A/N ~ As of June 12th, 2018, this chapter has been edited!
Disclaimer! ~ I own neither Hellsing nor Danny Phantom. The rights of each series belong to Kohta Hirano and Butch Hartman respectively.
A lone figure in a cloak walked down a deserted street. The person sighed as they came to a stop, seeing ruins of what seemed to have been a restaurant come into his peripheral view. Pulling down the hood of their light, black cloak, the figure revealed themselves to be a young male with pale skin, long, pitch-black hair and cold, glacial blue eyes. The boy's lips, as pale as the rest of his skin, twitched downwards then curled up upon glimpsing a golden shimmer in his eyes thanks to the newly rising sun. Walking over to the gold glimmer of light, dancing around marks of long-dried blood as he did so, he recognized the shining item. Picking up the object, a small golden ring that turned silver the moment he touched its surface, and holding it up to properly look at it, he let warmth flood his eyes.
"Happy now," an echoing, disembodied voice asked.
"Yes, immensely so," the boy answered as he turned around, his dark bangs waving in his face.
"There wasn't anything you could have done, you know that." A spectral man, the owner of the echoing voice, informed as he stepped through a blue portal. "This is an empty world now, you are the only one left on this desolate planet, have been for over two hundred years. There are two choices that you can pick from; one: stay here, alone until the human race can come into existence once more, something that won't happen for another couple of millenia, or two: going to another world in the hope of finding a new home."
The boy questioned him curiously, looking into his completely red eyes, "Why not back in time?"
The specter sighed, having hoped that the boy wouldn't ask that question, "You'd see them again, but they wouldn't be the same people that you once knew. They wouldn't know the secrets that you had shared, they wouldn't have any of the experience that the versions of them that you knew had. It would be like looking at strangers the held your friend's faces, but none of the memories that came with those faces. It would not be wise for you to put yourself in that situation. It would cause you more harm than good. After hearing my words, do you truly wish to go back, back to the beginning of your suffering?"
The tired boy looked away, his skin paling further from a light tan to a creamy white in the rays of the morning sun.
"No, I'll go to a new world, Clockwork. I suppose this will be the last I'll ever see of you?" the pale boy replied exhaustedly.
The spectral form stepped into the sunlight next to the boy, showing his appearance. His skin, a light greenish-blue, was seen only on his bare hands and the bottom half of his face that wasn't covered by the hood of his dark purple cloak. Tufts of silver hair could be seen under the shadowed hood along with a tattoo-like scar running down from his left eye to his jawline. His cloak, clipped together at his left collar bone, was open and letting his chest be seen. His chest, the most unusual part about him, was a window displaying insides that would normally be viewed in a grandfather clock. The boy looked at the ghost with a pained smile. Clockwork knew him so well, knew that he'd do anything to keep his loved ones safe from harm, even after nearly a millennia gone by. However, from the tone he'd taken, nothing good would happen if he went back in time to save them.
"You know things would only get worse, Daniel. They would notice your change in behavior, the look in your eyes, and question you about them. You'd separate yourself from them; hoping to keep them safe that way, but you'd only lose yourself in misery," the time ghost explained.
Daniel turned back to the sunrise, nodding his head slowly.
"Clockwork, would the Infi-map happen to be able to take me to another world? I know that it can take people to different time frames, but what of other dimensions?" Daniel whispered softly.
Clockwork smiled, happy to know that the boy hadn't lost his touch and was still spot-on with his guesses, "Yes, the Infi-map can do so, and it is the object that I was about to suggest that you use. You already know where it is; you were the one to hide it after the land of Far Frozen went up in flames three-fourths of the way through the Halfa War. I recall that you hid it, along with the rest of all the ghostly artifacts, somewhere that only you could get to. Anyway, once you retrieve the map, just as you would request it to bring you to your desired time, you'll ask for a different world. If you don't describe what world you wish to go to, you will receive a portal to a random world. If you are specific with what kind of world you want to go to, a portal to a world that fits your description, loosely or exactly, shall appear," Clockwork concurred with confidence.
"You said before that you can't see my future anymore, after I became King of the Ghost Zone. You told me that being king had nothing to do with whether or not you could see my future because you hadn't had any problems viewing the pasts and futures of previous rulers. Because I'm going to another world, that makes you unable to see the outcomes of my potential futures. You're tied to this world, which means that you can't see into other dimensions. The other worlds aren't yours to look over, why look over them when they have time lords of their own and you have enough work on your plate as it is?" Daniel thought out loud, his gaze set on the extravagant picture of the sun in front of him.
"You are correct, Masters of Time are forbidden to watch timelines that are not their own. This, of course, is to prevent the interference of others who do not know the timeline in question as well as the Time Master of that dimension. Interference from other worlds can be very dangerous. People who aren't Time Lords can come and go as they please, not knowing much of the timeline nor interferring with it, but Lords of Time themselves cannot leave their worlds. Should a Master of Time leave their post for too long, they could potentially miss something vital to the flow of their timeline, which would in turn throw their world into Chaos," Clockwork agreed gravely as he turned from the boy and the gorgeous sunrise that didn't fit their goodbye, but rather Daniel's new found hope after living such a long, lonely life.
Tilting his staff into the air in front of him, the blue portal from earlier appeared, looking vaguely like a clock face.
Turning his back to his portal, Clockwork raised his right hand and ruffled Daniel's hair playfully, "This is our last goodbye, Daniel, we won't be seeing each other ever again. It is with great pain that I leave you now, my dear boy. I pray that you land in a peaceful world," he said gently to the raven-haired boy facing the sun.
Batting the slim fingers away just as playfully after leaning into them, Daniel replied, "It has been nearly a millennia since I was born Clockwork, one would think that you be calling me Danny, my preferred name, after, at longest, a year. Yet here we are, on my nine-hundred, fifty-seventh birthday and you're still using my birth name."
"Someone has to aggravate you, at least a little bit, or you'll get bored," Clockwork smirked as he stepped away and turned back to his portal and leaving with one last piece of advice, "Take it from someone who's been around as long as the concept of time has, fill your existence with as many people as possible. Fill it with people you can tolerate the most."
Standing up and lifting his right arm to the height of his chest, he twisted his wrist like he would a key in a door. A bright, neon green portal ripped into existence as he let his limb fall to his side. Walking through the portal; he was met by a limitless expanse of swirling green, purple and black. Littered through the space were floating islands of grey rock and dark violet doors of all kinds. Though all of this was seen, not a single other entity was in sight. Danny flew through the silent dimension, breaking the sound barrier. He didn't want to see the emptiness of the soundless world that once overflowed with noise. Purple and Black soon faded to white and snow began to fall. Snowdrifts exploded as Danny plowed through them faster than a bullet through a stack of pillows.
Danny came to a stop at an enormous glacier, passing the burnt village of the Far Frozen Yetis. If a person squinted, a vague picture of a scroll could be viewed on the surface of the whitened ice, different pictures of other objects could also be seen at various other points. Touching the glacier lightly, Danny slowly brushed off the snow that covered the picture. Once cleared of snow, the formerly faded picture was now crisp and bright. The ice then melted, creating a cavity in the glacier and revealing the actual scroll.
Gently plucking the scroll out of the watermelon sized hole, Danny unfurled it carefully and gazed at the blank paper. There weren't any images on the Infi-map. He had to request a destination before anything appeared on the blank map. Thinking deeply, Danny sat down with his back against the base of the glacier, his legs spread out in front of him. He sat there for what could have been seconds or hours, staring at the imageless scroll in thought.
Finally standing up, he murmured into the barren tundra, "Take me to a world where I can meet someone similar to myself, a world in which I won't be the only monster."
The Infi-map shined a bright blood red as symbols popped upon the unrolled scroll. While there were familiar landmarks on the map, Danny looked at only two. The arrow that represented himself and the scarlet dot that stood for the portal to the world that was to be his new home. Taking off like a rocket; he zoomed eastward in the direction of the portal. Passing through the thick air so fast that colors blurred and ran together. Checking the map as he came to a stop in front of a dark carmine colored rip, Danny rolled the Infi-map up and placed it in a large satchel that was hidden by his cloak.
This was the gateway he was looking for. Not one to be unprepared; letting familiar, cold rings wash over his body, starting above his head and below his feet, Danny changed into his ghostly persona. Gone was the hazmat suit he had donned during his first years as a hero, in its place was something more modest.
Now, he was adorned in loose, but not baggy, pants with red accents reminiscent of crosses that covered his shins. His torso bore a black, long sleeved dress shirt and his shoulders were covered with a long, smooth, scarlet scarf that fell to his ankles, decorated with a single silver cross pin at the ends of each. His satchel, now in full view, was a dark red with his symbol on the flap in black. Then, on his feet were dark grey steel-toed combat boots with carmine laces. On his neck and hips were a crimson choker and belt. Hanging from a silver chain, dangling from his left hip, were the ring that he picked up in the ruins of the deserted restaurant and a silver circlet with three turquoise gems, one at the center and one on each side. What topped his outfit off were the steel grey leather straps across his chest and thighs, carrying a small assortment of silver knives and guns, each packed to the hilt with silver bullets.
Stealing a quick breath, Danny grumbled, "Well, hopefully there will be at least some sort of entertainment, instead of the drab desert covering Earth in this world," with a determined chilling glare, Danny disappeared through the inter-dimensional rip.
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