Konnichiwa! -waves- Sixth chapter! Wootness!

Reviews: Okay...yes, I know it was sketcheh that a 40 year old dood was sneaking into a 14 year old's room but...XXXXD he didn't do nuttin bad besides wake her up. So...dun worry. xD Vlad is not turning...eh...gross. (lol SquirrelGirl13 for pointing that out to me xD)
And I just want go give SO much thanks to my reviewers Beo (ano review), No One Wants To Be Around Me (ano review) and The Fluff Ghost for catching my slip ups; 1.) That I called the Specter Speeder the Fenton Speeder accidentally (what I get for not loving DP to pieces for six months T.T), 2.) For forgetting that Jazz HAS seen the SS (I fixed that, saying she forgot about it), and 3.) for forgetting that humans were the ghosts in the Ghost Zone. :O Let me first say this; he would be too weak to do anything if he went human after using the Ghostly Wail in the Ghost Zone, so that's why he was nervous. -nods- And I mention that he could go human in this chapter so forgive me my reviewers. And thanks so much for all the reviews...especially all the wonderful ones on Fade Away. -tears-

This is totally irrellivant but I have the worlds most spoiled cat ever. o.o She's such a turd! Her name's Black Magic but I call her Magic for short, and she's like the billboard black-witch cat. Bright green eyes, black fur, but she has a white-ish chest and she has lots of little brown specks along her back but she's still purdy. And she KNOWS that she's a pretty little cat. -pets her- Anyway I was reading Midnight Predator by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes (Gawd she rocks you all should read her books) and she wanted to be petted so she jumped on my stomach (I was lying down) and head-butted the book from my hands. I was like "O.O hello kitty!" -laughs- Sorry I just had to talk about that...it was too funny.

Anywayz, this story is, as always, for my friend Phantom2B because she let me use the idea. xD Oh and I forgot to mention that my friend wolves-eye thought of the title. -smiles- love you guys!

Disclaimer: I am Toast, the rabid fangirl--not Butch Hartman :(

Enjooooyyy 3 Correct me on any faults...lol

Valerie grumbled slightly and pulled her knees up to her chest, staring out the grimy window in her bedroom. Children sloshed in the puddles, spraying their very disgruntled mothers with mud as they hurried their children away from the menacing building. People hid behind umbrellas, frowning deeply against the cold water that trickled down their faces and made them shiver uncomfortably.

She sighed and glared down at the kids who didn't have to work two jobs just to help their fathers make ends-meet. She envied the small children who could go home to their warm apartments and play with their dollies. She had to come home from yet another excruciating day of high school, do her homework, and then jet off to one of her jobs; either at the Nasty Burger or the supermarket. It was unfair, but what could she really do? It was the Ghost Boy's fault. Nothing else.

Grumbling slightly, she ripped her gaze away from the window and stood up off of her bed. It was a Saturday; the one day she had off of work. She was going to make the best of it. And if that meant hunting down ghosts, then she was going to.

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Danny came to an abrupt halt when he saw a hulking silhouette in front of him. He knew only too well who the silhouette belonged to; after being thrown into his prison it was impossible not to know. But he hoped that maybe he could slip away from the ghost…unseen…

No, he couldn't, and he knew he couldn't; the ghost was coming towards him. Even though he couldn't see his face, he could swear Walker's lips were pulling into a smirk as he saw Danny Phantom alone in the Ghost Zone, defenseless.

Danny didn't know where to go or what to do. He could always run into one of the many doors that littered the green haze, but he knew that where ever he went, Walker would follow. He bit his lip and let his eyes scan fervently, but to no avail. He was going to have this run-in with Walker whether he liked it or not.

"Danny Phantom," Walker said coolly as he walked towards Danny. "I thought I told you to stay away from here. You are breaking the rules."

"Shove it up your ass," Danny muttered under his breath, making Walker's eyes sharpen with anger. "I thought I told you your rules don't apply to me," Danny shot back, louder this time. Walker hid his anger with a pleasant smile, but Danny could see that his eyes were thirsting for his blood now.

"Indeed you did. But my rules have changed, and now, they do apply to you." Walker tapped his rule book against his thigh, his green eyes narrowing into slits as he stared down at Danny. Danny tried to overcome the look of puzzlement he knew would fly across his face if he didn't unravel what Walker had meant. New rules? That didn't make any sense. Walker didn't like change, so why would he create new rules? Was it because Danny had freaked him out during his last encounter with him, or was it something else?

"Oh really?" Danny said, unable to think of a good comeback. Walker smiled menacingly.

"Yes, really, Danny Phantom. My new rules require that I cause you as much pain as possible without completely killing you." Walker was bluffing slightly, but it had the effect he wanted; Danny flinched and glared up at the six foot ghost who ran the ghost prison. Danny tried to hide his discomfort, however, and hid behind a cocky smile and a glint in his eyes.

"Who are you serving now, hmm?" Danny mocked. "Vlad? The Fright Night? Wulf?" Walker glared down at Danny at the mention of Wulf's name. He hadn't forgotten that the only reason his most prized prisoner had gotten away was because of Danny.

"Neither," Walker growled. "But it's none of your business, so I will not share who my new master is."

Shocked at the fact that he was right—Walker was serving a different ghost—Danny was too preoccupied to fight the wardens who popped up all around him. He wasn't expecting it, and even if he was, he doubted he would have been able to get away without the handcuffs binding his wrists together.

"Let me go, Walker," Danny snarled angrily. "If I go human, I can get out of these quicker than you think—" but Danny was cut off by Walker's annoying laughter. The warden's held Danny by the scruff of his turtle-neck collar, causing him to want to lash out and slash their faces; but, number one, he refused to give into the temptation and two, he wouldn't be able to even if he tried—the handcuffs were stronger than he had expected.

"Surely you realize that we've upgraded our equipment since your last encounter with me in my zone?" Walker bent down and shoved his face into Danny's, giving him a full blast of his horrid breath. "If you even try to go human, you'll get electrocuted by the handcuffs. Clever, huh?" he breathed, his nose touching Danny's. "And if you somehow manage to break free of them—which is improbable and I'm sure impossible—even if you go human and go intangible, my wardens will bring you down quicker than you can fly out." Walker grinned and pulled away from Danny.

Danny didn't doubt for a moment that Walker was telling the truth.

"Take him away, boys," Walker laughed. The wardens sent a shock through Danny, causing Danny to bare his teeth and hiss through them in attempt to not scream in agony. The warden holding his collar jerked him up slightly, dragging him. Danny realized, a little late, that his feet were also cuffed, hence the fact they were dragging him. Apparently they didn't trust him enough to fly on his own; they all knew Danny would make a run for it, whether that caused him to get shocked or killed a different story.

The group trudged to the prison, finally throwing Danny in a small cell. They kept his hands cuffed, but they took off his feet cuffs; there was a warden by Danny's cell that would send out a shock—how ever strong the warden wanted it—if Danny did anything he didn't like.

That included walking, Danny realized painfully.

Giving in to the shocks, Danny plopped down on the smooth cell floor, pulling his wrists apart slightly to see how much resistance it would give. Danny decided that if he could go human, it would be easier to get out of them, but since he was stuck in his ghost form (which he didn't really mind) he tried to figure out a way to get out of the cuffs while maintaining the warden's trust.

Suddenly Danny had an idea. He doubted it would work, but there was always the small chance that it would; and Danny wasn't stupid enough to just give up completely. Crawling towards the warden on his haunches (a very difficult feat; you try walking on them with your hands bound together), considering all the things he could say. Finally settling on one—probably the meanest one—he stopped by the bars that held him captive and pressed his body against them, staring at the warden with round and innocent eyes.

"Hey," Danny whispered quietly. When he got no response from the warden, he tried again louder. "Hey, warden dude," he called out. The warden shifted uncomfortably, telling Danny that he had heard him.

"Can you help me out?" Danny asked. He knew if the warden would respond it would be a no, but it was always worth trying.

The warden shocked him—Danny expected many more shocks during this trial period of trying to befriend the warden—but if it worked out, it would be worth the smarting bruises from the shocks.

"That wasn't very nice," Danny whined, banging his cuffs against the bars. "Come on, please help me out. I'm not evil. You know it's Walker who's the evil one—he's the one that captures all the ghosts around here for doing stupid stuff like 'having their sleeves rolled up.' You know you hate him." The ghost's eyes flickered towards Danny, meeting Danny's wounded gaze with upset eyes. Danny tried to hide the smug smile that was pulling at his lips; he had gotten at least a bit of the ghosts attention, and it was saying something that he hadn't shocked him yet.

"Walker's a jerk," Danny continued, keeping his voice low enough that only the warden would be able to hear him. "Come on, let me out. I can overthrow Walker if you help me."

The warden shocked Danny twice, both stronger than they were moments before. Danny once more hissed through his teeth, trying to hide the agonized howl that wanted to overcome him. The warden looked back, fear in his eyes now—apparently Danny wasn't supposed to resist screaming at that power of shock. Slapping himself mentally, Danny pulled against the cuffs and tried to stick his hands out of the bars. He got his fingers to show through, tiny spiders itching to grab anything that would knock the warden out.

"Why do you think I'm evil?" Danny questioned, wriggling his fingers more. The warden shifted away from Danny's cell slightly, obviously frightened by him. Walker must have told horror stories about Danny Phantom. Cursing the ground Walker ever dared to walk, Danny tried to continue.

"I'm not evil. That's just Walker talking crap about me. I'm fourteen; how can I be evil?"

Shock. Shock. Shock. Shock. Danny moaned, unable to keep as silent as he was hoping to. The shocks tingled Danny's body moments after they had stopped, pinpricks scalding his skin. Danny ignored the discomfort it brought and tried to continue. He was getting to the warden, that was for sure, and he thought he was going to break soon. He wasn't sure, however.

"Oww, stop shocking me." He stared at the warden, whose eyes kept flitting to him every few agonized minutes. At least Danny didn't get shocked for that. "Think about it, though. You know Walker's the evil one; don't shock me for that because you know it's true." Danny paused, giving the warden time to mull what he had said over. He didn't shock him, which Danny took for a good sign.

"If you help me I can help you and your warden buddies get out of here. I've beaten Walker once; I bet I can beat him again. Just open up these bars or lower the static on my cuffs, please?" Danny tried to keep the begging out of his voice, but it was lurking in every syllable.

"Just stop," the warden muttered.

"What? I couldn't hear you," Danny called out.

"Just shut up!" the warden told him sternly, pressing the button on his control quite a few times. Danny fell over, biting his lip and tearing it to pieces to stop from screaming. He wasn't sure why he didn't want to scream, but he just felt that it would show that he was weak and that was the last thing Danny wanted—and needed; the wardens to think he was weak. He didn't want them thinking he was evil, but he wanted them to be slightly afraid…or at least weary of him.

Grumbling, Danny admitted defeat and crawled over to a corner of the cell. But, just to keep the warden puzzled, he called out, "Don't ask me for any favors when the time comes, then."

Danny, huddled in a corner, let himself drift into an uncomfortable sleep. His arms were wrapped across his legs, meeting together where the cuff bound his wrists.

He was rather groggy when the warden's came into his cell and pulled him up, saying it was time for breakfast—Danny had no idea it was Sunday already. They grabbed him by his collar once more and threw him out of the cell. Wanting desperately to rub his neck, he walked towards the cafeteria—sadly he remembered where it was.