud.
"Dear Girls, Welcome to Amity Park! Sorry to pick you up on such short notice, but I needed your help desperately. I left you all with a key to your new apartment, the address is Treeleaf Street Apartment 21. Inside your apartment you'll find suitcases with your names on it, and letters inside that will tell you your mission. Good luck and please don't fail me. Signed CW"
"Well then…we finally get to live on our own." I shrugged trying to be positive. Irene and Taylor just gave me a look.
Finding the apartment was kind of hard. Taylor kept running away to find Danny and hug the guy to death. Irene was trying to track down a ghost. Then there was me, trying to get us to 'accidentally' go to the Mayor's Office. Just to see if it was post Phantom Planet…Ok I just wanted to go see Vlad, sue me.
When we finally got the apartment, we were kind of shocked to see that it was one of those small one floor complex. Inside we were relieved that it wasn't so tiny. Two bedrooms, living room, kitchen, and a bathroom with a shower, and it was furnished. All bed rooms already had a beds with sheets, the master bed room had an extra bed and a drawer with a mirror. The living room had a couch, loveseat, coffee table, TV, and one of those ornament lamps. The kitchen didn't have a table, which sucked, and the shower curtain in the bathroom looked old. Throwing our shopping bags we had to the ground, we all went to our suitcases.
The suitcases were all on the beds. Taylor's was in the small room, while Irene's and mine were in the master bedroom. My suitcase was the bed on the right that was, while Irene's was on the left. Opening my case, I noticed the clothing inside, they were mostly what a business woman would wear. Long skirts, stockings, garter belts, long sleeved collared shirts, and fancy hair clips. The letter was stuffed in an inner pocket filled with dress shoes. Pulling it out I began to read it.
Jeanette, your little obsession with Vlad may make your mission seem like a wish come true. I need you become his secretary's assistant in order to get close to him. From there you can do whatever your heart's desires, just don't get fired. And don't worry about competition for the job, that's been taken care of.
I laughed covering my face with the letter. I get to be around Vlad, without stalking him. Hell yeah that's awesome. Maybe I can get the guy laid finally, I mean that guy really needs to get laid. Why else would he be so uptight and crazy?
Irene was squealing in delight. "I get to go ghost hunting!" Then she groaned. "But I have to work with the Fenton's. Man, Jack is like annoying, but Maddie is kind of cool." She looked like she was at war with her inner self.
Taylor slammed open the door and came in huffing. "I need to work at the Nasty Burger, just because he didn't really have a mission for me. That's so not fair." She laid down on my bed whining. "What do you guys get to do?"
"Work with the Fenton's as an assistant." Irene said.
"Become a secretary assistant." I smiled.
"You guys get to be assistants?" Taylor sat up pouting. "Not fair." She crossed her arms. "I'm the older one, I should have gotten the cool job. Like, I know Irene loved the idea to hunt ghost ever since this cartoon came out, but you a secretary Jeanette? What's up with that?…Wait" She gave a smirk. "It has to do with something with Vlad doesn't it? But wait, ew! He's like twenty years older than you!" She scrunched up her face.
"Age doesn't matter!" I stuck out my tongue.
"For what? Love or obsession?" Irene teased.
"Shut up guys." I hid my smiling face in the letter.
"Man you're gross Jeanette." Taylor stood up. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going get that dumb application for Nasty Burger." She walked out.
"Yeah, I'm gonna see when I can get in for an interview." I said walking to the living room where the phone and phonebook was.
"Hold up, I want to use the phone first!" Irene yelled after me.
"Yeah, no." I rushed to the phone on the coffee table before being tackled to the ground.