This story has been nagging me for a long time. I really can't believe how slow I'm becoming. My next updates will be of stories I haven't updated recently like WIH, WB, ACS, and OoU. This story I'd like to dedicate it to Sweetsixteen19, sorry about the time lapse girl.

Chapter 1

Hundreds of doors existed in the infinite and bleak realm called the Ghost Zone. With each one leading to a ghost's lair, and rarely do the doors stay in the same place. They constantly move, even if it's just a few inches. One would think that it would be nearly impossible for a ghost to find their home with this chaotic system, but it was the exact opposite.

The home of a ghost is marked by that ghost's own unique ectoplasm signature, and it is that same ghost who can follow it and decipher it among the countless restless spirits that have claimed a small section of the Ghost Zone as their own. Even a ghost as incompetent as the Box Ghost, could find his way home blind-folded in the dark.

Of course… no one ever bothered to teach a certain bratty ten-year-old the basics of living in the unscrupulous realm of the dead. Considering Youngblood's inability to accept help from any adults and his own stubborn facade that he was old enough to not have to listen to anyone younger, older, or any other being for that matter, but himself. No one even wanted to try.

Many felt sorry for the boy's ghostly animal companion that was cursed to serve Youngblood for all of eternity. As of lately the kid was getting on the ghost's last nerves, it was a good thing that the Ghost Zone had it's own taxi and bus service, or the parrot was tempted to volunteer to willingly become the GIW's new target practice or test subject. The drivers were deceased drivers who, for some reason, couldn't give up their human occupation that had been the center of most of their human lives, and in some cases, the death of them as well.

Sitting in the backseat of a musty, broken down cab with a driver who smelled of old socks and was busy smoking a horrible smelling cigar, and a ten-year-old who was impatiently jumping up and down in his seat was pushing the bird's limited patience.

"What did I do to deserve this?" he asked himself with an annoyed frown embedded on his bird face. He glared hatefully at Youngblood who was too busy plotting in his mind to notice the sudden sense of coldness in the crowded vehicle.

His mind played back image after image of all the different character he could use in his plan. Of course, he already knew who the first person he wanted to try this on. Now the question was who else was it that he wanted to take revenge on. A wave of memories came flooding back of a number of ghosts here in the Ghost Zone who had made fun of him or had ticked him off some way.

Like the time Johnny 13 had called him short, or when Skulker and Technus had refused to allow him to use their new toys. By toys I mean, large dangerous guns that the two ghosts had designed in order to defeat the ghost boy known as Danny Phantom. There was also Walker who had confiscated his new bike, the Lunch Lady for making him try her new recipe, Spectra, Pandora, Ember, Kitty, the Ghost Writer… The list went on forever.

In his lap laid his chance at getting even with those jerks. An evil smirk came across his face as the car suddenly came to a stop and the driver turned his head a full one-eighty to look at them. "That'll be thirty-six fifty," the ghost said gruffly, phasing his arm through the seat and held out his out stretched palm awaiting his due payment. "I don't take no credit either, only cash," he added rudely blowing a cloud of cigar smoke at the two sitting in his cab. Not caring that it made them cough and their eyes water.

"Hey can you get this? My hands are kind of full right now," Youngblood rushed out of the cab coughing and trying to get the smell of that cigar out of his nostrils. "Man (cough) when was (cough) the last time (cough) that dude took a shower?" he coughed a few more times and headed inside of his door holding his new book close to his side.

Still inside the car with the smelly driver, the bird shook his head with pure distain over his afterlife that he is condemned to. While the paranormal animal tried to come up with different ways to get back at the little pest the other ghost in the driver's seat was getting impatient. A loud Ahem disrupted the parrot's fantasies.

Looking up, he was met by another cloud or ghastly smoke that sent him into another coughing fit, blown by the driver. "Hey buddy, I know that you're so busy and all," the driver said dripping with sarcasm and not one word showing any repentance. "But I'm a bit in a hurry so…um, could d'ya speed it up so I can hit the road! Or do I have to call up Walker?"

The parrot's eyes turned into angry slits as he sent the driver a condemning glare, after a moment he pulled out a velvet and slightly worn wallet from under his right wing. Opening it and sticking a bony wing inside, the sounds of metal coins jingling against one another, the boy's companion found the right amount of currency to satisfy the driver. With the money transferring down the cab's owner grunted as a good-bye and turned to shift the car into drive, darting off as soon as the bird had slammed the door shut with a screech.

The bird looked at the departing vehicle in disgust and muttered, "That's the last time I ever take a cab!" Heading inside his designated door to meet the familiar surroundings that made him think he was inside the mind of a child.

Every single lair in the Ghost Zone was naturally designed to fit the liking of the ghost who inhabited it depending on their previous or current likings. It was extremely rude for one ghost to walk into another ghost's home without invitation or at least knocking first. As a lair would sometimes hint to the past life of said ghost or in many cases contained something of great value to them.

Youngblood's home was, of course, made of several ten-year-old fantasies such as several old fashioned guns that came from the Old West, a pirate ship-shaped bed, toys littering the floor, video-games all stacked up erratically in a corner next to a TV set, posters of rockets, aliens, cowboys, superheroes and villains (mostly villains), and pirates. Lined up against the wall was a treasure chest that contained several things such as Youngblood's costumes and props that he used when playing.

Finally, perched high up, dangling from a gold chain and the cleanest part of the room was the bird's home of what seemed like a regular bird perch, had it not been for the small swirling vortex with a plaque shown proudly overhead reading the name 'Theodore Corfether'. Of course nowadays he was known as "Youngblood's pet bird".

Much to his irritation…

Life was just cruel that way. Not pondering too much on a rather touchy subject for him, Corfether just made his way to where Youngblood was currently engaged in what seemed to be trying not to drown in a massive pile of toys. The kid's short legs were in the air kicking violently and a muffled sound was coming out of the pile that the bird had to hear what the green-haired brat was saying.

"AHA!" Youngblood shot out of the pile so suddenly it gave his bird companion such a fright that he let out a squawk, then was able to regain his composure from the one moment of embarrassment and quickly channeled it into an irritated glare directed at Youngblood. Once again oblivious to the withering look from the other ghost in the room, the deceased child held up the item that he had, somehow, miraculously found in the disoriented pile of toys.

It looked like nothing more than a common toy telescope that corporate cereal makers put in the boxes just to make consumers buy more cavity inflicting cereal. The bird was about to ask just what that seemingly worthless piece of plastic was for when Youngblood roughly grabbed his companion's bony tail, not caring for the wave of protesting squawks emitted from the parrot's mouth, and yanked him across the room to port-hole window above the bed.

"Let go of me you buffoon!" his exclamation, however, fell on deaf ears. The ghostly child was too busy looking out the window with his telescope seemingly looking for something. "What on earth are you doing?" Corfether asked uninterestedly, narrowing his eyes at Youngblood suspiciously when the twerp didn't reply back. "Did you not hear me," he said growing relatively annoyed with being ignored, "I asked you what you were doing?!"

"Will you keep it down," Youngblood retorted, "I'm trying to locate—Aha! There you are." The green–haired boy was smiling at whatever it was that he had spotted outside through the little plastic toy, readjusting it to get a better view of whatever his target was. "Thar she blows!" Youngblood proclaimed in a very bad imitation of the captain from "Moby Dick".

Corfether just rolled his eyes, "There what blow-squawk!"

Youngblood had pulled the parrot to his side and jabbed the telescope practically in the bird's eye socket, "There you see flounder hill is our first sausage."

"That's yonder hill and hostage not sausage," Corfether sighed tiredly at having to; once again, correct the boy's poor pirate usage language skills. "What in the devil am I suppose to be looking at anyways? All that I can spot through this ridicules plastic play thing is nothing more than a great big idiot. Oh wait…that's you! Ha ha!"

"Oh shut-up!" Youngblood snapped, "And it's not that hill you're supposed to be looking at, it's that one by the weird looking tree." He directed the bird's eyes to where his short fingers were pointing at the designated spot.

The bird followed the finger and caught sight of the same normal Ghost Zone background or and eerie swirling green with bits of pieces of rock floating here and there and a multitude of doors as well. The only difference was that on a small island of bare rock was currently Johnny 13 and his girlfriend Kitty, and by the looks of it looked like they were arguing about, something with Johnny's shadow leaning against a rock look utterly bored and annoyed with the two disputing ghosts.

"There is nothing out there except Johnny 13 and his little girlfriend Kitty," proclaimed Corfether.

"Precisely," beamed Youngblood with a smug grin. Corfether on the other hand just blinked at him quite confused.

"How could this possibly have any significance?"

Youngblood pulled old the old tattered book and opened it up to the first page, "Look, that old guy at that creepy book place said that this book would let me place who ever the heck I want into different fairytales and unless they finish the whole story the way it's suppose to be… well then that means that they'll be stuck in here for good."

It took less than a second for the bird to understand the ten-year-old; then again, he never was hard to see through in the first place anyways. "I see," he said smiling, "You plan to use this book to trap all of the more powerful ghosts inside right."

"Uh…sure something like that," the kid replied never taking his eyes off the book.

"That way you'd be free to rule the Ghost Zone without anybody standing in your way."

"Hmmm"

"A-You have no intention of doing what I've just said do you," it wasn't a question but more like a fact of life.

"Nope,"

"And why not?" the bird was starting to get infuriated with his so called 'master'. Here was the perfect opportunity to rule and be the strongest and actually getting what hey want and how they wanted and this fool wasn't even going to use or take advantage of this chance wisely. "This chance could never come again and your telling me that you don't want to—"

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a second," Youngblood cut him off mid-sentence, "I never said that I wasn't going to use it, I'm just going to use it in a different way that's all."

"And what way would that be captain," Corfether asked sarcastically.

"Easy, I'm going to use this thing to get back at a couple of jerks that have been a pain for some time now," Youngblood gloated holding up the book, "But first things first, I got to make sure that old dog didn't rip me off, so I thought I'd take it out on a little test run and since Johnny is the closest person that I don't like why not try it on him first. Then I can get on with everyone else."

"By any chance does one of these ghosts involve one called Danny Phantom?" the pet skeleton asked curiously.

Youngblood looked up and grinned maliciously, "Well duh!"

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"Aw come one Kitty," Johnny pleaded with his agitated girlfriend, who stood glowering in front of him, "I'm sure that I can get it fixed," holding up his hands in his defense as a barrier between him and the ghostly gal.

"Fixed, FIXED!!" Kitty fumed, "No Johnny, your bike can be fixed, a stupid car can be fixed, even with some work your manners can be fixed!"

"Hey!"

"But this can't be fixed!" She held up a broken mirror in her hand and pressed it close to the biker's face. The mirror had a huge crack in it with several shards missing from it and some of them seemed to be barely holding on.

Johnny chuckled nervously, "D-don't sweat it babe, here see," he took the mirror from her hands as she stood back with her arms crossed across her chest angrily. Johnny tried to ignore this act as he desperately tried to make amends with his girlfriend (again). "It just needs a little glue and we take a piece here and a piece there, and there you go it's all fixed." Instead of making things better, as he had originally intended, he ended up making more shards of the mirror fall off and shatter into even more pieces noisily on the ground. "Uh…I can fix that."

"Oh I'm sure you can fix anything," Kitty growled sarcastically, "But I bet you can't fix our relationship. We are through!" With that she stormed off leaving Johnny behind with his mouth open not believing what had just happened. It took him a few seconds to finally regain his senses.

"Kitty Wait!" it was too late, she was already too far away to hear his cry. "Well fine then!" he shouted at no one. "It was just a stupid mirror," he kicked a rock when he said this, but ended up kicking it harder than he meant to causing Johnny to now howl in pain and hop up and down while holding his injured foot. He stopped when he heard laughter from above.

"Ha Ha, what a dork!" Johnny looked up to see a certain ten-year-old brat that he truly despised with all his might, laughing and pointing at him. Infuriating the biker and making his foul mood grow even worse. First his girlfriend broke up with him over some stupid mirror, and now he has some twerp laughing at him, it was more than enough wounding of his dignity and pride to last him the rest of his afterlife.

In a second Johnny had flown up to Youngblood and had grabbed him by the collar, "What did you call me you little punk?" he snarled. Youngblood, however, seemed unfazed with his current situation and continued to smirk. Johnny did not like the way that the younger ectoplasmic entity in his fist was giving him a weird look like the child knew something that he didn't. "What the heck are you smiling about?" The bicker raised his fist above Youngblood's head in a striking position. "You better wipe that grin off your face before I make you," he threatened.

"Ooo I'm so scared," Youngblood mocked luring the unsuspecting biker towards the trap. "As if you can beat me, you can't even stand your own against your girlfriend."

That did it as far as Johnny was concerned. With a cry of rage he launched his fist towards Youngblood's face only to be stopped as the same kid in his clutched fist lifted up his hand and it transformed into an old fashioned revolver and fired off an energy ray from the barrel. It sent Johnny back crashing into his Shadow, which had been obediently waiting for Johnny's command for it to attack. But…Johnny had completely disregarded his shadow as he had been filled with too much rage to notice it at the moment.

Johnny sat up in a daze clutching his head in one hand, underneath him his shadow lay growling. He shook it off and glared at the smaller ghost, "Why you…"

Youngblood paid him no mind and retrieved the book from where his bird companion had been watching the whole ordeal in the background. Ignored like Johnny's shadow… that was the life that unimportant companions were doomed to suffer for all eternity.

Opening the book and turning to the proper page, Youngblood took out a pencil and slowly began to write something in the pages. Meanwhile, Johnny dropped his glare to a slightly lower degree that turned into curiosity at what Youngblood was doing. 'What the heck is he writing and why is he doing it in that book?' Johnny thought to himself, unable to comprehend the child's strange behavior at the current situation. "What…are you doing?"

Youngblood didn't look up but responded slyly, "Oh you'll see. Now then J O H N N Y 13…and done!" A few seconds after Youngblood had finished writing down Johnny's name a bright white light exploded from the pages and a strong force of wind began to suck in anything into the book within range. Youngblood struggled to aim it towards Johnny who was holding on to a boulder for his afterlife.

The vortex sucked in rocks, several dead trees, and much to Johnny's dismay, his bike. Upon seeing his precious bike disappear into the book Johnny cried out mournfully, "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! MY BIKE!!" At the same time he had unnoticeably let go of the boulder that was preventing him from being sucked in the first place!

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Johnny was soon sucked in and as soon as the last of his greasy blonde hair had disappeared into the book held in a pair of small childish hands, the vortex ceased to exist and the book returned to its old, shabby looking self again and was snapped shut.

There was no sign of Johnny anywhere.

His shadow had closed its eyes and had held on tight to whatever it could to escape the same fate that his master had now endured. Now that it was over, it opened his eyes and observed the area in confusion at not seeing its master. The dark figure's narrow green eyes fell upon Youngblood and Corfeather who floated side by side with the source of the strange force in the more immature of the twos' hands. Out of desire to avenge its master the bad luck omen charged at the wannabe pirate and bony parrot.

Neither of them moved though, they didn't even flinch. Instead, Youngblood just looked at the enraged entity coming to confront them and once again opened the book to the page where there was already one name on it.

"Now let's see… this story could use a lot more characters and I think that that creepy blob here would make a nice addition. Maybe I'll put him down for the role of a horse…" the ghost thought out loud making sure to glance up at Johnny's shadow. That seemed to get the bad luck shadow to halt a few feet away from Youngblood long enough to look at the book and at its holder then take off into some unknown destination in the Ghost Zone, just as long that it was far from the ten-year-old.

Youngblood stood (or floated) where he was blinking at where the shadow had flown off to, "Wow that was easy," he stated after a brief moment of silence, "I was sort of hoping that it would at least put up a fight instead of runaway like that."

"Yes but then again I have always thought that Johnny's shadow was a bit more intelligent than its master," the parrot skeleton said absently in a droll tone flying next to Youngblood.

"Ha Ha! He's such a dork if his side-kick is smarter than he his," laughed Youngblood.

"Yes that person would have to be a complete imbecilic little git," responded Corfether.

Youngblood had yet to figure out that his companion was making a slight reference to him, "I know! That sort of person has got to have a brain the size of a walnut!"

"Or smaller," the bird went on in a cheerful tone happily enjoying the child's ignorance.

"Yeah I know!" taking a more serious tone Youngblood said, "Alright enough fun, we have some names to write down."

"That's right; there may be a time limit to how long someone can be in that book,"

Youngblood just rolled his eyes, "Uh hello didn't you listen to what I said earlier?"

"Only just," the bird relied tiredly.

"Who's ever name is written in this book is stuck in here until they finish the story,"

It was Corfether's turn to roll his eyes, "I knew that already, what I'm worried about is how long a person can be in there if they don't have a character yet or if you're not done writing down all the names that you want yet."

"Oh, well then let's see if it says about anything like that in here," Youngblood started to flip through the yellowed pages for again hoping for some kind of clue but found nothing, "There doesn't seem to be anything here. Oh well." He shut the book and tucked it underneath his arm, "Better not chance let's get moving, Ember's place isn't far from here and I'd love to see the look on her face!" grinned the boy as the mental image came to mind.

"Then let's go, unless you wish to stay here and have me insult you even more without your knowledge…" the skeleton said slyly and quickly flew towards the direction of the blue-flamed pop-star's door.

"Yeah let's- Hey wait a minute! What's that suppose to mean?!"

Okay it is a little short but it gave a bit of important base work for the story. Kitty is definitely going to pop up again in later chapters. I just wanted a bit of comedy into this story that involved a bit of insults and romance which is going to come on even huge quantities for sure. I hope you all enjoyed this and aren't mad at me for such a slow update record but since I'm on Spring Break I'll really got a good head start this week at least until I have to drag my butt back to school. Thank- you to Thundersorm 101 for doing an awesome job in beta-reading this. Lately I've been having blot bunnies about doing a DBZ story just for the heck of it and this one doesn't have Siaman ((personally I think he's just too much of a dork).