True Timeline Danny's POV

"Jesus Christ, are we sure that this is Amity Park?" Tucker asked, holding on tightly to my waist. I shook my head. "That's definitely Fenton Works over there, but the rest of the town looks like someone spilled a lot of Miracle Grow." I added.

Sam rolled her eyes but didn't comment.

Tucker shook his head. "…And we are the ones that did this dude. How surreal is that?" Tucker said. "Well, not us." Sam said.

I shook my head. "It's us, just from a different time where everything is different I guess." I shrugged, dropping in altitude slightly.

"…first things first, guys. We find out more about Evil Danny." Sam said. I nodded. "What better way to find out then go home?" I offered, flying in the direction of Fenton Works.

While I knew that this was the same city that I lived in, and that the people and the places were the same, walking into Fenton Works seemed…darker. Pictures on the walls depicted Jazz winning spelling bees, all the way up to her high school graduation. All pictures of me stop at fourteen.

"Freaky." Tucker whistled, holding up a younger version of me wearing large frame glasses, with one front tooth missing, holding a science fair trophy. "You're apparently really smart here."

I crossed my arms, almost jealous. "Probably isn't worrying about grades when he's not busy being evil." I mumbled, kind of shaken that all proof of existence wasn't around after that picture of thirteen-year-old me.

"…They stopped putting up pictures after…"

"The accident." Sam finished.

I sighed, but continued around, walking up the stairs to what I thought was my bedroom. The room itself was pretty empty, as if I hadn't been staying there. Various intellect awards and books dotted the room, with a fine layer of dust coating almost everything. There was a tiny webcam in between some books, but it had been turned off and not looked at since.

I didn't really know what to make of this, but noticed a note pinned to the wall.

Going to live with Tucker.

~Daniel.

It was my handwriting, but neater, more intellectual, and it was a note to my parents. I went to live with Tucker.

"Danny, you're going to want to see this." Tucker called out to me. I phased through the floor to the basement where the lab still was. A table sat in the middle of the room, one corner caked in a dark red blood. Vials and jars with different descriptions lined the shelves, many with my name on them.

A file sat open on one of the desks, Sam and Tucker grimly reading.

I stood next to them, picking up a piece of paper.

"February 11th.

Daniel has once again disappointed me, by not being strong enough to handle a little bit of experimentation with nerves, and by having body seizures in class.

If he can control his ghost form, why can't he control his body? Does he want everything to be exposed?

Punishment tonight. Guys in White will be here to clean up the mess.

Dr. Madeline Fenton.

I gaped at the piece of paper in front of me. "Punishment." Sam whispered. "She performed experiments with your nerves, and expected there to be no side effects? Your mom may be a genius, but she isn't smart." Tucker continued.

I shrugged. "So, he wasn't lying. His mom did this to him." I said.

Sam nodded. "Apparently for a long time."

I looked up. "There has to be more to it. He apparently was living with Tucker. Maybe there is more there that can offer any more clues on how to fix him." I said, grabbing them and flying up.

I looked over the town, coming eye to eye with a plant prison in the distance. "We need to check that out next." Sam told me. I agreed with her, coming to a stop in Tucker's room.

It was the same as back home, only there were two beds, two chairs, and two pairs of extra glasses on the nightstand. Pictures of Sam and I were alongside the three of us, and a bunch of different homework assignments were around.

Tucker's computer was on, a note laying on the side.

Danny-boi:

Password log in is: Damtrash (bc I am Dam Trash #1 tm)

I'd say not to look up any porn, but you have Samantha for all your dirty needs ;)

Love,

Your boyfriend, tUcker.

I blushed, crumpling up the note in my pocket, but entering the password and opening the computer to the desktop.

"Oooh, a video diary! Let's look!" Tucker squealed. "You are having way too much fun with this." I scolded.

I double clicked the file anyway.

.

Flashback (Alternate Tucker vision)

"hello friends! Welcome back to the diary. Today we have Sam cleaning Danny's head wound!"

Danny and Sam looked up at the camera in disgust. "Why don't you tell them why she's cleaning a head wound, Tucker?" Danny asked sweetly.

Tucker grinned maliciously. "Because you two were making out and I scared the shit out of you."

Sam giggled slightly, her face only slightly blushing. "Danny accidently flinched into the shelf."

Tucker pointed the camera up to the slightly dent in the wall below the shelf. "It's always fun being the Cockblock of the group!" Tucker laughed.

"I want him back." Sam whispered, holding one of Danny's t-shirts in her hands. Tucker sat next to her with one arm around her shoulders, hand gently rubbing at her arm.

"I know… we'll get him back, I promise."

"I want to know what his parents did to him. I want them to go to prison, Tucker." She spat, her eyes red with tears.

"You don't think I do too? We've already checked Fenton Works for two months for any sign of him being there. He isn't there. They probably moved him to some unknown facility. It's going to take a little bit more time to find him, Sammy."

"I want my boyfriend back Tucker." Sam cried, bringing her hands up against her eyes.

Tucker looked down at the bed below him, his eyes sad. "I want my best friend back."

"Hi, this is Tucker. I like to think of myself as Danny's best friend and number one supporter of his relationship with my best friend Sam…, recently… well, for about two years Danny has gone through so much, so much mental and physical abuse from his parents, mainly his mother (with his father being a witness but never doing anything), and he is the strongest person I know.

But there has to be a consequence. Danny's mental state has been deteriorating, mainly from the Guys in White messing with his memories when he was held in their laboratory. This recent run in with them was the final nail in his coffin. Sam and I may be the only ones to snap him out of it, but only if we are sane too.

If anyone is watching this, and Undergrowth managed to take to me too…. help us. Danny doesn't deserve this. He deserves so much more than he has right now.

Please don't kill him.

Save us."

"That last one had to be taken before he was controlled. It looked like it was taken on a PDA, near the prison!" Sam whispered.

Tucker and I blinked at the screen. "…that's…wow." Tucker said, his breath caught in his throat.

"…I want to help him." I said. Sam nodded. "Us too. We have all the proof we need that he can be fixed. We just need to get other 'us' uncontrolled."

"And how the hell are we supposed to do that?" I asked.

Tucker cleared his throat. "Well…. you could pretend to be your doppelgänger, Danny." Tucker offered. I gave him a look. "No, seriously. You go after Plant Sam, and Sam will go after the Pharaoh."

I shook my head. "What if they have stuff that can control me. The Pharaoh has the staff and it seems to have a similar property to Freakshow's staff."

Sam was reading out of a journal, grabbed the thick frames off the bedside table and thrust them onto my face. "With those. This Danny used them to battle freakshow. He could look at the crystal ball with those on and not be affected."

My vision was just one huge blur with those on. "I hate this. No wonder I'm evil, I can't see for shit." I muttered, taking them off.

"How am I supposed to convince Plant Sam that I'm her Danny? I mean—our ghost halves look slightly different." I told her. She shrugged, holding up one of the pictures of them. Most of the pictures were in human form, except for one of Sam in a black jumpsuit and a board with Phantom resting on top, smiling at the camera.

I felt a pang of jealousy. Here…he did get the girl. Sam couldn't even look me in the eye knowing that an alternate version of us had gotten together. She would never even attempt to like me in that way.

I transformed, putting the glasses on, shocked to see that I could see out of them. "I mean, it's still blurry, but it's not one huge blob of color." I said.

Sam frowned, going into the closet and getting out some of the other me's clothes. "Dress like him."

I scowled, but nodded, going into the bathroom and shedding my bright colors and putting on Daniel's darkened palette. I looked in the mirror, looking like me, but also looking like him.

I went back into the room, Sam's gaze flitting over to me, and then away at what she was reading. I sighed, but took off the glasses for now, transforming back into Phantom mode, and grabbing them and flying away.

Flying over the prison was a mistake, it seemed, because I was shot down before I cleared the cage. "Oh shit." I mumbled, hitting the ground hard, making myself take most of the blow.

"What are you doing back here, Phantom?" Valerie's harsh voice snapped, though shock rained through her features. "Sam, Tucker? You guys are okay!" Their parents came up to snag hugs, Sam looking more uncomfortable than ever, with me still being held on the ground at gunpoint.

"We aren't them." I told them. Valerie backed up a bit, a scowl on her face. "What do you mean?"

"Clockwork. He's a ghost of time." Sam offered. Tucker nodded, breaking out of his mother's hold. "We are Danny, Sam, and Tucker, but not from this timeline." Tucker finished.

"Meaning, I'm not batshit insane, so please let me get off the ground, Val." I offered. She lowered her weapon, her eyes still mistrusting. "Prove it."

"…Well, I uh- "I stuttered. "I don't know how to prove it to you." I told her.

My mom (well, alternate me's mom) stepped out from the crowd, everyone giving her dirty looks. She walked up towards me, not flinching and stood in front of me. I cocked an eyebrow and crossed my arms.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" I asked. She looked shocked and guilty. The crowd around looked surprised and awed. She nodded. "Yes…if you were my son….it would have." She mumbled, walking away.

I scoffed. "So, it's true. He's this way because of you." I called out. She stopped walking away but didn't turn towards me.

"And you guys wonder why I won't tell my parents. Because of this." I turned, towards Sam and Tucker, who nodded.

"You're cruel…mother. Torturing someone who didn't even know what they were…. especially someone who didn't have the support system I had."

"He could handle it. He handled the tests fine until they showed up." Maddie turned around. "I admit, I was wrong. I should have never treated him the way I did, and this is all my fault, but don't go around spouting off shit like you know what it's like to be like him."

"…Maddie, I do. I am him. I mean, mostly. I'm not smart, I have perfect vision, and I'm not dating Sam, but I'm him. He's a different form of me. He's what I could've been if the situation was different. I know exactly how'd fucking feel if it was me." I shouted at her. Her eyes were wide and sad, and I didn't even care.

"And it's still so hard to yell at you because you may look like my mom, but you'll never be her. I was lucky enough to have a mom who actually cares about me." I finished. She didn't know what to say, but she wouldn't look me in the eye.

"Danny, that's enough." Sam said quietly. Valerie looked impressed. "What's your plan? Are you going to help them?" She asked.

I nodded, transforming and taking the glasses out of my pocket. I could tell I looked different from him slightly, but the resemblance would be enough. "I'm going to pretend to be this Danny to snap Plant Sam out of whatever is going on with her."

Sam stepped up. "I'm going to try to see if I can work through Pharaoh's issues." She said. Valerie again, smiled.

"I'll help. I'd say maybe though, snap Sam out of it first and then let her snap Tucker out of it. It'd work better like that. Then what are you going to do about Phantom? How are you going to kill him?" She asked.

"We aren't. We are going to let Sam and Tucker of this time help him. Then we are going back to our town and hopefully they'll stop messing it up." I mumbled.

Valerie nodded. "Hopefully this works." She whispered. I nodded, looking up at her with a fierce determination.

"It will."

"Okay, so hopefully she's alone, or this really isn't going to work." Valerie muttered, with me sitting on the board at her feet. I nodded.

"I can't go ghost, or that will alert…uh, Daniel." I said. Valerie smirked. "Kinda hard to follow along, huh? Being the same person with the same name and face." She asked.

I nodded. "…Did I ruin your life in that time too?" I asked. She shrugged. "Kinda. It was more the dog. You were just "doing" your "job", as you said."

"…You don't hunt me in that time?" I asked again. She laughed. "I tried, until you exploded in my face about your parents and how I didn't even know what I was talking about. No one knew you were being abused until…. you went insane."

I shrugged, simply, until we were overrun by green vines. Valerie and I had travelled out of the 'Broken' Timeline, into my own, with the others waiting in my timelines Fenton Works until I finished this job. They would be watching via my video feed. Daniel's mom came as well, along with everyone else who had been in the prison.

"…What are you doing, my love?" Sam whispered, holding out a hand before snatching it back. "Why are you with her?"

"To get to you." I cleared my throat, standing up. "You could've flown."

"I didn't want to alert this towns Phantom without talking to you first…Sam."

Her eyes narrowed. "D, you are in love with her in my timeline, talk to her like it." Valerie whispered harshly.

I cleared my throat. "The missions over, Sammy. We can go home." I whispered, stepping one foot out onto the vines.

"Not what I meant." Valerie muttered. I glared at her, fixing the glasses on my face. I could barely see the vine in front of me, I could only hope Sam would catch me if I fall. I stepped fully onto the vine, inching closer to her.

"…What do you mean? We have to finish the plan. We will ru—"

"We already do rule, Sam. You and me. Together. We always have. What we have trumps any dictatorship over the world." I whispered. Valerie flew back a bit, to give a wide girth, but close enough that she could intervene if she had to.

"…" Plant Sam didn't say anything but allowed me to come closer.

The plants flickered in and out of existence, and I knew if I needed to act, I had to act now. "Come on, Sam. Come home with me." I said, finally reaching her and placing my hands on her cheeks.

I could tell that the hold on her was strong, and that it was only weakened by my words. I would have to-oh god. I would have to.

I stopped thinking and brought her lips to my own, the vines flickering out of reality and Other Sam flicking back to a human form, her mouth caught in a gasp as we started to fall.

Valerie caught us just in time, Sam clutching on to my shoulders in fear. "Danny, what—"

"Don't punch him, but he's not your Danny. Your Danny is still lost." Valerie said.

Sam let go of me, but I didn't let that bother me too much.

"We have to save him." Sam shivered, looking at me in gratitude and fear. I nodded. "We will."

Whoops sorry about that wait tho.