I am lifeless…I'll admit it, but hey that means you guys get to finish the story. There is finally an ending! I'm pleasantly surprised at the length of this, but all good things must come to an end and this is the end I have chosen. I like it to be completely honest, but feel free to steal this and change it around if you don't like it. If you do though, let me know so I can read it too!

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The only warning I have for you if that this is the end. I don't really see a sequel coming from this, but I'll be sure to post it here if I change my mind (unlikely).

I hope you have all enjoyed this literary journey with me and I want to, again, thank everyone for giving this as much of a chance as you have! Thank you guys so much for the support!

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It was early morning when the annoying chime of his phone woke him, though he fought against awareness. Sighing in displeasure, Danny reached out from under his mound of blankets to search blindly for the irritating device in hopes of ceasing the incessant noise. He had almost missed the call by the time he pressed the button and brought the device into his cottony cave.

Brining the phone to his ear, he waited impatiently for the voice.

"Danny!" there it was, "Dude, I called you like four times now!"

Yah…he knew, but he remained silent, letting the far-too-cheery voice carry the conversation alone.

"Anyway, I've got awesome news! I found a connection to the world-wide-web! That's right I'm a genius! The internet, Danny, finally! You know how long I've been working at this? Well, of course you do, but either way you have to get here and fast! You need to be re-introduced to the power websites can hold over you! I don't even know how much longer I can wait, dude, so you better teleport or something or you're gonna miss it! See ya soon!"

The dull "call-ended" tone would almost be a match to the deadpanned expression the boy was wearing as he let the phone fall out of his hand and disappear somewhere in the darkness of his blanket-cocoon. It took far longer than he would admit to roll himself to the edge of the large bed and set his feet on the floor. The vast difference in temperature almost caused him to burry himself back in his covers, but he remained strong. He stood slowly and shuffled to his personal bathroom to complete his morning routine. By the time he was done, his phone sported seven new texts from the horrid voice that woke him.

He let out another sigh as he flipped through them.

"Dude, hurry up!"

"I'm dying!"

"Text"

"This is torture!"

"Could you pick up some breakfast on the way? I forgot to grab some and I'm stuck to my chair."

"You're doing this on purpose!"

"How long are you gonna take, dude?"

He didn't even make it through them all before he got another.

"This is your phone reminding you that you have someplace to be right now so you should HURRY UP!"

He didn't even bother to sigh.

Setting his phone on silent, he placed it in his pocket and exited his room. Making his way through the hallways without so much as a footstep to break the silence, he let his mind wander to food as it tended to do in the morning. Breakfast was always so hard to choose. He made it to the stairs before deciding between a real meal or cereal, but his thoughts were interrupted by a muffled voice.

That was odd.

Taking mind of his movements, he all but stomped his feet so he wouldn't be a surprise when entering the vast kitchen, but he only saw the occupant lower his own, much sleeker phone from his ear and place it on the table in front of him.

"Good morning, Daniel," Vlad smiled brightly from his place at the bar-table reading a book with his morning coffee. "I heard your phone all the way down here. How you sleep through that, I will never understand. I trust it was an emergency."

At the older-halfa's words, the boy turned from his search through the breakfast cabinet to raise eyes brow.

"Of course, it wasn't. Who else would it be? By the boy's excitement, I am left to assume that either he had found another love interest for you to turn away or he stole more food from the Fentons only to find that- this time -it wasn't stale or entrapped. He attempted to voice his happenings to me just before you arrived. I, of course, turned him down with a simple 'no'."

Danny shook his head as a smile played across his face knowing that Vlad had said much more than he admitted. His phone went off for the strangest of reasons, but it was true; all of those instances had occurred. Grabbing a large box of packaged doughnuts, he raised them over his shoulder as he continued his hunt for beverages.

Vlad chuckled, "That boy and his stomach," the man scolded lightly, "You can take them if you'd like, but make sure they are either replaced or not completely depleted or I will go after that human myself."

The young-halfa nodded his understanding while snatching two pouches of orange juice for the shelf. He then began placing the items in a small lunch bag they kept in the kitchen for this purpose as he mentally checked off his list of belongings to take with him. Satisfied he had everything ready to go, the boy turned to face his mentor.

Vlad smiled yet again, understanding perfectly, "I will be here when you return, Daniel. Unless, of course, you break curfew again and I have to retrieve you myself," there was a lighthearted warning in the man's voice, but Danny understood the meaning and smiled at the words. "Be safe, little badger," he continued meaningfully.

Danny broadened his grin, "I will, dad," he said; his voice soft.

With another shared look, the boy morphed into his ghost form and phased through the walls and into the air, heading towards Amity Park. It was only a little over 20 miles away, so it would be a quick trip as long as he refrained from sightseeing. It took about 10 minutes before he was landing on the all-too familiar porch of the Fentons. Tucker had lost his parents in the beginning of the war so he became a simple solution to stay with the parents of his best friend. When Danny would visit, he would be sure to offer a greeting to everyone in the household- mainly the Fentons, Tucker, and Valerie who also stayed in the large house. It was easier than having to roam all through the town in order to say a quick 'hello' to those who asked it of him.

After his decision to keep his memory loss, he explained to the humans that this didn't mean he would lose contact. He understood the position and relationship between him and those he deemed 'visit worthy', but he chose to stay at Vlad's due to the amount of comfort and guidance the man could provide him. They argued at first, the humans, but they could either accept it or not. Danny refused to be swayed.

It was around this time that he discovered he recovered his voice. Vlad's only hypothesis was that the enormity of the Ghostly Wail sent Danny's throat into a 'healing frenzy' that included the reconstruction of his vocal chords. Though he retained his silence a majority of the time- only speaking when he needed to -having the choice to speak was a surprising relief.

"Danny," Tucker shouted before the door was fully opened, "your brought food!"

The young-halfa scrunched his face into confusion, he asked for breakfast had he not?

Ignoring the facial expression, Tucker snatched the lunch bag and dug through it with gusto. He all but squealed in excitement when discovering the doughnuts and began to inhale them as Danny ventured off to see everyone.

Jazmine was found in the living room with Valerie crocheting blankets with far too many colors for Danny's tastes. They both greeted him warmly and integrated him into their debate about philosophical reasoning behind gender stereotypes until he admitted to having more people to visit.

Maddie and Jack, Danny's real parents, were in the lab as they usually were. They didn't react to his presence at first. The more time spent with them the more Danny understood how he had kept his ghost half a secret from them for so long. It was no wonder it had been so easy seeing as these two were fairly easy to bypass and deceive. It wasn't until he let his footsteps sound that he was acknowledged by the scientists.

They welcomed him with pleasant surprise and kind words while offering food, equipment, or anything else they could come up with that day. As always, they were turned down with a quiet smile and shaken head. From there they would explain what they were creating; sometimes asking for advice that they knew Danny could give. He would, for a time, assist them in their endeavors, but leave once he felt the desire to.

From there, he would find Tucker who was normally in the room Danny once called his own, but it held no sentiment for him now. The two grew closer with each passing day. It was no wonder they were so close before the war's madness interfered, but Danny was glad their friendship lasts through everything the happened. He returned home hours before his nightly curfew yet after hours of confusing speeches about the "internet's golden age" courtesy of Tucker. The remainder of the night was spent with the man he chose to label as his father as the two of them continued to bond.

While Danny would never truly be as he once was, the pieces that had been so utterly broken were beginning to mend themselves together. Still flinching at sudden movements or unexpected contact, the boy remained determined to push through his fears and shattered memories in light of building a new life from their ashes.

So far…it was working out alright.