Chapter Two: Realizations

'Now then I have no idea what you did but I don't much like not being able to-' Ghost Writer continued in Danny's shocked silence.

Danny shook himself and yelled, "What did you do? Why are you in my head? Get out you as-"

'I did nothing except fall for your little trap you thick brained little plebe!'

"There was no trap you jerk face!"

'Then what do you call that blue not a book thing that yanked us in?!' Writer roared his reflected face twisting in rage, 'Because it had a story but it wasn't a story and it warped my powers when I tried to stay out! Now explain how you did this- this whatever you have done to me so I can figure out how to escape.'

Danny stared blankly at the mirror processing that, ignoring Writer's fuming rage. He looked down at his clothes and then glanced back out at the hospital room. The red design on Jazz's white shirt was familiar now.

Jazz had healing powers and wearing a redesign of the stereotype of the white mage outfit. He was in some fantasy medieval room. His strange clothing. The fact the last thing he remembered before waking was being yanked into his DS.

The only game in his DS was a Final Fantasy one.

Just one more piece of evidence and he would be sure.

"I didn't do this," Danny said slowly, "You touched my rpg game, which is a story but also a game so your power got confused. I think I know where we are but I got to check something."

There was a long angry pause then Writer snapped out sharply, 'Fine.'

Danny walked out of the restroom and then out the healing room and found two girls standing nearby talking. They were wearing the same out fit as Jazz, though not as detailed. He found he couldn't talk until he got right next to them.

"Hello," Danny said.

The girls turned and smiled.

The left one said, "Hi Danny! Jazz is in the training room.

The right one said, "You should go met up with her."

They then ignored him and went back to talking. Except they didn't make a noise.

'That is rather unsettling,' Writer observed.

'Watch this then,' Danny thought

'Watch what?' Writer asked puzzled as Danny stepped back up to the girls and said, " I like lollipops.

The left one said, "Hi Danny! Jazz is in the training room.

The right one said, "You should go met up with her."

They then ignored him and went back to talking. Except they didn't make a noise.

Danny smirked as he walked away from the healer girls while Writer stewed in shocked silence.

Finally the ghost yelled out, 'What was that?'

"That would be the proof I needed. We're stuck in an rpg. Now I just have to go ghost and then-" Danny stalled to a stop and stared unseeing at a wall.

"I'm going ghost!" he yelled voice taking on a note of panic.

His hand grabbed his hair and he screamed in panic, "Why can't I go ghost?"

'Same reason I can't just write us out. We're stuck in a story and have to wait till it ends before we can leave,' Ghost Writer answered waspishly.

"Yeah but we're also stuck in a game so we have to play ourselves out then," Danny snapped back getting annoyed, "And I don't even know how to- whoa!"

It felt sorta like pressing a button on a controller but he was using his mind not his hand. But the menu screen suddenly covering up everything and blinding him, still made Danny fall over.

A few minutes later, after checking out everything he could access, Danny knew something.

He desperately needed to get money to buy more stuff cause his innovatory sucked. Five potions healing about 100 hp, 30 cherries each healing only 3 hp, and a tent.

And the Fenton Spear as a weapon? How dorky was that?

He sighed and continued on his way to the training room. Was remarkable easy to get to as people were blocking every path that didn't lead there.

"Hi Jazz," he said waving as he entered.

She looked up from where she was attacking a straw dummy with a staff and grinned, "Hiya little brother. Oh and I forgot to give these to you earlier," Jazz walked over and handed Danny a pair of goggles.

He looked down and blinked slowly. Blue lenses and a plain white strap. Okay then. Danny shrugged and put on the goggles.

He had almost forgotten his passenger before being reminding when Writer commented, 'They match your eyes.'

Danny shook his head and ignored the ghost, "Okay I'm ready, Jazz."

Jazz nodded and got into a battle position. Danny could almost swear he could hear music speeding up into battle music.

"Get ready little bro and I'll show you how it is done!"

His eyesight swirled and blurred and then he was in a battle scene with. Yep. With a spear in his hands.

The blade was a vivid blue-

'Matches your eyes as well.'

-the handle black-

'Matches your hair color.'

-With blue. Was it ribbon? Some kind of ribbon like thing lashing the blade to the handle. There was some ribbon left over to dangle at the bottom.

'Really I'm sensing a color theme here,' Writer snarked.

Danny scowled and opened his mouth to retort but got interrupted with a staff smashing down on his head.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

"Pay attention Danny!" Jazz scolded, "Your enemy won't let you stand and daydream! Not unless you are choosing an item or spell or have pressed the pause button."

Danny grunted and nodded getting ready. His battle command popped up in the bottom of his vision and he. Well he did the same mental trick as when moving around in menu scene. He choose the Attack command and dashed forward to swing and hit Jazz with his spear. He flexed his legs and jumped backward and landing right where he started.

"Good! Now lets see if you are still the second best Dragoon trainee. Jump, Danny, Jump!"

Dragoon. He was a dragoon. He couldn't access his ghost powers but he could almost fly.

The battle menu popped up again and he chose the Jump command. He tensed and then sprang upward.

A surge of exhilaration shot up his spine and he grinned. The only thought going through his brain could be summarized as weeeeeeee!

He landed square on Jazz and jumped again. Not as high, but still up, and back flipped over to his starting spot.

Jazz smiled and nodded proudly as the battle ended.

That wasn't the end of the training, but everything else was just explaining hp and mp, differences between magic types, how to equip thing, and statues effects. Other then name chances, Danny already knew everything from playing previous Final Fantasy games.

Though that didn't stop Ghost Writer from making snide remarks.

He exited the training room with Jazz's warning about a house guest in his ears. And then something else drowned it out.

Two voices he knew very well rang out with, "Danny!"

He looked up and managed to get out, "Sam? Tucker?" Right before being bowled over by an overly enthusiastic tackle from Sam.