All right everybody, this is my very first piece of writing, so please don't flame me for being a noob. Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated however. Anything to help me become a better writer.

Disclaimer - I don't own "Danny Phantom" or any affiliated characters. Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon do. If I owned them, this show would still be on TV.

While looking at all of the past events in a person's life when they are gone, it is important to remember that that some things must happen for a reason…


The atmosphere held a foreboding aura when the trio entered the abandoned amusement park, almost like death itself had permeated every last crevice of this once bustling land of joy and childhood happiness. Sam Manson, while usually not the one to be scared of anything, felt that this place was simply…wrong.

The young Goth girl glanced over to her traveling compatriots, both of whom seemed to completely ignore the shadow of doom that was everywhere in this sorry rip off of the "happiest place on Earth". Tucker Foley had wandered over to the overturned corn-dog stand, mourning the loss of perfectly good meat. Tucker glanced around before casually picking up a molded corn-dog that looked like someone had previously stepped on the poor thing, and began to happily much on it.

Sam gave an involuntary shudder as she shouldered her purple backpack and ran to catch up with her other best friend, the sometimes-dark-haired-sometimes-not ghost boy that had recently become the object of her affection, Danny Fenton/Phantom. The young male had stopped in front of the smoking Ferris wheel, looking on intently as the grey smoke wound its way through the air like some demon snake.

Sam stood there as well, simply watching her love stare into oblivion, while her heart threatened to break out of her ribcage, it was pounding so hard. Finally, after a few moments of this, Danny gave a small jump as he realized that Sam was standing there.

"What's the matter Sam?" Danny asked out of concern and worry for his friend as she didn't move from his side. Lately, they couldn't go anywhere without being mobbed by at least three ghosts, all vowing death and revenge before they were sucked into the Fenton Thermos. This had caused all of the friends to be rather jumpy lately.

She replied, "Nothing with me, but you might want to have your other friends head examined. He is definitely acting a bit odd today, even for Tucker."

The ghost hero laughed silently as he pictured the past antics of his oldest friend. Everything from building his own sphinx to going three weeks straight convinced that the "Ghost Aliens" were after him, Tuck really had done it all. Sighing inwardly as he steeled himself for an answer, he asked with a fake tone of horror, "What did he do this time?"

Unfortunately, just before Sam could answer, a scream rang out from the other side of the park. It lasted for a good 30 seconds before being abruptly cut off with a strangled and muffled cough. Sam and Danny just looked at each other before he shouted to the world "I'M GOIN' GHOST!"

Two white rings formed around the teens waist, both going in opposite directions on his body. Where they had traveled, his school clothes were replaced by a black hazmat suit with white boots and gloves, and a glowing DP emblem on his chest. Danny's normally black hair became pure white, while his sky blue eyes changed into glowing green ones. Danny Phantom jumped into the air and flew at top speed in the direction of Tuckers scream, with Sam running right behind him.

As the two worried teens raced to aid their friend, another ghost floated high above the city, watching all the events play out as if he were watching a parade go by. The pale visitor chuckled mysteriously at the sight of the ghost-boy, but did nothing to either help or stop him. After all, that was against the rules…


Well, there ya go. Just who is this mysterious figure? Did Tucker really eat that nasty corn-dog? Why am I asking you all of these questions? Respond please, and then maybe I'll tell you.