Dipping my toes into another one of my interests ^^

So, basically, in this, Phantom Planet never happened, and this is a bit after D-Stabilized

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Escape

He drifted through the air, not bothering with paying attention to the direction he was going. He knew the Ghost Zone like the back of his hand. Grimacing as he watched the usual green backdrop of his home darken to black, he picked up speed and zipped forward.

Something was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Reaching his destination, he tilted his head to view the damage. This wasn't good. With the amount of manage, he could break free anytime. He would return to wreak havoc.

"You are late."

"I never wanted to come to begin with," he replied angrily. "What happened here?"

"We warned you," the Observants replied. "We told you to watch the future carefully, and yet this happens."

"Yes, yes, this is all my fault, happy?" the bearded old man replied, floating closer to view the extent of the damage to the chains. Several had fallen and corroded away, weakening the seal that kept him inside. "Now, will one of you floating eyeballs tell me. What. Happened."

Looking slightly offended (or as offended as a giant eyeball could look), one of the Observants lifted a clawed hand and pointed to the air. "Your carelessness has led us disaster."

An image, almost like a mirage, shimmered into view. He could see flames, white flames. A familiar evil cackle rang through the image as several powerful ectoplasmic blasts smashed against the chains. A giant crack echoed through the dark skies before seven bright lights streaked through, lighting up the dark skies. The seven lights danced around, gleefully cackling, then turned and streaked away into the Ghost Zone. The image cut off with a pair of blood red eyes, staring at him, goading him to try to fix things this time.

"How could you let him escape?" the other Observant fumed. "Your task was to watch him, keep him from causing more harm. And now he's doomed us all."

The baby did not reply. He was deep in his chaotic thoughts. He hadn't seen this happen. He saw everything, but did not see the most dangerous ghost of the Ghost Zone escape. And he especially didn't see him do something as stupid as this.

"Fix it," the Observant that showed the mirage demanded. "As we have stated before, we simply observe."

"And I do all the dirty work," the baby finished sourly. "I need to tell the boy."

"Do what you must," the Observants said together. "However, if you fail to contain this situation, it will mean the end of worlds, ours and the human's." With that, they shimmered and disappeared.

"Thank you for that happy note," he muttered after they left. Drifting closer to the wreckage, he examined the blast marks on the gate. Why didn't I see it? he wondered. He was careful to watch the thermos carefully, make sure that with each passing day, that he didn't escape. Although the metal had been severely dented from all the attempts, he was still contained. There was no way he could have escaped.

Unless somebody let him out.

Sighing, the old man teleported himself back to his lair. He would worry about betrayal later. Right now, he had worse things to worry about.

Thanks to Dan, the seal was extremely weak. Weak enough that seven of the smaller contained ghosts managed to escape. Thankfully, he hadn't escaped, but if the seal weakened anymore, it could happen any day now.

He hated this feeling. The feeling of being out of control. He, the Master of Time, should know the outcome of every event, every decision, every choice. Yet, Dan had somehow managed to slip out from his grasps and not only completely rearranged the future outcomes, but also kept him from seeing any of it. As of now, he couldn't tell what would happen, if he would escape and reign terror on the worlds, or if someone would stop this tragedy.

Of course, he already had that "someone" in mind. The boy was young, but he was the only hope they had. Half human, half ghost, one foot in each world. If anyone could stop the bleak future from occurring, it would be him.

But even then, he had his doubts. After all, the child was just a fifteen-year-old boy, still figuring out his powers and his identity with each passing day. And if he really got out…

Clockwork felt something he had not felt in a long time. Fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of not knowing. Fear of not being able to see the outcomes.

Sighing, he waved his staff, creating a portal to the other world. Time to drop the boy a visit.

As a celebration for recently getting back into one of my favorite childhood cartoons (heartbreaking that they ended it TvT), I decided to try out a story for it~

Review with what you think~ If you have any ideas with what you think I can add to make it better or more interesting, go ahead and include that if you'd like. Feedback is greatly appreciated ^^