He'd been in the bubble for weeks.
Danny groaned, flopping backwards and spreading his arms out in a mockery of a snow angel. He had lost track of time, lost interest in what was going on, lost the last vestiges of curiosity about 'What bodily functions do I have?'
Apparently, as long as he didn't think about them, his organs didn't exist.
Initially worried that vivisection was on the menu, days and weeks ticked by without even the barest mention of that sort of thing. Apparently the dudes in white just wanted to see why his behavior was 'markedly erratic'.
Recently, though... things had been getting weird. The GIW had started tossing ghosts of various types into his containment, observing while they fought. The fact that most of them were only semi-sentient didn't help his attempts to truce it out, but what could you do? They were removed after he blasted them into submission.
Skulker had showed up once, in his blobby little form, yelling various forms of 'I will destroy you' at the observers and pretty much leaving Danny alone. Well, he had shot a blast of goo at his face when Danny had laughed at his predicament, but the teen felt he deserved that.
A ripple slid through the containment bubble, hinting that something was going to happen today. He looked up through white hair, at the off-brand fenton thermos they were attaching to the new opening.
He waited.
A flurry of blue and a swirl of colors, and a small figure was dumped into his space.
His initial thought was amusement, followed by worry, especially when she didn't get up right away.
"Hey, you okay?"
Dani groaned, throwing an arm over her face.
"This is so embarrassing."
He patted her shoulder, grinning awkwardly himself.
"Well, if you're whining you must be alright. Captured by the creeps, huh?"
"It's not that," came the muffled voice behind the crook of the girl's elbow."I overheard them talking."
Danny crossed his legs, watching as Dani sluggishly followed suit. It was clear she didn't want to continue what had been overheard.
"They, uh...want us to... erm, I mean.."
"I won't fight you."
He heard a quiet rustle of movement beyond the containment bubble, and interested voices murmuring, but he ignored them.
Dani was ducking her head, avoiding eye contact and anxiously folding and re-folding her arms in front of her chest.
"It's not that, they...uh... Theyantstomete"
She clapped her hands over her face, making a quiet whine of humiliation. Meanwhile, Danny was trying to pick out what had been said.
"They want...something...meet?"
"Noouuuuu"
"Danielle, I can't understand you when you're talking into your hands."
She peeked between her fingers, still mortified.
"They want you to mate."
A beat of silence.
Danny could feel the cogs turning in his head, going over the ghosts that had been shoved in here, lately. Blobs, Skulker, some sort of lady nurse ghost, Kitty.
He blinked.
"Ew,"
"I KNOW, RIGHT?"
Danny looked at her, something clicking into place.
"They want me to WHAT? Dude, Gross!"
"I KNOOOOW"
"You're like, My sister or something!'
"Cousin!"
"Weird genetic daughter"
"Like if you made a duplicate and then fucked the duplicate and somehow one of you had a ghost baby."
Danny paused, mouth open to continue that previous thought, but a bit sidetracked by that last statement. Dani grinned.
"It's not gay if you're dead."
Danny grimaced.
"First of all, ew, second: Language."
Danielle raised a particular finger at him.
"You're not my real dad."
"Excuse me?"
From beyond the walls of the containment bubble, the Guys in White were recording the interaction with a sort of disbelieving interest.