Danny Fenton (
schrodingersghost) wrote in
paradisa2013-04-13 07:59 am
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[It had started slowly, with just the faintest stain of blood tinged ectoplasm on his hands. Danny hadn't recognized at first, and figured he must have just rubbed some dirt on his hands.
He'd never been accused of being very observant.
But it wouldn't rub off, no matter how much he scrubbed. Wouldn't phase off, no matter how much he tried. And it kept getting larger and darker. Glowing green ectoplasm and bright red blood, all mixed up together and dripping off his hands.
But it doesn't end there. A single phrase begins to appear on his arm, just where it would have been covered by his gloves as a ghost.
You're a freak! Not a ghost. Not a boy. Who could love a thing like you?
He can't rub this off either, no matter how desperately he tries. FInally, in frustration, he reaches for the journal.]
What the heck is going on here!
He'd never been accused of being very observant.
But it wouldn't rub off, no matter how much he scrubbed. Wouldn't phase off, no matter how much he tried. And it kept getting larger and darker. Glowing green ectoplasm and bright red blood, all mixed up together and dripping off his hands.
But it doesn't end there. A single phrase begins to appear on his arm, just where it would have been covered by his gloves as a ghost.
You're a freak! Not a ghost. Not a boy. Who could love a thing like you?
He can't rub this off either, no matter how desperately he tries. FInally, in frustration, he reaches for the journal.]
What the heck is going on here!

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[He has an idea from other things he's seen in the journal, but he can't be entirely sure.]
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[Danny just knew that 5 would worry if he saw this. No way did he want that to happen.]
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There isn't anything I can do to help, is there? Because I-I'd like to help.
[He's trying to hide it, but there's definitely distress in his voice.]
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Is something wrong, Five?
...More than the obvious, I mean.
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I-I'm just... worried about you. That's all. I'm fine...
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[Now Danny was getting worried about him.]
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[He pauses for a moment, hesitating.]
Unless, um... you know how to sew. I could use a bit of help with something-- b-but it's no big deal if you can't! Don't worry about it.
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What happened?
[Danny forgets for a moment about what his hands looked like right now.]
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No offense, but I t-think it'd be better if... someone who's done it before will help. It would be, um... it would be bad. If it went wrong.
[He takes a deep breath, nervous.]
My eyepatch is burned. I need it taken off, and a new one put on...
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[Not physically, at least.]
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The same time all this other stuff showed up?
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I want it to go away, though. I really...
[He sighs, sounding tense.]
Just want it to go away.
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