This is where things are going to get really gritty for Danny, read at your own risk XD.
Danny opened his eyes, and raised a hand firing his ecto ray. The vision of being stabbed was still fresh and he sat up. It took him moments to realize he was back in the bare room of the game, he panted heavily. He tried hard to not hyperventilate. He closed his eyes and cradled his head and let himself calm down.
"Ugh, I feel sick." He moaned.
Curiosity was getting to him, he let the two bright rings appear and changed back to his human self. Nervously, he raised his shirt; he peeked at his abdomen where the stab wound he had gotten from that attack, it was gone.
He felt relieved, he wasn't dead, that would've definitely been the end of it if he wasn't in this game.
"So like all games, if you die you restart from the beginning, but then..."
He paused, stress and anger started to fill him.
"Am I going to relive that nightmare again, the taunting, those lies and that copy of me..?"
One way to find out.
"Looks like I don't have much of a choice." He stated.
He picked himself off the ground. He chose not to transform back into ghost for the time being and save his energy.
He heard a voice.
"I walked.
I could do nothing but walk..."
Danny searched the sound of it, and saw the bare table in the corner, he also heard shuffling, then he saw what he was looking at...a paper bag, soaked with blood on the bottom of it.
"And then, I saw me, walking in front of myself, but it wasn't really me. Watch out. The gap in the door, it's..a separate reality. The only me is me, which one is the real you?"
The thing became silent. Danny only felt himself getting more nauseous by the second ( and freaked out) the more he stared at it.
He opened the door and sure enough the same corridor had not changed. He made a mental note to look out for anything weird or if something will attack him. The hallways were not lit up like they were in the start of the game, so it made it dark and eerie. Outside the windows, it was still raining, and he found out he couldn't make an escape that way, because metal bars were placed on the windows.
"I'm pretty much trapped in this place. Whose idea was it to make such a game like this that's so twisted?" He whispered.
He stopped walking to figure it all out. He knew that if he stopped something would possibly happen or attack him again, but he needed to think, what did all these things really mean? He had some clue pop in his mind, and if Jazz was here she would probably know even better than he did.
The game,...seems to have a theme for psychological stuff. He didn't know what else, he wasn't a therapist expert like her.
"The more I stay in this freaky place, it looks like each level gets worse."
A door creaked. Danny flinched.
The door to the staircase had opened itself.
But why, exactly?
He readied himself, and put in mind that the moment he said "it gets worse" it opened. As if the game was cuing to him that he solved a puzzle. A part of it, it looked like. He wasted no more time, he ran to the door, went down the staircase and through the door.
Same hallway as usual.
And someone crying again.
This time he could detect what voice it was, after replaying the memory in mind of the person he saw a little while ago, it was his own sobbing.
But so far this was the creepiest part; the hallway's lights were a crimson red. Part of Danny wanted to run, but that has never been an option, he stayed calm and composed. He decided to quickly transform. The red lights made his green eyes a dark purplish hue and turned his white hair a soft,light pink.
He turned the corner and into the still-red path, but didn't spot anything.
"That's the same place I was stabbed, I gotta be careful, that person may get me."
He made it to the area of the entry door of the house, what he didn't expect next almost made him have a heart attack...A deafening crash.
Danny covered his head, he heard glass breaking and it quieted, he opened his eyes slowly, a upper window in front of the chandelier had fell and broke. Didn't seem to stop or bother the person of himself crying, which he heard was getting louder.
He went through the last door. He was slightly shakened by the broken window, his ears were ringing. The crying was still there, as well as the red lighting, and as soon as he turned the corner, the crying stopped...
He heard laughter.
Who was laughing? He wondered. He prepared himself. But what he saw next, it would take a lot more than just preparation. He looked up where that window had fallen...there were 5 figures hanging with ropes...he heard a scream...he didn't realize it was his own screaming from the horrible scene he was witnessing...
His father, mother, Jazz, Tucker, and Sam...were dead and hung by ropes on their necks, their expressions and eyes closed and lifeless.
Danny fell to his knees and cradled his head, and stayed that way for a moment, then the desire to want to fly up to them came..but he was frozen.
"Augh! Why can't I move?!" He cried. He jerked his body and limbs as hard as he could.
"Tsk, tsk. I don't want you tainting my work of art just yet.."
He heard his own voice talking to him...he looked up to discover that there was an upstairs to the house and he just now noticed. With his ghost night vision he quickly focused to find whoever just spoke.
"Do you like it? They all squealed like pathetic pigs, but I managed."
He watched the person wear a smug grin, smacking his palms together as if wiping off paint from a project. Danny gasped in horror;
He was looking..at the same thing, or "himself"that had stabbed him awhile ago, same black and white jumpsuit with the emblem on the chest, and the deathly red eyes...
Danny didn't need to ask, he already knew who was responsible, that evil "creature" he was glaring at. He found that he could move now, he flew up, ready to fire not an ecto Ray, but a good taste of his ice power, his lime green eyes turned into a cold blue, giving this murderer the most most threatening killer stare he could conjure up.
The other one of himself made a small yawn as if bored or unimpressed, then chuckled and lazily folded his arms.
"It's going to take more than your little ice tricks to hurt me, we have the same powers, only..." He smiled a crazy grin,
"I'm better and stronger, and I've just gotten started." He slowly began to fade then disappeared.
"Come back here!" Danny yelled furiously.
He then remembered, he dropped his rage and put his attention to his family and friends. He outstretched his hands and sliced the ropes in half with his Ray, and they collapsed to the ground.
What I am I doing? I think I'm running on temporary insanity, there's no way they're all still alive, but what else can I do?!
He checked each of their pulses, none were breathing. He knew as much.
After lining them in a single row in front of the main door, he stood up and went into the hallway by the bathroom door. Only to lean on the wall and slump on the floor, his legs couldn't help him stand up any longer.
"He's back..."
He curled into a ball and wrapped his arms around himself. He didn't want to go on like this anymore.
I know I have to keep going, but for how much longer? This house... This place, it's like it knows me..."
He heard the radio turn itself on and the familiar voice of the reporter announced:
"Such a fine evening ain't it folks? I have a good song to play here, give it up for Miss Mary Elizabeth McGlynn's "Shot Down in Flames," requested by a fine young man here Daniel Fenton, stay tuned there's more to come..."
Danny strained his ears the moment he heard his name being called, and sat up straighter, he knew he never met this reporter much less request such a song.
I am going insane...hahaha...hehehe...why not give a listen? Anything is better than having to be stuck in this screwed up loophole, it be a nice little break from things..
He shook his head hard, a little harder than he wanted, making his skull shake, and palmed one side of his face.
"No get a grip, you are not losing it yet, Phantom, you're studier than this..."
After a moment of gaining back his senses, the music, as if on cue, started to play.
A moderate, and upbeat guitar rhythm started...and a pleasantly female voice started singing the melody:
"Swear at the walls,
They make fun of me,
Day after day, eyes that follow me,
Is it you, again?
Could this be the end..forever?
(Guitar break)
See for your eyes, child's heart that cries,
Raven of flight flies, and the meaning dies.
As it was before, it will be no more, time does that.
(Guitar break )
Danny was oddly captivated, he couldn't help but like being distracted, anything to numb his surroundings that have done nothing but torment and scare him. He didn't know of the lazy smug that sat on his lips, he sat up, legs crossed and his head leaned against the cool, plastered wall. Forgetting about the dead bodies a few feet away, he no longer cared if they were real, or if Silent Hill was real, or that other Phantom was running amok or spying on him, all he cared about was the music.
(Chorus)
"Say it again, like you said,
Does it sound like you?
Where are you now?
Does the young one know you're here?
Breath on the glass
Once again, feel her pull you in,
Nobody leaves, "you" won't let you
You're afflicted."
The Halfa had been sitting there for a long time now. Low on energy, and the will to get up and continue. The song had already ended long before, A part of his brain was cursing and nagging at him to move, the other part refused to budge. Then something told him to get up, and check the bodies..
"Why would I do that? they're all dead, but..."
...
"Danny."
He shot his head up at the sound of his name, the dull color in his eyes flickered a brighter green, he scanned the walls and the rest of the hallways.
"Hello?" He called in a weak voice.
"Danny, come find me."
"Can't believe I'm doing this, and it's going to get me killed..." Danny rubbed his white hair and sighed, "Who are you? keep repeating my name,...Sam, is this you?" He risked his safety of being found by whoever was calling him.
It was a female voice, but one he hadn't heard before,
"We must meet, and for that to happen, you must get out of the corridor, I'll be awaiting your arrival..."
He remained still, and thought about the options.
It's definitely not Sam. This...sounds more like a kid and younger. Danny thought. "So this girl or maybe even a ghost wants me to go through the door, and she wants to help me?"
As he talked to himself, it took a moment for him to notice that he had stood up and leaned against the wall, which took him by surprise. He didn't remember at what point when he did. He continued to think. The pale light blue aura that usually glowed from his body had returned.
"But gotta consider she may be an enemy too, and possibly worse than that copycat of me."
He thought now, since he was standing up he finally decided to check on the corpses on the floor. He walked slowly and peeked over the edge of the wall leading to the front door.
They were gone.
A weight had been lifted off Danny's chest and a small grin began to form, and he couldn't suppress the light chuckle he made. He leaned back slightly and rested the back of his hand on the bridge of his nose.
"Man. So that whole time I was tricked. They weren't even real to begin with."
He looked at the final door, the familiar look of determination was back.
"No more cowering. Or letting any tricks get to me. I have to get home, or at least see this "girl".
He went forward, and ready.
Next update is going to take a little longer, I am now halfway done with this story. Need time to prepare the rest and the ending.