Okay, let's see...(WW Opens book "White Magic for Complete Morons") Let's see, Cure, Dispell, Esuna, Mini, AH, here it is...
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Sam "Don't Call Me Samantha" Manson lay in her bed scowling after what had been a rather bad day. First she had to rush back home before school because she'd forgot her math textbook in her room, and found her mom trying to set up pink drapes in Sam's room, PINK. The yelling that followed got Grandma Manson involved (Thankfully on Sam's side), and Sam ended up getting to school five minutes after the bell, not long enough to miss anything, but apparently long enough to get a lecture from Lancer to give her a levture on the "Virtues of Punctuality", which she had to hear again much later when Danny was almost 20 minutes late to the last period class.
Then she finds out about a ghost Fangirl, great, the very idea send chills down the goth's spine, at least Paulina only went after Danny Phantom, but a ghost fan would probably know to go after Danny Fenton.
Now, in retrospect, Phantasma wasn't that bad. She was nice enough (And one of the few ghosts who didn't attack on sight), the trick she used on Dash was pretty funny, and she was oddly chipper, but her cackling could get a little grating, and Sam still didn't like a ghost girl being after Danny (For reasons she wouldn't admit, even to herself), but the worst thing was the information she had.
Actually, some of it had been helpful, some insight on the Ghost Zone government (In the absolute loosest meaning of the word) had been a little enlightening, and knowledge of the few absolutely enforced rules may be helpful in the future (Unfortunately, none of those prevented the Ghosts actions in the living world), it was something else that was a bit more crushing to Sam...
Her entire life, Sam had loved the mythos of the Vampire, and Dracula had always been a classic favorite, and the knowledge that he was real was like a dream come true, but then she found out Dracula had become a bimbo-chasing, car-racing stereotype of a middle aged man had been a dream-crushing blow to the image of the proud children of the night.
"Good scowl, but don't you humans get wrinkles from that?"
"GAH!" Sam fell out of bed, startled by the voice from nowhere. Jumping to her feet, she found Phanty hovering above her bed, sitting cross legged on air and holding a sign.
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"Good sound and execution, but you need to work on your landing and expression, and it should be more of a scream than a yelp. I just wasn't feeling the fear."
Sam's eye twitched, "What are you doing here Phanty?"
"Aside from scaring you out of your bed?" The ghost girl cackled a little, "I wanted to talk to you."
"About what?"
Suddenly, Phanty's expression was serious (or as serious as she can look still having a gring that looked ready to turn back on itself like something out of Dr. Seuss), "About Danny, of course. I, as Sibella would say, seek to court him, and right now the only real problem I see is you."
Sam tensed, that sort of statement usually was followed by a threat, "What do you mean?"
"Oh, come now, I've been around the two of you for less than a day and I can tell the two of you share something special, I don't really know how deep your feelings are, but I can tell-"
"We're just friends," Sam Inturrupted.
Phanty cackled, "Whatever you tell yourself, doll, but I see three ways this will end," The ghost girl drifted closer, making the living goth step back, "1. I seduce Danny and we get to gether, and maybe you find someone else," Phanty took a hammy overdramatic pose, "2. You and Danny get over yourselves and get together, leaving poor little me alone in the cold, orrrr"
Somehow, impossibly, Phantasma's grin seemed to widen, chilling Sam's spine, "Or?" She gulped, really wishing she had a Fenton Thermos right now, or at least a Spector Deflector.
Phanty didn't say a thing as she closed in on Sam, and Sam backed up until she was against a wall, Phantasma's face an inch from her own.
Phantasma Giggled, "Or #3, we share him!"
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Sam stared, wide eyed, "What?"
"Cobwebs in your ears?" Phantasma giggled, "I said we share him."
Sam blinked a couple times, then shook her head, before calmly...
"WHAT!!??"
...Okay, maybe not calmly.
"Oh, come on, you can be open minded, can't you?" Phanty asked, tilting her head, "I mean, I'm a ghost, you're a living human, and Danny's half of each, so it kinda makes sense for him to have one of each, Right?"
"Wrong! He's not some book or toy, he's a living person" She saw Phanta raise an eyebrow, "Okay, sorta a living person, but he's still a person, and so am I, and-"
"And what?" Phanty asked, "What's the big deal, in some ways it would kinda help. I mean, seriously, Phantom, Fenton, I'm kinda surprised nobody figured it out yet. This way, you can have a relationship with Danny, so can I, people see me with Phantom and you with Fenton, making it a little less likely for people to connect them, and me and you can get to know each other and determine our relationship later."
"O-Our relationship?" Sam asked, red faced.
"Well, yeah, why should Danny have all the fun of dating two people? Haven't your ever felt some curiosity?"
"NO!" Sam exclaimed.
"Ah, well, I guess it's kinda a difference of upbringing, I spent most of my early-death in an all girls school, so I had some thoughts..." She shook her head, "Anyway, we don't have to, I guess, and that's still only option 3. If we have to take one of the first two, then," Phanty stood-er-floated in a 'Gallant' pose, "Then we shall be respected rivals as we chase that most coveted treasure of love." Then she bent nose-to-nose to give the surprised goth an eskimo kiss, "But think about that third one," She then erupted into a high pitched cackle, flying through Sam and the wall, leaving Sam alone.
Sam turned to the wall Phanty had just left through, staring for a moment.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
"SAMANTHA MANSON, YOU WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!" she heard her mother call from downstairs.
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And a bit back with the gang
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The rest of the gang burst into the lab along with Eric Bill and the Professor.
"Shaggy, what happened?" Fred asked as he ran up.
"The-the virus got her, it took Winnie into the game." Shaggy said, pointing at the machine.
Bill and Eric quickly moved to the computers and began typing, only to repeatedly get error messages, "We're shut out, we can't get Winnie out with the emergency eject (You'd think a machine like that would have one, wouldn't you?), we can't even get in to find where she is."
"Jinkies," Velma gasped, "What are we going to do?"
"Unfortunately, we have little choice," The professor sighed, "Aside from the emergency protocols, the only other way to get out is to finish the game. We must either trust Ms. Winnie will be able to escape, or," He looked gravely over the others, "Or someone must go in and-"
"We'll do it!"
Everyone gasped, because it was both Shaggy and Scooby who said that.
"Shaggy? Scooby?" Daphne stepped forward, putting a hand on each forehead, "Are you two feeling alright."
"We're fine, Daphne, but we have to get Winnie back, she's our friend," Shaggy said with surprising conviction.
"Reah!" Scooby echoed.
The gang looked at Shaggy and Scooby in a new light, maybe losing Crystal and Amber affected them more then their friends had thought...
"Besides, if we don't, her dad will kill us anyway."
Their shoulders slumped a little, they changed, but not too much, thankfully.
"We'll come with you, Shag," Fred said, stepping forward, "Any friend of yours is a friend of ours," The girls nodded in agreement.
Soon they were standing in front of the device as Eric explained, "Okay guy, there's ten levels and to pass each one, you have to find the box of Scooby Snax. The location is randomly generated and each level will have obstacles. It's shouldn't be dangerous, but there's no way of knowing what the Virus may have done. Me and Bill will be trying to sort through whatever blocks the Virus put up and, hopefully, we'll be able to get the emergency eject working and get you and Winnie out. Any questions?"
The gang shook their heads.
"Alright, good luck."
A flash of light and the machine was activated, the gang disappearing into cyberspace.