Danny went from falling down to shooting straight back, landing hard up against the wall and sliding down to the floor. He had come out of a swirling green portal and into a very familiar looking room filled with test tubes, beakers, burners, and ghost weaponry.

"The lab?" Danny shook his head, "This is getting too weird," things were about to get worse. There was a familiar face in this room, a blue fat one in overalls and a cap.

"I am The Box Ghoooooooost!" the little nimrod proclaimed, "And now that I have discovered this lair that makes great use of all that is cardboard, square, and container in design, I shall…"

"Look," Danny flew over to him and grabbed him by the shirt collar, "I am really not having a good day. And, considering how annoying your box puns are when I am having a good day, you can imagine what I'm going to do to you on a bad day," his expression showed he wasn't kidding.

"Uh…beware!" The Box Ghost quickly flew into the portal and vanished from sight. Danny sighed.

"Now to try and figure out what the…" yet another familiar, unwelcome screeching sound filled the air, and a sweep of green and black passed through the lab quickly. Danny's ghost-sense went off soon after.

"Oh no," Danny muttered. The green of the portal now became red, and the siren for the lab began sounding. A ghost leapt out from the portal, snarling like a wolf. He was huge, as big as Jack (in fact, he looked a little like him). He was completely black, with blazing red eyes, sharp cruel fangs, and two samurai blades strapped to his back in their scabbards. He set his eyes on Danny and roared in his face, whipping out his blades and readying himself for the strike. Danny jumped back just in time, the blades nipping at the edge of his hair and taking a few strands. He went intangible and flew up the stairs. From the noises behind him, he could tell the ghost had followed.

"Don't think I can take him down with just my powers," Danny muttered to himself; the guy practically had spectral energy rising out of his body to make room for it all, "but I know what might help!" he stopped at one door and flew down the spiral staircase to a dark room with one too many medieval torture devices.

"The Fenton Stockades," Danny smirked. There was a small little storage room over by the Fenton Iron Maiden. Within that room were crossbows, bows, and swords…all designed to take down ghosts. Danny took the biggest one that he could carry relatively easily and hid behind the Fenton Iron Maiden, lying in wait. The ghost leapt down to the floor over the staircase, looking all over for his prey. He began to walk toward the Iron Maiden. When he was just one foot short of passing by it, Danny made his move, shooting out a spectral blast and knocking him back against the wall. He then flew forward, his sword raised above his head. The ghost parried with his two blades, and the fight began.

Danny had absolutely no idea how to fight with a sword, and the closest he ever came to doing so before was using a mic stand as a weapon against Ember, but he at least managed to parry all of the ghost's attacks. His blade was wider and heavier than the ghost's swords, and it took him a bit longer to move his around, but the wide blade caught attacks better and it was a good hacking weapon, which was pretty much all he knew how to do. The samurai blades of his opponent were heavy, but he was much stronger than Danny and thus was able to have one in each hand move very quickly. It was he who kept on the offence, constantly lashing out with both his blades in fast, swift motions, only occasionally giving Danny time to get in his own attack, which was always nicely parried. He knew what he was doing, and was being deadly serious about it.

The duel went on for several minutes, Danny making no progress. The ghost was like a tiger on a caffeine rush (and while that might have been something Tucker laughed at, there wasn't anything funny about the situation). The weight of the sword was starting to wear down Danny's strength too. He couldn't keep this up forever.

"I don't have time for this!" he muttered. He parried a blow, then jumped back as quickly as he could, letting loose an energy blast with one hand and tossing his sword aside. The ghost jumped back himself, lining his swords up so they crossed over in front of him. The blades caught the blast like a net, pulling it into the sword and giving it a green glow. Then, pulling his swords apart from one another, he slashed them forward at a parallel and let loose a razor-sharp blade of spectral power! Danny threw up an energy dome fast to block the attack. But seconds later, the dome blew into nothing and a hot searing pain soared up from around his waist and along both sides of his torso. A heavy weight seemed to knock into him between the two burning sides, knocking him back against the wall. The spectral blades had broken through, slicing Danny along his sides. A few inches deeper, and they would have taken his arms.

The ghost now flung himself forward, screaming like a banshee and his blades held high. Danny managed to pull himself together enough to catch the attack coming. Shooting his hands out, he just managed to catch the blades before they made their landing on his body. Though still worn out and with two long gashes along his torso, he managed to push the ghost back. Then, leaping up, he landed a kick in his stomach, forcing him to let go of his swords. Danny tossed them aside. Now neither of them had weapons. But the ghost didn't seem unnerved by that. In fact, he was wearing a very nasty grin. He squatted down low to the ground and spread his feet apart, letting out a vicious roar. His entire body became a glowing outline of white and green, slowly going into a metamorphosis. He became shorter and slimmer. His hair became spikier. The scabbards disappeared from his back. Soon the glow went away, and in the place of the giant ghost from before stood…Danny Phantom?

"What?" Danny shouted. It was right in front of his eyes; the ghost's new form was identical to his. Well, almost identical. This look-alike had dark circles around his eyes, which were both red and green. His teeth were also sharp, exposed in a nasty-looking grin that Danny rarely ever had. But the resemblance was uncanny. And the look-alike, wasting no time in standing around gawking, fired up a red spectral blast and sent Danny flying through the walls and back in to the den, landing upside down in the couch.

"Sleepy morning, teachers going crazy, ghosts that look like Disney villains, weird girls and cities out of nowhere, and now me beating myself up…" Danny recalled everything that had gone wrong today, "…what the heck is going on here?" he didn't have time to think of an answer (not that he had one). His double came soaring out of the Fenton Stockades, snarling just as he had when he was in his samurai form, and grabbed Danny by the neck, turning them both intangible.

They were dragged back down to the lab, where, going solid again, the double sent Danny's spine sprawling back on the tiled floor. He floated above, that nasty grin still plastered all over his face. Danny was really starting to get ticked off. He pulled himself to his feet and clenched his hands tight into fists, readying a pure white spectral blast. The look-alike did the same. They let loose their powers at the same time, the blasts colliding in mid-air and shaking the entire lab.

Neither one gained any leeway with their attacks. Whenever it appeared one would gain ground, the other would push their blast back. The two seemed locked into each other, unable to separate. The force resonating from the collision of the attacks, however, was wearing down the two combatants as much as it was shaking everything else in the lab. They couldn't hold their ground forever. And, by luck or by fate, both slipped up at the same time. Their blasts flew off to the side into the Fenton Portal. However, they did not fall into The Ghost-Zone as everything else did. A blinding flash of light enveloped the entire room, a strange humming sound resonated from the portal, and the blasts seemed to find somewhere else to go. Both Danny and the look-alike threw their hands up to shield their eyes, but Danny kept his at a position where he could squint at the portal. The light made it impossible to see anything clearly. But he thought he could make out something where the portal should be. It looked like…no. It couldn't be. But it could have been…

"Another lab?" he murmured. It was getting harder to make it out, and he didn't think it was possible, but…everything else that could have gone insane so far today had indeed gone crazy. In any case, he soon had other things to worry about. A long, horrible scream of writhing agony shot out from the portal, overcoming every other noise in the room. It rang through Danny's ears, making his eyes shrink in fear. That voice…

As the scream began to fade away, the light started to dim with it. The humming sound now changed, as though it were pulling the light back into the portal. The lab that Danny and the look-alike were in began to settle back to its usual nature. Soon, all appeared to be normal (save for the point of impact left from Danny's being slammed to the floor). Yet the scream still rang in Danny's ears. It sounded like…

"Mom?" the look-alike had taken notice of the scream as well. And his reaction was far different than Danny would have imagined. A look of sheer terror covered his face, and he was even beginning to tremble. Slowly he backed away from the portal. Then, without warning, without reason, without first becoming a glow, he transformed back into the hulking samurai ghost from before and collapsed to his knees, his hands wrapped around his head and his teeth hissing out grunts of pain. His form did not stop there. It seemed to be trying to become something else. The red eyes were beginning to become pink, with pupils starting to show. His skin was going from midnight black to normal skin-tone. And some colour was starting to come through on his clothes. But it didn't last long. With a long, mournful roar, he leapt to his feet, fully back in samurai form. He threw his hands up in the air, and within seconds, the blades from before came flying down the stairs and spinning across the floor. The ghost jumped over to one and raised it high, leaping out at Danny. He quickly ran over to the other sword.

Danny only meant to parry. He only meant to avoid getting his body split in half. But, out of fear, closed eyes, and self-defence, Danny sliced the ghost right across the torso.

The ghost stopped in his attack and looked down at his wound. There was a green line that ran all the way around his upper body, but he appeared to be fine. For those two seconds. Soon the ghost was engulfed in a mini-portal that began pulling away at Danny, as if it had latched several hooks to his uniform and was tugging him in by those hooks. The sword had vanished in his hands, and that distracted him from putting in a full resistance. Within seconds he was being flung through nothingness once again.