Vlad's Secret

Everyone has secrets.

But some people have more than others, people like Vlad Masters. He’s always been a very secretive man, and thus keeps many things to himself.

Truly, to anyone acquainted with him, it comes as no surprise. He has many things to hide, secrets his enemies could use against him. His rival and fellow hybrid Daniel Fenton knew a few of the larger ones, but he still had a rather important and embarrassing one to himself at least. And Vlad intended to keep it from reaching the outside world, it was truly the deepest and darkest one of them all, even moreso than his bizarre half-dead state.

Nobody else knew of it, not even his most loyal servants could be trusted with this particular secret. It was a shameful thing, as so Vlad would not allow word of it to get out.

The bitter froot loop invisibly tiptoed up to his private chambers, making sure no one could see him. He’d already gotten all of his servants to stand guard on the other side of the house, but one can never be too careful when handling such delicate situations.

Opening the door, Vlad peered inside the room, discreetly searching for hidden enemies. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but it was just in case. If Daniel were to find out, he’d hold it over the older ghost’s head for the rest of their lives. And Vlad wasn’t about to let that happen anytime soon.

Seemingly satisfied that his room was spy-free, the bachelor crept inside before swiftly turning around and slamming the locked door shut. He breathed a huge sigh of relief, grateful he had gotten this far in his perilous quest.

He walked over to his bed and kneeled down before coaxing his greatest secret out from it’s hiding place, and the man smiled contentedly. It was rare he had time to himself to enjoy his secret, they were few and far in between.

“Mr. Masters?” one of his many ghostly maids asked tentatively, phasing through the door and unwittingly barging in on Vlad with his greatest secret, completely unawares that she was tempting fate by doing so.

Vlad screamed shrilly and tossed his secret into the air, panicked. Then his eyes widened even further with horror as he realized what he had done, and leapt up, catching it by the tips of his fingers before it crashed cataclysmically with the ground.

The unfortunate maid eyed her boss with confusion written on her face, before stating quietly, “Mr. Masters, I didn’t know that you-“

“OUT!” Vlad erupted, screeching like a banshee and chasing the maid out of the room.
“If you tell a single soul, alive or dead, what you saw, I’ll have your head! OUT! OUT!”
Apparently, his threats had worked, because the servant scurried down the stairs at a brisk pace, afraid that her employer had gone insane.

Vlad went back up to his room and laid back on his incredibly oversized bed, heart still racing. With the blackmail that ghost had just obtained, she could very well use it to control Vlad, and ultimately rule the entirety of the Ghost Zone. The hybrid shuddered at the horrific thought for a moment, but stopped after a few seconds as the idea was too frightening to dwell on for long.

Sighing, the bachelor bent down and picked up his secret, his greatest weakness, and began to write.

Later, he would have to track that maid down and see to her demise, but not right now. Right now, he wanted to sit back, enjoy his secret, and relax, it’d been a hectic week. He’d go after her soon, though, as he couldn’t let her run around with that dangerous and valuable knowledge for very long.

After all, Vlad couldn’t allow anyone to know that he kept a journal of bad fanfiction under his bed!