WHEEEE!!! New chapter! Busy beyond belief, trying to keep this K+ like the TV show as long as possible...and actually PROOFREADING! *all gasp*

Never mind I gotta change this to "T" . Perhaps...Yeah :P Character death. BEWARE!!

Thank you to all who have reviewed! Next chapter I'll respond just because it's so late tonight. Speaking of the next chapter, it's gonna be a bit comedic with Mr. Emotionless having to deal with humanity, so if there's anything that you want to see added, people's lives ended, etc, feel free to put it in a Review or a Message! :D I had part of the story done already, so this part is me messing around with the chapters, adding and pulling, putting two together, etc. So this is setting up for Dan. :)

Anyways, I don't own DP, and unless I mention otherwise, it'll be the same thing through out the story.

-To all the world-

Every move of the 'companions' were taken noticed by two figures shrouded in the darkness of the colluseum-like meeting place, hovering over a large screen. As if it were a movie, the two ghosts floated where the projection of Dan and Elizabeh were and didn't even budge an inch.

"Observants!"

The two eyeballish creatures turned in unison from the screen.

"I came here all the way from my door. What is it?" The man snapped.

"Can you control him?"

The man looked up at the screen that had the Observants so intrigued and stepped forward to get a better look.

"When you told me of this uprising, I thought it was a joke to get free labor out of me or something. Hm. So he's human is he? a-HA!"

"That is not the question. Can you control him?"

"He's weak. I believe I can. But I need some...motivation."

The figures looked at themselves uneasily, not used to seeking the help of another, let alone using bribery. "What do you require?"

"Well, ever since I've hidden in the ghost zone from him, I've been confined in SUCH as small space..."

"You want a new door?"

"A door? a-HA! A castle! If you do that for me, when I'm done with him I'll have him chased by every ghost and human at the same time! a-HA!"

"...It shall be done Freakshow."

The two Observants disappeared in a mist and left the man to himself. He looked into the screen and changed it to himself in his younger days.
"He robbed me of my youth...my home...and my minions."

He twirled his red staff in a circle midair and opened up a portal to a humanworld.
"Ah, Phantom. You may have forgotten me, but I will never forget you. Your game will all end soon enough anyways."

Click. Click. Click. Every tap on his cane was a new story, a new time, a new adventure. Everyone's life went differently, and some mixed their fate with other's lives. Alone, one's fate is set in stone, but entertwining the destiny of anyone-ghosts or human, changes their own to any extent. But when people are changed- so is time. He had done many assignments for the Observants in the past, but his current one was by far- the most dreary, but never boring. Phantom, for some reaon beyond his knowledge, has been, and ever will be- the only ghost to ever evade his ever knowing mind. For nearly 10 years, Clockwork has been unable to see Dan's future except for small visions, but it was not insignificant. No part of the time stream is insignificant. Once again he tried, he pushed the stop clock on his purple cane and used all the strength of his arm to hold it down. His screen buzzed and turned grey and fuzzy as if he had lost reception. Clockwork changed from his old man form to his healther age to try to withstand the electrical shock that was about to surge his body if he continued to hold on to his staff, which began to glow a dark red. Behind him, his castle began to have minor explosions within it. He couldnt see more than, at the most, a minute of his own future. But that was enough. He let go of his cane which fell motionless when it left Clockwork's ecto energy. The screen also responded by changing to a different time, the farthest it has ever gone into Phantom's future in years. He changed into his child form and floated towards the television and hummed to himself.
"Oh...Dan...It never ends does it?"

So far, all of his 'sleeping' experiences have been unenjoyable. Quite frankly, it always began with PAIN. The past few days, in fact, has been a thorn in the side itself. Every day, just as much as his powers returned, his...'emotions'...have as well. Of course, not in a welcome way. For nearly 10 years, his powers have reacted to his whim and compulsions, when, in the far past, they responded to his feelings. Mostly to either 'be the hero' or 'keep the friends alive'. Bleh. His emotions were reacting even worse than he thought it could with his powers. But the 'emotion and demoralize' tactic was something he hadn't thought was possible or even in consideration before. Dan's eye twitched.

"How ridiculous!" Dan yelled. His temper flared, and in response, the birds flew off of the treebranch visible through the window in the room and the fan above the bed fell on his legs.

"OUCH!" He kicked the fan off of the bed then put his feet over the side and stepped in gooey red crud.

Breathing in and out slowly, Dan tried to keep calm. He looked down into the box he was standing in and wiped his feet off on the tan carpeting in the room staining it red, then he kicked the box under the bed and looked around.

"I knew I was tired, but not this tired. I dont remember this many."
In fact, the entire night was like a dream to him. A good dream though. Except he remembered mushrooms. And he absolutely hated mushrooms.

"DAN!"

Dan glanced over towards the door and saw Eliza standing in the doorway, and as some half-wits could say, "she was as white as a ghost".

"D-dan..." She said as if she had just run a marathon. She held herself up by the TV next to her and wheezed.

"Early morning jog?"

"Dan...did you...?"

"I'm sorry. I'm not into running." Dan waved his hand to send her off, but Eliza had regained enough of her strength and stumbled over towards Dan and grabbed his jacket.

"Dan...did you...see this...? Did you?"

When he returned her look, she glanced down.
"Come on...you have to see..."

Regretably, he followed Eliza who walked faster with ever step as they made it out out of the front door. When they got to the driveway, she was jogging as fast as she could.

The scene odd, a man laid in the quiet neighborhood's street. Elizabetha held her hand over her mouth and began to cry,

The action puzzled him. Feeling sickness and loss of the will to live for someone who is gone? The man was short and skinny, and he had red hair and glasses. Why grieve for him? He's doomed when the time came anyways.

She fell to her knees and her eyes widened as she pulled out a paper the dead man was holding. She wiped the blood off of it and read it softly to herself and Dan.

"'T-twenty...seven large supreme pizzas. Extra peppers, minus mushrooms.'"

Dan looked at her and tried to figure her out. When it comes to emotions she was quite erratic. She could swallow incidents where she was ridiculed or sabotaged, but when it called for others being hurt it seemed like she would stop at nothing to get that person justice. Dan thought for a moment and smirked.

He walked over to the uncared for body on the street and looked down.
"Oh Mikey..So good at math, yet a failure at life. Sheesh."
Dan lifted up his foot and grabbed a gooey blob and threw it at Mikey.
"Next time, hold the mushrooms."

Clockwork closed his eyes and tapped on his cane. He unconciously sighed and switched the screen to a different timeline.

It showed a town all too familiar to Phantom and those observing him, and the city's hero looming over them. He looked in every possible direction as if he was searching for something, then his eyes landed on two teenagers coming from the mall. As the recollection of them came closer to the front of his mind, he pushed it away and locked his gaze at them, with an empty, yet hostile expression on his face. The girl stopped walking for a moment and sat down on a bench. The bag which she had been carrying was placed gently on the vacant spot beside her. Her boyfriend trembled from the boxes and bags he was carrying and looked at the bag.
"Paulina. This stuff is really heavy."

Paulina opened her mirror and applied more makeup.
"Yeah! I got a lot today, didn't I?"

She failed to look up at Dash who continued to tremble.

"Can I sit there?"

"No silly! Then where would I put my bag?"

Paulina looked up at him and Dash began to sweat. She picked up her bag and started walking to the parking lot, while pressuring her boyfriend to pick up the pace. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks and looked up.

"Heeey! Its the ghost boy! Danny! Down here!"
She dropped her bag and began to point next to where she was standing, wanting him to say hello. Dash looked around the boxes and at where she was pointing, then dropped the load of clothes, shoes, and engraved bowling balls he was carrying.

"Woah! You're right! It's Danny Phantom!"

Phantom, who at that time had not given a new name the slightest thought, twiched at the phrase and immediatel raised his hands behind his head, and threw a massive ghost ray at the mall, which shattered like glass behing them. Paulina turned around slowly, as if she didn't believe what she just saw. Her favorite place in the entire world...now just a dream.

She screamed at the top of her lungs and fell to her knees.
"G-ghost boy?"

She looked away from him and began crying louder than she ever did before. She pulled ou a teddy bear from the bag she was carrying and hugged it as she bawled and tried to figure out why HER ghost boy betryed her. Dash looked at her than back up at Phantom.

"Look! Paulina! It's not him!"

Paulina wiped her eyes and looked up at Phantom. Noticing the difference easily, now that Dash had pointed it out.

"Are you the Danny's evil twin or something?"

Phantom winced at the name and threw a wave of his ghost ray at the couple. It screeched as it flew through the air faster and more powerful than any other of his attacks. He grinned evilly at his newfound power and the beginning of his chaos until he looked down and saw that his former classmates were gone. He stared at the spot they were at a brief second before then powerfully flew 20 feet to his right out of reflex.

"I knew that goddy-goody act was all a fake!" The voice yelled as it approached him. He distorted his shape and avoided a dozen flying discs and a shot from a bazoon then turned to face the enemy.

Paulina and Dash sat on the hover board hugging eachother then looked up at their savior in the red suit.

"Valerie?" Dash looked at her oddly. "I know that voice! You're Valerie?!"

Valerie pulled off her mask and looked at them.

"Woah! A loser just saved my life! But a loser with style and a flying board. Neat!" Paulina clapped her hands and smiled. Instantly after Valerie diverted her attention they were hit by a ghost ray and nearly thrown off.

"Geez! No manners. Bleh!" Paulina stuck out her tongue for effect then looked at Phantom. His eyes were red, yet cold and his white hair was up in flame- a ghostly white flame that was.

"Hang on guys!" Valerie shot forward and flew as fast as she could towards a tall building and dropped them off on the roof next to the famous welcome sign with a new catchphrase. "Amity Park- not invaded by ghosts." Then pondered what next to do until the screen faded to black.

The ruins of the next scene would make the most experienced ghost hunters cringe.

Clockwork let his eyes close a bit, out of pity then continued his work.

Dan rolled his eyes as he waited for the shop door to close behind his 'companion' before looking at the sky and getting lost in his thoughts. Shield after ghost shield have been destroyed by him, only to be annoyingly replaced by another one of higher quality soon after if they could rebuild their civilization from rubble. Technology advanced as his powers grew, yet always kept a small step ahead of him in strength whenever a town heparticularly wanted to destroy was brought into play.

He pushed his hair back sighing and pushed off the bench, keeping eye contact with the sky. His powers have increased so abruptly that they no longer trusted even the clouds to enter the sky. Making no attempt to hide his snicker at how even the clouds have been infused with ghost energy and spread ecto-storms all over the destroyed world, he smiled at the driver of an upcoming car as he made his way down the middle of the road.

The wind flew through his hair as he walked down the street and ruffled it with every step. A glance behind him honored his presence with a short angry man smashing his hand against the horn, red faced and infuriated.

"COME ON BUDDY! I'M LATE!" The man growled angrily and spat against the windshield at Dan's carefree expression.

The ghost smirked and stepped over his car and stomped on the roof twice before jumping off the back and changed course down another street wordlessly. Dan laughed at the man's face from before and wiped a pretend tear off his eye. Sometimes, even the little things here and there that made everything just so enjoyable.

Okay...so I didn't proofread as much as I should've...but still, I very much like this chapter :D

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