Host

It was a normal day for the half-ghost half-human called Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton. He was late for school. Bullies had taken his lunch so he had to rely on his backup snacks to keep him going. He got a detention for eating said backup snacks in class. And now he was fighting for the right to keep his pelt. Just another day in the life of a halfa.

"Come on Skulker" Phantom cried. "Don't you have better things to do? It is almost December after all."

"Why would December deter me from hunting you?" the ghost asked but didn't pause his assault rocket launchers popping out of his shoulders aiming at his 'prey'. Phantom rolled his eyes and took off flying raising against the missiles it was a simple matter to fly different patterns causing the deadly pursuers to crash destructively into one another.

"I'd think you'd be busy setting up for the Holiday Truce Party." Phantom asked as Skulker's gun whined, charging up for a blast. The teenage ghost stood at the ready to dodge, weave, tuck and roll but instead of firing, Skulker froze. Staring the boy down at the end of the barrel. He had a confusing look on his face.

"What?" he asked

Phantom blinked but stayed on guard just in case. "'What' what?"

"Well, I'm not hosting the Truce Party this year," Skulker said almost cautiously.

"You're not!?" Phantom asked supersized. "But everyone said you hosted the last, like seven years or something I thought you did it every year."

The hunter ghost lowered his weapons slightly but still had a proper grip on it ready to use. "The Ghosts living in the Great Between vote who hosts different holidays each year. The person picked for the Winter Holiday Truce is often based on who causes everyone the most grief the previous year."

Seeing his enemy lighten up, Phantom leaned back slightly crossing his arms, but paid attention, he had only been a ghost for a about a year and a half and he spent most of his time in the human world so anything he could learn about his new heritage was valuable. "So, it's like a punishment."

The hunter wavered. "Well… no, it's an honor…. And a lot of work."

"Payback." Phantom concluded. "And because you hunt like everything that catches your fancy you have been hosting the Winter Holiday Truce Party for a while." Phantom paused for a second. "Wait, what about Walker? He causes more trouble than you."

"One of the rules of being host is that they have to host the party in your own territory. Oddly enough no one wants to celebrate the season in jail. We spend enough time there as it is." Skulker hovered peacefully. It was always jarring when Danny managed to see the normally violent ghost in such a way. Though it was an improvement.

"Yeah, I can see that." Danny nodded. "but back on topic. Who's hosting this year?"

"You really don't know who is hosting it?" Skulker spoke calculating and baffled.

"No, why would I lie?" Phantom said just as perplexed.

"To get out of me hunting you."

Phantom paused for a minute and shrugged. "That is a valid explanation but I'm not lying, who's hosting it?"

"You are." Skulker said bluntly. Weapons now hanging limp at his sides.

Phantom remained the same only blinking slightly. "What?"

"Oh, come on welp. You have caused so much wide-spread trouble that you won by a landslide."

"But- but- I help just as much as I hurt."

"Doesn't matter ghost kid, decision was made last New Year's Day. You're hosting it."

"But I- I don't know anything about parties, let alone ghost parties. I still don't even like Christmas all that much." Suddenly his mind went running. "and unless everyone wants to get attacked by ghost weapons I don't have a house to host it in, and I don't have the money to buy food and supply, much less rent a place."

Skulker shrugged. "Don't know what to tell yah welp. But I will say is this" he pointed a finger at him menacingly. "The Winter Truce is a very important holiday for all us ghosts. Especially me. This is the first time in 43 years that I don't have to host so I can just enjoy it, and if you ruin this, I can guarantee I for one will make sure you pay for it."

Phantom looked on in disbelief horror. "No pressure." He murmured to himself sarcastically.

"No, lots of pressure." the hunting ghost corrected. "This is the only holiday of the entire year where every ghost everywhere takes a truce of peace. And you're a hell of a lot more popular and unpopular than me, with a reputation to boot. I wouldn't be surprised if half the Infinite Realms came to your party just to see what all the hype was about."

Phantom was growing paler and paler. "B-but it's almost December."

"Not my problem welp." Skulker said whipping his gun up and shooting at the halfa.

Only muscle memory saved him. That alone spoke of how much experience he had with surprise attacks. Though he wanted to completely freak out over the prospect of hosting the biggest party of the year for the biggest, meanest, most unpredictable population of beings in all existence, right now he needed to focus on the fight.

…Although he couldn't exactly host the party if Skulker hung his pelt on his wall…

A blast hit the building behind him and Phantom was sharply reminded of how much dying or half dying had hurt. All thoughts of the celebration were wiped from his mind. Fight first, then he could freak out and figure out how he was going to get out of this one with his half life.

-0-

"Ember honey. Do you remember who was supposed to tell the welp he was hosting the Winter Holiday Truce Party this year?"

The rockstar paused in thought from where she was reading on his fur couch. "I don't know. Why do you ask?"

Skulker growled. "Because whoever it was didn't do it."

Ember froze "What." She said voice and tone dangerously blank.

"I just got back from hunting the welp. We got talking. He had no clue he was put down to host the party."

"Are you kidding me!" Ember exploded. "The whole reason we decide who does what on New Years is because that gives the sucker hosting the Winter Holiday a full year. I don't like the welp any more than the average ghost but not telling him is cruel!"

Skulker nods crossing his arms. "Not to mention sacrilegious to everything the Truce represents."

Ember let her book drop. "You're right. Whoever refused to tell Baby Pop not only screwed him over but everyone in the Great Between as well. There is no way the shrimp is going to be able to host the party with only a month to prepare."

Skulker nodded, eyes locked onto Embers. Her eyes were alight with rightful vengeance. It was a beautiful sight that reminded him why he put up with her. "So what do you think?"

The performer grabbed her electric guitar with purpose. "We are going to learn what jackass decided to mess with our Winter Holiday Truce." Ember picked a fast little melody her ecto energy flowing into the music and turning it deadly "and we teach them a lesson in courtesy."

The hunt was long and grueling. Everywhere the two went they were met with venomous denials and similar righteous anger. By the time they finally learned who was put in charge of informing the ghost child they had gathered a sizable mob.

Vlad 'Plasmius' Masters.

If the ghost had lived on the other side of the Infinite Realms, or didn't know where the portal to the young halfa's town was the ghost mob might have cut them a bit of slack. But it being Plasmius there was NO EXCUSE. The man was the other halfa in existence. He was older, he knew the rules of the Zone. He was there at the New Year's meeting. He was Mayor of the town the ghost child protected and lived in. Heck, he ate dinner with Phantom's ghost hunting family every other week. Plasmius had purposely not told the youngest member of his own species that he was hosting the biggest holiday of the year.

The ghost mob had lost all reason by the time they reached the eldest halfa's portal. They tore their way through. What happened next was pure mayhem. Plasmius fought back hard but there was just too many of them and the ghosts, as out of control as they were, made sure to not attract the attention of Phantom. This was still technically his territory so he would still interfere if he discovered what they were doing.

By the time they were done the entire home of the Mayor of Amity Park was completely gutted. Walls were torn down to the studs. Furniture smashed. Countertops scorched to high heaven. It was complete disarray. And no one had even called the cops. This caused ridiculous pride for the ghosts but it didn't last as they interrogated the halfa for his Grievance.

"We were pushing it letting a yearling host the Winter Holiday Truce Party as it was, but you didn't even tell him?!"

"It takes months to order supplies" Skulker bellowed outraged. "and half of it doesn't come in because of pirates. Not to mention that because the welp's territory is in the human realm he has to supply ecto food which I am sure the boy doesn't even know about. Not to mention all the other preparations."

"Why would you do this!? Why ruin Christmas?!" One of the random members of the mass exclaimed.

Plasmius rolled his eyes despite his situation. "Honestly? Did any of you really expect this Holiday Truse Party to be worth going to anyway? Daniel is 15 years old barely over his first year as a ghost, living with is ghost hunting parents. Where did you think he was going to host this celebration? In his room?" the half ghost shook his head. "this Christmas was doomed to be a disaster the second you decided Daniel would be the host. All I did was turn things so that something good comes out of it, for us anyway."

That caused some to stop. Plasmius did have a point. "Furthermore, I don't see why any of you even care. None of you like Daniel that much anyway. That is why you gave him the party in the first place"

"No, we don't like Baby bop." Ember spoke leaning down in front of the halfa. "But we respect him. If any yearling could host the biggest truce party of the year it would be him. And I for one will be attending it, disaster or not. Because now this disaster is on you." the rocker leaned down menacingly. "The kid at least deserved a fair warning. Now tell us why you didn't tell him like you said you were gonna!"

Plasmius sneered at the rockstar but let out a huff and spoke. "I hoped to push him far enough that he would have no other choice but to come to me for aid. When he did, I would demand proper payment."

The entire crowd erupted into grown and anger-filled shouting.

"You tried to use the Winter Holiday Truce Party to FORCE PHANTOM TO BE YOUR SON!" Ember screamed with utter fury, her hair flaming up to incredible heights. She was one millisecond away from taking things too far when another ghost pulled her away so another could address the Halfa.

"Vlad Plasmius you have been found guilty of sabotaging the biggest most important holiday of the year. Using a truce of peace as a weapon, and breaking the oath of the New Year's Meeting." Walker gritted. Before turning to the crowd. "Now how should we punish him?"

Hundreds of glowing eyes locked on the condemned man contemplating silently. Plasmius held up his facade of indifference as he worked to free himself from his bindings. One thing was for sure.

After this none of the ghosts of the Great Between would ever work for him again.

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I find it interesting that I couldn't find any fanfictions about Danny hosting the Christmas truce party. So, I made my own.

I tried to avoid saying 'Christmas Party' because not everyone celebrates Christmas and I feel like the mass majority of the ghost population would be Atheists or at least very sketch with faith. So this holiday would be more about a day of peace then it would be about presents and faith.

I'm also having a hard time writing lately. So, I figured maybe if I did some holiday stuff it would invigorate me.

We'll see how it goes. But anyway. Not sure how many chapters this one will have. I'm just going to start writing and see where it takes me.

I do not own 'Danny Phantom'