Vlad slammed the limo door shut behind him, furious at having to waste time at the toy store and refund his money for all the unused items he had bought Danny. To him, it was like admitting to the world he had lost yet another chance to make Danny his own son.
“I swear, Daniel, one day, you’ll be my son,” Vlad said irritably to himself as he walked up to the front door of his mansion. “And you’ll do it willingly, too, you, Jasmine, and Maddie.”
Once he walked inside, his mail was on the floor as usual, having gone through the door slit. Leaning over to pick it all up, Vlad skimmed through it uninterestedly until he reached a manila envelope, addressed to him with a return address from Danny Fenton.
“Daniel?” he mumbled, putting the other letters to the side and opening the one from his ex-‘son’. He found a piece of notebook paper waiting inside, along with another littler piece, folded up. Vlad reached for the big one first, and began to read it:
Vlad,
I hope you know how low that plan of yours was! Stealing me, brainwashing me, and making me call you the D-word?! GROSS! …But, to be fair, I haven’t found any bruises or anything, so, I guess… at least thanks for not killing me. Or hurting me.
I want you to know, I still despise you, and I know I’m going to beat you permanently someday; good always triumphs over evil, and you know it! But…I found this stupid little piece of crumpled paper in my pocket, and well… I guess if my younger, brainwashed self made it for you, you couldn’t have been too awful… BUT I STILL HATE YOU!

-Danny Fenton

Vlad raised an eyebrow, not sure what to think, but almost instinctively, he reached for the little, folded paper in the envelope. As he pulled it out and un-crumpled it, he gasped at what he saw.
There, in his hand, was a messily, crayon-drawn picture of what appeared to be him, and a young Danny, holding hands and smiling on a sunny day. Above the figures were the words, “I luv yu, dad,” scribbled in big red letters.
Vlad scanned the letter Danny had sent him again, and noticed there was a bit more to it than he had seen before.

PS: I’ve never exactly been the creative type, so, yeah. This pic is about as good as it gets. Take it or leave it.






THE END