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I haven't been able to go on as much as before, sorry ~_~ but I'll try to update as much as I can. I'm so in the Halloween mood right now... ._. *raids Party City* And because of so much Sam-Clocky dialogue in the previous chapters, I have written thee the amazingness known as...OTHER DIALOGUE! *dunt dunt dunt*

Enjoy! ^0^

How had it come to this?

Wes sprinted to cover behind a brick wall, a loud boom! popping his ears and making them ring.

Once upon a time, life had actually been great compared to this. He was living the life of an honor roll student in Casper High, 70% of his class wasn't dead and ghost attacks weren't half as lethal as they were now. Sure, they existed, but at least there was a one-sided opinion on their ghostly hero, Danny Phantom, who "protected" them from some of the attacks.

Now, it was completely the opposite.

Danny Phantom-or better known as Dan Phantom now-was a tyrant and a killer. He had killed one billion people and desecrated Africa, Europe, and parts of the Netherlands. Of what news Wes had heard of the Ghost Zone, about 77% of the ghost population had decreased and thousands of lairs had been destroyed or eviscerated.

The world was screwed.

Wes knew that it would only be a few weeks-days, more like-that all of Earth would be desecrated. He would never see his family again, even though he could barely find them now. He would never see green grass. He would never have a house, or get married, or have kids of his own. His future would be obliterated.

Because of him.

Why did Manson and Foley have to die.

Why did the Fentons have to die.

Why did Lancer have to die.

Why did this life have to be shot to hell.

Because Fenton-that stupid, stubborn, arrogant Daniel Fenton-didn't tell anybody about his stupid halfa secret and didn't get any stupid help.

Wes wish he had figured it out sooner. Of course, now that he thought about it, he'd caught him in the act of transforming once or twice. He'd been too dumb to understand it though, and played it off as a stunt for a mini movie or something.

Stupid Fen-

"Kid! Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, Wes was sailing into a brick wall, covering his neck at the last second. An ectoplasmic implosion seared away all solid matter where he was formerly standing. Blearily trying to see who had thrown him out of the way, Wes saw that his former classmate and world's most successful ghost hunter Valerie Gray had shot him away.

"What was that for?" Wes snapped.

Valerie's eyes were stone cold. "Saving your life. Get back in the Amity safezone. Phantom's out again."

As if on cue, a chillingly loud scream echoed several meters away.

Valerie jumped off her board and shoved Wes into an empty car. "Stay hidden!" she hissed, and soared away.

Boom.

Boom.

Whir.

"Why hello there, Valerie."

The ghost hunter cocked her blaster with a fierce glint in her eyes. "Hey there, scum."

Dan smirked and laughed with a vicious hiss. "What bold words you have there! I remember the days when you used to like me." He turned his head and chuckled for a moment. "But I do remember when you would hunt me for sport as well, so…"

Valerie's mouth curled into a snarl. Dan's fist glowed an eerie emerald.

"I think it's my turn to hunt you."

Blame Tumblr for Wes Weston. As cliche as this is, #poorwes