a quick author's note: hello, this is a working project i've been working on for quite some time. it was inspired by this danny phantom fan-webcomic that sadly never got updated.

tbh, this was just something during "phannimay", this themed- fandom thing phans were doing on tumblr. i wasn't going to turn it into some chapter-story but people really liked it so i just kept going at it.

on tumblr, i call it the "rebirth!au", but here it will be called "time's end", until i think up a better title. unless you guys like that title.

anyway! please read and enjoy, and tell me what you think of it!

The vast emptiness of blackness and stars was going to drive Vlad to madness. Although, he has already achieved madness so is it possible to go even more mad? He has no home now, no friends, nothing. He, himself, is now nothing.

Loneliness is now his companion once again, and dreaded silence of space along with it. Now a broken man, Vlad showed no shame in breaking down into anguished tears. He screamed first, going as loud as he can for there was no one to shut him up.

He cursed Daniel, he cursed Jack, he even cursed Maddie, but soon he started cursing himself. For being a fool, an idiot. Falling to his knees, he sobbed.

"I just want..." He said to himself through the blobbed tears.

"Another chance?"

He quickly turned and saw Clockwork before him. The wise old ghost floated near to him, extended his hand and wiped away the floating tears off Vlad's face. Clockwork smiled at him, a little pleased to see the shocked look on Vlad's face.

"I can help you, Vladimir. I regret not helping you before, for I could of prevented this fate for you. Though, I can only help you halfway. You must choose the right path or you will end up in this state again. Cold, alone and afraid. Do you understand?" Clockwork said, staring down at the broken half-ghost.

"Yes," Vlad whispered, "Yes, please. I'll do anything. Anything."

"Good. Now please relax and close your eyes." Clockwork commanded.

Vlad nodded and did what he was told to do. He shut his eyes, breathing nervously. He felt the gentle hands of Clockwork's brushing against his face and eyes. He relaxed under the soft touches, his breathing becoming slower.

Clockwork hovered close to him, his lips against Vlad's ear. It felt like a kiss to Vlad but he was now in a daze. The last thing he heard was Clockwork's dark whisper in his ear.

"Redo."

His eyes opened wide and he sat up abruptly, panting and sweating. He blinked, rubbing his eyes and looked around. He was in a bedroom. His bedroom...? A few posters of rock bands, a bookshelf filled with novels, textbooks and comic books. A t.v. set with a video game system hooked up to it. A football with an autograph on it on a cheap plastic pedestal.

"Vince! Wake up, dinner's almost ready!"

"No kid, stay up there! Your mom's trying new veggie recipes again!"

"Tucker! Honestly!"

"What? I'm just trying to save your poor kid's stomach, Sam!"

Vince? Oh right, that's his name. Crawling out of bed, he slipped on the slippers by his desk. He looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror hanging by his door. Blue eyes, long black hair with a strange white streak running in the middle. He touched his chin, bewildered. Didn't he have a...? No, he's trying to grow one but his mother keeps making him shave.

Dressed in a set of sweats with a t-shirt of the logo of the Green Packers, his favorite football team, he existed his bedroom and went down the stairs. He was greeted by two adults he knew all his life.

His mother, Samantha and her boyfriend, who will eventually become his father, Tucker, a young black man with a funny sense of humor. Sam smiled at him and ruffled his hair.

"Hey there. You've been asleep for an awful long time. Are you okay? You're not sick, are you?" She asked.

"He looks fine, Sam. You know teenagers. They can sleep through the whole day with no worries." Tucker said with a smirk.

Sam checked his forehead anyway, always being the worried mother. "You do feel a little warm and sweaty..."

"I'm, I'm fine..." Vince said softly, almost surprised by his own voice. "I just had, a weird dream, that's all."

"Oh? What kind of dream?" Sam asked.

"Um, I think I was in space. And I was stuck there...and it sucked." Vince said, looking worried.

Sam and Tucker glanced at each other, confused. Tucker gave Vince a pat on the back, smiling. "Hey, it was just a dream, kiddo. Maybe you ate something weird before you took your nap. That used to happen to me a lot back when I was your age."

"If it'll make you feel better, we can look it up in my dream dictionary later, sweetie." Sam said and placed a kiss on top of Vince's head.

"That stuff is just a load of crap, Sam. It was just a weird dream." Tucker said, rolling his eyes.

Sam frowned and gave her boyfriend a smack on the arm. "Now go wash up for dinner. I made eggplants with rice and spinach." Sam said as she walked back to the kitchen.

Tucker gave Vince a nudge and whispered, "Don't worry, I got us hot dogs we can eat later." He winked at him and followed Sam to the kitchen.

Vince saw the two share a kiss and he went to sit by the table. It was set for all of them but he noticed something. An extra plate.

"M-Mom?" He called out, for some reason feeling weird for calling her that.

"Yes, Vince?" Sam called back.

"Is someone else coming for dinner?" Vince asked.

"Yeah, an old friend me and Tucker knew back in high school. I told you this morning, Vince. Don't you remember?"

Vince stared at the extra plate and felt a twist in his gut. A bad feeling but yet exciting at the same time. A flash went off in his head. Two figures...fighting each other? One young and one old...?

Vince shook his head, running his hand through his hair. He stared at the extra plate once more. He just knew something bad was going to happen.