Chapter Seven
A Statue in the Woods
Wendy leaned on the kitchen counter, running her fingers through her thick, veryl knotted hair.
Damn nightmares. She would never get that shit out of her head- seeing her friends and family turned to stone... Bill... What Stan did...
She huffed, and heard shuffling in the living room.
Snagging a crossbow off the wall just in case, she leaped into the living room, and found her weapon aimed directly at Danny's face.
"Sup?" Danny offered, but he was shaking nonetheless.
Wendy lowered the crossbow, "You scared me!" Running her fingers through her hair once more, she looked at her cousin from the corner of her eye, "What are you doing up, anyways? It's 3 in the morning, and you shouldn't be moving around with your ribs, and all."
Danny sighed, "I had a nightmare, okay?"
"Oh... Same."
Danny looked up, "Really?"
"Yeah." Wendy smiled bitterly, "There are some things that never leave you, ever."
Danny laughed bitterly, "I know."
Wendy smiled, "We haven't talked in forever... I wish we had."
"Yeah..." Danny shifted his weight, wincing in pain, "Goddammit-!"
Wendy's smile fell, "Go back to bed, Fenton."
"I'm fi-" Danny breathed out, and Wendy could've sworn she saw his breath, "On second thought, I will go to bed, night!"
Danny frantically stumbled up the stairs, leaving Wendy frowning after him; he was going to hurt himself running like that.
Wendy followed him, and leaned against the doorway.
"Jazz." Danny was shaking her awake.
"Mmm?"
"We've got a ghostly issue. If I'm not back when mom and dad get up, tell them to come up with an excuse."
"Alright. Be safe, little bro."
Danny laughed, and Wendy watched him pace across the floor, twowhite rings appearing. One floated upwards, the other down. His hair turned white, his eyes green and his pajamas to a black and white spandex suit.
"Oh my god..." Wendy breathed as her cousin- a fucking t- took off through the ceiling.
Her stupid, brave, injuried ghost cousin took off through the ceiling.
"Holy shit." Was the only thing she could squeak out before scrambling down the hall and out the front door.
Danny was soaring overhead when he spotted her, "Hey, there!" He called, "You really shouldn't be out in the middle of the night."
And that fucker took off into the night, acting as if he didn't know her.
Oh, he was so dead in the morning.
...
"So, let me get this straight." Dipper said, flipping through his notes, "You're half-dead, and you use that power to protect the world, even when your parents are trying to murder you?"
Danny shoved a branch out of the way, "Yeah, pretty much."
"That's so awesome!" Dipper scribbled once more, "So, do you possess your own corpse, or-"
"Whoa," Danny made a T with his hands, "time-out. Possessing my own corpse!? Dipper, I'm not dead... At least, I don't think I am..."
"Well, ghosts are spirits of the dead that still have a purpose to exist, right? Well-"
"Whoa..."
They had broken into a clearing, in the center of which was a statue. It had no moss or undergrowth on it, almost as if the clearing was so because nothing had wanted to get near it. The statue itself was a pyramid-shape, with an eye in the center, and a bow tie and top hat.
Dipper was pulling on Danny's arm, but that statue was... Entrancing... He moved towards it slowly, hand outstretched... Pain! His brain shrieked, Pain!... Power... His ghost-half whispered... Power... No! His human-half shouted, No!
"Danny!" Dipper had grabbed his arm, whirling him around to face him, "We need to get away from that!" He sounded hysterical, almost sobbing.
Danny let Dipper lead him away, but the voice still whispered, We'll meet again some sunny day!
