Hey everyone! No... your not hallucinating, this is another story entitled Escape from Fear Island. let me answer a few questions before you ask them. 1. Why is there another one? Ok, well let me tell ya. I was looking over this the other day, and realized how bad the first one came out: good ideas; bad writing skills. But cut me a break! it was summer vacation for crying out loud, we're not supposed to be thinking about grammar. So this will be another version, edited, revised and hopefully a bit better.

Second, What's going ot happen to the old one? Well, I'll keep it up for now, until I finish uploading every new chapter, then I'll delete it.

Third, Why read this? Because it rocks! No, I'm just kidding :P For those of you who've read the first version, I've added a bunch of little things to help the story flow more, and to make this annoucement: THERE IS A SEQUEL TO THIS! As soon as I finish this one, I'll put up a sneak peek as a thank you to those of you who were interested enough to read this. I'm telling you now, the sequel will be better than this, and hopefully I might have more inspiration.

Before you start reading (and you're all probably screaming "WHY ARE YOU TAKING SO LONG?") Here's a small summary of the story:

Ever since Danny, faced his future self, he's been doubting himself and has been afraid of anything to do with the fuure that should've happened. Clockwork knows this and enlists the help of Fear to help him get over his fears. Unfortunately for Danny, Fear is power crazy and would do anything to trap Danny on Fear Island to gain ultimate power. Can Sam and Tucker help Dany realize that he isn't to blame or will his biggest fear become his biggest weakness...

In the vast green space know to some humans as the Ghost Zone, there is a remote part that is inhabited by a castle. Said castle has lots of clocks and gears, each giving the steady rhythm of the seconds going by. In the middle of the castle, in front of a large orb like screen, floated 2 ghosts. One was Clockwork, the master of time. The other wore a black robe that covered his entire body. The only part that was revealed was its hands; thin bony hands. Both watched as a teen about the age of 14 thrashed in his bed, screaming out in emotional pain.

"No, no! Leave them alone!" He cried out.

Clockwork sighed as he watched the boy that he is obligated to protect, fall victim to another one of his nightmares. Danny had been getting his constant nightmares every since that fateful incident.

"He is afraid," Clockwork stated in his eerily calm voice. He then turned to the other ghost, "You must help him get over his fear; or else it will become one of his weaknesses."

"It already is Clockwork; it already is," The ghost said in a cold voice, a voice that would've run chills through anyone's spine. However, Clockwork was used to it. "I will help him; however, it will not be pretty sight."

"I know," Clockwork said, sighing.

The ghost disappeared and left Clockwork alone in his lair. He turned and looked back at the screen, scanning the time stream before saying "Everything is as it should be."

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A frantic boy ran on the sidewalk, determined to get where was going in a hurry; His raven black hair blowing in the wind and his bag dropping as he ran. Young Danny Fenton glanced down at his watch then increased his speed.

Why didn't I put his alarm clock volume up loud, I knew I was gonna oversleep, especially after the night I had, he thought to himself.

He ran at a fixed pace until he reached a street with an important looking building at the head of it; the local high school. He started to slow down and looked around.

Where are Sam and Tucker? he thought to himself.

As if they heard his thoughts, two teens walked up to him; one a girl that had certain taste of clothing, the other with a red cap and a PDA in hand.

"Danny, where were you? We waited over a half-hour!" The girl said, almost shouting and annoyed.

"Yeah Danny, Sam's right. If we want a grade on this project, you gotta start pitching in!" The boy, also looking annoyed.

"Guys...I'm sorry," Danny said, panting. "After fighting all those ghost last night and not getting in till one last night I was really tired" And not to mention the nightmare he thought, before he shivered.

The look of anger and annoyance on Tucker and Sam's face faded and replaced with compassion and understanding. Their friend had his own problems plus high school to deal with; not a good combo.

"It's okay Danny. We'll just work on it tonight at my house." Sam said sympathetically. She then looked at Danny and added "Unless you have 'other' reasons to not come." She smiled sarcastically at Tucker, who returned the smile.

"I'm coming for sure," Danny said in a final tone. He dropped his bag on the ground in front of them and pulled out a thermos and something that looked like lipsticks; the Fenton utility weapon. Then he shoved the thermos back into his bag. He gave Sam and Tucker each of them one of the lipsticks and told them

"I think you guys better hold on to these. Recently there's been a lot of ghost activity and I would feel better if you guys had something to protect yourselves with. Just in case." It wasn't the real reason for giving it to them, but he felt like something wasn't right.

Sam and Tucker looked at him then at each other. They took the weapons and stuck it into their bags. Danny smiled. Thoughts of "This wasn't like Danny to be so over prepared" ran through their minds, but they shrugged it off. The warning bell sounded and the three friends walked into the school, dreading the piles of homework they knew they were going to get at the end of the day.

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The last bell sounded and the hungry students of Casper High burst into to the halls; all heading to the same place: the cafeteria. Danny walked into the crowded hall, but turned to go the other way. His destination was a locker near the front doors. He opened it and took out his bag and a small black book with a tattered cover. He then walked out the doors, into the hot midday sun that was blaring down with full force.

It may be the start of May, but feels like the middle of July Danny thought as he shielded his eyes with the black book. He looked around at the outdoor picnic tables and trees, debating where to sit. He settled for a big Oak tree away from the school. It looked like it was forgotten with the picnic tables underneath almost every tree except for this one.

He sat on the grass and took out a pen from his bag. Danny looked at the black journal as if it was his best friend. It was where he kept his thoughts about his life, his ghost fighting life. In this book, his whole life was basically in there… well his life for the past few months. He turned to an empty page and put the pen to his mouth, pondering what to write.

Maybe I should check when last I updated this he thought. Danny turned back a page and saw it was dated about a couple months ago. The last entry was about the ghost invasion and the ghost king.

A chill ran through Danny. There have been a lot more serious things that happened since. One, especially, that he could never keep his mind off of. He fought with something that he is-no was going to turn into. He stopped his future from being corrupted by evil.

He was supposed to cheat on his CAT's causing his loved ones (and Mr. Lancer) to die, but he stopped this from happening. However, it wasn't until it was almost too late. He still couldn't believe what his future self did, destroying most of the world except for Amity Park. The only light on the situation that had taken place was that he developed a new power: the Ghostly Wail. As far as he knew, a handful of people knew about this attack, most from the future or in are in the Ghost Zone; not even Sam or Tucker knew.

"Boo!" said a loud voice from behind him. Danny jumped up, jerked out of his thoughts. He automatically went into a fighting stance and his eyes flashed from a light blue to neon green. He saw that it was Tucker and calmed down a bit, eyes growing back to normal while watching his friend laugh himself to the ground.

"TUCKER!" Danny yelled. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" He was pretty annoyed with his friend for spooking him like that; he had been a bit jumpy lately.

"Come on Danny, it was funny!" Tucker smiled at his friend. "You should have seen your face! It was like you've seen a-"

"Ghost?" Sam said, walking up behind Tucker smugly. "If you haven't forgotten, Danny fights ghosts. Which means if you scared him enough, he was going to blast you into a pile of dust" She told him amused.

"Sor-ry. It was only a joke" Tucker said sarcastically, yet there was an apologetic tone to his voice.

"It's fine. I just... over reacted," Danny said regaining the thoughts he had lost with the practical joke. He sat back down and shoved his journal back into to his bag. I'll update it later he thought to himself. Sam sat next to him.

He looked at them, then brought his gaze to the ground. He had never told Sam and Tucker what really happened when he fought his future self; He didn't like to talk about it. It was better they didn't know. It was because of him that they almost died, if it wasn't for Clockwork...

"Danny...are you okay?" Sam asked, bringing Danny out of his thoughts yet again. "You didn't get any lunch."

"I'm not very hungry," Danny said. His voice, they noticed, was like it was somewhere else, somewhere that didn't sound very happy.

"Dude you don't look to good. You looked like someone died," Tucker told him.

Danny looked at them and forced a smile. "I was thinking... about the homework we've already gotten," He lied and it must've looked like he meant it because they stopped asking him what was wrong. He sighed quietly and leaned against the tree, embracing the shade that it brought.

He closed his eyes and an image came to mind. It was a barren island with hardly any trees but lots of rocks. There was an area of sand and dirt; like a desert. Then a cold laugh rang through his hears, sending shivers down his spine. It was the same place he was dreaming about for the past couple of nights, not to mention his laugh. He didn't know why he dreamt about it but he did. It had a very haunting feeling about it and Danny didn't know-and didn't want to know- why.

Danny opened his eyes and looked at Sam and Tucker, smiling a small smile that apparently he was the only one who took notice.

This island doesn't exist he said sternly to himself. It was only a dream.

He was taken from his thoughts yet again, this time by Sam who started to talk about the project they were doing for Lancer. They talked about their plans for that evening, however Danny's mind wandered elsewhere. He felt like something was going to go wrong today, and he couldn't get this feeling out of him. He shivered at the thought but Sam and Tucker took no notice.

The bell rang shortly after and they got up reluctantly, dreading the classes they had but glad the day was half over.

So that's the first chapter. Please review for me? I'll give you cookies, or other pastries if you want them. I like reviews! Drop a note, it doesn't really matter to me, I even accept flames, I can make smores :D

My update times will probably be every weekday, but I'm not sure yet (If any of you read Witching for Ghosts (and for those who don't check it out, it's good) you know why)

I'll update soon, please review for me? Please?