GHOST LANGUAGE
Hello friends, this is my first fic, so let me know how it goes, constructive criticism and what not. any way, thank you to Tumblr users Ladyofthetea for encouraging (forcing) me to write this and for the help in editing some stuff, and to Phantomrose96 for coming up with the ghost language headcanon, it is beautiful. Ok so, on the story, everyone knows about each other's secrets and whatever but they don't know any specifics about them, really, so just bare bones sort of. If people want to know more or less what Danny is even saying just ask and I'll post an overview.
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"Good Morning Starshine! The World says Hello!"
Blue eyes blinked blearily open in the bright morning light. "Whrvvt?"
"Danny, we gotta go, breakfast is in 10."
"Mnhrrghrg..."
"Up and at 'em!" Danny slid out from underneath his covers and crawled down the ladder, landing with a grunt on the floor. He pulled on his clothes, yawning loudly as he did. Randy and Jake were already dressed and ready to go to the mess hall by the time Danny had gotten his shoes on. Danny, still half asleep trudged, grumbling, past them and out the cabin door into the morning light.
"Well, someone's certainly a morning person." Randy said sarcastically and only got a moan in response.
"So, whatchu guys wanna do today?" Jake asked as the began the long walk towards the mess hall.
"Swimming seems like the cheese right now. We've only gone once so far, and that was for the safety test."
"Sounds tight, yo. What'chu think Danny?"
Danny looked up from the ground with tired eyes, mumbling, "Yvet, mu'zhi wvild'ne para'loka'lo." in response before turning his attention back to the ground in front of him. Randy and Jake blinked before Randy laughed, "Dude, you need to wake up. We couldn't understand a word you just said."
Danny only blinked, confused, but too tired to care.
By the time they had arrived at the mess hall, Danny was almost falling over asleep and Jake was heading in that direction. The trio got their breakfast and sat down at their isolated table in the corner of the hall. Randy and Jake started to talk about their families and friends, while Danny put his head down and dug into his hash browns.
"How 'bout 'chu, Danny?" Jake interrupted Danny's focus.
"Whrrvt?" Danny blinked up at Jake.
" Looking forward to any care packages this week?" Randy clarified for Danny.
Who smiled, "Yvet, zu bitt Mer'wa pere'tai, mpran'zig-" Danny cut himself off at the looks his friends were giving him. "Whrvvt?"
Jake and Randy looked at each other and started chuckling. "Dude, it's too early for gibberish…" Randy trailed off into silent laughter.
Danny's eyebrows creased in confusion. "Whrvvt ma'shik pa'are? Zu's ke'leh re'kai…"
Jake and Randy looked at each other briefly before Jake said " Come on, bro, why are you talkin' like that?"
" Ymir com're qu'ery? Zu Sp'akke su'mr et'n ahngliz"
Randy noticed Danny's genuinely confused look and asked "Dude, you do realize that you're speaking, like, russian, or something, right?"
Danny's eyebrows rose and his face twisted into an expression of sarcastic interest "za ex'pkt zu pa'bliev the'tat? C'mun ymir ri'lly cet'ut au't." Danny rolled his eyes.
"Okaaay… so you did not just hear yourself spew some kinda language...thing? Right?" Danny had a flat look on his face, "Sr'ley, Randy, de'ka, Za amm'e pa'nece'zhi du pa'sto'ra'p. Mi'l com'nah"
Jake watched the exchange with an observant eye. he could tell that both Randy and Danny thought that the other was wrong, or at least messing with them. Then, a thought came to him, something that Fu Dog had said at some point after he had lost a bet with a ghost. Ghosts have their own language, one that they speak as soon as they become ghosts. Jake had taken a small interest in the language and looked through some of Gramp's old books to find out more. The nonsense words he read then sounded similar to the ones Danny was using.
Jake leaned over and whispered to Randy, " I just remembered somethin' 'bout ghosts, yo."
Randy and Danny both looked over at Jake as he explained Ghost Language.
"Rre's za gu'yis sr'le don'gu thi'shi?" Danny's eyebrows were raised incredulously.
Randy thought this over a bit " We should call his sister and ask her about it, since he can't or won't tell us."
Jake looked at Randy flatly, "I don't know if you've noticed, Cunningham, but we're at camp. No phones. Its a rule."
Randy rolled his eyes at Jake " We could sneak into the Administration Building. They have a cordless phone in their office. I could Ninja out, go in, grab the phone, bring it out so we can talk without being interrupted, then put it back, no harm done." Jake looked up at Randy contemplating this before standing up and grabbing Danny's arm and dragging him out of his seat. "So let's go. Breakfast is over anyways." So Randy and Jake began their walk to the Camp Administration building dragging a confused Danny along with them.
Once they had arrived, Randy pulled out his mask and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing that the coast was clear, he pulled it over his head and became the Norrisville Ninja. He slid into the building noiselessly.
A few minutes later, the Randy exited the building holding one hand close to his chest." Yo, Randy, you got the phone?" Jake asked.
Randy nodded " It took a while to find but here it is." Randy held out the phone. " Here, type your sister's number into it. We'll do the talking."
Danny rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone. " What if she doesn't know why he isn't speaking english, though. Like, what if this is the first time its happened, or he's just messing with us?" Randy asked, concerned.
Jake responded quickly, " Well, it could be the first time its happened, but we should still call to make sure they know what's goin' on, but Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes over there let us break a camp rule. He wouldn't do that without a good reason." Danny huffed, insulted at the nickname and shoved the phone into Jake's hands. Jake hit the call button and put the phone up to his ear. It rang a few times before he heard a voice belonging to a girl.
"Hello?" she asked
"Hey, uh, is this Jazz Fenton?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"Uh, I'm Jake, Jake Long, and, uh, I, eh know about your brother."
"What about my brother?"
"Oh, uh, that he's uh, half-ghost and stuff."
"How do you know? What do you want? I swear, if you plan on hurting even one hair-"
"No no no no. We're friends and we're at camp together."
"And?"
"uh, well, Danny isn't really, uh, speaking English, exactly, uh-"
"Oh, he's speaking ghost. Yeah, sometimes it happens. He just has bad days and can't speak english. He can understand English perfectly fine, but he won't be able to read it or speak it for a while."
"Is there a way to get him to speak English again?"
"Not that we've figured out yet, he's usually only stuck for a few hours, or so. It varies from time to time."
"And, does he know that this happens? Because we have a very irritated looking half-ghost over here and he doesn't seem to believe that he isn't speaking english."
"Oh, well, you see, he already has enough stress in his life. When he starts speaking ghost it usually means he's feeling pretty happy or nervous about something. We don't really want to ruin his good mood, or make his worrying worse, so we haven't told him. We just try to get him to skip out on whatever he's supposed to be doing. Its better that he gets away from people, so he can get it out of his system in peace without being stared at."
"Oh, I get it. So we just get him away from people for a few hours and he'll be speakin' English again?"
"Basically, yes. And, uh, does anyone else know about him? Just for future reference? How did you even find out about him anyway?"
"Just me and Randy know. We're cabin mates. There was an, uh, incident with some ghosts and a few other things… Anyway you don't have to worry about us telling anyone about him. Danny trusts us."
"Alright…Need anything else?"
"Oh, uh, do you want to talk to Danny?"
"I don't know, uh, if he would appreciate that much, given that he can't speak english."
"Well he's looking at me like I'm lying and it makes me feel very guilty for no reason, y'know?"
"Sure, give him to me." Jazz said with a sigh as Jake passed Danny the phone, which Danny took with an irritated grunt "Jazz, zu ap'mah su'rri fro' buca'lln za, per' the'i say'm
qu'a-"
"Yeah, hey Danny, we probably should've told you this the first time it happened, but, uh, you don't speak english all of the time"
"Whrvvt?"
"It first happened a couple of months ago, when you got the A on that math test? Yeah we didn't understand a word you said. It happens when you're happy or nervous about something. Only for a few hours, though, and you can't read english either. Uh, you thought you were assigned a foreign copy of your History Textbook. We try to take you places when it happens though. Take you to the park or the movies or somewhere, if there isn't a ghost loose. Somewhere where you don't need to talk. I'm so sorry, Danny. We just- you're never really all that happy lately and hearing that you can't speak english when you are would be cruel. So, we decided to hide it from you."
"Jazz…" There was a loud crashing BOOM and some loud screams from Jazz's end.
"Oh, uh, sorry, Danny but I've gotta go, Dad's blown something up again. I'll talk to you later, We're sending you your thermos in two days. Love you, bye." The phone clicked into silence and Danny stood there, dumbfounded. "...Zu...zu…." he muttered, trying to comprehend the situation. Randy and Jake shared a look, then randy spoke up " Hey, if you're, uh, not really up to anything anymore, we could go out into the woods for a hike. I don't think anybody's going to be out there, if you wanted to be alone. We'll be with you, of course, but fewer people.." Randy trailed off at seeing the tears forming in his half-ghost friend's eyes. "Dude, what's wro-" Randy was cut off by Danny's massive frame slamming into him and wrapping him into a hug. " Th'un… Randy, Jake, th'un tal mir…" Danny was smiling as tears leaked out of his eyes.
Someone had still wanted to be with him. People who he'd only met a few months before, and knew about his hybrid status. People who only knew him as a halfa who would willingly choose to be with him. People who wouldn't abandon him when it got too hard to be around him, who he was close to, but not as close as Sam, Tucker or Jazz. Randy and Jake had restored Danny's faith in humanity by simply reaching out and offering to go on a hike with him.
The trio set off for the deep woods, talking softly to each other, well, Randy and Jake were talking, Danny was nodding, or shaking his head, or trying an interpretive dance. The three heroes walked on, laughing and smiling the whole way.
"So, Danny, any care packages comin' for you?" Jake asked, smirking as he remembered that morning.
Danny smiled in return, nodded, and said "Yeah, I've got one coming tomorrow and another coming the next day. Tomorrow's just candy and money and stuff like that. The next day, my friends are sending me a thermos so I can, uh, eat…" Danny trailed off and looked at Randy and Jake, whose mouths were hanging wide open. "What?" Danny asked, confused.
Randy spoke up first " Dude, you- you're- you speak the- normal- American." Danny blinked and creased his eyebrows at Randy, trying to understand what on earth Randy had just said.
Jake tried "You're speaking english, dude."
Danny's eyebrows shot up and he let out a loud laugh. " So you can understand me?"
"Yeah, bro, we understand." Jake said with a smile.
Randy had recovered from his shock enough
to say "So do you guys want to go swimming tomorrow?"
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