Danny was sluggish walking up the stairs to the front room, and sat down on the sofa beside Sam. Everything ached, he felt tired and freaked out about what just happened. The three teens didn't dare talk about happened in the basement. They were still processing what happened, so when the topic of what happened downstairs came up, nobody had an answer.

It felt like forever before somebody spoke up.

"So, can I be the first one the ask, what in the world was that," exclaimed Danny. Sam and Tucker looked at their best friend in worry and confusion. Neither of them knew what to make of this. They thought that Danny getting electrocuted made is hair change somehow, but when Danny changed everything flew out the window.

"I don't know man. Maybe the radiation just got to all of us," offered Tucker. "And then we all saw the same hallucination. But, you couldn't have died in there, right?"

"I don't know. I have been feeling drained since I woke up. Like, half of me is gone. Not, gone gone, but just different. I don't know." Danny rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, a nervous tick that he has had since he was a kid.

Tucker and Sam looked at each other. Sam opened her mouth but was cut off by a blaring sound of The Anthem. Sam looked at her phone and sighed.

"I got to go. Meet up for lunch tomorrow?" Both boys nodded in agreement.

"Yah. I better go, too," said Tucker, grabbing his backpack off of the couch.

"Bye."

As the front closed, Danny sighed, and leaned back on the couch. What a day. Can anything else go wrong today? Wait, don't think that, Fenton, or something else bad will happen. Danny slid off the couch, and went back into the kitchen, and found a ghost-themed sticky note taped to the refrigerator.

Danny,

Your father and I are going out for the night to get away from the lab. Jazz should be home by 8, and don't forget about your curfew. There are leftovers in the fridge when you get hungry. See you in the morning.

-Mom

Danny checked the time. 6:30. Danny sighed and opened the fridge. Instantly, there was a growling sound, and a green Tupperware started to shake. Danny paid no mind, and grabbed a Chinese box, and closed the door. Maddie had saved some of the meatloaf from last week. Great.

After reheating his off-brand Chinese food, Danny walked back into the front room, and turned on the tv, and was met with an overly 90's music, that announced "The Adventures of Crash Nebula!"

Like the note said, and 8 o'clock, Jazz walked through the front door, textbooks in hand and backpack slung over shoulder. Before long, Danny started feeling tired (well, more tired) and trudged up the stairs to his bedroom for clothes, then to the bathroom to shower.

After showering, Danny had slid his pants on when he noticed it. Burns and scars making up the length of the back of his arms and back. They were mostly healed, some looking like first degree burns of old wounds.

There was a large, long scar descending from his left shoulder blade down the his right hip. Branches extending from the main line sporadically, little digits that looked like snowflakes extending from them. His back looked like a mess, but nothing really hurt.

Danny hurriedly pulled his shirt on him, and exited the bathroom, running to his room and shut the door, a little more forceful than necessary. Danny grabbed his phone from his desk, pulled off his shirt, and ran to the full-body mirror that was in his room. He turned around so that he could see his back, and snapped a picture, and sent it to the group chat that Sam, Tucker, and him shared. Sam replies first.

Sam: OMG! That looks like that hurts a lot. Are you able to move a lot?

You: It doesn't really hurt all that much now, I don't know why. Yes, I'm able to move.

You: I don't really know what is happening, Sam. When I was in the bathroom, I think I saw it moving. Like it was mending itself.

Tucker replied.

Tucker: bro, that looks really painful. how come you didn't say anything, you might need to go to the doctor

Sam: Like, fast?

You: Not fast, but… enough for me to knit ice that it was mending

You: *Notice*

Tucker: i don't know man, this is really weird. keep an eye on it, and we can figure out what is happening tomorrow, i guess?

Sam: Yeah Danny, I don't really know what else to do, but tell your parents.

You: I can't do that. If my parents find out that we were in the basement alone after they left, a fast healing wound is going to be the least of my worries.

Sam: Okay, Danny, we will not tell them for now. Let's meet up tomorrow and talk about what DID happen, though.

Tucker: sure

You: Okay, see you tomorrow. Night

Danny logged off, pulling his shirt back over his head, and got ready for bed.

In the dead (A/N: hue hue hue) of night the young Fenton boy did not notice the slight chill in the air that he caused, the silent laughter of ghosts leaving the portly in his basement, or the eerie green glowing behind his eyes as he slept soundly that night.

Okay, so. I am not dead, neither are my stories. Sorry for the, month?, I was gone. But I am back, and ready to continue editing these chapters. Comment if there's anything that you think I need to change, are any ideas that you would like to see me present. Thank you for sticking around in my absence, it really means a lot to me. See you next time!

-Blue