CHAPTER 1 Clear mind

The first thing he had woken up to was the feeling of a warm bed- had he ended up there again- No he didn't hear the rushing of quick foootsteps of people running around- So he wasn't in the hospital again from alchohal poisoning- and the lone fact of just how warm he felt allowed hi to beleive that he was... home- Is that the word? Yeah... that's the word...

Just what was happening to him? who knows... He didn't know anymore nor could he care, he was too tired to do anything- he was still somewhat fucked up from the night before.

What all did he even do last night? All he could remember was smoking Ghost Nip, but after smoking- it all got... hazy blurry if one had to 'clarify' it. But waht all he wanted to know is what did he do again last night? It didn't end him in the hospital at least.

He groans softly as he slowly sits up- his stomach learching- where was he- oh... he was There again- Oh well, he knew this place well enough to go out of the room and go to the bathroom- well at least find the dman thing.

His mind had wandered again because the next thing he noticed was that he was in the bathroom now, staring at the mirror- gently putting a hand on his face.

Jus thow much had he fallen in these few short years...? Heros shouldn't resort to all the things he's doing, They don't resort to drugs they don't do bad things, and yet he does it all.

He smokes he drinks, he did all the bad things he knew he shouldn't do- But it all made him feel just so... alive..

And so the conclusion he had abruptly came to was that he was never even alive to begin with- and that he was never a hero to start with, after all, he did a lot of bad things... Perhaps all the stuff the others told him- about how he should stop playing Hero- was right?

Yes... He had finally concluded that he was a hero no longer- He was broken and he had fallen too far to ever be redeamed- He was damned.

After all, all ghosts are evil- and he was no acception.

He sighs softly before shaking his head to hopefully clear his mind before he notices just how messy his hair was- but he couldn't bring himself to care. All he needed was to take a quick shower to get the smell of booze and sex off of him before he grabs his clothes and go back to the human plane and so he does as he had just listed- Getting in the shower- tkaing a quick one to clean himself, dissapearing right afterwards to get himself his clothes- and get dressed before heading to the portal in the Fenton lab- He wanted to get some more sleep before they noticed he never came back again during the night.

For some reason the Fentons were just so ... worried- But he couldn't care they weren't his family anymore- nto since that fight they had- what was it even about anyways?- Oh.. thats right...

The memories hit him hard as his eyes laze over- the memories playing in his mind..

Flash back- The leaving

A low growl leaves my throat as I glare at my family and my only friends, I then growl out lowly "I'm sick of it... I'm done! For all I care, I'm not a Fenton! I have no stupid friends or family!" I hiss this out, blinded by anger, I dart for the front door, running out in the rain, though, I guess it must be freezing rain, though.. the cold never really bothered me, remember, Ice Core.. duh.

Though, it must be irony here at the moment, or something or someone up there loves to do things like this, after all, its raining the day I get tired of all the things that have been happening to me beacuse of my f- no, because of the Fentons; I remind myself this sharply as I remember quickly that I had just disowned my fami- I mean, the Fentons, and, I guess I just broke the bonds I had with them, my old friends, though, I guess I just couldn't care anymore.

What? Let me guess, you guys are wondering how this came to be?

Well it all started out to be a pretty damn normal day for me.

Waking up at the ass-crack of dawn because some stupid ghost, AKA the Box ghost, escaped the the Zone again (Seriously, remind me, how in the hell does that fat man even get out of the Zone?) thus forcing me to leave my bed. Of course I placed all my agression on him and actualy ranted about how the ghosts were ruining my life.

Causing my grades to drop, making me get in serious trouble with my parents all the time, breaking curfew, skipping classes, late to school, missing assignments, nnot being able to actually complete my homework. Along with making my parents think I'm crazy,

( Blame that on the brat... Young Blood. Seriously,a ghost only kids can see? Or at least unmature people can see... kind of stupid am I right? Yeah, prtty sure I am... Back to my memories now eh?)

Well, then there was the whole 'Making everyone hate me and putting me up as the Number One Enemy, or something like that. Then there was also kidnapping my class, (Yet again Walker) putting up a wanted poster and reward for my capture (Seriously Vlad... that was pathetic. Then again, you do want to kill... Jack and marry Maddie. So I guess its not as pathetic as that right? Pretty sure its not. you're probly still as loopy as ever, even though I'm a 'runaway' Tch. You probably made a move on Mo- I mean... Maddie) What else? Trying to date Jazz, hm... Using me to get your boyfriend jelous. Seriously people? Was I that stupid not to be able to see that shallow girl was over shadowed? I guess I was pretty stupid.

But I guess I can't complain. So after the Box Ghost, I went home, layed down it bed. It was around... 4:30 in the morning when anotherr ghost, AKA the worst hunter in the Ghost Zone- Skulker, showed up bragging about new upgrades and saying this time he could get my pelt for sure this time. Lets just say, he went back to the Zone... In pieces. And let me tell you, it was fun shipping him off to Kelmper's Lair... I hope he had fun

What else happened that day..

Well I guess my nerves were finally fried because I snapped at soome of the teachers, actually fought back against the blonde idiot, And then when I got home, my parents were basically absorbed into their ghost hunting bullshit. then they started to talk about the ghost boy. And then, they started to talk about my human half after trash talking about my ghost half. Maddie had said that I was doing terrible in school, along with how unmotovated I was, too lazy to do chores, not bright enough to even ghost hunt. And that my friends is when I snapped at my parents. Then, Sam and Tucker showed up WHILE I was yelling at my parents. And guess what they did? They back stabbed me and backed my PARENTS up?! They said I shouldn't take my anger out on my parents?! They didn't know how I fucking felt! My whole life was RUINED from the start because of them! Everyone looked down at me, or looked at me like I was freak because my parents were the biggest idiots in the town, obsessed with something that wasn't even real- that would be ghosts. Other poeple looked at me with stupid pitty, because of me being related to the jack pot Fentons. Then there was all the berating my teachers did, always compairing me to JAZZ?! They said I should be 'as bright as your sister, she's the best at bla blah blah' Then getting hurt every day, being Dash's favored punching bag, along with having to hunt ghosts, dealing with my parents constantly yelling at me becuase of curfew among other things. And having your pareents out to, oh you know, DESTORY AND FREAKING EXPERAMENT ON YOU?! Well, thats basically it, oh then walking in on your parents talking shit baout both halfs of you?

Tell me, who in the hell wouldn't fucking snap?

And so, I ended up fighting big time with both the Fentons and my old friends. I thought friends were supposed to back you up... not treat you like shit and walk all over you? So, I ran away and ended up somehow becoming famous because of my singing voice? Eh, someone smart would try to stay behind the scenes. But me? Nope. I did the risky thing. Hiding in plain sight... Who knew how stupid people were, not seeing that I was right infront of them..,

End flashback

He sighs softly before he starts to think about just how he was ever found by his producer- He remembers that day clearly- He had been starving and he had ran out of money so he took his old guitar he had...'obtained' to play some music and sing- and of course he didnt' know there was a musical tallent person looking for something new and something fresh- and that person had JUMPED at the chance of a new hot teen singer- who was 'better' than Ember McLane

And so, that was how he Danny Fenton, had become Chip Skylark, then again they're just names so he had no reason to relaly worry about his title- not like it woulde be useful here in the past anyways.

He shivers softlyas he looks into a mirror- only for a angry face to greet his eyes- Blood red eyes with white hair- eyes narrowed with his lips curled back as he pounds agains thte glass- screaming at the black haired and blue eyed teenager- Chip sighs softly and mumbles "I hate you- All you do is just look angry... broken... and its pathetic Phantom... Real pathetic." Chip snorts before walking awa- smirkign slightl- He was closer to the proverbial edge sicne the innicent with Dark Dan but did he truely care now? No- He was jsut too numb, intoxicated from the danger and he loved it- It made him feel so alive he wasn't really fearing about falling apart by the seams anymore.

And truth betold? He was never Phantom's to begin with- Phantom was just an imperfect imposter of what all he wanted to become.

END CHAPTER 1

- Well, A wild update has appeared for everyone... Eh... I need a beta to check my spelling.. but right now?/ I don't care because I have to start to go into class. All of this was done before class started.. soo... I'm kinda experimenting- seeing how well I can do things while spitting out new chapters quickly and doing them nicely... So this will be fun I suppose? Ha. See ya later! Ugh...