"...You're kidding, right?" – Normal speech

"WHAT IS THIS?!" – Other means of speech (telepathy)

'No one can hear my thoughts! ...Wait, what do you mean this is a fanfic?' – Thoughts

'I remember it like it was yesterday... Wait, it was yesterday!' – Dialogue in flashbacks

(THIS. IS. AWESOOOOME!) – notes and stuff


"—AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Danny, Sam, and Tucker ran to the window to see a ghost falling from a glowing blue portal in the sky that was already closing.

"You know what to do, Danny." Tucker said as he started up his PDA, ready to type in observations to add to their ghost files.

"Sam, do you have backup ready?" Danny asked, nodding towards Sam.

"Of course, what do you expect? Just remember to call for backup, we wouldn't want that to happen again." Sam said, taking out a small arsenal of weapons and narrowing her eyes at Danny, who blushed at the last part, clearly remembering the time when he made a mistake.

"Just remember, this is probably a new ghost, so be careful." Tucker said to Danny as he transformed and flew through the window.

"Hey, this is my turf, so get your tail out of here before I kick your ass!" Danny called out to the dazed lump on the ground. When he seemingly received no response, he tried again. "This is your last chance to back out of here and do that weird thingy you just did again!"

"You really think that you can beat me? Well, let's test out that theory." Enormous black leathery wings flapped, lifting the other ghost up with no effort as he floated in place, red eyes calmly meeting green.

"You'll pay for that comment!" Danny yelled as he charged at the other ghost, two bright green ectoblasts joining together to form a blinding white beam. It was the strongest he could make it, and could disintegrate most ghosts he fought. (Little did he know, many of the ghosts that came to his town to fight him were pathetically weak (and stupid), and an average ghost would come out only moderately damaged.) Much to his shock and horror, the other ghost flicked his tail (when did that get there?) and deflected the beam somewhere else.


"NOOOOOOO!" A NASA engineer yelled, a probe having been destroyed by something white.


"My turn." The other ghost flickered into existence 10 feet away to his left, and calmly shot a small white orb about the size of a golf ball, going so fast all he saw was a blinding white streak.

His vision went white, but not before he yelled out, "BACKUP!"

Sam and Tucker looked at each other. If Danny let go of his pride long enough to ask for backup something was wrong.

They ran outside to where they had seen the fight, and were mortified upon seeing Danny's unresponsive body.

"DANNY!" They yelled as one, running to help their friend. Sam let out a sigh of relief when she realized he was still breathing.

"You'll pay for that, ghost!" Sam screeched, firing a large green ball of energy from a Fenton Bazooka she seemingly produced out of nowhere.

He calmly deflected it with a gauntlet, where it hit somewhere else.

A plane flying to Australia gained a new hole in its wing.

"I have better things to do then watch you try to hurt me with those things you call weapons." Cold red eyes showed that he didn't even consider them worthy of his notice, and he flew away with a loud sonic boom and a trail of white light, which quickly died away.

A ghostly crow cawed, flying away as the streets were deserted.


"I don't know what happened, but he was really strong. I didn't even catch his name, but I do know he looked kind of creepy, with the black wings and tail." Danny said, his shirt off as Sam tended to his wounds.

"So we'll just call him Shadow or something like that, it's not really that important. Maybe he'll give us his name if you say it enough. You said he moved very fast, had teleportation, or used some other power?" Tucker said, typing things into the ghost files.

"He also had wings, although I don't think he really needed them, and a tail. I didn't see that much of him."

"Well, we'll just have to make you stronger. Next time you'll be able to beat him!"

Danny groaned, burying his face in his hands. He hated training.

It was official. Mondays sucked.


"Wait, let me get this straight. You want me to take ghost steroids?" Danny said, gaping in horror and shock. That was even worse than training!

"Well, they're not steroids, per say, just focused ghost energy. They'll give you a boost." Tucker said, holding up a syringe with a glowing green liquid inside, which sloshed around with a strange noise, making Danny want them even less, if that were possible.

"Yeah, but... That stuff looks like some kind of acid! How do you know it won't kill me?!" Danny said, eyes darting around for some means of escape as he was backed into a corner by the people he called his friends.

"Calm down, Danny. You've taken injections before without knowing what effects they might've had on your half ghost body." Sam said, trying to calm him down.

"...That just made me feel a lot less confident in taking whatever you try to give me next time."

"True, but it worked, didn't it?"

"Still, there is no way you are putting that stuff in me." Danny said, already knowing it was a lost cause when he realized there was no space left between his back and the corner.

His scream ran out through the entire house.

Thankfully Jazz was at college, and Danny's parents were at a ghost hunting convention for the nest two days.


(Let's refer to alternate Danny as Shadow for now.)

Shadow couldn't believe it. Had his alternate self really fallen that far? He had seen it in action in Clockwork's time portal, but seeing it in real life, and directed at him was much worse. He was an annoying, brash idiot with an over inflated ego and an above average level power, which he seemed to like flaunting around.

Honestly, he couldn't really see why all the other ghosts were so interested in him. Their fascination with him really made no sense, because there was a simple, logical explanation that most people could've easily thought of by themselves.

Danny Phantom didn't have as much power as him, because if he did, the ghostly energy would've started rotting his body inside out. Or given him cancer. Or something.

Of course, it was a theory made by the crazy evil frootloop who turned him into this, so Shadow had decided to not put all his faith in it.

Then again, said crazy evil frootloop figured out how clone halfas and developed the ghost gauntlets... and made a human-ghost shield... and was a genius... but was still crazy and had a cat named Maddie. Anyone who had multiple holograms of a married woman who hunted ghosts was not someone you should trust.

NEVERMIND; that theory should be crossed off, considering that it was coming from the guy who cloned other people.


"ARGH!" Danny's body gave one last green electrical crackle before finally stopping, although he was still smoking slightly.

"I... am... never... doing... that again." Danny said weakly, panting heavily between pauses.

Sam pulled out a small device used to measure a ghost's power and smiled. "Up by 0.2 points. We're going to get there in no time."

"Yeah, only 23 more injections to go." Tucker said, smiling confidently back before holding up a box of sterilized needles with glowing green liquid inside all of them, with the exception of one empty slot.

Danny passed out, reverting to human form.

Sam and Tucker sat down next to him, both grinning evilly. This would be fun.

-Time skip-

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Danny yelled, 23 needles sticking out of him in random places.

"Sorry Danny, but it was either this or you doing each one individually. And we all know how that would turn out, right?" Sam said, smiling innocently at him.

Danny only groaned in response.

Sam scanned him again and smiled at him. "Well, you're at 8.5 now. At this level of power I'm sure you'll be able to take on Shadow, because we haven't seen any ghosts with a higher power than that so far." Sam pretended to not hear Tucker's comment about her ignoring most of the ghosts Danny met.

"Well, this would be the perfect time to test out this new device I made..." Tucker said, rubbing his hands together like an evil villain.

"TUCKER!" Both Danny and Sam yelled.

"What? I was just kidding?" Tucker said with his arms raised in a submissive position.

More screams rang out.

It was amazing that the neighbors never noticed that people were screaming in pain in the basement. Maybe they were just ignoring it?

-Next door-

Light Yagami hummed happily while listening to screams coming from the neighbor's basement while he ate potato chips and wrote in a black notebook.

Life was good.


"Master! The, the scanners have d-d-detected a, a new demon! The, the Hounds want you to c-come as soon as p-possible!" A young man wearing completely white said to an older man, who was wearing a white suit.

"Excellent. Tell everyone to clean up their ceremonial wear; we have a demon to find soon. ...AND DON'T FORGET, THE EMBLEM GOES ON THE BACK!" The man glared at the younger at the last comment, which left him cowering in a corner before he picked himself up only because he feared what the master would do to him if he forgot it... again.

The other man walked down white corridors, giving off the air of confidence that only people who were absolutely sure of what they were doing. Soon enough, he reached the east wing, where the researchers all worked on tracking down demons and recording their research. There was also a team of highly trained hackers looking for any classified information on something that might've been supernatural, never leaving a trace or any sort of footprint. The team of scientists was working on... actually, not even he knew. Nor did he want to know. The inventors worked on weapons and just things in general that would make things easier. Then, of course, there was the team of people who jokingly called themselves "hell hounds" or just "hounds" for short, because of how they tracked demons down and swore to never give up. This was the room that he entered.

"Hello, Gregory. What is so important about this new demon that you wanted to tell me personally about?" The man asked, nodding at a raven haired scientist with glasses, who was wearing the white lab coat of the Research Department, with a picture of a hellhound on the left breast pocket.

"I don't really think it's my place to tell you; after all, they did most of it." Gregory nodded to the rest of your team.

"Oh, Gregory, don't belittle yourself so much. You're a much better researcher than you give yourself credit for." The other man said, patting Gregory on his back.

"I may be, but if I didn't, I would grow an ego as big as yours!" Gregory bantered back, smiling.

By now, the other people in the room had overheard their conversation, and practically sprinted towards them.

"Master, we have discovered something the likes of which we have never seen before!" One man yelled, throwing himself at his 'master's' feet, as the others followed suit.

"Please, you don't need to call me that, nor do you need to throw yourselves at my feet. Haven't we gone over this before? Call me Alexander; we're all coworkers here." The man said, trying to move the other people from his legs without hurting them.

"But master, you took us in when nobody believed us and trained us. It's the least we can do!" One cried out, sobbing uncontrollably as he buried his face in Alexander's leg.

Alexander facepalmed. "Okay, so could you at least tell me what you've discovered?" he asked, glaring daggers at Gregory who was (unsuccessfully) trying to hide his smile.

"Oh... yeah... that. Jeffrey, could you explain to Master what we've found?"

"Of course, Master!" The man who had previously been crying on Alexander's leg said enthusiastically, jumping on his coworkers who either didn't notice or didn't care. He ran over to a computer and motioned for the other people to get up and stop grabbing Alexander's legs like the world was about to end. Alexander walked over, smiling at the antics of the other people in the room.

"This new demon has strange energy patterns, no less weak than the others we've seen so far, but different," the man pointed to a red line on the paper, zigzagging in the same way a polygraph would look, "but this line here indicates that it may also be part ghost!" The man pointed to a green line which went over the red line, crossing over it. "See, the red line spikes upward most of the time when the green one spikes downward, and the green one looks like the pattern a ghost's would usually take—a consistent level while spiking when any ghostly powers are used. The demon line also seems similar to it, but more not exactly ghostly. That led us to the conclusion that it's not simply possession, but the two forces are working together and both belong to one being." The man concluded, looking eagerly at Alexander's face to see what he would think.

"This... do you know what this means?" Alexander asked rhetorically, already knowing that the others knew what it meant.

"Yes... that our theory was true." The other man said, grimacing at the thought.

"Yes. I'll visit the Battle Department. In the meantime, I want you to keep gathering information about this demon and what it may entail." Alexander said gravely, watching as the small group of people returned to their positions, all traces of the playful idiots gone, as a team of devoted researchers who would do anything to find what they were looking for was left behind. They really were like hounds, playful, but ready to kill when the order came.

Alexander walked away, closing the door behind him. They would have to work with out distractions, and he knew he would only be a hindrance.

Besides, the Battle Department was all the way in the west wing, far away from the delicate equipment and experiments in the east wing. They tended to try to kill each other if forced to work together, the Battle Department wielding swords and guns while the Research Department threw deadly acids and poison gas bombs.

Contrary to popular belief, hackers weren't good with just computers.

-Because no one wants to see 3 paragraphs of just walking-

As Alexander neared the east wing, the sounds of yells and the clashing of swords grew louder. The sounds of angry medics yelling at patients were the loudest, though. Alexander opened a white door with streaks of red painted on it, and was almost hit by a stray knife. The sounds of battle abruptly stopped, and everything was unnaturally silent.

"Now, who threw that knife?" Alexander said, clearly expecting an honest answer.

A man raised his hand, and walked over to Alexander, trembling in fear. He began shaking violently when Alexander grabbed his throwing hand, already fearing the worst.

To his surprise, Alexander held his hand and corrected the position he had been holding his knife in.

"Always remember, a dull blade is more dangerous than a sharp one. A teammate who refuses to ask others for help is the same way. I know you want to do it by yourself, but what if you struck down one of your teammates in battle?"

Even though the young man was blushing furiously and felt humiliated by forgetting their creed, he knew Alexander was right. He nodded at Alexander, not trusting his own voice at the moment.

"Good, now on to more pressing matters. I want you to tell the Stealth Unit and the Weapons Department to prepare for battle. I am going to personally choose a small group of five to find a new demon because the area we will be going in is a red area for ghosts, possibly even black. Please also tell the medics; they will probably send in a ghost expert with you. Even if you are not chosen, train hard, because we will be preparing for war. Now, I need someone good with swords, someone who is familiar with the SED in either sword form, mirror form, or transfer form, and someone who can use many short ranged weapons. I'll have to go to the Assassin Unit to find someone who can fire long range energy projectiles. If you do apply, you will have to be able to work with the others and be skilled. Now, who wants to join?"

Most of the people in the room ran over to him.

Alexander sighed.

It was going to be a long day.

-Small time skip-

A man clumsily used a Supernatural Energy Device in mirror form, but lost control and was hit by the energy beam, knocking him out instantly.

"MEDIC!" Alexander yelled, and a group of people wearing white rushed in and put the man on a gurney, disappearing at the same speed.

"NEXT!"

A man came in, threw a knife at a target, but missed by about ten feet and was promptly dismissed.

"next..." Alexander said, burying his face in his hands. He only needed to find the sniper, but it seemed like cosmic forces were using him as entertainment, because he knew his men were much better than this. It could also be stage fright, but this world was so messed up an explanation like that was rare.

A man walked in with soap suds in his hair, completely drenched in water with only a towel and a rubber ducky dressed like an assassin from Assassin's Creed.

Alexander facepalmed. Okay, now he knew strange forces were at work here.

After all, the only person who owned a rubber ducky like that was Alexander. He had paid several hundred dollars to have it specially made and for it to be durable.


This is the longest chapter for anything I've ever written... and I admit I wrote pretty much all of it in the last week. Before I only had the first paragraph... and I replaced that, too. But at least you have your new chapter~! Please review and tell me if you spotted any mistakes~!

-Lightning