clearkind

[clearkind]

from the vault danny fenton

when I wrote this...literally an era. like ohhh my god. tumblr is judgment free right. Anyway this is just from my sea of endless unfinished drafts. It was gonna b about senior yr danny or something like that, ghost/human forms merging, I don't know. I have more scenes for this particular unfinished fic but it's only scene 1 here.

gdoc name is "unstable"

Danny Fenton slammed awake, his blood pumping, the room bathed in an eerie green light which pulsated a little with his heartbeat; he shut his eyes hard, and it mellowed out into inky darkness with just a little starlight. He felt slightly sick, and bent forward and put his head in his hands, and felt sweat on his brow. When he finally really opened his eyes, he saw that same green light reflecting dimly off his hands.

“Oh, god,” he said, sitting up. 

He rolled over off his bed, kicking off the covers still clutching at his ankles as he picked himself up, and crossed the hallway outside his room to the bathroom. He opened the bathroom door gently and was immediately greeted—without even needing to flip on the lights—with the sight of his eyes in the mirror glowing a strong and ghostly green, mapping out vague impressions of the rest of the room. The wave of sickness came again, and he braced himself with both hands on the countertop. Danny looked closer into the mirror: his goddamn glowing irises were soaking over his pupils, spreading across the white of his eyes—the whole of both eyes on their way to getting suffused by the stuff—and Danny shut his eyes again like that’d help. All it did was bring back the wave of nausea. Danny found himself with his head practically in the sink, chunks of luminous green phlegm forcing its way out of his throat and down the drain. He ran the tap water, suddenly finding that he couldn’t care less if Jazz or his parents heard.

When it didn’t feel like he was on the verge of throwing up again, he splashed water into his face and gurgled it around his mouth. When he spat the water out, it, too, glowed.

Danny sighed, hard. “This is disgusting,” he muttered to himself. He looked back up into the mirror, that glow in his eyes settling down. “This is....”

He shut off the tap water and padded downstairs for more water, filtered this time. He drank about three whole glasses from the Brita pitcher, and then suddenly the sun was rising, and the sky turned red, and the day was blazing. He groaned. It felt like he hadn’t slept at all.

“Oh? Who’s down here?”—a voice. Just his mom.

Danny decided to fill up his glass again. “Just me, Mom,” Danny called. 

She poked her head out from behind the entryway wall. “Danny?” she asked. “What are you doing up so early?”

“Uh…I had to do my…morning run?” Danny said, his voice going upwards at the end. “Yeah. It—I definitely do that. Definitely a thing I do.”

His mom frowned. “Really?”

“…yup.”

His mom frowned further, but it was more just confused this time. “Well, alright, Danny,” she said. “I’m headed down to the lab. Breakfast is in the fridge.” She glanced at the fridge: it was stuffed so full it didn’t shut properly, a bunch of anti-ghost experimental bull probably inside. “I think.”

“Okay, Mom,” Danny said. He watched as she descended into the basement. He threw back the rest of his water like it was a shot, then turned the glass upside down and watched the leftovers run into the kitchen sink.

[clearkind]

how do i actually complete a fic like jjesus nothing has ever been as hard as not completely jumping ship as soon as a new idea hits me.