jesus im an asshole xD

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"What do you mean?" The girl, Jacklyn, asked. Even though she phrased it in concern, it made my anger flare up.

"I mean, I. Don't. Know. Who. You. Are." I snapped. She flinched and held her arms out. "Look, we can help."

"I don't want your fucking help." I hissed, taking a step back when she tried to come near me. "You need it." She said simply, motioning to someone behind me. Before they could do anything, I kicked my leg up and out, colliding with the person about to inject tranquilizers in my neck.

"I dare someone to try that again." I warned, white hot energy forming at my hands. "Jacklyn, stop." The pregnant woman said.

"Hey, look. We are your family. Okay? You live here. You live with us. My name is Sam." She whispered. "This baby is yours. Okay? Danny are you with me?" She continued gently. The energy dissipated.

"Amity Park. This is your home. Your life." She continued. "Don't freak out, okay? Just, let us explain."

I took a shaky breath. "I-I don't. I don't know anything. I can't be here." I freaked out, and turned and ran down the street, paramedics chasing me. One thing I remember, is that I can fly. I immediately took off into the air, flying as far as I could, as long as I could, before touching down in a random wooded area.

"Son? You okay?" An accented voice said. I turned around sharply, a dark figure leaned against a tree. "You don't look okay. Why don't you let me help you with that?"

He came into the light, wearing a bright white suit and sunglasses, even though it was dark outside. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Just call me A. I'm going to give you some advice. You need to come with us. We can keep you from doing harm to others and yourself, and maybe you'll figure out who you were."

"I'm going to tell you your name, okay?" He said. "Phantom. Danny Phantom. Aka, Daniel Fenton. They weren't lying to you." He said calmly. "You also killed dozens of people within my facility." He said, his eyebrows lowering.

Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to run, and as soon as I tried, I was shot at by guns. "You can run, Phantom, but now that I've figured out who you are, and what you did, I will not stop until I figure out how to end you." He screamed into the sky, his voice chasing after my figure flying away.

I didn't know why I was so scared, but I kept flying. I flew a really long time.

Two weeks later.

"Hey Daniel, can you do stock in the back for me?" Linda asked me, and I wiped my hands on my apron from doing the dishes. I nodded, already heading back to the back.

I was in some small down in Eastern Indiana, and I was a state and a half away from my 'hometown'. I still didn't remember anything, but I knew that I was in danger. I made sure to disappear completely off of the map.

I finished stock, and came back to the front of the restaurant, surprised to see the people who had tried to help me sitting at a booth, looking disheveled and upset. "Can you wait on them, sweetie pie? Marty is on break, and I have to count cash." Linda asked. I nodded again, taking out a notepad, brushing my bangs out of my eyes. I pulled my beanie closer to my face and walked over.

"What can I get you?" I asked in a quiet voice. The girl with the purple eyes peered up at me, her eyes full of suspicion. She was the only who looked at me.

"Coffee please." The male with the beret said. "Same here as well. And some fudge. Do you sell fudge?" The sad adult with the orange jumpsuit said. "...Call me if you guys figure out what you want."

I went to walk away when I was pulled by my wrist, facing the familiar purple eyes again. "May I ask you a few questions? About someone who could've come into here recently." She asked.

I nodded, knowing that she already knew it was me. "Of course." I said, walking away with her. "Danny, what are you doing here?" She hissed. "Escaping this crazy lunatic named A." I muttered. "I was attacked after he told me I killed dozens of people. And recently, I've been having dreams of killing people, so." I coughed.

She sighed. "Danny, you are messed up in the head. I don't know who did this to you, but I'm going to find out." She whispered. I nodded and she went back to her seat. I immediately went into the back, grabbing my hair and pulling on the strands. My head hurt suddenly and all I saw was white.

"Oh come on Dan-Dan!" A little girl's voice said. I turned around, feeling much shorter than usual.

"Sammy!" I heard myself say. The little girl with black pigtails and big purple eyes. "Are you gonna help me?" She asked, her smile wide. Her fingers clutched the bright pink dress tightly.

"Will your mommy be mad?" I said, my voice high pitched and small. I was holding a paintbrush that dripped black paint.

"Yes! But I don't care." She said, holding her arms out spread wide. "Tucky should be helping." I added.

"He'd tattle." She shrugged. I giggled and brought the brush right down the center of the dress.

"Daniel? Are you okay, boy?" Linda's voice broke through the memory. "Yeah, I'm okay." I breathed heavily. "Okay...There is a man asking for you." Linda said.

"...Oh. Okay." I said, walking out to the front. I froze, and my heart stopped pumping.

A was standing in the middle of the room, staring at me with a smirk on his face. "May we speak outside?" He asked, and I looked to the girl. Sam, I remembered.

I nodded and walked slowly towards the outside, standing at the door. "Just leave me alone." I hissed in fear. "I don't remember anything!"

"Yes, but you still must pay for what you've done." He said, pulling a white gun out of his suit pocket. "This won't kill you, but it could kill her." He said, pointing it towards Sam.

"What? No-"

"Then you have to come with me." A said. I didn't want to go, but I didn't want Sam to die. I rushed to the window, being shot from behind. The bullet actually flew through my body and shattered the window, making the guests inside scream. "Oh my god!" Sam said, and I looked down, my chest bleeding heavily.

I coughed, blood running out of my mouth. I turned around to A, who smirked. "Maybe it can kill you. Let's find out-"

"FREEZE." An officer said, gun raised at A. Agent A sighed. "Look, this is just business. I work for the government same as you." A spat.

"You don't shoot random people on the street and get away with it. Okay?" The officer said when A put his gun down. "Good thing he isn't random." He said, raising the gun quickly back to me.

I blacked out.

"Danny?" I heard and I groaned, opening my eyes to a white room. I was definitely in a hospital, by the annoying beeping in the background.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sam's voice came into my mind. I blinked my eyes over to the side and saw her sitting there, her stomach large, and a worried expression on her face. I nodded, reaching for her hand.

"What happened?" I asked, with her hand in mine. She smiled softly. "Agent A got arrested after shooting you." I nodded.

"Do you have any memories at all?" She asked hopefully.

"I have a couple. Of you. I helped you paint a pink dress black. I remember killing all of those people, and I remember that I hate Christmas." I said.

She laughed. "At least you have some. What about the baby?" She asked. I sighed. "I don't know. Something's trigger things that trigger memories. I don't remember much about, you know, us." I said. "I only know that when I look at you….well….I feel like nothing else matters." I whispered.

She grinned and I pulled her hand towards me, throwing my arms around her. "I know that we had something, but I don't remember wha-"

I hissed as my head burst into pain. I hadn't realized that I had started screaming until doctors came in to sedate me.

As I blacked out, I looked at Sam, who was watching worriedly from the corner, until her eyes furrowed in pain.

Tucker shook his head. "Sam know?" He asked hesitantly.

"No." I snapped. I was still a bit salty that she left all of a sudden. Tucker sighed. "You have to tell her…" He said. I shook my head. "No, she can just go fuck herself with her new French boyfriend." I hissed.

I pulled out my razor and phased one of the blades out of it. Nobody would notice it that was, but if I stepped on it and broke it, they would know.

I slid the sharp end across my wrist, reveling in the pain it brought. I made a few more cuts and then put the blade down, looking down at my skin.

"Kid you just made this a helluva lot harder." Y said, not noticing the phone I had dropped on the floor.

"I'm sorry, please." He injected me with liquified blood blossoms, and panicked when he saw the phone. "No don't I can't take this anymore." I screamed as he shut off the phone.

I flipped us over so that Sam was lying on her back, looking surprised up at me. "I don't want to get out, if you know what I mean."

At that, Sam burst out laughing. "I honestly hate you."

I woke up with a start, sweaty and my heart beating fast. "I remember." I whispered, looking around. There was no one in the room, and it was dark. I almost started screaming because I remember, I remember everything.

I got out of bed, ignoring the pain in my chest, and opened the door slightly. "Ms. Manson is still having contractions, and she is almost dilated." A doctor said. I stopped breathing.

Sam was having Oliver. Sam was having my baby right now and I almost missed it. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked really pale and dead but I didn't care. Right now all I cared about was Sam and Oliver. I looked around my hospital room, seeing a bag in the corner. Jeans, a white t-shirt, converse, and a grey beanie.

I pulled those on, looking out the window. I shoved the beanie on my head and walked out as normally as I could. As soon as I did, a nurse went into my room, and quickly went back out, rushing past me. I went out of the recovery ward and into the waiting room, where Tucker and my family was sitting. They looked worried and joyful all at once and I didn't stay for hellos. I just went straight into maternity.

"Daniel Fenton, you should be in your room." A nurse said, the same one who went to my room. "Look, my son is being born right now and I'm not missing it." I spat. "...You remember? We were under the impression that you didn't." She said, staring at me but eventually sighed. "...Fine. Room 111." She said, pointing me down the hall. "I hope you didn't irritate the wound." She scolded, but walked away to inform the doctor.

I went into Sam's room and sat down in the chair next to her. Her eyes were closed and she was clammy. "So, who is it?" She mumbled.

"Me." I said, smiling when she opened her eyes in surprise. "Oh my god." She whispered, smiling wide. "Did you sneak out of your room?" She laughed.

I nodded, snorting a bit. "As soon as I found out. I actually thought I was going to miss it." I laughed, taking her hand. "I remember." I told her. She looked at me in shock.

"You do?" She whispered. I nodded, and suddenly my hand was in pain. "Ow, ow, ow SAM LET GO." I yelled and her eyes were closed tight with pain.

"Haha, sorry." She said weakly. "He's definitely close to coming." She continued. I nodded. "Can't wait….except that I can, because then you have to go back to France…." I whispered sadly. She nodded.

"And then I have three months or so until I come back." She said, kissing my knuckles. I smiled fondly when the doctor came in. "Alright, Miss Manson. Are you ready?" A female doctor said, her label saying Dr. Trist.

"Is it already time?" I asked. Sam nodded. "You were out for a good seven hours." Sam smiled weakly. "I can't really do blood." I mumbled as the Doctors got ready for the birth. Sam rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding?" She asked, stiffening suddenly.

"I'm just going to stay up here." I said, sitting by her head. She rolled her eyes again.

"Okay, Manson, when I say push, you push. Got it?"

"Am I an idiot, doctor?" Sam glared.

"She get's it." I reassured.

A good while later, the entire room was filled with the cries of Oliver. Sam's face broke out into a weak smile as the doctors held him up, and I smiled too. I almost missed this. Sam laughed as Oliver opened his eyes to reveal big blue ones.

He has my eyes.

"He's so cute." Sam said weakly. "We'll get him cleaned up first and then you guys can hold him okay? We want to make sure there were no defects due to the father's condition." Dr. Trist said gently. I nodded, Sam's hand in mine squeezing in fury.

"Are you saying he is a freak?" Sam spat. "Sam, it's okay. I was worried about it too." I said.

"At least he's at least in the world now." Sam said, tired. "Okay, so, Ms. Manson. The nurses are going to take you to get cleaned up and then when you get back, Oliver will be here. Would you like to notify the people outside?" Trist asked.

Sam nodded. "I wouldn't let them in yet, let the two boys have a little bit to themselves, but tell them that Oliver is here and that they are almost ready to see him." Sam smiled at me and I gulped.

I sat back down as they led Sam in a wheelchair out of the room. Soon after, Oliver was back. The nurses showed me how to hold him. "Don't worry, or be nervous." They told me as they sat him down in my arms. They smiled and congratulated me, leaving the room.

"Hey buddy." I whispered. Oliver just looked up at me with wide eyes. Eyes that matched mine. "I guess you are going to be my little mini me, huh? Well, maybe in looks."

His eyes flashed green.

"And ghost powers." I laughed. "But I think personality wise, you are going to be just like your mom." I told him. He opened his mouth and flung his arm out of the blanket. I laughed and just held him for awhile, until Sam came back, dressed in pants and a t-shirt, and hair damp from a shower.

"Aw, look at my two boys." She whispered, being wheeled over by the nurse. "Can I hold him?" She asked. "Yeah, I've had my turn." I joked. She smiled fondly and I gave her Oliver.

"Jeez, he looks too much like you already." She laughed. I shrugged. "You should go tell your parents that they can come meet him." She said. "And that you have your memories back." I nodded, and stood up, sitting back down when I was dizzy. "Danny are you okay?" Sam asked.

The nurses quickly checked me over, checking the bandage. Sure enough, the stitches had torn. "I'm fine." I said weakly. "No, you've already lost a lot of blood. Mr. Fenton, we will need to put you in the operating room once again. We don't know why but the wounds aren't healing properly." She said.

I wheezed and held my hand up. "No, I'm fine. Whatever is happening has to do with the fact the leader of the Guys in White shot me with something probably treated with some anti-ecto bullshit. Need I remind you that I murdered dozens of them." I muttered darkly. Sam bit her lip.

"He's had a rough past, but Danny you should-Danny?" I had zoned out a bit, but started to sway. "What?" I mumbled, collapsing the ground. "Mr. Fenton, honestly. Why must you refuse to get better."

"I can't get better." I mumbled, blacking out once again.

When I opened my eyes, I was back in my hospital room, and I was alone. The annoying beeping was in my ears once again as I sat up, and took in my surroundings. I took out my own IV and stood up, rubbing at my chest. The bleeding hadn't stopped, much to my surprise. The bandage was still prickling with blood and it had been long after the fact.

This wasn't an ordinary bullet like everyone but me believed. It was probably laced with something...blood blossoms, or anything.

A pang of pain rushed through my head and I groaned, gripping it. I opened the door quietly, surprised to see everyone, including Sam, waiting outside.

"I don't know….but the bleeding isn't stopping. At this rate, he will bleed out." A nurse explained to them. "Why can't you do anything?" My mother demanded.

"All we know is that we've done everything we can, and now its up to his body. The stitches keep breaking, and his body refuses to heal."

"What triggered his memories?" Sam asked.

"Again, we don't know. While his powers may be a gift, and he's saved many lives with them, they may also be making him not heal. We've never dealt with someone like him before." The doctor said.

The nurse scoffed in disgust. "Someone like him? In my honest opinion, he is a freak of nature, everything that he does is an error in the circle of life. He is living and dead at the same time. We don't need anyone like him in the world." She spat.

My mother gasped, and Tucker held back Sam. "Do you know everything he's gone through?" She demanded.

"Yes, and he's a coward." She said once again. "That's quite enough, Emily. That was out of line and you know it." The doctor said coldly, his eyes lowering.

I had heard enough and closed the door, despair rising in my chest. It's true...Everything she said.

I decided to tell them how I felt at the last minute, opening the door. "I need to get to the airport soon, but I'll call you when I make it." Sam said. "Tell me when I land when he wakes up. I don't want to turn around." Sam said, hugging everyone and turning around out of the hospital. "How long was I out?" I muttered to myself, and I then heard a little cry. A little baby cry.

I turned around in the room, pausing at the cradle I saw.

I hadn't been alone after all.

I went over to the cradle and looked inside at my son, who had woken up and was looking at me with large blue eyes. I looked back at the door where my girlfriend, and the love of my life, was leaving me and my son. Alone.

Where everyone out there though I was a freak. And a coward.

The air dropped in temperature and I turned around, glad I was dressed in at least pajama pants. "Great One." Frostbite greeted happily. "Word had gone around and we had been contacted when you hadn't woken up after a week and you wouldn't heal. We are here to escort you to the Far Frozen. We'll talk to the doctor as well." Frostbite continued, Blizzard and Ice-Breaker appearing at his side. I nodded. "Can we take him as well? I don't plan on coming back for a while." I said quietly. Frostbites eyes narrowed in concern but nodded nevertheless.

"We shall take him with us and make a nursery for him. It would be our honor, King Phantom." Frostbite smiled and walked out the door as Oliver was placed in my arms and we teleported out.

"This will be your quarters, Master Phantom. Frostbite also wants you to be in Ghost form as he returns. Our healers will be up in a moment, and I will send word for a crib." Blizzard said. "We can make the room that connects to this one the nursery if you'd like." He added hastily. I nodded.

"Thank you Blizzard." I smiled, holding Oliver close to me.

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I apologize for lack of update. I'm going to post what I've been working on for awhile instead of this soon xD