So, remember when I wrote fanfiction?

Yeah, been awhile guys, three hundred sixty four days actually. In other news, did you know that college was actually hell? And I for sure did not need to go back and read the last few chapters to remember exactly what was going on.

*cough*

I have nothing else to say on the matter other than the fact that congrats, this chapter is longer than normal! Definitely not trying to make up for dropping off the face of the Earth and the Infinite Realms for a year.

So last time this happened:

-Danny commited crime!

-Ember got a team together

-Jazz was confronted by Sam and Tucker

-Freakshow is gloating in his wealth!

Here we go, one chapter left for part one after this!

Jazz POV, Fenton Works Basement…

"Danny is Phantom." Sam repeated somewhat numbly as Jazz dug through her parents toy chest of volatile and deadly weaponry. Honestly, it would have been harder to get into if it actually had a key instead of a keypad with a four digit code. O-P-E-N, her father was probably the one to pick the code but that did not explain why her mom let him get away with it, or at the very least did not go and change it later on.

"Sam I know this is kind of mind blowing, especially given the circumstances but you've been repeating that for five minutes and I'm starting to get concerned for your cognitive functions." Jazz called back as she pulled out a rifle and inspected it. Damn, would barely sting a ghost with a rating of 4.0 or higher. Might be useful actually considering that Phantom would be the most dangerous of the bunch but she wasn't sure how self aware he was if he was robbing banks with a group of ghosts che had never seen before. She'd be a bit less suspicious if it were not for the glowing red eyes he was now sporting. Textbook sign of either being mind controlled, or being cartoonishly evil.

"I'm more confused about how you're being so calm about this situation." Tucker voiced, eyes still wide despite his speaking voice having returned to him. At least one of them was functioning now, although she had been betting on Sam regaining her senses first considering she was the one out of them that was actually talking when Jazz had finished explaining things to them, even if she was just repeating herself.

Jazz sighed, she sighed for multiple reasons, first and foremost to release carbon dioxide from her lungs by exhaling. Other than that she was filled with annoyance at the lack of thought behind the question and the fact that her idiotic spirit of a brother went and got himself mixed up in what was essentially a gang for ghosts, to be fair there was also a lot of stress mixed in due to a combination of pretty much everything going on in her life right now. "I'm not calm Tucker, in fact I think I may be on the verge of a freak out, unfortunately neither of you seem to be in a good mindset right now, and someone needs to remain level headed in this situation. Now, if you and Sam could get your gear and get ready to go, then that would be very helpful."

"Danny is Phantom." Sam repeated once more as Tucker grabbed her by the shoulders and led her towards where the hazmat suits were located on the opposite side of the lab. Their suits were still in place despite the grounding the pair had been met with, speaking of which Jazz should probably call them out for being here but she had more pressing concerns and needed all the help she could get. It was a good thing her parents were out on patrol right now or things would be even more complicated.

Seriously how does one even begin to broach that kind of subject with your strange and slightly estranged parents? 'Hey you know my brother, your son, who died because of one of your inventions and by doing so led me to hate you on some levels that I'm not quite comfortable with? Well he came back as a ghost, is barely able to connect memories from his life to emotions properly and is quite possibly being mind controlled after he went after a famous dead serial killer!' Wow, she had issues, at least she was self aware enough to know that she had issues, that would help her get passed them.

"Jazz, any ideas for Sam? She's still unresponsive and if you're serious about this we're kinda going to need her help." Tucker called from the other side of the room, she glanced over to see him pulling on his suit even as Sam stared at the wall just as blankly as she had been staring at Jazz when she first explained things and then at thin air after she had led the younger teens down to the lab.

"Try percussive maintenance." She told Tucker as she went digging through the chest again and pulled out a pair of thermos, worse came to worse, they could try trapping Danny/Phantom in there until the mind control or whatever was happening to him wore off.

"Wait really? I like my body not covered in bruises thank you very much." Tucker wrapped his arms around his shoulders protectively. "My body is a beautiful temple and if I hit her she's going to either slug me or kick me with her steel toed boots."

Jazz silently conceded the point but she didn't want to go over there and have the same thing happen to her so she pressed the issue. "Tucker if you have any better ideas I'll be happy to hear them, but you said it yourself, we're going to need Sam." She paused while inspecting a pair of weird looking goggles that she would have assumed were night vision if she had found them anywhere else. "Also if she starts responding I can probably answer at least some of the questions she has about this."

"I have questions too you know, like if Phantom was Danny the whole time than why didn't he ever say anything to us, heck why did he kick our butts after that thing with Ember, I remember that pretty well and-" Jazz chose now to cut off the campaigning techno-geek.

"Tucker, quit stalling and just slap her already."

"If she breaks anything you're paying for my medical bill." Jazz heard Tucker muttered followed by a light slapping sound and immediately afterwards a shrill shriek. She turned around to see that Sam had not really moved that much but was actively moving finally and rubbing her eyes. Tucker was in an awkward position with one foot off the ground in an attempt to use his leg to defend his lower torso and his arms out in a protective gesture for his face and upper torso. Sam moved her hands away from her face and blinked rapidly.

"Thanks Tucker." she said sounding genuinely grateful before quickly proceeding to kick him in the shin.

"Ow, why?!" Tucker cried out his he fell to the ground clutching his leg as Sam proceeded to get her own hazmat suit off of the rack.

"Because while helpful, it's the principal of the matter." Sam told her as she unzipped her purple suit and started to put it on. She paused to deadpan stare at the boy in the fetal position on the ground. "Oh get up, I didn't kick you that hard.

"It's the principal of the matter." Tucker shot back and Sam had the grace to look a tiny bit sheepish, but the look didn't last before she shot a glare at Jazz and the Fenton girl knew a barrage of questions was coming.

"I know what you're going to ask…" Jazz started to say to try and alleviate some of the incoming animosity at the very least and hopefully speed up the question asking process. She was cut off by Sam though.

"Do you?" The goth girl dug in, "Because I can think of half a dozen questions right off the bat. "How long has he been a ghost? Are you sure it's really him? How long have you known? Has becoming a ghost changed anything (because he did almost kill us that one time)? Why didn't he say anything to us? Is he okay?" Sam finished her brief barrage with a deep breath even as Tucker stood up, not really that hurt, and Jazz took a step back.

Jazz sighed, knowing she would have to at least answer some of these in order to move forward. "I don't know how long he's been a ghost, probably since around… the accident." She managed to repress the wince that the two younger teens could not. "I'm sure it's really him, honestly the only reason I got to know him in the first place is because he didn't realize who he was for a little while, from what I understand it was when he went off on you two, then freaked out and flew off."

"That explains a few things." Tucker commented offhandedly, sharing a glance with Sam.

"I've known since the pep rally at school. The ghost who was making everyone depressed started tearing into him about trying to protect "some human" and put two and two together. As for anything about him changing..." Jazz thought about how to word it and how much to tell them. She could take the easy way out and say "it's complicated" but that would be insulting their intelligence as well as underselling the situation.

"From you expression." Sam started with a somewhat deadpan tone. "It's a complex subject you've been contemplating yourself and may have discussed with him but have no idea how to explain it to us but still want to try. I'll let you off easy, since you've been answering the other questions we'll talk about it with you and Danny later."

Jazz almost did a double take and had to fight from letting the sheer amount of relief show. Not only was she spared the complex explanation when she had other things on her mind Sam had pretty much said… "So you'll be helping me."

"Don't sound so surprised." Samn rolled her eyes. "If Phantom really is Danny and something is controlling him, then of course we're going to help." She glanced at Tucker who nodded his agreement with a second thought.

Okay, that made things easier. Trying to get them to go along and help her was one thing, willingly getting their help was something else.

"Also heads up, I'm punching both you can Danny in the face when this is over, or at least giving you each a good kick. I don't know, I'll figure it out." Sam mentioned, her brow furrowing in thought before smoothing as she let the train derail for the time being. Jazz decided to deal with that when the time came, for now she was more than grateful for the help.

"We'll discuss it later, for now, suit up." She went back to the chest full of weapons to pull out a few more high caliber blasters.

That was when the ghost invasion alarm on the Ghost Portal went off.

Vlad POV, Wisconsin, Several Minutes Earlier…

"Yes Skulker. No I do not mean Shulk, who even is tha- nevermind not important." Vlad rubbed his eyes. "Look all I'm asking you to do is to connect me to his hotline I know he has one."

Contrary to popular belief the Ghost Zone did indeed have a communication system, but it was shoddy and only worked half the time at best. Usually he had to go through operators like this in order to reach anyone. A part of him still wondered where exactly they were and who was running it. He had tried to learn before but had never made any headway.

The halfa wrapped his knuckles on his desk as he waited for the call to connect. Skulker had not come to their last scheduled appointment, this was not unprecedented. Usually the reason for this was the mechanized hunter got involved in some sort of hunt deep in the Ghost Zone. Last time he was hunting frost giants, the time before that a kraken.

But normally he had returned by now or at least would have called in order set up another appointment.

"Hello?" A feminine voice that was most definitely not Skulker answered on the other end of the line. Vlad sighed but decided to try anyway, maybe the hunter had managed to get himself a secretary or something and since they were new to the job they were not doing a good job of keeping up with his appointments.

"Yes, I'm trying to get in touch with skulker, I have a job I need to discuss with him and he missed our previous appointment." Vlad explained calmly but with a hint of ice in his voice to make sure the recipient knew he meant business.

"Tell him he's not here." A somewhat childish voice called in the background.

"I was going to, because he isn't here! Sorry about the idiot, he's not here, we grabbed his head after we blew him up." The original voice responded. It sounded vaguely familiar now that he thought about it but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"You blew him up?" Vlad was relatively shocked. No more Skulker well that put a few holes in his plans, where was he going to find another huntsman gullible enough to do what he wanted with incredibly shoddy equipment?

"Actually, we blew up his suit if you want to get specific." The voice answered, apparently somewhat disappointed at that. Maybe they had been actually trying to kill him. Or end him come to think of it.

"Well where is he?" Vlad was beginning to become annoyed. Whoever was on the other end of the line was clearly going to be difficult and if blowing up Skulker's suit was any indication, would be liable to cause problems for him in the future.

"Prison." The other end answered simply and without fanfare.

"Why is he in prison?" Vlad hissed out through gritted teeth. If only he could recognize this voice. It was definitely a ghost but who was it? He ran through the list of ghosts that could best Skulker and were female. She would learn his displeasure soon enough.

"Dunno, look we're kinda in the middle of something and we're still trying to rewire this thing a bit sooo, see ya." The line went dead.

Vlad fist shook as he clenched the phone in a rage. The casing began to crack in his grip before giving and the device shattered in his hands with a few sparks.

Glaring, he dropped the mess and made a note to have someone clean that up later. Maybe the vultures? Better them than some human staff member wandering in and seeing some of his… less than legal affairs by accident. He most certainly did not want to cover up another disappearance. It involved paperwork, lawyers, paying off numerous officials and quite frankly annoying meetings with the victim's family.

All in all, this day was going fairly poorly and he had no intention of making it any more difficult for himself. He rubbed his temples, perhaps he needed to relax a bit, he had taped a Packers game a few months back and while he had caught the highlights had not found the time to sit down and watch through it.

It wasn't like anything interesting was going to happen for a little while, he was still working out the location to Pariah's Keep after all.

Ember POV, Fenton Works Basement…

The ghosts team they had gathered had burst through the portal with the fury of a thousand raging souls. Well there were nine of them not counting Johnny's shadow. They had also come through screaming for some reason. Well she had a reason to scream but everyone else not so much, her screams were weapons, everyone else was just making noise.

The screams cut off when they noticed the basement appeared to be empty.

"Really no guards, I thought these guys were supposed to be smart." Youngblood commented, likely thinking of the fact that the owner's were scientists.

"Making a lot of assumptions there." Ember told him thinking of what she had heard about the Fentons from Danny.

The group of nine were not exactly a group of well trained fighters, nor were they united by similar beliefs, even the cause they were working towards was a bit dodgy come to think of it. In fact, this was quite possibly the worst team ever united for a vaguely common goal.

There were her and Youngblood, plus Mr. Bones who insisted on being counted as a separate entity. They were in it to save Phantom. Johnny and Kitty were also brought along and thankfully Shadow was counted as part of Johnny bringing their total up to five. They were theoretically along to help Phantom as well, though she suspected part of it was them wanting to stay out of prison, not that she particularly blamed them in that regard.

The last member of the familiar crowd was the normally overlooked but always loyal Cujo, who had come through the portal in his terrifying hellhound form but had shrunk down to his cute puppy shape.

This was where they started bringing in outside help.

Rebreather was… interesting. He looked like Captain Cutler's ghost from Scooby Doo to be honest. Also he constantly talked in puns. Not just any puns, but ocean puns, and they were not even very imaginative, or really good at all come to think of it.

Youngblood was the one who pointed them towards the next one, who fortunately did not speak in puns! Unfortunately he spoke in rhymes, for some reason. He actually did not have much vested interest in defeating the Ripper but Youngblood had apparently made a deal with him or something. He was a bit vague on the details but had mentioned that Halloween had been involved. He was known by many names, but they could call him Frank.

Then there was the odd one out.

Bullet. Walker's right hand ghost himself.

Ember probably was not as surprised as she could be, or at least the initial shock had quickly worn off. It made sense why Bullet would help them if she thought about it, after all he had been working with Walker for Clockwork knows how long and had probably been there when they had first captured the Ripper. Odds are that he wanted to make sure he got put away again and was not going to leave it up to chance.

Admittedly she had been hoping for more help but this was all they had managed to gather, it was better than nothing at least.

They were probably screwed though.

Dammit this was going to be completely pointless, every time she went into the human world something went horribly wrong. Maybe they could just grab Phantom and make a bolt for it, at least they would be out of prison either at the next breakout or in a thousand years, at least they would still exist that way.

Assuming he had not been ended that was…

Ember flinched at that train of thought, better to forget it and go about finding and helping him.

Time to organize and figure things out, it was a good thing the Fenton's weren't there or else this would just be stupidly annoying to figure out.

"Freeze ghosts!" A voice significantly younger than the Fenton's cried out, one seemed somewhat familiar to Ember, it was not Jazz though, she would recognize that one. So who was she thinking of?

She got her answer pretty quickly at least and felt rage boil inside her as she prepared to waste the purple suited ghost huntress in who had leaped out of hiding to confront them.

"You." She seethed out recognizing one of the hunters that had nearly ended her before Phantom showed up and wrecked them before having his little freak out session. It was the purple colored one and she had her hood down this time, revealing black hair with a weirdly placed ponytail, pale complexion which highlighted dark make-up and purple eyes. Wow this girl sure seemed like someone's original-character-do-not-steal.

She raised her hand to unleash a furious ectoplasm powered note from her guitar when Jazz's head popped out, causing her to hesitate.

"Oh hey Ember, here because Danny disappeared off the face of the Infinite Realms?" She asked as she stepped into the open revealing her own

"What-" Ember blinked in surprise even as the girl in purple whirled around and shouted "You know them?" It was a bit annoying considering how offended she sounded at the idea that Jazz knew who a ghost was. This also raised several more questions. She decided to answer the ghost hunter first, as rudely and smugly as ghostly possible.

"Of course she knows us, are you surprised she has such good taste in friends?" She called out to the hunter. She could practically feel the anger emanating off the other girl. Speaking of anger, she should probably make sure her posse was not feeling it. She did not think any of her personal friends would cause problems but the others were certainly touch and go, especially considering these were humans they were dealing with.

A quick glance revealed that overall they were being patient but as soon as he saw her look back, Bullet spoke up. "What are we waiting for, are we going after the Ripper or not? Who cares about the humans?"

Ember thought over her next words carefully, she didn't want to ostracize him at this point. That meant she was going to try and be *shudder* polite to him. "Well we don't want them getting in the way once we start this, you know how his obsession works, better than any of us."

"OH come on, why the heck do all you ghosts insist on going after Jack the Freaking Ripper? I know you guys are technically more durably but I'd rather "die" than "end" for the record." Jazz called over, obviously listening in on their conversation. "Also if you're looking for Danny he's being mind controlled, possibly by a circus, we're still working on that."

"Wait how do you know it was the circus?" The other ghost hunter from before walked out of hiding, he had glasses, a red beret and a dark complexion, he fortunately was not wearing any make-up.

"It just seems a bit coincidental that ghosts have been showing up for months but the minute the circus shows up in town, one of the big ones gets mind controlled." Jazz explained, "If I'm wrong then oh well, we'll keep searching."

"What's this about mind control?" Ember asked, she wasn't expecting that to be honest, but at least he was alive.

"Also how do you know who Phantom is?" Youngblood added in and Ember realized that he hadn't actually met Jazz yet. Well, no time like the present.

Jasmine answered before she could though. "Danny's been on a crime spree, nothing particularly murderous, mostly petty thievery, this happened after he showed up here and asked for help figuring out where the best places to search for Jack were. I've no idea what happened in between that though." She directed her gaze at Youngblood, "As for how I know Danny, I'm his old sister."

"But you're not a ghos-" Bone's whacked the pirate in the back of the head with his wing. "Wha- but… oh" Youngblood blinked as he connected the dots. "That's kinda weird."

"Ignoring Youngblood's lack of tact, why are those two here?" She gestured at the two ghost hunters. "Listening to this, learning about all this."

"What does any of this have to do with the fishing up the Ripper?" Rebreather cut into the conversation, with an affirmative grunt from Bullet. Ember forced herself to hold back a sigh, those two were here for the Ripper and not much else. Bringing them would have been better if the dipstick had just been on the run from the Ripper and needed back up. Instead he had to go and get himself mind controlled or something and make things so much more complicated.

"Look, we can just go after the Ripper once we get Phantom, okay, he's stronger than any of us individually. Having him with us would definitely help our chances when we actually fight that lunatic." Johnny added to the conversation. Ember silently thanked him for actually adding something useful to the discussion.

"Why should we trust you, ghost." The purple hunter grit out at them leveling her weapon with ember's face. Jeez she sure was violent, and ghocist, if that was thing.

"Why the heck should we trust you?" Ember called back, "Last time I met you, you tried to END me, ya know like completely destroy to the point I will never come back." She was not feeling particularly courteous for fairly obvious reasons. If anyone felt she was being a bit rude, they could be on the receiving end of those ecto blasters.

"Look, can we agree that helping Danny is more important than our personal grudges here?" Ember asked the group, the purple hunter reluctantly put down her weapon and Ember stopped holding her guitar so aggressively.

"No" Bullet answered verbally.

"You don't really count scary looking ghost who I have never met before so I'm going to assume the rest of you agree." Jazz said without missing a beat.

"Actually I don't either." Rebreather called, for once not making a fish/ocean/water pun. It was a welcome change Ember personally thought.

"Okay, but everyone else!" Jazz cheered, Ember thought she was being a little too cheerful for the situation but then again, maybe Jazz knew that too. She was always pretty aware of her emotions and mental state and maybe she was putting on a show, even if she felt stressed and worried if she put on an air that everything was alright and this was just a normal thing to work together as a team then it was transmitted to everyone else.

Heck, it actually seemed to be working, even if she was still heavily annoyed at being forced to work with the ghost hunters Jazz had a point that they had a greater cause to work towards. And by being so damn cheerful about it she was putting the rest of them at ease. Well at least the rest of them whose names were not Bullet.

"Alright, fine, truce. For now." Ember declared, "We'll sort this out later, when Phantom is here." She did not want to say out loud that she felt a bit safer with the friendly super ghost in between her and the ghost hunters. Seriously how the fuck was it fair he was so strong after such a short time.

"Fine." The purple hunter agreed. It occurred to Ember that the orange one had not even made a move to attack them, that was kinda weird to be honest, maybe he had thought they were completely outclassed. Questions for later for sure.

"Great, now since you two," Jazz pointed at Bullet and Rebreather, "Seem to only care about The Ripper, you can take uh…" She looked over the rest of the group. "Those two!" She called pointing at Johnny and Kitty, "And go search for him, don't start fighting him until we group up, if he's anywhere as dangerous as everyone claims he is then no one should fight him alone, or in a small group."

"And why should I take orders from you human?" Bullet asked floating forward until he loomed over the youngest living Fenton. Jazz to her credit seemed remarkably unphased by this development and stared Bullet down. This was vaguely ridiculous looking due to the fact she had her head at a nearly 90 degree angle in order to see the ghost's face.

"Because even though they were from a human, you have to admit it's a decent start. If you have a better idea on how to mobilize then I'm open ears. Once we have everyone together we'll be able to act more directly." Jazz explained in a calm, almost emotionless tone. Never breaking her gaze with Walker's right hand.

Bullet glared back for a few more moments before turning back to the group of ghosts. "You three let's go. We got a lunatic to find." He then turned intangible and flew through the ceiling, followed by the other three ghosts.

As soon as he was gone Jazz gasped and doubled over, hands on her knees. The humans next to her made a move to help but she waved them off. "Oh thank god I thought he was going to kill me for a second there."

"Gotta admit you have a hell of a poker face" Ember told her, respect grudgingly leaking into her voice.

"Thanks, I need to for when I here crazy shit from the people I'm trying to help." Jazz told her, straightening back up. She barely took a moment before getting back to the point. "I'm not sure how the mind control might work so you guys are going to have to be careful, I suggest you guys do a flyover of the fairgrounds so we can get an idea of where everything is and we," she gestured at herself and the other humans, "Can scout it out."

"Once we find Danny, we try and isolate him and see how complete this control is, failing that we find out what could be doing it and get rid of that. That's the end goal no matter what happens." Jazz continued. "With the controller gone, we'll have his help and yours to deal with the one behind everything, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if it's the ringmaster, seems cliche enough."

Ember nodded along, it was a fairly sound plan. It had room for improvement but what plan didn't. It was simple enough to survive first contact and that was good enough. "Alright then, where's this circus?"

Freakshow POV, Circus Gothica…

Circus Gothica was quite possibly the most disturbing circus to have ever been dreamed up by man, ghost or monster. So many different things had spikes on them, everything was dark colors, mostly black or gray but there was the occasional splash of bright red. Not to mention the skulls randomly scattered through the grounds.

It was also haunted.

This was less in the idea that there were cold spots and various deaths linked with the circus, although those did exist. It has more to do with the fact that there are several ghosts "on the payroll," most of them unwillingly.

Of course the only one who really knew anything about this was the Ringmaster himself, the legendary, the horrifying, the devious genius, Freakshow!

The ringmaster was almost as strange looking as any of his performers. He was a tall bald man with pale almost white skin. He had an elongated nose and oversized dramatic eyebrows. His outfit looked almost like what you expect the typical circus ringmaster to wear, save for the fact it was all black and red just like everything else about his circus.

While he should be enjoying his fairly stolen riches that he got using his enslaved ghosts that he got using his ghost controlling staff (he had entire train carts FULL of gold, jewelry and money at this point), he was instead feeling very confused.

This was mainly because his newest… employee had been tackled to the ground by a girl in a purple jumpsuit who was currently slapping him repeatedly.

"Pull yourself together!" The girl shouted as she kept whacking the ghost on the ground who had made no move to fight back but this was mainly because he had not yet ordered it to do so. "Just who do you think you are getting mind controlled like that?!"

Freakshow stared at the scene for a moment longer before sharing a glance with Lydia, the one ghost who he actually did not need to control. She just shrugged at him, apparently mirroring his feelings on the situation, this was to be expected honestly but he still had several questions about this.

"Uh, little girl, could you please stop beating on my… performer." He called out as he emerged dramatically from the shadows.

The girl looked up at him, her features hidden by the hood and goggles of the jumpsuit. "Are the guy in charge? If so I would kindly request that you release this doofus from you control please. I kind of need to yell at him, cry, apologize and a few other things but he's not really responsive in this state."

"I'm not going to do that, he's been incredibly useful and particularly impressive at doing his duties." Freakshow said careful not to say anything actually incriminating. He would probably never get convicted though, after all what court would accept that he was using ghosts to commit crimes?

Still, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"I get that, but like I said I kinda want you to stop doing that." Her gaze slightly shifted. "Hey, is that ominously swirling staff what you're using to mind control ghosts?"

Freakshow did not like the direction this conversation was going, he should probably put an end to it right now. "Ghost! Get rid of her!" He called to his minion.

"Yes master." the ghost replied, standing up and grabbing the girl.

"Wait you actually have him call you master, that's kind of messed up you know?" She called over again. "Like do you just have a thing for young ghosts?"

"What are you-" Freakshow blinked at the insinuation and felt red hot rage boil over inside of him. "HOW DARE YOU! He's dead you stupid child!"

"If anything that makes it worse!" She replied, her lip twisted in a smug smile her eyes would no doubt mirror underneath those goggles.

The Ringmaster bit back a sharp retort knowing that saying anything else would just make the situation far worse than it already was. "Do you have anything useful to say, like who you told that you were coming here or if you mentioned your suspicions to anyone else?" He was unlikely to get any answers but you never know with teenagers, sometimes they were full of themselves enough that they would let useful information slip.

She seemed to think for a moment as his ghost held her in place. "Actually I can think of one thing to say." She said, then yelled at the top of her lungs, "NOW!"

He was not quick enough to react as another pair of teenagers in jumpsuits, albeit different colors, jumped him from behind, obviously going for his staff, thankfully before they could grab it, Lydia interfered on his behalf and wrapped them both in her tattoos before they could reach grab their prize.

"Damn." The first girl swore and suddenly the ghost boy lurched backwards covered in what look to be green electricity. "Plan B then."

Before his minion could recover she started rushing him, noting that Lydia was currently preoccupied with the other two, who had somehow managed to free themselves from her tattoos while his attention was elsewhere, he would have to hold off this girl by himself, personally this did not seem fair to him, he was an adult and she was just a-

That line of thinking was immediately cut off when she delivered a mean right hook to his jaw and started trying to pry the staff out of his fingers.

"GRK" He hacked as he grabbed the staff with his other hand, trying to ignore the blistering pain on the side of his face. "Ugh, I think you might of knocked a tooth loose you little punk."

"Good!" She replied, spraying saliva in his face, honestly the nerve of children these days, he just wanted to become rich by controlling ghosts and using them to make a fortune was that too much to ask for?

"What are you standing around for!" He cried out to the ghost boy who was shaking off the last vestiges of the electricity, "Get over here and help me you idiot!" For some reason that just seemed to make her start tugging on the staff harder, so he dug his heels in and held on, she was surprisingly strong for her age and size.

"Yes Master." he repeated as he flew over and pulled the girl off of the staff. Perhaps that girl had a point, while it did feel kind of nice to have a bunch of ghostly minions calling him master and obeying his every command, hearing "yes master" every time he told them to do anything might get a bit old.

"Danny if you could stop fighting us and let us help you that would be great!" The girl told the ghost restraining her.

"I am a ghost." He replied, completely emotionless as a good mind slave should.

"Yes, yes you are." The girl sighed, "Seriously do they have any personality while you are controlling them?

"Why would they need that? As long as they're doing everything I tell them they don't need anything, they're ghosts! All they need to do is obey my every command!" Freakshow replied, it was true, these ghosts had their chance at life, and now there afterlife could be spent serving him completely and loyally, what was so wrong with that?

And then he was hit full force in the chest by a bolt of green plasma. The staff tumbled out of his hands and hit the ground as he crashed into the bleachers screaming in pain his back crashed against the rows.

"Youngblood get the staff!" A female voice called he glanced to see another ghost, this one with crazy looking face make-up and flaming paled slightly when he saw the blindfold. That was not good, he had his own ghosts but the rest were back on the train, meaning the only two he had here were Lydia and the boy.

"Lydia get the staff!" He called in retaliation, unsure who this Youngblood was as no one made a move for the staff.

"Danny look around, we're here to help you, just stop fighting us and think!" The girl slammed her boot into the ghost's foot. Freakshow saw her pullout a handheld device that vaguely resembles a taser, no doubt what she had used to shock him before but she didn't make a move to use it a second time.

"I- you-" his ghost minion seemed to flinch as he looked around and saw everyone in the room "Don't I-"

"Shut up and stop them you idiot!" Freakshow called even as the ghost girl called out again. "What do you mean you can't see it? JUST LOOK FOR THE OTHER GHOST IN THE ROOM! Feel the ectoplasm you dumbass!"

"But I-" The ghost seemed to resist again and clutched at his head as though he was in pain. Why wasn't he obeying his command like he was supposed to!? The girl got free with the ghost holding her in place, but rather than go after the staff she turned around and kept trying to talk to him!

What was even going on? Why did everything have to go wrong for him? What did he ever do to deserve this?

Danny POV, Circus Gothica…

Everything hurt. Not just his head but his whole body. He was supposed to do what master told him to wasn't he? So why didn't he want to do it? Did it matter what he wanted, if master told him to do something else?

HeLp ThEm. SaVe ThEm.

And then there was that! What was going on, he knew these people didn't he? All of them right? Why was he supposed to fight them? Shouldn't he be helping them? But master said he was supposed to fight them so?

Something pulsed and he felt his whole body shake and he collapsed onto his knees. The world around him faded away, the shrieks of his Master ordering him to help the pleas of Sam, standing in front of him trying to calm him down, the sounds of Tucker and Jazz fighting that other ghost along with Youngblood. The crashes as Ember unleashed destruction on the pews where she thought Freakshow was. Also what sounded like a massive animal outside the tent, tearing up the circus.

He did know these people. Why was he listening to Freakshow? Because he told him too!? But he had to listen to Freaksho-MASTER! He had to listen to Master!

But he didn't want to! HE COULDN'T LISTEN ANYMORE!

Something pulsed again, this time violently and the air around him seemed to tremble.

At the edge of his conscious he heard something, he could scarcely remember the words seconds later even though they had engraved themselves into his mind and had always been said, would always be said and commanded him even as they said nothing at all.

Interesting. Let's see where does this lead?

Then everything was silent for a moment as cold rushed through him and suddenly he could think straight again and he let the rage and confusion burst out in a single scream.

"ENOUGH!" He watched as everyone clutched their heads, the ghosts the humans and that asshole who had been controlling him. He stumbled for a moment and clutched his own again.

Well at least he could think straight now. He still had the worst headache of his afterlife, he wanted to lay down, drink some water and throw up. Not necessarily in that order but the point still stands.

"Okay, I've had a heck of a few days, I got beat up, lost my sword and shield, I'm pretty sure I robbed a bank, and I've got a killer headache. Right now, I could do with some well placed aggression." He glared at the man responsible. "But first…"

He turned away from the clown even as he started screaming at him to obey and to help him and to destroy the interlopers, wow that guy really was annoying, if he hadn't had a mind control staff why the heck would anyone listen to him?

Danny flew over to the staff and was met halfway by the ghost Freakshow always kept at his side, Lydia he thought her name was. She through open her cloak and monstrous tattoos reached out to grab him. His hands lit up with ectoplasm and he blasted them apart until they were nothing. The other ghost had a moment to look terrified before he slammed a boot into her face knocking her through the side of the tent.

He took a great deal of satisfaction in watching Cujo, who had been wrecking the rest of circus apparently leap up and catch her in his jaws and then crash through the side of the tent creating another larger whole and drop the thoroughly slimed ghost in front of him like it was a game of fetch.

Now that was dealt with, he surged up another blast and fired it at the staff and took a great deal of satisfaction watching it crumble away to ashes.

His headache immediately vanished and he sighed in relief. "That feels so much better!"

He turned around and saw the group who had come to help him out, the most surprising members being Tucker and Sam, considering they weren't shooting at him and the fact that Sam had been calling him "Danny" likely meant that they knew the truth now. That was going to be a discussion of its own.

But before that he had something to deal with.

Freakshow had started trying to crawl away when he beat Lydia, he hadn't gotten far though and the guy looked a mess. His outfit was ruined and he had a bloody lip and his left leg was at a very uncomfortable looking angel.

"Hey freak!" he called and flew over. He nearly stumbled in surprise when he arrived almost instantaneously. Could he even stumble on air? He didn't let it take the wind out of his sails though and continued on. "I'd like to hand in my resignation. Sorry I can't give two weeks notice. But I'm done clowning around." His hand turned blue with cold energy.

Freakshow rolled his eyes. "That was just ter-" And then he was a clownsicle. Danny chuckled silently to himself that joke was never going to get old. He turned to look at everyone else.

Ember had pulled off her blindfold. Youngblood was still stumbling around with his arms out trying not to bump into anything. Cujo just looked insanely happy to see him Jazz and Tucker looked relieved and Sam looked… kind of tense but also happy? If that made any sense, that was going to be complex to deal with, to say the least.

"So who has questions, because I sure do."

DONE

I DID IT

This chapter was almost painful to write, mainly because college. Seriously I started this in January and then college started kicking my ass so I put it away until June, and then I had other more personal stuff to deal with and it just slipped my mind!

But it's done!

In slightly less than a year!

One more chapter for part one! Time to deal with the Ripper, I'm sure some of you have questions about what happened at the end there! Most will be answered next chapter! Which will be sooner than this because I have a much greater urge to write it.

Sorry I haven't posted anything for any of my stories. This was mostly because of college, partly because of my anger at certain directions shows go and how their characters act *cough* Naruto *cough* and partly because of my own laziness.

Anyway, for those who don't know who Rebreather is, he is a real ghost created by Butch Hartman, I know not everyone is happy with him for reasons I'm not going to go into here (I'm none to pleased either) but it's okay to like someone's creations even if you don't agree with everything they say or do. Don't quote me on that because I'm sure there are horrible people whose creations are just as awful as they are.

But if you don't agree with someone that's fine, I don't agree with my parents on a lot of political stuff, doesn't mean I don't love them and respect their opinions. Heck I'm sure people don't agree with me on how I feel about this. That's fine too. If you don't want to like something anymore because of something someone said or did I won't argue with you over it.

Interesting tidbit, I was going to use the cheokv's gun that is Youngblood's control core have it so he couldn't be completely controlled by the staff and was just kinda doing what he was told. like...

"I tried to stop them Master."

"All you did was lightly tap their legs!"

"Yeah, I tried"

And then I remembered that adults can't see him so that didn't really work out.

Anyway, remember reviews?

JudgeDreddSA: Well there you have it! Danny is rescued! He did part of it himself but he needed help to push him over the edge to *spoilers*

SonicMax: Well he is a boy and also her friend. As to if that goes anywhere we shall see.

Blaiddsumu: I'm glad to have you aboard, welcome to the show! Or story I guess…

Cats-Cinnamon: Glad you got the good timing update for the last chapter, sorry for the wait on this one! And glad to hear you like the idea of a Young Justice/Danny Phantom crossover. I'm not sure if I'll get to it at this point but we shall see!

therealrane: glad you think so!

Devi kchingli: I would love to see some fanart of this! If you have done any let me know!

The Blade of Osh-Tekk: I'm happy to hear that you think I'm doing it well!

Garisfrey26: Happy to see you over here. But yeah like I said, I don't own the concept, and I've had people who didn't quite enjoy the way I took it so they can go and enjoy yours and your direction! Or vice versa

Eris: Sorry it wasn't so soon but here's the update at last!

Bitterwolf: I am going to! This I swear!

cg037: I'll do just that!

Guest(1): It's not dead I promise!

Guest(2): Here's the next chapter!

And I think that's everything, at least I can't think of anything else to say other than I hope I can get the next chapter out much sooner. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one!

Until next we meet!

~FriTik

R&R