Alright. I seriously apologize for this one. Dunno where it came from.
Diabolical
A Danny Phantom FanFiction by Cordria
The ghost snickered from his hiding spot, watching the drama unfold. Mentally, he patted his back. The latest plan had been an absolutely wonderful: plant Undergrowth in Amity Park. Of course, the hybrid had won, but he had expected that. And the child had started to learn about his freezing powers as well. An interesting new development.
The ghost phased out the building, tearing a hole back to the ghost zone. As he floated towards his lair, the ghost contemplated his next step in his grand plan. He gloated silently; diving low to avoid some of the ghost zone's less reputable. He truly was a genius. Not that anybody would ever suspect him of it. He worked behind the scenes, tweaking little things here and there. Never was he part of the grand plan. Never would anybody realize how powerful he was… until it was too late. That was his true genius.
He thought back to the first thing he had done: tweaking the controls on the Fenton's ghost portal. He had to admit that he hadn't done it with the expectation of creating the young hybrid – that had been a pure accident – but he did get some pleasure in knowing that he was partially responsible for the hybrid's creation.
From there, however, the ghost had meddled more and more, but kept it discrete. A dropped hint to the Lunch Lady about a change in the menu. "Losing" a map of the way to the Fenton Portal in Technus's lair. Setting that ghost dog loose in Amity Park. Allowing Skulker to capture him. Letting that annoying Spectra "force" him to tell her where those ghost bugs were hidden. Even shipping that reality gauntlet to the Guys In White. On and on his list of meddlings grew, and the ghost's smile grew with each one.
Zipping into his lair and carefully shutting the door, the ghost laughed slightly. Even with that tiresome halfa Plasmius sticking his nose into everything, the ghost's plans usually went off without a hitch. Granted, the time that Pariah Dark had gotten out had been frightening, and the disaster with the reality gauntlet had been terrifyingly unpredictable, but usually the plans went off okay.
He started to grab some items off of his workstation. The Fentons were brilliant when it came to ghost technology, and he had quite a few of their inventions to work with. His latest plan would require a few of them, and it was quite risky…
He did need to be a bit more careful from now on, or else the young hybrid would begin to suspect something. The ghost liked to be on the front lines as his plans were set in motion, watching the ensuing chaos, and often the child caught him hanging around. Add that in with the fact that he couldn't stand to just lay around in the ghost zone as his plans were unfolding – thus he was in the human world much more often than a ghost of his assumed power level should be – and somebody would begin to think… But no, they never had and probably never would.
The ghost rolled his eyes. Seriously, people were dangerously dense these days. Just as nobody thought to suspect the pathetic Danny Fenton of being the heroic Phantom, nobody would ever even think of suspecting him of being behind nearly everything ghost-related that had happened in Amity Park over the past year.
But he couldn't afford to be sloppy, even with the relative stupidity of the populace of Amity Park and the ghost zone. He needed to keep up that horrible alter-ego that he used when dealing with other people. The sad "personality" he had created as a cover-up for his true intentions was dismal at best, but it worked. How much longer were they going to fall for his stupid and obsessed act? He wasn't even a good actor – when he got cornered, he resorted to the only idiotic thing that popped into his head. Anybody with half a brain would know that he was hiding something.
The ghost flew back out the door, tore a hole into the human world, and started getting ready to put his next plan to dominate the world in to motion. Carefully and behind the scenes. As always.
He snorted as one last thought crossed his mind before he pushed the subject out of his head. Come on. A box ghost? Who haunts boxes, anyway? That's just stupid.
Written November 10, 2006.
It's better out of my head than in it, I guess.
Thanks for reading.