Danny Phantom (Fanfiction)

Part 0

I found myself sinking further and further away from the surface.

The light was getting farther away as I was being dragged down further into the depths...

If I had to describe it I think it would be as if I was drowning.

Like a slow and painful death.

There was silence as I stared helplessly at the surface. Where I can still see the light as it was beginning to fade away.

I can't stop myself from reflecting on everything that got me to this point. All alone.

I wanted to believe that there was more to me, and that maybe I was special.

In Fact, I Longed for it. Which I guess I odd for someone like me, or perhaps it wasn't that strange.

but in the End...

Was it Hopeless from the start?

I don't understand.

I didn't understand.

But I guess...

it doesn't matter anymore.

...

I had knew the moment I came into existence that I had a purpose.

I couldn't place on what, but It was something.

Although, it was never clear about what that something was.

I don't have a solid persona, and I don't think I even have a name.

If anything, I am like any other ghost drifting within the ghost zone.

I was plainly generic. A slimy shapeless green blob of a ghost with crimson red eyes and a big jagged mouth.

I was practically nothing compared to some other ghosts I've encountered within the ghost zone.

Ghosts who came in a variety of shapes and sizes...

Certain ghosts harboring certain characteristics that made them eerily humanoid or ferociously beast-like... 

Or just plain terrifying.

Even their ghost powers and potential outclassed mine. I could never even entertain the idea of being powerful enough to have my own territory within the ghost zone.

This unique power or ability that they alone possess seems to correspond with their own personal identity.

I was told a theory as to why that is. That the only reason they are capable of looking like that is because they were once human.

I was fascinated, they were all so unique like they had their own individuality.

I soon discovered my jealousy of them.

It became obvious that compared to them, I wasn't anyone special, because there are countless other ghosts who look exactly like me. 

I was among what many would consider weak, generic, and forgettable.  The lowest on the food chain that even Skulker wouldn't find interest in or much less notice.

I am capable of going invisible, intangible, and I can fly. But so does every other ghost within the ghost zone, so that's nothing special.

Admittedly, whenever I see a unique ghost, I try to imagine what it must feel like. To feel confident in your abilities and know exactly who you are.

I don't think I had the pleasure of ever feeling that way.

If I had to describe what my very own pitiful existence had done for me...