Prophecy of Evil
(Disclaimer: I don't own it so don't sue me)
a/n: takes place 6 months after phantom planet except no one knows his identity and tucker isn't mayor.
Prologue
Clockwork stared at his time screen as he has done for thousands of years before. To most, the world finally seemed at peace after the planet was saved by the ghostly super hero, Danny Phantom. There were no wars, no riots, even the crime rate went down significantly in the human world. And in the Ghost Zone, most had returned to their old haunting spots or made peace in their realm. However, for the past few months something has been troubling Clockwork, yet he could not put a finger on it and it was rare that for something to be so elusive to him.
A giant gear clicking in the clock above him snapped him out of his trance. He stopped watching the screen and began tampering with his time-staff.
You're over thinking everything, he told himself, you should be happy. The world's been brought to peace by the very ghost that was destined to destroy it.
"What are you thinking about so hard, Clockwork?" an observant suddenly appeared behind him.
"Nothing important," he turned to face him, "what do you want?"
"You must be losing your edge, he who claims to know everything."
"Call it a formality," he said nonchalantly.
"I assume you know what year it is," the observant glared with his large, one eye.
"I only happen to be the master of all time," Clockwork replied rather sarcastically. He still can't believe he has to answer to these cretins.
"Then you are aware of what happens then?"
"I have been keeping an eye on the current time stream for years now, and I have seen two possible directions it can go," Clockwork paced around, "The first is good, leading the world to peace and happiness; and the second is the complete opposite of the first, plunging both worlds into darkness and bringing about the Apocalypse. Why do you ask?"
The observant handed him an ancient piece of paper, "Because of this."
Clockwork read it quickly, "Where did you find this?"
"Walker and his men while digging through Pariah's Keep."
"I'm not going to ask why they were there. So they thought it would be worth something so they brought it to you. And now, here you are."
"Is there still time to prevent this?" the observant asked hopefully.
Clockwork was silent for a few seconds, "Judging by this paper, no."
"Then what are we to do?"
"Isn't that what you're supposed to be doing?"
"You're the only ghost who can help us."
"Hmph, I won't be much good to you," he said turning his back, "With this new information the time stream is in so such disarray that I can't even predict the next five minutes."
"But given your past knowledge-,"
"Nothing like this has happened before!" Clockwork yelled, losing his cool for the first time in nearly a century.
The observant fell silent and began to turn to leave.
Clockwork sighed, "I suppose I could dig into the past and see what we'll be up against."
"That would be a start."
"You must alert the council and start putting together an army," Clockwork commanded, "And I shall go and fetch the leader of said army," he whispered and disappeared into the time stream.
Little did he realize the shadowy figure floating outside his home.