The Trio Reborn: Regain Humanity (DP fanfic) Branch 1

Chapter 5: Explanation

    After we all got upstairs Mom and Dad called Jazz telling her to get home from college immediately because of an emergency concerning me. They didn't tell her the details over the phone despite no knowing that she knew, they were going to wait until she got home. Which was going to take a few days. We all sat down on the living room couches when I detected a ghost. I can now detect which ghost it is if it was familiar, and it was Boxy. Why now? I sigh as Boxy rises out of the floor behind the couch I was sitting on. I turn around telling him "Boxy, leave before I blast you into the ghost zone. Right now isn't the time for your games, I'm serious." 

     He gasps and squeaks in fright before yelling "Why are your eyes red! You don't seem to be extremely angry. Are you going to extinguish my core like you almost did to Walker?" He decided to whisper that last part but everyone could hear him, and my parents had pulled their weapons out.

    "No, I'm not going to destroy or kill anyone, my eye color just changed. They are naturally like this now, leave before I let my parents get you instead." I reply levelly and he flees for whatever natural portal he used to get here. I sigh again muttering "Annoying as always." 

     The atmosphere got silent, an awkward silent, until Tucker coughed to break it. "Hey, umm, so are we going to wait a few days to explain everything when Jazz gets back or are we going to just re-explain things to her? We could also just explain the basics for now and explain the rest when she gets back." Tucker does have a point.

    "Alright, Then we'll explain the basics and the rest will wait for when Jazz gets here." I tell Mom and Dad, Sam agreeing with me. "So ask away." 

    They look really nervous, guilty, confused, concerned, afraid, disbelief, I'm sure you get the picture. Mom decided to speak up first, quietly. "H-how did you die? How do you display signs of life despite being-g..." She trailed off, understandably. I sigh, having expecting those questions and asking them myself once too.

    Sam and Tucker, each on one side of me looked at me worried, knowing I didn't like talking about my half-death. "Ok, first off I need to warn you, another ghost would usually get really offended, and have a high chance of attacking if you ask them how they died and what their obsession is. Those are both their strengths and their weaknesses despite being sometimes obvious. As for me, I have more reasoning than most so you can ask those types of questions, just know that you may not understand and that it isn't your fault. I was the one who did this to myself." My voice quieted at that last sentence, thinking back to my death. "I was curious about the portal, and wanted to know what the inside of it was like, thinking that perhaps I might find what was keeping it from turning on, that you guys would be happy and pay more attention to me. After the incident I had to keep avoiding you though, doesn't irony just loves me? So I was walking into the portal after putting on the hazmat suit you guys made me. Wires criss-crossed everywhere and it was really hard to see in the dark, I fell and tried to catch my balance by putting my hand against the wall, but the part of the wall I put my hand to catch my balance, was the ON button. You guys put the ON button inside the portal. I looked up, hearing a strange whirring sound, to see what gave way under my hand,and realized too late it was the thing I had been looking for. I turned around, trying to get out and yelling for Sam and Tucker to get away, when everything disappeared. Everything I was, everything I knew, disappeared and then slammed into me with I don't know how much voltage and ectoplasmic radiation, creating what I am. I am a halfa, half-human, half-ghost. The portal, instead of completely killing me, only half killed me bonding the ectoplasm of the ghost zone to my DNA and giving me my ghost form. My alternate self that I call Phantom. That is how I died, of my own stupid curiosity causing me to be Radiated and Electrocuted by the entire Ghost Zone itself. My Death Cause as recognized simply, is Electrocution. It is by common law agreed upon by all ghosts that to abuse one's death is tantamount to a death sentence, They immediately can be destroyed by everyone without problems. For me however, since I'm not fully a ghost the laws don't effect me as much, they all just bound me by them when they find it convenient!" I growled that last part, causing everyone to flinch.  sigh and apologize, "Sorry, just too many times in Walker's Prison has made me really dislike electricity more than I should." I shrugged. 

    Dad asked "Walker's Prison? Where and Who is that? What did he do to make you hate electricity so much more?" Dad, clueless as always. I just hope I'm not traumatizing them, they already feel so much guilt it could be a buffet.

    "He is a ghost obsessed with his own laws that he has made in the Ghost Zone, he was a sheriff in life. My very existence itself goes against him so he has captured and tortured me hundreds of times. Usually I get away before he does much, but many of those scars you have seen on me are from those torture sessions. It doesn't bother me anymore, he has gotten a nasty habit I hate of using blood blossoms and electricity to torture me in different ways though." I shudder at the thought. "Also, sorry if this isn't possible, but could you please try to hide some of your emotions right now? They might as well be a buffet and I resolved long ago not to feed on emotions. Other ghosts don't really have qualms about it though and you guys would really be attracting them if they get nearby." Mom and Dad looked even more shocked, you know what, even more of everything. I don't think they can mask their emotions, I'll just have to fend off anyone who comes over hungry, they should know better than to approach here at least. I sigh, "Never mind, They shouldn't approach Fentonworks anyways and we can always beat them back to the Ghost Zone." I think my parents need a few minutes to process everything I've said so far if their emotions and faces are any indication... "Do you guys need a few minutes to process all this or do you have more questions right now?"

    After some seconds of silence "I think we need a few minutes Sweetie, but we do have other questions." Mom's voice was unstable like she was about to have a breakdown, they definitely need a bit to recuperate. I nod my head and stand up, motioning to Sam and Tucker so they follow me. We all head up to my room so we can talk among ourselves while my Mom and Dad are processing everything I've told them so far. I don't know how they are going to fare with everything else.

    Sam decided to speak up first after a few seconds of silence. "So do you think your parents will send you away, or tell anyone else?" Leave it to her to get straight to the heart of a problem.

    "I don't think so. I think that my secret is safe from everyone else for now, but I don't know for sure. Mom and Dad could still be convinced I need to 'pass on', even after we tell them everything. I don't even know if they will truly accept me after all this! They might think the possibility of me being evil is too much, or they may be convinced that I belong in the ghost zone, or-"

    I was cut off my Sam telling me "Enough! Get it together Danny! I get that you are freaking out, they are too, but we all need to stay calm about all this if we are to get through it all. You got that?" She is always able to save me from my panic attacks. I take a deep breath, let it out, then another, and let it out.

    "Ya, thanks Sam." I smiled at her as we hear a Lovebirds coming from Tucker. I just roll my eyes and Sam shouts at him, leave it to Tuck to lighten any atmosphere,  he would so be the comic relief if our lives were a show. 

   I chuckle and shake my head at the thought and they turn their heads towards me. "Dude, that laugh is gonna take a while to get used to." What? I didn't sound any different did I? My confusion  must have been clear on my face because Tucker explained "It was really deep, think you are skipping the squeaky stage?" He grinned and I rolled my eyes again, so did Sam. Yup, comic relief.