Happy New Year, everyone! (Dude, don't talk that high! I'm still feeling the Christmas party's effect.) Tucker, you're underage! Don't tell me you got drunk. (Nope, unless drinking a gallon of eggnog causes the same effect.) Tucker, why you got that much? (To help me swallow the 6 pounds turkey I had for dinner.)

I shouldn't have asked… okay, can you please say the disclaimer? (Yes, I can. DISCLAIMER: Ramiro doesn't own any character portrayed on this story. Danny and all the related characters are owned by Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon, and the ones who will appear from other series aren't owned by Ramiro as well. Also, this story is set independently from other Ramiro's ones.)

Thanks, Tuck. Okay, as you guys could read, we'll have a certain guest star in this story. (Actually, since this is a Danny's story, any visitor is a GHOST star.) Tucker, that joke is ranked 11 in the lame-o-meter, and it only marks up to 10. (Hey… OUCH! If my head and belly weren't hurting that much…)

Yeah, whatever; anyway, enough of this stuff. On with the show!

The Original Ghost Boy.

A Danny Phantom story by Acosta Pérez José Ramiro

-Spectral Visit.

"Hurry up, Kwan! The snowballs don't get made themselves."

Dash and Kwan, on their winter clothing, were at the city's outsides, filling up a large sack with snowballs. Dash chose that place because most of Amity's snow was already cleaned up by the several mechanical plows moving around the city's streets, so the best snow to ball-making (clean, firm, and in large amounts) was only found away from the main avenues and neighborhoods.

"Imagine Fenturd's face after we attack him with an avalanche of these beauties." Dash chuckled as looking at a particularly large snowball right before tossing it inside the sack.

"That will be funny… but I still don't get why you are placing a rock inside some balls." Kwan said while making another ball.

"Just for some extra consistence, man, and besides, I can't prank or bully him as much as usually since we are on winter break and all, so I need to do something special to compensate for it."

Dash and Kwan tossed the last snowballs when hearing a couple walking and chatting just a few yards away from them. Dash recognized them from school, and, knowing they weren't from the popular crew, decided it would be funny to exercise his aiming on the couple before performing his massive attack on Danny.

Dash grabbed one of the balls, and he and Kwan hide behind a small snow hill. The blond jock waited for a few moments so the couple could get closer, and then, when they were at the proper distance, threw the ball…

That stopped on mid air, and then fell to the ground. Dash and Kwan wide opened their eyes, and got shocked expressions when finding that, floating in front of them, there was a little snow forming part of a childish face, and it was talking to them with a kid's voice.

"Hey, that was rude! You can't throw those balls with rocks in them; that's quite dangerous."

"GHOST!" The jocks yelled in fear and turned to run, tripping with the sack, and hitting the snowy ground face first. Despite the pain, and the fact the snow gave them Santa-like beards and eyebrows, the boys stood up immediately, and ran away screaming girlishly, passing right in front of the couple they wanted to ambush; the boy got a puzzled expression while the girl scratched her head in confusion for a moment, and then they both shrugged and walked away.

The snowy face sighed, and a moment later, its owner became totally visible. It was a pudgy ghost boy, with no clothing or ears at all, a large head, and totally white skin, plus, like Desiree, he had a ghostly wisp instead of legs. The boy cleaned up the snow from his face, and shook his head.

"I even traveled invisible to avoid scaring anyone, and it was useless." The boy got a sad expression, proper of someone who had been on the same situation countless times. "Well, at least that school must be empty now, so nobody will see me there." The boy got a little smile at that thought, and flied heading to the city, hoping his destination was easy to find.

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Danny, Sam and Tucker were downtown, just goofing around, enjoying a well deserved break from ghost hunting, thanks to Danny's last visit to The Ghost Zone.

"Dude, I still don't believe why you didn't make it before."

"Neither do I, Tuck." Danny said to his pal, "That ghost party is becoming my favorite moment of the year."

"Good thing practically all your enemies go there, Danny, or we would be chasing The Box Ghost right now; all the city's dumpsters must be filled up with unwrapped presents' boxes." Sam said with a knowing smile, making Danny to chuckle and shake his head slightly.

"Yeah, and he must be resenting that right now; that's why I gave him a couple of large cardboard boxes as a consolation gift. Even Walker didn't object that since human world's stuff is allowed during the truce."

As every year, the ghosts had a truce during Christmas, and organized a party. Danny was there for a while before going home to have dinner with his family, and, when finding Desiree, had an idea; he wished that all his enemies would take a break from haunting and causing problems, and, as always, the genie ghost made it true, and, because of the truce, she couldn't twist the wish to make it backfire on Danny. Desiree told him that, since that wish would take a lot of power to be granted (since it basically meant opposing to the combined might of all the specters), the ghosts would only take a break during a couple of weeks, and after that things would be back to normal, and the wish would only be effective on Danny's foes, so any random ghost could still appear at Amity and give him troubles. However, Danny was still more powerful than most ghosts, so the occasional mischievous specter wasn't a big deal for him, meaning that, for some days, the halfa would really enjoy his free time… or, more precisely, would FINALLY have free time.

Of course, Danny wasn't the only one enjoying the winter break. Valerie was on a similar position; since Christmas, she hardly hunted any specter, and, without ghosts to fight with, Phantom was hardly seen as well, so she didn't need to use The Red Huntress' outfit. The girl took this chance to update her studying (something she hadn't attended properly for a while now), spend more time with her father, and hang around with Star, who was actually very likable when not around Paulina; and, of course, she also could hang around with Danny and his friends, who, curiously for the girl, seemed to be as relaxed as Valerie, and even Sam could have a civil and somehow entertaining conversation with her; Valerie guessed it was because, without attending school, they didn't have to suffer the constant mocking from Paulina or the mocking/bullying/insulting from Dash, which obviously would make anyone to wait eagerly for the holidays.

Valerie was currently heading to the mall; she had no real plans for the afternoon, so it was her best choice. Maybe she would find Star or Danny in there, and, if it didn't happen, she could always goof around as any regular teenage girl. She was about to cross the street when spotting Danny and company walking at the other sidewalk; the girl smiled and was about to call them when her ghost alarm activated.

"Guess my recess is over." Val sighed, and, thanking heavens that the trio hadn't spotted her (which meant she didn't need to invent a silly excuse to leave), the girl dashed the other direction, looking for an alley or some other kind of private place to activate her outfit.

The same moment Valerie ran away, Danny's ghost sense got activated as well.

"Random ghost?" Tucker asked his friend when noticing his expression.

"I guess so; I'll better check this up." Danny opened slightly his jacket to take out a Fenton Thermos.

"You got the Fenton Earphones?" Sam asked him. Danny nodded, and took the earphones out from his pocket, giving both Sam and Tucker one each and placing another on his ear, so his friends could hear and follow the halfa. Once they were ready, the trio started looking for a private place where Danny could 'Go Ghost' and attend the uninvited specter.

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At a nearby apartment store, Paulina was using one of her Christmas' gifts; a 500 dollars' certificate for clothing. The girl put on a green stylish sweater, and looked at herself in the dressing room's mirror.

"This one is really cool," the girl said to herself, "but… I don't know. I think it makes me look fat."

"You're not fat, just wide-boned."

"No, you're wrong; my body is perfectly…" Paulina stopped her speech and gasped in surprise; the mirror's reflection was now showing her as an extremely obese girl, grinning widely and making a silly face. Suddenly, the reflection turned into a fat white ghost that jumped out from the mirror, smiling at the horrified girl.

"BOO!"

"EEEEEK!" Paulina, extremely scared, ran away from the dressing room, getting the attention from everyone at the store. Then, out of nowhere, another white specter, much smaller and thinner than the first one, and showing two small buck teeth, appeared hovering at the center of the place.

"Do you guys know the deodorants? Well, I'm The-Odorant!" The ghost chuckled, and then burped loudly, releasing a massive green stinky cloud. The people covered their noses and got teary eyes at the horrible stench, and started looking for an exit, pushing and shoving each other.

The store's manager, covering his nose with a handkerchief, grabbed the place's phone and dialed 911.

"Hello, this is 911; what's your emergency?"

"Ghosts! We have a ghost here at Marley's! Please, send someone!" The manager begged.

"Okay, I'm sending someone… myself!"

The phone started shaking, and, a second later, a big thin ghost, with a large hooky nose, emerged from it, cackling at the manager. The man yelled in horror, and dashed away, and, as the customers and the rest of the store's crew, tripped and broke several fragile objects on his way out. The store was totally desert less than five seconds later.

The three ghosts gathered at the store's center and high-foured (because their hands only had four fingers including the thumb) them selves in triumph while laughing loudly.

"Hey, Stinky, what did you eat to produce that one?" The thinnest ghost, who seemed to be the group's leader, asked the smallest one.

"My special recipe, Stretch; cat-litter, rotten apples, and, for that unique odor, a football player's pair of socks," the little ghost replied between laughs.

"And how about the way that girl screamed? I bested myself!" The fat specter chuckled as his belly shook as a bunch of jell-o.

"Not bad, Fatso… I'm giving you an eight out of ten." Stretch pointed. "Okay, fools, play time is over; we still have to find Bulb Head."

"Yeah; my dinner doesn't cook itself." Fatso said, finally calming down his laughter just like his companions.

"And he still has to bring me a skunk for my daily stench bath." Stinky added.

"The nerve of that kid, to leave when he should be attending us," Stretch said angrily. "When I get my hands on that ghost boy…"

"Are you talking to me?"

The Ghostly Trio turned when hearing an unfamiliar voice. Behind them, a certain half-ghost wearing black spandex and white boots and gloves, with an stylized 'D' on his chest, was looking at them, with his arms folded and a stern expression.

"Hey, who invited you, kid?" Stretch folded his arms as well.

"Yes, we already scared everyone here; go search your own haunting place." Stinky added.

"Newsflash, guys; I had never seen you three around here, so I'm the local specter, and you are the ones invading." Danny pointed at the ghosts.

"Well, this is a big town, so why don't you leave and scare people somewhere else?" Fatso said in a smug tone while dismissing Danny with his right hand.

"I don't scare people; I protect them from ghosts like you."

The trio stared at Danny with evident shock and, after a few seconds, groaned in annoyance.

"Oh, please, not another one!" Fatso slapped his forehead.

"This whole business stinks!" Stinky shook his head.

"I don't know the problem with these no-scaring-humans ghosts!" Stretch said to his companions, and then glared at Danny. "Listen, kid, if you don't scare people, go back to the Ghost Zone and leave this territory to a ghost who really knows how to use it, or at least do something useful and serve said ghost! Otherwise, I don't know why you should stay here and be nothing but an obstacle for real specters!"

"Sorry, but my word is final. You aren't welcome here, so please leave and save yourselves from a beating." Danny glared back at Stretch, making his eyes to glow for a more intimidating effect.

The trio and Danny kept glaring to each other for a few seconds, and then Stretch smiled slyly, and placed his hands on his companions' shoulders.

"You heard the kid, guys. We have to leave now." Stretch gave Stinky and Fatso a knowing look they immediately understood, and, smiling like their boss, they nodded. The trio looked back at Danny, and, keeping their grins, phased through the ceiling.

"Well, that was easier than I thought." Danny said to himself, and was about to contact his friends when noticing an icy mist going out from his mouth; the ghosts weren't gone yet!

"Nice mist." Danny turned and found himself face to face with Stinky. "Want to see a little of mine?"

BUUUUUURRRRP!

"This smells worse than Dash's locker!" Danny covered his face and flew back several feet to get away from Stinky. He then noticed a large band at his back, and, gave a second look; the band was actually Stretch, using his body to create a large slingshot… and Danny was the pebble.

"So long, sucker!"

"WHOOOAH!" Danny screamed as Stretch shot him across the store. He was about to pass through the exit door when Fatso appeared in front of it, inflating himself to get an even larger volume.

"You exit that other way!" Fatso joked as Danny bounced on his massive belly, and was sent flying back, heading to a large window.

CRASH!

Danny landed at the middle of the street, stunned. He was about to stand up when Stinky flew around him several times while releasing his fumes, forming a stench tornado around Danny. The boy started coughing and didn't notice when Stretch made a lasso of his right arm, and tied Danny's body in a boa-like fashion; then, the thin ghost yanked his arm as hard as he could, releasing Danny, who started spinning like a top, not stopping until Fatso, who was hovering over him, dived against the boy, smashing him.

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About the same time Fatso played his mirror stunt on Paulina, the pudgy ghost boy landed on an alley (changing his wisp into a pair of thick short legs in the process) a few blocks away from the store, sighing in frustration. He had been flying around the city for a while now, hoping to see his destination from above, with no luck at all.

"Maybe I should just ask someone… but I don't see any other ghost around here. Curious; this is supposed to be the most haunted city ever." The kid said to himself, confused; he was expecting that, if not finding the place by him self, another specter would give him directions. "Guess I'll need to ask a human; hope this doesn't end as usual."

The kid got an idea to disguise his appearance; his body was kind of malleable, so started using his hands to make clothing out of it. After a minute or so, it seemed he was using a thick sweater and pants, and a winter hat as well, all white. Once he decided it was good enough, the kid left the alley, and smiled when finding a bald bearded man walking out from a nearby coffee place holding a cup.

"Excuse me, sir," the kid said in an extremely polite tone, "I'm looking for the high school. Can you tell me how to go there?"

The man, who was no other than Mister Lancer, raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, I can tell you, young man," Lancer said, "but why are you heading there? A school is the last place most youngsters want to be on their vacations."

"Well, I'm not from around here and… I have to do something in there. Don't worry, sir, I promise I'll not cause any problem, just get a fast look."

Lancer rubbed his chin, thinking if he should trust the kid or no, when another person came out from the coffee place, and accidentally bumped with him. Lancer got surprised, and dropped his cup.

"Look out, it's hot!" Lancer warned the kid so he could avoid getting scalded, but he couldn't do it… and the coffee combined with his body, giving him a slight brown tone. Lancer and everyone at the street looked at the kid in surprise.

"'A Christmas Carol'" Lancer finally screamed in fear, "It's a ghost!"

The people around the kid yelled as well, and started running in a very chaotic way, while the kid allowed the liquid to phase through his body, and returned to his regular form. Then, he tried to calm down everyone.

"Please, don't panic! I'm not hurting anyone!"

"Yes, because I'm not letting you do it!"

The kid looked up in the sky, spotting The Red Huntress aiming at him with a large ecto-gun.

BLAM!

The kid jumped aside just in time to avoid the shot, and flew away to escape from another one. Valerie chased him, shooting several times but not as much as when chasing Phantom; after all, they were on a crowded street, and shooting like crazy would eventually hurt an innocent passerby, so Val was taking her time to aim at her prey. This, of course, gave the kid more time to avoid the attacks, but also meant each one was getting closer to hitting him.

After a few minutes of chase, the kid turned invisible to miss the huntress. Valerie's alarm kept telling her the ghost was close, but couldn't see him; then, the girl got an idea, and started blasting at the buildings' rooftops, making the snow on them to fall down the street. Eventually, a little of it fell over the kid, making him visible.

"This can't be good." The boy gulped, and barely avoided another of Valerie's shots. He phased through the closest wall, and leaned against it to rest a little.

"No wonder there are no more ghosts around; that girl is scarier than The Fright Knight!" The boy said to himself a split second before Valerie made her way into the building by using karate punches and kicks on the wall; the extra protection from the suit allowed her to hit harder without feeling any pain, so the girl could take down the obstacle in no time.

The boy screamed in fear as the girl started shooting again, forcing him out of the building and up in the sky. Valerie grinned widely as returning to her sled; in an open space, she could shoot as much as she wanted without worrying about hurting anyone but the ghost. The huntress took a bazooka-like weapon out of nowhere (as her outfit always allowed her), and returned to chase the kid, who turned even paler when looking at the weapon.

"I hate my after-life."