Before I do the disclaimer, I would like to thank everyone who reviewed and kept me from writing this next chapter in rhyme! XD! Now for the disclaimer- I. DO. NOT. OWN. DANNY PHANTOM!

Danny flinched and then started to open and close his mouth like a fish out of water, which was very much like the situation he was in. He was trapped in a ghost proof box by Lance Thunder, the person who fails at being a newscaster during a ghost attack, and would normally wet himself if even thinking about capturing them. Danny almost grinned at the image that conjured before coming back to the grim subject at hand. There was no possible way to get out of this. He had always imagined his revelation to the world to be because of some heroic, just-saved-the-world kind of deal (just some evil villain trying to take it over- he wasn't asking for a ghost-proof asteroid to go on a crash-collision course with the world or anything…), not some seriously crazed up fruit loop's scheme to get Danny to have a tell-all interview with Lance Thunder. On a high note, Vlad would also be revealed to the world as soon as his secret came out… He sighed. He had already spent enough time stalling, it was time to tell the world.

"I... I don't know if the world is ready to hear this, but I am not the cocky, confident hero I have fooled everyone into believing I am." (cue Valerie's HA! that you could hear all the way from her apartment to the park.) "I've lied to you. All of you. For a year and a half, no one ever suspected a thing. I mean, who could ever believe that wimpy kid Fenton could have had all the popularity everyone always thought he wanted and kept Dash Baxter so broken, that he would never beat on someone ever again?" (cue the end of the maniacal cackle and victory dance) "No one ever did. And who could blame them? Anyone who ever did would probably end up in a mental hospital or a regular hospital after two ghost hunters were through with the person that had accused their son of being a ghost." He chuckled. "Well, half-ghost anyways. But they would have been right, no matter how many people told them they were wrong, because you can't deny the truth. No matter how hard it is or how much it hurts." With these words he let the two rays wash over him, which was much less anti-climatic since only his head was exposed, and change him infront of the whole world watching. Then he turned to Lance. "Can you just let me go home now?"

Lance stared dumbfounded at the teen, frozen to the spot. He wanted to go ahead and free him, but he just couldn't move from his spot on the ground. Everyone else was silent, until they saw a blue wisp of smoke escape from his mouth. The change in the boy was immediate- he stood up straighter and started scanning the horizon.

Lance was the first to speak, "Wha-What was that?"

"That's my ghost sense. It goes off when a ghost is nearby-"

"BEWARE! I AM THE BOX GHOST! MASTER OF ALL THINGS CARDBOARD AND SQUARE! I SHALL USE THE BOX YOU ARE IN TO DEFEAT YOU!" The box ghost went over to the box and pressed a button on the side that compacted the box into its usual travel-size torture device. "Darn, I thought it would be bigger... NO MATTER! YOU CANNOT CHANGE IN FRONT OF THESE MORTALS!" The box ghost was shocked when Danny transformed into Phantom. "Oh, pooh" was all he was able to say before being sucked into the thermos.

"YOU COULDN'T HAVE SHOWN UP FIVE MINUTES EARLIER, COULD YOU?" Danny cried as he shook the thermos. He turned back to Lance.

"I'm so sorry." Danny smiled at his words and said-

"Don't be. You should only be sorry for Vlad Plasmius, aka the Wisconsin Ghost, aka Vlad Masters, aka the Mayor of Amity Park, aka one seriously crazed up fruitoop." He smiled at Lance's shocked expression, then laughed. "I know. I think he has a multiple personality disorder that can only be solved by the introduction of a cat into his life. I'll make sure to take good care of him. After what he did to me... if ghost even hear a rumor of what I did to him, they shouldn't be showing up this side of the portal for a solid month." He flew up into the air, mock saluted Lance, and flew off in the general direction of Wisconsin.

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