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Prologue

To say Phantom was tired would be an understatement. He was exhausted. Phantom had spent the last eight and a half hours flying as fast as he could on an empty stomach and barely two hours of sleep. Despite feeling light-headed and drowsy, Phantom pushed on, trying to fly as far as he could before he passed out. But he didn't have a choice.

The Guys In White had found him. Again. Just when he thought he had finally found a decent place to settle down for a while. Phantom was currently their number one target. They would stop at nothing to get him, even if it meant harming innocent civilians. The frustrated agents have been more vicious in their attempts to capture Phantom, bringing more dangerous weapons practically every time, recklessly destroying public property. Fortunately, Phantom managed to protect the civilians from physical injury. The government agents didn't care. They had clearance to use the volatile weapons during a ghost attack and their top priority was to neutralise or eliminate the "ectoplasmic threat" that was Phantom by all means they felt was necessary.

They had been more determined than ever to capture him ever since the… the Nasty Burger Explosion. Phantom hated to think about it. It was the catalyst, the disaster which caused Phantom's life to spiral ever downwards. The accident had left Phantom in a broken mess; everyone that mattered to him the most had been obliterated before his very eyes. Danny's whole world had fallen apart.

Worst of all, the Guys In White had taken advantage of Phantom's traumatised state. Agents snuck up on him while his guard was down and captured him. They saw is time of weakness as opportunity to take him down. Phantom was just too emotionally drained to defend himself. Not one week after the accident, Danny Phantom had vanished from Amity Park, along with the sole survivor of the "Nasty Accident", as the media had so cruelly dubbed.

They immediately moved him into the Guys In White laboratories in Amity Park. The five months he'd spent in captivity could only be described as torture. Five months without any contact with the outside world. Five months of excruciatingly painful experiments. Five months without changing back to human form. Five months without seeing the night sky. Five months thinking he would rather be dead. Five months… until he finally snapped.

Phantom had gone into an animalistic rage and demolished a section of the Guys in White base. He had unleashed his ghostly wail and sent the entire left wing crumbling into the ground. Phantom escaped to the dense forest on the outskirts of Amity Park long before they had a chance to recover and subdue him. He changed back to human form and invisibly returned to fenton works to retrieve some personal belongings and hightailed out of Amity Park as fast as he could to avoid being captured again, never looking back.

They had been searching for him since he escaped their headquarters Amity Park, and had been hunting him ever since. Phantom would have wished they would just leave him alone and go focus on capturing ghosts that actually have malicious intent, but that would mean someone else would have to suffer in his place. Someone would have to be sacrificed so he could be free. Phantom couldn't bear the thought of that happening. No, Phantom would rather die than become like him.

Phantom struggled to keep his eyes open. One moment he was blearily staring ahead at the bright stars shining in a dark night sky, next moment he was watching as the ground rapidly came up towards him. In a panicked attempt to stop his free fall, Phantom tried to curve his descent and tumbled to the ground rather than smashing into it face first. He rolled to a stop beside some roadside shrubs, groaning in pain. Bruised and completely spent, Phantom finally passed out, transforming back into Fenton.

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Meanwhile, in San Fransokyo…

Sergeant Gerson had received strange reports before. Some kid with messy black hair and a strange white balloon man had tried to report a man in a kabuki mask attacking them with an army of miniature robots before running off without giving a name. What's even weirder is that that turned out to be real after all. He had been in charge of all the paperwork from the incident at the opening, or rather demolition, of the new Krei Tech building. That was one big mess to clean up. Maybe if he had taken the kid a little more seriously, things wouldn't have ended so badly.

So when a hysterical man barges into the main entrance of the San Fransokyo Police Department frantically trying to explain a glowing blue man in overalls—yes, a blue skinned man not clothes—breaking into a warehouse by the bay, Sergeant Gerson decides to dispatch a couple of officers to investigate.

According to the man the thief didn't just pick the lock and enter. He floated right through the brick wall of the warehouse.

The two police officers approach warehouse six, quite prepared to find absolutely nothing or some childish prank. Seriously? Blue skin? Floating? It's probably all just smoke, mirrors, a bucket of body paint and a lot of trouble and inconvenience for everyone involved. The chief of police must be losing his marbles if he wants them to investigate this.

The two officers venture deeper into the warehouse, although exasperated at being assigned the investigation cautious that it may be a trap.

Out of the blue, the power is cut and the warehouse lights flicker off. The officers are only more convinced that this is all just an elaborate hoax, hoping they can just arrest the guy and head back home already. They pull out flashlights and continue their search.

A crate tumbles off one of the many piles around, spilling its fragile porcelain contents onto the floor with a loud crash. Both officers spin around to look, guns at ready.

The officers silently approach the fallen crate, inspecting it for clues. Trying to find any hint of the "blue floating man".

A short blue skinned man dressed in overalls rises from the ground beneath the officers, passing through both officers as though they weren't even there, leaving a cold chill running down the officers spines. Maybe this really isn't a hoax.

"Beware! I am the Box Ghost! I have control over all containers cardboard and square." a nasal male voice calls out.

The jumpy officers train their guns on the creepy floating man.

"Put your hands in the air! You're under arrest for trespassing!" One of the officers calls out.

"Ha! As if you could catch me! You don't even have the ghost child's cylindrical container!" A few crates gains an eerie green glow and levitates off the ground Tremble before the might of the box ghost as you are devoured by uh…" the box ghost pauses reading the side of one of the boxes, "oh yeah... costumes and props from the Broadway classic, Wicked! Beware!" he yells, before pelting the officers with boxes. Unable to dodge in time, the officers are bombarded with the boxes of props.

"Haha! You are no match for the Box Ghost!" the box ghost proclaimed before flying off.

The officers emerge from the pile of props dressed up like Elphaba and Glinda.

"What just happened?" the first officer asked after a short pause.

"A blue man just levitated boxes and threw them at us." the second officer answered.

They sat there, confused, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. One thing was for sure though: this has got to be the strangest investigation ever.

A/N Sorry the English is shitty. I'll try to change the writing style in the next chapter… review if you like it? maybe?