Chapter One: Crash and Burn

1953

"Johnny! You're going too fast! Slow down!" Shouted William. He was a fifteen year old run away, whom threw in with Johnny when he was just twelve. He was a scrawny little kid, wit short, scraggly brown hair. His eyes were blue, and he had a smile that made a lot of the girls he meets swoon. He wore black leather pants, combat boots, and leather driving gloves. He also wore a black, no sleeved shirt, and a long, black trench coat, similar to Johnny's.

He and his two best friends, Johnny 13 and his girlfriend, Kittie, were riding down the highway on their bikes. Kittie was riding with Johnny, whom was going way too fast for William's comfort.

"Oh, calm down Willie. I'm just havin' some fun, man!" Shouted Johnny, laughing over the sound of the wind.

"Maybe he's right, Johnny!" Shouted Kittie. William blushed when he looked at his best friends girl. He'd always had a bit of a crush on the girl. What can he say, William's a sucker for the cuties. And Kittie was at least a nine on the scale of one to ten.

"Oh, you're just scared!" Laughed Johnny.

"Well, yeah, of course we're scared!" Shouted William.

Johnny looked back at his young protege, smiling reassuringly. Too bad he never saw the pothole in the road...

...

"Come on, come on! Wheel him in!" Shouted the doctor, trying his best to save William's life. "What happened?"

"Three people, to motor bikes. Looks like one hit a pothole in the road, and the other bike got caught in the crash. One sustained life threatening burns, the other two... died on impact." Said the police officer. Doctor looked saddened.

"Do we know how old he is?" Asked the doctor.

"We found a wallet, but all it had was about ten dollars in it." Said the cop. "We have a Mister John Doe.

"That's too bad." Said the doctor. "It'd be nice to know the poor kids name."

...

"Where... where am I?" Asked William. He was suddenly blasted with so much pain, he couldn't even move without feeling the sensation of being burnt alive. He could only see out of his right eye. He brought his hands up to see that his entire body, save for his right eye was completely mummified.

"Now, just hold still, don't want you to start bleeding again." Said a man in a white lab coat, walking into the room.

"What happened?" Asked William. "Why do I hurt?" William was obviously in a lot of pain, and couldn't talk much.

"Well, apparently you were in a motorcycle crash with two other young people, and you're at the hospital for your burns." Answered the doctor. He was trying to steer clear of the topic of the other two.

"what about Johnny, and Kittie?" Asked the poor boy. The doctor shook his head, looking towards the floor. "No. No, not Johnnie. Oh God, please no." The boys good eye began to tear up, soaking the wrappings around his face.

"Hey now, none of that." Said the doctor. "You just need to get some sleep. You can put this all into perspective when you wake up. Okay?"

"A-alright." Said William, closing his eye.

A week later, William died from his injuries.

The night before his death, William asked to be buried with his biker clothes over the wrappings. The doctor nodded sadly. He'd grown close to the boy in the passed week. Nobody came to the funeral. Nobody said words over his death. Nobody cried for him. Nobody mourned for him. He died without making a sound.

...

William opened his eyes, and was instantly on guard. Where was he? What is this place? Was he dreaming? He didn't know what to do, so he just kind of floated around for a bit, before a door with his name on it appeared in front of him. He opened the door, and found himself in a dark room with multiple motor cycle magazines laying on a dark wood table in the corner of the room. There were no windows, and the room was basically barren, save for the table with the magazines. Looking on the wall, a tear came to Williams eye when he looked at the framed pictures of Johnny and Kittie.

PREASENT TIME

"Danny, why would there be a ghost at the cemetery?" Asked a young, Tucker Foley, talking to his best friend, Danny Fenton, whom was in ghost mode at the moment.

"Tucker, do you ever analyze what you say when you talk? It's not other peoples job, you know." Said Sam Manson, Danny's other best friend.

"This is where the feeling lead me, so this is where it is." Said Danny. They stopped when the saw a strange figure, on his knees before two graves. He was pretty small, but Danny knew not to let something like that throw him off. Unlike most ghosts, his outline wasn't green, but orange. His body was completely mummified in medical wrappings, with black biker clothes over the wrappings. The clothes were actually similar to those worn by one of Danny's old enemies.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop you." Said the ghost. He sounded like he was crying. That threw Danny off a bit. He wasn't used to seeing sad ghosts, mostly just pissed off ones.

"Hey, what's your deal?" Asked Danny. "I've never seen you before." The ghost stood up, turning to face the halfa. He only had the right eye visible, which was now blood red, and not just because he'd been crying. The ghosts eye widened, and he suddenly sprinted forward, tackling Danny out of the way before the ground where he'd been standing was hit by a lazer, fired by the premiere ghost hunter, Skulker. The two teenage ghosts stood, facing Skulker, both prepared to fight him. Danny looked around quickly to make sure Sam and Tucker were saf. He saw them hiding behind a tree. He sighed in relief, then brought his attention back to skulker.

"Hello, whelp. It's been a while, and I see you brought a friend, this time." Said Skulker, grinning like a psycho.

"I don't actually know him." Said Danny. He then turned to the Ghost that saved him. "What is your name, by the way? I owe you one."

"William." Said the ghost. His voice was husky, as if he hadn't used it for a while. "And yours?"

"Danny." Said the Halfa. Danny looked back at the large techno ghost hunter. "What do you want, Skulker?"

"Your skin above my mantlepiece." Answered the ghost.

"That's just wrong." Said William.

"Yeah, I know." Said Danny, blasting Skulker with his Ghost Ray. Skulker was blasted back a bit, before flying at Danny to shoot him. William suddenly came out of nowhere and kicked Skulker in the face. Skulker growled at the mummified ghost, before punching him away. Danny went to help his new ally, before Skulker blasted him with his gun. Sam and Tucker ran to help their friend, and Skulker hovered above them, a self satisfied smile on his face. William looked over at Danny and his friends, and an image of Johnny and Kittie shot through his mind. Orange flames began dancing over his ghostly wrappings. William gave a yell of rage, and threw a large fireball at Skulker, catching the ghost hunter off guard. Skulker went down, and Sam used the Fenton Thermice on him. William landed on the ground and walked over to Danny, helping him to his feet.

"Are you alright?" Asked William. Danny nodded.

"Yeah, thanks to you." Said Danny. "I guess that's two I owe you. What are you doing here, anyway?"

"I didn't much like it in the Ghost Zone." Answered William. "Sure, it was big and open, but there were no roads, no highways, nothing I could ride on."

"Wait, what do you mean by ride?" Asked Sam.

"I ride motorcycles." Said William.

"You have a motorcycle? Can we see it?" Asked Tucker. William scratched the back of his head.

"Well, my real motorcycle was destroyed in a crash, which is how I ended up like this." Said William, motioning to himself. "And I don't think they sell ghost bikes."

"Well, you don't seem to be doing anything wrong." Danny looked over at the headstones that William was kneeling before earlier. "What were you doing, anyway?"

"Mourning some old friends." Said William sadly. He walked over to the graves and got back on his knees. "I'm sorry, Johnny, Kittie. I wish I could have-"

"Wait." Said Danny. "By Johnny and Kittie, do you mean Johnny 13 and his girlfriend?" Asked Danny.

"Yeah. Do you know them?" Asked a confused William.

"Yeah, they cause problems around here every once in a while. Real troublemakers." Said Sam. She frowned at William. "How do YOU know them?"

"They looked out for me when we were alive." Answered William, excited that he had the chance to meet up with his friends again, but somewhat disappointed in Johnny for not cleaning up his criminal personality.

"Well, even if you are their friend, you don't seem too bad." Said Danny. "Hey, wanna kick it back at my place?"

"What are we kicking?" Asked William, his visible brow furrowing.

"Danny, as soon as he walks into your house, he's going to have both your parents blasting him with their ghost hunting equipment." Said Sam, Tucker nodding his head.

"Well, what do you expect we do? We can't just let him float around, and he hasn't done anything wrong, so I'm not stuffing him in the thermice." Danny defended his new friend.

"It's okay, don't worry about me." Interrupted William. "I already have a place picked out."

"You sure?" Asked Danny. William nodded. "Well, you better take care of yourself."

"I will." William waved as his new friends departed. He glanced at the headstones one more time, before flying to the abandoned hospital he died in. Sure, it was a bit morbid and cliche that he's hiding in the place he died in, but hey, you do what you can. William floated in through the wall and into the patients rooms, laying down on one of the beds. He wasn't sure, but he thinks this was his room when he was alive.

" I wish I had someone to hang out with." William said to himself.

"You have wished it, and so shall it be."