Symbiosis

an: *Sigh* This makes me feel like a narrator. Note, the style is tad different. I hope the story is not too confusing. And yes, it is weird, but it's still awesome (for me, at least). Thank you very much.

-The Chiwii-

Phantom and I share more than a body; we share a soul. It wasn't always like this; my own soul was torn apart and Phantom's own was only partially formed. I don't know exactly how it worked; maybe Phantom had been formed very weak all along and just drifted and happened upon me in my time of need; or maybe the accident that killed half of me destroyed half of him as well. I doubt I'd ever know for certain. But truth is, whatever the case, I'm extremely grateful, even if that wasn't always the case. Because without him, I wouldn't still be alive.

At first, I denied his very existence with a passion. I didn't want to admit that I had changed, that I was no longer simply Danny Fenton, normal teenaged boy with socially crazy parents, but maybe something or someone else as well. I didn't want to have ghost powers or exercise the idea that I could be half ghost now when my parents hunted ghosts for a living. By the time I'd fallen through my bed for the fifth time, I had convinced myself that I had simply been daydreaming and fell off when I wasn't paying attention. And when I couldn't easily explain something away, I told myself I was dreaming.

It was brilliant, really. And my plan would have worked like a charm if it wasn't for the fact that it just kept happening and Phantom wouldn't stop interjecting his opinion about everything in my life at every waking second. By the time I finally succumbed to the idea that maybe I really did have ghost powers, Phantom was a regular bicker buddy in my day to day life. That, and my secret confidant of sorts, because I realized he wasn't about to go away and now that the truth, or part of the truth, had hit me, I was suffering from more nervous breakdowns than I had ever experienced in my life before.

It didn't help that my parents starting inventing things that actually started to work around me. Or maybe it was in that moment that everything finally clicked into reality for me once and for all. Either way, that day, I practically flew to the school to confide in the two, tangible people who were there when it all began: my friends, Sam and Tucker. I was finally willing to admit that I was no longer the same kid anymore and that I might even need help coming to terms with my new abilities. I was finally ready to work on them, on myself, and figuring out Phantom, who to this day, is my secret and mine alone.

If anyone wondered, that's why after a month of being half ghost, I still barely had any control over my own powers.

Which of course, the day I decide that I'm even remotely ghostly, as murphy's law would have it, is the first day I saw a ghost. Seriously, for a whole month, its just been me and my freaky powers worrying about, and now a ghost decides to pop up out of no where? How's that fair? Maybe it was a good thing, though, because if I had to choose, I'd choose the ghost over Sam's idea of a good lunch menu any day. Egh.

Anyways, if I had to describe the shining moment when I realized that Phantom and I were, in fact, two separate... erm... people smushed together in one body, I'd have to say it was when I... well... it felt like I was driving one moment, and then someone had the bright idea to push me out of the driver's seat and take the wheel. And then it was like ice, cold and frosty, all over my body. It was strange, because I could still feel everything, still see everything, but I couldn't control my own limbs. They moved of their own accord. And then I realized, as I flew off the ground and my hand formed a fist and punched at the meat monster that I wasn't even... me... anymore. My body was... Phantom's.

At first, I was freaking out. No doubt my loud screaming thoughts was what threw Phantom off balance so many times as he battled the she ghost lunch lady psycho bent on taking over Casper High with her meatiness of doom. I mean, what was to stop Phantom from moving on to hurt other people, kill people for his own pleasure? I was stuck. It wasn't like I could zap him with some cool ghost power or anything because in a way, I was him. Everything felt so messed up.

Of course, I should have realized that Phantom was not a ghost hell bent on destruction or murder or power. He just happened to be a ghost who happened to make up the other half of my soul for better or for worse. Does that make sense? Of course, at the time, I really didn't understand much of anything about him besides the fact that he was the one who annoyed the hell out of me for a month in my head when I thought I was going crazy. And wouldn't you know it, that whole driver's seat thing? Yeah, that's two sided. A-huh. That's right. I pushed Phantom out of the driver's seat.

Unfortunately, my timing is utter crap. How crappy? Well, just as a snapshot...

Imagine coming into full senses of your very human body while you're more than thirty feet in the air without any sort of solid support holding you up? That's right. I started to fall. Damn gravity.

Long story short, I, albeit a tad reluctantly, gave control back to Phantom who then went on to save the day using my dad's invention, the Fenton Thermos. He then, rather surprisingly, actually, gave me back my body... er... our body... when we landed, and I was assaulted with hugs from my two best friends. I hid the thermos behind my back when my parents came over, lied about what happened, and then walked off laughing off the weirdness with my friends.

That day, I vowed to use 'my' powers to save people and stop the ghosts coming into my world from destroying the world I loved. After all, I was Phantom and Phantom was me, and I felt everything that happened as if I was doing it anyways. It was probably the first thing we agreed on since we came together.

I never told my friends the truth, however, about the difference between Phantom and myself. They thought I was one person who happened to have two different forms. And I didn't have the heart to tell them otherwise.

an: Alright, I'll be honest. Not the best chapter I could have done. But whatever. It's here, so enjoy, hate, dismiss at your leisure. Thanks for reading.