DISCLAIMER: Once again, I state that Danny Phantom and all related characters belong to Butch Hartman. I am just a simple fanfic writing girl. Thank you...

Meanwhile, far away from the outskirts of Amity Park, a human male...one in his early 50s was busy looking at a local newspaper inside an abandoned warehouse.

"Local Hero Danny Phantom Saves Children From Burning Building." Freakshow read the paper in disgust, "It sickens me. The kid saves the world from a giant flying rock once and automatically they worship him like some sort of god. It makes me sick. Ugh...I hate ghosts."

He then noticed the strange look his partner-in-crime, Lydia was giving him.

"Except for you, of course." the insane ringleader replied, "You have never given me any reason to hate or distrust you. I suppose some ghosts do have their purposes...Isn't that right?"

Freakshow then glanced over at the cage sitting in the dark corner of the abandoned warehouse. Inside, a faint ghostly glow could be seen along with a pair of blood-colored eyes. The ghost blinked its eyes in a sort of daze as if just waking up from being tranquilized.

The insane ringleader grinned with a twisted glee. When Lydia had told him of the rumors about a monster in the Ghost Zone, one with a power that was enough to send even the bravest of the alternate dimension's citizens into shudders, he couldn't contain his excitement any longer.

"Of course, I never expect the rumors to be true." he mused to no one in particular, "But, you, you truly are a monstrosity. Vicious, brutal, you lash out and attack anything that moves. And, you revel in the thought of tearing innocent lives apart."

The ghost hissed, "What do you want from me?"

Freakshow laughed in response, "Why, I want you to help me. I suppose you...no, wait I'm positive you know of the infamous Danny Phantom, right?"

"We've met..." the ghost replied idly.

"Ah, good." the insane ringleader nods, "Then, I suppose that means you want to kill him as well?"

"Please," scoffed the poltergeist, "why should I help a pathetic human like you? If I wasn't still groggy from that dart you hit me with and I wasn't in this pathetic anti-ghost cage, I would've devoured you by now. It's been ages since I last tasted human flesh."

Freakshow adjusted the collar of his shirt nervously. Human flesh? Did this...this thing inside the cage actually consider human beings as a food source?

"Is this the thanks I get for releasing you from your prison?" he finally asked in annoyance, "If anything, you should be grateful. I could've just left you in that puny container for all eternity."

The ghost merely sneered in response. This human was right, he hated his old prison. But, he couldn't say being trapped in a cage was much better.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kill you the moment you set me loose?" he asked.

Freakshow laughed in response. The ghost didn't like that. He hated it when humans laughed. Humans weren't supposed to laugh at the thought of being torn limb from limb. He blinked groggily as the insane ringleader held up what looked like a remote control.

"This is why." replied the insane ringleader, "See, while you were tranquilized, I implanted an ecto-bomb inside your body. It's amazing what you can steal from the Guys In White, isn't it? Erm, anyway, if you choose to disobey or try to kill me, all I have to do is push this little button here and you'll be reduced to ectoplasmic goo splattered on the walls."

"And, if I try to remove it?" the ghost asked.

Freakshow smirked, "Oh, it will detonate if you or anybody else tries to remove it as well. So, which is it? Working with me and destroying Danny Phantom once and for all...or being a stain on the carpet?"

"Fine." the ghost hissed, "I'll help you...for now..."

Author's Notes: Thank you everybody so much for the reviews. They really mean a lot to me. Anyway, the next chapter is coming soon...