It was cold. It was cold and dark and Danny honestly didn't know what to expect from this particular Saturday night. This wasn't supposed to happen.
He and his friends were out late at night for a walk, passing the park, the docs, and the city centre. Danny's parents had built a new invention at the time. Some simple glasses, but with a catch. The glasses could supposedly have weak, invisible ghosts artificially viewable on the visible human spectrum, and once it was past 2am, Danny and his friends got daring, to which they decided to find out if it were a legitimate device. Ironically, it was exactly on that particular night that every ghost decided to not show up.
When they were about to give up on their patrol, Danny felt a shiver down his spine.
It was 2am, and they didn't know what they expected. They passed parking lots, bus stations and alleyways, until Danny could hear the trembling and desperate coughs from near the woods.
His friends and he follow the signs, and predictably yet unpredictably, there lay a ghost, shivering and shuddering and thrashing and down on the ground, sobbing. It looked worse for wear, the suit torn and its hair matted. The ghoul indeed tried its best to stay invisible and unseen, curled to a ball, but the effect kept fading in and out tremendously. Even with or without the glasses, it wasn't difficult to recognize the spectre looking exactly like Danny did. Like Danny. It looked just like Danny.
Danny, overwhelmed, tried to confront the doppelgänger, but to no avail. Once he approached it in caution, gently laying a hand on its shoulder, the ghost looked up at him. It looked up, taking a moment to just look, until it began shivering and sobbing and thrashing even more. It had no voice, simply croaking in a cough, but its shrieks sounded familiar to an attempt of saying "no". Saying "no" over and over again desperately.
In shock, Danny retreated to a respectful distance, deciding to let Sam and Tucker try and calm it– him, down. Sam walked up to the second Danny in a slow pace, trying to console him.
It's okay, she kept saying, he's gone. And it worked after a long while.
The three friends gulped. Danny figured he should be out of the double's line of sight, yet he felt his typical urge to help. Second Danny's existence might be unexplained, even with theories floating around, but they can't let him lay there to rot and.. end.
It was 4am, and Danny didn't know what to expect.
Hi. I'm CC. I've been part of the fandom for quite a while now, and finally did I decide to publish some of my written work. Writing is not one of my preferred hobbies, simply something I do when there's nothing else I feel like doing. With that said, it's to be expected that what I write is somewhat poor.
This one story here was written last year in August. I had a big goal and plan, I fleshed out the plot bunny and had envisioned a majority of how the storyline would go. But I never wrote these ideas down, and eventually forgot how it went. Whoops. This was as far as I got, and anything beyond that is up for debate, even on my part.
So, welcome to my Oneshot Collection. Nice to meet you, and thank you for reading!