Blinding, searing, all-encompassing pain. That was my world for about thirty seconds. Then the pain stopped, and I was thrown across the room as a last 'fuck you' from fate.
My name is Danny Fenton, and I'm currently lying in my basement-turned-lab (courtesy of my genius/insane parents) in a smoking heap of hurt. Why? Because, my parents, being the mad geniuses they are, built a portal to another realm. What realm? The 'Ghost Zone', as they like to call it. Ever since they were kids, my parents have had an unhealthy obsession with ghosts, leading to them spending twenty years researching ectoplasmic entities, then another twenty years building the portal. They tested it, and lo-and-behold, it didn't work. Rather than opening a portal to another dimension full of ghosts, the portal frame sparked, then quieted. Very anticlimactic. Twenty years of work, down the drain. And the disappointment on their face tugged at my little heart strings. I wanted so badly to be able to do something for them.
And so I did something. I suited up in my own hazmat suit, and walked into the portal. Being the clumsy fourteen-year-old teen I am, I tripped on one of the many wires running along the bottom of the portal frame. I barely managed to catch myself. Unfortunately, my hand hit the big, red 'ON' switch- that for some reason was inside the portal frame- as opposed to the simple metal wall.
So, back to the present. Here I lay, a massive headache coming on from where I hit my head on the lab wall, probably burnt to a crisp because of all the electricity running through my body just now, and very, very tired. I managed to sit up, but that was about it.
Opening my eyes, I surveyed my body. I thought I actually was burnt to a crisp, because most of my hazmat suit was black. Then I caught sight of the white gloves. You might be thinking, 'Oooh, white gloves. So what?', or something along those lines. Thing is, the gloves on my hazmat suit should be black, as they were before that little incident. It made sense that my mainly white hazmat suit became black, because it was charred, but the black-turned-white boots and gloves shocked me. Heh, heh. Get it? Shocked? Okay, I'll stop. But seriously, I was astounded.
It took me another five minutes to recover enough to stand, and when I did, I went straight to the mirror hanging over the sink in the corner. Where there should have been raven hair, there was snow white hair, and toxic green eyes took the place of previously ice blue eyes. Did I mention they were glowing? Odd as it was, I wasn't freaking out. Yet. After a minute of staring into the mirror, my brain seemed to catch up. That was when I started panicking. Why did I look so different!? Was it the electricity? There's no way I should have been able to survive a shock that massive! Then again, maybe I didn't survive...
Does that mean I'm a ghost?
Now my panic turned to hysteria. I didn't want to be dead! And become a ghost, no less! Now my parents would hunt me down, strap me to a table, and dissect me! They wouldn't see their son anymore, just a 'malicious piece of ecto-scum'. I don't want to be a ghost. I want to be human again!
Apparently, my desperate mental pleading did the trick. I felt an icy chill wash over me. I glanced back in the mirror, and was once again astounded to see a pair white rings flowing over my ghostly form. The rings seemed to be source of the deathly cold, and had one more function. Wherever the rings passed, the negative hazmat suit I was wearing change back into the normal all white-with-black-gloves-and-boots suit I was wearing before. White hair turned black, and toxic green eyes became ice blue once more. I was back to normal, human Danny Fenton. In all of my scrawny and pathetic glory. At least it was my scrawny and pathetic glory.
As for what just happened…? I have no clue. If I had to guess, maybe I died and was somehow revived? It made no sense. Oh well, whatever. So long as it didn't happen again. I was walking to the stairs of the lab, to ascend to the kitchen and go back to my normal life, completely content with ignoring this entire situation for the rest of my life and taking that secret to the grave, when I was wracked by a painful chill. I let out an involuntary gasp, and a wisp of my condensed breath could be seen. I felt a pressure inside my head, vaguely reminiscent of a headache, but far more concentrated. Then, the pressure began moving towards the back of my head, as if it was attempting to drag me that way.
Slightly bewildered, I turned my head to the right, and discovered that the pressure moved to the right side of head. Now very anxious, I completely turned around, and the pressure moved to right between my eyes.
My gaze fell upon a swirling green mass. The portal. It seemed that whatever I did had made it work. But that wasn't the object of my focus. I was more focused on the blue arm slowly emerging from another dimension…
Ha! Cliffhanger! If anyone here knows me from my other stories, you probably hate me. I seem to have a bad habit of starting stories, doing a few chapters, then starting a new story. Now is no different. In case you're wondering, I haven't been updating my other stories because A) I had to pull up my grades and B) I got kinda bored. :p Review with suggestions.