Disclaimer: I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-


This is exactly why I shouldn't be allowed to read fanfictions sometimes.

I know I probably shouldn't have, but I saw that this was up for adoption and simply had to! It was a great idea! All credit is towards the original owner, HalfafanD! The first two chapters is mostly what they've already had up with a few changes. Hopefully I will do as good of a job!

Updates might be a little slow...

-winces at long list of fanfictions that are not complete-

Note: The invention is supposed to wipe out their minds of all bad thoughts and is from a fanfiction called the Magic Magician, but I've honestly never read it. But it's not a sequel or anything, but just keep in mind that it's where the weapon is from.

Also note: I changed Danny's age. D: I like making him 15-16 in my fanfictions.


Jack pressed harder on the gas petal, keeping his eyes peeled for the ghost boy. He had been itching to test the weapon out ever since Maddie declared it finished. Unfortunately, she reminded him that they still were parents. Jack needed to clean the lab up (a chore Danny forgot to do and simply could not be put off any longer), and Maddie needed to do the dishes (since Danny had not done it) before starting dinner.

But luck was on his side. Danny had come home soon afterwards, exhausted. After a scolding from his mom, she told him to help do the dishes and then he could get started on the lab, freeing Jack from the responsibility. He grabbed the Fenton Mind Sweep, kissed his wife goodbye and promised to be back at six-thirty sharp.

He jumped in his seat, giddy. If their theory was correct, the gadget should completely wipe the ghost's mind of any bad thoughts, rendering them completely harmless.

"Beep, beep! Beep, beep!" The radar alarm ran throughout the Ghost Assault Vehicle. And Jack knew exactly what that alarm was for. He slammed on the brakes to hit the gas as he zoomed throughout Amity Park while maybe running a few lights.

The ghost radar was picking up ecto activity in the park, so that was where Jack was heading. He pulled up toward the gate and jumped out of the GAV.H grabbed the Fenton Mind Sweep and a few other assorted weapons before rushing into the park. It wasn't hard to find Phantom, fighting a metal ghost with green fire for hair. He believed Phantom called him Skulker, but he wasn't sure.

Phantom shot a few ecto-blasts at Skulker, and Skulker's suit fired rockets from his shoulders. Skulker laughed as Phantom frantically dodged and turned intangible, only to have two hit him, in his leg his chest. He stumbled backwards, apparently taking notice of Jack.

"Da-Jack! Get out of here!" he called, forming a dome-like shield against a few purple lasers. "It's too dangerous!"

"Forget it, spook! You're not fooling me one bit!" Jack announced, firing his bazooka at the two. Phantom winced, and Skulker laughed at the human hunter as the blast hit the tree nearly six feet away from either ghost. Jack felt himself flush lightly at Skulker's laugh before getting angry. Nobody laughs at Jack Fenton! Especially not a ghost! "Eat Fenton Mind Sweep, Ghost!"

Skulker stopped laughing, quickly moving out of the way. Phantom's eyes went wide, moving too late. The blast hit its intended target, and Phantom fell to the ground. He began to squirm and scream, a scream that chilled Jack to the bone.

All of Phantom's memories flashed before him. His first day of school. Meeting Tucker. The annual family picnic at his elementary school, where his parents blew up their hamburgers (the school didn't have an annual picnic anymore after that). Getting beat up by Dash. Entering high school. Gaining his ghost powers. His first date with Paulina. Jazz finding out. Dancing with Sam. The Dumpty Humpty concert. Learning how to finally duplicate after months of trying, hell the first time he discovered any new power. Discovering that Sam and him had the same dream. The memories all flashed before him, reminding him before flushing completely away and disappearing from his mind.

Suddenly, he laid still on the ground, and Jack ran up to him, ecto-gun in hand just in case. Phantom sat up, his back to Jack as he put his hands on his head, groaning in pain.

"Phantom?" Jack spoke in an attempt to get the ghost teen's attention. Phantom jumped, surprised, before turning towards Jack. He gave him a curious look, tilting his head to one side.

"Who's Phantom?"

"What do you mean?" Jack asked back, staring back at him with wide eyes. Is he trying to trick me?

"Well, you mentioned a name, Phantom," the ghost boy explained, tilting his head further. "Who's Phantom?"

Jack's eyes widened further. The Fenton Mind Sweep didn't just make him forget he was an evil ghost! it completely wiped his memory!

"This is bad," Jack found himself saying before mentally smacking himself. How is this bad? The invention worked! He glanced at Phantom, who was staring at his surroundings, half-confused and half-delighted curiosity. Well, Phantom doesn't remember anything. I guess its a little bad, but only for him. But this is so cool! The invention worked! I gotta show Maddie!

"So, who are you?" Phantom finally asked, turning his attention back to the hunter in front of him.

"I gotta tell Maddie that it worked!" Jack shouted excitedly, startling the ghost.

"Wait! Who's-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. Jack flung him over his shoulder, running to the GAV.


Skulker grinned.

"So...the ghost child lost his memories, aye? Thanks to the human hunter," he chuckled. "I think this is one of those things that Plasmius would just love to hear.

Skulker took off to the skies, grinning madly.


Jack cheerfully pulled into his driveway. Phantom looked a little pale and grin. The elder moved quickly, going to the other side to grab Phantom. He instead grabbed his wrist this time, dragging him out of the GAV, and he burst into the house dramatically. He ran into the living room, calling out for his wife.

"Maddie! Maddie! I caught a ghost!" Jack called out, bouncing.

Phantom put his other hand on his stomach, feeling a bit queezy and tired from the suddenly rush of madness that happened within the last few minutes.

"Ummm… sir?" Phantom asked, not catching his name. Jack turned to the ghost. "Ummm… you don't mind if I sit down, do you? I'm not feeling that good." He asked politely.

Jack felt a small wave of guilt hit him. He just realized the actions he took. Instead of somewhat helping the ghost, he got wrapped up in the fact that he got Phantom and that his invention worked. Phantom just topped it all off by asking so politely. Jack nodded, letting go of him, and Phantom plopped on the couch behind them.

Maddie's voice can be heard from the kitchen. "You sure are home early. So did you catch anythi- Phantom!" She finished, walking into the living room and noticing Phantom on the couch who was completely out of breath.

"Seriously, who is this Phantom guy? Who are you? How's he? And why am I being dragged everywhere?" Phantom asked, leaning forwards in his seat, using hand gestures. He was starting to get irritated that no one was answering his questions.

Maddie quickly drew an ecto-gun out and aimed it at the ghost boy. "Don't play dumb with me ghost. Why are you here?" She asked disgusted.

"Maddie calm down! Phantom's no threat! The Fenton Mind Sweep wiped his memory! He doesn't remember us, his foes, not even who he is? Isn't that great?" Jack shouted in delight. Maddie hesitated before setting down the gun.

"Completely?" she asked.

"Completely." Jack replied.

Phantom just continued staring between the two, still confused.

"So where are Danny and Jazz? They have to see this." Jack wondered aloud.

"Well, I don't know Danny is. He went to clean the lab, but he seems to have vanished. But as for Jazz she's-

"Mom, Dad! What's going on down there?" Jazz shouted from upstairs.


Jazz was passing around her room anxiously. Where's Danny! If it was a ghost attack he would have called and asked me to cover for him. She gazed at her phone on her bed. I already called Tucker and Sam; they have no idea where he is either. Maybe he was kidnapped. Or maybe lost track of time and is just flying around the city enjoying the day- Her thoughts were interrupted by the shouts coming from downstairs.

"Mom, Dad! What's going on down there?" she shouted, irritated. She then came out her room and descended down the stairs only to gasp at what she saw.

For on the couch, sat her fifteen year old little brother in his ghost form, with a confused look