C for Chance
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Isn't that what everyone needs? A second chance?
-Quote from Clockwork, The Ultimate Enemy
A heavy silence fell upon the four that was sitting in the living room of the Fenton household, daring anyone to start the conversation. It was already too late when they nearly ripped their son apart molecule by molecule. It was unforgivable—an unforgivable action that they surely don't deserve any forgiveness.
The fact that their son was still in his ghost form didn't help at all, nothing but a painful reminder of the past 24 hours. But the ghost boy had to stay like that. He had to recover from the scars on his chest and limps. The scars that they gave him.
His spectral tail waved back and forth. He knew he was going to be the one who breaks the silence. No one else would. His parents are too guilty to say anything while his sister—
Where is his sister anyways? She was just here a minute ago…
Not his main concern now anyways. "Look, I know I should have told you guys who—what I was, but I wanted to wait until you trust Phantom, not just because I was your son or anything."
Another wave of uncomfortable silence fell upon them once again after Danny finished that statement.
He chuckled dryly. "But I guess it's too late now, isn't it?" He gestured the wound on his torso. "I need you to know though, I'm not evil or anything. All I ever wanted was to protect Amity Park, I don't have a grand scheme or whatever."
He wasn't really angry or anything, his parents didn't know after all. But you would have thought that at least they would suspect their son was a half ghost after so many months. They actually did suspect, but the knowledge of 'half ghosts don't exist' stopped them from investigating further. He had every right to be bitter about his parents' ignorance.
The green ectoplasm had already lessened significantly from the oozing wound, they were starting to heal, but the pain would always be in his heart. Even if his parents didn't know, it was still an unforgivable act to dissect their own son. Even if he's a ghost.
Why does what you are matter so much anyways? So maybe you're a ghost, or an alien, or some other random life forms. Why are you judged base on your species? You're your own individual, how can someone judge you but what you are. Why does gh—
"Danny, I'm so sorry…" His mother said, unable to look at him. "You may not ever forgive me again, after what I did… I would understand. But I have to apologize what I did to you, not just because you are my son… Also because you are Phantom. I have to apologize as a ghost hunter."
He looked up at his mother, as Jack squeezed Maddie's hand to encourage her.
"I should have listened to you a long time ago when you tried to explain to me. I never listened. Just now when I really sat down and think—I realized how wrong I was all along. You really tried to prove to us that you're good."
Danny just realized that Jazz, Sam and Tucker were standing by his doorway, giving him support with smiles and slight nods.
"We've done such horrible things without thought, and we truly regret that." Maddie said and exchanged a glance with Jack. "Would you… Give us another chance?"
"A second chance. Isn't that what everyone needs?" He remembered Clock Work saying that. He personally messed a big time too, if Clock Work had not given him another chance; not only would the world in utter chaos, he would also have died because of the Observant.
"Yes. You deserve a second chance."
Can I make it any cheesier? It's quite hard to write, I hope I got the emotions just okay.