A singularity was about to form in the Fenton’s basement. Clockwork was drawn there, intrigued by the absence of what might be. Each of his thirty mirrors, made from the cursed silver given to Judas, showed him hours of nothing. It was unusual. After millennia of predictability, Clockwork was understandably curious.
He stood there, just outside the realm of reality, watching as Danny Phantom floated down the stairs with his friends in tow. Clockwork shook his head at the sight of the boy. Once again, the ghost thought, leaning on his staff, the young Phantom will be involved in something I cannot foresee.
Then a smirk crossed his face. I should have guessed. He’s quite predictable in that fashion.
Danny was holding some sort of human device, showing his friends and giving a mangled explanation of what it was supposed to do.
Clockwork drifted forwards, hovering over the boy’s shoulder. To Clockwork’s gaze, the device seemed to glow with possibilities, each of them reaching into the rapidly encroaching blackness. This device… it will be the cause of the singularity. The ghost was tempted to snatch the thing from the boy’s hands. The future was too fragile a thing to be left up to chance.
It happened faster than Clockwork thought possible. The male friend’s hands gleamed like bright twin stars just before he grabbed the device. The device flared with an accidental button press, a blast of energy scooping up the young Phantom and sending him flying backwards - straight into Clockwork, who was just corporeal enough for the halfling to make contact. Both the time ghost and the halfling tumbled backwards through a badly-placed Fenton Ghost Catcher, side: merge.
Danny… Clockwork… Danwork?… Clockny?… pushed himself to his hands and knees on the other side of the Fenton Ghost Catcher. He sat up, brushing the hood off his head and blinking at the two humans (my friends?) through white bangs. The time staff was sitting next to him, now colored in a bland palate of black and white. Oh, he thought, this is not good.
“Danny?” Sam whispered, creeping up and holding out a hand. “What happened?”
“Exactly what was supposed to happen, I suppose,” Danny-Clockwork said with a sigh.