Nicktoons Unite! Incoming Heroes!!

Madman's Hot Soup

It's not every day that you get to lead a fray of colorful heroes. It's also apparent that said leading pretty much meant that you had to know where you were going - Danny was far from that. One second he was in a modern city, now, he expected random dudes in clunky shining armor to come trotting along the path.

Lost wasn't a good enough word.

The group had been walking through the flat graveyard for quite a bit, much longer than they had expected, and nobody took more concern to that than Jimmy. He kept thinking back to Tak's comment about Vlad 'Dropping the castle' in Amity Park. He feared it was much more complicated than that. But, what isn't these days? Jimmy would occasionally gaze back up to the castle and they would make no progress. It's like it was a mirage in the dessert. Just a figment of their imagination. But it was there. The power around them was too palpable to ignore, but how were they not getting closer?

"Is it just me...or is that thing moving?" Otis snorted, gaining everyone's attention to him and the castle shortly afterwards. It was difficult at first, giving it was like trying to watch the clouds roll by while walking. But it was, in fact, moving.

"Pukin' pluto..." The boy genius sighed. Why couldn't he be wrong for once? It'd be a great change of pace. Everyone else shared his feelings by letting out their own wails of distress. After a while they decided it was best to rest their legs, rub their sore feet and, most importantly...

"What the heck are we supposed to do?!" Timmy groaned, falling on his back and staring a the writhing green clouds that filled the sky. Nobody seemed to have an idea, and Neutron was back in his thinking pose, so he was left to his thoughts. Maybe the cool bounty hunter had something to add. "Hey, Skulker. Any ideas?"

"Ya' got me, kid." The metal ghost sighed. This was a next level bounty to be sure. What was putting him off the most was how simiilar this place felt to the ghost zone as the seconds ticked by. Aside from the gnat-like swarm of horrors above, everything felt...æthral. To test his theory, he walked over to the nearest, thickest tree he could find and lightly knocked it with his hand. As if it were a weed in soft soil, the tree uprooted, gliding a few feet before hitting the ground as hard as a feather. He was speechless at the sight, standing were the tree stood before walking back to the group.

"Otis, what are you doing?" Kitty sighed, staring over a dirt mound and down at the bovine. Otis stood, his head just grazing the top of the hole, decked out in U.S. army gear and camo makeup.

"Aha! Private Kitty! You're just in time! This ere' trench is just about ready." He boasted in a drill sergeants call he must've heard on tv. She could tell it was hurting his voice.

"A trench? In a graveyard? What world war are you in right now?"

"The war against the spectrals n' demons! Imma--," he coughed, "I--," he coughed again, "I...huuuh. There's dirt in my lungs!" He tried to climb out, but his hooves only brought the surrounding dirt mounds on top of him. His screams rivaled the lead baritone in an opera as the soil quickly silenced him. Kitty stood above his twitching arm with a crooked frown.

"Aang! Otis needs your help." She called as she stepped away. Everybody else seemed to be content with resting for a bit. That was good. No sense tiring themselves out only to be sent back to square one. Though, it would've been nice if she could've snagged one of those ghost guards weapons. Kitty ran her hand down her lower back and winced a bit. She may have to stretch herself granted that may get worse. She went to sit down, stopping when a black antenna disappeared behind a line of trees. So much for stretching.

Zim couldn't be anymore at a loss. His mouth was dry and wet at the same time. His skin felt like it was sizzling. He was looking in two directions at once. Nothing felt right here. It feels like that infernal prison. It feels like those giant spectrals were mutated vultures that were waiting for the perfect moment to feast. They were right were Vlad wants them, now all he had to do was pay the waiting game. The cursed blue human! Zim would have his spine the moment he had the--