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phantomphangphucker · 3 years ago

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Phic Phight - Waiting For Fear To Come Dashing In

For: @conceiteddemon @charcoalhawk @emeraldsandamethyst @dekalko-mania @youmaycallmeyourhighness @q-gorgeous @ninjysworld @andoms-sience-assholery

A lot of things give Danny pain: bullies, the medical system, his own fucking body apparently. Fear isn’t a typical prescription option for pain though.

Did Danny know what was wrong with him? No. Regardless of the fact that it’s been slowly getting worse for-fucking-ever. And according to everyone else -doctors, nurses, his parents, heck even his friends!- nothing was wrong. Nothing. But he goddamn knew it wasn’t ‘nothing’; he could feel it for Ancients sake!

And he had finally! Finally. Come clean about it and what happens? Disbelief. Being completely written off. Insulted!

The ‘medical professionals/experts’ - ha! As if! Like they’d know anything about his medical needs- seemed to think it was all in his head. One nurse even had the gall to say he was just after drugs! Like Danny’s dumb enough to fall into drugs on top of his already complicated half-life! Besides… he’s pretty sure that stuff wouldn’t really work on him anyways; he was willing to try at this damn point though, if it helped even slightly. Vaguely. Nebulously. To whatever bullshit degree. Any amount would be a good amount.

Then his parents thought he was just trying to get out of schoolwork or to ‘have an excuse’ for his grades/lack of doing chores other than just being lazy. Which was kinda insulting but at least he could vaguely understand that logic. Their trust and faith in him was pretty scattershot at the best of times and completely pulverised into the fucking ground most other times. That one was on him. But fucking still. Whatever happened to parents being there for their kids?!? Ancients.

Jazz thought he was stressed or was suffering from some psychobabble phantom pain style stuff due all his injuries and ‘pushing himself too hard’. Her opinion was therapy. It was always therapy. Not fucking happening. And on top of that, as soon as she realised he wasn’t seemingly physically injured -even if he absolutely was physically hurting goddamnit- she immediately decided it was some mental bullshit and just… completely disregarded his arguments otherwise. He had to make sure not to cry out- scream when the pain woke him at night or kept him up, because if she asked and he was honest, she wouldn’t shut about ‘PTSD flash backs’. As if that was even whatever was happening here! It was may more frustrating then the doctors, nurses or their parents; because she was supposed to be on his side. She KNEW. But apparently knowing he was half freaking dead did nothing to stop her from, like always, deciding she knew his body better than he did. Which was some egotistical bullshit crap.

But the real piss off was that Sam and Tuck, his two best friends, were also writing this off as ‘just in his head’. What the fuck. No seriously. What. The. Fuck. Guys. It honestly felt like a slap in the face when even they gave him those pitying ‘you just need some rest and relaxation then you’ll come to your senses’ looks. They’ve been with him through enough weird body shit to know by now that the chances of something just being ‘nothing’ or ‘fake’ was fuck all zero! But apparently not he guesses.

So now here he is, stuck in yet another hospital waiting room (too early to have even grabbed a coffee beforehand for fucks sake), to see yet another doctor whoever, to get told yet again that he was imagining it or seeking drugs or currently on drugs or coming off of drugs or looking for attention, while being yet again completely by himself, because yet again no. one. actually. believed. him. But this fucking time he’s keeping his mouth shut about the whole damn visit and used a damn false name just so everyone would not look at him like that yet again.

Danny is officially firmly of the opinion of keeping his damn problems to his damn self. Firmly. For all of entity… or however long he kicked around for; which based on just how much goddamn pain he was in currently -like everything hurt- would hopefully be not much fucking longer if the universe has any kind of mercy left for him.

His joints felt like they were filled with sharp pop rocks candy that crackled at every little movement. His bones had damn acid in them that was simultaneously way too hot and way too cold; he didn’t even know he could feel cold anymore! All his senses were overstimulated and numb all at once in that horrible straining to hear people to the point where said straining makes you feel like you’re gonna burst your eardrums and simultaneously blow your brains out of your nose kinda way; but also like someone stuck your eyes and sinuses in a pressure cooker while bashing it with frying pans, the solid cast iron kind. His nails hand ants under them, his teeth felt like sandpaper against his gums, and his tongue felt thick enough to be actively choking him.

Hell! The only reason he was even bothering with coming here, because it was abso-fucking-lutely pointless and he knew it by now, was because he had torn off his finger and toenails in a really vain and really stupid attempt to block one pain out with another. Did it work? HA. Yeah right, with his luck? Never. But he absolutely refuses to let his so-called ‘close’, ‘caring’, ‘there for him’, loved ones know what he did. Because, fuck, would that fall out be bad. He had basically mutilated himself after all. And boy did that ever hurt. Still did. Which was really only compounding with all the other pains.

If he couldn’t goddamn act like he wasn’t in ungodly horrific pain then he’d be on the floor crying.

He kinda hated that he could act.

Maybe they’d actually believe him then but no, self-control and high pain tolerance wasn’t just something with an off switch apparently.

Fuck him.

But please, oh please, let the actually visible injuries heal before doctor whatever actually asks for him. He is not here for a grippy sock vacation. He’s here to not be in goddamn pain for once.

…

Not that he had his hopes up or anything.

That would be silly.

Really silly.

And would go against the very solid pattern that’s been established.

But apparently, he was too stupid to not be at least a little hopeful… Ancients he was an idiot.

Well pain does make people do stupid shit, and he was in pain goddamnit! But fuck, maybe he’ll just have to ‘live with it’, shut up about it forever, and try to push down it getting more and more and more. Hey maybe eventually it’ll actually get too much and he’ll just have a complete break down and then they’ll take him seriously!?! Huh?!? Wouldn’t that be just great?!? When he’s just so fucked up on pain that he just unclicks with his own consciousness and goes comatose or some shit. Fucking LOVELY future right there. Boy gee golly he just can’t wait!

God this room smelled like ass.

Why? on top of everything else? did it also have to stink in here? Can’t he have one teeny tiny thing? Like a waiting room that was properly clean?

And some old dude in the corner is definitely picking his nose. Which, through the power of suggestion, is making his own nose itchy. Course he can’t scratchy any part of said nose because he went and fucked up his fingernails. Well sure he could just rub semi-raw partly reformed nail bed on nose flesh but that would just hurt; and he’s established that increasing physical pain won’t decrease physical pain. Since, you know, it was actually physical pain not mental fabricated pain thank you very much.

He does actually glance to his ‘nails’ to consider it though. Just because something's stupid doesn’t mean Danny’s not going to at least consider it. But hey! turns out his healing is pretty damn solidly kicking his own dumb decisions ass! He doesn’t have nails, per-say, but he doesn’t not have them either. The… ants have not been reduced though, so a win and a loss.

But then, of fucking course, the universe decides to be a massive dick to him and Dash of all people walks in. Why? Just… WWWWWWHHHHHHHHHYYYYY?!?!?!?!?

Well okay, according to Dash -ugh- and the desk lady person, Dash fucked up his wrist doing the thing he loves most, next to beating people up… playing with balls. And fine maybe that thought gets a slight mean chuckle out of him, before the throat motion just makes him want to cry. He settles for gagging. At least that might be insulting to Dash if the guy hears.

Which he, of course, does.

Fuck.

The guy turning his head before smirking, “well if it isn’t little Fentina”, snickering and ‘bending down to be more on level with Danny’ in an extremely mocking manner, “what? Break a fingernail? Or oh! I know! Bite off your tongue because you were too busing yapping when you should learn to keep your trap shut”. Multiple people are glaring at the jock but well, obviously no one’s going to actually do anything, no one ever fucking does.

But Danny really doesn’t care if he pushes this asshole buttons. What’s the guy gonna do? Hurt him? Ha! Like that’ll make some kind of real difference. There’s no fucking point in being cautious of pain if he��s just always going to be in it. Rolling his eyes at the joke of a jock and not giving a damn if it feels like his eyelids are attempting to remove the outer layers of his entire fucking eyeballs, “wow I guess even the doctor can’t cure you of your horrendous sickness”.

“Oh and what sickness would that be, twerp”.

Danny puts in all the effort of causally inspecting his nails, which have grown ever so slightly past the edge of his nails beds, “only the sickness of being the living embodiment of the clown emoji”. God his fingertips felt like ice. He should not be able to feel his bones so acutely.

The jock actually gives up all pre-tenses of actually needing to be goaded into trying to pound Danny’s face in. He really shouldn’t practically encourage the bully but fuck if he cares anymore. Accepting his fate is apparently something he’s pretty good at, as he just effectively lets Dash grab his shitty torn-up shirts collar and drag him towards the back door. The physical skin-to-skin contact is honestly enough all on its own to get a faint pained hiss out of him. It’s a lot honestly. Like rubbing fresh scabbed scars that won’t ever actually heal.

Dash unceremoniously throws him at the crappy dumpsters, “ah the trash right where it… belongs…”, and trails off a bit, the bite to his words petering off some. Which is honestly expected because Danny’s kinda had enough, and they’re alone now, and maybe pain makes him give less of a flying damn, and he is one hundred percent pulling his angry eyes on Dash before outright charging the other teen; slamming Dash’s back hard into the door making it shut extremely loudly.

“Shut the actual fuck up, Dash”.

God everything fucking hurt. So. Goddamn. Much. Dash’s shitty little shirt is like grabbing a fist full of really pissed off porcupines that decided to role around in ground chilli powder. The pressure from the ground under his feet was too much and nothing all at once which was in and of itself too much to think about. And his cheeks, god fuck, this is exactly what it must feel like to try and stretch something that empathically can not be stretched.

And Dash is looking at him like he’s gonna piss himself. And that just pisses Danny off some more so he winds up ramming Dash into the door again, which the teen actually flinches from.

Damn it.

Now he feels like an absolute asshole.

Fuck.

This is the exact kind of shit he said he wouldn’t do.

This day is really really awful. But guess that’s what he gets for trying to improve the pile of shit life and death have apparently served to him.

God, he’s gonna give himself a depressive episode before everything else does him in at this rate.

But also… what the actual fuck is going on with Dash’s, uh, scent. Wet… kinda? sweet? the Hell? But Jesus fucking Christ he legit wants it. Growling at the teen and definitely scaring him more, which just makes Danny growl more honestly which is a super weird automatic reaction to have, before outright biting the guy and blitzing the fuck out.

Like a key in an ignition lock and all the pain just… vaporising. At least he’s aware enough to know he didn’t, like pierce Dash’s throat or whatever the actual fuck. His teeth were all ecto and just… going through skin. Which just opened the flood gates, like Danny accessed something he previously couldn’t or just didn’t know how.

On some primal ghostly level he knew. Understood. This was what he needed.

To make the pain go away.

To feed himself. His… Core? Yeah, Core.

Dash, meanwhile, is pretty much whimpering. But fuck that guy. Has Danny pretty much just shoved him to the ground? Yeah Danny thinks so… maybe. But he is definitely doing some weird predatory shit that he would one hundred percent not be okay with if he was even vaguely in the right state of mind. Which he decidedly was absolutely not.

But hey, being in blinding pain that’s been progressively getting worse for the better part of THREE FUCKING YEARS while also being: 1) ignored, 2) insulted, 3) dismissed, and 4) falsely pitied, over said PAIN kind of fucks with your head something fierce.

And Dash is just making it so much goddamn worse.

All.

The.

Fucking.

Time.

And goddamnit he wants. Wants whatever the fuck he’s getting here. And Dash can just shut up and deal because Ancients the jock has been such an absolute dickweed.

Fuck.

Dash, predictably, doesn’t shut up, “t-this is, this is the single mo-most sca-scary thing ever. W-what the actual fuck”.

And it clicks.

It really clicks.

That’s what this was.

Fear.

He was eating a humans -Dash’s, he reminds himself- fear.

That…

That should concern him. Should frighten him. But right now… fuck. He wants… NEEDS. He can absolutely feel his core practically screaming at him.

That’s what everything was. His core was… hungry… so it made all his… his, er, ectoplasm just go crazy in him. Hurt him.

Ancients that was messed up.

He was messed up. Not that that was anything new.

(And later ClockWork would effectively confirm that his Core was effectively making ALL the wounds he’d received over forever just… reopen on his spiritual/ghostly/spooky/whatever self. Along with some really interesting boiling/freezing crap. Which is a whole heaping load of really really fucking messed up for himself to do to himself. But message fucking received at least… after three full years anyway)

Danny’s mental musings give just enough distraction for Dash to actually manage to shove off the half-ghost, throwing him into the ground enough to absolutely concuss a regular person. Dash scrambling a bit down the wall and just staring down at Danny, who is currently electing to just… not move for a bit here.

Everything’s already starting to hurt again and he hates it. Kind of desperately hates it. But Ancients, what did he do? The pain was less sure, at a cost. And pain, even lessened, honestly felt worse when it came back after being blissfully gone.

Oh this was truly horrible.

Dash blinks harshly at him, damn near squeaking out, “holy fuck”, before shaking his head a fair few times and then really looks at Danny, “ah shit”, mumbling to himself, “I don’t even know if he can, I don’t know, die? like this?”. Danny is confused but can not be bothered enough to care, especially with that… that scent spiking.

That fear? scent… and taste if he’s honest with himself. He doesn’t want to hurt… and this is Dash. So he just kinda lets the sucking in, absorbing, feeding, or whatever, happen while Dash pushes himself up some. The jock shouting at the door, “hey! Hey! Could I, like, get a doctor over here right now!”, muttering down at Danny, “fuck Fenton, you picked a really crappy hospital to start dying at”.

Danny glares at the sky faintly, the slight pain of that making him clench his teeth, “hey… you picked it to, dickweed”, and starts hacking faintly and practically uncontrollably. It’s official, Danny’s just vibing, and hacking now, on the cold hard ground while actively leeching off Dash’s fear. Because damnit, his not about to feel guilty over feeding off of Dash’s fear of all people. He refuses.

Eventually Dash pipes back up, apparently regaining some of his nerve, “so… Phantom, Huh?”.

Danny wheezes, what the fuck honestly, “dick… weed”.

Dash just rolls his eyes at him before covering his mouth with his hands and hunching down on the ground, actively trying to recover from the damn good fright shaking Fenton… or Phantom… or however this worked, gave him. “Oh stuff it. It’s not like there’s another explanation. I’m a D student with no future outside football but I’m not blind”.

“Coulda fooled me”.

Dash actually stomps on Danny’s foot for that one which just makes Danny growl at him enough to make him ‘eep’ and jerk away. Danny smirking like a dumbass before shaking his head and looking up at the sky. The doctor or nurses weren’t coming were they. Groaning, “fuck”, and wheezing a little weirdly over the weird sweet sweat tang taste of what was apparently Dash’s fear literally seeping into his pores. God he can taste blood in the back of his throat and he’s not sure if that’s his own actual blood or just part of this fear taste bullshit, “this. This is super not great”.

“What?”, Dash snorts, “you laying on the ground in some alleyway, or you getting a kick out of scaring the crap out of me”.

“Did you… seriously just admit I, loser Fenton, scared you”.

Dash gives a very judgmental, “dude”, in response to that. But hey! At least Danny feels less like hot garbage made out of pain and needles and burnt hot sauce and acid ice now.

Danny scoffs anyway, “I didn’t get ‘a kick’ out of nothin-”.

Dash actually has the guts to cut him off, “oh bullshit. If anyone knows what the look of enjoying tormenting and scaring someone else looks likes, it’s me and you know it”.

Now that? that actually pisses Danny off a little bit. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, “I am nothing, fucking nothing, like you, Dash. So shove a sock in it or-”, baring his teeth a little, “-I’ll do it for you”.

Dash makes the wise decision to get up and put his hands up in surrender, and Danny can tell he’s startled the guy again. Wonderful… he’s not even sure if that ‘wonderful’ is sarcastic or not which is a fucking problem. Dash puts his hands back down and glares, “you dream you could be like me”, sighing and looking up at the sky like whatever the Hell is taking all his strength, before looking back down to Danny, “and if you ain’t ‘like me’ then what the Hell, man”.

Danny scowls at him, frustrated, and, frankly, still kinda in pain and with zero interest in actually getting up, “I don’t know, dude! It’s, like, some ghost fear feeding thing or whatever”, pausing and scowling to himself this time, snapping, “why am I even explaining this to you?!?”.

“I don’t know! Maybe it’s because you apparently freaking fed on my fear?!?! Is that seriously a thing?!?”.

“You’re asking me that like I know!”.

“WELL YOU’RE THE GHOST!”.

“FUCK YOU!”.

The shouting match inevitably turns into Dash lunging down at Danny and the two rolling around on the ground kicking and punching each other; both dealing with some serious misplaced aggression and pain (though Danny was ahead by miles in the pain department. Not by as much as he would have been previously though). The whole thing ending with Danny effectively pinning Dash to the ground.

Danny snapping, “Ancients you are such a dick!”.

Dash sputters and spits out some of the ground nasties, craning his head to look at Danny, “and apparently real pain makes you a dick too!”. Which actually makes Danny still and pause, giving a very monotoned shocked, “what”, in response. Dash rolls his eyes very aggressively at that, “oh come on, as if I don’t know what ‘Fenton in pain’ looks like”.

Danny honestly losses it a little at that, “WELL EVERYONE ELSE DOESN’T SEEM TO THINK SO!”, and his voice is loud/powerful enough to make the walls and ground shake a little.

Dash swallowing, startled, before replying to that load of horse crap, “why the fuck?!?”. Which Danny growls at, “I. Don’t. Know”, snapping, “it is fucking stupid and why are you the goddamn exception?!?”.

The two just stare at each other for a hot minute before Dash gives a response that is way too calm for either of their likings for a multitude of reasons, “Dale’s home life is kinda shit and adults prefer to pretend that shit just ain’t happening”.

“Oh”.

Apparently the shaking finally, finally, got someone to actually come out though. A nurse slamming open the backdoor and shouting, “what are you doing!?! Get off of him right this instant!”. Danny does actually snap his hands off of Dash’s arms/wrists immediately, scrambling up quickly -which his bones have a fair few fucking complaints to voice about that- followed by Dash. The lady takes one look at Dash before glaring at Danny again and snapping, “don’t go around harassing people who clearly need actual medical attention”.

Ten bucks says she’s read his bullshit ‘medical file’ aka all the notes all the previous whoever’s wrote calling him a crazed up druggy loonie or whatever else. Fun. No wonder the waiting room was taking so long. They were just waiting for him to give up and leave, and had no intention of actually getting him in to see anyone. Probably wouldn’t even bother the janitor with his -very real GO FUCK YOURSELF- problem(s). Ancients he kinda wants to punch her just to scare the crap out of her, which he is absolutely blaming that horrific train of thought on Dash.

Apparently, he also gets to blame Dash for saving him from a scolding and/or being banned from the premises. When the jock asshole, who’s slightly less of an asshole than he was previously, snaps right back, “hey yo lady, he actually needs actual medical attention to”. She gives Dash that kind of look that all adults give kids when they think kids have no fucking clue what they’re talking about purely because they’re kids. God Danny hates that look so damn much. And frankly, he is not in the mood right now; hence why he snarls at her slightly. Dash apparently is having none of it too, glaring, “lady just deal with both of us before I start smacking my wrist on the walls”. Which honestly just throws Danny through a loop, making him look to the taller teen, “why are you defending me”.

Dash responds while the nurse waves them in with an eye roll, “because I’m a dick, not a dickweed”.

“There are a million smarter ways you could have said that”.

“Oh shut up, Fenton”.

They both actually smirk after that surprisingly. But even more surprisingly, when they’re both ushered in, Dash insists on ‘sitting in’ with Danny for his ‘check up’ aka another bout of some doctor(s)/nurse(s) telling him he’s full of shit or his heads all kinds of fucked up. Danny is ten seconds away from thinking Dash is starting to go all hero worshiper on him but gets promptly saved from that train of thought by his body actually deciding that yeah no it’s had enough of this shit -fear feeding notwithstanding-

and makes blood start leaking out of his eyes.

Which of course results in that fear scent of Dash’s spiking, “oh my god”. And then the doctor coming in, which is also followed by some fear scent spiking. And then he pitches forwards, passing out like he’s kinda longed to do for fucking weeks, and then bashing his head -eye sockets specifically and simultaneously somehow- off of the ceramic counter thing before Dash and the doctor guy actually managed to catch his limp body. But hey! Yummy fear! And he was too fucked up to really be bothered by said yummy whatever the fuck.

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And what did Danny get to wake up to? Why doctor guys probable voice of course!

“Whatever it was did permanent damage to his eyes I’m afraid; he’ll need glasses”.

Wee. Fun. Not.

“Well maybe if someone other than me, which even I can see is fucked up that the loser’s -or whatever- personal bully believed him straight off but none of you other idiots did?!?”.

Was that seriously Dash? Now this Danny has to open his eyes for. At least he doesn’t feel like his entire orbital bone is being pressurised anymore!

Annnnnnnnnd… nothing. Darkness. He’s blind. Sweeeeeeeet. At least he’s sitting up.

“Oh sweetie let me get that for you!”.

Cool cool. Mom’s also here. With a caring tone that isn’t weirdly condescending/disappointed. Fancy that. And she apparently unwraps the bandages that were apparently around his head and eyes. So not blind then. Good honestly, but better than good is the skin contact doesn’t feel like someone’s trying to smush flaming gooping marshmallows into his face.

The doctor, because of course, has objections, “ma’am you really shouldn’t-”.

“Oh hush, I’m a doctor too and unlike you I know my boys healing”.

Dash audibly scoffs, “and yet you couldn’t see he was actually hurting?”; once the bandages are off full Danny can clearly see that Dash’s -why does it have to be him who’s protecting him?- arms are crossed.

“He didn’t actually seem-!”.

Danny interrupts at this point, largely because he was honestly still kinda pissed with his parents, mom included, “enough. Y’all are giving me a headache”. Dash, the ass, actually snorts at that, “well duh, you cracked your head off a sink, man. What’d ya expect, turd”.

Ah okay, so unimaginative name-calling was still a-okay, hero-worship or no, Danny scaring the guy or no, and the dude being not-a-dickweed or no.

His mom glares at Dash, “don’t you dare insult my b-”. With Danny cutting her off again, “mom no”, shaking his head and glaring at her, “just no”; and tries not to stare, or flinch, at the fear scent thing coming off her slightly or the fact that he can actually see it wafting off her body. What the actual fuck? Guess his eyes did actually get fucked with. Wonderful. Here he was thinking he was in the clear just ‘cause his vision seemed fine. Whelp, maybe glasses will magic that little side-effect away.

(Wonderfully they, in fact did, but less wonderfully they also fogged up black and literally wafted off black mist whenever he did pick up any kind of fear. Had he passed that off as some weird-ass sunglasses? Yes, abso-fucking-lutely yes. Did Dash believe that? No, since for once the jock was choosing to not be a stupid meathead. Queue ‘someone’s got Venom eyes but for fear not flesh’ insults, which damnit, were at least marginally clever half the time. The only saving grace was he could still see through the black fogging and said black fogging apparently destroyed the ‘prescription’ the glasses once had, which was nice since that ‘prescription’ actually made it harder to see. But whatever. Not like that matters much when he just. kept. on. destroying the damn things. Superpowers plus glass equals bad; even if they were FentonWorks grade reinforced).

Fuck his half-life.

Dash looking smug right now doesn’t help. So Danny snaps a death glare at him too and tries to make it look as murderous as possible. Getting a solid jerk, yelp, and fear scent/waft for his efforts; which Danny relents and rolls his eyes at. Dash scowling and working to compose himself, huffing, “well whatever. Since no one’s gonna be bleeding out from their eyes or whatever I’m gonna go and actually get my shit fixed”. The doctor seems to relax a little at that.

Danny just blinks, did Dash seriously refuse medical treatment till he was ‘okay’. Ugh should that be creepy, or touching, or just fucking weird. Blinking at the jock, “dude”.

“Oh don’t ‘dude’ me”, Dash scowls, turns on his heel, and stalks off. Quickly being carted away by a nurse or something. Did Dash just call out his self-sacrificial tendencies? Or is Danny just reading way too much into things. It was easier to think -overthinking included- now after all.

Ancients how long had it been since everything had just been… pain? Too long clearly; fuck. But also, Dash better keep his whatever to his damn self. ‘Cause frankly?

Danny firmly wants to tell no one about the fear feeding because as far as he’s concerned they have no goddamn right to know. Not now, not ever.

Trust, Danny’s decided, wasn’t something that someone could ‘earn back’ from him. Especially over him being in pain. Even more especially when he wasn’t about to forget the absolute Hell worth of pain his body, core specifically, decided to put him through, WHICH COULD HAVE HONESTLY BEEN EASILY FIXED IF SOMEONE HAD JUST. FUCKING. LISTENED. They believed him now… probably… but that changed jack fuck all in his opinion. Like, seriously.

(And Dash later on telling him that it shouldn’t change anything anyway was something Danny wasn’t going to think about. Because agreeing with Dash was all kinds of ick. But there was a slight positive of Dash being slightly less dickish towards him and Danny laughed his ass off at all the guys Phantom posters miraculously disappearing. Plus it was very easy to startle Dash now; which, yeah, fuck if he cares about scaring/fear-feeding off Dash of all people. The jock seemingly tolerating it was decidedly weird though; honestly? the guy probably viewed it as ‘helping out his hero’ in a weird way… which wasn’t even wrong. Dude clearly realised Danny’s… fear issue was a need, annoyingly enough.

Dash legitimately approaching him with the ‘you could just join the football team and start wailing on the nerds’ option for dealing with his ahem ‘fear issues’ was absolutely not a welcome one though and absolutely turned into another mild floor brawling match. Danny did, however, agree to teaming up with the football bros to scare the absolute crap out of Dale’s parents; and maybe said scaring involved overly graphic descriptions of what being denailed feels like that were way too detailed to be anything other than legitimately recent first-hand experience).

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Prompts:

Conceited: Stuck in a hospital waiting room Arioz; Danny needs glasses. His ghost powers do not make this easy Emeraldsandamethyst; Danny develops or is made aware that he *has* to eat fear or he'll slowly starve his core. If he didn’t know maybe his ghost powers start glitching out until he gets some fear. Could be angsty and its the worst thing ever or could be a bit silly maybe he gets enough fear from jump scares and dumb things like that Dekalkmania; The longer Danny's been Phantom, the more pain he's starting to have. Upon being taken to the hospital, he gets told there's nothing physically wrong with him, the pain is all in his head. All his past wounds have healed completely. So then why does it hurt so much? Highness; Denailing quishaweasley; Identity reveal. Dash finds out Danny is Phantom. What happens? Could be swagger bishie or not, either or is okay. Ninjy; "This is a pain you'll never forget... I'll always be with you." Ashiel; Unhinged/Feral Danny. go buckwild. (if he bites someone while undercaffinated all the better)

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phantomphangphucker · 4 years ago

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Ectober Day 3: Mistake - How Sleeping Ghosts Lie

Danny had to get a little creative when it came to creature comforts, considering how hectic his half-life was. But that’s lead to him having some... less than human habits. Though really, when it’s common for your blankets and pillows to get set on fire, blown up, frozen, brought to life, or otherwise destroyed. It only made sense to just say ‘fuck it’ and use your own tail instead.

To say Danny was tired would be an understatement. An uhn-dr-steit-muhnt.

So he’d seriously like to sleep right now. But no. Instead he has class. With Mr. Lancer. The hardest of hard asses on him about the whole ‘pay attention’ thing. Which fine, okay, guys heart was in a superb place; but seriously, he needs sleep waaaaaaay more than Gregorian poetry and the Dadaism art movement he keeps going on tangents about for some reason.

Maybe he found a new interest to fixate on? Oh whatever.

Anyway, Danny needs sleep and he’d like to get it right now thank you very much. And he was exhausted enough to sleep right through Mr. Lancer snapping at him to wake up, kinda a nice bonus right now; bad sign for his health though. Regardless, sleepy time.

Over half the class sigh at the unmistakable sound of one Danny Fenton’s head hitting his desk. Including Mr. Lancer, who puts down the whiteboard marker and glances over his shoulder purely to make sure he was about to snap at the right student; Daniel had a pranking streak a mile long after all and had gotten other students to pretend to be asleep purely to embarrass whatever teacher blamed him without checking only to turn around and see a smug smirk across the boy’s face.

Lancer isn’t surprised in the slightest to see Daniel’s face smushed against the desk, arms positioned over his head awkwardly; boy’s going to get a kink like that, “Daniel, please try to pay attention and wake up”, tossing one of the markers near the floor by him; even the slightest sound or movement out of the unusual always woke him up with a snap. It was almost concerning actually.

Furrowing his brow when all that happens is one of Daniel’s arms flopping off his head and dangling off the edge of the desk. A couple of the teens also furrowing their brows or quirking them, some even snickering. Kwan actually kicks his feet, causing them to sick out sideways towards the window oddly; but still not waking the other teen. Star goes from giggling to actually looking genuinely concerned, sticking up her hand, “uh Mr. Lancer? Maybe we should let him sleep for once”.

Jesse leans back, snorting, “yeah, he’d say that he’s ‘dead to the world’”. Mr. Lancer just sighs in the slacker's direction, Jesse was a more genuine problem child; she just didn’t care at all, unlike Daniel. Though he guesses if Daniel is really that tired he can let this slip for once. This is still going on the test though.

Five minutes go by with the class going on effectively like normal; every one more than a little pleased by the fact that Danny doesn’t snore. Sure the desk was definitely covered in drool, but that was only annoying for the janitor.... or who ever poor freshman who doesn’t know any better and sits there. Everyone made a point to remember where that boy sat and promptly never sat in that desk. Considering the tendencies for questionable stains and the fact that it can to bloody well life before, everyone’s agreed that’s a wise decision. Last year one of the freshmen even got bit by meat, or something, stuck under it.

And combining that with the desk's occupant having a tendency to constantly disappear, most people paid at least some attention to him/the desk. Even if it was only out of curiosity or paranoia. Didn’t help that in classes where the teachers had totally given up any pretence of controlling the boy he had a free pass to just leave without any warning or asking. Which sure, lead to less disruptions and Danny not looking like a stressed-out chihuahua. But it also led to the boy seemingly literally disappearing. One minute he’s there, the next gone; everyone pretty sure no one actually saw him leave. Though someone did catch him crawling out the window once.

Kwan especially had a tendency of keeping a general eye on Danny’s desk in English class, considering he always seemed to be seated directly across from the strange teen. Which yes, had given him the ability to use the excuse ‘Danny’s desk ate it’ in all seriousness and actually be believed. It had also given him the unforgettable experience of being right next to a randomly exploding desk once though. So he thinks things might be evened out.

Regardless, he keeps an eye on that desk... and literally anything Danny laid next to it. Nothing today though, which was hopefully a positive sign.

Or did he bring stuff? Kwan honestly can’t remember. Eh might as well check. He’d rather not have another ‘ecto-pistol in the bag and accidentally pointed at his head but thankfully just blasted apart the ceiling when it accidentally went off’ incident. Waiting till Mr. Lancer looks back to the board yet again to write more shit no one cares about except the nerds, to glance to the side and back forwards.

Yup. No bag. Good. But then he pauses and squints at the whiteboard, because yeah no definitely no bag but was something not right? He thinks something was not right. Ah Zone, this better not be another ‘living desk’ moment. Risking another quick glance, which only makes him even more confused. Because the desk was fine. Danny was... not? He was still asleep that’s for sure, but Kwan’s pretty sure Danny has two legs and two feet, and neither were that thick.

Needless to say Kwan immediately snaps his head back towards Danny, no longer giving half a damn if Mr. Lancer notices or not. Looks down and proceeds to blatantly stare, eyes wide and mouth popping open a little. What.... what the.... what the fuck??? No seriously, what??? Kwan’s eyes move a little, following the motion of the tail? As it does a little lazy swish across the ground and slightly in the air. A bit of it is even curled under Danny’s head like a pillow, man it’s long.

Kwan shakes his head a little and slowly inches his shoe over and gives it -him?- a little poke. Attempting to confirm if this is real. Glancing at the sleeping teens face as Danny shifts slightly and the tail? -seriously, what the ever-loving fuck???- moves slightly out of the way.

Alright. Real it is.

Kwan blinks, just to make extra sure he hasn’t gone insane or started hallucinating out of extreme poetry-induced boredom. Opening his mouth more and blurting out, “Fenton... what the fuck man”.

Mr. Lancer sighs, speaking towards the whiteboard, “language, Mr. Ishiama”, turning to actually face one of the ‘prized’ -more like idolised- football stars, and seeing the teen paying absolutely zero attention; instead he’s staring dumbfounded at Daniel. Which... isn’t promising. Unsurprisingly, like whenever some kind of Daniel-related disturbance happened, the entire class turns to look to the teen at Kwan’s words. Mr. Lancer, of course, does the same, but he likes to think his reasons were more positive.

Lancer drops the marker he was holding to the ground, turning around fully to face the class with raised eyebrows, “Lord Of The Flies!”. It doesn’t take anything more than that to get the rest of the class going. Some even getting up or falling out of their chairs.

“Holy Shit Fenton”.

“Uh, should we wake him?”.

“Okay seriously, that can’t be normal? Right? RIGHT?”.

“His does have that weird ecto-contamination though?”.

“Oh my... it’s actually kinda... cute?”.

“Ecto-contamination my ass, he doesn’t have legs”.

“Hahaha hahah ha he looks like a Naga”.

“Shut up nerd”.

“I wonder if he even knows?”.

“I mean, this has to be a ghostly ecto thing?”.

“How the shit wouldn’t he?”.

“How do you think, moron. Maybe this just happens when he sleeps?”.

“I bet his freak parents are to blame. Probably some experiment gone wrong”.

“HA. That would track”.

“Maybe a ghost pranked him and stole his legs?”.

“That’s stupid”.

“Wonder of he could, like, hold stuff with it”.

“I’ll show you stupid”.

At that point Lancer has to step forward to stop the minor brawl that’s starting, “enough, Wuthering Heights, no fighting in class”, pushing Lily and Emily apart; who scowl at each other. Looking to Daniel, at this point basically everyone is standing up and around Daniel’s desk; unabashedly staring at or poking the occasionally swishing wiggling tail. Some was curled around his waist, some of it on the floor, some underneath his head, and the tip was just flicking in the air. There’s honestly no point in even trying to get class back on track. Reaching out to grab and shake the teen's shoulder, hopefully he’s not passed out enough to ignore that.

Half the class either gapes, jumps back, or laughs when, on the fourth slightly aggressive shake, Danny one arm judo flips or something Mr. Lancer over him and into the wall. The tail completely uncurling and waving lazily on the floor.

“HOLY SHIT!”.

“Damn Danny. Okay then”.

“Well, that just happened”.

“Oh man. Hahahaha. That was awesome”.

“Fenton? How the?”.

Mr. Lancer rights himself with little effort, slightly used to this after years in ‘the most haunted city in the world’. That, and Daniel’s chucked him across a room once before to get him out of the way of some debris. Daniel however, jerks to be sitting upright, the tail? lashes violently into one of the desk legs sending the entire desk flipping onto its side; with Daniel included.

Danny rubs the side of his head while yawning and pushing himself up with one arm, “what the Zone guys?”, and then looks around at all the teens just... staring at him. “Uhhhhh. I didn’t, like, blow something up again, did I?”.

Kwan blinks at him, “Fenton man, how can you not know why we’re all looking at you like you just walked off the set for the fucking Exorcist”.

Star seemingly takes a bit of pity on their strangest classmate, “Danny hon, your tail’s showing”, sounding weirdly unfazed by all this. But the entire class facepalms when the boy blushes and moves to cover his crotch of all things.

Though Mr. Lancer can understand the boy’s reasoning, considering he lost his pants so often as a freshman that Lancer literally bought Daniel a belt and kept a spare for him on hand at all times.

But Danny moving to do that gets him to finally, finally, notice shit is supremely not normal. He screws up his eyebrows, actually mutters, “well that don’t seem right, considering the circumstances”, and looks down.

No one says anything for a bit while Danny blinks down at the tail, everyone watching it swish around lazily. Danny looks back up to everyone, and only has this to say for himself, “uhhhhhh”.

Kwan flops back down into his desk and laughs, “man, is that seriously all you’re gonna give us? You sprouted a ghost tail in the middle of class!”.

“Yeah!”.

“You don’t even seem surprised. Figures”.

“So... your parents fucked you up.... again”.

“Language”.

“Oh come on! This has to be a prank”.

“You’ve got to say more than that”.

“You know what? Fuck this shit. I don’t even want to know”.

“Pussy”.

“Fuck off”.

“Language, Todd”.

“Can you even walk right now?”.

“How? No really. How?”.

“Of course can’t walk, he doesn’t have legs. You need those to walk, moron. It’s a basic requirement actually”.

Lancer sighs, pushing a few students away from Daniel before looking to the teen, “are you alright, Daniel? Do you... need to go to the nurse for... this”, and gestures at the tail; attempting not to seemed freaked out.

Danny immediately shakes his head and waves his hands back and forth; easily sitting up on the tail like this is nothing new, “no! No! I’m fine! All good!”.

Mr. Lancer just sighs as nearly the entire class shouts, “BULLSHIT!”, and do some variation of staring or pointing at the boy’s tail. Which, while being reasonable reactions, isn’t allowed on school grounds.

Danny laughs awkwardly, glancing back at the tail and back up, “heh”, the tail coiling up under and behind him some. That just encourages more questions though.

“Oh! So you can actually control it”.

“How’s it attached to your nerves and stuff though?”.

“Oh Zone, another nerd alert?”.

“It’s reasonable! This is illogical!”.

“Objection!”.

“What?”.

“Nothing. I just really wanted to say that”.

“Why’d you even form it?”.

“Oh! Oh! If you can do this then can we?!?! Is this just an contamination thing?”.

“Okay point. What’s the use of this thing and especially while sleeping?”.

“Oh mi god yas girl! I would look so cute with a ghost tail!”.

“Oh I know girl!”.

“Right!”.

“Oh someone gag me”.

“Sure”.

“Someone other than you”.

“What’s it feel like?”.

Daniel mutters to the side, “whelp. I fucked up. Nice going Fenton”. But Mr. Lancer’s pretty sure he’s the only one that even heard that as the students pretty well start bickering with each other or asking Daniel questions without actually paying him any mind or just staring at the tail. Which is frankly, rude. But it does give Lancer a chance to ask, in a much quieter tone, “are you sure you’re alright?”. Daniel nods at him immediately and gives a small, confident though shaky, smile. Lancer nods right back before standing up, if he didn’t have to question Daniel’s oddness then it was honestly better not to question it at all.

Mr. Lancer stands up and looks around at the other teens, “alright everyone, now I know there’s no point in picking back up where we left off, but everyone at the very least sit back down for the last few minutes”, sighing to himself when only the ‘good’ students do as asked, “if you give him some space he might, might, actually answer something”; that gets everyone sitting down real quick.

Mr. Lancer walks back to his own desk and practically collapses into his chair, watching Daniel very awkwardly right his desk and pull himself up back into his seat. Lancer wants to know why he hasn’t changed back to, you know, legs. Or if he even can. He should probably call the Fenton’s honestly. But, Catcher In The Rye, he so doesn’t want to. Really doesn’t want to. But if he can’t have legs, then he was going to have to. But if he asks then everyone will bombard the boy again. They were staring at him enough as it was and that... tail wasn’t exactly hiding his discomfort. Considering how it was all coiled up over itself in the boy’s seat.

Danny looks around, leans back, and then slams his head into his desk, grumbling, “y’all aren’t gonna leave me alone unless I explain this, are you?”.

“Are you kidding Fenton? No”.

“Hahaha, obviously”.

“Oh come on, why wouldn’t you want to brag about this?“.

“Maybe because this is freaky and he’s a freak?”.

“Rechenbache, that’s enough”.

Danny sighs into the desk top before sitting back up right and letting the tail uncoil. Grumbling, “ugh. Why couldn’t I just have stayed in bed?”, shaking his head and looking at the class, “okay this-”, sticking his hand out a bit, the class watching the tip of the tail move to lay in his open palm, “-is normal for me”, shrugging awkwardly, “kinda common thing while asleep”, grumbling almost aggressively, “which I’m now realising was a major mistake to get into the habit of”.

Star blinks at him before giggling, “so you just sleep with a ghost tail? Why? Is kinda cute though”, a couple less stuck up girls nod and glance at each other; nodding more. That just makes Danny blush and mutter incoherently.

Larry sticks his arms out to the side, “that still doesn’t answer the ‘how’?”.

“Yeah!”.

“Is that all you know how to say?”.

“Heck that doesn’t even answer the why!”.

“Uh, yeah? Yeah it does. Fenton was asleep”.

“That’s not what I mean, dumbass”.

“Language”.

“I second the ‘why’. Why sleep with that?”.

“And honestly dude? You constantly sleep in class. How did you not think this was gonna happen if it’s so routine”.

Danny scowls and rolls his eyes, “oh can it”, sighing, “and ‘cause it’s comfy alright? Geez. My sleeping routines are none of y’alls business”.

Kwan sticks up a finger, “uh, actually you kinda make it our business by sleeping in class”.

“Fuck off”.

“Daniel”.

Danny rolls his eyes at Mr. Lancer before addressing the class again, “and it’s just ‘cause of my ecto. You know my shit’s weird, stop being surprised when it proves it’s weird”.

Kwan sputters at that, “man, full-on ghost body parts and disappearing legs is beyond weird”.

Danny shrugs, not even attempting to deny that fact, “portable pillow and blankets that can’t be blown up. Plus, it helps me shed excess ecto. Y’all just shed your smaller amounts through your skin, lame”.

“Huh, that actually makes sense”.

“Still weird you even do that man”.

“Wow. Being ecto-absorbent seems like a real pain”.

“So breathing, but for ecto”. That one earns a couple laughs, including from Danny.

“Guess living in the ecto house that would make sense”.

“Honestly man? I would say you should just wear those hideous anti-ecto jumpsuits”, practically everyone cringes, “but, y’ know, hideous”.

“Capital ‘H’ Hideous”.

“Zone! I’d rather a freaking tail over those suits too”.

“Are we all still ignoring that this shouldn’t be possible and is still illogical?”.

“Shut up, Larry. Nobody loves you”.

“Thing looks long enough you really could, like, pull it up and use it as a pillow”.

“That’s literally what Fenton-dude was doing”.

“Shut up, I wasn’t the one staring at him while he sleeps”.

Brittney perks up, “do you sleep like a cat? You know, all curled up?”, tilting her head, “it was all curled under you just a bit ago”. That earns more blushing from Danny, making quite a few girls giggle and effectively confirming that yes, yes he did. Danny just mutters, “it’s comfy”, again. Which only results in even more giggles.

Danny looks up at the sound of the bell, flops his tail to the ground, and the entire class just watch in awe as the tail solidifies and splits into regular ol’ jean-covered legs and red/white sneakers. Half the class muttering ‘woah’, while he just gets up and very obviously makes a beeline for the door. Lancer’s just glad he can walk. Danny pointing at the class without actually looking at anyone or slowing down, “maybe don’t go telling everyone about this yeah?”.

Needless to say, everyone told everyone. Though Mr. Lancer told the other teachers that the strange new rumour surrounding Daniel was yet another practical joke. Which, with Daniel, was absolutely believable. And one thing no one does, is tell the Fenton’s. Which is all Danny had honestly hoped for.

End.

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