Dan

And here he was. In his bedroom. A ghost.

It was never Dan's intention to get in this situation. In fact, he'd rather stick to his pain seething life instead of this. Granted, he always said he wished for something better in his life, or a new one perhaps. But he didn't mean it in the way that it is happening, now he would take it all back.

There was no good intentions as to a ghostly figure flying around his room, exploring every inch. At least that's what Dan thought. Dan didn't know what to expect from this gassed figure.

All he did know was that his life wasn't going to be the same routine as it was before, possibly something worse.

"Your stuff's very bland," the non-solid figure said.

Dan didn't answer. He doesn't even remember how he got here. How he accepted this ghost in this house. Oh right, a threat.

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"Let's just say if you don't do as I say, you'll be a ghost," he smirked.

"That doesn't sound that bad.." Dan murmured, no longer afraid of this spirit.

"And your friends.."

"F-Fine.."

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How'd he know? Dan thought to himself.

This was Dan's greatest fear, the supernatural, even if he didn't believe in it, it still made his heart beat a thousand miles per minute. But Dan was too much in shock to even feel fear.

"You don't talk much, do you?" The figure approached him and asked.

"I don't know your name or anything and I let you into my house because of a threat.." Dan said, his face neutral, and tone bland.

The see through figure raised an eyebrow an frowned a bit.
He cleared his throat and put out his hand.

"My names Philip Lester! How about you?" He answered with a huge smile.

Dan looked up and gave him a look of, "I'm not that stupid" because of Phil's hand.

"Oh, right,"

And all of a sudden, his hand became covered in flesh and a sleeve at his wrist, a black sleeve. His whole hand, bone; solid. Dan hesitated at first, but slowly took his hand and shook it.

What am I thinking anymore, Dan mentally face palmed.

"Now, what's your name?" Phil asked him again.

"Daniel Howell.. call me Dan," Dan looked away and scrunched his nose a bit, gazing at his door, as if it was really interesting.

"Dan? Got any other nicknames?" Phil flipped upside down again, sitting criss cross, his hair falling down. Dan shook his head and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Dan never really had any nicknames, other than the teasing ones bullies gave him, if that even counted.

"Huh," Phil placed a finger on his chin and tapped it to show he was thinking. "What about Dan the Man? No..-no.."

"How did a broken boy like me get into this..?" Dan mumbled quietly, thinking Phil wouldn't hear.

"That's it! Danny Boy! I'll call you Danny Boy!"

Dan gritted his teeth, "Don't call me 'Danny Boy'.."

"So Danny Boy," Phil continued, as if Dan didn't say anything, "what were you doing in the park, alone, after sun fall?"

"Now hold on a second!" Dan snapped, irritation laced in his voice.

"Who the hell do you think you are, what are you even!? A ghost that can be a human whenever it wants? Why not just be fucking human!?-"

Phil formed his hand to a human again and hushed Dan. Dan was livid. Why on earth would a ghost be here? With him even..?

"Well, how about I start from the beginning? I'll leave out some major details because why tell a stranger like you my problems, not really my job." Phil smirked. Dan kept quiet and crossed his arms. Phil flipped back right side up, no headache or anything, because he had no blood, obviously. Which Dan envied.

"You see I'm a spirit. I'm not dead, nor alive, I was born like this. There's a whole facility thing. I don't know it's weird. Full of unique people. And, man, I'll tell ya, Shane is such a douche-"

"Oh, get to the bloody point!" Dan interrupted.

"Hey! Watch your tone," Phil was nose to nose with Dan, a threatening hand to him. Dan was not willing to take any chances.

"Now," he cleared his throat and repositioned himself, "our jobs- well most of us..- are to make others happy. Like I said.. most. I'll get to that another day. And I was assigned to help you,"

Dan snorted and shook is head. This was a joke. A complete joke. Why would someone send a ghost to help him with his problems? It's like therapy, but worse. When he used to take therapy, he didn't even speak to the woman sitting in the chair.

Glasses on the bridge of her nose. Pencil and notepad as she repeated her question.

"Dan, you need to tell me what's wrong so I can fix this problem.. Your parents are concerned," she said, trying to sound sincere. Dan could see right through it.

"Go fuck yourself," was all Dan said before exiting the room.

His parents weren't concerned at all, if anything, he should be concerned about them. But why should he? Exactly, he didn't need to, it was their choice, their fault. And what Dan was doing was his choice and his faulty consequences.

Phil raised an eyebrow at his snicker.
"Really, me? Unbelievable." Dan shook his head.

"You aren't going to hurt my friends are you?" Dan leaned his head down.

Phil rubbed the back of his neck, and a light shade of blue covered his cheeks.
"I-I mean.."

"That's what I thought," Dan got up and opened his door, "leave, I don't need your help."

Dan gestured his arms. This was the time he wished his parents were home, surprisingly.

"Danny Boy, you're kicking me out?" Phil put his legs down, "standing" now.

"You never were welcomed here anyway, and stop calling me that!" Dan clenched his fists.

Phil walked over to Dan and formed his hands again, placing them on his shoulders. Dan attempted to swipe them away, but sly Phil was quick to his forming.

"Dan, my job is to help you," Phil replied in a serious tone, "let me help you."

Dan shook his head and stomped to his bed. "Fucking leave! Goddamn it! I don't need your help!" Dan shouted. Dan collapsed on his bed and sighed. Calming down.

"The thing is Danny Boy, I can't leave."

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A/n: real quick, feedback is much encouraged! Tell me what you think. :3