Author's Note: I have been thinking about this for a while now, and please note that this post mentions forms of abuse and dog attacks on children and the foster care system. If you are triggered by it, please don't read, but if you do want to continue reading, please note that these parts are based off of my personal experiences. I do not own Danny Phantom; all rights belong to Butch Hartman, but I do own Taylor Moore, who is the main character from my upcoming book (hopefully).
Prologue
Return to the past
A 25-year-old man dressed in a blue T-shirt and gray pants, wearing black tennis shoes with black socks and a black leather jacket with a black baseball cap, stands at a grave site, with a wealth of emotions running through him, though he tries to hold back his tears. But then he falls to his knees finally breaking down, then he takes in a deep breath and begins hollering and screaming and cursing while his tears start to flow like a river. Looking down at the grave stone, he begins asking
Why, Dad? Why Why Why did you kill yourself?
Then he pulls a gun out and points it to his head, knowing there is nothing left, knowing he is doing the same thing that his father did two years ago. Then he says
It takes just one fucking bullet to change everything and even end it all.
But then four unknown voices scream "no!"
And another unknown voice says in a calm, deadpan tone.
"Time out."
For a moment, the man and everything around him froze in place. Then a purple cloak-hooded figure with red glowing eyes appeared and said
I understand your pain, what you went through. I saw it all but You don't have to end it like this. I saw six different futures for you.But
I don't normally do this, but for a friend, I'm willing to make an exception for you.
But I have to block your memories, but you will be able to unlock them.
But you will have to make a choice.
But which of the three are you willing to choose?
He pulled out a staff to remove the gun, then turned him back into his 14-year-old self and said
Let's hope things will be better for you back in Amity Park. I know of a certain three-family and three friends who will watch out for you, especially a certain wishing ghost and the other three ghosts: women and your soon-to-be adopted full-ghost son.
Then the cloak-hooded figure sighed and said
I'm going to create a cover story for you, and I'm afraid it will hurt like hell for you. I really am sorry.
As the scene moves to the ground, we see five droplets of blood hitting the grass
Another author's note: I hope everyone likes the prologue, and there will be more to come. And please don't mind listening to the songs I've picked out to accompany the scenes in the fanfiction.
