Fear could be seen on a pale blue worker's face as he rounded yet another corner. He had been running for quite some time now, attempting to stray as far away from that monster as possible. Sure he knew that he attempted to conquer the world with his cubic powers, but in reality it never really took off anywhere. If he had known this would be the cause of his current situation, he'd take it back ten folds.

Hearing yet another wall being blown to bits as a maniacal laugh rang through his already fear stricken body. 'I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!' The man thought as he floated to another wall, just as the previous wall was blown to smithereens. To be honest, he almost shrieked in terror, as the footsteps of the assailant could be heard, getting closer...closer...and closer…

Until...they stopped, it sounded as if just one more corner, and that thing would reach his fearful form. The being began to walk away from the area, blasting more walls in order to find him. The man, or more specifically the Box Ghost let out a sigh of relief, as he soon began to urgently fly away further into the ghost realm.

It had been three...three months since the demon's emergence, and since those three...everything in the Ghost Zone changed. Ghosts everywhere around were being enslaved to do the demon's master's bidding. 'Plasmius' The Box Ghost thought bitterly as he continued his train of thought. You see Plasmius with the help of his hell dog, managed to take down some of the biggest ghost names ever. Skulker, the greatest huntsman, was defeated in battle by a mere blast of ecto energy. Technus? He was fit inside a USB trapped until he promised to be the head of tech development for Plasmius. Spectra, Bertrand, Lunch lady, Ember, the list goes on and on.

The worst thing about it however, was that the ghost child was nowhere to be found. They tried stalking Amity Park hoping, no begging that the child would come and save the day. But there was only pain and suffering to those who went there, because...that's where it was. The demon...the thing that keeps mocking ghosts of the halfa's disappearance...wearing the child's symbol that once brought irritation and eagerness to battle, now only brings dread and fear. One can only assume the worse as to what the demon did to him.

Finally reaching his destination, the Box Ghost looks up to see a pub sign that read 'The Flying Dutchman'. No one really shows up to this pub anymore after the past three months, all were fearing for their afterlives. He was as well, but he thought one last drink would be helpful in his 'going away' party. He floated up to a barstool where he ordered a drink known as 'Your Maker'

He could hear him. Sweat dripped from his forehead as the bartender handed him his drink with an apologetic look as he began to walk down towards the basement, while all the other ghosts began to go invisible and hide somewhere else. "Hello Maker...what have I done to send such an entity after me…" The Box Ghost said with his voice cracking as he raised his glass and downing it in three gulps. Soon tears mixed with sweat as the fear, anxiety, and sadness punched him in the throat.

*BOOM* CRASHHHHHH

The door hinges to the bar was blown off as it careened itself past the Box Ghost's head, lodging itself in the wall in front of him. Soon, footsteps from before resounded through the bar as shattered gas laid beneath its feet. Glowing blood moon eyes seeped through the debris as it death stared the back of the Box Ghost's head, who didn't turn around just yet.

Bringing the glass down finally, the Box Ghost closed his eyes and began to calm down. His breathing began to soften as one final tear slid down his face. "Come back please...you're the only one who can save us…" It was just a whisper…

TEARRRRRRRRRR

"AHHHHHHHHH!" The Box Ghost yelled in pain as a green bloodied fist appeared straight through his chest. The Box Ghost was feeling like he was fading, and as soon as he felt the arm begin to retract itself, he held on. Soon however, he heard it speak.

"Oh hehe you wanted to feel it? My bad…" The Box Ghost soon felt an unimaginable pain in his chest as he looked down, he can see that the arm was now ignited in flames. He attempted to free himself by flying forward, but the demon held onto his shoulder.

"AHHHHHHH!" The Box Ghost screamed, no one in the bar coming to save him, because if they did...they'd turn out like him. Soon the fiery devil released his hold, and let the Box Ghost fall to the ground, his burnt gaping chest, slowly healing. Struggling to breathe, the victim looked up at the demon. His eyes widened with realization, as fear...a type of fear where you lose all hope in the situation. The reason? Well...because standing in front of him, was the one they sought. The demon was…"Dan-"

A hand closed around his mouth as two red eyes glowed eerily. "-Phantom." the figure let out a fanged smile as he reeled back his fist one more time. "Who would have guessed the weakest of the bunch would guess my identity…" he shrugged "Doesn't matter though...nothing does anymore…"

The being underestimated the Box Ghost's tenacity to live however, because he was pushed back with a shower of boxes from the basement of the pub. Forced to let go, the Box Ghost made one final attempt to live, but being injured it was a futile attempt.

Phantom getting up from the momentary distraction, he sees the Box Ghost crawling, while looking back at his direction. The Box Ghost hit a wall as Phantom began walking towards him, looking like an enraged monster. The Box Ghost let out a labored breath as he looked up with even more fear in his eyes as he put up his hands in defense. "P-please this isn't you. Y-you're the H-hero…"

The being stopped for just a second, if the Box Ghost had looked, he would've seen a brief glimmer of green escape the overpowering red. However...it made him angrier than before, and he reeled his fist back and delivered a crushing blow to the Box Ghost's head, nearly killing him.

He just stood there. Looking at the blood that had stained his right arm. The being's eyes changed to green as his eyes softened with regret, before all of a sudden cried out in what was akin to pain. "ARGHHHH" Phantom held his head in pain as his eyes began to flash from red to green, back to back, over and over again. However his eyes, fully took on red as he let out labored breaths. Staring at a broken glass that reflected his face, he asked one question.

"What is happening to me…" Phantom then picked up the Box Ghost's down form, and flew somewhere else in the Ghost Zone, ready to strike down more notable Ghost's. For that was his Father's will…

And he didn't want to disappoint Father...

That concludes chapter 13! Sorry, I had about half this chapter finished, and decided to procrastinate with school work and the gym. Hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter. Leave Suggestions, Thoughts, and Overall criticism, otherwise I can't improve. NOWWW ON TO ONE REVIEW!

Guest: Yeah you see Vlad isn't strong enough to do it alone, we've seen that in the past with Pariah Dark and all that bull shiz. However, here comes his Godson with more potential than he does, and who was growing exponentially in power. So I believe that Vlad would take advantage, just so he could further consolidate his place as the ruler.