Alex: Short chapter after such a long time, I know. I'm a terrible person.

Danny: You can say that again.

Alex: I'm a terrible person.

Sam: Now three times fast.

Alex: I'materribleperson. I'materribleperson. I'materribleperson.

Tucker: Now we just want it in writing.

Alex: You guys!

No, it couldn't be. It just couldn't. I waved my arms about and jumped up and down. The reflection of Danny in the van's dark tinted windows did the same again. I looked down at myself, my clothes didn't match the Danny's in the reflection. I blinked a few times trying to shake the image, then rubbed my eyes vigorously. Still there. I grabbed at the strands of hair that were hanging in my face, still brown. I felt my face, found the mole on my cheek, I was still me. But to everyone else I looked like Danny, or at least that was the theory.

"Danny!"
I spun around to see Jack towering over me with an excited expression on his face. He was almost jumping up and down as he spouted,
"Hurry and give me the plasma collector!"
That's when a dejected Maddie Fenton emerged from the alley,
"Don't bother, Jack. It's too late."
His bottom lip quivered as he sank to his knees and began screaming to the sky.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Madeline came up behind him and helped him to his feet. She patted him consolingly on the back.
"It's ok, we'll get 'em next time."

They clambered back into the van, and before they sped off I jumped in the back. At least I got a free ride to Fenton Works. The ride gave me some time to think about what was going on. I looked down at myself again finding that faint trace of a scar leftover from recess roughhousing. I was obviously still me so perhaps in a way I was taking Danny's place. People perceived me as Danny because the gap he left behind was now filled by me. Yeah, that sounded legit. Legit as fictional characters falling out of a T.V. set. Then it hit me like a battering ram, I didn't even know if I could get back! How? What if I got stuck here forever mistaken as Danny Fenton and Phantom hunted by both bullies and ghosts alike? An image of my head hanging on Skulker's wall came to mind.

I shook my head, trying to keep myself together. One problem at a time, weapons first, way home later. I would've gotten some weaponry from the back of the van but the Fenton's would have asked questions. The RV screeched to a stop in front of a bizarre looking building, Fenton Works. I immediately pulled open the door and raced into the house. Suddenly a voice called from behind me.

"Where are you going so quickly, Danny?"

I froze in my tracks and slowly spun on my heels to face the speaker, Maddie.

"To the lab," I said hesitantly, "to do my chores."
"Well if you're going down there then take these."
She said while dropping a pile of equipment into my arms. I watched as her and Jack trudged into the house with dejected looks etched on their faces. Poor guys, yet another ghost had slipped from their grasp. As soon as they were out of sight I found my way down to the basement. The basement converted lab was filled with the sound of whirring machinery and beep and boops accompanying them. I set down the pile of gadgets as I awed at the shiny chrome and mass amounts of technology contained in the room.

I started to go through their stuff, not fearing being caught because I knew that when something like the squirrel incident happened Jack was sure to sulk for at least a couple of hours and not come near the basement. How did I know that? I stopped in my tracks. Oh hey, an ectoplasmic rocket launcher! Good gosh they had a lot of cool stuff. I found myself a bag and began chucking the artillery in.

I was pawing my way through rows of shiny weapons when it happened. The room suddenly turned cold and I felt a shiver go down my spine. I rubbed my hands on my arms to help them regain some warmth when I saw the puff of blue breathe waft from my mouth. In surprise I clamped my hands over my lips, my eyes wide. What the heck was going on? Surely not- no- it couldn't be.

I looked at my reflection again in the shiny surface of a failed invention where Danny stood staring back at me. A steamy cloud of expelled breathe that escaped from my lips dissipated quickly in the basement air. I pulled my arms into my shirt as I searched the walls for a thermostat. Well, no wonder! The air conditioner was turned on full blast. As I quickly dialed back the air I let out a sigh of relief. I was worried for a second there. I thought maybe- AUGH!

I was thrown to the floor in flash, bound tight by glowing green ropes. It was bad enough that I had pulled my arms into my shirt but now the restricting bonds were crushing my elbows against my ribcage in the most painful fashion. I was face down on the floor struggling to get loose when the voice came.

"Seems to me that you've been dimension jumping. And that's against the rules, punk."

Oh no, that baritone southern drawl sounded uncomfortably familiar. A shove from a boot to my back flipped me over and slammed me against the wall, hard. I'm not ashamed to say I screamed out in pain, it felt as if my body had been pulverized with a meat hammer. I opened my eyes again to find a wall of white, looking closer I saw that white wall was a man, then even closer, a ghost.

"Walker."

Tucker: Say, um, Alex?

Alex: Yeah?

Tucker: I can't help but notice that this story seems to be severely lacking something.

Alex: And what is that?

Tucker: ME!

Alex: I'm getting back to you!

Danny: What about me? I'm the title character!

Alex: You too! Gosh, guys just chill out!

R&R?
Even for a terrible person such as I?
I am ashamed.
It's just, school, you know? *sigh*