Hey, so how's the Danny fanfiction world? I know it's been a while since I've been part of it, but I've recently been inspired by other's writing. Over time, this idea came to mind and I could not get it out, so I wrote it. I really hope you guys like it and I'm sorry for being gone!

"Hey Boss, we caught another one! You should've seen it, the poor fool was just begging for mercy!" Walker's goon said. The Goon got down on his knees and acted out the events prior to walking into Walker's office.

"'No please don't take me! I won't litter again, I promise!'" Goon number one mocked. The second Goon laughed and joined in on the performance. "No, no, it was more like 'Please don't take me! I won't litter again, I promise!'" Goon number 2 offered more of a performance by mustering up tears to sell the act. Walker just sat in his chair facing away from his desk in silence.

Both goons swallowed and slowly made their way out of Walker's office. "Yeah so, anyway Boss, that's it." "Yeah, we'll just go ahead and book him." As they made their way out, Walker slowly got up from his chair and walked over to his window that overlooked the prison's courtyard. From his view, he could see a handful of prisoners walking around the track, lifting weights, and Prisoners instigating other Prisoners with petty taunts. Not enough to cause alarm for Walker.

"Do you think what I do is a joke?" Walker asked in a menacing low voice. Both Goons looked at each other and gulped. Goon number 2 stepped forward and responded first. "No of course not, Boss. We were just making a joke -"

"Capturing and enforcing the law is not a joke, gentleman. It never was and it will never be. So might I suggest you cut the act and get back to business." Walker snapped. With that, both Goons ran out of Walker's office and shut the door.

Walker's prison has been said to be indestructible and impossible to escape from. That of course was until Danny Phantom escaped by turning back into his human half, Danny Fenton. As a human, the prison couldn't prevent any escapes as it was designed to only hold all ghosts in. Walker prided himself on that fact. But since Danny's escape, and since the events of the Disasteroid, the prison was currently at max capacity with a range of ghosts. Walker made sure to keep a detailed list of every capture. There was one in particular, however, that always sent a chill up Walker's spine.

Walker floated over to his filing cabinet and pulled the handle towards him. In the cabinet were a bunch of folders, some dustier than others. Walker fingered through his chronological folders and settled on a folder that was pushed towards the back. Walker pulled that folder out, closed his drawer and floated back to his desk, and sat down in his chair.

When he opened the folder, Walker saw a picture of a man, who looked to be in his 30s. The man had untamed hair that looked like it hadn't been touched in years. Hovering down were the man's eyes which were black and soulless. The eyes alone would cause a pit in anyone's stomach. But the worst part was the man's smile. The man showed all his teeth in a smile that looked chaotic. It wasn't a genuine smile either. His smile was more sinister and dark.

Walker flipped the page over and read the man's description.

Prisoner 041568

Crime: Theft

Name: Silas Graves

Graves comes into the prison under the crime of theft. The motive for the theft is unknown.

The details of what he stole: Unknown.

Walker has prided himself on knowing all the details of every prisoner. But Graves has always been the one he never got the full picture of. Even when he tortured Graves, Graves never broke. In fact, the torture only made Graves crave the pain even more.

FLASHBACK

In a dark cell, two of Walker's goons held Silas Graves down, while another goon kept punching Graves in the stomach and the face. With each punch, however, Graves did not break. Graves did not cry. Graves did not beg for mercy. He was silent.

Walker walked up to Graves and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, bringing him to Walker's eye level. "Alright, you listen here punk. I have a system, and I have a duty. A duty to be the best Warden this Ghost Zone has ever seen. And with my responsibilities, I must get all the information about the crime from the prisoner. So tell me, what did you do?" Walker waited for Graves' response.

Graves slowly brought his eyes up to Walker, and slowly smiled at him, with ooze streaming down his mouth. His laugh sent chills down everyone's spine in that cell that day. Walker flung Graves to the wall and started to walk out until Graves started talking. Walker stopped in his tracks but refused to turn around.

"How much does it kill you? Knowing that you'll never know? Do you feel incomplete? Hahaha, do you feel lost? Hahaha!" Graves laughed menacingly now holding his abdomen.

PRESENT DAY

Walker shook in hopes that the memories of that day follow with it. Walker slapped the folder closed and walked back to his filing cabinet, stuck the folder in the back, and shut the drawer. Silently, he hoped that he would never have to open that folder again.

In the prison, everyone knows Walker isn't one to be messed with, because if you mess with him, you would be messed with. Walker wanted to keep that presentation up as it was true. But truthfully, he would never be comfortable knowing that man was within feet of him. However, the only reprieve Walker got was knowing the man was never going to be released, protecting everyone else in the Ghost Zone and in the human world.

In the dark cell, Silas sat in the corner away from the bars. Humming a tune, Silas brought his index finger to his face, grabbed a rock in the corner, and with the sharp end of the rock, he pricked himself. Silas pushed his thumb into his index finger allowing the ooze to expel from his finger. With his finger, Silas wrote something on the wall using his ooze as a pencil. Being satisfied with his work, Silas got up and walked to the bars of his cell. He heard footsteps towards the left side of the hall and saw one of the prisoners walking toward him. The prisoner got up to Silas' cell, looked at both ends of the hall to make sure no one was watching them, then stuck a piece of paper into Silas' hands, then walked away.

Silas read the paper, smiled, and waited. It didn't take long to hear an explosion outside of the prison walls and it wasn't long after that to hear yelling, grunts, and fights from the prisoners and the guards. Silas stood in the corner near the bars and started laughing.

Walker got up from his chair to run to his window. Below, what was once a controlled area turned into a free-for-all with the prisoners ganging up on the guards. Walker ran to his desk and pressed the button under it to alert more guards to be ready for a fight. Walker then opened his door and ran out of his office. What Walker didn't see was a prisoner hiding behind his filing cabinet. While everything else was ghost-proof in Walker's prison, his office wasn't. The ghost turned tangible and slowly crept over to Walker's desk and opened the drawer next to it. In the drawer laid Walker's key for every cell in the prison and the main gate. With a smile on her lips, she grabbed the key, closed the drawer then walked out of Walker's office to Silas' prison.

Silas was leaning on the wall now, still laughing at the chaos happening in the courtyard. He then heard a set of heels walking toward him. Silas looked over to his left and saw his partner in crime.

"Circe. Did you get it?" Silas asked. Circe smiled and took the key out of her pocket to show Silas. Silas smiled and stepped back for Circe to open the door. Silas stepped out and breathed in the freedom from his cell. "Come on, we have to go." Silas grabbed Circe's hand and started running out of the prison. With everyone being distracted by the fight in the courtyard, no one was there to stop Silas and Circe from walking out. Once they got to the prison's front gate Circe started unlocking the door, which allowed time for Silas to turn around and smile, showing all his teeth. He finally made it out. He was free. Silas brought his hand up to his forehead and saluted the prison.

"Silas, let's get out of here!" Circe whispered, holding the door open. Silas turned towards Circe and ran out of the prison entrance with her.

"Alright that's enough, break it up!" Walker yelled, alerting all prisoners to stop in their tracks. All the prisoners had their hands tied behind their backs and escorted back to their respective cells.

One of the Goons walked up to Walker and began stuttering. "Uh, Sir…um." "What?" Walker snapped. The Goon jumped and braced himself for whatever may come out of Walker's mouth. "Uh Sir, Prisoners 324850 and 041568 escaped."

Walker's eyes widened knowing the former number by heart. "What?" He blurted out. The Goon didn't have time to respond, however, since Walker ran towards Silas' cell. When Walker got to the cell, he saw that the door was opened with no force to it and no Silas. This was a planned escape and he fell right for it.

Walker punched the wall next to Silas' cell and let out a frustrated grunt. In the corner of the cell, however, Walker noticed something shining. He stepped closer to see what was in the corner. Once he got close enough, he felt sick to his stomach

Written in ghost ooze was one word, and one word only.

Bye.