Prologue

The first thing I feel when I open my eyes is the entire world spinning.

I'm on a tilt-a-whirl that won't stop no matter how many times I grip my head and internally yell for it to stop. Or at least I try gripping it; I think I grab some kinda squishy rock instead.

Maybe I should try sitting up? Yeah, maybe… maybe that'll make all the pain drain down from my skull.

I try to sit up from my sprawled position and immediately find the task impossible without the world looking like I'm staring straight into an active ghost portal.

Okay, sitting up equals bad idea.

I don't move for awhile and eventually the tilt-a-whirl slows down enough to see where I am. Buncha green. Lotsa purple. Like, holy cow that is a lot of green. Or, orange. A lot of stuff's starting to look orange.

Where is this again? The Spooky Place, the Haunt Plane, Shadow Realm, Specter Valley… Ah, who cares? Not like it matters. Man, my head really hurts.

I jump, yet another bad idea for moving 'cause it only makes me feel worse, when something thin, blurry, and blue (Red? Back to green again? Too many of the things in this place are green) steps in front of me, pointing a white and green (seriously, you can stop it now, place!) thing at me.

"Phantom, get up," the blurry thing, who I think is a girl says. 'Phantom'... why does that name ring a bell? Ooh, she means 'Danny Phantom'! Cool, where is he, he owes me five bucks and a can of sod-

Wait… I'm Danny Phantom… does that mean I owe myself five bucks? How would that work?

"Stop wasting my time, Phantom, get up!" the blurry lady says louder than she did last time, moving the white thing closer to my face. A whining sound comes from it, and immediately I wanna hug it; it just sounds so sad…

"Why's the white thingy crying…?" I ask the blurry lady, and then the white thingy stops crying right away. She must have talked to it about its feelings or something…

"Thanks… the white thingy… sounned real sad…" The world is getting really dark again, but that's okay.

Least I don't have to see all that green anymore.

(Already, it's clear that whatever happened hasn't exactly left Danny in the best state.

Most of this will be in Maddie's POV in third person because if I were to keep writing in Danny's POV, the story would stop making any coherent sense. Sometimes I'll write in his perspective as a sort of check-in, but for narrative flow, I shall stick to Maddie.

Disclaimer: I'm clearly not Butch Hartman. Just making that clear.