HEY HEY HEY! This is a short one-shot that I got from my friend. She told me what to write, and I complied! Boxy is sorta OOC, but oh well. So, enjoy the show!
DANNY PHANTOM ISN'T MINE!
Boxy sat on his floating chair in his box-piled lair. He rubbed his face as he thought about today.
His Death Day. Every ghost knew that the day a ghost died was the most important day of their after-life.
He looked around his lair, but then sighed. He was bored, and it was supposed to be his Death Day! He should be out and about, having a great time, not sitting around and moping!
The Box Ghost made up his mind and headed out to find the Fenton Portal. He was going to have a great day, no matter what! He flew out of his door and as fast as he could to the portal.
As he stuck his head through the Fenton Portal, he noticed none of the hunters were in the lab. He smiled to himself and turned intangible, flying out of the house. As he turned tangible outside, he noticed that the halfa was in his room and had his back turned to something.
Boxy cocked his head to the side but out on a frightened expression when Danny's ghost sense went off. He quickly flew away from the teen so he didn't get sucked back into the ghost zone.
He looked over the city and decided to go to the mall, they had lots of storage areas with boxes, right? The ghost flew down to the Amity Mall and phased in.
"BEWARE! For I am the Box Ghost, and I'm here to take all of these amazing boxes!" he yelled, grinning for ear to ear. "For today is a special day! It is my-"
"Buzz off, man!" came a bystander's reply.
The blue ghost frowned. "What is this thing you call 'buzzing off'? For I am the Box Ghost, not that insect you humans call a bee!" he yelled. "Anyway, today is a special day for myself! For today is-"
"Just leave!" another person yelled, getting annoyed by the fact that Boxy was still in the mall.
The Box Ghost looked at the stranger, and his frown grew into sadness. "Puny human!" he yelled out weakly, tears starting to form in his eyes. "This day must not be ruined, for I-"
He heard a snort. "Leave!"
Boxy sniffled as he flew out of the mall, tears going down his face. All ghosts feel extreme emotion on Death Day's, even halfas such as Phantom. He flew down to a small building that seemed to be abandoned and sat down on a box.
Wait.
A box.
And he isn't obsessing over it.
WHAT?!
He put his hands to his face, and took a deep, unneeded breath. He was having the worst Death Day in twenty-three years. He even had a bunch of wolves bite his leg one time. How does that even work?
"You alright, Boxy?" came a voice from behind him. The box ghost turned to see a black and silvery-white HAZMAT suit.
He sighed. "No, Phantom, I am not. For today is my Death Day. You know how important it is to ghosts."
Danny nodded and smiled in sympathy. "Maybe this will make you feel better."
Boxy hadn't noticed, but he saw that Phantom had a large gift in his hands with mini ghosts on the wrapping paper. The halfa smiled. "Here you go, Boxy."
He threw the gift to the ghost, then vanished from sight.
The Box Ghost blinked and looked at the present that Phantom had given him. He ripped the paper and opened the box.
He grinned when he saw the gift. A whole box of large boxed peanuts!
Tears formed in his eyes when he realized that someone actually, genuinely cared for him.
"Thank you, Phantom!" a whisper left his lips. He smiled. "Thank you."