Restless
Summary: Dan (Dark) escapes a year after him being imprisoned and has plans to take over the world - again. However, things have changed since Dark Phantom last saw the present, and Danny has been getting ... restless. So Dark decides to help Danny down his new path.
Warnings: Future slash(DarkxDanny, maybe others), insanity, character death, probable torture and misery etc. The character death even starts in this chapter, you lucky muffins!
A/N: Right my lovelings. I've been watching Danny Phantom again and when I watched the last ever episode, I basically realised how utterly crap it was. There's nothing majorly exciting that goes on, Vlad ends up in space, Danny and Sam get together, there's no Dan ... need I go on?
So, I decided to do something about it. I am re-writing the last episode and making it awesome, because I am awesome. So there.
Note: Dan will be called 'Dark', so it's better for me if I'm writing at 3 am as I have been doing.
Flames will be given to the Box Ghost and he will use them to spread havoc. And you wouldn't want that now, would you? The Box Ghost is only supposed to be powerful for one episode, hahaha.
Chapter 1
Dark smirked as he stretched, his joints popping. He had been stuck in that ridiculous thermos for a lot less time than he had anticipated. A scowl crossed his face as he knew he couldn't stop to savour his freedom. He's have to make sure to stop that infernal Time Keeper from medling again.
Striding into the main room, the one that held the portals of the Past, Present and Future, and imediatly found Clockwork. The ghost was swinging his staff into the orb that showed the Future, the Past already in tiny pieces on the floor. Noticing Dark, Clockwork quickly wheeled his staff around and towards the Present crystal, but the evil ghost grabbed the staff, stopping the Time Keeper from stranding him in this timeless place.
Clockwork let go of his staff as if the metal had burnt him, hovering back a few paces, reverting back into his child form. Dark smirked, melting the staff into a puddle of goo which he let drip through his fingers to the floor.
'That was a bad idea,' Dark purred at Clockwork, stepping towards the ghost slowly. He could see the fear in the Time Keepers eyes. It was delicious.
Clockworks back hit a wall, the ghost swallowing in face of the inevitable. Being a ghost who could control Time, the Observers had never seen the need to give Clockwork any other powers when they had created him - other than being able to fly. The staff did everything else. Darks' left hand closed around the childs throat, the ancient ghosts tiny hands scrabbling against the gloved claw cutting off his air supply.
'Do you think there's an afterlife for ghosts?' Dark asked malevolently, grinning, his right hand filling with an eerie green glow. 'Well, make sure you tell me if you get there,' the flame-haired ghost quipped as Clockwork grew into his ancient form. 'Oh, good. I'd hate to have a childs blood on my hands,' spoke Dark, nonchalantly. 'I don't think there's much space left for that.' With that he gripped Clockworks skull, letting the power filter into the Time Keepers head , laughing as the former protector of Times' head exploded, showering him with globs of ectoplasm and ghostly flesh, the green liquid coating Darks hand and arm as it poured from the stump on Clockworks corpse.
Smiling, Dark licked the ghost blood off his fingers, his forked tongue flicking in and out as his eyes sparkled with insane delight. Oh, it was good to be back in business.
Dropping the body to the floor, which was quickly dissolving into a puddle of ectoplasm, the evil ghost wandered back to the final remaining crystal portal; the Present. Dark chuckled as he saw that Clockwork had been watching over his past self. It was almost too easy.
And with that, Dark stepped through the portal and into the present day of Amity Park.
-.-.-.-
Danny threw the Box Ghost through the wall of a building, following it up with an Ecto-Blast. Shooting over to the nearly unconsious ghost, Danny grabbed him by the ankle and tossed him into the air and shot a ball of Ecto Energy at him, watching as it exploded and sent the helpless ghost crashing to the floor. Danny pulled out his thermos and sucked the unmoving ghost into the cylindrical container.
'Geez, Danny, no need to be so violent,' Sam muttered, grabbing the thermos off the ghost boy and shoving it in her backpack.
'Yeah, man, it was only the Box Ghost, so no big deal, alright?' Tucker said to his best friend.
'Look, I don't tell you how to do your jobs, so don't try and tell me how to do mine,' Danny snapped, flying off rapidly. As soon as he was out of sight of his friends he sighed. He didn't know what it was recently, but since fighting Dark, everything had started to seem so ... boring. Like none of it mattered any more. And Danny had gotten angrier at that fact. Angrier and more violent. He and Sam had tried dating, but she couldn't take Dannys 'Mood Swings' and had called it off. They'd still stayed good friends though. But Danny had gotten more and more violent, and the only outlet he had was ghosts. But the ghosts had started crossing over less and less, because they had been getting hurt too badly by the ghost child. The Box Ghost however, was a constant. He never seemed to realise it was a bad idea to keep coming over to Amity Park, so he was basically Dannys punching bag.
But that was never enough. Danny always felt the need to do something more with his powers than just protecting the city. He sighed again, turning intangible and dropping through the ceiling of his house into his room, before turning human and falling onto his bed with a thump. He dropped his arm over his eyes and grumbled to himself.
'Danny?' came a voice from outside his room as Jazz poked her head round his door. 'Are you alright?'
'I'm fine,' the halfa replied, not moving.
'Only, I got a text off Sam saying you were acting funny and - '
'I'm fine!' Danny shouted, sitting upright, glaring at his sister, gripping his bedsheets in his fists.
'Danny, I'm just concer - Danny your sheets!' Jazz cried, pointing to his bed, a hand shooting to her mouth. Danny looked down suddenly. His hands were glowing bright green with energy and he has melted through the covers on his bed. Danny gasped and fell off his bed in shock, his hands returning to normal as he hit the floor.
Jazz ran off to get new sheets, but Danny was just staring at his bed in shock. He'd have to find out what it was that was making him so angry and messing with his powers, or he was going to end up killing someone.
A/N: Yes, short first chapter, but you can't kill me because then there will not be any more evil awesomeness! And that's just plain wrong. Alright, so maybe 3 reviews before update? yes please thank you. I accept anonymous reviews, just so you know! And pocky for all reviewers!