Danny Fenton woke up early that morning and stared at his ceiling, looking at the old glow in the dark stars he had once put up. He remembers back when he had wanted to become an astronaut but that was ripped away when he had changed from the portal. He sighed and got up, leaving his room to go to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and frowned when he saw how dark the bags under his eyes were. He was tired of everything, of hearing his parents talk of ghosts, of Jazz trying to figure him out, of hiding his secrets. He was even more tired from fighting ghosts for so long. He was just a child when he died but that didn't stop all the ghosts, no they continued to attack him. Even his parents attacked him. He turned away from the mirror, not able to stand looking at his dulled eyes any longer. He got ready for the day before leaving before anyone else woke up. He headed to school and bit the inside of his cheek before he walked inside, sighing when he was grabbed by Dash. It was so early and yet his bully didn't seem to mind as he slammed him against the wall near the door. Why did the boy who was a fan of Phantom always had to beat Fenton? He would never know, already regretting coming to school. After Dash took whatever anger he had out on the poor boy, he left with the rest of the group. Danny pulled his self up and stared at the slowly emptying hallway before he made his mind up. He wasn't going to just take this anymore. There had to be a way out. He turned and left the building, no one even realizing he was gone other than his two friends who just thought it was a ghost making him late. He changed into Phantom after making sure he was hidden well and floated up, thinking of how to permanently end his self. That night he decided to pay Vlad a visit. He had asked if there was a way to permanently end a ghost and for a once in a long time, he felt happy. He now knew how he could remove his self for good, he flew away from the mansion and the older halfa. He flew around a few hours before he found the deadly plant. He smiled and flew home, not minding how it had burned his hand when he picked the deadly flowers and how the smell they made from his bag burned to be around. He knew it wouldn't be long before he could be free. He laid in his room and spread the flowers out around him before taking a deep breath and eating some, barely holding back a cry of pain. He squeezed his eyes closed as his core and body reacted violently to the plant. Eventually he felt numb and slowly lost consciousness as he faded for good. He knew everyone would be better off without him so he allowed his self to drift into the peaceful void. He was long gone by the time his mother had found his body. He wouldn't know how she screamed and cried over his lifeless body. He wouldn't know how much pain she would be in from seeing her baby boy dead, how much pain it would bring his dad or his sister. How much it would hurt Sam and Tucker, or even the ghosts he had once known. Not to mention how it would weigh heavily on Vlad. The world would mourn him and so would the ghost zone.