Warnings:

Contains major character death elements: which means a major character/s is already dead or going to be dead. (But they actually don't die in the main story)

Rated T because of possible violence and rude language. May change to M if I feel like it.

There will be an influx of bad grammar because I am resorted to using Notes on my IPhone (so please suggest some good apps for writing :D)

Disclaimer: I wish I could, but I do NOT own Danny Phantom. :3 But I DO own Jayson.

ENJOY!

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Jayson disliked humans. Humans were weak hearted. Humans were idiots. Humans were cruel. Humans killed thoughtlessly. Humans were annoying.

The problem? He was a human too-well, partially. That meant he was bound to emotions, to weakness, to cruelty, and to greed.

He was a ghost that breathed. He was ghost that could transform to look and feel like a human, but he was not a human.

Now, the average reader would expect me to end the last paragraph with 'but he was not a ghost.'

WRONG!

Jayson is 75% dead. Which means, he is dead. He's a breathing zombie that has a fully working brain and can transform his physical appearance to a ghost. You know what this means? He is not alive. He is dead. Got it?

The 25% of him that is not dead is overruled by the 75% dead part of him. He breathes and thinks, but that's all he has.

How, you may ask, does a person become 75% dead?

I really don't know. It just happened to be that way. All I can do is give you a short background.

Jayson Daniel Fenton was born to Daniel and Samantha Fenton on thanksgiving. He was born with different colored eyes, cream-colored skin, and inky black hair. Daniel (or Danny, as he preferred to be called) was the world-renowned half-ghost hero that
/saved earth from an oncoming meteor.

Now, math states that a half-human and half-ghost plus a complete human makes Jayson 25% dead, which means that the Fenton couple gave birth to a completely live baby with a couple ghostly features. But Jayson's story does not stop there. A tragedy took
place.

Danny and his parents believed that they could make a portal that could transcend into a different dimension, farther from the ghost zone. When they almost had finished, Sam was pregnant again, much to her husband's excitement, and Jayson was four yearsold.
/They were all in the lab when their new portal had suddenly malfunctioned.

Danny sensed an explosion, so he yelled at his wife to take cover, and rushed to his son to shield him from the blow. His father's humanity was ripped from him, and the ghost that was left was sucked into the portal. His grandparents were burnedto
/mere ash, while his mother was completely covered...

...In radioactive ectoplasm. The Fentons never succeeded in making anything different from the portal to the ghost dimension.

The effects of the portal explosion took 2/3 of Jayson's humanity away. He became 75% ghost. 75% dead. He was dead, so Clockwork, the guardian of his father, took charge of the child and brought him to the spirit realm so he could train and become the
personhe is now.

"I did not sign up for this." Jayson growled.

He slammed the large violet-colored door of clockwork's lair behind him and flew a sharp turn into it's viewing room. He spotted the timekeeper sorting through a few papers in a box.

"You're late." He said without bothering to look up from his work.

"But you already knew that." Jayson snapped. "What do you want me to do now? It's not like I have the time of the world in my hands like you do."

Clockwork looked at his ex-apprentice and gave him a small smirk. "Then I'll make the time. I need you to do a hard task for me. It involves your job."

Jayson brushed his snow-colored bangs out of his eyes and tapped a gloved finger to his cheek in annoyance. "You're giving me the time to do something that is your responsibility. What is it this time? Grab a few books from the library? Stop a time threat?Preventthe
government from cloning sheep?"

The master of time chuckled softly and shook his head. "Not at all, actually. I need to to go back in time to stitch a hole back together."

The boy gave his master a deadpan expression. "STITCH it back together. Do you need your batteries checked? Your hands seem a little off, clockshmirk."

Clockwork rolled his eyes and pointed his staff at Jayson. "You, the mediator of dimensions, are capable of fixing portals and ghost anomalies to keep the human world safe. This means you can stitch a small dimension break back together with no problem
whatsoever.I do not want to hear any complaints from your petty little mouth."

Jayson growled in annoyance and tapped his finger against his chin. A scythe materialized in his hand and he levitated himself up an inch to show he was ready for directions, even though he disliked this new mission. Jayson waved his scythe to open a
/quick portal, but clockwork stopped him.

Jayson looked at him quizzically. "What? This is not-"

Clockwork interrupted his thoughts by making a portal of his own. "You are going to travel through time, young mediator."

The boy's jaw dropped, and he glared at his master. "Don't tell me that I'm..."

The time master's lips curved upward into a smirk.

A/N: After all the trouble I went through, I FINALLY posted my first fanfiction! Sorry it's short guys, and it has crappy grammar, but bear with me here until I find a better place, okay? Please review and follow, I have a great plan for this story! :D