#like something has just been offbalance ever since

[extradimensionalsystem]

the desire to be the kind of person that can love myself vs. the absolute shame i have over the nature of my existence as someone born and raised into such horrible evil groups

[silverheartlugia2000]

The pain, the heartbreak, the danger both to himself and everyone he knows in this house and beyond. His core that had only wanted to explore the stars, protect what was his, be safe, be loved, belong..

Something fractures, sound is gone in an empty void consumed into a black hole of silence, the adults yelling, the weapons firing, the sizzling of flesh and ecto is gone leaving all offbalance momentarily at the change.

Then the softest whisper of ice cracking. A swift breath of air in.

And Danny screams.

It's not his Wail. Not the pulse of power, and protection, and Keep Away From Mine!

Its a cry. Anger and sadness and wanting. A banchee betraid and rejected by the family they had chosen, loyal to serve and protect.

Its ice and lightning and excruciating screams, being burned alive, and drowning and melting and growing again, his name called by his friends and time and space itself being destroyed and formed in an instaint.

(To Jason it sounds like a scared injured child sobbing for help, wanting nothing more than to be held and loved and safe..)

His keystone, his grave, his haunt, his home, his fraid, his friends, all feel the ripple as his power uproots from where its been sewn to since death.

The portal twists leaping out of the frame. consuming the wall the equipment the entire house collapsing and imploding into itself around them. All the weapons, the blueprints, the experaments and notes and projects and research, all the ecto, the bricks the wood the carpets, the pipes.

All the memories good and bad are being crunched and twisted into an ever shrinking shell, tucking itself away where it cant be used against him, inside his core, throwing out all the intruders. The Bats and monsters. Ripping away a lifetime of work and locking the knowledge out of reach.

Danny has pulled his anchor away, his haunt/home/grave waiting to reform when and only when he finds something new to take root in.

Right now Danny dosen't care. He dosn't want to be a teen right now, he dosen't want to be a protector or a hero or a king. They can have 'human' Danny back later. He just sobs and curls his tiny ferret form further into the comfort of purple velvet and ticking clocks..

Danny lands at the feet of his cloning template, and in a desperate bid to not get murdered by said template, he gave a wry smile before saying, "HI, dad." He then used the moment of stunned silence to escape.

A week later, he regrets his decision as he walks down the stairs to find his template in his living room, interrogating his tied up parents.