Danny had heard what Tucker and Sam had said he looked like when they dragged him out of the portal. He'd gone over the story in his head a million times.
Nothing could have prepared himself for what he saw, though.
There he was, as usual, black hair and pale skin reflected in the bathroom mirror. But his eyes were a luminescent green and the points of fangs snuck out from under his upper lip. He wasn't human. He wasn't even ghost. Actually, at the moment, Danny wasn't sure what he was.
Ghost or human?
Danny's grip on the bathroom sink tightened. Vaguely, he could hear it creaking under the force, but his ears were filled with static and his mind was on those twin pair of green eyes that stared unblinkingly back at him. He couldn't control it. His parents were going to see, and he was going to be laying on a stainless steel tabletop in no time.
But he was still their son, wasn't he?
Wasn't he?
Ghost or human?
Pools of water started collecting on the rim of those neon eyes. Heavy, labored breaths whistled as the wind weaved between his pointed teeth. The color of his irises started to bleed into the white of his sclera until nothing but green remained. The lights above flickered as he grew more distressed and his heart seemed to beat in time with them.
He couldn't possibly be doing that, could he?
The lights went out. His body was overcome with cold. His gaze never wavered on the mirror.
The sink splintered, cracked, and a chunk of the side he had been holding onto fell and shattered into pieces upon contact with the tile floor.
Ghost or human? Ghost or human? Ghost or human?
He wasn't alive. He wasn't dead. He was a monster.
Ghost or human? Ghost or human? Ghost or human?
Danny didn't notice when he started hyperventilating. He hardly noticed when his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, bits of shattered sink biting into his legs and cutting up his hands.
GHOST OR HUMAN? GHOST OR HUMAN? GHOST OR HUMAN?
He was both. He was neither. He didn't know.
God, his parents were going to kill him.
A steady stream of tears fell from his eyes, froze in midair, and smashed against the floor just as that part of the sink had done. His entire body was shaking.
GHOST? OR? HUMAN?
What am I?
His phone rang loudly, a steady stream of the Ghostbuster's theme stopping the static in his ears. Sam had insisted on that being his ringtone about a year ago, when Danny admitted to her that his parents were obsessed with ghosts. For a while, it had been funny.
Not so much now.
A very inhuman noise escaped his throat and scared him so badly that he jumped and scrambled, his back hitting the wall behind him with such force that a picture fell from the wall and shattered just like everything else in the bathroom seemed to be doing. Just like he seemed to be doing.
The Ghostbuster's theme kept playing.
Danny was flipping open the phone before he was even sure what he was doing. "What?!" He growled, and, like before, became so afraid of his own voice that a whimper followed the query. He continued to hyperventilate until white spots dotted his vision.
"Took you long enough to pick up! Okay, so Tuck and I were think—Danny? Are you okay? What's wrong? Tucker, something's wrong with Danny. Yeah, I know that's bad!"
Danny didn't answer. He was suddenly infatuated with the way his eyes were shining so brightly that they were lighting the area in front of him in deep neon green.
"Danny, Tucker and I are gonna be there in a few minutes. Hold on, okay?"
Danny didn't know how much time had passed before the bathroom door burst open, Sam and Tucker standing on the other side. He was still holding the phone to his ear and he was still sitting in a pile of glass. He jumped when the door opened, lines of frozen tears glistening on his cheeks.
Sam and Tucker were on him in a second, holding him close, wiping the ice off his cheeks, helping him breathe. Danny noticed that Sam's hair smelt really nice. Kinda like flowers and kinda like fruit. He couldn't really place it. He also noticed that Tucker's voice was really calming, for some reason. It was just nice to hear him speak.
The room stopped being tinted green. Dimly, Danny was aware that that meant that they weren't glowing anymore.
Ghost or human?
Sitting there, basking in the smell of Sam's flowery-fruity hair and Tucker's calming voice, Danny realized that he didn't care.
As long as he had his friends, he was going to be just fine.
first of all, before anyone asks: yes i typed this the way it's typed on purpose. the sentences are short to and kinda choppy to emphasize the way danny's feeling and help the readers understand the mood. honestly, i have no idea how to explain it in words. just know that i know what i'm doing and if this is the first thing you've read from me you might want to go read something else because i promise i promise i promise that i usually write better than this and everything in this story was highly intentional.
now that that's out of the way, i wanna thank you all for reading and ask that you please leave a review. i don't care if your review says something like "this is the worst piece of trash i've ever read in my life" and is followed with ways for me to better this piece of trash or if your review says something like "this is the most amazing thing i''ve ever had the pleasure of reading" and is followed by a multitude of praises. i just want to hear what you think and why you think it. i really, really appreciate it when people take the time to tell me what went through their head as they read my story.
anyways, i hope you enjoyed. i really do. and im sorry for this being so dang late; this month has been beyond busy for me. thank you.
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