I do not own Danny Phantom, but I do own my OC's.
He belongs to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon Studios.

Prologue

An auburn-haired woman hummed softly to herself as she busied herself with dishwashing in the kitchen. Every now and then, she glanced out of doorway leading to the living room, where her two-year-old daughter quietly worked on her colouring books. She was a typical picture of a hardworking mother, minus her blue-and-black hooded jumpsuit, goggles around her neck and a spark in her violet eyes that belong only to those with more than exceptional intelligence.

However in this particular day, a different light has taken over her gaze and a secretive smile graced her lips. Her eyes flickered to a little wrapped box on the counter beside her. It was for her husband and she could hardly wait for him to return from his impromptu shopping trip – apparently, they had run out of fudge again.

Without warning, the door flew open with a nice, loud 'THWACK!' against the wall. A great giant of a man clad in a near-painfully bright orange jumpsuit filled the front door and manoeuvred himself into the hallway. In his hand was a grocery bag with some ingredients for dinner and undoubtedly, lots and lots of fudge.

"I'm home!"

His even louder voice was alight with an enthusiasm hardly ever found in an average adult. The girl jumped up at her father's arrival and took a flying leap into his outstretched arms.

"Daddy!"

Wiping her hands dry, the mother stepped out of the kitchen to watch her husband hold their daughter up in the air while making airplane noises. Despite his girth, he was revving with excitable energy. A ready smile, a caring yet endearingly clueless disposition, this was why she fell in love with this man. She greeted him in her own way, a kiss on the lips which he was more than happy to return. The toddler scrunched up her face in disgust at the scene. A giggle or two and colouring books tended to, the petite woman led her husband into the kitchen.

Again with that secretive smile, she promptly put the little present to her confused husband's hands. He raised an eyebrow, unable to recall any special occasion that could account to this. He took off the lid, reached in and pulled out a slender object that confused him even more. It was a pregnancy test, though it was capped, it was obviously used as there was a 'plus' mark in one of the windows. He peered at it closely at all angles, trying to decipher what this 'gift' meant. His wife was aware that he was slower than most people, but she just waited patiently. Finally, his eyes widened in realization and stared at his wife, eyes wide in amazement, whose smile burst into a grin. Tenderly, the man took his wife into his arms and kissed her softly, murmuring how much he loved her. She did the same.

Clocks, clocks, clocks...
Clocks, big and small. Clocks here... there... everywhere.

This vast tower, suspended in this green expanse, was composed of clocks, swinging pendulums and massive gears. As a result, tick-tocks filled the air in this mysterious place. However, its residents hardly ever noticed them. In the heart of the tower, two ghosts stood before a massive circular viewing screen. The older – much older – of the two simply watched with a deep, contemplative look at the scene. His companion, a relatively young ghost, sat cross-legged in the air, impassive eyes alternating between the screen and the other specter, who was winding the stopwatch on his sceptre.

"The pieces are now starting to fall into place," was his only response.

What do you think? Too generic? Kinda weird? This is my first fanfic, so reviews and constructive criticisms are very much appreciated! Thank you!