hello people! I'm ApparentlyCRAZY and this is my second story ever! so i am very proud of myself. um, i only have one character that i made on my own in this story. i tweaked some of the characters, but not much so don't worry they will still be the characters you know and love. i am in the process of writing this story ( i have no idea how people can write a whole story in advance. they must be made out of inspiration or something!) so if you have and suggestion or feed back press the little green button at the end of the page. thank you for reading my comment you are very kind.

disclaimer: what does a capuchin monkey, teen titans, a chocolate bar, and danny phantom have in common? can you guess? come on can you guess??

answer: i don't own any of those things! ahaha! you see, i took something really...sad and *sniff* made it fun *sob* excuse me i have something in m-my eye*sob*

Chapter 1: The show.

I stare at the neat white walls that are my prison. I do not move. I do not breathe. I have found it to be much too troublesome to breathe anymore. It takes energy that I do not have. Beside it's not as if I need to. Sometimes I just do it for the fun of it though. To pretend I'm normal. To pretend I'm human. I used to be human. Now, I'm not so sure.

I see a woman coming into the building through my minds eye but I do not move. She's rather pretty. Long fair tied into a tight bun, clear complexion, tall too. She could surely be a model. However. However she is wearing a white coat. A white lab coat with a coat of arms over the breast pocket.. The coat of arms is simple yet flashy. Just a large blood red phoenix. The phoenix of phoenix corporations.

Phoenix corporations is well known for their very stylish sneakers. The sneakers are only a cover for what the really do. Truly they are a group of scientist that is out to create a league of super humans. Or so they say. really they are nothing but a group of cruel people looking for living test subject for their cruel experiments. I am one of those test subjects. I also happen to be a favorite as all their experiments seem to be successful on me. That is why she is automatically my enemy and automatically apart of the plan. Though, it is rather unfortunate that she must die. Then again, it's rather unfortunate that people like her are alive.

I show no sign that I even know she is here. If I do I will tip them off and I can't afford to do that. No, I stick to the plan. This is the last chance I have before the put me into sector 37. No one has ever gotten out of sector 37. Correction: no one has ever gotten out of sector 37, alive.

The woman is in the elevator two floors down. My lips turn up so slightly that a normal human couldn't have noticed. Not even the white coats could have notice with the ultra focus microscopes. I perfected the skill of such slight movements in my many years in the institution. When you have as many uneventful days as I have even the littlest thing will entertain you.

She's walking down the hall and my body tensed. This was it the day I've been planning for most of my years here. Heck, most of my life. No more white walls, no more experiments, no more being treated like a doll you can take apart and just put together again. No more institution. I couldn't even begin to imagine life outside the institution so instead I imagined what it would be like to be free. I liked that thought. The thought of being free.

There was a low hiss as the mechanical and perfectly white door opened and the woman came inside. I smiled to my self. It's show time.

I shake my leg uncomfortably trying to wake it up but to no avail. also flinging ectoplasm all over the place in the process. I am unable to contain a loud frustrated sigh. How the hell did I get myself into this mess? Did I do something stupid to upset some sort of cruel greater power? Or maybe I am just a magnet for bad luck? Whatever it is I wish it would just go away. Taking a deep breath I adjust myself in my corner. I can't believe I've spent two days in a corner. Two days. Forty eight hours. Two thousand eight hundred and eighty minutes. In a pink corner. It's pathetic. Truly pathetic.

I look up at the window and am greeted by the same disturbing sight: the eye. It's a large eye about the size of a truck. It easily filled the window, only the green tinge of the ghost zone seeping around the corners.

"What are you looking at?" I said as coldly as I could manage through my fear. The corner of the eye crinkled signifying it was smiling. Whatever it was.

The stupid things been staring at me for every second of my two days. I don't now who it belongs to or why it took me here, but I'm guessing it wanted to play with me judging by the ridiculously large doll house it's trapped me in. I wrinkle my nose in disgust at the pink frilly walls and bed. Don't even get me started on the furniture downstairs. Ugh. I feel like a bootleg Malibu Barbie.

My ghost sense tingled like crazy and I looked up to see an amazingly large hand making its way toward me. I curled up tighter in my corner and watched as the hand struggled to reach me but couldn't thanks to the wall that tactfully in the way. The hand pulled back and the eye once again looked at me with a curios stare. I swallowed hard and glad that I had thought of this corner. Who knows what that thing could do to me in my weakened state? I shivered just thinking about it.

I had to get out of here. I looked down impatiently at the pool of ectoplasm at my feet, silently urging it to once again be apart of my body. I didn't have much time till that thing got angry, and I have kind of developed an attachment to my life.

I stare long and hard at the ectoplasm before it finally started to ripple. Just those slow calming ripples were enough to get my hopes up. Soon the ripples are heading towards me gathering at my feet. I felt my strength building as the ectoplasm was absorbed into my body. I glance up at the eye to see if it noticed this. It didn't seem to, as it still had that curios gleam in it, but it didn't matter anyway. I was back. Fully charged and ready for the fight of my life. Let's see if this thing's got two after lives.

"Hey ugly!" I shouted as I stood up hands on my hips "who do you think you are to mess with Danielle Fenton?!" With a fierce look in my eyes a sauntered calmly to the eye cracking my knuckles loudly as I went. I grinned as the eye widened in surprise. Let the show begin.

my mom (munch) said no to (munch) the monkey(crunch) but i think (munch) I'm wearing her down(chomp). she said yes to the chocolate bar though (chewing happily)! the only down side(swallow) is that i am getting chocolate all over my key board....oh well(munch munch munch)!

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