Danny took a few moments to stare at the door on the other side of the room, he was oblivious as to what was on the other side, he wasn't scared, but of course nervous.
"Better play this thing and get started."
He walked to the door, and twisted the knob, he held his breath and opened it. As he did, he changed into his ghost form, two rings formed around his torso and he felt his jumpsuit replace his clothing; now he ready for whatever was on the other side...
A corridor.
Danny let out the breath he was holding. Before him was a gently lit hallway, with two lights on the walls to the left, the floor was wooden-ed and surprisingly polished. His footsteps softly made thumped as he moved, and the glowing energy that covered him from head to toe gleamed against the walls. He strained his ears, he heard something hissing, he found the source of the sound, right before he turned a corner to the right there was a window. It was raining outside.
"This isn't what I expected, isn't there some monster or clown out here to freak me out by now?" Danny muttered under his breath.
He looked to his left, and saw a dresser sitting with old photos. Not only photos, but someone had left trash and old candy just sitting there, they appeared to have collected dust for awhile. He looked and turned to the right and the hallway extended, he scanned the walls close to himself and further down, on the right wall was another door.
He went to that door and twisted the knob, but it was locked. He gave up easily and walked on, scanning more of the hallway, he stopped and saw another door, and this time it was the front entry door of whosoever house this was. Something was bugging him, another sound, he looked up and was hearing something squeak, it was a single chandelier rocking back and forth, which was strange, there was no wind or draft to cause it to move so eerily.
"Um, is anyone home?!" Danny randomly spoke out.
Only silence again.
"Not the best idea to call out in an empty house, they'd think I broke in, but I could really use some help." He scratched his head.
Danny looked in front of him, there was another dresser, with more trash on it along with dust and cobwebs, and an old radio.
"Really, what is so threatening about this place? Walker's prison gives me more chills." He derisively chuckled.
He looked to the left and there was one more door, and this time, it was wide open.
"Finally, I can get out of here." He said cheerfully.
He went and could see a small staircase, he ran down to it and at the end a another door was waiting for him. He twisted the knob and went through it and closed it behind him.
He gasped in shock and his green eyes widened. It was the exact same corridor he was in a few minutes ago.
"What's going on?!"
He picked up his pace, he heard another sound, it sounded like static. He turned his gaze to the left and remembered the old photos that sat on that dresser, and something caught his attention.
"Why I didn't I notice this in the first place?" He said out loud.
In the pictures, they contained him and his family! One he recognized was with his mother Maddie when he was a toddler, one with the whole family, and another with everyone, including himself with Sam and Tucker all posed outside the Fenton house.
He was starting to feel very unsettled and confused.
BANG! BANG!
He jumped out of his skin, flew up in the air half a foot, and saw that something was knocking on the door to his right.
BANG. BANG.
He put himself back on the floor, and tried to open it.
"Hey, someone in there?" He yelled.
There was no answer.
He waited a moment.
Then he gave up and walked to the final door by the entry way, this time.. it was closed. Then he found where the static noises was coming from, it was the radio.
-"Half of the US is grieving over the loss of an entire family that was tragically killed after an explosion went off in local restaurant in Amity Park, Colorado.."(static)
Danny went stiff and froze, listening to what this reporter was saying, why did that sound so familiar? With eyes wide he slowly turned and looked at the radio;
"-The only surviving member was the youngest son 14 years of age, Daniel Fenton, who came at the wrong place and time including the family, had witnessed the accident and was unable to help before the restaurant's hot sauce steamers became overheated and.."
Danny tightened his fists, "Is this some really sick, twisted joke?" He growled.
He then suddenly heard something open, he quickly looked at the door that was locked, the one in which something was knocking against it from earlier. It was open...it opened slowly, and made a creepy creaking noise. Cockroaches, the size of..God knows how big they were, crawled out of the threshold and onto the floor and walls.
Something told him inside of him to not go there. For the first time since he lost sight of Sam and Tucker, he felt chills even colder than his own ice powers go down his spine. His breath, wisped in the air.
If there's a ghost in there, I can't just ignore it, I have to look.
He slowly went to the door, it wasn't opened fully but just by a few inches. This time he chose to be silent and prepare for an attack if something or someone was in there, he avoided stepping on the roaches that scurried past him.
He peered into the doorway, and could faintly see a sink and toilet, so it was a bathroom. Since it was locked he assumed it was another room or closet.
He got closer.
His skin crawled. Because for a split second, something from the other side of the door grabbed the knob and slammed it shut.
Danny's heart skipped a beat and he jumped back violently, almost losing his balance.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" He shouted.
He replayed the scenario in his mind. He didn't see the thing or person's face clearly, but it looked like it had dark hair and was about the same height as him; then he heard a door open and looked down, the last door at the end of the hallway had opened itself wide.
Something is toying with me and is trying to scare me senseless.
Before he decided to go to that door, he tried to open the one that was shut, it was locked again. He went to the other one.
"I want out of here." He said irritably.
(static) "With no place to go, Daniel Fen(static) was sent to live with Vlad Masters, due to his selfish and lazy ego-"
Danny glared at the radio, he could've sworn it was talking to him, or was it?
(static) "With no place to go to Daniel Fenton was sent to live with Vlad Masters, who was a colleague of his father Jack Fenton, (static) more is to come to his harrowing story, so don't touch that dial now we're just getting started.."
Music started to play, and a woman's voice started to fill the air.
''Here's a lullaby to close your eyes...(goodbye)...it was always you that I despised...I don't feel enough for you to cry..."
"Just what do you know about me, I never killed or hurt my family, that happened in a different timeline." He muttered to himself.
Danny hoped that this time the door led to somewhere else. He was getting aggravated, whoever was teasing him like this was going to pay big time. He would find this ghost responsible.
He went down the staircase again and opened the door...
The same hallway was there once again. Danny's ghost sense went off and wisped into the air, the air had to have been about 20 degrees cooler.
Something is here, though I should remind myself this is a game, it's not real. But it seems each time I come here, something changes, and now I should be prepared. One thing for sure, at least; I don't think Vlad is behind this.
He walked down, and...he heard...someone sobbing. Danny went stiff again, all senses in his body were on high alert. He raised his right fist, letting his energy form into a ball; the green light glowed brightly. He turned to the corner ready to fire his ghost blast if needed...
He pounced, and was ready to shoot;
He stopped.
He saw the "person" who was sobbing. He squinted his vision to see better.
It was a boy,
With black hair,
White T shirt with a red dot on his chest,
Blue jeans,
Red sneakers.
He had his fists into balls against his eyes, tears were rolling down his face.
Danny's green eyes and pupils shrunk from shock.
It was himself...?
"M-m-mom...D-dad...Jazz..." (sobs) "I'm so-so sorry.."
"Hey, who're-?..." Danny reached out a hand to him, and took just a few steps forward, the lights cut out and the crying boy was gone.
"Wait!"
The ball of ectoblast he had prepared vanished, as well as everything else in the corridor. It was pitch black. The halfa's heart raced, sweat started to roll down his temples.
"Just...just keep going. That's all I should do now." He bowed his head down, and lifted his hand up and lit up his hand with the green energy again. He walked into darkness, there was faint lighting on the door with the staircase. He opened it once more and repeated the cruel cycle.
The corridor he saw, was not was brightly lit as before, this time the end of the hallway's lights were off. He was not letting that get to him, even though in truth, it was starting to.
"Honestly, I've fought in the dark plenty of times and it's never scared me, but something about this place isn't right..." He trailed off.
Why was I seeing myself cry? Whatever it was must be trying to make me lose it, it's gonna have to try better than that..I don't think I've met any ghosts who can create illusions...
He heard the static of the radio again, and saw the last door closed off as well.
-"Half of the US is grieving over the loss of an entire family that was tragically killed after an explosion went off in a local restaurant in Amity Park, Colorado.. The only surviving member was the youngest son 14 years of age, Daniel Fenton, who came at the wrong place and time including the family, had witnessed the accident and was unable to help before the restaurant's steamers became overheated and combusted."
Danny's eyes furiously started to glow green..growing crook. He glared at the old radio.
-"With no place to go, Vlad Masters made an announcement to the city giving his deepest condolences of the tragedy that took the lives of the Fentons. He has offered his home to the young boy and has declared to be his new parent.."
"Stop it." Danny whined.
"And now here's the man himself Vlad Masters, he wishes to speak about his side of the story here, welcome, Mr. Masters."
"Ah why thank you, as the new guardian for Daniel, he's still very torn up from the loss. He's not spoken about it since that day you see, and well I will admit the fact even I haven't' been the most "favorite" peer of his..he will come with me tomorrow first thing in the morning..."
(Static)
"SHUT UP!"
He raised his hand and blasted the radio with his ghost ray, causing it to fold in it's center, but didn't shatter into pieces like he intended to, it seemed to want to just continue to spew such lies it refused to break, he wanted to murder it.
The radio fell to the floor with a "clack", static noises was still coming from the speakers, the reporter's voice was still faintly heard coming from it.
"That never happened! I stopped that future with Clockwork's help to make sure it never did! What do you want from me?!"
Danny was fighting to hold back tears. He rubbed the side of his face, one eye squinting, trying to comfort the burning sensation.
It was silent. Danny's nose was starting to get stuffy, he quietly sniffed to help himself inhale air properly. He bowed his head down, his grayish white hair fell a bit over his face and he tightened his fists.
"It never happened, I stopped myself from becoming the thing I hated and feared. That monster."
He shook his head, the feeling of crying was gone. He turned around. It was time to keep going. The door was still locked though. He was about to blast it open...then
The radio loudly cackled, and said.
"Look behind you.."
Danny stood still. He didn't like the tone in the voice behind it's words, it was very threatening, teasing actually...
"I said, look behind you."
(Static)
Danny prepared to aim at whatever it could possibly be standing behind him, teeth gritted and a determined fighting stance was in action...
But there was nothing there.
"Hope you guys die when I find you." Danny grumbled.
He turned, and in just a flash,
Something was there this time, and 'it" grabbed him by the neck, and it violently shook him. Danny felt a searing pain into his stomach, the "thing" had stabbed him cleanly through with it's bare hand. He didn't get to scream. Green ectoplasmic-blood was splattered on the walls. His felt his neck pop to the side and it started to hurt. He heard the sputtering noises of his own blood fall to the ground and began to form a pool. The thing let go and dropped him, and before he lost consciousness, he saw a good view of what just "killed" him.
A black and white suit, the initial "D" in the center, white hair, white gloves (now stained with Danny's blood) white boots, and bright red eyes, and a chilling grin on it's face...
It laughed.
It laughed evilly and maniacally, no remorse in it's voice.
"Are you..."
Danny died.
Dan Phantom?
MORE is to come!