Daniel Jackson Fenton was last seen in a lab, being struck with green blots of lighting, and the last trace of his existence was a single jet black of hair his mother cherished, threading it through a locket and a small, black singed mark on the otherwise stainless silver floor. The portal was working, but no one had the heart to go through it- it had killed someone; their son. Danny was gone, his mind, his soul, they didn't even have a body to bury, just an empty coffin.
Jack and Maddie went back to university, becoming quantum physicists and working at VCorp. The portal shut down, the lab was locked up tight. Sam and Tucker drifted apart, Tucker joining Mickey and the fellow nerds, whilst Sam Manson replaced Dash Baxter as a quarterback, the first female, doubling the funding from the council. And slowly, the town forgot about the boy who reached for the stars, who was struck down before his time.
And that made him angry but his family hadn't forgotten him, and neither had his family. Sam Manson sat in front of the gravestone, her fingers red from scrubbing off the graffiti. She had her black hair in a ponytail, and wore a baggy boy t-shirt, white with an iconic red circle printed on it, under her red varsity jacket. The shirt was getting a little snug, but she didn't want to wear anything else. She was on her knees, not caring about the jeans she wore, and smudged her mascara from all her crying. It had been two years; everyone had forgotten him, that there was a Fenton son. Danny's sister, Jazz, wasn't it, had gone off to study physiology.
As she walked home, she noticed little kids walking around in costumes. It was Halloween- Danny would be 16 today, if, if…
She hadn't killed him.
Jack and Maddie knew that it was their babies' birthday too, and were silent around the table. It was too quiet. Then the phone rang. It was jarring, and hurt, and Maddie picked it up just to end it. It was Vlad.
"Maddie, I have good news. We've perfected cloning. We can bring back Danny." Wordlessly, Maddie dropped the phone, and they got in their car and drove away.
Sam bumped into Tucker on the way home. He had tears running down his face too, and they walked together in silent company of each other, when a car almost ran them over, as Jack wasn't any better at driving than before… the passing of Danny. They saw Maddie and Jack, with excited expressions on their faces.
"The cloning technology's working, we can get Danny back," announced Jack to the couple, before speeding off, being chased by an army of police cars he was oblivious too. Sam turned to Tucker, and Tucker turned to Sam. They'd left. They could go through the portal, find Danny. The Fentons never left their home unguarded, and ran to the building formerly known as Fenton Works, and opened the door with the old rusty key Danny gave to Tucker all those years ago. They picked the lock to the lab, and turned the portal on, spirling into action after all these years.
The ghost King sat on a throne, running his black gloved hand through his blank, absence of colour, hair. Floating on top was a glowing green crown. His eyes were lava red, with snake-like pupils. He wore a black fitted suit of armour, with a green sword tucked in a white belt. A skull ring sat on a black gloved hand. He sat on a throne, a staff laying next to it.
A blue ghost in a ragged purple robe sat on the floor in chains.
"Clockwork, what's happening outside the castle," he asked, perfectly politely, yet somewhat sinisterly, licking his sharp, pure white fangs. With a whimper, the once powerful Clockwork raised his time staff, bringing up a flat screen-like tv, showing two 16 years using shakey jetpacks round his domain.
"Fright Knight, fetch them to the king please." He ordered, and the knight nodded and left.
"Daniel, please don't do this." Clockwork reasoned, timidly. The king shot a red energy beam at him, then turned to the wall.
"It's Phantom. King Phantom," he said with a smile, "you know this Clockwork, so why do you just keep calling me Daniel?"
Sam and Tucker were dragged in by the scruff of their neck.
"Who is that?" Sam asked the knight she'd been kidnapped by.
"Bow before the king." Murmured Fright Knight. They obliged, but Sams eyes panned over to a dead wood glass cabinet, and what hung there was a tshirt that was the inverse to the one she wore now; red with a white circle. Pictures of her, Tucker and Danny hung there, showing the goth phase she'd grown out of. She looked back at the king. He looked around 14, with spiky hair the inverse of Danny Fenton's, like the shirt in the cabinet. Danny died in a shirt like that. The king looked like Danny, but a ghost and evil. But she knew it was him.
"Danny? Danny Fenton?"
"Fenton? I haven't heard that name in a long time."