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Danny Fenton has a family and two best friends; Danny Phantom, however, is quite alone.
Three o' clock in the morning.
The growl of a distant car echoed across the empty streets. Most day-dwellers have long ago snuggled into their well warmed bed, hoping weekend to come earlier in their foggy dreams. The weak glow from Danny illuminated the street, enveloping the world in its bluish tint.
It was then Danny decided to head home and salvage a few hours of sleep before going to school again.
Half the night of sleep sacrificed to protect his home town, to escape his ever failing grade, his sister's ever watchful eye, and the ever looming chance of his parents' rejection when...if they figured out who he really was.
Half lidded eyes skipped across buildings and mailboxes, when a tiny mist wriggled out of the ghost boy's mouth. Danny whipped his head around, apprehensive of even the slightest noise. A misty figure shot out from the solid surface of an abandoned building with a familiar scream. Danny grimaced.
"I am the Box Ghost!"
Danny didn't long t o hear the wail, but welcomed it none the less. Anything else, and he may be fighting for his life. Some point in his never ending part-time job, the necessity of his almost futile fight turned into a gnawing. After all, this was his parents' job; and perhaps if his parents caught all the ghosts he had caught instead, they might be much better at their job--and much more famous too.
With a heaving sigh, Danny watched as the Box Ghost reintroduced and reasserted himself as the king of all things square. "Do you have to say that every time you see me?"
"Yes." The answer, not even a wail typical of the Box Ghost, sounded as if it should be obvious. A look on the Box Ghost's face confirmed the suspicion.
"Why are you here..." Déjà vu. Danny realized that this was his second...no, third encounter with the Box Ghost in two days. "...again?"
A sudden unease lined the oftentimes childlike face of the Box Ghost, leaving a paranoid thought in Danny's mind that something was wrong. Box Ghost muttered with lowered gaze, as if he was a child being scolded after getting caught red handed.
"I'm...lonely."
The not-quite ghost blinked, swelled with joy, and smiled his boyish smile.
"I'll be here whenever you need me."
The End