I always thought it was funny how life and death tortured you endlessly. After life, there is death. And, if it be, there is an afterlife. No in-between. Right?

Wrong.

You've known me by a few names. Albeit, some of them are stupid. Inviso-bill, really? What kind of moron came up with that one? My more popular one was Phantom. It could create chaos and havoc but invoke tranquility and peace at the same time. People didn't share the same opinions about me.

Including my parents.

They may be whack-jobs who unintentionally caused the entire mess I got myself involved in in the first place, but I love them. You'd have to be mentally ill to not love the people who gave you life to start out with. Although life can be terrible and sucky, it's the only one you have.

Well, sort of.

They inadvertently caused half of my death to start with. Then they caused the other half by shooting me. They didn't mean to, they were just trying to catch a ghost. To prove to the world that they're adequate ghost hunters who can also look after their own children.

They weren't aware of halfas. They weren't aware I was a halfa, and they were definitely not aware that they killed me until it was too late.

I don't blame them at all; I should have told them myself. It's terrible, knowing your family is guilty about murdering you- at only fourteen. I was aware of everything around me but dead at the same time. I had no concept of time, just the subtle movements of the people around me, before I was buried in the ground.

Years passed, and I laid there, in wonder. My mind was awake. Why was I not a ghost? Or was I trapped? My limbs just felt numb, as if I was frozen. Jazz and Sam were against cryogenics, freezing people for preservation, and they would not allow my dead body to be preserved. When the technology came around anyway, it would be years in the future. Everyone would probably be dead, leaving me to be an empty shell, possibly turning into Dan without the half of Plasmius.

What were my last words to Sam? I liked her, as in, like-like. I always felt that the feeling was mutual, but now I can never tell her. Never hold her in my hands like I wanted to.

I'll be fine, was said to both Sam and Tucker as I transformed and took to the skies, eyes narrowed at Skulker once again. Banter was thrown between us before a terrible pain burst through my chest, and I fell to the ground, my mind foggy.

Even as I reverted back to my human form, I was aware of everything after my last breath. Sam's cries, Tucker's sobs, my parents...It was terrible. There was a bit of me who felt like I caused all of this, the pain of everyone I knew.

What was Amity Park like now? I wondered constantly, while in my dead thoughts. Who was in charge? Depending on how long, Vlad could have passed (and the fruitloop was old, anyway). Everyone I knew could have passed- no concept of time when you're dead.

Did Sam grow up and be the person who wanted equal rights for all? Did Tucker invent some new technology that revolutionized the world? Did Jazz grow up to be the psychologist she dreamed of? And what about my clone, Dani? Where was she now?

What about my parents?

I kept wondering, not able to escape from my prison underground. Until one day, I woke up.