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Published: 2008-06-07 05:32:51 +0000 UTC; Views: 753; Favourites: 17; Downloads: 9
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After the last drawing of Ember with the redesigns, I got this idea and ended up drawing it. It's a front view, which I'm good at, a crappy background, and the other stuff you see in my pictures occassionally.Yes, I know Danny looks like he's on crack or something. (Sniggers.)
Oh, and I'm changing this to my featured piece. Why? I really like the old one with the "eggo is preggo," but I figured it's getting a little outdated, and I like how this one turned out.
Danny and Sam belong to Butch Hartman.
Drawing and outfits belong to me.
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Thanks! And thanks for the fav too.
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You're welcome.
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Sam: Yeah, you better run! I am goth, hear me roar!
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Aww! ^_^ I'm so tempted to go up and hug Danny. He just looks so huggable!
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Yeah, he does. It's the expression of a drug high, methinks. XD
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Lol Great picture 
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Danny: 0_o
Sam: ...
Thanks!
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lol you're welcome ^^
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Danny: Sam?
Sam: Yes, Danny?
Danny: I love you.
Sam: I love you, too.
Danny: No, I REALLY love you.
Sam: I really love you, too.
Danny: It's hard to believe that we're getting married in six months.
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Sam: True...I can't wait.
Danny: Me neither.
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(But unbeknownst to our heroes, someone is watching them, a boy 15 year-old boy named DuΕ‘an.)
DuΕ‘an: You shall pay, Danny Fenton. For the murder of my father.
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Danny: (Sits up a bit.) Did you hear something?
Sam: Hm? Oh, no, not really.
Danny: Huh, because I could've sworn-
Sam: You're being paranoid, Danny.
Danny: Yeah...so, I think we were supposed to be studying for that math test?
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(DuΕ‘an waits until they are gone, and then transforms into his ghost-form, Dai-Shi. He then opens his wallet and looks at a picture of his father: Vlad Masters.)
DuΕ‘an: I will avenge you, Dad. I promise.
(That night, Danny and Sam are supposed to be studying, but they . . . procrastinate.)
Sam: *slides her bra back on* Wow. I've never orgasmed 7 times in a row before.
Danny: You're welcome.
(Jazz enters without knocking, and is apparently not bothered by the sight of them half-naked.)
Jazz: You guys "study" too much.
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(I knew it!
Danny: Jeez Jazz, knock much?
Jazz: No, not really. Have you guys done any actual studying?
Danny: And why should we? We're graduating in a few monthes, who cares?
Sam: Time for your shots, Danny, you have senior-itis.
Danny: (Sticks out tongue in response.)
Jazz: As much as I enjoy you two and your immature antics, I was going to say you got some things in the mail, Danny.
Sam: Oh, and are these things from universities and colleges and such?
Jazz: Maybe...and maybe they might be the thick envelope...
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I forgot to tell you, but I've decide to make Danny as smart in stuff like art, language, and music as Jazz is in science, history, and everything else.
(Danny tears open the envelope and gasps.)
Sam: What is it?
Danny: I've just been accepted to KonsthΓΆgskolan Valand.
Sam: What?
Jazz: That's the Valand School of Fine Arts! It's the most prestigious art school in Sweden!
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Sam: Whoa...
Danny: That's all you can say?
Sam: Yeah...pretty much.
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Sam: I mean, I always thought that we'd go to college together. It's hard to imagine you all the way in Sweden. We'll have to postpone the wedding for a long time.
Danny: I'll come home and visit as often as I can, I'll call (after 8, of course, when the rates go down), and I'll write. And when I graduate and come home, we'll have the wedding of your dreams.
(But Sam just sits on the bed and looks away.)
Danny: What's REALLY bothering you?
Sam: . . . You know how gorgeous Scandinavian girls are. I'm just afraid that you're going to meet someone and forget about me.
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Danny: Not possible.
Sam: You say that now-
Danny: And I'm planning on sticking to it.
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(Dai-Shi is watching them and formulates a plan. A month or so later, Danny is ready to board the plane to Sweden.)
Maddie: Are you SURE you want to do this, honey?
Danny: Yes, mom.
Maddie: But it can't be easy -
Danny: MOM, I speak fluent Swedish AND German. I think I'll be able to adapt.
(He hugs and kisses everyone goodbye before stopping at Sam.)
Danny: I swear, I won't ever forget you. When I come back, we'll have a wedding that they'll be talking about for decades.
Sam: That which you have promised, you must perform.
(They kiss, and Danny boards the plane.)
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(As the plane leaves Sam watches.)
Tucker: So...whatever will you do with all that time you guys spent "studying?"
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Sam: I'll learn new ways to pleasure myself.
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Tucker: Good luck with that.
(They all go their seperate ways and Sam, for lack of anything else to do, is at home reading. Ida enters.)
Ida: Now really, I didn't see you as the type to sit around for a boy, even if he is your fiancee.
Sam: It's complicated, Grandma.
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Ida: Afraid he'll find some hot little slut and leave you?
Sam: How did you - ?!
Ida: Girl, I've been there.
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Sam: Well how can I not?
Ida: You're just going to have to trust Danny and remember that he loves you.
Sam: I guess you're right...
Ida: Now stop sitting around the house and do something!
Sam: Well they are having a poetry reading at Skulk and Lurk's...
Ida: There you go.
(And so she goes, and once there she sees Kwan, who surprisingly took an interest in gothic poetry after she took him one time.)
Kwan: Hi Sam!
Sam: Hey, do you mind if I sit with you?
Kwan: No, not at all. (She does.) So I heard Danny's at a college in Switzerland.
Sam: Yup.
(Before the conversation can continue a voice interrupts them.)
Dasun: (I don't know how to do the accents.) Excuse me, but the reading's about to begin and there aren't any other seats. Would you mind?
Sam: Oh no, the more the merrier.
(But she can't help but feel like he looks familiar.)
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Just copy and paste, like I do. It's pronounced "Doo-shane," by the way.
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DuΕ‘an: My name is DuΕ‘an Stavropoulos. I'm from the Greek island of Polyaigos.
Sam: *shakes his hand* I'm Sam Manson. This is Kwan Myoung. What brings you to Amity Park?
DuΕ‘an: I'm working on my Ph.D. in Ethnography, and America's most haunted city offers a number of interesting research ideas.
(A dark haiku is being recited, causing DuΕ‘an to roll his eyes.)
DuΕ‘an: The idiot can't even keep to the 5-7-5 form. Boo!
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Sam: (Raises eyebrows with amusment.) Oh, and you can do better?
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DuΕ‘an: Probably, if I had any poetic talent.
(He and Sam talk for a short while longer, and he excuses himself and goes off to an appointment.)
Kwan: He seems nice.
Sam: But there's something . . . eerily familiar about him.
(When Danny finally arrives at his dorm room in Sweden, He collapses on the bed and falls asleep. A few hours later, he is awoken by a voice. He looks up to see an absolutely gorgeous blond. She introduces herself as Ulrika.)
Ulrika: I'm your roommate.
Danny: I'm Danny Fenton. I'm here in a scholarship from America.
Ulrika: It's a pleasure to meet you.
(Danny shakes her dainty, soft, white hand. He also takes a minute to notice that her pearly white teeth are devoid completely of the red gloss on her lips, and that her forehead and cheekbones are attractively high, with her blond hair coiling coyly around her left shoulder.)
Danny: The pleasure is all mine.
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Ulrika: I hope you don't mind if I start unpacking.
Danny: Oh no, not at all. I have something I need to do myself. (He pulls out his laptop and turns it on.)
Ulrika: Checking your myspace profile?
Danny: Nope, emailing my fiancee.
Ulrika: (Mutters.) Fiancee? Huh, figures.
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For future reference, there are two fiance words:
fiancΓ© - The man who is engaged to be married.
fiancΓ©e - the woman engaged to be married.
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FYI, since Sweden was at the forefront of the sexual revolution, they're cool with a lot of stuff over there.
(Danny is talking to Sam via web-cam that night.)
Sam: So, classes start tomorrow for me.
Danny: I'm next week.
Sam: I already miss having you here. But I guess I can wait until around Christmas.
(Suddenly, Ulrika exits the bathroom wearing lacy lingerie. Sam can't believe her eyes for a moment, then shuts off her web-cam.)
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Danny: Sam? Sam!
Ulrika: Is something wrong?
Danny: (Turns around and realizes how Ulrika's dress.) Oh...I was talking to Sam using a webcam, so she must've seen you and thought...
Ulrika: I'm sorry, I did not realize it was going to be a problem.
Danny: It's okay, I'll just explain the situation to her and hopefully it won't happen again.
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(Sam sits on her bed, crying. Her father hears her and comes in.)
Jeremy: Sam, what's wrong?
Sam: *hides her face in his neck, crying* He was barely gone for a few days, and there was a gorgeous woman in his room with almost nothing on!
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Jeremy: Uh, are you sure it wasn't his roommate?
Sam: Roomates don't walk around in lacy lingerie, Dad!
Jeremy: It could've been a misunderstanding, sweetie.
Sam: What misunderstanding? He's screwing the goddamn Swedish barbie!
Jeremy: ...just a second. (He goes toward the door and screams.) Mom! Pam! Sam has girl problems!
Sam: T_T
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(Suddenly, there is a sound from her computer. Sam realizes that someone called Ulrika is IMing her.)
Sam: "Turn on your webcam."
(Sam does so and sees Ulrika.)
Sam: What do you want?
Ulrika: First of all, you have the wrong idea about what you saw. I had forgotten what prudes you Americans are. I can assure you, though, that Danny and I are roommates. Nothing else.
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Sam: And why exactly should I take your word for it?
Ulrika: Because ever since he's gotten here all I've heard from him is Sam Sam Sam. He really loves you, you know.
Sam: ...Thank you for telling me...
Ulrika: I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot. As you Americans put it, are we cool?
Sam: (Laughs.) Yeah, we're cool.
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(Ulrika shuts off the webcam.)
Danny: You didn't have to do that, Ulrika.
Ulrika: I know, but I felt that it was the right thing to do.
(With that, she kisses him quickly and goes into her room, shutting the door behind her. Danny wipes her lipstick off his mouth and goes to his own room.)
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(Meanwhile back in Amity Park, Sam's calmed down and is now looking at a ghost scanner to see if there's any activity while deciding who's going to go after what with Tucker.)
Sam: (Talking through Tucker through her webcam.) Well, the Box Ghost is at the warehouse-
Tucker: I think the Fentons said they got that one.
Sam: Okay, then Technus is at that new strip mall.
Tucker: (With a slight groan.) I'll take care of him.
Sam: And that leaves...
Tucker: What? Is it an unidentified ghost?
Sam: No...it's just...the scanner's identifying the ghost as...Plasmius...
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(Sam goes out to the warehouse where the signature comes from, but she sees nothing, initially.)
Sam: Maybe the computer was wrong.
Dai-Shi (from behind her): Don't count on it.
(Sam whirls around to see a tall, thin ghost with bluish-green skin, black hair, and red eyes. His faintly Eastern garb is off-white with pale red in areas.)
Sam: Who are you?
Dai-Shi: As I am now, I go by the name Dai-Shi. I am the son of Vlad Masters.
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Sam: "As I am now?" You're a halfa like your father? (He doesn't answer, so she takes that as a yes.)...And I know your human form already...(Snaps out of her shock.) Well what do you want? Danny's not here, so you can just go back to Wisconsin, cheesehead!
Dai-Shi: Your intelligence would be so much more obvious if you didn't insist on useless sarcastic remarks so frequently...
(Sam instinctively starts backing away, reaches for her Fenton thermos and holds it in front of herself protectively.)
Sam: If you have a creepy stalker crush on me like your dad did with Danny's mom so help me I'll-
(Dai-Shi suddenly intterupts her by tackling her against a wall of the warehouse.)
Dai-Shi: You'll what? Shove me in that soup thermos? Ha. I'd like to see you try.
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