So, I've decided to do a 101 Oneshot Challenge. I-luv-Aang-Percy-Danny issued this challenge. Now, on to Thoughts!

I've been in here for a while. I stopped tracking time a long time ago. How long had it been? It was about a month in human time when I gave up. Then, I remembered, time didn't matter here. Time was warped. Controlled. Time didn't really exist here. All because of Clockwork.

If Clockwork hadn't meddled in the first place, I wouldn't have gotten the test answers. So, technically, he caused this. And he was supposed to stop me from existing. Yet he did something that, in the long run, created me. Where's the irony in this situation?

I suppose that I could probably take some of the blame. I'm the one that cheated. I'm the one that caused everyone I ever cared about to blow up in front of my face- and my teacher. I caused all of my pain. I caused two worlds to fall apart. I was the one to blame. Not Clockwork. Not Jazz. Not Sam or Tucker or even Valerie.

I cheated on that one stupid test, and I caused the end of the world. What type of monster am I? Aparently, I'm one evil, sadistic, twisted monster. And now I regret it. But what type of villan regrets? I am not going to regret what I did. All that descruction, chaos, danger, and death was because of me. And it felt great. It felt great to be evil. It felt great to destroy. It brought out my nature. It was my obsession- to kill.

And I can't lose that. It felt great. It was the closest to emotion I got. Ever since I gave up and murdered my human half, I had no emotions. Well, I did, but not the regular type of emotions. I only felt types of anger. I only felt anger, rage, revenge, and that type of stuff.

If anyone saw me, the only way they'd be able to figure out that I used to be town hero was the way I looked, and the emblem of course. They wouldn't be able to connect me, the destroyer of two worlds, and Danny Phantom, town hero. They would never connect Dan to Danny. They would never believe that I was once a halfa.

I looked around my prison once more, only seeing the dents on the inside that I made the day I was captured. I remember how confident and stubborn past me was. He was stronger than me, but only because I underestimated him. I underestimated myself. That's why I was in here. I underestimated myself. I thought I wouldn't pass the test any other way. So, I cheated. I didn't think about the consequences. But they were far bigger than I would have imagined. You know what happened. They all died, and I was too weak to stop it.

I gave in. I gave up. I had nothing to live for. I had nothing to fight for. Everyone I cared about- and Mr. Lancer* were gone. My family, well you can guess why I miss them. Tucker was like a brother to me. And Sam... Sam was too amazing for me anyways. I liked- no,, loved- her. And she died. It twisted my spirit and mind far worse than you ever could have imagined. I guess that's why I'm here. Because of me.

I glanced around the thermos once more. There was no one to talk to in here. Clockwork was usually busy, and not even in this room. The only reason I know I'm still there is because I can here him and the Observants talking sometimes. The only one in my company was myself. And by that I meant, my thoughts. My twisted, twisted thoughts. They were the only thing I had.

My own thoughts.