Sam had never grown up "normal." He had never fit in at the many schools he'd attended. He'd always been picked on. But it wasn't until years later that he realized that maybe... maybe that was more normal than he thought.
Even in a world full of demons and monsters, Amity Park was a strange place. - Drabbles written for Superphantom Week on tumblr.
Superphantom week oneshot collection. Past, TUE/End!verse, Minor Characters, Role Swap, and Fenton Weaponry. Warning for gore and angst.
Danny was alone in the house. But never, of course, as alone as he thought he was.
"Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else." "Dude, it's no problem." She held out an arm, "Name's Charlie." He shook her outstretched hand, "Tucker." A short drabble inspired by an idea from sapphireswimming's 'Cave of Carbannog.'
For once it isn't Apocalypse zombies or demons looking for some fun or any of the other hundred types of monsters that have come out to play since it all went to crap. This time, it's humans. (TUE/End!verse mashup, Chuck-centric, Valerie/Dean hinted at.)
The stranger stops, facing him directly. His expression is calculating, clinical. "So tell me, Vlad Masters, just what manner of creature are you?"