I couldn't help it. I'm so excited! :D

There actually aren't many Nicktoons in this chapter, but this is just the prologue - you'll see 'em soon.

Prologue

Well, I guess this is my story.

I'm just an average teenager. I wake up, I go to school, I get pushed around by the A-List and I get solid C-minuses. Then I go out and stop ghosts from terrorising my town with my ghost powers and hang out with a boy genius, a sponge and a kid with fairy programs.

...okay, maybe I'm not that average.

That doesn't really matter anymore. Today I face my destiny.

Destiny isn't set in stone, it's shaped by our decisions, and the decisions of the people around us. For better or worse. I wouldn't be standing here if I hadn't decided to step into the Fenton Portal. None of this would have happened if the Man in the White Suit had been a little more helpful. And who knows what would've happened if my parents had decided to have normal jobs rather than ghost hunters?

In the end, when all these decisions and actions ran their course...this is where we ended up. This is my destiny.

My name is Danny Fenton...and I don't think I'm coming back from this one.

Bavaria, April 1945

"Bombers are clear, sir."

"Alright, Sergeant Edwards, it's time."

Lieutenant Bailey pointed to the duo of jeeps pulled up by the alpine road. His men leapt into them, ready to move out.

Okay, maybe we need some background. Let's start at the beginning.

"Eyes on the road and keep sharp," ordered Bailey as the jeeps began to move, "Command isn't expecting any resistance here but that doesn't mean you can go to sleep on me."

That guy? Lieutenant Lionel Bailey. He's an officer in the British Army, back during World War Two. A year ago, he and his men got trapped in the realm of the 'Man in the White Suit', a demonic entity who managed to take over the world for a few days a while back.

The jeeps roared down the hill, heading towards a destroyed base in a valley.

Now he's in command of a top-secret unit of Allied commandos – Americans, Brits, Canadians, French – tasked with finding any and all information on the Man in the White Suit and his plans.

The lead jeep rolled right through the front gate and pulled over, the second pulling up next to it. The commandos aboard jumped out, spreading out and looking for any signs of trouble.

"Clear!" one yelled.

"So far so good," nodded Bailey, "Dawson, Marlowe, cover the jeeps. The rest of you, on me."

"Wilco!"

You see, the Man in the White Suit was trying to pre-empt someone called 'the Warlord'. Since nobody wants to tangle with somebody who literally has 'war' in his name, Allied command wanted to be prepared for when he turned up.

Edwards forced a bunker door open, raising his weapon at two hapless guards inside.

"Hande hock!" he shouted in broken German, "Schnell!"

The two guards dropped their weapons and threw their arms up.

By this time, the German Army had mostly given up, so the main problem wasn't fighting their way to the information they wanted...

The commandos pushed through the bunker, ignoring the staff as they headed for the command room.

...it was getting it in time.

Bailey and Edwards forced their way into the central command room of the bunker.

An officer was standing in the middle of the room, holding up a file in one hand and a lighter in the other.

"Deutschland ist Hi-ow!"

Edwards had thrown his ration tin at him, knocking him to the floor.

Bailey stared at the sergeant.

"...worked, didn't it?" shrugged Edwards.

"Guess so," replied Bailey, crossing his arms.

About two hours later, a company of American soldiers had arrived at the base and were rifling through the bunker for anything that might be useful. Bailey and his commandos were standing casually next to their jeeps, the officer tied to a nearby pole.

"Tommy mongrel," the officer was muttering, "Don't you know that this is no way to treat an officer?"

Bailey rolled his eyes.

Just then, a olive US Army sedan pulled up in front of them. The driver jumped out, ran around the car and opened the door for its occupant.

The man was short, slightly balding and bespectacled, clad in a drab grey three-piece suit. He looked every bit the pencil-pusher, but the look in his eyes betrayed a sharp mind. He strode purposefully towards Bailey and offered his hand.

"Argus Fletcher, OSS," he introduced, "I'm here on behalf of Colonel Chester Phillips and the Strategic Scientific Reserve."

"He couldn't come himself, sir?" quizzed Bailey, shaking the agent's hand.

"No, he's leading an assault on a HYDRA base," replied Argus, "In any case, did you find anything interesting?"

"Our friend here," replied Bailey, pointing to the officer, "Is one Hauptsturmführer Schrader. Back in '43, he was the German Government's liaison to an individual called 'Der Mann im Weißen Anzug.'"

"The Man in the White Suit," nodded Argus, "Why did he leave them."

"The schweinhund," Schrader barked pompously, "Failed to produce anything that could help the Reich attain total victory. The Führer was not a patient man – so we turned to Der Kriegsherr."

"You dealt with the Warlord?" spluttered Argus.

"We attempted to," replied Schrader, "We tried to accelerate his arrival by making a portal into the Ghost Zone. We nearly had it – then the Man in the White Suit found out. He destroyed our equipment – months of hard work, ruined! – and by the time we had regained even a fraction of our progress, your General Patton was crossing the Rhine."

"You poor man," Edwards muttered in mock sympathy.

"They did make a few interesting notes," added Bailey, "Corporal Marlowe, give him the file."

"Oui mousier."

A French commando handed Argus the file.

"Some of it might be hard to read," warned Bailey, "Some bright spark decided to coat it in lighter fluid in an attempt to burn it..."

He glared at Schrader for a second.

"...but they've studied prophecies, ancient runes and word of mouth from the Man in the White Suit," finished Bailey, "Turns out his arrival is directly tied to the existence of man-made ghost portals."

"How so?" asked Argus, flipping through the file.

"They act as beacons to him, like radar," said Bailey, "If you open too many, or build one on a place with a lot of dormant ectoplasmic energy, he takes it as his cue to attack. After that, it's only a matter of months before he gathers his forces and comes through to our world."

"There's a map of the United States here," Argus pointed out, "What's this thing they've circled?"

"It's the highest concentration of dormant ectoplasmic energy in the world," replied Bailey, "The city of Amity Park, Illinois..."

And, sixty-nine years later, that's where I came in...

AN: As you might be able to tell by the cameo by Bailey and Edwards, I'm trying to bring back as many characters as I can for the finale.