Disclaimer: This is one.

Just kidding! I don't own Danny Phantom; stop rubbing it in my face.

To all you stalkers out there:

FUN FACT: I like Pizza.

"Danny, I'm very disappointed in you…"

"A little help here Danny!"

"Thanks a lot dude, I had to do all the work."

"Why couldn't you just come home early!"

Really, it was all the same. They expected me to do stuff for them just because I was half-ghost or, in my parents case, a son who was doing bad things they did not know about. All those little voices mixed together into one, and I would just stare at them until they left me alone (which worked, most of the time) but sometimes, I got this as a reply:

"Danny! Are you even listening!"

"I'm talking to you young man…."

"Danny!"

I just stopped giving a damn all together, who cares what they expect of me? I'm the guy who nearly gets killed every single fucking day just trying to protect them. When the expectations kept rising up and up:

"You can do better than this!"

"Come on Danny, I know you can fly faster!"

"Oh please, that was barely a blast! You must do better! Do you want Vlad to beat you?"

It only took that one small push to my breaking point.

No, I didn't burst into tears and yell at them to stop and then run off to Vlad's or something. Nope, nope, nopity, nope, nope…

I turned into someone worse then my evil future self.

I was stronger, so it was easy to kill off the first person. Which just so happened to be Sam. And people expected me to go out with her, see, more expectations. Her murder was easy, just lifted her up into the sky and dropped her. I had to admit, it was pleasant to hear her bones crack.

Next was Tucker, keeping schedule of what I was supposed to do, that asshole. Though it was amusing to see him get electrocuted by some electronics while inside his swimming pool.

Hmm, next would possibly be my parents, first my mom, then my dad. Why my mom first? She's the one who made me snap at her. She didn't expect the knife in my hand; she should have seen the crazed look in my eyes…

Dad was pretty easy. The ghosts in the Ghost Zone had been wanting a….sacrifice for something, I have no idea. But! I stayed and watched him get ripped apart!

Jazz, dear old Jazz, I left alone. She didn't do anything to me at all.

Vlad….was the best. Hearing his screams as I zapped him with my new electric abilities was awesome. Watching his body freeze was awesome, watching his house burst into flames under a Fenton Ghost Shield was a lot fun.

So really, that was how it all started, my breaking point is very different from yours.

And if you have found this recording, then I may possibly kill you in about a day.

You can't hide. You can't run.

I feel like in a threatening mood today.

Well, if you go on my deviantART and read my journal you can see why.

I have the same user name just to let you know.

Well, bye!

Wait, I think I should change this rating to M, what do you think?