What happened? Well, I'll tell ya. School happened. And not just any school: high school.

So, yeah. I updated. But maybe not as soon as I would have liked too. And I probably would not have done it without all of your reviews. Thanks for that.

Oh, well. On with the story!

"Soooo..." Doofenshmirtz started, trying to start a conversation with the ghost that was plastered to his Inator.

The ghost looked up at him pointedly. "So what?"

"Um... you're a ghost."

The ghost chuckled. "Yeah? I know I'm a ghost."

Doofenshmirtz could not contain the excitement. He had to give in to the evil urge to shout his motives to the heavens. "Which means my Inator worked! I, Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz, have successfully captured a ghost, and together he and I shall take over the Tri-State Area!" His arms were in the air and his eyes were squeezed shut as he finished.

The ghost boy's eyes widened in shock at the end of Doofenshmirtz's spiel. Then an amused grin broke out on his face. "Whoa, calm down dude. You're starting to sound like some of ghosts I fight. It's not always a good idea to shout your evil intentions to the sky with your enemy right in front of you."

Doofenshmirtz's excitement ended in a flash. "Enemy?" he asked the ghost. Surely this ghost would not hesitate to join him and his evil genius.

"Well, yeah. Your ghost magnet kind of plucked me out of the sky. I have things to do, you know."

Doofenshmirtz's heart was sinking fast. "Did you say ghosts you fight...?"

"A-are you serious? You don't know who I am?" the ghost spluttered.

"I don't believe so."

The ghost thought for a moment, then his face broke into a wide grin. "Cool! I'm trapped in the one part of the country that DOESN'T know who Danny Phantom is! Sweet!"

Doofenshmirtz's face fell. "Danny Phantom? You don't sound very evil..."

"Not all ghosts are evil, Doctor. Also, since I'm probably not going to join you, can I go now? Maybe you could wait for some other ghost to come along and help you take over your city."

There was no way Doofenshmirtz was about to give in to the ghost's request. He still had to learn more. "So what you're saying is, you're a good ghost?"

"I guess..." Danny Phantom replied. "I mean, I try to be good."

Doofenshmirtz cursed his luck. Out of all the ghosts he could have captured, he had to capture the good one.

"Curse you, forces of good!" Doofenshmirtz yelled.

"Wait, so you consider yourself evil?" Phantom asked.

"I am the ultimate evil, ghost!" Doofenshmirtz stated proudly.

"Ha ha. The irony in this conversation is killing me." the ghost said drily.

"What-"

"So you're like an evil scientist, then?" Phantom interrupted. He suddenly appeared nervous.

"Yeah..."

"Seriously? I thought guys like you only existed in, like, cartoons or something. I mean, I pretty much know an evil scientist, but he doesn't go around saying he's evil. Plus he's the mayor of my town."

"How did he become mayor?" Doofenshmirtz asked. An evil scientist who didn't say he was an evil scientist already gained control of his town? Doofenshmirtz was being put to shame left and right!

"Err… I can't tell you. Oh, um, I mean I don't know!"

Doofenshmirtz wasn't always obtuse when it came to interacting with other people (or in this case, a ghost). He knew that the ghost was lying. A Plan B started forming in his mind. If he couldn't get the ghost to join him, then maybe he could get the ghost to tell him about the evil scientist he knew. Then maybe he could combine forces with that unnamed man and teach him how to be properly evil!

"Hold on, I'll be right back," Doofenshmirtz said to the ghost, then dashed inside. He made his way to the Little Ghost Hunter's kit he had received in the mail from those same ghost busters from Illinois. He shuffled through the box, pulling out random guns and technology that he hadn't gone through yet. Jack-O-Nine Tails, Booomerang, Fenton Thermos… ah, the Fenton Ghost Knocker-Outer. That was the gun he was looking for. He grabbed a sharpie and scribbled out the name Fenton and wrote Inator on the end. That was better.

He dashed back to the ghost, who was presently whistling absentmindedly. The ghost perked up when he noticed Doofenshmirtz's return, but became suspicious when he noticed the gun in his hands.

"Uh, what exactly do you plan on doing with that?"

Doofenshmirtz just grinned and pointed the gun. "Behold, the Ghost Knocker-Outer Inator!"

The ghost looked confused for a second, and then a curious expression dawned on his face. "Hey, how did you get my parents'-"

Unfortunately, Doofenshmirtz did not hear the rest of the ghost's sentence, because he had already shot the gun. The ghost was out cold. Oh, well. He could always ask the ghost about it later. But for now, it was time to get his Ghost-Container-Inator.

Danny awoke on cold tile. Disoriented, he weakly arose to a hands and knees position. Okay, Fenton. Think. How did you get here? And if necessary, how do you escape? Danny's head spun, and he groaned. It took him a couple of seconds to gain his bearings. Square container. 5x5x5 foot interior. Green edges. Oh, crud. He was in his parent's ghost containment unit.

Panicking, Danny hastily looked over himself. Double crud! He'd switched back to Fenton while he was asleep! He quickly turned back, wondering if anyone had seen him. He stiffened when he noticed a silhouette in the shadows outside of the container.

"How did you do that?" the figure asked.

Danny held his breath.

A/N: Evil chapter! Muahahahaha! Don't worry, I'll try to update soon. Maybe.

By the way, the next chapter will probably be in Danny's POV only.