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Ch. 10
New lease on life
A Danny Phantom fan fic by Wega the blue sun
No copyright infringement is intended, the DP characters don't belong to me, nor am I making any money off them. Only the OC's in this fic and the story itself belong to me, and I'm still not making any money.
Vlad goes to desperate lengths to attain his hearts desire. Story contains mature themes, adult situations, crude language and nudity.
A/N: thanks go to d. You know who you are!
Ch. 10
Plasmius stared at the pulsing vortex which stuck on the wall like an otherworldly dart board. "So this portal appears out of thin air shortly before I get here? Figure the odds!" he mumbled while considering his options. Unless naturally occurring ghost portals were common in this reality, the vortex most likely originated with Clockwork, the halfa thought. The full extend of the time keeper's powers was unknown to Plasmius, but it was entirely possible that he could open portals at will. When he'd first approached the time guardian about his intend to search for an alternate future, Clockwork had been dismissive until he abruptly changed his mind and given not only permission to enter the time stream but a device to manipulate it as well.
Plasmius suspected that Clockwork had kept tabs on him from the beginning, and the time guardian probably knew that the halfa had broken his promise. Plasmius had vowed not to disturb the time continuum or to harm anyone, and while he considered his actions necessary to improve his chances at a future with Maddie, Clockwork probably felt otherwise. So had the guardian opened the portal in the hope to trap him? Plasmius chuckled. He'd come too far to blunder into a trap, but he also knew that access to the ghost zone would be extremely helpful if he was to achieve his goal. He needed the portal, if it was a genuine one, but there were less risky ways of finding out what lay behind.
After a moment of concentration four identical versions of Plasmius appeared before him. The duplicates moved towards the portal without a word and entered it one by one, while the original halfa sat on a bale and waited. The duplicates would act on his behalf and scout out whatever lay beyond the vortex. Should they encounter danger or even be destroyed wouldn't matter to him, since they were only manifestations of his ghost form.
Time passed and Plasmius became impatient. Had the duplicates run into some sort of trouble? Was the portal a trap after all?
Just then the copies exited the vortex and Plasmius breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't have to tell him that they'd encountered nothing out of the ordinary. Now it was time to take a look for himself, the halfa thought while he sped through the portal. The ghost zone he entered looked identical to the one he knew. An endless expanse of greenish darkness filled with spectral mists and disembodied landscapes stretched out before him. So far, so good, the halfa thought while he noted that the portal he'd just exited looked like an old barn door. "How appropriate!", he grinned while he raced off into the depth of the ghost zone. Plasmius was on a ghost hunt, and it would only be a matter of time before he'd find his prey.
Before too long he saw a group of shapeless forms congregating in the distance. He accelerated to top speed and plowed into the midst of the assembly, grabbing as many ghosts as he could get his hands on. "What's the big idea? Let go!" one of the small spectres piped up. Plasmius declined to reply, but increased pressure on the ghosts bodies until they began to bulge like overfilled water balloons. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Vlad Plasmius and I am in need of assistance. You look like a bunch of capable whatever you once were. Are any of you interested in a job?"
"A job?" the ghosts squealed in high pitched voices. "We don't work, we're ghosts!" "So am I, but that's beside the point. Did I happen to mention the job site is outside the ghost zone?" Plasmius said while he slightly decreased the pressure. "Outside? You mean in the human's world?" a small spectre asked. "Oh, I haven't been there in ages ..." his voice trailed off. "Interested?" Plasmius said with a wide grin which showed off his fangs to their best advantage. Few ghosts could resist the lure of the outside world, even if it was only for a brief visit. "Let's talk specifics! You'll like working for me, I can promise you that!" the halfa said to his rapt audience.
A few negotiations later Plasmius reentered the portal and his new helpers scattered out in the barn. "Nice!" one of them said with a giggle. "Keep the comments to yourself! You all have your orders, so get to work! Time is of the essence!" the halfa snapped and waved dismissively at his new crew. "Can't we look around a bit first?" a very small ghost asked plaintively. "Remember our deal! First you work, then you get to have fun! And don't even think about goofing off or running out on me!" Plasmius snarled and raised a gloved fist at the cowering group. "I will hunt down each one of you and make you suffer beyond anything you can imagine!" The ghosts recoiled in fear and hastily exited the barn while mumbling assurances of their loyalty.
It just goes to show how easy it is to properly motivate one's workforce, be it human or ghost, Plasmius thought. This new crew would expedite his plans immensely, but time was passing fast, the halfa was surprised to note how late it had become. It was time to check on Olaf who by now should be in recovery, Plasmius thought while he stacked up hay bales to conceal the portal in the unlikely event someone entered the barn. Eventually he'd have to build a containment device, but for now a makeshift barrier of bales and locked barn doors would have to suffice for this side of the portal, while one of his new associates guarded the entry from the ghost zone, Plasmius thought while he raced towards town.
He entered the hospital close to where Olaf's room was, and once he'd made certain that no one was around to witness his sudden appearance Plasmius shifted back into his human form. The door to the room was open, but the single bed was empty and freshly made. Vlad had spent enough time in hospitals to know what that signified and he rushed out into the corridor to find someone to question. A nurse was walking towards him and Vlad hurried to close the distance. "Where's Olaf Masters? He was supposed to have surgery today!" he snapped. "Are you a relative?" the nurse asked curtly. Vlad glared at the woman until she became nervous. "What has happened to my uncle?" he said slowly. "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to talk to the doctor!" the nurse said while she hurried down the corridor. "Then get the doctor!" Vlad snapped while he impatiently tapped his foot on the floor.
"Once again you've helped Plasmius by providing him with a portal!" the voice of the chorus rose accusingly. "Or are we to assume the portal is indeed a trap?" "If you'd like to think so", the time keeper said politely. "It all depends on what your definition of trap is..."
A Danny Phantom fan fic by Wega the blue sun
No copyright infringement is intended, the DP characters don't belong to me, nor am I making any money off them. Only the OC's in this fic and the story itself belong to me, and I'm still not making any money.
Vlad goes to desperate lengths to attain his hearts desire. Story contains mature themes, adult situations, crude language and nudity.
A/N: thanks go to d. You know who you are!
Ch. 10
Plasmius stared at the pulsing vortex which stuck on the wall like an otherworldly dart board. "So this portal appears out of thin air shortly before I get here? Figure the odds!" he mumbled while considering his options. Unless naturally occurring ghost portals were common in this reality, the vortex most likely originated with Clockwork, the halfa thought. The full extend of the time keeper's powers was unknown to Plasmius, but it was entirely possible that he could open portals at will. When he'd first approached the time guardian about his intend to search for an alternate future, Clockwork had been dismissive until he abruptly changed his mind and given not only permission to enter the time stream but a device to manipulate it as well.
Plasmius suspected that Clockwork had kept tabs on him from the beginning, and the time guardian probably knew that the halfa had broken his promise. Plasmius had vowed not to disturb the time continuum or to harm anyone, and while he considered his actions necessary to improve his chances at a future with Maddie, Clockwork probably felt otherwise. So had the guardian opened the portal in the hope to trap him? Plasmius chuckled. He'd come too far to blunder into a trap, but he also knew that access to the ghost zone would be extremely helpful if he was to achieve his goal. He needed the portal, if it was a genuine one, but there were less risky ways of finding out what lay behind.
After a moment of concentration four identical versions of Plasmius appeared before him. The duplicates moved towards the portal without a word and entered it one by one, while the original halfa sat on a bale and waited. The duplicates would act on his behalf and scout out whatever lay beyond the vortex. Should they encounter danger or even be destroyed wouldn't matter to him, since they were only manifestations of his ghost form.
Time passed and Plasmius became impatient. Had the duplicates run into some sort of trouble? Was the portal a trap after all?
Just then the copies exited the vortex and Plasmius breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't have to tell him that they'd encountered nothing out of the ordinary. Now it was time to take a look for himself, the halfa thought while he sped through the portal. The ghost zone he entered looked identical to the one he knew. An endless expanse of greenish darkness filled with spectral mists and disembodied landscapes stretched out before him. So far, so good, the halfa thought while he noted that the portal he'd just exited looked like an old barn door. "How appropriate!", he grinned while he raced off into the depth of the ghost zone. Plasmius was on a ghost hunt, and it would only be a matter of time before he'd find his prey.
Before too long he saw a group of shapeless forms congregating in the distance. He accelerated to top speed and plowed into the midst of the assembly, grabbing as many ghosts as he could get his hands on. "What's the big idea? Let go!" one of the small spectres piped up. Plasmius declined to reply, but increased pressure on the ghosts bodies until they began to bulge like overfilled water balloons. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Vlad Plasmius and I am in need of assistance. You look like a bunch of capable whatever you once were. Are any of you interested in a job?"
"A job?" the ghosts squealed in high pitched voices. "We don't work, we're ghosts!" "So am I, but that's beside the point. Did I happen to mention the job site is outside the ghost zone?" Plasmius said while he slightly decreased the pressure. "Outside? You mean in the human's world?" a small spectre asked. "Oh, I haven't been there in ages ..." his voice trailed off. "Interested?" Plasmius said with a wide grin which showed off his fangs to their best advantage. Few ghosts could resist the lure of the outside world, even if it was only for a brief visit. "Let's talk specifics! You'll like working for me, I can promise you that!" the halfa said to his rapt audience.
A few negotiations later Plasmius reentered the portal and his new helpers scattered out in the barn. "Nice!" one of them said with a giggle. "Keep the comments to yourself! You all have your orders, so get to work! Time is of the essence!" the halfa snapped and waved dismissively at his new crew. "Can't we look around a bit first?" a very small ghost asked plaintively. "Remember our deal! First you work, then you get to have fun! And don't even think about goofing off or running out on me!" Plasmius snarled and raised a gloved fist at the cowering group. "I will hunt down each one of you and make you suffer beyond anything you can imagine!" The ghosts recoiled in fear and hastily exited the barn while mumbling assurances of their loyalty.
It just goes to show how easy it is to properly motivate one's workforce, be it human or ghost, Plasmius thought. This new crew would expedite his plans immensely, but time was passing fast, the halfa was surprised to note how late it had become. It was time to check on Olaf who by now should be in recovery, Plasmius thought while he stacked up hay bales to conceal the portal in the unlikely event someone entered the barn. Eventually he'd have to build a containment device, but for now a makeshift barrier of bales and locked barn doors would have to suffice for this side of the portal, while one of his new associates guarded the entry from the ghost zone, Plasmius thought while he raced towards town.
He entered the hospital close to where Olaf's room was, and once he'd made certain that no one was around to witness his sudden appearance Plasmius shifted back into his human form. The door to the room was open, but the single bed was empty and freshly made. Vlad had spent enough time in hospitals to know what that signified and he rushed out into the corridor to find someone to question. A nurse was walking towards him and Vlad hurried to close the distance. "Where's Olaf Masters? He was supposed to have surgery today!" he snapped. "Are you a relative?" the nurse asked curtly. Vlad glared at the woman until she became nervous. "What has happened to my uncle?" he said slowly. "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to talk to the doctor!" the nurse said while she hurried down the corridor. "Then get the doctor!" Vlad snapped while he impatiently tapped his foot on the floor.
"Once again you've helped Plasmius by providing him with a portal!" the voice of the chorus rose accusingly. "Or are we to assume the portal is indeed a trap?" "If you'd like to think so", the time keeper said politely. "It all depends on what your definition of trap is..."