I've been wanting to write this for forever. Get ready to see Danny extremely depressed. I'll have you know I'm putting off reading the newest Warriors book for this, sooo... be happy!

Chapter 2

Depression and Sadness

He looked around frantically, then the scene finished forming. He saw himself, floating. In human form. He glanced at Mr. Lancer, his mom, and his dad. They were all staring transfixed at his slowly rotating form. He looked back up at his human form, looking like himself at his least confident. He closed his eyes, horrified, when he noticed himself slowly changing into Phantom form. When he finally opened them again, his duplicate was still rotating, now looking confident, almost cocky, and then his other self flew off. He turned around. His parents each took a step forward, about to say something, when they all felt a strong emotion for no apparent reason. Severe depression, followed by extreme sadness.

They looked up instinctively. A new scene was forming. Himself, in Phantom form, pinned against the wall in the back of the mall, by none other than Penelope Spectra. She was talking into his ear.

"Look at you. What are you? A ghost trying to fit in with humans? Or a creepy little boy with creepy little powers?"

He knew exactly what he would say. Without really thinking about it, he said with his memory self, "Both! Neither! I don't know!" The others jumped and looked at him as his expression changed from slightly frantic to depressed. Obviously, since that seemed to be kind of the point.

The memory went on. "You're a freak! Not a ghost, not a boy! Who cares for a thing like you?" Spectra said, flinging my memory self aside. As he hit the wall, the scene dissolved.

Almost in a trance of deep depression, I repeated quietly, "Who cares for a thing like me?"

His parents hurried forward to comfort him. "We care, sweetie. It doesn't matter if your a ghost, boy, or something in between." They said together. Mr. Lancer walked forward. "Mr. Fenton, people care. Scientific impossibility or not, you matter. More than many of us thought, the way you protect this town." He chuckled softly at the last bit. I tried to smile slightly.

Another new scene formed. This one, I also remembered. In this case, it was something he discovered himself after thinking about his half ghost state. He had gone to talk to his sister about it.

"I'm half ghost, Jazz. Do you know what that really means?"

"I know you want to tell me, but I'm not sure I'll like your thoughts, Danny. Tell me."

"Ghosts are dead. Humans are alive. As a half-ghost, I'm not entirely alive. I'm fourteen, Jazz. Yet I'm already half dead."

This memory faded. They just looked at me, speechless.

Another memory collected. The turned to watch.

This one, I knew would be short. I was in the future, looking at a gravestone. Mr. Lancer's eye was caught by another statue off to the side. Him, then labeled, Gone.

Me, Mom, and Dad were transfixed by a different one.

In unison with my dream self, "Mom. Dad. Jazz. Sam and Tucker." For those were the people in the statue, carved in stone, labeled, Gone but Not Forgotten. Mr. Lancer came over, looked up, looked slightly down, then looked at me. So did Mom and Dad, all three wanting an explanation.

I took a deep breath. "This... is an alternate timeline. If I had went through with cheating on the CAT, Mr. Lancer, this would have happened. He looked at me, shocked. Mom and Dad looked ready to shout at me for almost cheating, but were to shocked to actually do it. I went on. "If I had cheated, Mr. Lancer would have called you, Mom, Dad, to talk about my punishment at the Nasty Burger. You know how... combustible Nasty Sauce is. It was heated too much, the entire supply exploded. With you three, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker inside, you went down with it. I survived, outside the Nasty Burger. I went to Vlad, and asked him to rid me of my painful human emotions. He complied, ripping out my ghost half, which, upon being separated from my human side and therefore my morals, quickly tore away Vlad's own ghost half and merged with it. But, Vlad's ghost half's evil side overwhelmed by ghost half's few morals left. It became... I became... Him. He had the power to rule the world, destroy the world, and no conscience remained to prevent him from doing so. He killed millions, no, billions..." I trailed off and turned away. It looked like they would ask who he was when a new memory formed.

This one was of Dani. I knew this would be short. She was melting, becoming nothing but a puddle of ectoplasm.

It was painful to watch, knowing how it turned out yet feeling so desolate and being able to do nothing about it. She trailed off after trying to say thanks for... something. I never found out what.

"Danielle!" I cried. "No!" She finished melting, reduced to a mere puddle of green goop. I backed away, then turned and bowed my head, facing away from the trio who was with me.

Looking away, the depression faded from all but me and was replaced.

Hope you like it so far! Please, R&R, though I'm not sure why I just said that, since this is getting a totally awesome response! YAY REVIEWS! Reviews make me happy. And someday, my chapters will stop being so short. But, not today, since today I'm usually settling for 1,000 words if I'm having trouble.