Nerd Paradise

It was a typical day much like any other, nothing special was happening but perhaps that was a good thing, life had been so difficult for Vlad as of recently that the idea of having just one day without any emotional distress or ghost shenanigans felt nice and was a much welcomed change of pace.

With how his life had changed, who knows when he'd get a day like this again. He didn't want it to go to waste so he took the opportunity to appreciate it all;the children playing,the animals running around and the old people sitting on the nearby benches were all things that gave Vlad an unusual feeling of calm that he hadn't experienced in a while.

Vlad:”This, this is nice.”

As he took his time taking in the sights a young boy's ball rolled onto his path and threatened to trip Vlad but he successfully managed to evade it without falling.

Boy:”he mister,can I have my ball back?”

He picks up the ball and stoops down to the boys level.

Vlad:”You should be careful kid,someone could've gotten hurt.”

The young child whimpers under Vlad's stern tone and tries his best to hold back his tears.

Boy:”So-Sorry.”

Tears start filling the boy's eyes and Vlad can't help but feel a little bad about it.

Vlad:”Come-on don't cry…”

In an attempt to cheer the lad up Vlad begins kicking the ball around, doing special moves and tricks in hopes that the boy would stop crying and eventually he does.

Boy:”Wow mr, you're really good at that!”

Vlad gives him a warm smile and hands him the ball back.

Vlad:”Now run along and be careful!”

The boy nodded in response and waved Vlad goodbye.

Plasmius:”That was so sweet,how sickening.”

Vlad rolled his eyes.

Vlad:”I knew it wouldn't be long before you started running your mouth agai..”

But before he could finish his thought his stomach began to rumble.

Vlad:”damn I'm hungry.”

Without a second thought he walked to a nearby store and began looking for something to eat. Within moments he had picked out a large bag of chips and a drink and handed it to the large middle aged man behind the cashiers desk.

Cashier:”Is that all?”

Vlad:”Yeah,how much?”

Cashier:”that'll be $11.50.”

Vlad reaches into his pocket and his heart sinks into his stomach.

Vlad:”I forgot my wallet. Look, is there any way you could let me off the hook this once? I promise I'll come back to pay you.”

The Cashier rolls his eyes and scoffs.

Cashier:”I'm not running a charity here kid, either pay for your stuff or put them back and leave.”

The man's response instantly got under Vlad's skin but he was too hungry to let that bother him, so he once again tried to reason with him.

Vlad:”comeon I'm really hungry. Can you make an exception just this once?”

Cashier:”Does it look like I care?”

Vlad:”Fine.”

He grabs his stuff off the counter in a huff and marches back to their respective aisles to return them when he's stopped by Plasmius.

Plasmius:”the hell are you doing?”

Vlad:”you heard him no exceptions…”

Plasmius:”Screw that,just take it and leave, he's not gonna stop you, even if he tries he's definitely not gonna catch you..”

Vlad:”Are you crazy,I could get arrested for that!”

Plasmius:”It's just a bag of chips, just turn invisible like before and you'll be fine…”

Vlad:”I've never turned invisible on purpose before!! I don't even know how I'd do that.”

Plasmius:”Dammit Vlad, you want the chips or not!?”

Vlad:”fine…”

Vlad began concentrating extra hard and after what seemed like an eternity he had successfully turned invisible.

Vlad:”it worked!”

Without wasting a second he grabbed his snacks and made a beeline for the front door. Everything was progressing smoothly when perhaps too smoothly, Just when he thought he was home free his invisibility failed and he was directly in the cashiers line of sight.

Cashier:”hey you! Put those back!”

Without wasting another second Vlad dashed out of there prompting the Cashier to give chase unfortunately for the larger man he was no match for Vlad's superior speed and eventually he lost sight of him. Not wanting to risk being caught, Vlad ducked into a worn out old apartment building and hid there.

Vlad:”I can’t believe you, I almost got arrested over a stupid bag of chips!?”

Plasmius:”Why are you blaming me!?”

Vlad:”You're the one who told me to steal it !”

Plasmius:”and you're the one who did such a shit job at it!”

Vlad:”I don't get you, what do you want from me!? Why are you trying to ruin my life!?

Plasmius:”Ruin your life!? I'm here because you can't seem to get a hold on your life!?

Vlad:”What are you on about?”

Plasmius:”you constantly let yourself be pushed around, constantly put up with things you're not ok with and that's why people treat you the way they do! You hate your dad telling you what to do but what do you do when things don't go in your favor? You roll over and accept whatever ultimatums he gives you! Like for god's sake grow a damn backbone!”

He didn't respond because as much as he didn't like it Plasmius was right, he did avoid his problems a lot and now he was facing the repercussions of those choices.

Vlad:”Listen here…”

But his sentence was cut off by a tuft of red smoke escaping from his mouth.

Vlad:”What the hell!?!”

????:”A better question would be why the hell…”

Vlad turns around to see a hulking green figure with glowing red eyes behind him.

????:”As in, why the hell are you in my house…”

Vlad:”This can't be your house, no one has lived here since the owner died years ago…”

His eyes darted to the man's feet and he was horrified to see that they didn't touch the ground.

Vlad:”You're..You're not alive are you…”

Ghost:”Pretty soon, you won't be either…”

He fires an ecto blast at Vlad who just narrowly manages to dodge it while ducking behind a table.

Plasmius:”why the hell are you running? Fight back!”

Vlad:”how!”

Just then another blast is fired burning away the table he hid behind.

Plasmius:”do something, stop running, fire back!”

Vlad stops and extends his hand forward attempting to fire an ecto blast but no luck. The same couldn't be said for his opponent though, who fired consecutive blasts at him. He ran and tried as best as he could to avoid all the attacks thrown at him but as the walls of the house got destroyed and the debris began blocking his exit his chances of survival were dwindling.

Ghost: “nowhere to run now…”

Plasmius:”We're sitting ducks out here, do something!”

Vlad:”I can’t! I-I don't know how..”

Plasmius:”Then tag me in.”

Vlad:”What, no way!”

Plasmius:”If you don't, we die!”

After deliberating with himself for a few seconds Vlad finally agreed to Plasmius's wish and relinquished control to him.

Vlad:”Fine, go ahead…”

There was a great big flash and when the light dimmed, standing in Vlad's place was Plasmius.”

Plasmius:”Finally, a chance to stretch my legs.”

To be continued…

New Chapter out, looks like Vlad is gonna throw some hands.This isn't an action story by any means but how could I do a Vlad origin and not have him fight once or twice. Well I hope you guys enjoy all the same. After this Chapter there probably won't be one for awhile cuz Imma be busy with moving stuff but once thats done then it's back in full swing.

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Jazz promptly pulls her mouth back into a hiss, and spits out a quiet, vitriolic: “Yes.”

Wes Weston: a fourteen year old, ginger-haired boy in Jazz’s 8th grade class that’s been stalking her twelve year old baby brother since the beginning of the academic year. Maybe even before that.

Where Jazz is standing, she has a clear view of Danny and his friends huddled in a little alcove. Danny’s hiding a bruise on his cheek that he couldn’t get to heal fast enough this morning, when an impromptu ghost attack occurred during breakfast.

Jazz had distracted their parents to give him the time to run off, and when she ran into him at the school gate a few minutes ago, she stuffed a few snacks into his hands that she snagged from the pantry. He didn’t get to eat.

He’s leaning into Tucker’s side, some of his curls squishing against his friend’s shoulder, and he’s laughing at something Sam said.

The sight makes Jazz fond beyond words. Danny deserves his pockets of joy, he does so much for the city and never gets acknowledged for it.

What doesn’t make her fond, however, is being able to see the back of Weston’s head, peering around the corner — because Lemures is built strangely and asymmetrically, and Jazz is at a diagonal that allows her a great deal of sight across the quad — and watching her little brother.

There are other students around, coagulating in groups with their friends, but they’re hardly paying him much mind.

There are no teachers. They’re all inside, watching the kids in the gym, waiting to be dismissed for first period.

Jazz digs her nails into her palms and folds her arms into her chest, forcing some sort of pressure on herself so she doesn’t go up behind Weston and drag him to the ground by his stupid hair.

(It’d be the only fight Jazz Fenton would get in, and she has plenty of get-out-of-jail free cards to get away with it. It’d be only a slap on the wrist for her, and utter social death for Wes Weston.)

(All she would have to do is tell the truth anyways: Weston has been stalking her little brother. She has plenty of friends to confirm it for her — they’ve seen it too, both by her asking to snoop on her behalf, and witnessing it themselves independently — and even more willing to lie for her.)

(But if she did that, word would get out. “Danny Fenton has a stalker” would blaze through the grades like a bushfire.)

(It’d reach Danny’s ears, and it’d reach his bullies’ ears too. He’d be horrified and ashamed that something like that was found out, and they’d have material to attack him with.)

It’s a very near thing.

From the corner of her eye, Spike side-eyes her. “Do you want me to get him for you?” He asks, a displeased lilt in his voice.

Jazz’s eyes narrow; she tries to blow up Weston’s head with her gaze alone. “No.” ‘Not yet’ she almost says, because she’s terribly tempted.

Spike’s not as popular as she is, and he’s been in fights before. He can’t get it on his disciplinary record, and she’d need to gag-order him not to tell the teachers why he did it. It’d be a lose-lose all around, and only temporary relief.

She needs to figure out what to do, and fast. She’s been trying to take it slow ever since she found out about Weston’s stalking habit, gathering evidence and witness statements, plotting with her best friends on what to do.

But she’s not sure how much more of it Danny can take.

He’s trying to hide it, but it’s fraying on his mental state. She can tell.

(Jazz is not blind, and there’s a reason she picked up psychology after he died in their HOUSE had his accident. It was to help figure out what was wrong.)

(Like all the times before, it was coming in about as handy as Cassandra’s curse.)

And he has so much to deal with already.

(Jazz peeked into his room once. It was 3am and she woke up sweating from the heater. She’d gone to mess with the thermostat in the hallway, and saw Danny’s glow from beneath his door.)

(She’d laid down flat on the floor to peer underneath, too nervous to actually knock and offer her assistance.)

(They’ve been getting close again ever since Danny told her about dying his powers. But there’s still a glass wall there that Jazz can’t climb yet.)

(She misses the way their relationship used to be, the grief gnaws in the pit of her chest like a gaping wound some nights.)

(But she’d peered under the door one night anyways, and saw him bleeding out across the carpet. Green, viscous, with Danny staring blankly at the ceiling like a corpse.)

(The same way she found him in Mom’s arms the day of his accident. This time, he wasn’t breathing.)

He looks so tired these days when he thinks nobody’s looking. Jazz is always looking out for her baby brother.

So she has to do something soon, before Weston breaks off more of whatever’s left of him.

(Vlad’s doing enough of that already. She’s never forgiven herself for encouraging their family to stay in that house and allowing Masters to get his hands on Danny.)

(She should’ve stayed close. Shouldn’t have left him alone. She wants to snap Vlad’s neck some days.)

(Jazz doesn’t know when she became so violent. Probably around the same time her brother died.)

Her thoughts trail off as she sees Weston shift, tilting to the side — for a fleeting, glorious moment, she thinks he’s going to leave — and reaching into the pocket of his jacket.

He pulls out his phone — Jazz’s stomach twists — and taps his thumb across it briefly. Turning back towards Danny, she catches, even from a distance, the familiar buttons of the camera app.

(She’s had her SUSPICIONS—)

Her blood runs cold.