Foggy Memories

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And now it's 4 days until now.

(Third person)

"SANTA IS REAL AND THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO CHANGE MY MIND."

This is what Danny woke up to the next morning. Jack was yelling from downstairs to upstairs, at Maddie, complaining about... well you know, Santa.

Danny turned around in bed, grabbed his pillow, and put it over his head, trying to drown out the sound of his parents arguing.

Didn't really work as he could still hear their voices. So in the end Danny rolled over on his back, stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, then he got out of bed to start off his day.

(Danny's pov)

So I did normal things that a person would do to get ready for a day. Brush my hair, brush my teeth, get dressed, you know, that stuff.

(Third person)

Danny walked down the stairs and to the kitchen. His parents were still fighting about the existence of Santa while Jazz was making breakfast.

Jazz took notice of Danny and smiled.

"Just in time Danny, I made breakfast!"

Jazz shoved a plate infront of Danny. On it was a semi-burnt peice of bacon and two eggs. The bacon and eggs were arranged to look like a smile.

Danny gave a small smile and looked up at Jazz.

"Thanks..."

Jazz smiled, then got distracted as bread from the toaster popped up.

"Oh! I also made toast!" Jazz turned and took the toast out of the toaster. "But only if you want some Danny, I know you're not exactly fond of toast."

Danny laughed. "Yeh, the toast is all yours." He commented.

Jazz sat down across Danny and looked at him.

"Sleep well Danny?" She asked.

Danny nodded his head as he took a bite of his bacon.

"That's good." Jazz remarked. Then Jazz looked at Jack and Maddie, who were too busy fighting. Jazz then looked at Danny and a serious look came across her face.

Jazz leaned over the table to speak to Danny.

"Hey, was there a ghost fight last night?" She asked in a hushed tome.

"Yeh, Frosty the Snowman had gone bad." Danny replied as he took a bite of eggs.

"Are you okay?" Jazz asked back.

"Yeh I'm fine, maybe a brushed back and gut from where his snowballs hit me, but that's it."

Jazz nodded as she leaned back. "Alright."

Danny continued to eat his breakfast, listening to his parents argue. Eventually he had enough and looked at Jazz.

"I'm going to the ghost zone, to get away from them." Danny mouthed.

"Okay, I'll cover for you if they ask where you are." Jazz mouthed back.

(Danny’s pov)

You know, learning to read lips was the best thing I ever could have done. Me and Jazz could have secert conversations behind our parents backs, and they didn't even know.

(Third person)

Danny stood outside of the Ghost Portal, staring into it.

"I should probably release Frosty while I'm at it." Danny said aloud.

He walked over to a side panel of the portal and plugged the thermos into it. The portal sprung to life as the Snowman ghost was sucked into it, screaming as it was.

Danny waited a few minutes until he went ghost, then he lifted off the ground and flew into the portal.

Within seconds everything turned green and swirly. Danny was now in the Ghost zone.

Danny slowed down to a stop for a hot moment, then sped up again, flying at top speeds as he zipped around the Ghost Zone.

"Deck the halls with bounds of holly, fa la la la fa la la... Ah hell." Danny mumbled to himself. "Stupid Christmas songs."

(Danny’s pov)

Not sure what I hate more about Christmas, my parents fighting about Santa Claus, or Christmas songs. I mean gets pretty annoying when store start to play All I Want For Christmas is You, non-stop on their radios, while it's still November.

(Third person)

Danny continued to fly, unsure of where he was going, he just kept going and going. He was beginning to feel like he was being watch, his ghost sense continued to go off, then everything went black.

(Danny's pov)

And I'm not sure what happened next. It went black and the next thing I knew, I was woken up by Cujo, who was licking my face while next to the portals exit from the ghost zone.

I don't know how I lost consisousness, or why I lost it, I just know that it happened and things started to get weird after that.

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