This chapter is actually a continuation of a previous chapter, which means...actually, i don't knwo hat it means. Anyway, this one is rated somewhere in between K+ and T, for mildly suggestive themes. Nothing too bad, at least I don't think so. Let it begin!

Danny didn't know where he was.

It was dark. He knew that.

His feet didn't feel anything, yet they seemed to be supported upon some type of invisible floor.

He experimentally moved his arm. He didn't know why, but he had the idea that there was a possibility he wouldn't be able to move.

He tried to focus on what had happened. He knew that something had happened, but he just couldn't figure out what.

All he could get was some blurry picture...

...Wait, that picture wasn't inside his head, it was in front of him!

Danny immediately stopped focusing. The picture disappeared. Danny was stunned for a few seconds, but then decided to try something...

He focused on his 5th birthday party, a memory which was a lot clearer. Immediately, like a video was being played, the image appeared in front of him. Danny was amazed at the clarity his mind produced, even though his memories seemed a lot fuzzier. Sure, there was some skipping, and such, but-

Wait.

Wait a second.

His mind.

That's where he was!

He was unconscious, in a coma, or something like that...

Yes, that's exactly what happened!

So now he was in his own mind...

...creepy.

And kind of lonely.

Danny wished his friends were here.

Suddenly, Sam and Tucker appeared to his right and left, respectively.

"Hey, Danny!" said Sam, as if all of this was completely normal.

"Feeling better yet?" asked Tucker.

"N...not really..." said Danny, still a little stunned, and woozy as well.

"That's too bad..." said Tucker. "After all, I'm sure the real me misses you a whole lot..."

"Same here," agreed Sam. "But, maybe until you do feel better..." and as she said this, she got closer to Danny. A lot closer. "Maybe, you could make Tucker go away, and we could..."

"EW!" said Tucker.

"Oh, I wasn't going to suggest anything immoral!" said Sam. "Just a little make-out session, nothing more than that..."

"EW!" said Tucker.

"Wha-woo-way-what?" asked Danny, absolutely shocked.

"I'm just a figment of your imagination, Danny," said Sam. "So's Tucker."

"In case that wasn't already obvious..." murmured Tucker.

"So we're in touch with your thoughts," said Sam. "We act on your desires, your hopes, your dreams..."

"Your hormones..." said Tucker, with an evil smile. "Hint hint, Sam Sam...wait...EW!" And Sam smacked him upside the head.

"Now, see, that's what I really to see out of you two figments," said Danny, still a little stunned, but getting better every second. "Tucker making stupid jokes about puberty, and you beating him up!"

"Why I gotta be your dream punching-bag?" asked Tucker.

"No, I mean, I want to see you guys being like you are outside of this coma I'm in. I want you guys to just be...you guys!"

"Oh, you don't really want that..." said Sam, wrapping her arms around Danny's neck.

"That's it, I'm outta here..." said Tucker, fading away into Danny-knows-where.

"S-s-Sam..." said Danny, as she began to move in for the kiss. Danny suddenly placed his hand over her mouth. "Stop! Y-you're acting like...like Paulina!"

Danny hoped this would snap the imaginary Sam out of it, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Her eyes retreated into a flirty-half lidded expression, she grabbed his hand gently, but firmly, and pulled it off her mouth, setting it on her shoulder. "Part of you wants Paulina, don't you?" Sam asked...

...with a sudden Latino accent.

Danny gasped, pulling away as Sam suddenly transformed into the object of his high-school lusts, smiling flirtatiously all the while. "Your teenage hormones, to be more specific," said the newly formed Paulina. "But that's all of you that wants Paulina. The rest of you wants..." and she was suddenly Sam again, "Samantha Manson. So that's what you get!" and she moved towards him again.

"Sam..." said Danny, "I really do want this...I know that, you know that..."

"Good..." said Sam, "Then nothing is wrong..."

"No, something is very wrong," replied Danny. "This is wrong. This is all wrong...you're not even real!"

"Why should that matter?" asked Sam, placing one hand on his cheek.

"This is my mind, right?" said Danny, not answering her question.

"Yes, it is..." said Sam, moving towards him.

"Then I command you to get out of it...NOW!" roared Danny. Sam stepped back a step or two, but did not go any farther.

"Danny..." said Sam, "You can't just make thoughts disappear...you have to think of something else..."

"Or push them back to the back of my mind," replied Danny, "Like Tucker. Or like you."

With these words Sam slowly began to fade away, and as she faded, she said to Danny...

"Fine, Danny...push me away...but your own mind can rebel against you. The only way to keep me at the back of your mind is to focus on me, and by focusing on me, you bring back into existence...there are ways around this loophole, ways you subconsciously know, but they only last so long...I'll be back..."

And she was gone.

Danny sat down on the invisible, nothingness floor, beginning to cry. He was trapped in a place where all his dreams became reality, even though he didn't want them to. He was master of everything in the world around him, and he hated it. He wanted to go back home, to his real family, and his real friends. Not some fake friends, that unrealistically fulfilled his every want and need.

He wanted out.

Creepy indeed. Review, please!