When I woke up, I was pretty sure I would be having those end credits, where it goes, 'and then he dies. The end.'

But instead of being in the Underworld permanently, my eyes were adjusting to the green light of an unknown place, and with my vision widening, I saw it was because the whole placed was bathed with green... ectoplasm, and throughout, there were floating islands with different buildings or jungles around.

Soon enough, I also realised I was floating while being carried by ghostly arms. When I looked up, I saw that it was Dracula carrying me.

"And I hope that you would have woken up  after we put you in prison," Dracula said.

"And I thought that I would already be dead," I scoffed.

"Did you really think we would be stupid enough to actually kill a son of Hades that would make Hades himself aware of our actions? That would be a game over for all the ghosts if that ever happened," Dracula said.

"Says the person who said he would get rid of me," I said.

"Well, get rid of you, yes. Putting you in our prison where you can't do a thing while the whole revolution goes underway is getting rid of you. And no one else would even know or can stop us with you out of the way," Dracula said.

Yeah, so not only did I underestimate that horde of ghosts sneak attack, I misinterpreted the fact that they were not going to kill me, but imprison me.

Yeah, what a situation I have now.

"So why did Octavian said he would assassinate me? And you too, actually?" I asked.

"Octavian...? Oh, you mean the first one sent after you. And did he really say that? Well, he must have wanted to kill you personally. No skin off my back. As for me, I never said I was going to assassinate you, did I?"

"But-" I started but when I put more thought on it, I realised Dracula was right. I seriously misinterpreted my own situation, and this misinterpretation might cost me. After all, what are the chances of my friends and boyfriend actually coming here to rescue me when I could be dead for all they know?

... Well, actually, Will probably wouldn't want to give up hope. Cecil and Lou Ellen would definitely help him. Danny Phantom might come along as the ghost hero the more accepting citizens (Sam, Tucker, Jasmine and Danny Fenton) make him out to be.

But this place... the unknown Ghost Zone, it was incredibly unlikely that the gang would think that I was brought here to be imprisoned even with Danny in tow. And this place was vast, as well as a place one would be easily lost for just in the sea of green save for floating islands here and there, too common to pinpoint any locations save for some islands that give out too unique vibes that could help understand my own surroundings.

But the main problem is that the place is really too large to understand my surroundings nonetheless and being knocked out for some time obviously doesn't help. I should start talking to Dracula here and get the details of what's to be done since I was captured like this.

"Where are you bringing me?" I asked.

"Didn't I say so already? To prison. Don't worry, the warden would take good care of you. And you really shouldn't be awake until you reached there, or else you would have funny ideas or start asking more competent questions. Better to put you back to sleep," Dracula mused.

"By singing me a lullaby?" I snarked, trying to shadow travel outta here but-

"Wha- I can't...?" I murmured to myself but it seemed that Dracula caught it and smirked.

"Trying to escape like how you usually would done? Shadow travel, is that what Hades children call it? Too bad you couldn't do it in a place like this. There is no escape, so have a nice sleep while I send you to your permanent residence. And I'm not singing you a lullaby. I prefer a more effective method to put someone to sleep," Dracula said.

And before I could even ask anything, about how Dracula even knew about my shadow travel or why in this place I can't even use it even if I won't even have an answer or even how Dracula would put me to sleep, I felt a shockwave throughout my body making me black out and at least answering my last question.

There was too much going on that I never knew in the first place. Too much happening behind the scenes that I can't even see it's beginning. Too much against me when I don't even know where I am in this vast unknown that is the Ghost Zone and with my powers not even working for me.

Why... is all I thought within this flurry of thoughts that drifted through my subconscious when my own consciousness faded.

But even with too much, it was still too early for me. And in the end at this stage, no answers could come as I finally blacked out.

***

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"... and executioner, Walker. Nothing..."

...

"Better be right. He..."

...

"... and then..."

...

"... what we..."

..-

I faintly heard voices in endless darkness, my mind trying to keep up with what I have been doing until now. When I remembered being kidnapped and 'escorted' to prison, it took everything in me to now remain still when my instincts would have jolted me upright or at least to a seating position with my eyes wide open and no doubt alerting the at least two people who were discussing in front of the 'unconscious' prisoner.

In subduing that particular instinct, I was now able to hear the ongoing discussion where it would most definitely have stopped if they noticed I woke up and gather valuable information I never could have otherwise.

Straining my ears to hear better, I was able to pick up the voices better and more coherently as they have gone on from there still ongoing discussion.

"... think better if we just could kill him and be done with him. After all, he has too much influence and power over our kind. I don't like it."

The voice was unfamiliar but the next one was.

"I know him being the Ghost King puts our kind in a disadvantage against him. But remember that he's still captured, and this time we can lord over him. Not to say we could use his powers for our own benefit, if he complies. And you would know how to make others bend to your will, I suppose?"

That was Dracula, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Just capturing me wasn't enough, huh? 

"Yes, torturing is one of my favorite parts of the job. And I have many methods to persuade a person, but I still don't feel comfortable leaving this one alive. If only I could execute him... my real favorite part of the job."

"You know we can't do that. We all know the consequences and you wouldn't want everyone to face those consequences before we even rule both the Underworld and the Overworld. Instead, this is much better. After all, if you manage to break the Ghost King, he would find many uses for the boy."

"Yes, I understand. After all, he can really do a lot of things, even rallying us for this revolution of his, not that anyone was opposed to it in the first place. Because it's too long that us ghosts have not lived. As the French say it, viva la Revolution!"

"Viva la Revolution, indeed. Good luck."

"Thank you, because it's just an added boost to what I'm about to do."

And then there was a swoosh, to tapping with the unfamiliar voice raising about half an octave higher, calling out:

"Inmate! Wake up inmate! Wake up!"

By then, I decided to pretend to rouse from my unconsciousness, blinking my eyes slowly as if registering the loud voice before my senses supposedly registered everything in a flash which leads me sitting straight up as I continue blinking my eyes to adjust the light coming through and gain my bearings, as well as theorizing everything that happened throughout the conversation the unknown ghost and Dracula had.

The Ghost Revolution, all ghosts in it, all ghosts knowing. My status as the Ghost King, Hades, the Underworld, demigods... everything. They knew everything. I... knew nothing. That was... worrying, indeed.

My eyes met those of a white man with green eyes wearing a white suit the same color as his skin and a black fedora, glaring at me with a feral grin saying he was going to enjoy what he's about to do, planting a sadistic personality for the guy in my mind. I can sense his death, chalking up another sign for how obviously a ghost this person was. 

A ghost obviously because no human, except those who have ghost powers with their goals somehow aligning for some reason or other apparently, would be involved with this revolution for the purpose that ghosts themselves rule over the living.

Or is there all there is to it in this Revolution? After all, this elusive 'him' whoever that was might have some other agenda in mind for all I know. It frustrated me I still couldn't get a name outta them even when they didn't know I was listening in. One day, I guess... one day, when I get outta here.

But that felt nigh impossible for now, as I've been caged in, by impenetrable brick walls, on all three sides with the last one side being smooth clear glass, separating me and the ghost which was why the latter called out to me to wake up instead of like, kicking me or something.

But that puts to question of how the ghost could come in and-

Then, the ghost stepped through the glass as if it was nothing. In other words, he phased through it.

... Never mind, I should just consider myself lucky that the ghost didn't even bother to kick my head to wake me up when he can come and go as he pleased. But...

"Wouldn't ghosts be able to easily escape if they can just phase through just like that?" I asked, because first and foremost, even if it has zero anything to do with my escape, I just find it incredibly redundant for a prison meant for ghosts to have such a breach if any ghost inmates could just phase in and out as they please. Call it curiosity.

The ghost didn't seem to like my question, pursing his lips as he pulled me up by the shirt so we could be eye level to each other.

"Course not, punk," the ghost said, "This glass is made specially for you, because you see there's no doors right? Well, that's to say you have no escape here at all but we ghosts need to come and go as we please to put you in your place when you are out of line or when we need something out of you. No other inmate has these special circumstances but you, punk. That's all there is to it. Otherwise the other inmates have less accommodating cells which of course they can't escape as long as I'm on the watch."

"Am I supposed to say thank you, or well done for thinking something like this? Because I rather not," I snarked, trying to get the ghost's grip loosen so he can put me down, feeling uncomfortable being lifted up like this of course.

The ghost noticed this and threw me down forcefully towards hard ground as he decided to look down on me instead, looking superior.

"You've got quite a tongue, punk. Maybe because you are the superior Ghost King," the ghost said, disdain dripping at my tittle, "But in here, you are just my prisoner and I am your warden, Walker. Know it! Fear it! Obey it! I am your judge, executioner, jury, executioner, jailer, and, if necessary, your executioner."

"You said, executioner, like three times," I said, pointing that out.

The ghost, Walker, smirked, "I like that part of the job. It's too bad that I can't do it here, but at least I can do something else I like about my job."

He snapped his fingers for other ghosts to suddenly come in, dressed as prison guards of course with batons that sparked electricity at the tips.

"We will make you nice and easy first, before I see what I can do with you. I hope you enjoy your stay here because you are going to be here for a long time," Walker said.

I gulped, thinking how on earth was I just walking in Amity Park with friends to being alone in a ghost prison in the Ghost Zone. It was incredible, and stupid, but it still happened.

It was indeed impossible to escape, but was it really?

I can't take this lying down. I need to escape from this predicament and live another day, not that I think I will die under these circumstances but you know what I mean.

And operation, escape, is underway.