I was kidnapped by aliens! It was horrible! They wanted me to exercise and apply to university! They restricted my electronic access and everything!... oh wait, that was just my parents, not aliens, my bad.

Fair warning: this Vlad is a duplicate Vlad and is not perfect... in fact, he's ridiculously weak, if u think about it.

Ek weet nie Danny Phantom (Afrikaans)

The night air swept though the empty streets of Amity Park warehouse district, chilling the darkness. With nothing but warehouses, this part of town hardly ever had visitors, making it one of the best places for crooks to hide. It seemed unlikely that the Fenton kids would hide in such a place, given how the adults of Amity Park would warn their children to stay away from the area, but Vlad Masters was taking no chances.

His plan was simple, yet most effective. Splitting himself into ten different duplicates, he sent one to each of the most likely hiding places in the town, while leaving one in his hotel to act as Masters, should anyone choose to visit. They picked the 'Vlad' who was most likely to be the original to stay behind, but there was never any real way to tell if he was the original or not. When Vlad was just learning to duplicate himself, it was easy to tell who the original was, because all of his duplicates would be weaker than him and would be missing some trait that was distinctive in the original, but that was years ago. Now Vlad had almost perfected duplication, and there was virtually no difference between them. This caused a problem for a while, because the original was the 'leader' of the group and all the Vlads saw themselves as the leader. They had argued about it for days at a time, none of them backing down at all, until they eventual came to a single conclusion: there was no original. They were all the original, and duplicates at the same time, because in the end, they would all be one being again, and their argument over power would be pointless. Despite this understanding, they still secretly tried to find out who the original might be every time they separated.

Shaking his head to clear his flashback, the Vlad searching in the warehouse district changed his focus on his recent argument with Skulker. His employee had been stubbornly committed to his fib about the Fentons' children being half ghost. It was absolutely ridiculous! It would have been better if the ghost hunter had just come out and admit to being outsmarted by the kids, or even making a more plausible lie, like he just couldn't find them or something. Saying the kids were half ghost was like saying Jack Fenton was the greatest genius to walk the earth, ridiculous to the point of stupidity. Vlad's argument was flawless, he had to be right.

"Stop," Vlad told himself aloud, since apparently this Vlad had inherited the habit of talking to himself. "You know the difference between arguing because you're right, and arguing because you refuse to be wrong. Just because you won the argument doesn't mean you're right, you're intelligent enough to convince all of Amairca that the sky is green, but that doesn't make it true. So don't be so quick to dismiss Skulkers argument, he's not the kind to make up stories. There has to be some truth in it for Skulker to be so dedicated to his excuse."

Vlad paused to phase into a warehouse that bordered the alleyway he was in. Finding unused and empty, he continued to reason with himself. "The answer is simple: a misunderstanding. Skulker's only known about Half-ghosts for three months, and the only one is me.. er.. us." Vlad corrected himself, remembering that he was currently split into ten different Vlads. "It's not unusual for someone to try to find something they've only just learned about in places that it does not belong. If Skulker had seen the children floating, he could have assumed that they were using their own powers, when it really might just be another ghost possessing them and making them float. Actually, that would explain most of it. If there were ghosts possessing those kids, that would explain how they can just 'disappear' and how they got from one end of Amity Park to the other in record-braking time. The ghost possessing them used his powers, mystery solved."

Vlad went silent again as he moved from the first warehouse to its neighbour. Giving the area a quick scan to make sure it was empty, he then mused aloud. "The question now is, which ghost, or ghosts, is possessing those kids. It's not Ember, she's too young to start possessing; nor Skulker, he works for me; and it wouldn't be Desiree, it's just not her style. It could be Prince Aragon and his sister- no, they're in the midst of a war with the Roman ghosts and wouldn't have time. Lydia? She could do it with her tattoo ghostlings, and she's been missing for quite some time now... Oh, that right, she was captured by that strange ringmaster at Circus Gothica. Oh well, not my problem. Let's see... Ghostwriter could, but he locked himself in his library to write that stupid book of his... Walker could, but what would he gain from possessing a couple of ki-"

Vlad cut himself off as he heard a muffled bang, like footsteps on one of the tin warehouse roofs (I know roofs is not correct, but openoffice won't except any other spelling I can come up with...). Invisible and intangible, Vlad slipped out of his current warehouse and floated into the sky. Five roofs away he would see two children illuminated by the little moonlight that managed to cut though the cloud cover. Vlad's attention was drawn to the long red hair that waved in the cool breeze and he immediately knew that it was Maddie's daughter, which meant the other was her son and he had found his targets. Not bothering to let the other Vlads know he'd found the children, He slowly slid towards them through the air, listening to them.

"We shouldn't be here." the smaller of the two figures said. "It's not safe."

"We're fine Danny," the redhead replied, looking at the horizon in the opposite direction from Vlad. "Nothing can get us up here, and we won't stay for long."

"But Jazz! This place is haunted! What if more ghosts show up?" Danny questioned.

"It's not haunted, that's just a story to keep kids away from here. Besides, if a ghost shows up, we'll just beat him like the other one!" Jazz cheered. Vlad nodded invisibly; the girl had confirmed that Skulker had indeed encountered them and lost, somehow.

"But I don't like it here! It's spooky." The boy insisted, giving the nearby warehouses a skeptical look.

Before his sister could answer, both of them stiffened, looking around with wild eyes. From his spot two roofs away, Vlad could barely make out a thin blue wisp coming out of their mouths at the same time. They scrambled onto their feet and stood back to back, taking on defensive stances. Suspicious, Vlad made an imperfect duplicate, maximizing its speed with his own, and sent it to the Vlad waiting at the hotel, to gather all the Vlad duplicates and bring them here. The kids were no threat to him, even in his weakened state this Vlad would have had no problem snatching them up, but he had yet to find out if a ghost was controlling them.

Once the other Vlad was gone, the remaining Vlad sunk down to ground level and continued to close in on the kids. There was still a chance that Vlad's suspicions were groundless and that the kids just had an extra sensitive sixth sense or something. If he just waited for the other Vlads to show up, and then found out the kids were just extra sensitive, it would be a great embarrassment to this Vlad, despite being all one person. However, if he acted now one of two things would happen: One, if the kids were in the care of a ghost, he could distract it until reenforces arrived, and two, if the kids weren't possessed by ghost and were easy to catch, he could always pretend he called the other Vlads to gloat. Flawless plan.

Directly under the kids now, Vlad quickly assessed his options. His original plan was to catch the kids in his ghost form, then rescue them in his human form. That way, Vlad Masters would win over the Fenton children and through them, their mother. However, if they were already in the custody of a ghost, then kidnapping them now in his ghost form would make Plasmius into the hero. Well, perhaps not, since he would still be a ghost, and the kids of ghost hunters would most definitely be taught that all ghosts are evil... Yes, the original plan would still work.

With that decided, Vlad readied himself to play the Villain, then invisibly phased though the tin roof. The kids were just as he'd seen them last, standing back to back in defensive stances, only now Vlad could see their expressions. Jazz's face had a great big smirk, showing no trace of worry. Obviously, their victory over the ghost hunter had made the seven year old overconfident and cocky. The boy, on the other hand, was putting on a brave face, but Vlad could tell he was scared, although he wasn't sure if he was scared of the ghost they sensed, or the stories of monsters he'd been told lived in the area.

Almost chuckling at the contrast between the siblings, Vlad decided to waste no more time. Increasing the intensity of his aura, Vlad struck a pose and made a dramatic entrance. "MUAHAHAHAHA! I am Dr. Plasma, and I have come to destroy the world!" Vlad almost cried at how ridiculous that sounded, but he was trying to appeal to the kinds of villains the children would be used to seeing on TV. "You children would make fine specimens for my evil mutant army!"

Trying to keep a cheesy evil face, Vlad – 'Dr. Plasma' - swooped down and lifted the children up by the scruff of their necks, trying not to hurt them while still being menacing. They screamed and started struggling, but Vlad just laughed. "You cannot escape me, pitiful humans!"

"Let us go you... you Froot-Loop!" Danny shouted, glaring at the ghost that held him.

"Froot-Loop?" Vlad questioned, surprise temporarily compromising his cartoon villain image. "That breakfast cereal advertised with that strange talking blue parrot creature?"

"Toucan Sam would kick you're can!" Jazz declared, shaking her fist at Vlad's blue face.

"You are a fool to think I can be defeated by a pathetic advertisement ploy like that bird!" Vlad defended in character, or so he hoped. "Now, it is time to return to my secret lair where I may mutate you children into loyal evil monster minions!"

"Never!" Danny yelled. "Jazz, let's do it!"

"Right!"

"WE'RE GOING GHOST!" Both of them cried in unison.

Before Vlad's astonished eyes, both of his captives changed. Silver-white rings enveloped their young bodies, cooling them to sub-human temperatures and encasing them in black, white trimmed hazmat suits. Burning green eyes glared at Vlad from under white hair that now sprung from both of the children's heads. Vlad gasped as a cold shiver ran down his spine, his internal ghost sense.

"I don't believe it..." Vlad whispered. Even though Skulker had warned him the children were halfas, and Vlad had verbally convinced himself to heed his warning, Vlad still had never, truly, believed it could be true. Vlad had gone through the last eleven years with the concrete knowledge that he was the only half-ghost. Never, in his wildest dreams, had he ever imagined there would come a time when he was no longer the only one. Just the simple knowledge that he was not alone anymore shattered his whole world.

Danny and Jazz, unaware of the turmoil their captor was in, phased out of his grip and sped off, holding each other's hand for support. At first Vlad didn't notice, but he did snap back to his scenes, just as the ghost children were blasting off over the western horizon. "Butter biscuits!" he cussed, seeing how far they were. Because he had busted his messenger Vlad with his own speed, there was no way he would be able to catch up with them now, and unless the other Vlads arrived within the next ten seconds, he was going to lose them. "Oh well, this was not a total loss. I now know just what I'm up against, and I know were they're heading."

Guess what? This whole story was created just so I could have the line "Toucan Sam would kick you're can" in it. I'm serous, that's were this whole story came from, that one line. And it's not the only story I've written for the small one liners either, I've written a fanfic for Transformers: Animated, were BumbleBee gets shrunk to the size of an RC car, just so I can have BlackAracnya sing "I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee" (I'm still debating whether or not I should develop/post that story)

Oh, and the pull for Mini D's story is finished. The winner: Mini D gets caught by Mr. Lancer and used in school for something. With a total of 10 votes! Cheers everybody! (Guess I've got some writing to do)

So thanks go to Voters, and everyone's hero Miriam1; if it weren't for her, you wouldn't be able to read my work. No, seriously, my spelling is that bad.

Important note: I will be in Europe over Easter brake, and then have finals to study for. Therefor will not be contactable (during Easter) or able to wright, so chanses are I will not be updating in a wile, sorry.