YO. DANNY PHANTOM DOESN'T BELONG TO ME.
Danny groaned. The box ghost was at it again. It was these jobs that he liked to leave to Mom and Dad. Unfortunately, they weren't here right now, so little old Phantom would have to clean it up. After a shout of 'BEWARE', the other students in the classroom fled screaming, giving Danny a perfect opportunity to dart into the bathroom. Black changed to white and blue to green, and Danny Phantom joined the fray.
The student mob was travelling at a surprisingly quick rate. Boxy chased them to the third story and back, all the while dispensing "good banter". Finally, Danny tracked them down. Too annoyed to bother with a witty jab, he reached for the Fenton thermos.
His hand closed on nothing. Groaning again, Danny realized the thermos was still in his backpack. Intangible, he flew to the other side of the school and rooted through his backpack. The thermos wasn't in it. He dug into the pack again, pulling out several textbooks in the process. Still no thermos.
Entirely bored with the situation, Danny phased through the wall, entering another classroom. He heard a small yelp. Turning entirely visible, he spotted Kwan, who had comically crammed himself under a desk, attempting to hide from the absolutely terrifying box ghost.
Barely holding in his amusement, Danny phased out of the classroom and into the hallway, quickly finding his locker. Reaching into it with an intangible hand, he breathed a sigh of relief when he easily found the thermos. He zipped out of the school, scanning his surroundings for the box ghost.
Still harassing a crowd of students that inexplicably didn't scatter once outside, the box ghost accumulated a swirling mass of cardboard crates. It appeared that the ghost had just finished spelling out his plan to the quivering mass of kids.
Prepared to intervene at any moment, Danny hovered in the air and watched curiously as each box unfolded into flat panels and joined together into one giant box. Danny sighed, uncapping the thermos. Approaching, he aimed it at the ghost and pressed the button.
A cardboard barrier blocked his shot. All the girls and a few of the others let out a desperate scream, enhancing Danny's headache. Clutching his forehead, he blinked in confusion. His surroundings grew dark. Removing his hand from his face, he witnessed each box unfold, joining with the others to form a much bigger box that enveloped the entire crowd and Danny.
"Beware!" shouted the box ghost from outside, slightly muffled. Danny rolled his eyes. At least the ghost had been a little more creative this time around. Danny went intangible and exited the giant box.
The box ghost gasped, staring at Danny. "HooOOoW DAaaAaRE YOOoOOoOU," the box ghost warbled, adding a 'scary' ghostly inflection. Danny sighed, promptly delivering an ectoblast to the face for the box ghost.
Danny winced as several ear-piercing, blood-curdling screams assaulted his ears. Clamping both fists over his ears, he swung around to see what they were afraid of. Slowly, he dropped his hands to his sides. His mouth hung open. The box containing the students slowly began to float. Then, it began to fall.
Upward.
The screaming rose to an incredible pitch as the box plummeted toward the sky.
Yeah, Sorry it's so short. I wasn't sure if I could or should really make fan fiction, so this is a test, I guess? If you want me to continue the story, R&R. I really appreciate it! Criticism is welcome.
Thank you for reading! Sincerely, Graytomb