A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for the awesome reviews! You guys get my personal record of most reviews in 2 chapters! Yay for you! And dude with the copyright thing, you are WEIRD! (no offense) But I'll do your request anyway so you don't spam me. Ahem. Blossoming Orange Rose is the person who originally made up the title "Camp Casper" but it was originally called Camp Casper Bridge. The plot is mine though. Ok there you go dude, peace out. And for those of you who think Daz is crazy (please raise your hand) He is modeled after me! The crazy author who lives in his basement and believes in conspiracy, is the model for Daz. So I'm crazy, he's crazy, are you crazy? Find out in chappy 3, "Non Existent Docs Breathe No Breath"
Daz disappeared after that last statement, to where, Danny couldn't tell. He just slumped back on his lumpy bunk, hands joining at the chest, and his thumbs twiddling at each other like ravenous dogs. The sun was still out, he could tell through the window, it stood there, gleaming in the sky, almost smiling. If it did, Danny would have frowned it back.
As he laid there, his mind wandered to many things. Especially this theory Daz had. Could this really all be some program set up to make us believe we are in summer camp? Danny wasn't sure. The evidence was there, it was possible, he wanted to believe it, but he couldn't. And if he did, Sam would deem him 'crazy'. Then his mind shifted to Sam. Sam… his best friend in all the world, and they had a fight. Sure, she was embarrassed, but so was he.
"And she blamed me," he thought. Sure he had the ghost powers, sure he could have phased through the wall, but he didn't. Not on purpose. Something else has to be going on here. He sighed heavily, and so did another person that seemed to be above him. Danny got out of bed, and looked around. No one else was in here, but then he looked up. Daz was laying on his bunk, sighing and glassily glancing at his cabin. Danny hopped up next to him.
"Everything ok?" Danny asked.
"No." he replied.
"Look, I'm sorry for doubting the whole 'computer camp' thing but I…" Danny started but Daz held his hand up.
"It's not that Danny. It's not you. It's… something else," Daz told him, troubled.
"You can tell me Daz."
Daz turned his stare to Danny. He looked deep into his dark blue eyes, he felt trust, he knew trust. He sighed again, and continued his stare.
"Twenty years ago, my parents were part of a research facility, testing supernatural things, it was kind of crazy. They did research on werewolves, vampires, legends, but mostly the possibility of staying on the Earth after death. Namely, ghosts," Daz told Danny, Danny looked kind of surprised, and listened for more.
Daz sighed again and continued on, "They became so obsessed with this 'ghost' theory, that they spent more then their fair share of the facility's funding on different projects which often failed. The research facility's facility allowed them one more experiment, if failed they would be fired."
"So my parents furiously worked over some thing called a 'ghost portal' that was supposed to be a door to some ghost zone. By the time they had finished, they had spent so much of the funding that fail or not, my parents would be fired, and eventually killed for knowing too much," Daz continued. Danny sat beside him, shocked that his parents weren't the only crazy ghost hunters.
"Well when they had almost finished, the president of the project got so sick of them that he…" Daz was interrupted by a loud bell, indicating that it was in fact lunch time. Time to prove his theory.
By the time that bell had finished ringing, the lunch line was already long. All the teens had finished their morning activities and were eager for a meal. Danny and Daz filed into the line. After almost forever, they were next. The food was typical camp food, some mixture of meat, liquids and vegetables, all muddled together beside a small clump of macaroni and cheese served on white, plastic plates. The two disgruntling took the odd lunch and sat down at a table with Tucker and Sam. Danny introduced them, and they got the hello's out of the way.
"So, you're gonna talk to me again?" Sam mumbled, chewing on some recylo-vegetarian food that she brought from home.
"Look, can we talk about that later Sam?" Danny told her, chewing slowly on his macaroni and cheese, not daring to touch the other stuff.
"Ok."
"What? Did I miss a fight or something?" Tucker eagerly asked stuffing his face with the weird meat stuff.
"We'll talk about it later!" Danny and Sam both said at the same time. They glanced at each other and smiled.
"Ok, ok, geez," Tucker told them, still eating. Daz had taken a liking to the odd meat stuff as Tucker did. Then a short silence occurred. The only sounds were those of chewing and other discussions from other tables. Sam broke the silence.
"You know what's weird, this doesn't taste right, hardly has any taste at all," Sam told them still chewing. Daz stood up on his chair.
"Evidence! Food not from the camp has no taste because it hasn't been programmed!" Daz shouted, drawing attention from other tables. He blushed and sat down.
"Another 'Patrix' fan?" Sam whispered to Danny.
"I think he's a bit more then that."
Tucker had taken out his PDA and was checking his email. Frustrated, he kept clicking on refresh but his email didn't come up. Neither did any other websites.
"Computer trouble?" Danny asked.
"Yeah! I can't visit any websites, but my connection to the internet is on 'excellent'," Tucker told him frustrated at his PDA.
"More evidence! Websites haven't been programmed either!" Daz shouted again, standing on his chair, again. And drawing a lot of attention, again. He blushed and sat down.
"Evidence of what anyway?" Tucker asked.
"Can't tell you yet, Danny has to believe it all first," Daz told him panting, and looking to Danny.
"Ok, I admit this is weird but, I'm not totally convinced, ok?" Danny told him, shoving this last piece of macaroni into his mouth.
"Come on then!" Daz pulled Danny's arm, causing him to lean over and follow Daz out of the eating area. He pulled him along to a building that had a sign that said, Camp Casper Office, in bold black letters. Daz opened the door and pulled Danny in. The office was completely empty, except for a seemingly lifeless, Dr. Cryogen sitting in a chair in the middle of the floor. He sat there lifelessly, staring forward, and not moving, not breathing.
"Oh my god, he isn't breathing," Danny told him, shocked.
"What did I tell you? He isn't real! None of this is real!" Daz shrieked.
Danny ignored him and staggered over to the lifeless Dr. Cryogen. He waved his hand in front of his face. No response. He made a weird face. No response. He slapped him. No response. It was true. This wasn't real. Danny turned to Daz.
"Maybe, your right… this proves it, maybe your not as crazy after all.
"You thought I was crazy?" Daz told him, annoyed.
"Well yes, but, never mind. Let's get back to lunch. I gotta tell Sam and Tuck!" Danny told him.
"You do that, I'm going back to my cabin, oh and Danny?" Daz asked.
"Yeah?"
"You like that Sam girl don't you?"
It came to Danny as a shock, I mean sure he liked Sam but, did he LIKE Sam? Did he show signs of that?
"Wha… no, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Fine, keep it that way, but I'm watching you," Daz told him with a grin. Danny returned it with a smirk.
"Guys you have to believe me! He was lifeless! No breathing or anything! I even slapped him, nothing. Come on, don't you believe me?" Danny pleaded to his two best friends.
"I guess, it's possible, I mean, a matrix could be created and people could be inserted into it, but you'd need advanced technology and willing test subjects to actually successfully insert one or more human beings into…" Tucker began. Sam ended it.
"What Tuck is trying to say is, it's highly unlikely, but, since you're a friend, I guess it could happen," Sam told Danny, negatively but with a good heart behind it.
"Well, I'm going back to cabin 3. My next activity is NeverAdventure! This guy is gonna get me to level 40! See you guys later!" Tucker told them with a wave. Sam and Danny waved back to him. Then they were alone, in the middle of the camp site.
"Ok, I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier about your powers, and being negative, and acting like a total jerk to you and Tucker. Like I said before, it's my Goth thing to be negative, but I really like you guys. And… well… especially you… Danny," Sam told him nervously, rubbing one arm with her other hand.
"It's ok Sam, and I'm sorry for not being understanding. I guess you can say I'm deep. Too deep for my own good," Danny told her apologetically.
"Hey its better than being shallow," Sam smiled at him. Danny smiled back. Sam was afraid of what she was about to do, but it felt right. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then she walked off to cabin 7.
Danny stood there bewildered. His hand resting on the place where she kissed it, his heart fluttery, and his mind spinning. Did she just kiss me? Blushing, Danny walked to cabin 13.
As Danny walked in, Daz was sitting on his bunk.
"So, did they believe you?" he asked, hoping that they weren't the only ones.
"Sorta," Danny told him fluttery.
"Well sorta is better then nada," Daz told him back.
Danny hoped onto Daz's bunk, "So you were saying about your parents?"
Daz sighed, he knew he would ask, "Well, the president got so fed up with them, he slammed his fist into the portal, causing it to spurt out of control, sucking everyone in the facility into it, and spitting them back out. My dad, died in the accident, but everyone else escaped. I was born soon after, causing my mother to die as well."
Danny looked at him hard, "Wow, that's harsh, but you know. Something very similar happened to me. You probably won't believe this but, I have these, ghost powers. I'm part ghost because I went into one of those portals."
"What?" Daz asked him, shockingly.
"Watch, I'll show ya," Danny told him. He stood on the floor and yelled, "I'm going ghost!"
Nothing happened.
"Sir, we got one! We found one!"
"Room 13? One of the gifted three?"
"Yes, the boy, the black haired boy. Daniel Fenton."
"Daniel Fenton? Ok, get my pistol out, it's time to end another Halfa's realm…"
