I'll let the title speak for itself. This will be up real soon-once I pick what the bad guy's plot is going to be that is!

Opposite—Adjective; contrary or radically different in some respect common to both, as in nature, qualities, direction, result, or significance.

Noun—A person or thing that is opposite or contrary.

Danny groaned, slowly stirring from his prone position on some uncomfortable flat surface. His head throbbed horribly and his limbs felt like wood, stiff and flat. Finally managing to get his hands under his chest and push up from the ground, he opened his eyes to look around for any signs of danger, or fan girls. Seeing no signs of either, he sat up on his knees and rubbed the back of his head, finding a large knot almost instantly behind his hair.

Wincing, he stood up to test his legs and found them to be stable enough hold his weight. Looking around again—this time to find out where he was—he saw a large flat piece of land with playground equipment and a sandbox—the park.

"Why am I here?" he asked himself, puzzled and a bit wary. "The last thing I remember was being in the Ghost Zone."

The Box Ghost had gone and stolen a bunch of his dad's junk from the garage sometime in the night while they were all asleep. Danny had just gotten back from rounding up a bunch of lesser ghosts and was annoyed to find this certain spector in his dad's things. Of course being a chicken most of the time, the Box Ghost had gotten good at dodging attacks then giving them. This of course led to Danny getting frustrated and angry and he followed the empty-handed ghost into the Ghost Zone for some misplaced aggression. This in turn led to him running into a few ghosts that weren't too happy to see him there and a large fight ensued which Danny had a hard time remembering about.

"Stupid ghosts," Danny grumbled.

He glanced at the playground again and frowned. He didn't know why, but something about the equipment puzzled him. It just didn't look right, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what was wrong. It was like looking at one of those What's Wrong game pages in old magazines when you're waiting for the dentist to drill into your mouth. Shaking his head and deciding it was nothing, Danny gained air and flew off in the direction of home.

The sky was becoming a light grey with the first rays of the sun peeping over the edge of the land. Danny groaned, he had been out all night and now there was no chance of sleep at all—and he had that test in history today.

He stopped in the air, an uncomfortable feeling creeping over him as he looked at the ground. He was near the strip mall on the edge of town—that was in the opposite direction of his house.

"I could have sworn I was going to the right way," he said to himself. "Must be the lack of sleep catching up to me."

He did a half turn and headed in the other direction, but that feeling came over him again that something just wasn't right. He tried to ignore it, but the feeling just wouldn't go away. You know that feeling where something is just horribly wrong—it tingles up the base of your spine and then it makes your whole body spasm for a second as if you were touched with something unbearably cold? That feeling you get when you think you're being watched or something is going to grab you from the shadows? Yeah, Danny was having that feeling.

"But everything looks normal," Danny frowned, looking down at the street.

Cars were already about this early in the morning, zipping along in their corresponding lanes as if everything was fine, but that feeling still nagged him.

"What could possibly—"

He cut himself short when he noticed that the cars were going the wrong direction. It was as if they were suddenly planted in Europe or the lanes had been switched or something, and the street lights were on. Shouldn't they be off by now, then again, why were the stars out and the moon rising if it was morning?

"What is going on here?" Danny asked himself.

Thinking he could handle this better if he got home first, he flew towards Fenton Works and phased into his room. It was then he knew he wasn't home any longer.

Yes the walls were still blue, yes everything was covered in space stuff, but the posters of some boy band and woman explorers were not his—as well as the bras hanging out of the dresser drawer. The whole room was messy, which was just like his, but everything was rearranged to be the totally opposite. If you put this room and his room together, you would get a rather garbled mirror image, as in everything was backwards in his eyes. He peeked into the adjoining bath room and saw a hair curler, all sorts of makeup, and other feminine things that should have been in Jazz's part of the house.

"What is going on here?" he whispered in horror. "This is a girl's room!"

"James, leave me alone!"

Danny froze at the voice that yelled on the other side of the closed door. He turned invisible just as the door opened and a heated argument ensued between two people. The one that opened the door was a girl, about his own age. She had messy black hair that hung in her face and a pony tail that was horribly crooked. Her eyes were an icy blue, just like his, and her dress was similar—red shirt with a white logo, dark blue jeans with all white sneakers. The second person was a dude, older then the girl and had striking similarities to Jazz. His hair was red and cropped short and his eyes were a teal blue. His long-sleeved black shirt buttoned down the middle and his pants were a light blue with the black dress shoes peeping underneath.

"Get your own life James!" the girl yelled at him, trying to close the door on the guy.

"You can't just go about all hours of the night Dani," the guy argued. "It's not safe."

"I'll be perfectly fine," Dani argued back, giving the guy a scowl that Sam would be proud of. "You know I'll be fine."

"That doesn't stop me—or Mom and Dad for that matter—worrying about you."

"For one, Mom and Dad don't know okay? Two, it's really none of your business James, you're a horrible aim and you know it. Three—huh, I guess there isn't a three."

"My aim's improved a lot," James grumbled.

"Yeah, why don't you go work on that while I go on patrol with Samuel and Trish? Don't make me overshadow you."

Reluctantly, James walked away leaving the girl to shut the door and look around her room.

"I really need to clean this place someday," she said then two rings appeared around her head and feet, meeting at the center.

Her hair turned white, her eyes turned neon green, and her outfit was replaced with a white and black jumpsuit with that famous DP logo that was known to Danny so well. Man, even the suit was opposite on her, it looked like the original suit that Danny put on before he got shocked by the portal. With one last look at her door, the girl flew up and phased through the roof.

Danny became visible and slumped down to the ground, his back leaning against the bed.

"What kind of world am I in now?" he asked himself—knowing he had just seen himself and Jazz in some deformed opposite reality—a reality he was trapped in.