Bow to the Prince
Summary: A teenage boy who loves Villain's, dies and finds himself in Danny Phantoms world. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and gets mistaken as the latest ghost wreaking havoc on the town. He finds that dying maybe the best thing that has ever happened to him.
I do not own Danny Phantom.
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"I want to be Justice Man" Said, one kid playing, in a circle with his friends.
"I want to be the Villain who is up against Justice man" Said, a boy with curly bright brown hair, from his looks you can tell that he had foreigner's blood in him.
"What, again?" Said, another kid. "You're the Villain all the time!"
"That's because Villains are awesome" boosted the boy, getting the others to look at him weirdly. "Villains can do whatever they want and be whoever they want. Do you know what type I like the best? It's the cool and collected type. When they make a move, it's always so cool!"
"But don't they just get defeated by the super heroes in the end? What cool about that?" Said, another boy. "Superhero's are much cooler."
"No villains are!" Said, the boy. "The Villains work really hard just to make the superhero look cool."
"Weirdo" Said, another kid.
#End of dream#
16 year old, Victor gloom, woke up as if he had just had a nightmare.
"VICTOR! IT'S MOM! OPEN UP!" Said, his mother desperate voice.
What was he doing again?
That's right.
He was going to kill himself.
He hated the world he was born into.
He hated that his parents were trying to hammer into him that he should always be the a 'good person'.
Well, he wasn't a good person.
That's why his parents did not want him to show everybody how truly messed up he was.
They put him on a tight leash and if he did anything bad, they would make sure that he apologised the very next day.
They were trying to mould him into something he was not.
And instead of just admitting that he scared them sometimes and send him off to a physiologist, they pretended that it wasn't even there.
There was only so much he could take before he snapped.
The pressure was too much and he was at the end of his rope.
If he couldn't live in this world as himself then what was the point in living?
What was the point of being a good person?
Being a good person means that he would receive a well-paying job, get married and then eventually have kid's.
So boring.
Maybe, other people were satirised with that, but he was not.
He wanted to do something more and be able to do what the hell he wanted.
He opened the window in his bedroom.
His family lived in a high-class apartment complex, his room was on the 7th floor so it was pretty high up.
The door began to break, it seems his mother had gotten somebody to break the down since bolted it shut.
Victor went right to the window and sat on the edges.
The door came down and his mother froze, behind her was his father and two other men.
They all saw him on the ledge.
However, before anybody could say anything to try and get him off it, he pushed himself forward, releasing his hands and allowed his body to plunge down into the streets below.
His mother screams and his father yell, was right behind him but he didn't care.
He did even feel anything as his body crashed into somebody's expensive car.
He died on impact.
.
.
.
Or did he?
Victor blinked at his suddenly surroundings, he found himself in a school cafeteria and in front of him was green blob like thing.
The blob escaped.
Just then three teenagers, who looked to be in their first year of high school busted through the double doors.
One dark skinned kid, with glasses, a bean hat on his head and a little bit of fascial hair on his chin held a video camera in his hands.
A goth chick who was really quite pretty with long hair, a black tank top, black jacket and short checker shirt, stood at the opposite side.
Then he saw a white-haired kid with some kind of jumpsuit you would only find in old movies.
Wait.
Was that guy floating?
Those were amazing effects!
Danny Phantom flow straight at him and punch him.
Victor certain felt the blow and flaw back and hit the nearest wall.
The punch was so heavy that he did not even want to get up.
"Huh. That was surprising easy" Danny said.
"Wait, Danny" Sam Manson said. "Don't you think there something odd? He looks our age"
"Who cares." Tucker Foley said, "A Ghost is a Ghost!"
What they all saw was guy who had white hair with purple ends.
You could even say he looked Nobel.
"Tucker. The Fenton Thermos, please" Danny said.
"You got it" He said, throwing it to Danny.
Danny caught it and opened it up, a beam shot out of it and Victor felt sick when his body lost its shape and was sucked into what looked like a device to keep soup or coffee warm.
#Inside the Thermos#
"Where, am I?" He said, blinking, in front of him was a world filled with people who glowed green and were floating.
Suddenly a none threatening man came to him and said. "BEWARE. For I am the BOX GHOST!"
Victor blinked owlishly.
Who was this lame man who could float?
"Quiet it Box Ghost" Said, a much more threatening looking man who reminded him of a biker. "The kid must be new here. So long story short, you're in the Fenton Thermos. But don't worry. In a few hours we will be released back into the Ghost zone"
"The Ghost Zone?" He said, he looked at his hands and to his amazement he found that he to glowed green and was even floating.
Was he a Ghost?
That was surprising because he thought he would be in hell right now.
But this works for him too.
"Boy, you're really new" The biker looking man said. "Box Ghost explain to him, every he needs to know about being a Ghost. Because I don't have time for this"
More like he didn't want to use his endless amount of time to explain.
"Okay" The Box Ghost said, before he gave Victor the run down on how to be a Ghost.
"So, let me get this straight. I can pass through walls just like in the movies, become in visible and even move thing's with my mind" Victor said, getting a nod from the Ghost "But if I want do stuff like possess somebody or fire Ghost blast's. I'll need a little bit more practise"
"Yep" The Box Ghost said.
"And when I get to the Ghost Zone, I need to run whenever I hear any mention of a Ghost named 'Walker'" Victor said, "I need to stay away from the Ghost King's castle where a really scary looking knight guards it and stealing anything from there will end me and everybody else with me. And I need to stay clear of a ghost named Pandora who owns a box that contains all the worlds evil;"
"Pretty much" The Box Ghost said, "Oh, and if you really want to stand out, you need to find your own thing. My think is that I control box's. Danny Dad leaves the Ghost portal open all the time, so we Ghost's pretty much roam free into we're captured again. It's been this way since the incident that allowed us to come here."
"Danny?" Victor said, "I think I need to hear more on this 'Danny Phantom'. Is he the person that locked me in here?"
"Are you sure you want to hear it? It's a really long story" The Box Ghost said.
"I have all the time in the world" Victor said.
He really did.
And then the Box Ghost started with the history behind Danny Phantom and how he become a half ghost.
And as Victor heard more of it, the more his lips drooped downwards.
What the hell?
Wasn't he the perfect picture of a Hero!?
Despite being hated and lumped with the terrible ghost, Danny Phantom still bothered to save the town and then when the world was in danger, he actually risked going into the Ghost Zone to convince all of them to help.
If the world of the living perishes, the Ghost Zone does as well.
So, Danny was the hero of both worlds and every tough Ghost secretly like's him and have no problems with him despite trying to haunt him.
They were Ghosts.
They could do what the hell they wanted!
So where was their mental spine!?
Suddenly they all heard a click.
Then Victor was overcome with the feeling of sickness when his form lost its shape and he was mashed together with all the other ghosts stuck in the device before being blasted out of the device and into the portal that was one, of the many doorways to the Ghost Zone.
When the spinning stopped and they all separated, he was really to hurl.
"I've been through that a hundred times and I still can't get used to it" One Ghost said, before flying off to who knows where.
Then Victor managed to compose himself and take in the world around him.
And was it him or did it feel incredibly good just floating here?
He felt like he could float here for years but his curiosity was driving him to move.
He had enough time to control his body to move at least forward and forward he did, he was very interested in the doors.
He opened the nearest one to him which was a purple door.
Only to slowly close it when a bulging eye stared back at him.
He opened a pink door next and he was relieved to see a small child watching T.V.
That was until the child opened his mouth.
"Get it." The child said, then the child head turned all the way to face him before turning into a scary monster. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" It growled.
Victor did not have to be told twice and shut the door behind him.
"One, that was cool" He said, "But is there any door that isn't trying to tear me to shreds?"
"EVERYBODY, RUN FOR YOUR DEAD LIFE!" A ghost suddenly flow past him. "WALKER IS COMING!"
What!?
Victor was smart enough to not just float their dumbly.
He flow as fast as he could and hoped that could be far head enough to sacrifice one of the ghost's behind him so that he could escape.
His speed started off slow but become faster with each second, meaning he went from being the slowest to reasonable fast in seconds, it was quiet the sight to behold.
It was because of his suddenly speed that he managed to run away so fast that none of Walkers goons could even lay eyes on him.
He found shelter behind one of the doors but thankfully nothing terrifying was behind it, it was just a white room.
Boy he wished that he could sit down.
Suddenly a comfort couch appeared in the white space.
He understandably stared.
He draw closer and stopped.
It didn't lash out.
He sat on it and fully expected it to transform into a monster.
It did not.
Instead the couch was really soft.
"This couch would go great if I had something to rest my feet on." He said.
The white space provided a stool for him.
Then a great thought suddenly started to appear in his mind.
"I want to see the owner of this space" He said.
Suddenly words appeared before him, they were in red and it said.
'This space belongs to..."
Why was it blank?
Was there no owner?
"Can I be the owner?" He said, before he felt stupid.
Of course, something like this wouldn't allow just anybody.
However, words began to fill into the blank space and he blinked to find that what was once a blank space was now filled in with his name.
It now read.
'This space belongs to Victor Gloom'
"Are you serious?" He said.
And then the space connected to him.
His vision went black.
And scene!
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