Hello all! ^^ So, another story from me. My other Danny Phantom fanfic was...well...crap. SO! I've started another fanfic. Hopefully this one is pretty damn good!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Danny Phantom, or anything about it besides my Clockwork cloak-in-the-making and clock. I just write these ideas down as an estranged fan. Thanks.


All the white haired man could see was blood. It coated the walls, floor, equipment, everything. The large steel door to the labs slammed open. Both police and government agents flooded into the entrance, bathing the room in light.

And with the light, they saw the horror. One man, in a terrified motion opened fire, his pistol making loud bangs as he pulled the trigger. It caused a chain reaction, and soon, all ten people opened fire.

Vlad clutched the 15-year-old boy tightly to him, crouched on the floor; he squeezed his eyes shut knowing that he was going to be shot to death.

" TIME OUT. " A deep commanding voice bellowed, a soft noise like a timer's bell resounded through the room, and…time stopped.

There was a flash of blue light, and an aged blue-skinned ghost hovered in the center of the room. The ghost's coursing red eyes, dimmed as he saw the scene around him.

The ghost of time sighed, once again, time was playing itself out and loving fate had ripped two lives apart. Clockwork floated over to the now frozen Vlad.

He conjured a medallion out of thin air, and draped it onto Vlad's shoulders. Vlad opened his eyes, the medallion's effect beginning immediately.

He looked up, shocked to see the bullets hanging in mid air. His ghost sense went off, a small string of red smoke clearing his lips. Vlad looked up to see the legendary ghost for the first time.

"…" He carefully breathed, as if he couldn't do anything else. Vlad looked back to the boy in his arms, his voice finally coming to him. "…Daniel." He spoke; his body began to shake softly.

His voice cracked, as a clear sob escaped his body. The only word that could clearly be heard was, "… Badger…" Clockwork placed a purple-gloved hand onto Vlad's shoulder.

Clockwork spoke, his voice held a fatherly tone to it. " There's nothing you can do. Come. I'll give you protection." Vlad looked at the ghost, taking in his appearance. Before spitting out, " Why should I? How do I know that you're not…THAT THING in disguise?"

Clockwork narrowed his eyes a fraction, a sign of clear annoyance. Clockwork thought for a moment…before coming up with the perfect answer. " If I was that ghost, I wouldn't be offering to help you and bury my charge now would I?"

Vlad gave the ghost an estranged look. Clockwork sighed, shifting to his child form. " I….am Clockwork, the master of time. Danny was my charge, I had been ordered to watch over him."

Vlad couldn't sense any form of lie from the ghost. But despite being weary, he stood up. Carefully taking the blood soaked body, and cradling it, he looked at the ghost. "…just…"

Clockwork nodded, understanding what this meant. He kept his hand on Vlad's shoulder, never once letting go; and they disappeared in a flash of brilliant blue light. The only sign of them being there was Clockwork's signature, " TIME IN."


Vlad couldn't believe his ears. This ghost, Clockwork was offering him a second chance? "Wha…" He began, Clockwork cutting him off by conjuring a mirror like smoke that showed a slightly younger Vlad Masters thinking.

His fist was clenched, and a burning hate was evident in his eyes. The Vlad watching winced. He hated watching himself. Clockwork had brought him back to a large castle surrounded by floating clocks of all shapes and sizes.

After his mind had finally taken in everything that had been done, he had mourned at first. But he collected himself and asked what Clockwork wanted.

Clockwork had smiled grimly. "I want you to become your past self." He explained plainly. Vlad was naturally very confused. How was that possible, even for a ghost?

Clockwork sighed, something that he had been doing a lot of lately it seemed. "You will be placed to sleep and your mind will become one with your other variants. Now, being a conscience won't be easy. But, if you act correctly you might be able to stop that other…phantom from even coming into existence."

Now THAT was a motivation, Vlad thought. Still, becoming his own conscience? That would be hard…he knew how thickheaded he was.

He nodded after some thought. Yes, he would do it. So, he spent the next while watching his own life. He could hardly believe what a…well, to be blunt. What an asshole he was.

And it only took 20 years to get that way. So, after Clockwork deemed him ready enough, he asked Vlad to simply close his eyes and breath. Vlad did so, and the next thing he knew he was waking up to a very loud and annoying alarm clock.


Vlad Masters…was irritable. No, not the Vlad Masters that had created a full ghost-monster, but the Vlad Masters that wanted revenge on a fat-idiot. Said Fat-idiot was coming to visit with his family.

Oh, goody-goody.

He was NOT looking forward to it. So, he began his typical regime of coffee, paper, and bagel. Only to drop said coffee when a sudden but still lightly silent voice rose up to volume in his head.

'Morning sunshine! Still eating those dough-balls?' What the hell? He thought back.

The voice calmed down somewhat. 'I'm your conscience, you idiot.' Conscience? Why in the hell did he need a conscience much less why did it pick TODAY to show up?

The voice sighed, murmuring something, 'Damn Clock loving…well. Let me put it this way. Something's going to give in you so help me GOD!'

Why? He thought back loosely. I mean…about the whole giving thing not the conscience thing. 'The Fentons.' It stated simply. Vlad felt himself roll his eyes.

The Fentons, he thought back sarcastically. There's no way on earth I'll ever change my mind about the Fentons forget it! 'If you hadn't already changed your mind I wouldn't be here now will I?'

Damn! He thought back, only to have the voice roar with laughter at him. And so, Vlad talked to his conscience telling it to shut up, until the Fentons had arrived.


He put his most winning smile on his face and opened the door. "Jack!" He exclaimed. "Vladdy!" Jack boomed in return hugging the life out of the thin man.

Even his conscience began hating on the man. 'What does he think he'll do crush us to death? And I HATE THAT DAMN NICKNAME!' Vlad agreed with the voice wholeheartedly.

Then Vlad noticed Maddie. He sighed mentally, and the voice spoke up yet again. 'Stop looking at her you twit!' Vlad winced from how loud the voice yelled.

After he had greeted Jack and Maddie he began greeting Jasmine. She was polite but snobbish, per normal. The he turned his haze to the back, where Daniel Fenton stood.

The voice grew completely silent. What's the matter with you? He thought lightly, all the while greeting the boy. His conscience reminded silent, despite his prodding.

And so, with the voice silent he let them into the mansion, giving Daniel a smirk when he gave Vlad a particularly bad look.


It had been a long day and Vlad Masters was exhausted. A full day of Jack Fenton. He was ready to rip his hair out. But, he relaxed sinking into his mattress gratefully. He fell asleep with thoughts of his next plan flowing through his mind.


Vlad opened his blue eyes only to stare in a mix of horror and disgust. Blood. It coated EVERYTHING!

Some of the blood was obviously a ghost's, the soft glowing green liquid stood out starkly against the streets and human blood. As he gazed about some more he realized that this was Amity Park.

The normal sign that held the words, 'Amity Park the happiest place on earth' was shattered and torn, pieces of wood and metal scattered the ground.

All in all, the town looked as though a hurricane had passed through. He continued walking; thinking that despite it being an odd dream it wasn't that terrifying.

Until he came face to face with the ghost and it's hunter, who seemed to be causing the destruction.

It had flaming hair, a distorted shade of white. Coursing red eyes, filled with an extreme hatred. His laughter rung loudly, even nearly blocking out the screams of people somewhere nearby.

He jumped backward, nearly losing his balance as a woman in red was hurled right where he had been standing.

She scrambled back up hate filled her eyes. After a few moments he recognized her face. "Miss Grey?" She roared angrily, charging toward the ghost.

She unhooked some weapon from her back and readied it as she ran. She acted as though she had fought like this before. Her form was perfect, actions sharp, and her eyes never left her opponent.

But she looked older, around 10 maybe 15 years older. Vlad was confused, but watched the battle with fascination nonetheless.

The two danced back and forth hurling weapons and blast of ectoplasm. Before the ghost finally disappeared. She then began to show weakness.

Valerie Grey fell to her knees in exhaustion. The look in her eyes was nothing short of terrified.

Her voice cracked as she stared at the place the ghost had been. "What happened to you?" Vlad himself gathered Ectoplasm in his right hand as a voice echoed from behind him.

"Why don't you ask Vlad?" He whirled around as Valerie gasped. He gawked at the close proximity the ghost had gotten without his sense going off.

Valerie growled angrily. "What does he have to do with you?" The ghost smiled. His fangs glittering in the light cast from a fire somewhere in the distance.

"Why…everything, my dear Valerie." She snapped back at him, "Stop blaming anyone you used to know you monster!" He chuckled at her.

"Poor, poor Valerie. You'll never really understand. Of coarse you can blame yourself as well." Her face crumpled as she fell into tears, collapsing on the ground.

The ghost then moved to turn around, his cape falling back behind his shoulders. And Vlad couldn't stop from noticing the familiar DP insignia on his chest.


Vlad woke coated in sweat. What kind of nightmare was that? Daniel going on a frenzy? No, that wasn't possible. The voice of his conscience, softly spoke. It sounded like it was half gulping for air as well.

'God…that was ugh…' He felt himself nod in agreement. Vlad then washed his face with some cold water, and went back to bed hoping that he could get some rest.


Alrighty! That's the first chapter! I hope you all enjoyed and remember to R & R!