A/N: Err, so I kinda got sidetracked on writing this. Don't worry, I'm not dead (yet)!

Chapter 5: Encounter

Amtiy Park - Nasty Burger
December 3rd, 2010
11:59PM Pacific Standard Time

Danny's eye darted to the ground below, and with a second blue vapor leaving his mouth, he knew he must be close. Racing toward, he saw a figure being thrown being picked up and thrown against a wall.

"What in the hell?"

As he raced downward, he could make out Skuller sitting in a pile of trash, clearly knocked out. Surprised at the fact that someone could single-handly pickup, throw, and knock out him, Danny's eyes darted around looking for the source, landing on an outline standing against the wall of the Nasty Burger. Danny strained his eyes in an attempt to see better.

"Wow. Who are you?"

The figure moved slightly. Danny could just barely make out the large outline of the figure, when suddenly it clicked.

"Wait, your that ghost. The one in the lab!"

The nameless ghost opened its mouth, and in the same eerily familiar tone, responded to his exclamation.

"Stay away from this place, Danny."

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"Stay away from Amity Park, and me! Haven't you already done enough damage!"

"Who are you!"

"I am ..."

Instead of answering Danny's question, the ghost wound up its left arm and launched a blast of ectoplasm directly at our hero. Instinctually, he darted to one side, the pulse just barely missing him by inches. By time he had recovered and turned around, his would-be attacker was gone, and more questions rained on Danny's mind. He shot off into the sky looking for it, but after several hours of searching, the attempt prove to be fruitless.

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Fentonworks - Danny's Bedroom
December 4th, 2010
7:10AM Pacific Standard Time

"Ugh ... can't remember the last time I pulled an allnighter"

Danny was exhausted, confused, and quite alone. With his sister away at college, and his former friends here pushing him away, he wished that he had someone to talk to, at least to bounce ideas of. Admittedly, it wasn't the first time he was in this position; he felt like this when he first arrived in Washington D.C., but with the help of an old friend, he got over it.

'Wish I could call them, but the time difference ...'

Questions kept raining in Danny's mind. Who was this ghost? What did it want with him? Why was it so determined to keep him away? What happened while he was gone? It was driving him insane.

It was at that moment that Danny knew what he had to do: he had to find Sam and Tucker, and make them tell him everything. He wasn't quite sure how he was going to convince them, but he knew he's work out something.

"But first, let me get give minutes of sleep ..."

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End of chapter 5

A/N: Ok, another short one, I'm sorry. I kinda forgot about this fic, and I want to actually finish this one for a change. My writing style kinda poor when I started, but I took lessons, so hopefully it will get better. Please continue to note grammatical and spelling errors, and I will revise ASAP.