An electric core
Danny would never forget.
The smell of smoke.
The flash of light
Green electricity shooting what appeared to be lightning all round him.
The pain shooting from his arm. Then the beam of light shooting around him. A green ring transforming him.
The screaming form he and his friends
Dying and coming back.
Everything changed from that day.
Lichtenberg scars now ran along his arm.
No longer able to storm watch with his friends. Thunder began to bother him often accompanied by lightning. He couldn’t watch shows with bright flashes or lightning. Lights flickering began to happen around him. The power lines had overloaded around him. Sparks coming off the lines. Electronics became a taunt. Even having fried a motherboard his parents had left out. No longer was he playing his video games.
Activities he once enjoyed brought him back to his death. A memory he wanted to forget. One he could never forget. No form was safe from the memories.
Then powers came with his death
Becoming a halfa wasn’t the worse.
Original he thought he’d enjoy the powers. Being invisible, the ability to walk through wall, and even flying. Danny thought it would be great. Play some pranks and have some fun. Something good had come from the event.
Then the ghost appeared.
And then being a halfa was the worst.
His parents never shut the portal down. There Fenton lock was a joke. How often did his dad leave it open? Far too often. Only to catch ghost as if they were fish flinging them into the human realm. Every ghost, ever rogue, any entity that made it through made his life a living nightmare. No need to attack the humans. Even without touching his friends made him relive the accident.
All because of his ghost sense.
Not some silly little breath. No chill along his spins. Not a cool warning.
No.
It was shockingly horrible time. His scars would glow green. Lights could flicker, blowing a breaker or two. The feeling of a being shocked is what got him. It wasn’t painful, not at all. It just brought him back to the accident. Every time a ghost appeared.
Lunch Lady was his first experience. He couldn’t stand her appearances anymore. Even with the shocks so minor she laid the foundation. That experience had been the worst.
The screaming
Falling to the ground
His scars glowing a light green.
Vison fading black.
Remembering his death
The muscle spasms that followed.
Forgetting to breathe
It was too much.
Anytime a ghost was near it happened. Always starting from the middle. If only he could just get used to it. Even without pain his arms always had phantom pains after. Danny just needed the ghost to stop coming through the portal.
He’d rather surprise attacks.
Keeping box ghost in the thermos became more considered each time he showed up. Boxy took no hints, only wanting to cause chaos. An escape nearly every day. If his ghost sense wasn’t so bad, he would be worth the effort. He had been ready to just trap him for eternity.
The first three months absolute torture. There was no relief. Everything set him off. There was no escape.
The more it happened the less he remembered. Having been forced to process what had happened. To realize and accept his death.
No more muscle spasm
No being unable to breathe.
Hardly any memories
Never forgetting but not being reminded.
He accepted his ghost sense. It wasn’t a problem anymore. It was a part of him and would be as long as he had these powers.
Then they grew. The powers just had to get worse. His so-called ghost sense was happening at random. Even when no ghosts were around. It didn’t make sense. How can someone get used to something that changes. The level of shock, muscle spasm randomly occurring.
One day lightning shot from his hands. The flashes of the portal came shooting back. Danny couldn’t stop it. Green lightning kept coming out of him. The more it happened the less control he had. The strikes were wild and unpredictable.
His powers scared him.
The flashes brought him back. He couldn’t help but get lost in his thoughts. A reminder of what happened each time the lightning came from him.
Random green sparks. Random strikes. More storms happening in amity.
All his fault
Everywhere he went set him off.
Forced into his mind too much.
He just wanted to suppress it.
Once he held out. Lasted a week. It forced its way out. Causing him to collapse in pain he hadn’t felt since the accident. Everything burned from his chest spreading out. It wasn’t just memories. Danny thought it would kill him.
Anytime he attempted to suppress it would force itself out.
It was a curse.
Danny couldn’t get rid of it. He didn’t know how to or if it was even possible.
Danny doesn’t remember ending up in the ghost zone. One second his vison had gone black. The flash of his green lightning, the next he is floating in the ghost zone. The word faded and he is in the far frozen. Doesn’t recall getting here but he was.
Frostbite had greeted him in concern. All Danny could feel was the hum of static.
Apparently, he had a core.
Something he needed to survive. The thing that allowed him to use his powers.
An Electric core.
The yetis explained he needed to control it. If he didn’t use his powers, it would force itself out. The more he suppressed the more it would hurt. If he was scared the powers would run wild. There would be no control if he didn’t accept them.
They had ice cores. They couldn’t help.
Technus could and did.
The two had set aside their differences. Technus took a break from his conquering the world bit as he only took it as a challenge. Technus had felt the core long before Danny even knew it was there. He only went after the world as Danny did accidently suggest it.
Technus helped him use his powers. Make it apart of himself and even taught him party tricks.
Charging his phone without a cord.
Even some basic tech control. He could make a remote car work without the remote.
Making lights flicker on command. That was a fun way to mess with his parents.
The lightning was his to control. Not the other way. It was his.
Danny still had off days. The random muscle spasms that came from being over charged. Lightning was attracted to him. He still didn’t like storms.
Those days were better spent with his friends.
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