Everything was warm, but it was dark as well. It felt… Really uncomfortable. But also nice? Her body was still confused because of the new object in it. Her… Core…

That would never stop being weird to hear.

She had a core.

She was partially ghost now.

The young girl groaned, opening her eyes. She saw her dad with a long, black beard. Her eyes widened slightly. How long had she been asleep for!?

"Thank goodness you're finally awake, Rylie!" Danny said. "You've been asleep for twenty-four years!"

"Twenty-four years!?" She shrieked, amethyst eyes even wider. "Oh god, I'm-"

Before she could panic further, he took the beard off, revealing it to be a fake. "Rylie, Rylie, calm down!" He exclaimed, trying to hide his chuckles. "It was just a joke, it's only been a few days!"

A pillow was thrown in his face. "DAD!" She yelled, eyes flashing silver in her anger. "That wasn't funny!"

"Alright, alright," he said with a laugh, easily catching the pillow. "If you don't want to joke around, then someone's here to see you."

"... Who?" She asked, grabbing onto her Stitch plush and hugging the stuffed alien. He felt softer and different. She didn't really like it, but this was Stitch. She needed him. Things were finally catching up to her, as well. Her head felt full of cotton balls and she had a headache. Luckily the lights were off and the shades were drawn, because her eyes couldn't take the little bits of sunlight streaming through the cracks in the shades.

Her bedroom door opened to show a familiar face- her Aunt Jazz!

"Hi Aunt Jazz," she said, waving meekly. Even moving made her head hurt. She whimpered slightly.

"Oh shi- oot," Danny said, getting a look from Jazz. "You've probably got a headache, don't you? I'll go get something to help that while you talk with Aunt Jazz." With that, he left the room to go get… Whatever he was going to get.

"How're you feeling, sweetie?" Jazz asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at her niece.

"I feel sick and everything feels cold but these blankets make me feel kinda sick…" She mumbled, looking down and gripping the blankets tightly.

Jazz frowned. "I heard you met Frostbite, what was he like?" She tried.

"He was nice. He looked like my ghost but bigger," she shrugged. "Aunt Jazz, I'm hungry. Can we do this later, please?"

"Of course, sweetie. I'll go get you something to eat. Your dad should be back soon, okay?" She asked with a smile.

"Okay," Rylie mumbled, hugging her plush more and burying her face in the fur. She heard her aunt softly close the door and she frowned. She took the blankets off her body then sniffled. "Stitch, what do I do?" She asked softly. "I can't control my powers, I don't know how to control them. I could hurt mom or aunt Jazz…"

Danny came back in the room seconds later, a smile on his face. He had a glass of water and some glowing green pills in his hands. "Here, Ryles, this'll help you feel better," he said with a smile.

"They're glowing," she said flatly, looking at her father.

"Well… Yeah. They're made for people like us," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "You won't taste anything, I promise"

The girl frowned, taking the pills and swallowing them down with the water. She made a face and stuck out her tongue. "Tastes like cough syrup," she said. "Where's Mom?"

"She had to go out but she'll be back soon. You need to take it easy, alright?" He said, looking at her with a small smile.

"Can I go downstairs at least, Daddy?" She asked, giving him the saddest puppy dog pout she could muster.

"Of course," he said, holding out his hand. "Just be careful, it's been a few days since you've had to use your legs."

She took his hand, standing up. Her legs wobbled slightly but with her father's support, she was at least standing. He lead her towards the stairs, letting Jazz know that Rylie would be coming down to eat.

They gathered at the table, Rylie sitting with a bowl of soup and salad in front of her. She frowned, mumbling something about how she wanted pizza, before she started to eat.

"Danny," Jazz started. "You really should-"

"I'm not bringing her there, Jazz! Not in front of Rylie!" Danny exclaimed, eyes narrowed.

Everything was silent for a few minutes.

Rylie frowned, hearing her father yell. What was he talking about? Bring her where? "Dad, where does Aunt Jazz want you to take me?" She asked, looking up from her bowl of soup.

"It doesn't matter, sweetie," he said with a sigh. "We're not going there, anyways."

Her frown deepened. "Okay, I guess," she mumbled, lowering her gaze to her empty bowl of soup and her plate of salad. She wasn't really hungry now. "Can I go upstairs now, Daddy?" She asked softly.

Danny frowned, noticing her change in mood. "Are you okay, sweetie?" He asked, looking worried. She usually wasn't ever like this.

"I… I'm fine. I'm just not hungry and I wanna go lay down some more," she said with a sigh, looking away from her father and aunt. Without another word, she got up. With shaking but stable legs, she made her way to the stairs and went to her room, quietly closing her door.

In her room, Rylie sat on her bed, looking into her hands. "What… What am I now? I'm not a human, I'm not a ghost, I'm not even like dad!" She softly exclaimed. "... Dad has a name for his form, maybe I should have a name for mine?" She looked at the polar bear plush she had. She had never liked the texture before, but maybe now?

"C'mere, Snowflake," she said, reaching over to grab the Webkinz plush. "Snowflake… I like that. Do you, Stitch?" She asked, looking at the blue plush. "Yeah… I'll be Snowflake." She hugged the polar bear closer.

It was a few hours later when Sam came up to check on Rylie. "Rylie?" She asked, opening the girl's bedroom door.

Rylie had been laying on her bed, just hugging the polar bear close to her chest. Her face was buried in the fuzz of the plush.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" She asked, voice soft. She walked over to her daughter's bed, sitting on the edge. "You know you can talk to me about anything."

"M- Mommy," she said, voice cracking. It was obvious she had been crying earlier. "Wh- What am I?" She looked at her mother, her amethyst eyes filled with tears. "Daddy's half ghost, but I'm… I'm not. I'm not human, I'm not ghost… I don't know what I am."

"Rylie, you're my daughter. It doesn't matter if you're human, ghost, half ghost, or something else," her mother said, looking at the girl. She seemed so scared and so lost, it was all Sam could do to keep from crying herself. But she needed to be strong and sure, for Rylie's sake. "You're still you," Sam finished, hugging her daughter tightly.

"And we love you, Rylie, no matter what."

Sam felt Rylie shudder, heard her gasp as she broke down in sobs in her mother's arms. She stroked her daughter's hair, running her fingers through it the way she used to do when she was so much smaller than she was now.

"You're going to be okay, Rylie," she whispered into her daughter's hair.

"It'll be okay, I promise."

The girl buried her face in her mother's shoulder. She felt so lost, she felt like she couldn't do this, and here was her mother, trying to make her feel better. And it was working. Realizing that she still had her family, that they still cared about her even though she was an abomination to even half ghosts… It made her feel so much better.

After a good ten minutes of just hugging and crying, Rylie sniffled, pulling away from her mother. Her eyes were red from crying and she had to rub them to see properly again, but she put on a small smile. "Th- Thanks, mom," she said softly, "I feel a lot better now."

"I know this has to be hard, Rylie. But just know, you can always come and talk to me, or your dad, or Aunt Jazz," she replied. "Okay? There's no need to bottle it up."

Rylie quietly nodded. She didn't really feel up to talking at the moment, but she appreciated everything her mother said. She hadn't thought of it like that. Her dad was half ghost, he had to have half died like she did.