so i decided to try phanniemay this year, tho i doubt i'll finish it all. i just had a really good opening line for this one so i wanted to write it. my only goal for each theme is at least 100 words. cross posted to tumblr and ao3 under the name "gottacatchghosts"
characters: danny; other characters are mentioned but not featured
warnings: canon typical violence; cursing
words: 270
Day 1. Electricity
Some days he can still feel it, racing across his skin, sizzling in his blood, pumping through his veins. He'll never be able to forget the way it felt that day, the day he died. (Except he didn't die, for some reason, he didn't die, except he did—but he didn't.) People can survive getting struck by lightning, but he never believed it before that day.
Sparks make him irrationally nervous. His parents noticed of course, with how much they love their work, their tinkering, their weapon and containment unit making. He's almost surprised they noticed, but they only seem to notice the things that don't really matter.
(He loves them, he does, and he doesn't fault them for anything. Except they made that thing, that cursed thing, that wretched portal that killed him without killing him. He doesn't fault them, and he loves them, but sometimes he resents them.)
His many enemies always seem to get a kick out of hitting him with as many volts as they can. Technus and Plasmius and Skulker take an inordinate amount of pleasure out of shocking him whenever they can. The inane, childish part of him, the part that won't grow up, the part that might never grow up—he's only fourteen! Fourteen-year-olds aren't supposed to die!—thinks it's pretty damn rude to hurt someone with the thing that killed them. Aren't there some unspoken rules? So ghosts have standards? Honor? He thinks it's a load of shit but he keeps his mouth shut and only offers the token complaints.
All he knows is that there must be better ways to go.
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