Okay, so I did another fic for the 'monster' prompt.
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Flare
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"The monster you're afraid of turning into doesn't exist."
Maddie's gloves (white, not black, why couldn't they be black) twitched around the grip and stock of the ectogun she was assembling. It would be powerful. Powerful enough to vaporize a newly-formed ghost.
"Danny," she said, turning to face her son (if she could still call him that), "you shouldn't be down here."
"Neither should you," said Danny.
"I know. That's what I'm trying to fix."
Danny flinched. "That's not what I meant."
"I know, sweetie, but it's already remarkable that I retained so much of myself. It's only a matter of time before I-" She broke off, shaking her head. "The last thing I can do for you is make sure I don't become a problem you three have to take care of."
"Then go to the Ghost Zone!" said Danny. "Wait and see. Don't do this. This is crazy!"
Maddie sighed (the motion was as strange as it was familiar, now that she didn't need to breathe). "Danny-"
"You won't become a monster, or go crazy, or anything that you and Dad talk about! I know you won't."
"You can't know that."
"I can!"
"How?" snapped Maddie, forcing down her temper (her temper that was so much more volatile than in life).
"Because I've been dead for two years!"
If Maddie's heart hadn't been still for the last week, it would have stopped when she saw her son's eyes flare green.