Symbiosis
an: BAM! Another fic. Really, I tried to resist, but it wanted me to post it, I swear! Anyways, I'd give you a list of warnings but I don't feel like dissing my writing today, so anyone reading this? You're off the hook. :) Honestly, just note this story might get weirder, and I mean, might, and I appreciate every reader I get. Updates, knowing me, will likely (but not always) be slow. Love you all (figuratively).
-The Chiwii-
Imagine.
Imagine thousands, no millions, of volts of electricity coursing through your veins; a bazillion particles of potentially radioactive green molecules being blasted into your body from all angles; all the while burning so hot it feels like you're literally melting on the spot.
Tell me, would you survive?
Imagine.
Imagine feeling yourself suffocating under heavy pressure like you're toothpaste being squeezed out of a container; your insides screaming bloody murder because you've screamed so hard that you're are no longer able to; imagine feeling your soul ripping apart as if through a chipper shredder, each broken off piece bound to neither heaven nor hell or that ghost zone in between. Just... oblivion.
Would you ever feel the same?
Imagine.
Imagine blacking out because the pain feels like it's eating you alive. Then imagine waking up, completely normal, not one scar, one burn, one cut, and breathing as if nothing had ever happened.
Now tell me, tell me I'm crazy.
Imagine.
Imagine your friends hugging you with tears in their eyes and babbling like emotional wrecks that the accident somehow caused you to become half ghost; your own parents rushing down the stairs and not even checking to see if you're okay, because they're too distracted awing over their life work's crowning achievement actually working; and then imagine the sinking feeling that your life, or what's left of it, could be in danger because of your own parents, because they've made it their duty to hunt the paranormal and now you're not even completely alive anymore.
Would you acknowledge it? That you could quite possibly be some unexplainable half human, half ghost hybrid when your own parents are the world's leading ghost hunters?
Imagine.
Imagine trying to forget the trauma, the fear, the pain, everything about what happened, only to begin hearing a voice that's not even your own begin talking to you in your head; or act normal around your family at the dining room table eating breakfast and seeing your own spoon fall through your own hand and not feel a thing.
Would you try to keep it a secret?
Imagine.
Imagine if that happened it you and it wasn't a dream or just a passing thought floating in your brain some random Tuesday because you were bored with your life and wondered what-if?
Would you want to be me?
I'm Danny Fenton, I'm fourteen, and a month ago I half died in my parent's lab trying to impress a girl I sorta liked.
Welcome to my life.