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my life has this funny pattern where ill be perfect and jolly and nothing is going on and then ill be like âit feels to stagnant!! when is something gonna happenâ and then something happens and it went from 0% to 100% and then everything goes back to semi normal and it repeats
one side with me frolicking with my friends at school but then i go âhmm when wilk something interesting happenâ and then the other side is me pounding on the first side begging to be let in because everything is on fire and crumbling beneath him
The Box Ghost is the least fearsome thing to ever exist. Normally not really an issue to anyone or anything other than the ghostâs own ego. But well, when ghost society is somewhat founded on fearsomenessâŚ
Danny stares at the Sun, the Sun âstaresâ back at him. Fuck it is way too bright today.
A couple of people on the street glance at him, wondering why the actually fuck heâs staring at the goddamn Sun. Everyone was taught -or learned through their own dumbass decisions- to not stare at the fucking Sun in goddamn elementary. Like come on, kid.
And then a box pelts him in the face, a corner square into the eye. Wee ocular trauma!
Is everyone around now looking for the general nuisance that was the Box Ghost? Yes. Because just like learning to not stare at the Sun like theyâre trying to go blind -Zone what a dumbass- theyâve also learned that boxes equals Box Ghost; especially if boxes are being thrown. And unlike every other ghost that cropped up around here, this one just makes people roll their eyes.
Even Danny just kind of looks down at the box nonchalantly while holding his eye. The kid does mutter, âowâ, though, even if it sounds extremely monotoned. With the Box Ghost âofficiallyâ making his appearance to gloat about that fact.
âHA! The mighty fearsome Box Ghost has done the ocular trauma! Fear me and my eye-related terror!â, and the sad sad pathetic ghost cackles.
Absolutely no one runs away in fear though. They either roll their eyes, keep on walking ignoring the whole scene, sit down to watch whatever mild chaos might just happen, or glare in annoyance. The Fenton kid is in the âglare in annoyanceâ category, even sticking his arms out to the side in offence and saying, âdude, you really suck at thisâ. He is not wrong.
Then a big ass flat box wizzes by straight into the teens fucking neck. His head flying up into the morning Sun streaming blood like an oil painting. Queue screaming and the knowledge that:
The Box Ghost killed a bitch.
Multiple people throw up, some run and hide, one or two make steps to go towards Danny in an aborted attempt to help, and precisely two people pass out. Meanwhile, Dannyâs head rolls off down a sewer drain. Gross.
The Box Ghost winces, âoh ew. Sorry âbout that actuallyâ, and cringes up his entire face.
Dannyâs disembodied voice, that fuck all no one is listening to because they are freaking out way too fucking much, coming out through said sewer drain, âdude whatever, do you really think I didnât just telekinetically stop my own freaking face from face-planting into all sorts of nastiness?â, continuing while the Box Ghost floats closer to the sewer drain, âI get covered in lots of gross-ass shit but I do have standards about thatâ.
Apparently ectoplasm and other assorted viscera was one thing, and sewer yuck was an entirely other thing.
Once the Box Ghost gets close enough, he promptly gets his ass scared by Dannyâs face just popping up directly in front of the sewer drain hole. Danny smirking, âha deserved it. But seriously, why didnât you just, like, make cubed square-headed cardboard arrows and shoot me through the heart or something?â. The Box Ghost now has literal sparkles in his eyes, making the teen sigh. The Box-related ghost does grab the side of Dannyâs face and mildly attempt at subtly âreturning itâ close to Dannyâs body though.
The Box Ghost also canât help but snicker in an alley when Danny just casually pretends he found his head in one of the boxes and puts it back on, walking down the street casually and whistling. Those around giving major âwhat the actual fuckâ looks to the teen all the while, while also questioning if what just happened did, in fact, actually happen.
The Box Ghost killed a bitch?
Well into the town gossip mill it goes regardless!
âŚ
Not even half an hour later the little old lady who helps run the local church is slamming on her brakes as a Danny stumbles in front of her car with a fucking cardboard arrow sticking out of his chest and the Box Ghost flying after him while sticking out his tongue mockingly.
She absolutely runs him over. Breaking while going eighty doesnât really work that well, all things being equal.
As soon as she has the chance to get out of her vehicle after it comes to a stop and multiple people come running over in a panic, sheâs helping everyone try and pull the mangled body out from under the car. No one having a fucking clue what to do outside of calling the ambulance.
One thing was for sure though. The Box Ghost Killed a bitch.
Then the Fenton kid pops up like a fucking zombie, finger gunning at her, and saying that, âhey I'd take that to get looked at, your wheel alignment is all kinds of jacked upâ, and just sort of wanders away, blood soaking his chest and actually hacking it up, everyone too stunned to do literally anything.
The Box Ghost killed a bitch?
âŚ
Jesse, whoâs stuck manning a little local coffee place, quirks an eyebrow as one Danny Fenton saunters in. âDanny, kid, how the Hell arenât you dead?â.
The teen has the balls to smirk back at him, âwell you see, when someone dies they become what is commonly known as âdeadââ, sticking up a finger, âbut since Iâm not dead I very clearly did not dieâ.
âBut how did you not die?â.
âBecause Iâm a potatoâ.
âWhatâ.
âYou can mash me, you can smash me, you can slice me; and yet Iâm still delicious enough to keep around for round twoâ, and takes his big ass cup of thirty shots of espresso to go with a wink like an absolute ass.
Jesse then watches, in growing horror, when the Box Ghost pops up stealing the weird-ass teens drink before a box pelts him in the back of the head, smashing his face into the bar of a stop sign; blood and brains splattering across the sidewalk.
Jesse shouting, âoh HOLY FUCK!â, and running out to people screaming around.
Thereâs only one thought on everyoneâs mind as thereâs an outright downpour of boxes: The Box Ghost killed a bitch.
Surprisingly the box avalanche hurts literally no one else beyond cardboard paper cuts; which, while worse than regular paper cuts, werenât as worrying as the kid the Box Ghost just brained. But Danny gets up, shakes his face off like a wet dog and absolutely covering boxes in gore, and takes his drink from the Box Ghost when said ghost floats over slowly to hand it to him.
The teen muttering, âdidnât spill a drop. Wise manâ. The Box Ghost looks overly smug and multiple people pass out.
The Box Ghost killed a bitch?
âŚ
Needless to say there were a lot of weird stories going around that could only agree on one thing: the Box Ghost maybe kinda sorta killed the Fenton kid with boxes. It might have been flattened cardboard decapitation. It might have been a box-powered projectile heart stab run-over combo. It might have been a stop sign embedding box-alanche. It might have been a lot of things. But either wayâŚ
The Box Ghost was apparently fucking deadly. And, like, maybe people should maybe watch their shit a little more yeah?
One Danny Fenton snickers to himself from an alley after overhearing a dude with a newspaper tell a guy at a bus stop exactly that. Danny looking back to the Box Ghost and holding up a fist for a fist bump, âHell yeah, told youâ, getting his desired fist bump, ânow they at least got some fear for you. Ancients! You might have more rep than Skulkerâs ass. That fucker ainât never killed any bitches hereâ.
The Box Ghost has twinkles in his eyes and looks like he might just think Danny was a minor deity or something. The Box Ghost does a little cheer, âthat means I AM FEARED! MWAHAHAHAHA! YES! FEAR MY MIGHTY BOXES OF DOOM!â, then pausing and excitedly pointing at Danny, âand fear you too! I! HAVE MADE YOU MORE FEARSOME TOO!â.
âYeah dying publicly tends to do thatâ. Danny snorts, pointing at his boxy comrade, âit is very âwhat the actual fuck Fentonâ worthy if I do say so myselfâ, putting down his hand, âanyway, you good now? Satisfied?â.
The Box Ghost proudly crosses his arms, head in the air, âI am more fearsome than Skulker! It is acceptableâ. Making Danny roll his eyes at the other ghost, âyeah the general consensus is âwhat the actual fuck Box Ghostâ as well, so you better beâ.
All in all, it seems their plan worked out splendidly. What plan you ask? WellâŚ
â Three Hours Prior To All Of Today's Box-Related Shenanigans â
Danny, as Phantom, sighs tiredly into his hand, watching the Box Ghost out here harassing a murder of crows into âfearing himâ. Yeah not happening anytime sone buddy. The guy had been up to this shit for the better part of a freaking week. Not that anyone was really paying attention, noticing, or minding that other than him due to just how lame Boxy was.
Either way, Danny was annoyed. Officially annoyed. So heâs gonna try a different tactic. Heâs gonna park the Box Ghosts obnoxious ass down and have a⌠conversation. Which fine, he didnât much do. He was a combative motherfucker alright? Get off his ass.
âHey yo Boxy! What the fuck man, leave the poor birdies alone. You do know those things remember shit right? And will, like, solidly wreck your shit forever more now, right?â.
The Box Ghost pauses trying to dump a box of boxes on said birds, âI⌠had not considered that. But! THE BOX GHOST IS TOO FEARSOME TO FEAR SOME BIRDS!â. Said birds start pelting him, very painfully, with coins. The Box Ghost flees. It is extremely pathetic.
Danny following after and staring at the grumpy-looking ghost, âdudeâ.
The Box Ghost apparently loses it at that, throwing up his hands in a way that for once doesnât resemble his scary fingers thing, and rounds on Danny, âyou wouldnât get it, ghost child! You are properly feared! Greatly!â, dropping his arms and sagging, looking entirely despondent, âI⌠am notâ.
Danny has no fucking clue when the guy gained any self-awareness but apparently he now has to deal with a ghosts self-worth issues. But also⌠âsince fucking when, Boxy? No one fears me?!?â.
The Box Ghost looks at him like heâs absolutely crazy, apparently the box-related ghost wasnât the only one with self-awareness issues. ââNo one fears youâ you are The Phantom! EVERY GHOST AND THEIR PET EITHER FEARS OR RESPECTS YOU!â.
âOh pffft. Bullshitâ.
The Box Ghost blinks at him, âyou have LITERALLY never lost a fight and youâve bested some of the most powerful of us to ever exist! IT WOULDNâT EVEN MAKE SENSE FOR US TO NOT HAVE FEAR OF OUR PRINCE!â. Even though the ghost is shouting he doesnât sound even mildly angry. More confused and slightly awed, while also being frustrated but not with Danny. âWHY DO YOU THINK SO MAY ARE PLAYING NICE WITH YOU NOW?!?â. He legit wants to know the halfas response to that.
Danny sticks up a finger, âokay point, but, and this is a big but, everyone still shit kicks me even if they also help meâ, grumbling to himself, âand that helpâs pretty fucking reluctant. If there was actual fear there theyâd be eager, not reluctantâ, then addressing the Box Ghost again, âweâve made friendly, not Iâve made them fearfulâ.
âSKULKER IS NOT YOUR FRIEND!â.
âHe makes me pies sometimes for the fuck of it!â.
The Box Ghost blinks, âhuhâ.
âYeah thatâs what I thoughtâ, rolling his wrist, âand plus, the general consensus of the entire student body and most of Amityâs adults is that Iâm kinda a pathetic weakling. Fenton me anywayâ.
The Box Ghost goes wide-eyed, remembering many many incidences of humans being just petty mean dicks to the halfa. âThat⌠MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!â.
Danny rolls his eyes, âyeah, so not fearedâ, sighing, ânow why are you bitching about your lack of being fear-inducingâ, gesturing at him, âitâs not exactly new news, you knowâ.
The Box Ghost completely deflates, slouching actively more than normal, âLunchLady is with childâ.
Danny rolls his wrist, entirely unfazed since he knew this was gonna happen sooner rather than later, âand? Shouldnât that be a happy thing?â.
âBut no one really FEARS meâ.
Danny feels like heâs talking to a stuffed animal or something here, âand? Dude, so what?â.
ââSo whatâ! So what! How will I keep her safe if no one fears me!â, drawing in on himself some, âthey wonât fear my vengeance of boxed doom if they hurt herâ.
Danny sighs, so thatâs what this is. Makes total fucking sense. Because yeah, if all that was standing between some asshole ghost and Elle or even, like, an unconscious Cujo was the Boxy Ghostâs one hundred percent not scary-ass, Danny wouldnât have any faith either. Sighing again, âso what? Youâre just gonna keep harassing my ass âtill ghosts, what? Respect and or fear you?â.
The Boxy Ghostâs nod and shrug is a little more pathetic than usual.
Danny glares at the sky, for fucks sake, âbro, buddy, my boxy pal. Out of everyone you harass me the most, you harassing me even more ainât gonna do shitâ, pointing at him, and giving probably a horribly stupid idea, âdude, how about I just let you, the ever fearsome Box Ghost, outright kill Fenton me. Because bro, I wonât actually die and killing someone is one hell of a way to get fearâ.
And the box-related asshole stares at him like heâs lost his fucking marbles. Fucking fair but still, what a dick. âYou⌠will let me kill youâ.
âI wonât actually dieâ, rolling his wrist, âjust donât mention that to anyoneâ. If the general population of the Zone actually were aware of his whole optional immortality thing that would kinda be a problem and would make whatever this currently was a bit redundant.
The Box Ghost stares for a bit before grinning and rubbing his hands together evilly. And thus a plan of sorts was set into motion. A really stupid, unnecessarily reckless, and overly dramatic plan, that didnât actually involve all that much actual planning so much as an agreement for the Box Ghost to just go buck fucking wild and surprise one Danny Fenton with sudden murder attempts that said teen wonât just easily avoid.
However the Box Ghost was entirely unaware that Danny was actively using this as a means to terrorise basically the entire ghost species, rather than just using this as means to give Boxy some ghostly street cred in the name of protecting a child.
â Return To Present â
What no one in Amity knew -minus Danny, who had a guess that shit was going down- was the absolute chaos also going down in the zone every time some ghost brought back a report of Phantomâs untimely full demise. From how the fuck are we gonna deal with this over-powered kid fully dead, to thinking up all the necessary preparations. It was like they were all getting jerked around and given mini core attacks every time someone was like âTHE BOX GHOST KILLED PHANTOM!â And then someone else followed up with âNEVER MIND HEâS STILL HALF KICKING!â, ten minutes to half an hour later.
Everyone was pretty solidly pissed with the Box Ghost⌠but also kinda rather scared a bit shitless. Because the boxy motherfucker was repeatedly doing shit that would one hundred percent kill a human, even if it wasnât offing Phantom for whatever reason.
Emberâs the one to confront him first. Her sticking her arms out to the side when the box-obsessed ghost crops back up in the zone. âBox dumbass, what the actual fuck?â.
The Box Ghost looks very smug, âwhat, bothered that I am more FEARSOME than you? Unlike you I have a kill countâ, muttering to himself, âtechnically. Sorta. Kinda. Iâm taking itâ.
Ember screws up her face, âyou couldnât go and try to murder literally anyone else?!? Why him?!? What is wrong with you?!?â.
âYouâre just mad Iâm better than your boyfriendâ.
She looks very disgusted with him, âno, just, ewâ, and pinches the bridge of her nose, âI canât believe Iâm saying thisâ, then looks up at one of the most pathetic ghosts ever and says, âcongrats, you idiot, on causing chaos and panic almost to rival that other idiot Pariah. No one wants Danny dead, you fucking moron. Why do you think weâre all not trying to actually fully kill or end him anymore?!?â.
The Box Ghost physically pauses, âwait so you are actually friendly and it isnât that you just fear his current positionâ. The ghost boy was right! He wasnât actually feared! Weird.
Ember blinks at him and facepalms, âsure some of us are actually friends with him but-â, then basically shouting, â-NO! Unless if he fully dies then YES!â.
âOhâ.
âYeah âohâ you pain in the ass!â.
The Box Ghost points, âso his potential is fearsomeâ, ha! Take that Phantom.
Ember immediately shoots him in the face, shouting, âFUCK YOU!â, while flying off.
Regardless, Dannyâs whole âmake the Box Ghost feared through somewhat but not really staged murderersâ worked in a whole different and unexpected, to the Box Ghost, way. Namely that all the ghosts were now vaguely fearful of the Box Ghost, specifically fearful that said Box Ghost would go off playing a âoff Danny Phantomâ game again and actually kill him.
Danny wasnât about to complain about other ghosts going and fighting the Box Ghost for him every goddamn night though. He still did it for the misplaced aggression of it though; here and there, every now and then.
And the Box Ghost? Well he was just very very pleased with himself and fairly sure that no one was gonna mess with his soon-to-be little lady. His boxed sweets of a ghost, the LunchLady, would be so proud. (And oddly, she was. Mostly because she actually understood the why and because Danny had actually told her about the fact that he would only die if he actually wanted to. The boy could quite literally just stand up, decide to have a heart attack, and keel over; becoming king proper. She stayed contentedly silent about these facts purely because he was much healthier and a much better eater nowadays).
Phantom give a âone free murderâ pass as a baby shower present actively did not help the Zone general worries and fears, but absolutely did help protect the new box and food related baby ghost. Phantom not so subtly dropping that he actually meet the child once dude to timeline tomfuckery and she basically tried to kill him, also added to everything.
End.
Prompts: A situation where Danny dies (not the portal accident) in a public setting and everyone freaks the heck out, but then he gets up as if nothing happened. and The Box Ghost has been particularly annoying as of late. Danny asks why, and finds out that he's about to become a father, and wants people to fear him so he can keep his child safe. and Danny's victory against Pariah Dark has left him as the successor for the crown. Unfortunately, his half-ghost status means he cannot properly take the mantle, leaving him as simply the Prince, and that he would have to die fully to become King. Not wanting Phantom to have that much power, the ghosts decide it's better to keep the kid alive as long as possible. (The ghosts reluctantly start helping Danny, may get less reluctant over time. Whether Danny is aware of his royal status or not is up to the writer)
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