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His name was Danny Fenton.
He used to be a hero to both Earth and The Ghost Zone. Whether they wanted him or not, they needed him. A living boy with ghostly power. He was the bridge they needed.
He was a young, naive thing who always tried to be the good guy, despite what costs it might have on himself. He even reconciled with his once enemy, causing a friendship that would last him till the end. He was undoubtedly good, fixing his mistakes and making an ideal life for himself and those around him.
Everything the boy could have ever wanted was happening, and it was perfect. Until the perfect world he wanted was ripped from him by a cruel twist in fate.
Danny had found out the hard way that accepting was sometimes harder than admitting. Though it wasn't like he remembered any of this.
His name is Phantom.
Or that was what his mentor, Clockwork, has told him his name was.
Phantom had been formed five years ago at this strange gathering held in the Ghost Zone at a frozen place that made his core sing with a connection he couldn't remember.
All he could remember was being upset for making people worry and cry. He wanted to hug every single last one of them, apologizing over and over hoping they would forgive him. He had no idea why though because they weren't there for him and he didn't know a single one of them. But even still, his first emotion he felt was guilt and misery. Doesn't make for an excellent first experience with anything.
The only being Phantom had, and trusted, was Clockwork. He was there from the beginning, trying to help the young boy along in the afterlife. He had become a guardian to the small ghost who had no idea what to make of these conflicting emotions he always had and the strange new world he found himself placed in the middle of.
This is the story of a young ghost boy with his own special abilities, unique to even the Ghost Zone.