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Danny knew ghosts were never human. It had been the first thing his mom drilled into him. It had been the fact that they were from a whole separate universe from them, and leaked through. The ghost zone, while connected to the living realm, was no more connected to it than the other multiple universes that happen at the same time. Ghosts like to use emotions and memories to create a persona for themselves, sometimes taking the memory of someone who had died. Convinced that they are that person.
So what did it mean for Danny to be part ghost? He stared in the mirror and saw blank empty eye sockets staring back, he saw the flash of green when he moved in from of silver too fast, he heard the way his bones crunched like cold cold ice.
You are Danny Fenton the voice in his head said, it was his voice, wasn’t it? He was Danny Fenton through it, as he fought the ghosts. Should they be called ghosts? Shouldn’t they have another name if they were never people if they had never been alive like his parents suggested?
Sometimes he stared at his face, watches it melt away to reveal something underneath he hadn’t shown to anyone. Was he Danny though? Was he truly the boy his parents loved and raised, was he Jazz’s brother?
Of course, he was, he shook himself, blinking away from the bathroom mirror that showed a dark shadowy creature with sharpened ice ears and dripping blue and green, made of nebulae.
I am Danny Fenton, Phantom said to himself as he continued through the day, not eating drinking, or breathing. Simply going through the steps of humanity, silly me who else would I be?