I came up with this idear here like 5 months ago, now am just writing it. I kinda just kept it tucked away in my mind. Now it is born. Well killed, I guess. This idear here I got from a one-shot I wrote a while back. Which will be used, most likely. Enjoy! BTW! will be in alphabetical on the charter thingy.
Disclaimer: Don't own Danny Phantom.
Note: if the charters are already dead this will be their death and first time in the Ghost Zone.
Short little drabbles, not really considered one-shots.
Death Date
Chapter 1: Clockwork.
He wasn't always called Clockwork, it was a nick name. Maybe because all the years he lived, or maybe because he kept the Church clock, he never really knew, but it stuck. He walked down the numerous flights of stairs.
He was dieing and every step seemed like a battle, but it was all he had now. His wife and kids death was very untimely. He had 3 kids, triplets. His wife died in child birth and the children where very ill and didn't make it past 3 weeks. And with the cancer spreading, he knew his time was short and the church was all he had.
When he got towards the end or the numerous steps his memories started to flow and his imagination got the best of him. He entered the chapel as he always did, and sat in one of the pews more towards the back. He slowly closed his eyes and began to slowly relive his life.
His wife was in the kitchen feeling her enlarged stomach. Clockwork walked in a smile painted on his face at the site placed before him.
"When is it gonna come out?" He asked as his wife, Darla, spun around wrapping her arms around him.
"They will when there ready." She said pulling him into a kiss.
He pulled away. "They?"
"Yes, they I wanted to tell you sooner. Your just so busy all the time, Jerry, Dear." She said sifting through the mail.
She pulled out the ultra sound, showing 3 blurred little bodies. "That's great, just, they are 2 weeks over due. Ya, know at the library that a dollar forty." he said giggling at the little joke he made. Making his wife laugh too.
Those where the days. He though pulling away from this thoughts, to stare at the clock bestowed upon the wall. It read 6:05 P.M.
"I have time." he said returning to his memories, to a better time, or as it seemed. In the act of letting his imagination run a bad memory wiggled it's way into his head.
The emergency room lights had a reddish orange tint to them making it spookier than normal.
He heard the sheiks of pain coming from the last room on the left and judging from the time of night and the health of the town, an instinct told him it was his wife. He hurried down the hallway.
The screams grew louder, and louder. Then stopped. Instead of the screams it was 3 extremely soft weak cries. Then silence.
He finally he reached the room, 3 babies, 3 doctors, and his wife in the small room.
"Take them to incentive care." one of the doctor said to the others.
"Whats happening?" He asked as doctors flew past him. "Where's my wife?" He asked.
Just then everything when black. He returned to reality and everything was as is.
He glanced at the clock. 10:35 it read. How did I let the time get away from me? He asked himself.
He lifted himself from the pew and escorted himself out of the church.
Clockwork walked down the dimly lit walkway. Until he made his way to ruble. Were the house once stood. Now he had no where to go.
We walked to the park and sat on the bench near the playground. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and hoped his subconscious would take him away from his nightmare.
Clockwork awoke on a floating rock, in what seemed like a swirling never ending vortex.
"Where am I?" He asked looking at the clothes that adorned his body. The tail that shift, as his body did. As this was happening little did he know he was rising towards a purple castle cemented on a rock.
He knocked on the door. "Why, Clockwork, where have you been?" a one eyed being asked.
"My name is Jerry, Jerry Fenton, Clockwork is my nickname," He said, "I was sleeping at the Park, Where am I?" He asked.
"Well I see. No pun intended." The one eyed creature said. "Let me explain."
"Please do." He said Turning his head staring at each and every clock.
"There is a cycle, which happens to be in the Fenton family, only known by ghosts. That ever 10 generations. A gifted person, as your self..." The observant said as Clockwork interrupted.
"How am I gifted?" he asked doubting himself.
"Your ability, to recall everything. Now as I was saying. A gifted person as yourself that was dealt misfortune in there life, as yourself. Is choose, to become the father of time."
"I thought that was just a myth." He said confessing.
"Well it's not, cause you are the father of time."
So whatcha think. Don't forget to review. Next: Dan Phantom or Dani.
I'm debating. Should I do Dan Phantom, if I did how would that work. Idk. BTW. Your input is needed and not just for what color the drapes should be. If you have any Ideas Comment of Private Message(PMs) me.
Cracks me up every time!
