Oh. Hey. I'm doing a little better. Enjoy something-hopefully- better written than last chapter.

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"Like this?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"...No."

"Come on"

A flash of light.

Glove clad hands throw themselves in the air in frustration as the now ghostly teen floated above his lair's bed. Flipping back with a huff, his body still floated, silvery hair brushing the sheets.

"This is so hard." He groaned, staring up at the wobbling blueish ceiling that was his room. Did that look like an octopus? Maybe a vine monster.

"It takes time, and you are a very rare type of breed that is hardly known about." Danny frowned. Of course he was rare. What else was new? Was there a ghost hunter who knew what he was, willing to-I dunno, put him on a pedestal for all the world to see? He shivered at the idea, pushing it away so he could better focus. The room was warping at his every thought. Moving forward, he attempted to sit up, only to spin forward again. Gravity suddenly decided to work and he flopped on his head on the bed. (Oo a rhyme!)

With a grumble he flip/rolled forward until he was facing Clockwork once again.

"I know, I know, but…" when could he actually do something more than this? It had already been several weeks and all they've ever done was transformation. Granted, he could barely do that but a teenager could only handle so much-!

A soft sigh and Clockwork sat on the bed. A bed made from Danny's mind. Let's not forget the thought of the fact that this whole place was made from him. (It was still odd to hear the information of what was going on in the..uh lair.-He could tell when someone passed by outside his door, could feel every movement of Clockwork, information that was very jarring considering he saw what the ghost did as well.-Like an out of body experience.)

Clockwork, for looking quite solid, barely made an indent in the bedsheets, ghostly tail curling around the bedpost. The purple cloak that they seemed to always keep on themself, flared up before settling neatly over top the sheets. Show off.

"Perhaps we shall take a break?" He said, tilting his head questionably. And Danny was up, nodding his head as much as it would allow. The teenager was already moving off the bed.

"Yes please." The ghost chuckled before moving to gesture to the door to outside.

"How about a short tour of the area?" Clockwork hadn't let him explore much of this world beyond the area surrounding Clockworks own lair, Long End, and his own Door. A bit boring but with unknown territory and-probably-hostile neighbors he didn't think to explore beyond the boundaries asked of him.

A tour? Instantly he stood up, excitement in the teenagers eyes.

"Yes please!" He repeated, a lot more enthusiasm than before, colouring his tone. Clockwork smiled.

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The air in this...dimension would be described-as his parents once said- heavy. Thick, and yet there was a chill to it that had them thinking someone was constantly watching them. It had set them on edge, had weapons whirring to life. It was also why his parents had barely entered this world despite being the ones who had made the portal in the first place.

To Danny, it was like a breath of fresh air, like that one time he had wandered into the forest at night as a kid. He had been alone, having run off and gotten lost. Soft scratches and bruises on his arms and face his trek-and trip-showing on his skin. Dried tears trailed down through the dirt on his face wide eyes looking to the night. The sky was clear and the air light. Little Danny had looked to the stars in awe, the bright lights of beauty with a bright moon looking over the world. It was beautiful and fresh and it made him feel free and safe, despite his current predicament. It was also one of the reasons of why he loved astrology.

And now, he had another thing to like. As a...a ghost at least. (He was getting better with that thought, that he was like Schrödinger's cat but that it was also perfectly fine...as much as being half dead was "fine".)

Seeing the vast expanse that was Evermore's world, an endless green, swirly, organized chaos cemented his happiness here. Maybe it was because he partially belonged here as well.

A gloved hand guided them around-he wasn't used to flying quite yet-softly explaining whatever he asked, from the moving blobs, "little ones not yet formed or never will be. The will and spirit of creatures from your world."- to other doors -"That is the box ghost, as he calls himself. A rather enthusiastic man but generally nice."

It was...nice to hear and to learn. Unlike his English teacher, this was actually fun to learn. Clockworks words seeming to capture his attention, a story in sound mixed with the teachings of Evermore's gears. He had nothing against his human teachers, that was just how the system worked...just not with him. (His sister had mentioned it once or twice, something like Ads HD. He wasn't paying much attention at the time, too engrossed in trying to trudge his way through the confusing homework.)

His thoughts were so engrossed that he almost didn't hear another ghost calling out CW's name.

"Clockwork." Danny's head snapped up eyes finding the voice it belonged to. A green...minion wearing what seemed to be really fancy clothing from 50 centuries ago floated before them. It didn't seem to have any mouth though it was easy to tell it wasn't happy. Next to the halfa Clockwork sighed, hand moving from Danny's shoulder to pinch his nose, an 80 year old shifting to that of 9.

"What is it that the Observants are in need of?" The time ghosts voice seemed to sound impossibly flat. Polite, but borderline implying that he did not want to see these...Observants? Danny reached out, grabbing Clockworks cloak before he could float away, his anchor gone.

The poor rendition of Mike Wazowski huffed, clearly understanding the underlying tones. It's one eye flickered to Danny (currently, he was quietly flailing, keeping himself from flipping upside down.) squinting in suspicion at the mark under his eye. They were too far away to notice and by then the Ancient of Time had moved to distract. An eyebrow and an even flatter look greeted the singular Observant breaking whatever thought that had almost formed.

"We are here to remind you of the meetings. You have missed one and the others are not happy of your absence." Clockwork hummed, staff materializing in his hand. He tapped at the clock floating within the staffs curve the quiet 'tink tink' causing the Observant to twitch.

"It seems I have. Surely, even you with your linear sight may know what the reason could be?" The other ghost hesitated, a clawed hand raised as if to say so on some thing Danny didn't know. The silence was...heavy. The Observant frowned giving another huff. A minute of silence passed where Clockwork gave his most passive aggressive look and the green blob with an eye (figuratively) sweated it's eye glancing to try and get a better look at the halfa. It didn't take long before the equivalent of a certain Pokémon at its weakest (He couldn't remember it's name, Zyggy or something?) gave a hurried bow before flying off.

"That...was odd." Danny had failed in not flipping upside down twisting Clockworks cloak with him. He used his free hand to scratch at his cheek, the feeling of where the mark was leaving a tingle whenever Evermore was nearby. A soft tinkling chime confirmed it.

"You know them?" The ghost sighed, trivial in the action considering his nature, but was one they enjoyed doing.

"They are my...employers, so to speak." The word was sharp on his tongue, distaste in every sense in that singularity. Silence.

"...ookaay?" The full-ghost gave a strained smile.

"I will tell you about them in due time. My advice, however is to keep away from them as much as possible." Confused but wary green eyes stared back at Clockwork, but nodded anyways. The Time ghost smiled, a lot more softer.

"Let us head back, it's about time for you to head home." Danny nodded, Clockwork was already helping him flip over so they could fly back to the Fenton Portal (and surprisingly, it was awfully close to where his own lair was. His door sat right behind it.) The soft symphony of a living world followed the pair until Danny changed back with a flash of light. The now human being, stumbled out on the other side, not followed by his assigned mentor. The music had cut off, Danny's contact with the source no longer within reach. In due time it would expand, near invisible in the air of Terra's land. And then she would be able to watch over what was hers much more easily.

Danny shook his head, the thought floating away as quickly as it came. Odd.

"Danny?" His head whipped up, eyes wide to stare at the pair before him. They were standing at the bottom of the stairs, green and violet eyes respectively, staring at him.

Oh no. He laughed nervously, a hand coming to rub the back of his head.

"Hey Tucker, Sam. Wha…" He stuttered, mind frantically trying to calm down. Poop. "Whatcha doing here?"