Heyo! Second chapter!

Danny: I make an appearance?

Yus, you do!

Reki: Hey, when do I get back to 'If I Kiss You'?

When I say so. NYEH!*sticks tongue out*

CHAPTAH!

STARTO!

[In the existance of the paranormal, there is a group known as the Guys in White. They are a secretive society dedicated to capturing and studying things that cannot be considered anything but abnormal. They are the people who take what goes bump in the night, and silence it forever.]

It was dark, where he lay, that much he knew. Daniel Fenton, currently in his ghost mode known as Danny Phantom, was lying face down on the floor of a window-less room. He'd been ambushed by the Guys in White while in Washington, and had been brought to this secret base of theirs. He'd undergone so much after arriving, Danny was too weak to move, so he simply continued to stare at the crack of light under the door. How long had he been here? More than two weeks, for sure. Where were his friends? Not sure at all. Was anyone going to come for him? Too many questions running through his head, making it spin like a dreidel at Christmas.

Ah, Christmas. He'd forgotten. What would happen when he failed to show up for the Truce party? Ember and Skulker were big fans of the fudge he made and brought for the event. Technus always liked to try dragging him under the mistletoe, only to have Lunch Lady glare at him until Danny was released. Would Johnny and Kitty fight again? He hoped Kitty wouldn't break the punch bowl over Johnny's head again, like last year. That had been a very lovely punch bowl. Though Clockwork could just rewind it again and make it new.

Clockwork. A hot tear squeezed out between his shut eye. Where was the timekeeper? Clockwork was usually the first to respond to Danny. Why hadn't he come to rescue Danny from this awful place? Was he unable to, or did he simply not care? He hadn't come the first time Danny had called for him, when the Guys in White had cut open his chest with a saw and studied his organs. They had wrapped him up like a mummy and put him in this tiny room to heal. A few days after he was better, they'd strapped him to a machine that had forced him to transform back and forth between his modes, leaving him in horrible pain, like he'd just taken a hundred Ghostly Wails to the stomach.

After that, it was one horrible test after another, and Danny was sure they were waiting for him to simply give out and die on them. He wondered what would happen if he did die. Would his soul go to the Ghost Zone? Or was it that he had two souls, human and ghost? Would they get split up? Wasn't that what created Dan? He feared about it for a while, before giving up on thinking, and concentrated on sleep. Sleep healed his body, less than it would had he been healthy, but still. He was contemplating whether he should ask for his clothes back. He was getting cold in the cell, after all.

Danny had laughed slightly when it hit him, that he was probably never going to get out of here; nobody knew where he was, and because of ghost-fighting, he was subject to disappearing for long periods of time. He wanted to be back home. He wanted to go back in time, to when his life wasn't so messed up. Then, the previous day, the GiW had started a test that caused Danny to react in hysterics. He was tossed back in his cell, and left to stew in anger. He'd read a quote once that summed up his opinion of the world at that point: Life's a bitch. After that, he'd dissolved into a powerful fit of rage and insanity, beating the walls with his fists and screaming Ghostly Wails at the walls until they were curved outward. The walls did not break; but he did.

'Intruder alert. Intruder alert. Ecto-plasmic energy has been detected on floor seventeen.' A loud electronic voice called out. Danny watched as shadows passed by the door, men shouting for weapons and paperwork. The GiW were infamous for their inability to do anything without at least ten sheets of form papers. He counted the seconds that passd by, until the alarm was suddenly shut off. He was on edge, heartbeat loud and fast, as he tried to concentrate on the sounds outside his cell. He could now hear very calm voices talking, approaching his door, and then the door was opening-

Skulker grinned down at him, but Danny had no energy to leap back and scream. Only lay there and stare at Skulker blankly, waiting for the mech ghost to make a move. Of course, reality took a left turn off a cliff when the mech picked him up gently and turned, marching away down a corridor full of unconscious guards with Technus by their side, the electronic master frying any technology that attempted to bar their way. Danny stared with wide eyes as several other familiar faces popped out of the walls, and all staring at him; Ember stepped forward with a white lab coat. The GiW apparently had found it un-necessary to cloth the child.

"Hey ghost kid." Ember's voice was very soft as she spoke to the ghost boy, who looked like a comment on his hair would send him into a fit. Despite her efforts, the moment she touched a dried cut on his cheek he broke down into hysterical tears.

Skulker let Ember take the ghost child from him. The frail Phantom was pratically molded against her body, soaking up every last comforting wave of energy he could as he cried. His body was littered with needle marks, scars, and stitches. Tons of stitches, running across his torso, his legs, his arms- DAMMIT! Skulker pounded his fist against the wall, trying not to notice when the child jumped and whined. If it had been him, Skulker would've made it painless, but these humans, this trash decided to make it unbearable to breath for the ghost boy. He seethed.

He picked up Ember and Danny, then nodded to Technus, who disappeared back into the wall. The tech was going to disable the shield so that they could get back to the portal that Reki had opened for them. A weak coughing called his attention to the boy. Danny was staring at him with tired, but suspicious eyes.

"...W-Why...?" Was all Danny could get out. His chest was still in pain from being cut open. A million responses, most of them cheeky, ran through the mech's head, but one slipped out without him thinking.

"Clockwork asked us to." And just like that, Danny felt the edginess in him fade. If Clockwork asked his enemies to rescue him, then the timekeeper had been watching; he had to wait for the pieces to fall into place, wait for the ghosts to gather before he could do anything. The ghosts known as Observants made sure Clockwork did not interfere with the timeline, but Clockwork always found ways, loopholes, to get under their ecto-skin. Danny settled back against Ember, her fiery soul warming his body significantly; he needed warmth. Ember wrapped her arms tighter around Danny, and nodded to Skulker. When two more guards rounded the corner, guns aimed at them, Box Ghost and Lunch Lady flew out and brought down a metal toolbox and a rolling pin, respectively, on the human heads.

Clockwork watched the group with a blank stare. Or as blank a face as Reki had ever seen. He had that look on his face, even as two bursts of high spirit energy erupted into being behind them. Reki turned, and fell down in shock.

Before her were two ghosts she'd only heard about, and never imagined she'd see. Nocturne, the Spirit of Sleep, and Vortex, the Spirit of Weather. They stared down at her, making Reki shrink back. Nocturne looked somewhat like a ram demon, and from what she'd been told about him, Danny was almost unable to defeat him. Vortex was the same, but looked much, much scarier. From what she had been by Sam, Vortex had nearly destroyed the Earth after being angered by Plasmius. Reki slowly edged out from Clockwork's cloak, staring at Nocturne with caution. For a moment, the three stared at each other, suspicion heavy in the air. Then, Nocturne smirked, before he bowed and held out his hand, which had a bright cloud of glowing blue dust in the palm. She frowned and blew it at him, making him laugh.

Clockwork watched them with that same expression-less face, before he looked up. "They're almost here."

Vortex and Nocturne nodded, and with a smooth flow of energy they morphed. Instead of a towering mass of stars and black space, Nocturne was now about the same height as Clockwork. He had dark purple hair that was curved in the shape of his horns, and his red eyes were more human-shaped now. He wore a purple pin-striped sweater with a rolled collar, black fingerless gloves that showed off red-nails, and a pair of black slacks with his star pattern on it. He had on a pair of grey boots. His skin was a light lavender color, the color of just-fading dusk.

Vortex had also changed. He was just about the same height as Clockwork and Nocturne, though slightly shorter by a few inches. His skin was a leaf-green, and his eyes were also more humanistic now, though they were orange, not red. He had his black vest with his insignia on it, and low-riding black pants, held up by criss-crossing belts. He had spiked armbands on his upper arms, and black gloves that had sharp, pointed tips. He wore a pair of Gothic spiked boots. His hair was spiked upwards, save for his bangs, which fell into his face.

"Why did they turn human?" Reki asked, her eyes taking in their appearances. Clockwork finally smiled at her, petting her hair again.

"Because Daniel has only ever fought against them. Should he see an enemy, what other instinct would he have, except to flee?" Reki found no arguement in that, and turned to them. When Vortex created a tiny thunderstorm in his hand, her eyes widened and she leapt closer and giggled insanely as thunder roared from the miniature storm, making Vortex grin at her.

Clockwork looked back to the window at the top of the tower, where he sensed the approaching group. He then snuck a glance at a nearby podium, where a mechanical canister sat, slightly dented and humming with energy. Within this device was the greatest evil known to ghosts, and known well to Clockwork. It shook slightly, as though it had merged with the darkness inside and become a second skin to the creature within. It could sense its' light approaching, knew the light was faded, and knew its' chance was coming, to bid for freedom. Clockwork gave it a sharp look, and as if sensing the hostile glare the canister stopped, and was still. The Time Master sighed and looked to the Gear-Mirror that took up most of the wall.

'I just hope this event does not end like its alternate was predicted.'

End chapter two.

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