Well, it's time to update this morbid fic.

Danny: But I don't wanna be a villain!

Me: Buck up!

Vlad: But I don't wanna be dead!

Valerie: Me neither!

Me: Val, shut up before you spoil the rest of the chapter! Vlad, shut up before I hurt you.

Ernest: Quack!

Me: Eh, might as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own the normally happier Danny Phantom show. I only own the story, Jerry, Monica, Stacy, and Chad.

Valerie: And Lucius!

Me: Stop spoiling!


The Chronicles of the Replacements.

It was just another boring day at Casper High, or at least it started out that way. I was walking down the halls to my locker while nervously looking around. When I finally got there, somebody covered my eyes and giggled bubbly.

"Guess who?" the perky voice asked.

"Do I get three guesses like last time?" I asked in mild annoyance "If so, then it's Stacy Cheung, Stacy Cheung, and lemme think...Stacy Cheung?" The Chinese girl removed her hands in defeat, folded them across her chest and pouted.

"Aw, you're no fun!" Stacy said. For those of you who don't know her, she has black hair with bangs in a ponytail and sky blue eyes. She was wearing khaki capris, white sneakers with pink decals, and a red oriental-style shirt. I slowly took my books out of my locker, but Stacy kept pulling on my arm. She's a good friend, but she's sickeningly impatient.

"C'mon, Jerry." She whined "We're gonna be late for lunch!"

"Okay, okay! I'll hurry it up!" I said, irked. "Is it even possible to be late for lunch?"

"At this school it is." Stacy answered poignantly. As I got my books, she ran off into the cafeteria yelling, "Last one who gets there has to eat a turfwich!" Sighing, I chased after he until I reached our usual table at in the cafeteria. She stood there waving her hands wildly singing, "You have to eat a turfwich!" Sometimes, I think my little sister is more mature than her.

"It's okay!" said a brunette, muscle-clad boy with periwinkle eyes. "He loves turfwiches!"

"Hey! Don't make fun of my vegetarianism Chad!" I snapped as I took my seat. A girl with wavy brunette hair in a ponytail, lighter than Chad's, placed a hand on my shoulder and looked at me reassuringly.

"Don't worry about it Jerry." She said. "You know he's kidding."

"Don't worry about worrying Monica!" Stacy chimed in. "He's always like that. He has his father's temper and his mother's taste buds." I took out my lunch, a peanut butter sandwich, fruit punch, cashews, and a pineapple cup, and started eating. Soon everyone else started eating his or her respective lunches.

"So Jerry," Chad said as he tore into his cheese steak sandwich. "Did my twin brother beat you up yet?"

"Nope!" I said happily as I nibbled on some cashews. "I am temporarily safe from the horror that is Chuck Baxter."

"I always thought you were triplets." Stacy said as she ate some purple yogurt with rainbow sprinkles.

"Nope," Chad said as he wiped the cheese off of his stubby bearded cheek. "Charity was born one day after me and Chuck."

"'Chuck and I'." Monica corrected.

"Who asked you, little miss grammar expert?" Chad said, peeved.

"Little miss?" Monica asked while gesturing at herself "I happen to be turning fifteen this Saturday!"

"Only one more year until you hit sweet sixteen!" Stacy cheered.

"We'd better enjoy it while we can..." Chad started.

"...'Cause afterwards," I continued "The roads will never be safe again!" We high fived each other as Monica sighed, peeved.

"Anyway," Monica continued, "You're all invited over at my place!"

"Really? Cool!" I said happily.

"Just one problem." Chad cut in "What the hell am I supposed to get you? I dunno shit about girl stuff."

"I'll help you shop!" Stacy interrupted. "I know everything about the feminine mind!"

"Just don't get anything frilly." Monica said.

"There's not gonna be coconut cake, is there?" Stacy asked while clamping her eyes shut and sticking out her tongue in disgust. "I hate coconut!"

"Relax, it's chocolate." Monica replied while looking at Stacy warily.

"Really? Then I take back the face I made five seconds ago." Stacy said. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunchtime. We packed up our things and set off to our respective classes. As I headed towards my Social Studies class, I thought to myself about our little posse. We were sort of like the cast of a sitcom or something. Monica was the brainiac, always using her intelligence to help others, Chad was the muscles, employing his strength to overcome difficulties, Stacy was the comic relief, who could cheer anybody up, and I...I wasn't quite sure who or what I was.


One cold rainy night, a woman walked over to a castle. To be precise, it was a castle in Philadelphia. The woman wore an all red ensemble with a black belt, gloves, boots, and a black visor over her eyes. She also had a pale lavenderish-beige backpack. The rain hit her spandex outfit and slid down he curvaceous figure. As she walked towards the castle's entrance, she whispered to herself, "Ghost boy, you're mine."

The door opened surprisingly easily, and she walked into the spacious castle, looking around. There was no light in the room she was in, except for the occasional flash of lightning. All was silent for a moment, until a flash of lightning illuminated the room momentarily. She saw the room was decorated with uniforms, bats, gloves, balls, and other white and red objects. A clap of thunder was heard, the darkness once again flooded the room, and the heavy wooden doors slammed behind her. A wave of fear coursed through her body, but she forced herself to move on.

"Watch out, gal." She said to herself, fear lacing her words. "You've gotta be strong, can't let him get the upper hand."

"Boo." A male voice echoed throughout the room. The woman jumped and frantically looked around, breathing heavily. She soon regained her composure and whipped out what looked like a silver scope with crimson decals.

"All right, ghost boy," she sneered. "Time to play."

"It's twelve o' clock at night." The voice said playfully. "Put away your toys and go to bed, little girl."

"Little girl?" she snarled, warming up her weapon. "Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Yes," the voice replied as it came nearer and nearer to her. "I'm talking to Valerie Gray, a pathetic excuse for a ghost hunter."

"How do you know my name?" Valerie shouted suddenly. "And I'm not pathetic! I could've opened a can of whoop ass on you a long time ago."

"You'd need a can opener though." The voice retorted as a pink beam shot out of nowhere and incinerated her scope. "That's the problem with you humans. You're nothing without your machines. In fact, I could have easily killed you if Vlad didn't send you those pathetic playthings."

"Vlad's dead." Valerie seethed, whipping out two pistols. "You killed him, remember?"

"Why, Valerie." The voice chuckled as he came from behind Valerie. "You should be thanking me. I'll bet you would have been devastated if you found out that your ghost-hunting trinkets were sent by an enemy ghost."

"Ghost or not." Valerie said as she whipped around and her pistols illuminated a dark pink light. "He was concerned for me. He was the only one who cared when you and your rabid mutt ruined my life!" The pistols fired and two streams of dark pink light hit a nearby pillar, instead of her intended target.

"He wasn't concerned." The voice spat. "You were just another pawn in his game, like the Ectopusses."

"Look at the pot calling the kettle black!" Valerie replied, as a red piece of glass slid over her eye. "And I don't care if I was used! I just want my revenge." She hoisted up a silver bazooka, which was immediately knocked down by a pink ray of light. Many more followed that bombarded her body. The immense attack of the light beams knocked her to the ground, scorching parts if her outfit. As she struggled to get up, she snarled, "I knew from the moment I saw you that you were evil. You always were, and you still are." She heard the sound of footsteps headed her way, as the owner of the voice violently grabbed her face.

"You know, that reminded me of when I first saw you," he said as he hoisted her up into the air. "Remember, you were having trouble working that hover board Vlad gave you? You were chasing me, and I saw Samantha in the bushes. I told her to hide, but she hid me in the bushes and started kissing me. Do you remember what you said when you saw us?"

"What?" Valerie spat.

"'Ugh! Loser love! I always knew you two would end up a couple!'" the voiced mimicked "Guess what, Valerie? You were wrong!" He stood there in silence for a moment. "In retrospect, I wish you and Tucker had gotten together. It would have been better for all of us."

"You are one seriously crazed up mother—" Valerie began.

"Fruit loop." The voice interrupted, while sending a pink course of electricity into Valerie's body. "The word would be fruit loop." Valerie screeched in retched pain. She desperately wanted the pain to stop, but she couldn't give in to this...fruit loop as he calls himself. She immediately clamped her mouth shut and tried to suppress the groans as her eyes watered. The owner of the voice dropped her to the ground, watching as Valerie coughed and sputtered, while trying to regain her breath. She turned her head towards the man, lifted up her twitching hand, and curled up all of her fingers, except for the quivering middle one, which she kept extended.

"I will...defeat you..." she stuttered angrily. "...Danny Phantom..."

"In this pathetic condition?" He sneered as a small pink fire welled up in his hands. He held the fire to her face, and a rapturous pink light blinded the entire castle. "Wrong again, Valerie Gray." The sickening, malicious laughter that flooded the entire castle could not even be drowned out by the sounds of the storm.


Now I shall once again thank the reviewers!

MalfoyTwins: Always happy to know that my work's original! You get a Chad plushie.

A.N.D.: They might like to see Danny turn evil and insane, you never know. And I agree that I could have done more with the love confession. Everything seems to be just okay except for the scene with Vlad and Danny, which I like best. And it is intriguing. Don't worry, I didn't take it as a flame. It was simply constructive criticism. You get a Jerry plushie.

Kaliann: Already finished MAAPOL. BTW, this fic is not exactly supposed to be humorous. Maybe I'll throw in some funny here and there, but it won't split your sides. You get a Stacy plushie.

Trevor the Enchanter: I'm a sucker for the possibility of reincarnation, thought it's impossible for Danny, Sam and Tucker to be reincarnates. Vlad, Jack and Maddie were alive when they were born. You get an Older Danny plushie.

Shaadra-shadow: Thank you. You get a Monica plushie.

Wind Cat: The connections are apparent. As for Jack and Maddie knowing about Danny's ghost powers...well, what do you think? You get a poster of the cast of my fanfic. (14 year old Danny, Tucker and Sam, 24 year old Sam and Danny, 50 year old Vlad, Ghost Vlad, 44 year old Danny, Tucker, Valerie and Sam, Monica ???, Stacy Cheung, Chad Baxter, and Jerry Foley.)

Enjoy the chronicles of Eerie and the others!