Hello, good people. I hope.. you uhh like this.. or well, if not like, at least acknowledge it's existence.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Butch Hartman... oh wait... I mean, I don't own Danny Phantom but Butch Hartman does. Yeah. That's it.

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With both hands secured within my side pockets, I quietly walked along the cold streets of Amity Park. I really had no clear intention as to why I went back there carrying nothing but the clothes I was wearing and some ten dollars and a credit card in case of emergency but I knew I just had to. For old time's sake.

The streets were almost completely void of people. A few occasional howls of stray dogs would be heard from the distance. Sometimes, I would jump to a loud sound from the darkness of an alley of something crashing to the ground probably caused by a cat. One of the reasons why I had been all too eager to enter a college entirely distant from this wretched place is because… well, because of its wretchedness especially at night. I know it's strange but the fact that it is haunted by malevolent ghosts only comes in second. I guess it's because of the fact that there was him. The savior of Amity Park. The only one person you can truly depend on to save your life whenever you're in danger. With him in it, Amity Park had become the safest place on Earth even if it was haunted by evil spirits.

His name was Danny Phantom.

Ruminations had gotten a hold of me and after walking for so and so minutes, I noticed my legs had actually brought me to my old high school: Casper High.

Back when I was in high school, this had been my most favorite place on Earth. No, don't misunderstand that. I had a consistent grade of D- except for physical education. It was a miracle that I actually graduated without having to repeat a grade. Why I liked this place was because of my popularity. I don't know if I've told you yet but I'm one of the most popular boys in Casper High. Or more like the most popular boy in Casper High. And, though I am ashamed to admit, I am probably one of the most evil bullies to ever enter Casper too.

And that's probably why I felt so gloomy staring at the place. It never changed. I did. And so did all the students who used to go there and so will all who are only about to. And whenever I see a different image of a different location from the school, I remember all the good times I've had with my friends… and all the stupid things I had done with some students. It embarrasses me every time I recall all the bullying I had done. And it even embarrasses me more so every time I try to imagine what they would be like if ever we have a class reunion ten years from then. Oh the humiliation.

Like that techno kid for instance… what was his name..? That Foley kid. For all I know, he could already be receiving tons of job offers from big companies even if he hasn't even graduated yet. Or maybe he already did because he's smart and all. I don't know.

Or that friend of his. Danny Fenton, I've always known his name. I'm not sure why though. I always did. That's probably the reason why he received the worst bullying I had ever given to anyone. (Oh no, shame coming back) I know he was never good at any subject except Astronomy. In fact, he excelled in Astronomy greatly.

I cringed at the thought of seeing him all tough and muscular wearing a NASA astronaut suit of all things with the initials D.F on his right chest as he descends from his space shuttle towards the class reunion complete with a mysterious blanket of smoke coming out of nowhere to add to the dramatic entrance.

Everyone knows a football star won't compare to an astronaut. A handsome dark-haired blue-eyed astronaut.

I sneaked at the back of the school where the extension to the cafeteria is found. The arrangement of the tables never changed or at least according to a comparison with a mental image I had of it from what I can remember.

For every table, a clique was unofficially assigned to it. Oh the social stratification is wondrous. Band geeks would sit here, game nerds would sit there, the popular kids' table would be the one at the center and the losers would be at the table at the far corner just beside the dumpster.

Almost always, a kid would sit on the table with his back facing the scenery of the divided social body. And almost always, he would wait for the only two friends he has ever had.

It's not that I always observe him in particular. No, not at all.

My eyes started observing the area as I stood there thinking about all of this, then after a minute, I thought my heart would literally jump out of my mouth due to a white accumulating mist from a corner of my eye and before I could scream a terribly unmanly scream I realized that the mysterious white mist was actually the white shirt of a boy sitting silently on top of the table just beside the dumpster with his back facing everything but the wall.

For some strange reason God knows what, my brain failed to consider this a horrifyingly creepy scene and instead of running away like the wind, I slowly walked towards the table with said boy sitting on top of it. I guess it was probably because he reminded me of him. Is high school always like that? For every batch, would there always be a jerky football jock and a scrawny little boy who would always be the subject of the formers cruel jokes? Or maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions.

I made to place a hand on the boy's shoulder but I paused when my subconscious mind suddenly decided to make itself known inside my head and for a split-second, a certain name started echoing throughout my brain.

"Danny?"