Danny sat on the roof of the Casper High building, his legs dangling over the edge as he watched the panic below. His parents were off with the Fenton's Ghost Assault Vehicle, or their RV, fighting off the mysterious ghosts that had begun pooling in the city once the portals appeared. Apparently Vlad was also helping, if the faint ectosignature Danny could feel was anything to go by, but the teen halfa really couldn't care any less.
Once Sam's funeral was over, the halfa just floated off into a more quiet location, not really certain or caring if anyone had seen him transform, and started to stare off into the sky. A heavy feeling had been placed inside of his heart as soon as he watched Sam breath her last breath, and it's weight only increased as he continued to replay the images over and over in his mind, the story becoming more twisted and painful as he continued to think.
His mind was filled with thoughts like 'You weren't strong enough to save her,' and 'If you weren't ever around she'd have been alive and happy.' And those thoughts then spiraled into 'Was she ever really happy being your friend?' And 'Technically you killed her, didn't you? You're the reason all of this happened.' And once Danny had mournfully talked himself into it, he found himself crying into his hands.
"What kind of person am I!?" Danny shouted to the sky, earning sideways glances from the people beneath him before they continued fleeing from the ghostly horde.
"Why, you're not a person at all." A disgustingly familiar female voice spoke up from behind Danny, making him lift his head out of his hands and glare at the space in front of him.
Not turning around, Danny spoke with a venom he could practically taste. "What do you want, you old hag?"
"Aww, what's the matter?" Spectra's form suddenly appeared before Danny, a sinister smile on her face as she looked into the eyes of the broken boy before her. "Are you upset about your friends little accident?"
Danny snarled, and would have felt concerned had he not ignored all rational, or irrational, thought and blasted the woman into the next county. He then took several calming breaths as he lowered his hands and continued to stare into the direction Spectra had been launched. "I hate therapists... What the-?"
While it had taken a moment, Danny finally took notice of his hands. The skin was slightly burned, healing very slowly due to the ghostly energy, but the fact that he had been burned, by his own ectoblast no less, meant that the halfa was currently in his human form. And as shocking, cool, and worrying as that was, Danny could only back away from the ledge, collapse to his knees, and cry. "I'm not a person... I'm not a person... I'm not a person..."
Dan watched his teen counterpart break down and into tears from his place in the sky, and actually cringed. He remembered how he saw Spectra in the past, and he knew his teen self hated her and would always hate her, but he never thought the boy would hate her enough to gain strength from it. 'Well, isn't that ironic.' He thought to himself, before he heard a faint kind-of-growl coming from behind him.
The young toddler on his back was in his ghost form, though his eyes were a deep crimson red, rather than toxic green, and seemingly sought blood and revenge. And when the two locked eyes, Dan couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face as he nodded and said in a whisper. "Victim."
At those words the toddler flew down towards Danny as fast as he could, crimson red energy surrounding his small hands, as he yelled out in anger towards the one who hurt him and his father. This made the brooding older halfa look up in surprise, only to be punched in the face and sent a few feet backwards, and into an air vent.
"Agh, what hit me?" Danny asked, looking up and into the red eyes of the younger version of himself, full of an eerily protective rage. It was twistedly familiar...
The boy didn't respond, he only rushed forwards once more and smacked his teen self in the chest with an ectoblast, causing him to land, unconscious, right in Dan's hand. The boy then started to breathe more heavily, his eyes turning green again as he floated into the full ghost's arms and returned to his human state, just as the older halfa did.
"Well, that was easy... One down." He said, flinging the larger of the two Dannys over his shoulder. 'And once he's dead I can go Tuck hunting.'
Flying to a more secluded area of Amity Park, Dan smirked to himself. The 1-year-old he held around the middle flapped his tired arms in the wind, seeming to enjoy the cleaner air of the past Amity, all the while 14-year-old Danny peacefully slept on the arm of his reaper. His own personal Death. And the thought caused Dan's smirk to widen into a smile. 'Looks like you're becoming a full ghost after all, Danny.'