Archive of Our Own

Summary:

"By the end of the week, Danny wasn’t sure what kind of asylum he’d crawled into.

The butler tried to feed him. (He didn’t eat human food anymore. The man looked so sad when Danny refused the soup that Danny almost felt guilty.)

Someone strung up crosses in the attic. (Danny ignored them. But when they brought up putting in Christmas lights? He hissed on instinct and nearly melted through the floorboards.)

The angry sword kid tried to evict him again. Danny iced him into a snowdrift in the corner. (Not his fault if he kept coming back.)

The insomniac came back with a stethoscope, for some reason. He pressed it against the casket lid and muttered about “no heartbeat.” Danny gave one loud, dramatic snore in response.

All Danny wanted was one thing. Just one.

Sleep.

Was that so hard?

Apparently, in this house, yes.

Or,

Danny just wanted a nap, but instead he got a nosy family and a stuffed bat named Steve."