Leo pulled up a grainy video feed that he'd taken from the Nasty Burger security and fast forwarded through the blandness of the day. He paused at Valerie cutting a direct line into the camera's blind spot, inspected it with intrigue, and identified the exact moment when an ectoplasm stained ghost showed up. Leo double checked the lock on his door and readjusted the web camera. He hit record.

"Will you take a look at that? Pretty pathetic, huh?" Leo drawled as the ghost floated in a circle. "Well you'll never believe this," he muttered as the spectre looked down at its tail and screamed silently on the screen, " but that ghost you're looking at was once a human being. And not just any human being, that kid was a scientist. A smart, acne-ridden ball of assholery." The ghost leaned against the wall only to turn intangible and fall backwards through it. Leo paused the video and started up the webcam.

"This is his story." Leo pointed emphatically at the screen. "Well, actually, my story," his words kept coming faster and faster, "that's right-I'm that ghost. The name is Leo," he took a breath. "Leo Ramirez."

"I was Amity's science guy, and I ruined my life for no-uh well, reasons. Not that hard to believe," Leo shrugged. "Look, I'll tell you what: you go back a ways, you know, before I was a ghost and this will all make sense."

Leo turned the recording back on his computer screen. He idly clicked through the pictures and pulled one up to full-size. "Dammit, now see, this is a little too far back. Oh! Look at me, that's me as a baby." With a tight smile, he clicked the next one over. A kid with a mop of fluffy dark hair grinned up at the camera from inside a box. "Er, ha. Let's move ahead."

Leo faced the webcam, addressing his future audience. "Okay, this is the real me. Not this." Two rings of light swept over him, leaving behind sickly slate grey skin and ephemeral hair. In place of his legs, there was a spectral tail. Leo could catch a glint of green from his eyes in the lens of the camera.

"This," Leo pulled the transformation to show his true face, "Not this," He waved his hand in the general vicinity of the rest of him.

"Winner." Leo quirked a human smile, though it didn't quite reach his brown eyes before he let the transformation settle as ghost. "Loser," his voice broke. Leo turned off the webcam and saved the raw footage to an encrypted folder.

He forced the transformation back to human and curled up in his bed. Lights flashed behind his eyes, and his dreams were haunted by a face streaked with ectoplasm and a wound that weeped and refused to close.

Leo set the video recorder in the antigravity, tethering it to a doorframe. He grinned. "Okay, see the Ghost Zone? Nobody in it pays attention to me. Check this out." Leo cupped his hands around his mouth, "Technus!?" A couple of the skeletons on the a drifting island tipped their skulls in his direction. The scientist's door remained firmly closed. He knocked, and the sound echoed despite the door remaining closed.

Leo shrugged at the camera. He raised his hands in a what can you do? Gesture and twisted around when a door farther down opened. "Hi, Box Ghost."

The other ghost glanced furtively at Leo.

"Beware!" It's shriller than a man of his stature should sound. But Leo nodded and grinned while the Box Ghost frowned and darted back into his door with a CLICK!

Leo frowns and picks his video camera back up. There's the roar of something large, but that's hardly unusual in the Ghost Zone. Leo let himself drift, following an internal call to some other area. It crossed his mind to turn off the recording, but if he's taking the journal viewers on a tour, why not leave it on? He could always edit it out later.

There's a gust of motion-Leo's almost pulled along in the current of the ghost that zipped past him-headed towards the roaring he heard a little while ago.

Danny Phantom?

The other ghost didn't slow, but the white hair and trademark black suit was recognizable. Leo focused his camera on the receding figure.

"And there goes the hero of Amity Park." He turned it back to himself.

"I wonder what that makes me."

So that's that.

I have no update schedule to promise.
I have no plot to promise.
This is mostly just gonna be drabbles and scraps of this idea that I had one day and introduced to my friends and now it's here.