This is a new and existing idea I Came up with while Bored at work. I love Vlad masters and always found him the best part of any Danny Phantom Story. Our story Begin in combat as Vlad gets freed from Ghost prison to help With a New Threat. If you like the story then please leave a review or favorite. I know I am not the best at Grammar and I only use Word and Grammarly. English was my second language and I never got out of the habit of having piss poor grammar when Righting. Which is odd since I am a very eloquent speaker.

Chapter 1

Ghost Zone, Sector 7.

Vlad fights an extremely powerful ghost.

The type that is less a being of any discernable consciousness but force or nature. Unstoppable and unyielding. He, phantom and clockwork had to put aside old rivalries, differences and hatred to win the day. The fight lasted for days, no side truly winning. By the end of the fight, Vlad was exhausted and was hit by a bolt from the Powerful ghost. Knocking him back He was out like a light. The Ghost gloated about destroying everything in its wake, causing Vlad to waken, but then rage overtook him and he let loose ALL his power. Screaming about how he will not Hurt the Packers.

Danny and clockwork did not see that coming.

Razing hell he fought against the behemoth of a ghost and was then hit with a portal generated by the beings undulating tentacle. Before being sent away he blasted the creatures eye out. Leaving a painful and sickening pit in its eye socket.

Vlad found himself in a strange and otherwise confusing place.

Picture tubes and tunnels or perhaps pipes? Not straight pipes but curved one's going in every direction. Some overlapping others circling other pipes all culminating into one big mess that resembled the larges blow of noodles he had ever seen against a backdrop of space. The Tunnels went on forever, and he meant forever. Trying to follow one of them gave him a headache when he tried to stare that far.

Perhaps the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster was not so off the mark after all.

His vision must be on the fritz because everything he looked at was in a black and white static effect. Basically, take his whole description from before then run it over one of those White and black screens you get when your tv is not working. But then leave an outline of large pipes barely visible in the distance.

Mabey that's what happened when you lost signal on that old tv? Mabey, you were really peering into the very edge of existence itself. Would explain why everyone hated seeing that screen.

Now Vlad Masters stood/flouted there for what felt like hours, maybe days just looking and contemplating the site. Every now and then he would get glimpses. Glimpses of amazing and fantastical things.

In one instance a small hole in the pipes opened to show a great battle fought with Elves, dragons, orcs, lizardman, and Scaven. In another, he saw a picturesque lake, surrounded by lush mountains over a red sky.

Then a simple farm where a workman toiled, a small bakery, a library, a castle-like school. Some make sense others did not. He could sit here for all eternity and watch. This must be how clockwork feels. He felt content, but then again, all his feeling felt somewhat muted as well. His hanger spent, hatred diminished, even the painful pull of his ghost half was far more subdued.

In the distance, he could see odd creatures of every shape form and mass. Some seemed friendly others, no so friendly. Others were just completely confusing. Like how does a giant Furby the size of a skyscraper makes any logical sense? No, seriously I want to know, thinking of Jack getting squished to death by Ferby is just too amusing. Some were small and darted around on the pipe streams while others were massive behemoths that rivaled mountains. And yet all of them were still dwarfed by just one of those tunnels of black and light.

Eventually, all good things must come to an end. On one of his sightseeing days, he got knocked off course by a large snake-like being that shot him off into a tube. They all looked the same so it really could lead anywhere.

Being inside the tube was a far more perilous task then being outside. I was shot about in a myriad of directions and went delirious till I fell unconscious in a swirl of colors.

… … ..

"AHHHHHH," Vlad yelled as he descended from the sky at hyper speed. He had woken not a second ago and found he was falling to his doom. He was speeding up so much he swore he saw flames licking at his sides. He screamed a manly scream of fear and surprise, not a shrill little girls shriek. Honest.

Remembering that he could fly Vlad slapped himself upside the head at forgetting. He spread his arms and began to push ghost energy bellow him to stabilize himself. Barley missing crashing into trees.

"Well, that was a near miss." He said as he maneuvered between the treetops. Missing a few and getting nasty welts as a result. He soon found himself a small clearing he could land in with little difficulty.

'I don't know I think that landing was a bit choppy myself." Vlad whirled around looking for the owner of that voice. It was an old voice that changed into that of a young one that he clearly knew. And despised.

"Clockwork, where are you?" He yelled out, more out of habit than anything else. He was still a tad disoriented and emotions were not so prevalent yet.

"Speaking to you telepathically." Said the old-time ghost. Vlad and Clockwork had a complicated relationship. Starting off as an acquaintance, mentor, lover and then enemy. At this point, he had no idea what they were to each other.

"Uh, ok so besides the obvious, where am I? and can I get back?" Vlad looked around but all he could see were miles upon miles of forest and mountain. Nothing in any direction other than perhaps a large blue dot indicating water. The wind was at least cool in the evening light and mountains and forests reminded him of home. But they looked off somehow. He could not place it but they just seemed different.

"I do not know. And I cannot bring you back." Said the ghost. His voice that normally carried strength and vigor now sounding tired and closer to the eons he had lived.

"What do you mean you can't? Or is it you won't?" Said Vlad with an annoying tick in his voice all too used to the ghost's tricks.

"In this case, can't. You have fallen out of reality!" The ghost raised his voice in a tone Vlad had not heard in a long time. Frustration. "Imagine reality as a tree. Each universe is a leaf on the tree and every dimension being a different leaf. Each branch representing a fundamental force of nature. My friend, oh you not only left the leaf you fell off the damn tree. I had to use a back-way time channel in order to even send my thoughts to you. The only reason I was even able to do that is that I have a bit of your DNA. I can't even find you in all this dame static in the way." The ghost of time slammed his head into a wall to stop freckling out. He had looked over timeline after timeline and in each and every one this one outcome never happened. Never. This was the one and only timeline where Vlad Masters literally stopped existing. So, he was completely blindsided when it happened.

"Are you telling me that after all that, all that pain and suffering and manipulation I am now STUCK in a new world?" Actually, that did not sound so bad. Being I a world without Jack in it sounded good to him.

"Yes, I will see about getting you back but It does not look good. I will try to contact you again when I have a way to get you back."

Vlad stared out into the dying sun, not moving for what felt light eons. Then his even breathing started to become deeper. His nostrils flaring at each intake. His breath started to come in faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. A twitch began in his cheek just under his eye. His frown morphed from just upset to a full snarl bearing his teeth. His arms and fingers began to twitch sporadically. As the last embers of sunlight dissipated he Howled into the night. "AAARRRRRHHHHHHHH" Fire blazing and blasting from his hands as he tried to release some of the pent-up aggression the in-between had suppressed. But now it was back and in full force.

A tree bursting into flames and then turning to ashes as he shot blast after blast at it. Not nearly satisfied he counted his hands in the satisfying flames and punched a tree. Then another and another. After a good hour, a whole legion of trees had fallen to the wayside, stacked into a tree corpse pile.

Vladimir was in a blind rage just tearing into anything and everything that got in his way. And when some armored black monster things began to come out of the woodwork so much the better. He was blind to everything else but his own rage. It was like all the anger form the last month was being released in one fell swoop and he was just along for the ride.

The Grim could sense negative emotion like a bloodhound on a blood trail. So, when a veritable negative bomb went off every grim from the lowliest Beowulf to the largest Deathstalker greedily rushed into the kill. This amount of negativity would help them grow into their next evolution.

But all of them soon found out that it was not going to be as easy as all that. The little creature was fast and strong and Vicious. It raged and raged, The more it fought the more rage he gave out and the more the Grime Died.

Long into the night, he raged but as the waves of black and white creatures abated so did his anger. As the last bear like Grim found itself without a head Vladimir Masters slumped against a tree. He rubbed his eyes and came away with fresh tears staining his gloved hand.

He stared at his hand and the small pool of salty tears. When was the last time he had cried? Thinking back as far as he could, he just could not remember. Not when he was in pain and hospitalized from getting his ghost powers. Not when he was captured. Not when burying his family, or his dog. Not when he found or lost love. Vlad was a stoic man and did not cry. Even when he wanted to.

Vlad got up and started to move again. This time with only one purpose. To find a nice cave or tree to spend the rest of the night in. The last three weeks had been a roller-coaster of emotions and adventure culminating into a few tense seconds of him crying into his hands under a cracked moonlit night.

Finding a cave close by he walked in and observed the interior. The cave was dry and warm, indicating that one of the creatures he fought was a resident. Not caring about much at this point he blasted a corner of the cave with his ghost flames and watched as the stone softened and then cooled, killing any and all bacteria. Laying down on the couch shaped stone he closed his eyes and let Morpheus take him away. Blocking out all thoughts of home, too drained to do anything else.

He slept long into the night and day, long past the time an investigation crew had come and gone, investigating what could have caused the local grim population to plummet to the point of extinction in the area. Bone fragments and sharp black spikes littered the ground for a good mile, all from strong grim. To do all this would require a whole team of S class hunters on an S Class mission. The Vail investigation team were quite perplexed as no S class Huntsmen or Huntresses had gone missing nor was there any mission to exterminate the Grim in this area.

…

In the distance, the Queen of all grim felt a pronounced difference. A great many of her Elder Grimm just died. Was this Ozpins doing? No, while he could plan the destruction of a Grimm hoard she did not get the impression this was his doing. For now, she would ignore it. As this was merely a drop in the bucket of her legion. Still, it would be wise to keep an ear out.

….

Vlad woke up from his slumber still feeling miserable but at least now he was rested is a little sore, ok a lot sore. A dull ache could still be felt on his side where that Monster Had Hit him and he knew if he turned human he would be in a world of pain. While a Halfa healed faster than normal, wounds still translated over to their normal form, just a little less pronounced. Vlad began the slow but steady march in the direction he remembered seeing water. He did not feel like flying yet.

"CRACK." The sound of twigs and moving foliage alerted Vlad to danger. He dodged to his left to see another of those beasts that evaporated on death. Its skin was charcoal black and a white bone-like mask covered its head. From what Vlad could see its claws and teeth were both thick and sharp. A bad combination to fight against. As it would have both slashing and piercing power as well as durability. Its eyes were just pools of red light, not dissimilar to his own when he was in a mood or feeling particularly dramatic. It stood a good eight feet tall and four wide and had a large chest and thick arms indicating it was used to pouncing and slash attacks with a long reach. A small tail was waving behind it and the beginnings of other boney protrusions could be seen on its back. Exposed regions indicated stomach and legs as weakness, possible sensitivity to light and energy blasts.

All of this Vlad saw in a second as he dodged the next few swipes. Cocking back his hand he punched the strange creature and watched as it sailed out and slammed into a tree and then went through the tree and started to dissolve in the air.

He would admit that he was momentarily distracted by the dissolving beast. However, once the tree broke he could see a that the beast was not alone. A whole pack of the werewolf-like creatures was coming out of the woodwork and into his little clearing.

"I have had a really trying day. I will give you this one chance to depart. Leave now and you can keep your lives." Vlad said as the beast continued to move forward. Raising his glowing fists Vlad smirked. He really needed to vent some frustration and these things gave him the perfect excuse.

The first few Wolfs were dealt hard and devastating punches to the guts and bone shattering kicks to their own unprotected feet.

Vlad just let loose for a while, letting out all his pent-up aggression and angst just seep away with every punch and kick. Each practiced punch and each precise Kick calming him down like nothing else could. He used this opportunity to summon his energy sword. He so wanted to call it a lightsaber but copyrights.

No longer brute forcing his way through the now hacked and slashed his way past more wolf-like beasts. By his estimate, this was the tenth or so beast he slew so far. They just seemed to keep coming. But he would not let up his forms.

This point was less him fighting and more him dancing with a sword. The energy blade making 'Wert-Wert' sounds as it slashed through the creatures.

At least they dissolved rather quickly. It made clean up so much simpler.

With ghosts, only the minor apparitions dissolved into nothing. They were the small beings that people normally associated with ghosts. They rarely left one place, moves stuff around and only really looked scary till you gave them a good punch. Then they dissipated into ecto dust. It was still a mess to clean but less so than others.

But stronger ghosts tent to explode when 'killed'. They will reform back in the ghost zone with a bit of amnesia but will leave behind a lot of ecto plasma that you will need to clean up. Try getting ecto grease out of your carpet? I dare you.

Vlad was soon jostled out of his memories as a more powerful roar was heard behind him as a taller and far bulkier Werewolf- zombie thing came out of the forest. It swiped and slashed at Vlad but this one also seemed to know the importance of dodging.

Vlad looked around but saw that he was still surrounded by all the other beasts but they were not attacking. 'Alpha.' He thought as it became clear this was the leader. Vlad Perrier one of the beast claws as it came a little too close for comfort.

Disengaging he looked at his opponent. Not only was it bigger but it had far more armor plating than the other creatures. Large spikes protruded all over its back and shoulders. He had to wonder how those didn't get in its way?

Vlad smiled as he slightly lowered the blade. The beast seemed to also sense that this would be the final clash. They jumped at each other, hacking and slicing at each other, even as the other beasts felt a thrill stirring in their guts.

While they normally fought against scared villagers or emotion controlled huntsmen. Fighting something so emotionally naked and negative like this was, intoxicating. So, when the Alpha fell clutching its severed hand. It didn't feel too bad. It had lost but the negativity coming from the man thing would feed them for weeks to come. Raising its snout, the wolf howled out and signaled the retreat. It knew when it was beaten. It did not get to be alpha by being stupid. Going so far as to ignore even the queen's summons to continue his and his packs survival.

Vlad looked up at the creature and bowed his head. He had sated his bloodlust and felt much better. The creature nodded back and left the strange man like thing. It was not a man. Man-made Grim want to go wild and kill. Made all grim want to hunt down the annoying light. But this thing had little light, was cold.

Still wanted to fight, but not need to. So, took the pack and will go. Will take time for claws to come back. But now can sleep for some time and heal in the pools.

As the creatures walked away Vlad continued his journey. Now with a much better mood. 'Well that was strange, those things almost felt like ghosts. But then again, I'm in a whole other reality so I've got no idea what I'm in for. Then again, I said the same thing when I went to my first high society dinner. And I survived that. Thank god for all those equity classes.'

Vlad amused himself with his more pleasant memories as he picked up speed and started to lightly fly. He loved to fly, it was immeasurable how freeing being able to leave the ground under your own power felt like.

He soared till he found the edge of the cost line. Along the way were only forest and the occasional mountain. He had yet to find a path but any sentient logical species will have a settlement near to a coast.

So, Vlad flew near the water. Occasionally he would spot other packs of odd creatures and even a few that flew. However, none of them seemed quite as intelligent as that first alpha.

A few odd Raven like birds the size of houses tried to attack Vlad during his journey as well but his patience had run out. He swiftly dispatched them with a few blasts from his ecto rays. Who knew all that ghost fighting and years of constant training would be useful outside the ghost zone? Besides he was not going to let a bird of all things get the better of him. No tweedy bird was going to best him!

Vlad sored in the sky for hours, following the course of the river until he found a small village. It was a quaint little place and had large walls defending it. It could maybe support two hundred people and most looked armed to the teeth. At least they were all humanoid. That was a relief in and of itself, even if it posed some interesting evolutionary questions.

He picked the first able-bodied male he could find with any amount of intelligence and Overshadowed him. He was a scholarly type man that liked to read, wore glasses had vibrant blue hair and seemed to work at a Wood mill.

There is this little know and rarely spoke of the ability of ghosts called Observation. Observation is like Overshadowing but instead of taking control of a victim you simply sit back, watch and learn. It's why ghosts don't often attack as soon as you show up. They just go into you and learn what really makes you scared before making you go crazy. With any luck and a lot of patience, Vlad could use the ability to learn the language, common sense, read wright and all other necessary skills from a few able-bodied people. If it also let him grieve for a while without anyone, not even that blasted clockwork from seeing him then so be it.

For the next few weeks, Trent Earth would wonder why he would have depression episodes and why he suddenly felt stronger suddenly. At the end of every day, his muscles no longer hurt and his developing joint pains just disappeared. He was finally able to join his friends at parties and start dating. His newfound straight and stamina would stay with him long after Vlad left for another host. Much to the enjoyment of his new wife.

Vlad left just after Trent started to really date and he figured he knew the basics of the world. There are four continents and four countries in this world and at least twenty cities per country. However much of the world had been claimed by the creatures Known as Grimm. Now Vlad knew why they sought him out like moths to a flame. His own misery was dame near palpable at times and only sheer willpower got him out of bed most nights. Made even worse now that he as FAR away from anything he knew.

At least the small town would not have to worry about any strong Grimm for a good few years. Even if it was unwilling he had Observed Several Individuals in the town from simple farmers and laborers to a school teacher and researcher as well as a veteran hunter that needed a boost to stave off the effects of aging. From them, he learned a lot of common sense and some special skills. In lieu of payment, he had decimated the local Grimm population to the point only the new week ones were left as target practice for those so inclined to Grimm hunting as a sport.

There is, however, one drawback to Observing someone. It can lead to personality shifts and mood swings. Temporary in the Host and permanent in the ghost. It may have been this negligible effect that made him into such a heartless son of a Viking fan. Overshadowing too many lawyers was both a brilliant and terrible idea. Oh, he was not going to spout off into song at the drop of a hat but he might find his enjoyment of good booze going up or fondness for a song or food. Also, his new sense of fair play could have been attributed to that judge he was in for a month.

But now he had a choice, Witch kingdom to settle in? Vacuo was out. It was a nice hot desert climate but the technological level was clearly subpar and dependent on Altas for its Technical innovations. Vail was better and the current kingdom he was in. They were competent and had an adventures sprite. People always willing to settle just about anywhere. Mistral was not as well known in that small town but he got the impression that they were full of artists and the aristocratic sort. The aristocratic side appealed to him however he had to remember that Artists were wide and varied. He may like the occasional painting and music score, as well as a new fondness for techno, but he was not going to suffer starving artists. So that left Atlas. The hub for most of the technological innovation of the world but also the most militaristic and racist.

But there was one more glaring problem. He was 18 again. At least he hoped he was 18. It was months since he went into his physical form but the moment he caught himself in the mirror he had to do a double take. While he looked similar in appearance to his older self he now looked, younger and unfortunately flabbier. All that arduous work on a rock-hard body and ghost enhanced muscles, Ruined. While not obese he now had no muscles to speak of. He would have to work on the double now just to get back into shape. So instead of flying to Atlas, he would run too Atlas.

Using his new knowledge of scavenging and buying a few niceties using some money he stole off a redhead in a bowler hat, he ran mile after mile, for a good month, camping and scavenging what he could. He refrained from Overshadowing anyone so that he could practice his new language skills and interact with people.

Oh, it was a headache having to talk to so many people on the road. Even more so when they refused to show any common courtesy! Most were farm hands and were rolling along on tractors that Vlad ran beside. Most were nice but every now and then he came across a special breed of idiot that just needed their day ruined.

Like this one fuger that was making fun of Vlad and jeering at him like some Hight school Jock that really made Vlad See red. So, if a Beowulf came crashing into the man's car, then no one could fault Vlad for running away, now could they?

At least with this training, he was making some good time. Every day he would drop dead to the ground, only the presence of mind to get a blanket, before waking up the next morning fully refreshed. The wonders of ecto healing. He might have been able to speed up his healing and control of his ecto plasma via meditation but wanted to train his muscles for the time being.

The first week was hell, blisters and scratches on his feet, sore muscle, and fatigue. His body was crappy in his younger years. But after a week his body got better at handling the burden and he could go farther for longer. It helped he had a high pain tolerance form all that 'Training' from clockwork. Well more like being his errand boy for a decade but who cared about old Vlad Masters and what he wanted anyway.

So after a month of Running, Hunting, Grimm Hunting and more running He finally made it to Atlas. Yes, he took the long way around that took him threw a lot of Mistral and Vail but he really needed the exercise. At least now he was in decent shape. While normally one would need more than one month to get into shape let alone ripped, 40 mile a day jogs with 50 pounds of supplies would break most people. Hell, the only reason Vlad could even do it was the extra ghost power and prior training experience. At least he worked for his power rather than getting a magical power up by screaming his head off and bursting into the golden light like some People he could mention. One could argue his Ghost powers were giving him an unfair edge but to them, he said HA. When he first got them, his Power was at the level of a common Sprite. Not even a lower apparition. It took Years of constant training to develop himself into something even the likes of Skulker the Hunter feared.

Vlad took one look at Atlas and fell in love with its Sterile white walls and clean streets. It was cold here, which he hated but he could get over that just to examine all this tech.

"Well, Vlad my boy, time to start a new life." He said to himself as he walked into the nearest library. And perhaps with a small smile on his face.

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What do you think? Exiting? Compelling? Trash? I can streach this out to about thirty to fifty thousand words. Next time Vlad IN Atlas.