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Written by: HowlingMisfit@DeviantART.com (AKA Heather B.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan vs. It belongs to Dan Mandel and Chris Pearson. I am not making any profit off of this. Any extra character in here that does not involve any real world references or any kind of outside franchise has been created by me out of the sake of a good laugh. If there was any kind of extra character from an outside franchise, I would have noted.
Author's note: Some strange reason I wanted to write a fan made script for the Dan Vs. series. I just can't leave it alone can I? It is not even a full season out there So consider this a fan-welcoming present from me in the airing the 10th episode! On another side note, please, please, PLEASE read the description. Thank you. Now
Enjoy this bucket of vomit that I present to you.
Dan vs. Aliens
-Doorbell rings repeatedly
Dan: [Answers door. What the heck do you want?!
Dan Vs Rehab Pt. 3CHAPTER THREEMore Like This
Second-Chance disappeared behind a grove of evergreens as the car took a sudden right. Dan sighed irritably and crossed his arms, hoping the next half a mile went on forever. Suddenly he regretted going along with this asinine plan. What could rehab do to change him? Why should he want to change in the first place? His brain cruelly provided questions like these that he hadn’t bothered to think about before.
“Wow, we’re almost here,” Elise remarked from the front seat.
“How does that surprise you? We’ve been driving for half a day, woman!”
Elise didn’t answer. She simply mimicked Dan’s earlier sigh of contempt and leaned against the window, waiting intently for the opportunity to get this angry little man out of her life for a while.
Finally, the parking lot came into view. A few cars were scattered here and there, most likely belonging to staff. There was a rounded area just before the entrance where, as Dan saw it, n
Dan Vs Rehab Pt. 1CHAPTER ONEMore Like This
Another Tuesday night, another stash decimated.
Dan had been looking forward to this all day. He'd also been dreading it.
He fell onto the sofa with a heavy sigh, cursing his one and only reliable friend for making him go on yet another job hunt. For some reason people were hesitant to hire a convicted felon.
After resting his perceived aches for a few moments, he stepped over Mr. Mumbles on the rug and started rooting through the cupboards. He was hungry, but something else needed filling first the vast, unapproachable void that opened inside him when he went too long without alcohol.
"Meow," Mr. Mumbles said, softly pawing Dan's ankle. He bent down to scratch her behind the ear. She didn't have any food left, so he slapped some sandwich meat onto the counter and let her have her way. There wasn't a lot to eat in the apartment anymore. Dan preferred to spend his unearned money on more important things.
"Tonight feels like an absinthe night," Dan said