Hey, sorry for the long wait but here's the new version of The Next Phantom. I hope you enjoy this one. There's a more detailed plot compared to the last one so... yeah

Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman while Jason belongs to me.

Ok, you had just clicked on this story completely out of boredom, expecting to read something a little interesting, right? If you are, you picked the wrong one. You wouldn't want to listen to my life story and all that. I'll just bore you to death. I'm being serious. Go away. Scram. You aren't going to like this one bit.
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Some of you are still here, aren't you? Are you seriously crazy enough to stay on this very page? Well, I guess you are, considering that you're still reading this pointless argument.

Before I give you the deeper details, I have to start with the introduction. The name is Jason Kenneth Fenton but just call me by my first name or you'll be dead to me. My personality? Definitely something you wouldn't want to cross. Likes? Just the usual. Dislikes? Don't ask. Family? It's complicated. Who am I as a person? Well, that's where we begin. Way back from where I am now, I always hated that question. Whenever I had to answer that, it would go like, "Oh, I'm just the son of Mr. and Mrs. Fenton."

That was all you needed to know about me.

As a kid, I was only known for being related to the famous and intelligent Dr. Daniel Fenton of NASA. With him as my parent, I felt like I was hiding underneath his shadow. No, scratch that. They wanted me to be his shadow, a perfect carbon copy who has all his… everything. An example for this was when teachers had extremely high expectations from me whenever I go under their care. They would always expect me to come out of the school year with flying colors because I'm his son. When a year passes, you could say that they were rather disappointed with how things truly turned out. Schoolmates even eyed me like a hawk, wanting me to talk with them or at least a small smile just so they can tell their friends that the Fenton kid had noticed them. In the end, all I did was run as fast as possible, afraid to disappoint them with the real me.

For years, hatred towards expectations and living under my dad's good name grew with each incident that involved either of the two. One day, I decided that enough was enough and became a rebel, something that isn't my dad. When I placed my plan into action, many were really surprised with how I turned out. I stopped caring about making the grade, I learned how to glare back at people who are rude enough to stare at me, and I even talked back when I felt like it. As time flew by, I noticed that people were gradually ignoring me. I had to admit that I was a little giddy about it. I was beginning to get used to the new me that the shy and quiet Fenton kid disappeared. After a year of being a trouble maker, I was surprised I graduated middle school. Still, my parents received a notice regarding my performance and it made them worry. Too bad for them, I didn't care. I thought that this would be the rest of my life. I thought I would be the nothing like my father anymore. To tell you the truth, I was wrong.

It all started on the last week of summer. I remembered the weather being extremely hot despite the fact that autumn was just around the corner. Most of our things were packed into boxes, wrapped in plastic or simply left as it is. Mom's plants, on the other hand, were placed in special containers so that there was enough air for them to breath. Meanwhile, my dad was busy helping the movers carry the last of stuff into the truck as mom went through her checklist again; wanting to make sure that everything we needed was there. As they placed the furniture into the truck one by one, my sister simply watched them from within the car as her eyes emitted that small spark they usually carry. As I watched this, I rolled my eyes in annoyance and I tapped away on my videogame, not giving a damn with whatever's going on outside.

As you can tell, we were moving away from Florida and it was about a month ago when my family decided to move. The reason behind was that dad got assigned to be one of the major supervisors of Axion Lab's brand new space project. There were hopes that this very project would give NASA missions a little more edge and dad was chosen since he was one of the top captains of the association. The problem was that it would take a few years before the project would be complete and dad would be so busy that he won't be able to visit us at all. My dad refused to leave us so he suggested that we all move to his parents' place while both he and mom invested in a brand new house.

What really sucks about this idea was that I was the only one who disagreed. As much as I hated my old schoolmates, moving to a different place would mean dealing with different kinds of people. I got used to everyone's personality in Florida so why move? Plus, the only friend I can actually talk to lives here. His name is Blake and there wasn't any chance for him to move to Amity Park. He's a big pain in my butt but he still sticks with me even if I don't talk that much. Why he wanted to hang out with me instead of a whole bunch of people who were as outgoing as he was is completely beyond my understanding.

"Big brother, what are you doing?"

I looked to my right and noticed that my younger sister took a sudden interest in my game. I glared at her as I flicked the device off.

"It's none of your business Lilia and besides," I said as I tossed the game right into my backpack, "I'm not interested in playing it anymore."

"Why don't you let me play with it?" Lilia said with a pout. She was trying so hard to make it look cute but it was too bad that it didn't work on me.

"Because, Lilia, it's for big boys," I said as a smirk formed across my face, "and you're still a little girl. Why would you want to play a game that's too violent for you? Do you want the monsters in this game to eat you for dessert?"

Lilia crossed her arms as she stuck her tongue out at me, which I did back.

"You're a meanie!"

"And you're a brat so that makes us even."

After that little show, there was complete and utter silence in the car. A few more seconds passed by before I became bored again. This time, I brought out my sketch book and began making doodles of the characters in the game I just played. Another few seconds passed by until I caught my sister's attention again.

"Can you draw a baby pony for me?"

"LILIA!"

"Kids, we're almost leaving. Your daddy's just securing the rest of the stuff and then off we go."

My sister and I looked up from our squabble to see our mom fastening her seat belt, looking at us with a smile on her face. If there was anything that mom could do, she could stop a fight before it can even starts.

Before I forget, my mom's full name is Samantha Elizabeth Fenton and she's probably one of the few people I actually respect. She's rather strict about the rules but whenever she becomes a comforting mother, she has this weird calming effect on me every time. Her long hair was usually tied up into a neat ponytail and she loved wearing that lavender sweater my dad gave her two Christmas's ago. She was now wearing a smart looking pair of black pants with black high heels to match. She was a little tanned because she works as an environmentalist and therefore works underneath the sun from dusk 'til dawn. The one feature that she and I probably shared is our eyes. Even if she's a shade lighter than mines, I still inherited it from her.

So anyways, Lilia began to look at her as if our fight never existed and set her angel mode on high gear. She then said in the most sickening sugary voice, "Ok, mommy. I can't wait to leave for Ah-mi-tee."

God, I hate it when she does that.

Mom laughed as she looked at me with one eyebrow raised. "I hope you're taking care of your sister," she said with a wink as she ruffled my hair. As soon as she let go, I tried to get my hair back to its original look. As much as I loved mom, she still treats me like a child. It's hard to believe it when dad keeps on talking about her gothic phase.

Speaking of dad, I looked outside once more and noticed him walking towards the car. I frowned when I realized we were about to leave the place. The car door opened and in came the man I tried so hard not to be.

Like what I said earlier, I really didn't enjoy being his son. It's not that I hate him or anything but it's just becomes a real pain when people pester me on how I'm not as smart as he was or when they try to make me into him. You know the high expectations and all that, right? I don't want to be him because I'm not him. Besides, he's an extremely hard working man who dedicates his blood, sweat and tears to his job—including his family─ and it caused many people look up to him while I'm just...

You be the judge of who I am.

I just wish that people would stop comparing me to him, though. I know I'm the son but nobody really wanted to know me better. All they want to do is ask me about him. Never me.

"Things are a go!"

I snapped out of my trance as I noticed the rumble of the engine. My dad grinned at us before he looked onto the road ahead of him.

"Kids, it'd be better if you get some shut eye for now. It's going to be a long ride from here."

Slowly, I felt the car moving forward. I silently looked behind my back and watched our old house disappear into the distance. I sighed heavily as I looked at my little sister's face. She had a worried expression etched all over it suddenly. I couldn't blame her. She was feeling the same thing I was. I leaned my head against the window and watched as the many familiar places passed us by. We would probably never see them for the time being. A few more minutes later, we finally exited the state and there was no going back. I slumped against my chair, ignoring the stuff that was outside. I had no idea why but I had this horrible sinking feeling right at my chest. I wished it was just something temporary.

Suddenly, I felt something warm and heavy on my lap, only to find out that my sister had dozed off. I know this may sound weird but, just this once; I let my sis rest just there. I couldn't help but empathize with her. Soon enough, I felt myself being pulled into slumber as well.

Like my dad said, it was going to be a long trip.