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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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sleep like the dead

“And now, I, Technus, shall finally have my electronic vengeance on you, ghost child and conquer this puny human world!” Technus shrieked, exiting the portal in a suitably dramatic fashion. The various weapons around the lab shook and trembled from his power and static from his core crackled, raring for a fight with his favorite enemy. Only the Phantom didn’t appear.

“Hmm, maybe I wasn’t loud enough,” Technus mused before starting up again. “Pathetic Phantom! You can only hope your miniscule half human strength will be enough to take on my squiggling mess of the tangled wires of terror!” He threw back his head and cackled loudly, waiting for his nemesis to show and the battle to begin. His laughter petered out after a bit and the lab became silent once more.

“Well, now he’s just being rude,” Technus fumed, floating up through the ceiling. “Don’t ignore my threats, child. I know you’re here, I can feel your cold core.” He stopped once he reached the ghost boy’s human lair, hovering a few feet from the bed where his rival was sprawled out, sound asleep.

“Come ghost boy, it’s time for fisticuffs! I have some new moves and some great catchphrases I’m ready to try out on you!” The technology ghost exclaimed in excitement, miming some punches. Phantom didn’t answer, just kept laying there barely moving save for his soft, shallow breaths. Technus watched as his breath fogged with each exhale, his core’s ghost sense but it still didn’t awaken him. “Child? Have you expired?”

He leaned forward and gently poked the boy’s cheek. It was squishy but firm unlike a ghost’s exterior and he could feel the dense bone underneath. Phantom didn’t so much as twitch. Technus drew back his hand, unsure of what to do. He’d surprised the child while he was in bed before but he always woke up and they fell into the usual routine. But now he’d changed the script and if there was something ghosts didn’t like, it was change. He flew back down to the portal and sped into the Ghost Zone at top speed, searching for someone who would be able to help him understand.

“Wow, baby pop whooped your butt that fast? Either he’s getting better or you’re getting more pathetic, my bet is the latter,” Ember teased as she strummed to herself from a floating rock near her lair.

“The ghost child won’t wake up and fight,” Technus said in a rush. “I went to the human world but no one answered my challenge. I went to his human lair and he was just lying on his bed thing and he wouldn’t move, even when I touched him.”

“That’s not like him, he’s usually more hopped up and ready to fight than a groupie on coke,” Ember frowned, setting aside her guitar. “Well come on, sparky, lets go check the kid out.”

They developed something of an entourage making their way back to the human portal. A few of the locals had heard that the infamous half ghost child was behaving differently and well, curiosity didn’t stop when the cat was killed. Skulker chuckled menacingly under his breath, Youngblood bounced around the adults. Johnny and Kitty had been going to the real world anyway and decided to tag along.

“Were his folks or Jazz home?" Johnny asked, riding his cycle slow enough to keep pace with the group.

“Who?” Technus questioned, “er no, the annoying children always with him were not around for once.”

“Annoying yes but they don’t live- uh occupy the same lair as the brat,” Johnny explained. As a younger ghost who’d held onto his humanity more than some, he had a better grasp of human culture. “His parents, the crazy ghost hunters in the blue and orange jumpsuits. Or his sister, Jazz. She has red hair and is kind of a know it all. They’re his family, they live with him.”

“Oh those weirdos,” Youngblood said wrinkling his nose. “Always loud and shouting about ripping apart ghosts. They’re not even good hunters.”

“Obviously, they haven’t noticed they got a ghost living with ‘em,” Ember added with an eyeroll.

“It’s a very stressful situation, Danny was worried about what they’d do if they found out,” Kitty frowned before sticking her tongue out at Johnny. “Danny’s a good guy, at least he talked to me about things that mattered.”

“Good target practice, you mean,” Skulker declared as they entered through the portal. Instinctively they all looked up to where the ghost boy’s core was humming but sensed no movement. “Alright, I will admit that is weird. Let’s see what the whelp’s up to.”

It was a bit cramped, the five of them crammed into the small room especially when they were keeping their distance from the room’s only living occupant. He had not moved since Technus had last been in here. At their entrance, his breath fogged again and he shivered for a second before settling back down.

“Well, he’s alive at least,” Johnny shrugged before leaning in close to examine him. “Kid looks wiped though.” He picked up the boy’s bony wrist which had been dangling off the bed, his fingers brushing the floor and held it up before dropping it. His knuckles rapped against the ground but he didn’t stir.

“Johnny, leave him alone, he’s trying to sleep,” Kitty hissed, yanking her boyfriend back by his ear.

“Come on, I’m not doing anything bad,” Johnny defended. “But, come on, how often are we gonna get a chance like this?”

“Hmm is human sleep that interesting that the ghost child would ignore all of us?” Technus asked, floating over and laying himself down on the bed. He laid there on the bed next to the boy for a few moments. “I do not believe I’m doing this correctly.”

“Nah you gotta close your eyes and go off to dreamland,” Youngblood said, grabbing a sock off the floor and then some papers from the desk and began stacking them on the half ghost’s head. The boy still didn’t react in the slightest.

“Is dreamland close? Another pocket dimension like the Zone?” Technus, ever the scientist, asked curiously.

“No, you idiot,” Ember sighed before tentatively reaching out and laying a hand on Phantom’s chest. “Yow, man that’s weird.”

“What?” Skulker asked, having been mostly content to watch until now. Youngblood had now piled several more items on the ghost boy’s head but he slept on, unawares.

“It’s just,” she scrunched up her face as she looked for the words, “I know what ghost cores feel like and I’ve been around enough humans to know the signs of life but he’s got both at once. His core flares and fades opposite his heart beat. It shouldn’t work but it does, somehow.”

“He is a most curious specimen, I rarely see Plasmius in his human skin so it’s hard to compare,” Skulker commented. “Of course Plasmius I can understand. He acts like a ghost, thinks like one. But the child, he’s certainly a ghost but he’s also decidingly... human.”

“That’s why we should be leaving him alone,” Kitty frowned, plucking Youngblood out of the air and moving him away from the sleeping teen. “If Danny isn’t waking up with all of us causing a racket then clearly he’s exhausted. We bother him enough, let him rest and fight him some other time.”

“But I wanted to fight now,” Technus whined, rolling over on the bed and resting one arm over the ghost boy’s body. “The Phantom surely wants to hear my latest monologue on how I’m the supreme ruler of everything electronic and beeping.”

“I know I don’t,” Youngblood shrugged.

“Me neither,” Johnny scoffed.

“Or me,” Ember muttered, putting her hands on her hips.

“Just let him rest,” Kitty said shooing the others back and gently brushing some of the kid’s hair out of his face revealing sallow features and dark marks under his eyes. “It’s hard enough being human much less a ghost on top of that; between fighting us and trying to have a normal life I bet he hardly gets any sleep. The least we can do is give him a break before he breaks.”

“I suppose it’s not sporting to kill a sleeping prey,” Skulker pouted. “And it’ll make his defeat more meaningful if he’s well rested and not uh,” he gestured to the Phantom’s general state of disarray.

“Better appreciate it,” Ember sulked for a second, kicking away some pajama pants from the floor. “His stupid human life. I’d give anything to sleep again, just for a minute.”

The ghosts sat in quiet contemplation for a moment, the dead looking enviously and curiously on the silent, sleeping boy, on a world they could only watch but not engage in. The moment was shattered by the front door slamming open.

“DANNO WE’RE HOME AND WE BROUGHT CHINESE!” Resonated through the house. Startled awake, the ghost child leapt out of the bed and hovered about a foot above it for a moment before sinking back down.

“Darn it Dad, I was napping,” Danny grumbled before he opened his eyes and saw several of his ghostly enemies standing awkwardly in his room. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Technus lounging on his bed. “What the-”

“Oh good, you’re awake!” Technus tittered happily, leaning into his personal space. “Ready to hear my spiel?” The temperature in the room dropped rapidly as his core ramped up and spilled over into his eyes which were no doubt glowing a fierce green.

“Get out of my room!” He shouted, reaching over to grab his emergency under the bed thermos but a sock falling from his hair into his face distracted him.

“Hey, just stopping by but we were just on our way out, sleep well, Danny sweetie!” Kitty said dragging the whole group through the floor. His core thrummed in agitation until he felt them cross the portal into the Ghost Zone. He sat there for a moment, shaking and panting from the adrenaline rush before he decided he really didn’t want to know. He flopped back onto the bed and reached over on his nightstand for the bottle Jazz had given him the other day.

“The heck is in this stupid sleep aid?”

#danny phantom #another flash is the pan DP fic #just something about Danny being so tired (also ODed on Nyquil) that he just misses his ghost sense going off #and the ghosts being there and without all the threats of death #just kind of hanging around #looking over him curiously snooping #how often do they get to like see him up close?#he's a freak! lets look him over also stack shit on his head!#and the weird space where you just cant remember being human and what sleeping is like but also being so envious that you cant do it anymore #((also just a note that Danny had all his enemies in his room and slept soundly but woke up in a jolt when his parents got home))#((take that as you will))

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ladylynse · 5 years

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Hey, LF Anon, since I’m working on another chapter of Whirlwind for :D Anon (at least once I get back to writing again, maybe Saturday?), I figure you deserve more of Le Fantôme, so here’s the rest of that scene that (should) fill in a couple of blanks for this one. (I’m cheating because I ended up finishing this before I wrote the new scene for you, but still, you haven’t seen all of it before.)

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Amity Park - Three Days Ago

Vlad disliked having to answer the door himself and pretend he’d given his servants the day off, but he could hardly let the citizens of Amity Park know how often he employed ghosts. It was a well-known fact that he worked from home as often as from city hall, so he couldn’t ignore the doorbell every time it rang, either. Really, he needed a better screening process. All Maddie (his program, not his cat) had told him was that he would be pleased if he answered the door, even though she knew he was on a deadline. “Trust me, sugar plum!”

If he hadn’t programmed her, he wouldn’t trust her. He still wasn’t sure who had introduced the virus that had connected her to the Jack program—it was supposed to be defunct—but he suspected young Daniel’s friend. It had taken him too long to disable it for it to be anyone else. Vlad hated to admit it, but Tucker Foley’s skill with electronics and technology in general rivalled Technus’s.

“Yes?” he ground out as he wrenched the door open. It was too early on a weekday to deal with this, especially when he was busy packing for his trip, and if it was another package to sign for—

“Vlad?”

Daniel Fenton stood on his doorstep. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt but had a duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

“Daniel? What is it?”

The teenager stared at him, and then he spoke, his words dripping with bitterness. “What do you think? I need to get away. Can I live with you for a while?”

Vlad blinked. He was not aware of any reason Jack and Maddie might have discovered Daniel’s secret, unless the boy’s incompetence and carelessness had finally caught up to him. Moreover, he couldn’t bring himself to believe that he was Daniel’s first choice when it came to something like this. He was far more likely to run to his little friends for help. “I’m flattered, little badger, but do you—?”

“It didn’t go well,” Daniel interrupted. “Didn’t you hear me? I need to get away. Out of the country is preferable. I hear France is nice this time of year.”

Vlad sighed. Daniel was far from subtle, though Vlad supposed he couldn’t really point fingers. He wondered how the boy had found out he was leaving town for the week. His blabbermouth of a father, no doubt, though Vlad didn’t recall telling Jack he was leaving for Paris and not Wisconsin.

“Come in,” he said. “I leave for my business trip within the hour. You can come along and tell me what happened.” It wouldn’t be difficult for him to get Daniel a ticket, even if the flight was full. He could probably have the arrangements made even without resorting to his ghost powers by the time his private jet landed at O’Hare. He had found it a rather accommodating airport in the past; money had so much pull these days.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Daniel said as he pushed his way inside.

Vlad closed the door and turned to follow the sullen teenager. “Do they—?”

“No.”

“You didn’t even give me time to finish, Daniel.”

“They don’t know about you.” Daniel dropped his bag in the middle of the hallway and rounded on Vlad. “You think I’d run to you if they did? You wouldn’t be safe.”

No, he wouldn’t be, but he had no guarantee that would last, either. If Jack and Maddie knew the truth about Phantom, it was possible even Jack could subsequently discover the truth of Plasmius.

“Your friends—”

“They can’t help me either. And it’s not like I can run to Aunt Alicia. Even if she’d be fine with all this, they’d look for me there.”

And they wouldn’t look for him here, at least not right away, because they knew he was going out of town—and, well, even Jack might have realized he wasn’t exactly Daniel’s favourite person.

Vlad decided not to push it right now. Daniel clearly wasn’t about to provide him with more details, and he could guess some of what would be said anyhow. Without knowing the truth, neither Sam’s nor Tucker’s parents would realize the gravity of the situation. Even if the kids conspired to keep Jack and Maddie from their son, they would invariably fail sooner rather than later. He, at least, had the power to properly hide the poor boy, especially in light of all the Fenton inventions that could track them both—and, as Daniel had known, he was leaving the country, not just the city.

Were he remaining in Amity Park, his help would have been undoubtedly asked for even if the reasons for asking were not explained in the interest of discretion. As it was, he could act as Daniel’s guardian without question. He already had impeccably forged documents for everything (passport included) in preparation for the time Daniel decided to renounce his father; he simply hadn’t expected that it would happen so soon.

“You do realize this isn’t a long trip,” Vlad said slowly, reaching down to retrieve Daniel’s bag. “I still have my mayoral duties to attend to; we’ll be gone for a week at most.”

Daniel smiled. “That’ll be enough time,” he said. “Thanks.”

Enough time for what? Daniel wasn’t one to plan, unless his sister or his friends were coming up with something to stage in his absence. Vlad supposed that was possible. They would go to extreme lengths to protect his secret if they felt it necessary, and from what Daniel had hinted about his parents’ reaction, it would be necessary. A trick, perhaps, to make the revealed secret appear to be nothing more than a misunderstanding—or merely some ghost trickery. Vlad’s lip curled at the thought; Jack and Maddie were entirely too quick to attribute things to trickery, whether the truth lay in reality or fiction. Whatever the case, it was no doubt better for the real Danny Fenton to be elsewhere.

“I could take you to Wisconsin afterward,” Vlad found himself offering. “It would be…quiet. I can arrange for the Booo-merang to be disassembled, and they wouldn’t look for you there.” He paused. “We could decide what the best path forward is from there, little badger.”

Daniel nodded slowly. “That might help. We’ll see how things go. If everything falls into place, it might not be necessary.”

There was a plan, then; just not one Daniel felt he should be privy to. That he was used to, and Vlad tried not to grind his teeth over the revelation. He would have to earn the boy’s trust if he was going to find out the details. Knowing their past, that wouldn’t be the easiest thing to do, but this trip….

This trip would help.

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#danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #dp fanfiction #fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #crossover #my writing #ladylynse #crossover snippet #dp snippet #ml snippet #snippets

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bellovebug · 5 years

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PhannieMay Day 15: Alternate Ending

I'm not that creative so I couldn't think of a way to rectify the monstrosity that is Phantom Planet, so instead I made an alternate ending to Bitter Reunions.

Think Outside the Box

“I could train you, teach you everything I know. And all you'd have to do is… renounce your idiot father.”

Danny stared at Vlad. Stared at him hard. Did this lunatic really think he was gonna do that? He wasn't going disown his dad.

Vlad was staring at him, waiting for his answer, obviously. He was smirking, his cape gently waving in the non-existent breeze (which was super cool, by the way. Why couldn't he have one?).

And yeah. He looked super evil. He was super evil. And yet… when he looked into his eyes, despite them being red and pupil-less and really kind of creepy, he didn't see the violence. He didn't see bloodlust, or rage, or anything else he would expect to see in the eyes of a villain of this standing. No, if anything, he saw… desperation.

What Vlad Masters was desperate for, Danny really had no idea. He still wasn't going to disown his dad though.

“Dude,” he began, shifting his shoulders from beneath the constraints of the spectral energy neutralizer. “You are one seriously crazed up fruit loop. That is never going to happen.”

As much as Vlad looked irked by denial, he also didn't look surprised. He looked resigned.

Hands clasped behind his back, Vlad looked at him with disdain. Frowning, he said, “Yes, well. Once your father is out of the way…” he paused menacingly. “We'll see how you feel.”

Vlad braced to…. Do something. Danny wasn't sure what that something was, but he was sure it wasn't good. But as Vlad braced, and Danny made a split second decision.

“Wait!”

Vlad paused, looking back at him. “Changed your mind already?”

Danny didn't know what he was doing. What was he thinking? What could he even do? He didn't know. Vlad wanted to… kill his dad, or something, and he was stuck in a box. Literally.

Well, he thought. I'm known for stupid jokes, so I guess I better… think outside the box.

“No,” he began insistently. “No. I…”

He didn't know what to do. He was fourteen and his whole body was stuck in a box! A crazy half ghost man was trying to kill his dad! Of course he didn't know what to say.

“What is it? Get on with it, Daniel; I haven't got all day.”

Don't call me Daniel, he thinks, but it super isn't the time.

“U-um, I was just thinking…. Maybe we could… make a deal?”

He was gonna say it right now, he was pulling all of this from nowhere. He hadn't thought any of this through in any capacity, but what choice did he have?

Vlad stared at him, and if he had been a movie villain, Danny was sure he would've stroked his chin. Or a cat. Did Vlad have a cat? Danny didn't know. It didn't matter.

Vlad considered him for a moment.

“...And what kind of deal are you proposing, Daniel?” Why does he have to say “Daniel” every time he speaks to me?

He racked his brain, trying to figure out something he could offer. But he didn't really know what Vlad's goal was here, so….

“That…. That depends.” He cleared his throat; he was nervous. What exactly was he getting himself into? “What- what's your goal?”

Vlad regarded him with suspicion. “Why, so you can smite it like the infernal pest you are?”

Geeze, alright, he thought. “No! I'm just trying to like, figure out what- what I could offer!”

Vlad seemed to pause, thinking, and turned around to observe his lab, and Danny bit the insides of his cheeks nervously. “...Well. if you must know…”

Danny waited anxiously for Vlad to tell him he wanted world domination, he wanted to kill him, something evil like that. But Vlad completely surprised him by saying, “I only want Maddie.”

Danny blanched. Maddie, like, his mom? Yikes. Like, he had seen Vlad making heart eyes at her and all, but he never thought it would be enough motivation to do this…

“What? Really?” Danny asked incredulously. “You know she's married, right? And in love? With my dad?”

Vlad whirled around, fixing him with a vicious stare, and snarled, “Why else would I want to kill that oaf of a man?”

Oh. Wow. Okay. Wow.

“Okay, well,” he pursed his lips. “Maybe we could… make a compromise and- and not do that?”

“And what kind of compromise are you proposing, Daniel? What can you propose that would be better than my already carefully constructed plans?

Vlad was being very obviously sarcastic and Danny had a strong urge to stick his tongue out. “Well, consider this.” He licked his lips and took a deep breath. “What if you try to win my mom over genuinely?”

“...What do you mean?”

“Well, ya know, bringing her, like, flowers and things. I'm her son, so I could help you with what she likes. And I can tell you right now- she would not want to be with you if my dad died. Especially if she knew it was you.” Danny really hoped Vlad was considering this, because if Vlad decided to leave right now, there would be nothing Danny could do about it.

Vlad squinted at him. “And what makes you think this will work when my plan won't?”

“I don't think that,” Vlad looked to interrupt, but Danny continued. “I don't think this plan will work, but yours definitely won't. If my dad was dead- or- otherwise, my mom wouldn't want to date anybody! She'd be way too sad! At least with my plan there's at least a chance. If you really think you're that much better than my dad, then prove it to her! Maybe she'll think so too.”

Vlad looked upset. Not overly so, just a crease in his chin there and the slight turn of his lips, but he looked shocked. Did he really think his plan would work? Really?

“...If you really think your plan will work better than mine,” Vlad said slowly. “Then I suppose you would know. You are her son, after all.”

Danny breathed a sigh of relief. At least he knew Vlad wasn't going to pummel him for saying that.

“Okay. Yeah! Yes. We can do that. I'll- I'll help you. Anything- most things- you wanna know, I can tell you.” Danny was so glad they managed to come to an agreement. He wouldn't admit it to anybody, but Vlad was far more powerful than him, and he had doubts that he would've been able to defeat him.

Vlad stepped close to the box, and reached for the switch. He hesitated, though, and retracted his hand. “If I unlock this box, you won't attack me, yes?”

Danny was surprised he hadn't even considered doing that. He supposed it would be smart, but there was no point in doing it now, was there? “No, no. Promise.” Vlad looked at him suspiciously, but switched the off switch anyways.

The box fell away from around him, and he hadn't realized how claustrophobic it had been making him.

Vlad transformed, from Plasmius back into normal Vlad. He held out a hand for him to shake, and Danny went to take it, but Vlad then jerked his hand away.

“Wait,” Vlad said suddenly.

“What?” Nerves were back- what was he going to say?

“We have not discussed the matter of your training.” Oh. Danny had completely forgotten about that.

“Oh. No, no, you don't have to do that, don't worry about it,” Danny waved him off, but he would be lying if the thought of all Vlad's knowledge didn't tempt him.

“You don't understand, Daniel,” Vlad seemed to soften then, his sharp edges losing their abrasiveness. “I want to do it. You are… the only person who could possibly benefit from my experience, and I would take great joy in teaching you.” Danny was shocked. Shocked. He was under the impression that Vlad hated him. “And… considering Maddie is your mother… I hope to, perhaps, one day…” Vlad sucked in a deep breath. “...see you as something of a son.”

Danny stared at him. Wow. Wow. Okay. That was… weird, but… okay. “...Oh,” he said intelligently.

“It's alright if you don't want my help, Daniel,” Vlad spoke sophisticatedly, and his edges sharpening themselves again. He seemed to stand up straighter. “I would not take it personally.”

“No! No, no, that-” he cut himself off, taking a deep breath. He sounded way to excited about it. “...That would be great.”

Vlad's face didn't change much, but Danny did see the small quirk of his lip indicating a smile. It made him think that maybe he wasn't as heartless as he made himself out to be. He still knew his mom would never get together with him, ever, but it made him think that Vlad might have had a chance had his father never existed.

Vlad cleared his throat and lifted his chin. “So, I leave your father alive, you help me woo Maddie, and I teach you what I know.” Vlad nodded, extending a hand. “Do we have a deal?”

Danny paused, considering one last time.

“Sure,” he said, clasping Vlad's hand. “I guess we do.”

Fin.

#phanniemay19 #phanniemay #danny phantom #danmy fenton #vlad masters #pm #pm19

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fruity-hub-blog · 5 years

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VladCo Cat Sanctuary

I was inspired by @d-o-t-s‘ art to write this thing.

Enjoy?

P.S. The awesome art can be found here

Something was up. Danny hadn’t heard a single thing from Vlad in five months. Not since the “science symposium” ordeal him and his mom ended up falling for. Of course, at first fact that Danny had left Vlad human with a bunch of mutant ghosts on his tail had worried him a little. Sure he had survived the same thing but he had his mom who was plenty capable at kicking ghost butt without powers. Vlad on the other hand… he wasn’t really sure how reliable he was without his ghost half. But his dad had mentioned that Vlad had been in the paper a week or two ago for some kind of nonprofit thing so Danny was at the very least assured he hadn’t committed murder by proxy.

He had to admit, the peace was nice, but he had a nagging feeling that it was all a front. Vlad hadn’t left him alone for this long since they first met, he usually tried to ruin his life on a bi-weekly basis. Danny decided that is was too suspicious to leave well enough alone. If Vlad was planning something big, he should head it off before it became a problem.

It was with that thought that he decided to “borrow” the specter speeder to make a little visit to dear old uncle Vlad in Wisconsin.

The first thing that really should have tipped him off that something was up was the fact that there was now an entire parking lot outside of the mansion. It was weird sure, but Vlad was a weird guy, and a rich one at that. Maybe he was planning on buying a fleet of limos. Danny parked the speeder in the empty lot and phased inside the castle. The second he was inside his ghost sense went off.

“Plasmius! I know you’re here!” Danny called, but no one answered. It was dark, but his ghost sense was telling him Vlad was in there somewhere. He floated along a deserted hallway and phased his head into door after door. Maybe it wasn’t the most subtle method but Danny wasn’t known for his subtlety. Danny took a quick look inside yet another room and his jaw dropped. There must have been... eighty... maybe a hundred cats! What the actual fuck? Was Vlad trying to raise a ghostly cat army? It wouldn’t be the first time he tried to tame ghost animals... but cats? really?

“Ah Daniel, I was wondering when you would turn up.” A voice came from inside the room.

“Uh... Plasmius?”

“Who else? Do you plan on lurking in the hall all day? I can’t believe a simple door would stop you if the locked door, closed sign, and gate didn’t so by all means come on in.”

Danny hesitantly floated in to the room, he was pretty sure it was the party room back during the reunion because it was bigger than any room in a home had a right to be, but it was also very noticeably cat themed, there were scratching posts and cat trees and toy mice everywhere. There also seemed to be a network of cat doors to the left and right, to other rooms maybe? Most astonishing of all, Plasmius was sitting in the middle of the room with a small black and white cat snuggled into his collar and a fluffy white one on his lap.

“Uh… are… are you alright?” Danny asked finally, half afraid that he had somehow broken Vlad. Why else would there be so many damn cats in one place? Why would Vlad of all people house all these cats? Danny had pretty clearly received the message that Vlad didn’t want a cat, let alone one hundred.

“Fine.” Plasmius responded levelly. “Never been better really, thank you for asking.”

“Uh… so… the cats…” Danny started uncertainty.

“Yes?”

“There’s a lot of them.”

“Quite.”

“Are… are they yours?” Danny asked hesitantly.

“More or less.” Plasmius shrugged. “I legally own four of them.”

“Four… and the other… Uh…” There were way too many to count.

“Seventy three? They are part of the VladCo sanctuary program.”

“The… What?”

“Honestly Daniel, you can read right? There was a big sign on the gate.”

“I flew over it.” Danny chuckled nervously. “So… what, you donated your mansion to be a shelter? Do you even live here anymore?”

Vlad transformed back to a human and stood up, gently setting the cat in his lap on the ground. He walked over to the opposite wall and grabbed a paper from a table and then walked over to Danny who immediately went on guard. Vlad rolled his eyes and handed him the paper. “Please, I am not starting a fight in here. As you mentioned there are quite a few cats, I would be rather put out if any of them were harmed.”

“VladCo cat sanctuary. Rehoming all unadoptable cats in the Green Bay Area…” Danny looked around again, a lot of the cats seemed to be injured or older. “Huh… so you take the ones no one wants?”

“More or less. I started a business relationship with the shelters in the general area, I take all cats they judge to be unadoptable and I keep them here, during the weekdays I open my doors for people to socialize with and possibly adopt them, and seeing as I am obscenely rich, I can afford to house and care for them indefinitely.”

“Okay, and how is it you can hold 77 cats in a room without any fights breaking out?” Danny decided to get the least insane question out of the way first.

“Ah, it turns out ghosts and cats get along rather well, my presence has a calming effect on them, they all get along rather well because of it. I also give them ample room, this is one of ten areas they can be in, and they are free to move about the area as they please.”

“Huh…” Danny noticed a small black cat was pawing at his leg and he looked at it uncertainly.

“I presume you have the same effect, it looks like that one would like some attention.”

“I… okay.” Danny decided that at the very least Vlad was serious about not fighting in here so sat down and allowed the cat to hop on his lap. He took a look at the nametag and snorted. “Please tell me you don’t name them. Because if you do I am never letting you live down naming this one spooky.”

“I do not name the cats, and there are probably at least ten black cats with similar names. Bad reputation you know, some people are rather superstitious.” Vlad said, idly playing with one of the cats that had walked up to him.

“Huh.” Danny began to absentmindedly pet Spooky. “So? What’s your plot? Why hoard all the cats? Are you making more experiments?”

“Heavens no, I did just say that this is a no kill operation. There is no plan. They are here to live the rest of their lives or be adopted into other homes. That is all.” Vlad frowned. “I suppose I owe you thanks for giving me the idea but I don’t think this is quite what you had in mind.”

“Uh, no. Usually when someone says get a cat they mean a cat. Not four plus an entire shelter.”

“Right well, either way… I suppose I should… er… apologize.” Vlad said awkwardly.

“For the… cats?” Danny asked slowly. “Uh I’m not allergic so it’s all good…”

“No Daniel, for…” Vlad looked like he’d rather not have said anything at all but he persisted. “Well my past actions may not have been… all that advisable. I had to take a step back and look at what I was doing and i’ve had a good amount of time to think in the past few months while i’ve been getting this operation running and… I’m… I’m sorry for everything.”

“Uh… wow. Who knew cat fixed crazy?” Danny said after a long pause.

“Daniel I am trying to give you a genuine apology if you are just going to crack jokes you can leave.” Vlad snapped at him.

“Yeesh, okay I was just trying to lighten the mood. I accept the apology… conditionally.”

“Conditionally.” Vlad repeated with a sigh. “Right, and the conditions are?”

“Stop going after my family and stop being… as much of a fruitloop.”

“That was the whole idea.” Vlad rolled his eyes. “I know that must be hard to believe but i’ve found something much more fulfilling to occupy my time.”

Danny had a dozen crazy cat caretaker jokes he could make but he held himself back. “Right. Well my parents are going to be wondering where I… and the specter speeder went so I think I’ll just…” He tried to move the cat off his lap and it meowed loudly, and jumped onto his shoulders. “Uh.... how do you get it off?”

“You don’t.” Vlad said with a mischievous look. “He will move when he feels like it, or not at all perhaps.”

“Dude, I have to get home, what is your new evil plan to trap me here with a kitten?”

“Oh by all means, you can leave. But I have the sneaking suspicion you won’t be leaving alone.”

“Oh hell no. I am not taking a cat home, I’m a dog person and my parents would kill me!”

“I’m sure they’d make an exception in little spooky’s case, just look at him. He’s a natural born ghost hunter.” Vlad said with a grin.

“Oh, yeah, all two pounds of him.” Danny said sarcastically.

“Look, I’ll send a note to Jack, he can’t say no to me and then spooky has a new home.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“You are a hero right? Adopting a little kitten is as heroic as it gets.”

So it was an hour later that the specter speeder was loaded up with everything Danny would need for his new cat, spooky, along with a whole lot of what the hell did I just get myself into?

Vlad wasn’t evil anymore.

Danny wasn’t sure this was any better.

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The Secret Life of Pets

Gift fic for @jkqlynidewho won my 100 follower giveaway! Also on AO3 and FFnet.

Also you wouldn't believe the kind of research I did for this fic. I discovered that a lot of cat owners hate literally everything their cat does. Who woulda thunk? And yes I may or may not have looked up the exact title of the movie with the same name as this fic just so I could properly copy it. If I'm gonna steal the title from a movie I'm gonna do it properly, dangit.

A ghost shimmered into view in front of Vlad. There weren’t a lot of ghosts who visited him at his mayoral office – most knew better than to bother him here.

He had to admit that he was surprised to see this one, however. While admittedly the white-haired teen had visited him before, he usually had a reason. Specifically, he usually dropped by all irate after Vlad had launched another of his brilliant plans.

Brilliant plans which he hadn’t made, recently. Which he hadn’t acted on.

So why was Daniel here?

“Little badger,” he greeted the boy in front of him, smiling politely – just because he didn’t know why Daniel was here didn’t mean that he had act like it. “What can I do for you?”

Daniel fidgeted, pulling his arms closer to his chest. And only now did Vlad notice that he was carrying something – a small bundle of bright green fur. A ghost?

“I, um.” He glanced downwards at the small animal in his arms. Then back at Vlad. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Really now?” Vlad let his eyes wander towards the unknown ghost. “Is this related to your little friend, perhaps?”

“Yeah, actually.” Daniel floated closer. And then unceremoniously dumped the ball of fur on Vlad’s desk.

The ghost turned out to be a small dog. Covered entirely with green fur, but blinking large red eyes at him. Its flame-like tail was wagging up a storm already, and its purple tongue was lolling out of its mouth. A spiked collar was looped around its neck, a small tag attached to the front of it. He didn’t bother reading it – he didn’t care.

Vlad grimaced, then ignored the ghost to look at the boy. “Daniel, what on Earth do you want me to do with this mutt?”

“I need you to look after him for me.” He started petting the dog, which squinted its eyes in pleasure. “I need him to stay away for a couple of days so I can get him a permanent place to stay. A week, tops.”

Was this kid serious? He considered Vlad his arch-nemesis, and yet he dropped by to ask him to babysit a dog?

“Daniel,” he started, folding his hands together to look more composed than he felt. “Why would you come to me to babysit,” he gestured at the panting dog on his desk, “this?”

The boy blinked large green eyes at him. “Well, I… You’re… sort of the only person I know who actually knows enough about ghosts to take care of one.” Then he looked down at the dog he was still petting and added, “And Cujo usually runs away to seek out other ghosts if he’s not already with one.”

Vlad sighed, repressing the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “So you decided to bring it to me?”

“Uh, yeah.” Daniel fidgeted uneasily, restlessly petting the dog. “Just for a few days, I promise! And– And taking care of a pet is good for you! Not like, you, specifically, but–”

Raising a hand to silence the boy, Vlad rolled his eyes. “Daniel. I already have a pet. And I’m not convinced that she will get along with this… this.”

“She?” Daniel echoed, eyes blown wide by the revelation. “Wait, did you actually get a cat? That’s great – if you already know how to take care of one pet, surely you can handle Cujo for a couple of days too?”

For a brief moment, Vlad was amazed at how easily Daniel had turned his argument against him. “She’s a cat, Daniel. Surely you’re familiar with the tales of how well cats and dogs get along?”

“Can’t you at least give it a shot?” His eyes were big and wet – like puppy-dog eyes, except that Vlad was a lot more immune to the red eyes of the dog itself. “If it doesn’t work – if Cujo and your cat don’t get along or anything – I’ll come pick him up again! Please, Vlad?”

That… might’ve been one of the first times that Daniel had called him by his actual name instead of Plasmius. Outside of settings where he had to call him Vlad, obviously. The boy… The boy must be very desperate.

He sighed, looking over the ghostly canine again. “Fine. Fine, I’ll do it. But Daniel–”

The boy stopped his premature cheer. “Yeah?”

“You’ll owe me one.” Vlad locked eyes with the only being in existence that was like him. “I am no fool – even I can see that you will not give up on your family, including your father. But in return for this, let me start training you. Let us quit this silly rivalry.”

Daniel’s eyes went from Vlad to the dog and then back to Vlad. Then he shrugged, almost carelessly, and said, “Sure dude. I never wanted to be enemies anyway. That was all you.”

And then he blinked invisible. A wind swept past Vlad almost immediately after – Daniel had left.

Perhaps… Perhaps something good could come out of this mess.

Of course, while he had considered the possibility that Maddie wouldn’t get along well with the ghost dog, there was another scenario that he hadn’t thought about. Because Maddie didn’t reject the dog, didn’t seem bothered by Cujo’s presence – presumably her familiarity with his own ghost form helped.

No, it was far worse. Maddie and Cujo got along too well. Because cats, as anybody could tell you, were a menace. A lovable menace, but a pain nonetheless. Really, the last thing he needed was for his cat to make friends with a ghost.

Because if you thought that a regular cat could be a pain, well… One with access to ghost powers, even if indirectly, was far worse.

All things considered, it started fairly calm. Maddie kept tailing Vlad everywhere he went. This was normal – and kind of cute, honestly. She enjoyed his presence enough to seek him out, after all. After a lifetime of being avoided, being wanted was foreign to Vlad.

Of course, there were rooms that Maddie wasn’t allowed inside of. Vlad would always close the door when he went there – Maddie didn’t know how to open doors, after all.

He was in the lab. It was one of the few places where Maddie wasn’t allowed to come, despite how much time he spent there. It was simply too dangerous. And, admittedly, working in the lab was a lot easier without a cat getting in his way.

Vlad turned away from his desk for a moment, papers spread all over. He just needed to grab some of his other research.

When he turned back, a fluffy white cat was lying on top of his notes.

“Maddie,” he said, somewhat disgruntled and more than a little surprised. How had she gotten through his door? Even if she had learned how to open doors, his lab was hidden and therefore didn’t have an actual door.

She meowed in response. He gave her a quick pat, muttering under his breath, “How did you even get here.”

A yip from below him startled Vlad, and he backed away a step or two. And sitting there, next to the table, was that damnable ghost dog.

“Oh, of course.” He sighed. The dog must’ve phased Maddie into the lab. “You’re responsible for this, aren’t you?”

The ghost wagged its tail, its mouth stretched in what had to be a doggy smile.

Vlad rolled his eyes, but turned away from the pair of pets again. He had work to do, and for the moment the lab was safe enough for Maddie. Maybe not for the dog, but it seemed that that animal would stick close to either him or Maddie anyway.

And if he had to shoo not one but two animals off of his desk when he turned back… Well, it wasn’t like anybody would know, anyway.

The next time Vlad went to his lab, he activated his ghost shield. He really didn’t want Maddie getting caught up in any experiments.

He thought it was very clever, until he came up a few hours later. There was toilet paper everywhere. Long strings of it, in many places shredded – apparently by both claws and fangs.

Now, Maddie had ravaged toilet paper before. But this had been easy enough to prevent – he just had to develop the habit of closing his bathroom doors. He hadn’t considered that if Cujo could phase Maddie into his lab, then of course the dog could also phase Maddie into his bathrooms.

And apparently the dog had taken the effort of taking the toilet paper out through the closed doors, as well.

A quick inspection revealed that two of the doors had been opened. His third bathroom was still closed, and the damage of that toilet paper roll had been contained.

At least Maddie hadn’t gotten stuck in any of the rooms, like he had feared. That dog was absolutely capable of phasing his cat into a room and then forgetting to take her out again.

Of course, moments later he saw Maddie sprint by, a trail of toilet paper following her. Three steps behind her came the half-expected green canine, as well.

Vlad wished, for a long moment, that he hadn’t accepted Daniel’s request. And then, with a heavy and world-weary sigh, he set out to clean up the mess.

But that hadn’t been the end of it. Not even for that day. Because Vlad had sat down in his living room, intending to enjoy the peace and quiet of a nice evening to himself after a productive day.

Then Maddie meowed from one end of the room.

And then the dog – Cujo – answered with a bark from the other end of the room.

This repeated itself several times over – Maddie would meow and Cujo would bark – over and over and over.

In the end Vlad retreated to his lab to read his book. There would clearly be no peace and quiet for him as long as he was in the same room as the two animals.

Despite what people might expect from his billionaire status, Vlad always made his breakfast himself. In fact, he made most meals himself – he preferred to be alone and in peace. People were just so bothersome.

So he found himself sitting at his kitchen table with a simple breakfast in front of him. To his left, on the table, was Maddie. To his right, also on the table, was Cujo. Neither of the animals were allowed on the table, of course, but they apparently didn’t care.

Vlad attempted to remove the dog, but the moment he looked away Maddie lunged for his breakfast. When he warded her off, Cujo struck instead. Disgruntled, he grabbed his breakfast and left, hoping that that would be last of that.

But that evening he was on the couch with his dinner. Maddie was on the couch next to him. He didn’t know where Cujo was, and quite frankly, he didn’t care.

Until a crashing sound came from a far room.

His eyes snapped in the direction of the sound immediately, and he pushed himself off of the couch to investigate. Then he heard a purring sound coming from behind him.

Whirling around, he spotted Maddie swiping his food. He waved the cat off, realizing that the two must’ve conspired to distract him – and against all odds, it had worked.

Unbelievable. He had been outsmarted by animals.

Maddie, having lost her opportunity, slunk off. Vlad didn’t track where she went. Presumably she was off to meet up with the ghost dog again – or wherever she usually went to mope.

Shattering glass and a wailing cry – Maddie’s.

Swearing, Vlad jumped off of the couch again. He strode in the direction her cry had come from – then paused. Turned around.

Sitting on the couch, eating his damn food, was Cujo. The stupid ghost didn’t even need food – he was doing it just because he was a dog.

Vlad growled, pink ectoplasm sparking around his fists. Cujo seemed to get the message, because he whined and sprinted away – through a wall.

He didn’t pursue – there was no point. Hopefully the animal had learned his lesson now.

Unlikely, but a man can hope, yes?

There were rules. Places where Maddie wasn’t allowed to come. And she knew this, no matter how little she might’ve liked it. The lab, for one, was off-limits. His bedroom was another – he didn’t want her to interrupt his sleep.

Yet somehow, during the night, his bed gained two small lumps of fur.

Vlad squinted at the two – Cujo gave off barely enough glow for him to see by. The dog was laying on the mattress itself, curled up like a regular dog. His eyes – empty and red like Vlad’s own in ghost form – were narrowed but open. That made sense – ghosts didn’t need to sleep. Cujo was simply playing along, or following old habits.

Next to him, on a spare pillow, laid Maddie. She did seem to be asleep, curled in on herself. She looked very comfortable, and Vlad regretted that he had to interrupt her sleep.

But neither of the animals could stay. He knew what cats were like – just because she was well-behaved now didn’t mean it would last.

He scooped the cat off of the pillow, moving towards the door. A short glance – glare – at Cujo assured that the dog followed. Maddie meowed complaintive, but Vlad didn’t let that sway him.

He dropped her outside his room, in the hall. Cujo padded past him, sitting down next to Maddie.

“You two stay out here,” he told them, as if the animals would listen. “And, for the love of everything that is holy, stay out of trouble.”

He closed the door behind him. Then, for good measure, he locked it as well. Just in case either of the pets would figure out how to open doors at some point during the night.

And with a tired sigh, he curled back into his bed.

It wasn’t until several hours later, when he woke with a warm ball of fur pressed against his stomach and a cold one against his chest, that he remembered that doors were useless against these two.

Vlad had an important meeting he had to get to. He had to look impeccable – as put together as usual. Clean, well-made black suit and all. He grabbed his jacket, stuck one arm through the sleeve–

Paused. Took the jacket off again.

It was covered in white fur. This was, unfortunately, somewhat expected. The disadvantages of owning furry animals was that, somehow, their leftover hair would find its way everywhere throughout the house.

He rolled his eyes and flickered the jacket intangible. Maddie’s white hairs fell through it and onto the floor. He would still have to clean it up, but at least they weren’t on his suit anymore.

The jacket went back on. Vlad looked in the mirror, straightening the garment out and shooting his mirror image his best smile.

Then his smile dropped again.

Glowing hairs – green hairs – were scattered all over it. Of course – they were ectoplasmic in origin, and would therefore shift tangibility along with the jacket. But why would a ghost dog still shed its fur?

Vlad grumbled, brushing off the fur to the best of his abilities. Once he could find no more, he left the house. He had to hurry to his meeting, but that was preferable over showing up with green fur all over his coat.

The GIW were ruthless. And, as idiotic as they were, even they would be able to tell that the fur came from a ghost.

When he returned home, Vlad was, once again, exhausted. The GIW were quite possibly the most idiotic people he knew. Almost impossibly worse than Jack Fenton, even. Absolute morons that had somehow banded together in a group even more moronic than the individuals were.

But they possessed potential. Had some brilliant inventions hidden between their FentonWorks rip-offs. And sometimes they got lucky.

And oftentimes they targeted Daniel. Which he had to carefully encourage, but not too much – they could be allowed to hunt the boy, but not hurt him. Not too badly at least. Just like Skulker.

Of course, unlike Skulker, he couldn’t tell the GIW this. He had to nudge them in the right direction.

Either way, he returned home tired. He just wanted to slump down on his couch and enjoy his peace. Perhaps pet his cat if she could be found – if that darned dog hadn’t stolen her away to cause mischief.

Unfortunately, the home that awaited him wasn’t nice. It wasn’t clean or peaceful or any the things he had hoped for.

Things were scattered everywhere. Most of them had been broken – shards of vases and glassware and lord knows what else laid strewn around him. Even the things that weren’t as easily destroyed had clearly been damaged – clawed gouges and bite marks could be spotted.

Bite marks which very clearly weren’t Maddie’s.

That, combined with the fact that many of the things laying broken on his floor had been inaccessible to his cat, led Vlad to realize this; the dog had, once again, struck. Cujo had worked together with Maddie to not only phase her into locked and closer rooms, but to help her reach higher areas she couldn’t normally get to.

Vlad would’ve said that the ghost flew her up, but he admittedly had never seen Cujo fly. But somehow he must’ve boosted Maddie up – or gotten up high himself – because Vlad knew that some of these things had been stored out of reach.

He swore loudly, kicking away some of shards of what appeared to be a glass case. A sharp yip sounded from a few rooms away. It was immediately followed by a meow.

Cujo phased through the wall, Maddie somehow perched on his back. They wandered over to him, blinking large eyes.

Those stupid animals. Why on Earth had he listened to Daniel? Why had he agreed to take in this demonic ghostly canine?

Suddenly Valerie’s hatred made a lot more sense to him.

Vlad woke up tired. He had been woken at some point in the dead of night by Maddie and Cujo. They hadn’t come into his room, but apparently that wasn’t necessary for them to be a bother.

By the sounds of it, Maddie had gotten a playful bout of energy somewhere near 3 in the morning. Cujo, as a ghost who didn’t need sleep, had happily played with her.

Unfortunately, this hadn’t been very quiet.

So, yes. Vlad woke up exhausted. He dreaded the next day – he had nothing planned, but still. He was a billionaire and he was a mayor. He couldn’t take a day off just because his pets – his singular pet and the one he was babysitting – were a nuisance.

And thus he found himself in his living room with a cup of coffee. With a cup of very strong coffee. Sue him, he needed it. Deserved it for putting up with that ghostly canine wrecking ball.

He was, admittedly, considering contacting Daniel to get rid of it again. He hadn’t anticipated how much trouble the dog would get into. How it would sway Maddie to its side.

If he gave in, he would lose his favor over Daniel. But was that really worth all this suffering?

The doorbell rang. It startled Vlad so badly that he almost spilled coffee over himself. Cursing under his breath, he put the mug away and started making his way to the door.

He hadn’t even made it to the hall when the door slammed open. Three men in impeccable white suits stormed inside – all carrying large ecto-weaponry.

“What’s the meaning of this?” he snarled at them, stamping down his temper to the best of his abilities. As exhausted as he was, he had almost given in to the urge to flash his eyes red. Like a child. Like Daniel.

One of the guns turned to him. The other two peeked into the room past him. He wondered why they had come. It couldn’t be that they suspected him of being a ghost – if they had, more than one gun would’ve been aimed at him.

“We’re running an investigation on you and your properties, sir,” the man in the front answered. His gun was still aimed at Vlad, unwavering.

Vlad got a nasty flashback to the time when Daniel had sent the GIW to his Wisconsin mansion. It had been part of their prank war – a low point in Vlad’s life, he had to admit. But that couldn’t be why they were here now. Daniel wouldn’t have called in the GIW if that ghost dog was still around.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” he asked instead, resisted the urge to sneer at the man. Instead he straightened himself out, standing as tall as possible. He had to maintain as much of a stronghold as he could – he couldn’t rely on his ghost powers in this situation.

“We don’t need to answer that.” One of the men had moved past Vlad, carelessly aiming his gun at everything and nothing. “But we have reasonable proof that you are being haunted by a ghost. One, if not more. It is our job to hunt ghosts.”

Vlad shook his head. “Nonsense. Where did you even get such a foolish idea from?”

The third man, the one who hadn’t spoken yet, snorted. Then he flung an arm in Vlad’s direction. He dodged by reflex, but the man hadn’t been aiming for him.

Between his fingers he held a single hair. Green and glowing.

Of course. Of course it would be that cursed dog that screwed things over for him. He should’ve known.

He opened his mouth to defend himself, but the whine of a charging ecto-gun shut him up. The man who had passed him had turned around again, his gun now also aimed at Vlad. Even the one that held the hair had his gun in Vlad’s direction.

“So perhaps there is a ghost in my house,” he finally uttered, putting on an unconcerned facade. “But surely there is no need to aim these weapons at me?”

“Maybe not,” the first man conceded with a slight tilt of his head. “But you kept its presence hidden from us. You, Vlad Masters, have no reason to do so.” The gun in his hand gave a whine as it, too, charged up a shot. “Therefore you must be overshadowed, or otherwise influenced by a ghost.”

Well, he supposed that they were mostly right. He was influenced by a ghost. Daniel had, more or less, forced him into taking care of the ghostly canine.

But now he was surrounded by three charging ecto-guns, scrambling to find an excuse. Because if they fired, they would notice that the guns had effect – and that meant that a ghost was involved. And that would lead to them digging and finding Vlad Plasmius – finding half-ghosts in general.

Before Vlad could act, however, a sharp bark came from the hallway deeper into the mansion. Four heads swiveled in that direction.

Standing there was a small green dog. Cujo’s aura flickered. Flared.

Then suddenly the dog wasn’t so small anymore.

The new ghost was enormous. It towered over Vlad – would’ve towered over Jack Fenton, even, the largest man Vlad knew. Its red eyes glowed with anger, the spikes on its collar glinting dangerously in the light.

It growled, baring teeth larger than Vlad’s hand. Then it barked again, far louder this time. The sound echoed throughout the room, drowning out the noise of the charging guns.

And then Cujo leaped. Stormed right into Vlad’s direction – and towards the GIW agents that surrounded him.

A squeak from Vlad’s right, then a clatter as the gun hit the floor. One of the agents fled the scene, leaving his weapon behind.

The other two followed soon after, although they had at least held onto their guns.

Cujo chased them to the door, then stopped. Watched, as if he was making sure that the three wouldn’t return. Then he turned back to Vlad.

The dog towered over Vlad. Briefly, he wondered if Daniel knew the dog could do this. Then he remembered that Daniel had named it Cujo – a name that suddenly seemed a lot more appropriate.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when an enormous purple tongue swept over him. He grimaced, attempting to wipe the worst of the drool off of him.

“Thanks,” he muttered. The dog barked, seemingly more happy. Then with a pop, Cujo returned to his old size.

Vlad supposed that maybe (maybe) this dog wasn’t all that bad.

A glance around the room reminded him of the damage it had caused the previous day.

Even so, he was more than ready for Daniel to return to pick the walking disaster up again.

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #phanfic #dp fanfiction #phanfiction #vlad masters #cujo #maddie the cat #vlad plasmius #dark writes #me? sitting on this fic for another day so it wouldn't get mixed up with disinterred? it's more like than you think #the title is lame but i couldn't think of a better one #besides the STORY is what matters yes? yes

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