Chapter 2: Dan Phantom
Me: Yes I desided to do Dan. This concept on the Ghost Zone has been in my mind for a while.
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He never really though about it, but the thermos was larger than it appeared. It was actually quite roomy. Dan was locked up for what seemed like an eternity, and his ghost core was starting to disintegrate. He felt weak. Ghost cores where like human hearts, they pumped the ectoplasm, threw every ghosts' body. Even if they where only half dead at the moment.
Dan had many attempts to try and escape, but most failed only resulting in the frustration of another failure. And after every failure he felt like it gave him more time to think. More time to dream. Dan didn't like to admit it, but he was more like his old self then he realized.
Both Dan and Danny let their imaginations get away from them sometimes, but now more days, or night, Dan couldn't tell. Dan was dreaming about afterlife, beyond the afterlife. If there was something more to the cycle. And if the Ghost's Zones core really existed. The Human realm had a core and something beyond it's existence. Was the same meant for the Ghost Zone? Was there more than it appeared?
He had always heard rumors about ghost that never showed anymore, because their core had stopped fueling their existence and they went to the afterlife of the afterlife. But does that mean the cycle never ends. Once you become a ghost is your soul lost, are you caught between heaven and hell? Never to be able to choose. Just becoming a discarded soul in a never ending cycle of wandering? But isn't that the same as being damned? Was this just Hell with a fancy label?
Dan knew he didn't have a soul or a heart, he knew he was purposeless, but it didn't mean he didn't care. He wonder if he would be free, about to cross, the gate between The Ghost Zone and eventually back to the human world? Could their be a bridge between the human world and the ghost zone that was permanent, accessible to anyone, or just the few that have a gift?
Now days a lot of questions like that filled his head and he wondered if he was ever really human. Or if he was always destined to be evil. He loved being evil, but decades and decades and decades of thinking could really make you think. Make you soul search for something deeper. If Dan even had a soul. Some times he believed he did and other times he believed he didn't. Either way he wanted that feeling of completeness that you where suppose to feel.
It always mad him think. He hadn't seen himself. Had he gotten flabbier? It's not like he ate. Did he age?
The only thing he could really say he was sure of was that he had a Ghost core and it was burning out, and soon his soul would maybe burn out to.
"How much longer will I have to suffer?" Dan asked as he shut his eyes one last time before his whole ghost form disintegrated.
Dan opened his eyes. He was no longer in the dark thermos anymore, but in a white shapeless void that never ended. It didn't have a beginning and it certainly had no end.
"Where am I?" He shouted as a formless black figure popped out.
"Welcome to the gate." It said as he started to chase after Dan.
Me: I think that is a good place to leave off.
Dan: Well I think it was terrible.
Me: You just don't like admitting that you are a dreamer at heart.