"Are you sure you're ready, Daniel?" Vlad asked after releasing the Box Ghost back into the Ghost Zone.
"Positive." I said, laying down on the strange metal bed in the lab and closing the steel door over me. Vlad placed a gas mask over my mouth and nose.
"Good. Now I want you to count backwards from one hundred." I barely made it to ninety-five when I start to get drowsy as Vlad started to put on the Ghost Gauntlets. I don't know how much longer it was before I woke up, but I could tell it wasn't long.
"Vlad?" I asked, a little bleary-eyed as he tried to unlock the doors that held me down.
"Something's gone horribly wrong, Daniel. Before I could contain him, he broke loose."
"Who?" My question didn't need answering, for as soon as the word escaped my mouth, I saw a familiar figure approach Vlad: Danny Phantom. Not the Danny Phantom that I separated from for that "ghost-free weekend o'fun" I'd promised my friends, but a mentally twisted creature that was the illegitimate child of rage, hatred, passion, strength, fury, will, and power. Just as Vlad undid the last of the locks, Danny grabbed him with the Ghost Gauntlets, shredding human half from ghost half as I sat, huddled in a corner, watching, paralyzed with fear.
Horrified, I watch as Danny discarded Vlad's body, fusing himself with Vlad Plasmius. A pain-wracked scream filled the air as Danny's skin turned from white to a sickly grey color. Too busy watching the petrifying sight before, me, I almost screamed as a hand grabbed my wrist. "Danny, come with me." Vlad Masters told me. As he rummaged through a laboratory closet, he pulled out two jetpacks. "I always knew these would come in handy someday." Strapping one on himself after putting me in one, we flew off into the Ghost Zone.