Danny Fenton (
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paradisa2013-06-12 08:21 pm
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[It had been a rough month for Danny. Actually make that a rough couple of years. A rough life.
Just... the last month had reached new depths of misery for him. It wasn't enough that the castle had made keeping his secret identity nearly impossible by taking away his ability to lie. It wasn't enough that he'd been trapped here for months going stir crazy with no ghosts to fight.
No, on top of all that he just had to gain all these new nightmares courtesy of the Event Horizon. He had to deal with memories of actually being tortured. Not just the nightmares he'd always had of being dissected. This was worse, because it had come so close to happening for real. And some part of his mind had thought his parents would approve of it.
How did you deal with something like that?
Danny had tried. Oh, he had tried. He'd stopped sleeping. He'd picked fights and blasted trees with ice and ecto energy until he couldn't stand up any more. But nothing helped.
And after a few weeks of this? Danny just couldn't bring himself to care any more. He was exhausted, and he was so tired of being angry all the time. He was tired of being scared. He was tired of people telling him that he had nothing to worry about.
He just wanted all of it to be over.
And so he finally grabs his journal and dictates a rambling and only slightly coherent challenge, the sort of announcement that could only be made while under the influence of sleep deprivation and complete emotional exhaustion.]
You know what? I don't care any more. All the people going on about how nice and understanding everyone in this castle is about people with freakish powers? Fine. You win. The castle and its stupid no lies curse and its thing against secret identities wins.
And when someone shows up to drag me off for lots and lots and painful experiments, maybe I won't even say I told you so.
I'll just say it right now. I'm a ghost! Happy? I'll say it again. Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost, GHOST! And I'm human. And no I don't know how it works, so don't even ask.
[And with that he trails off into mutterings too soft for the journal to pick up.]
Just... the last month had reached new depths of misery for him. It wasn't enough that the castle had made keeping his secret identity nearly impossible by taking away his ability to lie. It wasn't enough that he'd been trapped here for months going stir crazy with no ghosts to fight.
No, on top of all that he just had to gain all these new nightmares courtesy of the Event Horizon. He had to deal with memories of actually being tortured. Not just the nightmares he'd always had of being dissected. This was worse, because it had come so close to happening for real. And some part of his mind had thought his parents would approve of it.
How did you deal with something like that?
Danny had tried. Oh, he had tried. He'd stopped sleeping. He'd picked fights and blasted trees with ice and ecto energy until he couldn't stand up any more. But nothing helped.
And after a few weeks of this? Danny just couldn't bring himself to care any more. He was exhausted, and he was so tired of being angry all the time. He was tired of being scared. He was tired of people telling him that he had nothing to worry about.
He just wanted all of it to be over.
And so he finally grabs his journal and dictates a rambling and only slightly coherent challenge, the sort of announcement that could only be made while under the influence of sleep deprivation and complete emotional exhaustion.]
You know what? I don't care any more. All the people going on about how nice and understanding everyone in this castle is about people with freakish powers? Fine. You win. The castle and its stupid no lies curse and its thing against secret identities wins.
And when someone shows up to drag me off for lots and lots and painful experiments, maybe I won't even say I told you so.
I'll just say it right now. I'm a ghost! Happy? I'll say it again. Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost, GHOST! And I'm human. And no I don't know how it works, so don't even ask.
[And with that he trails off into mutterings too soft for the journal to pick up.]
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Do we feel better after that outburst?
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And have I mentioned how much I hate having to tell the truth all the time?
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Possibly. And incidentally, I kind of already guessed. What with the asking about how people felt about ghosts in my world and all.
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[He snorts bitterly.]
Figures. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a secret identity when you can't tell a single lie?
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That's your loss, I take it, and not some ridiculous moral code.
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Yeah, and it sucks.
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No way of getting around it, telling little white lies?
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I've tried. It doesn't work. I can refuse to answer questions, but thats about it.
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Huh. The castle is a fickle bitch.
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[A beat.]
You said you were a vampire, right?
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That's right.
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At least with the ghosts they don't assume that I'm evil for existing. I even get invited to christmas parties. But how sad is it that my enemies are more openminded than my parents?
....I didn't mean to say that.
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Parents can be...difficult.
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