[video via grimy bathroom mirror] i accidentally made him look like a poster from a bee movie

[gogoghostpowers]

[When the video turns on, Danny is in what Locke High students will recognize as one of the boy's bathrooms. He sniffles a little bit, leaning in closer to the mirror, giving everybody (and himself) a better view of exactly the state he's in.

He wipes a finger under his nose, swiping the goopy, glowing blood from it and holding it close up to the mirror. He then rubs it between two fingers and pulls them apart, the substance stretching out into a sticky string between the fingertips.]

...So. Uh. I guess this is what my blood looks like now. God, I hope no one saw me running over here.

I...don't think I'm supposed to be bleeding radioactive waste. Is--is this even safe? Am I going to get cancer and die of radiation poisoning from myself?

[He clutches his head in his hands, starting to look and sound a little hysterical.]

Oh no. How am I supposed to even clean this up?! I need a--a--one of those biohazard trash cans!! Oh my god.

Comments

[gogoghostpowers]

I think the restraints were made of something that was like...intangible-proof. Somehow.

...I-I think that whole table and everything--it might've been set up just for me.

[dyingtohealyou]

[Huh...]

I guess it would take some planning to catch someone like you if your powers normally let you escape easily.

That's pretty creepy though. Sorry.

[gogoghostpowers]

Y-yeah.

But I guess it's alright...I mean, that hasn't actually happened to me, it only happened to...not-me? Past me? Me from another world? I don't know...but it wasn't me! So that means it. Doesn't really matter, right?

[dyingtohealyou]

I guess it only matters if you make it matter.

Or something like that.

And at least current you isn't getting probed or needled or anything, right?

[gogoghostpowers]

Yeah...although I hope no one finds out about the blood thing, or they might try doing it to me again.

[dyingtohealyou]

Yeah, no need to repeat history or whatever that wa

[There's a long pause before the writing starts up again.]

fuck

[gogoghostpowers]

Uh... A-are you okay?

[dyingtohealyou]

Speaking of labs it looks like I was stuck in one too

Fuck

[It can't be seen of course, but he leans his head on his hand, pressing his palm into his right eye. Hopefully his teacher will continue being occupied with the lesson and not notice.]

[gogoghostpowers]

O-oh man, you too?! Jeez, that's--this is messed up.

...h-how bad was it?

[dyingtohealyou]

They stuck a fucking needle in my eye

[gogoghostpowers]

That's--th-that's pretty bad!

B-but it's like the same thing--it didn't actually happen, right?!

[dyingtohealyou]

Maybe I don't know right now it's pretty fucking disturbing

[gogoghostpowers]

Jeez. [this sounds kind of like a helpless sigh.] It's really messed up. I can't believe it--the both of us were like that.

...y-you'll be okay, right?

[dyingtohealyou]

That probably depends on what else I get back.

[gogoghostpowers]

Well--we can hope, can't we? At least, everything's fine right now.

[dyingtohealyou]

Right now, yeah.

[Ugh... he wonders if this is at all related to why he felt so shitty during that other memory he got back.]

Anyway, good luck with your... radioactive blood or whatever.

[gogoghostpowers]

Y-yeah, thanks...

And, um, good luck with your...eye, I guess.