EDIT 4/22/19: After taking a class on creative writing I decided to go back and edit. And make sure I make Phantom just a little more of a little shit.

The first thing Danny was told when he woke to baffled doctors in a pure white hospital room was that he should consider himself lucky. The amount of electrical and ectoplasmic volts of energy he was shocked with should have killed him. He should be dead. That thought stuck with him out of everything.

I should be dead.

His body felt sore and phantom pains, as if he was still in the damn machine, getting shocked, would cause him to curl up in agony. His body temperature kept flashing between hot and cold. But overall, he was fine. No matter how much he didn't feel fine. At worst, all he had gotten were faint, lightning-like scars across his whole body. If he wasn't so shaken, he probably would have thought they were just a little cool.

"Bedrest," the baffled doctors had recommended to his worried parents. "His body seems to be going through…some kind of shock. Maybe even getting a special sickness from…what was powering your experiments."

They hadn't corrected them by saying it was ectoplasm or ghostly energy, even though it was well known in town that the Fentons were ghost fanatics. But it was perhaps that word – "illness" – that caused them to stay quiet before guilt formed on their faces.

For a moment, Danny wondered if this was familiar to them. If they knew something like this would happen. A part of him, angry at the stupidity of them to think putting the "On" switch inside the machine was a good idea was a hundred percent sure they knew.

Maybe a part of them wanted to see this happen.

He should have been angry for a lot longer than under an hour. But their guilty expressions, and the way his mom looked borderline ready to cry, he held back. He swallowed the feelings of anger and resentment and pushed them to the back of his mind.

When he was allowed back home, the first thing his parents did was go back down to the lab. He told himself they were going to work off whatever guilt they were feeling. By the still couldn't help the thoughts that they were just excited about their Ghost Portal. That left Jazz to take care of him and he wasn't surprised. The two of them were usually left to their own devices whenever they worked in the lab – why would this be any different?

Jazz was insufferable. She was always insufferable when he was sick, just even more now because he had nearly died. A justifiable reason, he supposed. She practically made his bedrest a prison sentence. She acted as if walking around or forgetting to take his pills were going to kill him. He joked about it aloud to her once. When her eyes filled with tears he decided it was possibly too soon.

Sadly, the doctors couldn't do anything about the phantom pains. Those, he just had to ride out.

Sometimes, he wondered if he should have just chosen school over submitting himself to her intensive care. Through all of the care he was also certain she was trying to make some sort of psychological project out of him. He knew she cared, but if he had to hear her ask if he was "traumatized" one more time he was going to snap.

The only mercy was that she allowed his friends to come over every day after school even if she wouldn't let them skip. He pretended not to remember the whole story, just bits and pieces – getting curious, walking into the portal, tripping over a wire and then pain, pain, pain. They'd freak out if they knew he felt as if his limbs were melting or that he could feel himself dying. At least they were a huge comfort for him. It was easy to get bored without them and their banter.

The end of the two weeks came closer and Danny could feel something clinging to him deep in his bones. In his blood. It was hard to ignore, but he shrugged it off. It might just have been an aftereffect of whatever he experienced.

The morning he was supposed to go back to school, he had an odd dream. It wasn't strange for him to dream of flying but usually it was through space. But this time he was flying through an ocean of green. When he turned his head, he saw glowing green eyes staring back with his face.

{Hello?}

He screamed.

O~O~O

Ghosts are forgetful creatures. But above all, they're sad and filled with a loss that twists and molds itself into something different – something hateful and obsessive. No ghost has a good memory of their lives as humans. There are some ghosts that have been dead for so long they hardly think they ever were human. Instead, they were perhaps born of ectoplasm and slowly grew a consciousness as some of the weaker spectrals were.

Phantom wasn't entirely different. He was still a fairly new ghost, strong enough to hold his own against some of the more aggressive spirits but with enough memory to just barely remember who he was. Flashes would come to him whenever he would pause to think back – usually they came as feelings of being protective, of fighting, of mischief, and of trickery. His nature was built from how he lived, and he was slowly gaining a reputation of being the Trickster Phantom.

The name definitely helped. He was pointedly avoided when other ghosts saw him, usually because they didn't want to be subjected to his mischief. Besides that, ghosts normally left each other alone. Other than the Ghost Hunter Skulker, most ghosts enjoyed spending their time alone in their own territories or with whoever they decided to spend their afterlife with.

Phantom was not one of the few who found another ghost he was fond of enough to spend every cycle with. But maybe that's why he found the Zone so…boring. Other than exploring, there was nothing much to do. He craved more. Everyone in the ghost zone craved more.

But it was Phantom who found it.

Or, maybe, it had just found him.

He had been going about his usual travels and stops. He was deciding whether or not to stop at his "friend's" territory when he found himself caught in a bright light. Then there was pain – a pain far beyond what he's felt fighting other ghosts or even at his death. Somewhere close was a scream. Was it his, or someone else?

The world was suddenly warm- too warm. The pain subsided after what felt like an eternity, but his body felt sore, twitching in pain (ghosts couldn't get sore, could they?).

Then, came the Memories.

Memories so real and so vivid and so…so alive that he couldn't help but take each and every one greedily, nearly claiming them as his.

In these memories, he caught a name. He grabbed it. He wouldn't let go.

Danny…my name is Danny.

His core pulsed.

And he fell into a long slumber.

He woke to a dream and a light pull at his core. Which was baffling in itself, because ghosts don't dream.

In this dream, he was in the Zone travelling, but there wasn't much there. Everything was hazy. And when he turned, there was someone else. The other him, he was sure, with bright, warm eyes and dark hair.

{Hello?}

The other one – Danny – screamed and they were both thrown out of the dream immediately.

Now, the pull of his core was insistent.

Usually, it would be nothing, but the feeling of someone else pulling was so new and foreign it shocked him. He tried to pull away but quickly found he couldn't.

As he tried to orient himself, he noticed new emotions, brighter and deeper and overall less numb like he was used to. The primary emotions were confusion and panic. And these…weren't exactly his emotions, though he was feeling them as if they were his own.

Second, he noticed he wasn't exactly in control of his body. He could see and smell and feel but he couldn't move.

Third, was that whoever was now in control of his "body," though he was a ghost so it was more a formality of a term than anything was also pulling at his core – his powers. Badly, he might add, since they were floating to the ceiling with no sign of stopping.

{What are you doing?} He tried speaking to get their attention, aware that his mouth had not moved either. That wasn't as strange. He didn't necessarily speak by opening his mouth anyway.

The person, the one he was slowly starting to realize was Danny, from the dream, froze in air. So startled, he stopped pulling and fell back on the bed.

"Don't tell me I'm hearing things now," Danny– the Original Danny, put his head in his hands, "I'm so sick I'm actually starting to hallucinate."

{You're not hallucinating.} Phantom tried to emulate a human's soothing tone. Though, honestly, he couldn't find the situation quite funny. So who could blame him if he laughed a little? As a new ripple of panic flowed through.

"Wha -? Who?" Danny looked around their – his room, trying to find him. Phantom laughed harder.

{You won't find me. I'm inside your head.}

"…I'm going crazy." Danny said and ran a hand through his messy hair, near hyperventilating. "The portal made me sick and now it's making me float and hear voices and—"

{No, I'm pretty sure you aren't crazy.} Phantom quickly intervened before the human began to have a panic attack.

"Why would I trust the voice in my head?"

{Listen, just hear me out.} Phantom rolled his eyes, without really rolling his eyes. {The portal…combined us, I think. I'm you, and you're me…and you have my powers.} He tied to think back to the portal and found it difficult to differentiate his afterlife and Danny's memories. It was probably for the best. His afterlife wasn't the most fun he's ever had, and it's not like there was anyone waiting for him in the Zone.

The explanation seemed to have caught up to Danny's frazzled brain. He sputtered. "Whoa, wait, you're me? How is that even possible? How the hell did we—?" Another pull at their core from Danny's side. Another odd feeling. Like Phantom was being grabbed and pulled as well. But then, instead of floating, rings appeared around their waist and a light washed over them.

Phantom found himself in control.

He was able to move, though weakly. He wasn't very used to walking. Danny seemed to be helping with that silently. He could feel the human's guidance when he stood. As a test, he tried to pull at his core for his powers but with the instinctual interference of he was just able to allow himself to float and let his hand go invisible for a quick moment.

A moment of silence passed.

Danny spoke up. Can we go to the mirror?

{Why?}

I wanna see what you look like.

Odd. But he still decided not to argue and walked over.

His messy hair was a shocking white, and his eyes which were completely green, only with glowing light green pupil-less orbs to show where he was looking. He had freckles, which were as light a green as his glowing eyes. Their outfit was the hazmat suit they had worn but the colors inversed. Phantom wrinkled his nose – the thin, body hugging material was far from the flowing, loose material he gathered together to wear in the ghost Zone. There was nothing to hide his face or his body and it made him feel strange. Vulnerable. But there was nothing he could do about it now.

We look like a ghost!

Phantom didn't hold back a snort of amusement. {Well duh.} He glanced at the mirror a moment longer and felt both his and Danny's wonder. Other than the Memories Danny had shared with him, he didn't really know how he looked in his afterlife. Mirrors were scarce in the Zone and there were few lucky to find one floating among the "lost items." He turned his attention back to Danny.

{You do realize we're dead, right?}

But I'm not dead! Danny immediately said. I'm alive! We have a pulse and everything!

And now that it was pointed out to him, Phantom realized it was true. Strangely enough, he could feel ectoplasm running through their body – their veins. Their heart was beating, even if it was probably significantly slower than an average human heartbeat. Their core, though, was not; staying immobile only to solidify that they are unalive.

{We're alive…} Phantom spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. He didn't enjoy feeling panic. {But we're also dead.}

It took a moment to process that. Alive, but not really alive. Dead, but not really dead.

They weren't human. But they weren't ghost either.

So, what are they?

"Danny!"

The voice of their – Danny's – sister jolted them out of their thoughts. She was knocking on the door. Danny's panic fueled Phantom's own.

"Did you lock your door again?"

How do we change back!? Danny scrambled and Phantom saw images of different terrible hiding places.

{I don't know.} Phantom focused on speaking directly to Danny so Jazz hopefully wouldn't hear.

"Little brother, you know Mom gave me a key…" There was shuffling, followed by the sound of a key slipping carelessly though a lock.

Well we need to figure out in two seconds or—

At the click of the lock, Phantom decided to throw everything to the air. He tried to replicate what he felt earlier, but to Danny. He pretended like he was grabbing him and pulling him to the front. To his relief, rings appeared around them and the light enveloped their body once more.

When Jazz opened the door, she found her brother standing next to his mirror, in his pajamas, and Phantom watching through his eyes feeling awfully smug.

O~O~O

"Danny, are you feeling better?" Jazz said, not realizing she barely gave him time to catch his bearings after getting control back so quickly, "Today is when the doctor said you should be well enough to go back to school – Danny?"

He was barely listening. It was just too strange. There was another him, a ghost, who was in his head. Sharing his body. They were even sharing memories. Faint ones from exploring the Ghost Zone was at the back of his mind, but he couldn't exactly pull it up without getting a headache. He could feel the Ghost's presence, feel their – his core as a low, comfortable hum just below his skin.

{Answer your sister. She's getting suspicious.} His Ghost Half suddenly spoke and he nearly jumped out of his skin as Jazz had decided that was the best moment to put a hand on his shoulder.

Her eyes gleamed with worry. "If you're still not feeling well—"

"I'm fine!" He said a little too quickly and pulled away from her hand. The Ghost snickered and he wished he could kick him, "I—" He hesitated. He needed to talk to his ghost half more but if he stayed in his room for one more day he was going to go crazy.

{Go to school.} His ghost half pushed. {To see Sam and Tucker.}

"I wanna go," He blurted out, agreeing wholeheartedly with his ghost. At Jazz's suspicious and worried frown he rolled his eyes, "I'm fine. I feel much better." The flashes of differing temperatures had settled down now that it only happened once in a while and the phantom pains didn't hurt to the point where he had to curl up on his bed. Well, as often as it was during the 2 weeks.

She sighed and finally nodded, "Alright. Get ready quick or you'll be late for the bus. Oh, and don't touch the cereal. Dad's been experimenting at the table again."

Danny wrinkled his nose. That was just something else contaminated by their parents' experiments. They'd be out of food before Mom did her routine shopping at this rate.

"I'll be quick," He promised her before quickly finding his usual clothes - a simple baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He could feel his ghost half wrinkle his nose at his taste of clothes. He turned to his mirror and stuck his tongue out at his reflection. It felt childish, especially when The Ghost laughed, but he didn't care. He grabbed his backpack. The notebooks only reminded him of the many assignments he would have to make up.

He headed downstairs to the kitchen and found Jazz searching through their fridge for breakfast that wasn't contaminated. Danny sat down and used this time to be able to turn his attention back to the ghost sharing his body.

So, what's your name?

He could practically see the mischievous smirk on his ghost half's face. {It's obvious, isn't it? It's Danny.}

What?! I'm Danny.

{And now I'm also Danny. We share a mind, memories, emotions, and a body. We're the same, just Ghost and Human.} The Ghost – definitely not Danny paused. {And do you think no other person with the name "Danny" exists?}

Danny felt his cheeks go red, and he grumbled a quick "shut up" which earned him a worried glance from Jazz before she turned back to the scrambled eggs in her pan.

Well… He tried to find a way to salvage the situation. It would just be confusing! And…weird. In the – what was it? Ghost Zone? He felt something like a nod or feeling of confirmation so he continued. You called yourself Phantom, right? Can I call you that?

His ghost half was silent for a moment, before he felt a shrug. {It doesn't bother me. And I guess it's easier than calling me Danny.}

Danny sighed aloud in relief, "I guess we'll go with that then."

"Danny? Is there something you want to share with the class?" Jazz slid a plate of scrambled eggs to him. He flushed as he realized he had accidentally answered Phantom aloud.

Diving into his eggs, he used the time to chew and swallow to come up with a believable lie, "Just uh – excited to see Sam and Tucker?"

Phantom snickered. He gave him a mental kick, but that made him laugh harder.

Jazz seemed less than convinced, unsurprisingly, "You know, you can talk to me Danny. About anything. If…what happened in the lab is still bothering you—"

"It's not! Just leave me alone about it, ok?" He gave her a short glare in warning and went back to his eggs. She sighed.

"…just hurry up. The bus is coming in a few minutes."

"Yeah, yeah…"

{She's going to be even more suspicious now.} Phantom said as he walked to his bus stop. {She's going to be so nosy.}

"She's always nosy," He kept his voice quiet, not bothering to answer internally since it was too early for someone to be around or paying attention to him. He leaned against a nearby lamppost as he watched down the street for his bus, "I can handle her – how are we going to handle Sam and Tucker?"

Phantom fell silent. He could feel the Ghost mulling around in his mind, searching for an answer. {How will they react if we tell them the truth?}

Not well. Was all he could think – maybe Sam would get excited at the prospect of her friend now having ghost powers but after a few seconds the novelty will wear off as soon as they realized he's now half dead. And he could see it only blowing up in his face if he tried to explain Phantom to them. Hell, he was still having a hard time understanding it.

But he had to tell someone, didn't he?

{Well I guess you don't have to. But Sam and Tucker they'll will find out faster than anyone else.}

He sighed, "I hate that you're right."

{I'm you – technically this means you're right.}

"Ugh stop it," He playfully gave Phantom a mental shove as he spotted his bus coming down the street. Phantom merely chuckled back,

The bus driver seemed annoyed to see him. Two weeks without having to stop seemed to have made her lazy. He hardly gave her a glance as he headed to his usual seat, curling up next to the window and focused on the hum of their core under his skin. It soothed him enough he almost fell asleep.

{Want me to keep you awake? You need it to be able to explain all of this to Sam and Tucker you know.}

Please?

{I can try. I'm not a very good conversationalist.}

Danny hummed softly. Well…what was your life like in the Ghost Zone? All of your memories are blurry to me.

{…well…} Phantom seemed to hesitate, though slowly tried to explain. {It was pretty cold…and lonely.}

Danny shivered. It felt as if cold air had slipped through the bus windows. Flashes of a dark, green area flashed behind his eyes. The oppressing feeling of aimlessly wandering for what felt like all eternity – for what could have been an eternity felt as though it was pressing down on him.

{I mostly just wandered around, hoping to find something to entertain me since I was mostly just bored.}

You couldn't talk to other ghosts?

Phantom snorted, rolling his eyes. {What could I talk to them about? We're all dead, and all of us hate the Ghost Zone. Only some of us really talked and it wasn't even that often.}

So, you couldn't bond together with your common hatred of the Ghost Zone?

That rewarded him with a short laugh. {Maybe. But trust me, I'm in no hurry to go back.}

The bus arrived at school and Danny quickly climbed off. He headed to the usual place he meets up with Sam and Tucker, under the tree just outside the school. The two of them saw him before he got to them, their wide smiles immediately made him happy that he decided to come to school.

"Hey guys!"

"Danny!" Sam was the first to greet him. She gave him a quick hug that made warmth burst in his cheeks. When she pulled away he gave her a bit of an awkward smile before turning to Tucker and gave him a fist bump.

"You're looking way better dude," despite the joking tone he could hear the relief in his voice.

"Yeah, you don't look like you wanna curl under your blankets for 3 years."

"Isn't that how I normally act?" He laughed as Sam shoved him playfully, "So, what did I miss?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," Sam shrugged, "We filled you in on most of it but you just missed a couple assignments and a quiz or two."

"Great," Danny rolled his eyes, "Can't wait to make that up after school."

"I definitely don't envy you," Tucker shook his head. "Mr. Lancer's quiz was so hard!"

"It was about Romeo and Juliet! It's practically common knowledge! How was it so difficult?" Sam was obviously exasperated. It seemed they had this argument a couple of times while he was gone.

{You should talk to them now, before they get too distracted.}

He sighed. Well, better now than never, right?

"Hey…guys?"

They stopped their banter to turn to him At first, curious, but then their expressions were immediately full of concern.

"What's wrong, Danny?"

"Er, well—I…" He was interrupted by the bell, the loud ring echoed in his ears and he winced. Mentally, Phantom put his hands over his ears, and Danny had to hold himself back from doing the same.

{It's so fucking loud.} Phantom hissed. He sent a mental, apologetic nod.

"I guess it'll have to wait," Tucker groaned, "We're going to be late."

"…yeah." Danny held back a grimace. This wasn't really a conversation he could have in under five minutes. He could wait until after school, right?

Classes, when you're gone for an entire two weeks is basically walking into hell. A couple of his teachers, where he didn't have Sam and Tucker in his class, were nice enough to compile the notes he had missed. A part of him had a feeling it was mostly due to a small amount of pity at the fact that one of his parents' experiments was what had caused him to go to the hospital.

Though, strict teachers like Mr. Lancer? He was hardly as nice.

Since Sam and Tucker shared the same class with him, he expected him to somehow already completely know what they had gone over and gave him until tomorrow to do the quiz on Romeo and Juliet. They were already a couple scenes in, so Danny also had to make a trip to the library to pick up his copy of the book. Then read it, and then do the questions on it that he had missed when they were going over it.

Not to mention, he had absolutely no control over Phantom's powers. Without meaning to, he would cause his hand or legs to go invisible or intangible. He lost count of how many times he's dropped his pencils or had his elbow go right through his desk. It was baffling that no one noticed.

At least Phantom was there to alieve his boredom whenever the teachers tended to go on a particular boring lecture. It was surprising how funny he was. He'd shoot off puns at random moments, which made him to have to put a hand over his mouth in the middle of class to stifle his laughter.

He decided that it was probably his own humor, passing on to Phantom.

Phantom only laughed.

"Danny, are you ok?" Sam asked him when he came back from picking up his copy of Romeo and Juliet from the library. "You've been acting weird all day."

"Weird? Me?" He laughed nervously and slipped into his seat next to Sam. Or at least, attempted to. His foot went intangible, going through the seat for a moment and almost making him lose his balance. He quickly grabbed the table, trying to keep his cool and not yell out like he instinctually wanted to, "I'm not acting weird."

{Nice save. They totally believed you.}

Shut up. He gave Phantom a mental kick and ignored how Phantom laughed.

{Just tell them already. They're going to find out.}

But—

"Danny!"

He jumped and turned to Sam who frowned. "…you're jumpier than usual. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"How many times did you say that to Jazz this week?" Tucker said and he immediately scowled. So that's what this is about?!

"Why does everyone keep thinking the Accident is the reason I'm acting like this?" He hissed and glared at the two of them. "I'm fine! Nothing about it screwed with my brain or whatever the hell all of you think happened—"

"Well ex-fucking-cuse us for being worried about you!" Sam snapped back and fixed him with a glare of her own, "Danny, you almost died and you were – do you know how horrible you looked? You looked like you were on your last string and we thought we were going to lose our best friend! I know Jazz was annoying you the whole time but don't get mad at us for being your friends and worrying about you!"

It was very silent even with the usual noise and bustle around the cafeteria. Danny grimaced and turned to his lunch instead of his friends. He bit his lip then glanced up. He knew he should apologize, but a strange chill went up his spine, unlike his cold flashes. Smoke from nowhere came from his mouth – like the area had turned cold.

Phantom?

{Ghost Sense.} Phantom said. He could feel tense and slight confusion coming from the Ghost.

Meaning…?

{There's a ghost nearby.} Phantom's voice was slightly annoyed, but he felt antsy. Danny could practically feel how he wanted to jump up and run to find where the hell it was coming from. {We should check it out.}

But Sam and Tucker—

{Will be fine. Danny, we can't…all these humans…a Ghost can do a lot of damage, even in a short period of time. We can't just leave it alone.}

Danny hesitated. His nature to help people was overriding his want to settle this with his friends.

Seems like this talk would have to wait until later.

He stood which deliberately shocked Sam and Tucker. He gave them one look in an effort to seem angry with them before he ran off into the mostly-empty school. He ignored their shouts for him as his Ghost Sense went off again, the air felt colder, and he felt his hair stand on end.

{It's not a strong one…we can fight it off but we need to switch.}

"Ok, how?"Danny couldn't help but snap as he saw a couple of large, octopus-like spirits down the hallway, though they didn't seem to have noticed him just yet. A pair of Ectopuses, he gathered from Phantom's thoughts. "You're the one who did it last time—"

Phantom let out a suffering sigh. {Ok just pretend you're grabbing me and throwing me in front of you.}

"What?!" Panic tightened his throat as the Ectopuses caught his eye. They screamed and began flying towards him.

{It's better than nothing! Just do it!}

Danny closed his eyes, and tried to ignore the shrieking of the Ectopuses to focus on pushing Phantom to the front of their control. He felt a familiar tingling feeling and opened his eyes to see the rings appear before they were enveloped in light.

{Thank you.} Phantom moved their mouth but his voice didn't come from their mouth. Instead it echoed around the hall. The Ectopuses screeched and he growled back. {This is my territory! How dare you come here!}But it wasn't in English, Danny could tell that much. Yet, he could understand it perfectly as if he was speaking English but he could tell the language Phantom had just spoken was definitely not anything human.

{Danny…you need to help me.} He lowered his voice. He felt him pull at their core to call on the power of flight. Danny immediately began to help a few moments after, so they both floated up, facing the ghosts head-on. {We are one. We need to fight like it.}

You say that like it's easy. It was still weird, talking but not feeling his mouth move.

Phantom chuckled.

{It'll become easy.} And without another word Phantom pulled at their core and flew towards the ghosts.

O~O~O

The Ectopuses – spectral ghosts made purely of ectoplasm energy – are probably the easiest enemies in the whole Ghost Zone. They have what's probably the least amount of brain power and are practically animals.

But, at the same time, Phantom didn't have much power either. For the moment, all he has are his fists, intangibility and invisibility. But that is enough, isn't it?

There were only two Ectopuses, so he flew to the first one, grabbing it by its tentacles and turning his body, using it like a baseball bat to slam into the other. It screeched as it hit the lockers, and the one in his hands writhed. He pulled it closer to punch but was pulled away. The Ectopus on the ground pulled him close with its tentacles.

Ugh gross. Danny groaned. Phantom wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment. The feeling was fairly slimy. He twisted and writhed before he finally got enough leverage to twist and punch it right in its eye. It let out another loud, sickening screech as it let him go. He went intangible, nearly a second late as Danny had to pull with him. The other slammed into the first octopus and he allowed them to reappear, quickly tangling their tentacles together.

{Now…} He spoke the language of ghosts, his voice echoing in the hall as he growled. They may be stupid but every ghost, no matter what shape or size understood the language. {This. Is. MY. Territory. If I see you two again, there will be more hell to pay than this. Now GO.} It seemed to do the trick. The two let out terrified cries before quickly flying out.

Wow. Nice job scaring them.

{It's the only method I have.} He sighed and floated down until their feet touched the ground. {They won't run back to the Ghost Zone but they definitely won't be coming back here anytime soon.} He pushed Danny back into control, closing his eyes and letting the light wash over them again. It might have been a quick battle, but since he worked with Danny to work at the same time and fight using only his basic powers made it tiring. He found himself happy to be back inside their mind. Though, the exhausted feeling was shared between the two of them.

"Well…that's good, at least," Danny muttered, yawned.

"Danny?!"

Danny froze and he slowly turned to see Sam and Tucker standing a couple feet behind them. Their mouths were agape as pure shock, confusion, and fear were in their eyes.

"…this…isn't how I wanted you guys to find out."

This is my first writing a Pitch Pearl story that is more than just a small blurb, so I hope I'm doing well so far. Just, warning, I've only written five chapters of this so far and I'm trying to get other fanfics done, or revised while I write this. So updates will be all over the place.

EDIT 4/22/19: After taking a class on creative writing I decided to go back and edit. And make sure I make Phantom just a little more of a little shit.