Twas the season of joy and cheer as Christmas was soon to be as all of Amity Park cheered and smiled, even the goth of Sam was in full cheer as she greeted and beamed. "Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Happy Hanukkah!" While not as seen on many that passed her in the Amity Park Mall, Sam still shared her joyful features to all in there as she soon greeted Mikey, in a festive manner. "Merry Christmas, Mikey." The change was apparent as Mikey yelped in surprise.

"You?! Are being cheery?!" He soon yelped in terror in hunching over. "IT'S A TRAP!" Flinging his arms high in the air, Mikey ran in screaming out of the mall. "*IT'S A TRA-A-A-AP*!" Sam looked puzzled as Danny and Tucker soon arrived, one crossed while the other was in disbelief before the normally-dour goth asked.

"What's with him?" Danny answered as he was the one crossed.

"What's with *you*?" Tucker spoke up as he assured Danny.

"Aw, perk up, Danny." His eyes opened back up as he continued. "I know you're in your annual holiday funk, but this is the one time of year Sam *isn't* instantly dour." This could be seen with her greeting another with holiday cheer.

"Have a kickin' Kwanzaa!" The man looked confused to the nervous look Sam had about that one as Tucker leaned over to his best friend.

"And the one time of the year I can bust out the Foley Mistletoe Beret!" He just swapped hats with one with a bobbing piece of mistletoe, which he tried to use on a attractive lady, only to get dog on the mouth and still think it was her from the taste of liver. Danny, however, didn't accept it as his rage bubbled before he shouted, only his friends hearing that.

"*I HATE THE HOLIDAYS*!" Sam asked the big question as to Danny's enraged mood.

"I don't get it!" She lifted her arms in question as she continued. "How can anybody hate this time of year? I don't even celebrate it and I love it!" Sam beamed before Tucker leaned over in explaining.

"That's right! You don't know about 'The Fight'."

"'The Fight'?" To that, Tucker glanced down the mall to where children would sit on a Santa lap and tell what they want for Christmas, except there were a pair of adults bickering about the time-old question of Santa Claus being real or fake. Maddie the 'oppression' while Jack was the 'defendant'.

"Santa Claus is a ho-ho-hoax!"

"Heretic!" They closed the gap on the mall Santa as Jack returned volley. "Santa's real as real can be!" Jack stood his ground as he called out to the kids and parents with megaphone in hand. "Don't listen to her, kids. Santa's coming tonight in his sleigh full of goodies! Keep the ho-ho-hope alive!" The confusion was real as Maddie attacked the very notion with science.

"Flying at *that* altitude? In the open? At *that* speed?" She pulled out a megaphone as well as she spoke into it. "He'd pass out! Or burn to a crisp from friction!" This was quite the spectacle that the Fentons were making as Maddie continued her rant. "It's scientifically impossible!" Danny growled as he spoke to his friends.

"If you need me, I'll be in the Ghost Zone, getting rid of some frustration." He headed off before bumping into Cedric, yelping as he got shocked. "Ow, watch it!"

"Danny?" Cedric paused with Talia behind him as he asked. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like, I am going into the Ghost Zone to get rid of some frustration." He lifted up the bag of Christmas goods and continued. "Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get going."

"Come on, Baby-pop." Danny turned to Topaz... looking too attractive for her own good in a Santa costume, posing with a mischief glint in her eye, but it slipped away as she joined the three. "You can come with us, we are just going to be celebrating Christmas in the base, it's quieter there, or do you hate Christmas altogether?" Danny raised two fingers as he spoke to her.

"When I was a baby, my parents were so into their argument of Santa that they left me to be peed on by a dog, age four saw the turkey come to life and Jazz beating it, but my parents just had their fight about that 'jolly old elf'."

"Yikes..." Topaz mused as she rubbed her neck. "Sorry I asked." That got Danny as he spoke.

"No, no, it's not your fault, it's just... my parents have been having this fight for fourteen years, maybe longer with Jazz, and that soured my mood for Christmas." Topaz nodded as she spoke with hugging him.

"It's okay, but be mindful, the Ghost Zone has a strict policy on ghosts who break the Truce."

"The... Truce?" Danny asked as Talia joined in, Topaz releasing as they looked at him.

"Yes, the Christmas Truce, created by the ancient ghosts who defeated Pariah Dark, making it a holiday in the Realms and one day when all ghosts agree to a ceasefire, peace in our world altogether, Daniel. We cannot attack each other on that day, nor have any scheme surpass that day, it is a sacred day for all of us."

"So... no argument?"

"No."

"No dogs likely to pee on me?"

"None whatsoever."

"And no food trying to kill me?"

"Walker's attempt of a fruitcake is likely the only thing to try and kill you, but it would be a death by law and order." Danny glanced about before he huffed.

"Thanks, but I need to blow off some steam, my head is too puffed out." Cedric nodded and extended a hand, Danny taking it before he got zapped again and yelped. "Ow! Cedric!"

"Oops!" Cedric lightly undid his coat to show the belt straps across his body. "This is the Specter Harness, an upgrade from the Specter Deflector; With this, I was hoping to keep to the tradition and keep any ghost from taking advantage of me during this Christmas time, I was trying to make several so that we would all be safe, but the right voltage to wear it for Demis is still up there." Danny blinked before he headed out.

"Alright then... that's cool..." He took flight, his rage coming back as he soon headed into the Zone...


The Ghost Zone was quiet for the upcoming festivities, but in a city hall structure, a ghost typed out the end of something as he spoke, a long purple coat and gray scarf adorning him with his black hair and pointed ears. "'Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fright." He beamed as his green eyes took it in and focused behind his glasses. "Ooh, oh that's good." He ripped out the paper from the keyboard before him and held it up proudly. "And it's *done*! My first Christmas poem ever. *Complete*!" He placed in the back of an open book before it closed, binding itself closed and the ghost hugging the complete book, but it was not meant to be as a Santa doll erupted to an ectoblast destroying it.

"You better watch out!" Danny ranted as he pulled out another toy and tossed it into the Ghost Zone. "You better not cry!" He blasted the ornament he tossed before he released the bag and ranted once more in exasperation. "Santa! No Santa! Santa! No Santa!" He lunged for the bag and tossed out all of its goods into the Zone as he exclaimed. "*Every year*!" He charged his blasts and fired. "*And I've had it*!" He spun in firing it off, hitting his targets perfectly, but one toy slipped to an odd building, the emerging ghost grinning with his book before an elf toy hit the cover and was followed by an ectoblast, destroying both in a burst to the ghost's surprise. "*Oops*!" Danny spoke as he floated over to the now-angry ghost as he apologized. "Sorry, man! It was a total accident!" But the ghost ranted in dismay as he scooped up a handful of the shreds as he exclaimed.

"'Oops'? '*Oops*'?!" He looked up as he continued. "Do you know have any idea what you've done?!"

"Well, not really, uh, hence the 'accident' part."

"You destroyed my greatest work! And that was my only copy!" An unblasted page floated down as Danny took it and read it out.

"'The Fright Before Christmas'? I destroyed a Christmas poem?" Danny thought about it before he spoke. "That's not good, I wanted to vent out my own anger at Christmas, not someone else's."

"*WHAT*?!" Danny huffed as he explained it out.

"Dude, I am *sick* of Christmas! I came to the Ghost Zone to get away from it!" He gestured to himself with a clenched hand as he continued. "I might not have meant to destroy your latest book,-" He answered as he just rolled the paper up and held it like a tube. "-but that doesn't mean I'm not remorseful about it." The tube was stored on Danny's person as the ghost ranted in disbelief.

"Scornful child! Scrooge-like urchin!" The ghost shouted before taking flight, a aura forming around him before he spiraled in violet energy as Danny asked, now considered as to who he just ticked off, right before Christmas.

"Aaaand, you are…?" The violet energy fade into a cloud around the ghost before solidifying as keyboards and screens before exclaiming.

"The Ghostwriter!" He gestured to the keyboards as he continued. "Every word I type on this keyboard becomes real!" Danny knew that he stepped into the wrong conflict as Ghostwriter continued. "And since you destroyed my Christmas poem, intentional or not..." He smiled for revenge as he continued. "You shall become my *new* Christmas poem!" He blasted Danny as he disappeared to Ghostwriter typing away to the new poem he would be making as a green and red book formed with the title being called 'The Fright before Christmas 2' and that is where the story truly starts with the Ghostwriter making everything the way he intended...


"On the day before Christmas in Amity Park," It went to Amity Park's mall as Danny blinked as he could have sworn, he starting to hear the voice as he glanced about. "Almost all there were cheery, yet one soul was dark." Danny finally spoke as he realized what just happened.

"Hey, that voice! It's that ghost! Whose book I destroyed!" He paused as he could tell that he was not just back in Amity, he was trapped in a new book to read. "Wait, I'm trapped in his poem? Now I'm really annoyed!" All he could do is speak in rhythm and either wait and understand what was happening or find someone who could help him out. The Ghostwriter himself typed the story out in rhythm as well as he spoke in time.

"Danny Fenton hates Christmas. He hates it a lot." Danny walked with the cheery Sam and Tucker as the Writer continued. "Which is why I've inserted the boy in this plot. He'll go-" Danny gasped as he spotted the overhead ceiling showing the Writer's visage. "-through this tale till the story is ended." He dissipated into purple smoke as Danny called out, unsure if anyone understood him.

"But you can't *make* me rhyme! That would make it too much, on how depending!" Whatever Sam was going to say was lost in greeting as Danny facepalmed on how he just rhythm himself as the Ghostwriter spoke.

"You will be quite surprised what I can and can't do." Danny looked to find where the Writer was speaking from before he paused in front of a window as the Ghost writer continued, Danny turning to the mirror on the other side of the glass as the Ghostwriter appeared in it. "But I'll leave you your freedom, so I can teach you." He looked into the mirror as the Ghost writer continued. "When you lash out at others, there's enmity earned. You're *stuck* in this poem till your lesson is learned." Danny stared as the mirror faded to himself reflected back before he sighed before Tucker spoke up.

"Who're you talking to, Danny?"

"Said Tucker, confused." Danny answered as best as he could, trying to rhythm in a gentle tone, on the fault he brought.

"Some passionate Ghostwriter. We're all just a muse!" He continued to explain, in hoping that ti was catch on. "I blew up his story without thought or chance-"

"No hint of remorse, except in a glance." The Ghostwriter spoke, confused as he expected a bitter heart, not a learning soul as Danny continued.

"-Now he's writing a new one,-" Danny answered in raising his arms forward to his friends. "-we're trapped in by force or fact!" But Sam and Tucker didn't believe that as the Ghostwriter dedicated their actions then.

"But Tucker and Sam merely shrugged in confusion, completely convinced of my ghostly illusion by act." Danny's brows fell from the simple 'crazy' gesture' Sam made, but it proves a fact, that he is the only one to understand. So he just headed off as Sam and Tucker followed, Cedric noticing before Sam questioned.

"Has he always been moody and glum in December?"

"A big, *whiny* Scrooge, long as I can remember." Tucker told the story of what happened to Danny, but one other in the book questioned it aloud, Danny's eyes widening in glee at the sound of his voice.

"Why is there rhyming going on around here?" Danny quickly bolted for the friend and gripped his hands, despite the shock as he pleaded to him.

"Oh, thank you so much, you can hear him clear!?" Cedric raised a brow as the Ghostwriter tried to right the story, but every attempt to write Cedric out was in vain as the young man spoke, his Harness the thing keeping him free.

"I can only assume that you are now in a poem?"

"What else could it be, you think me a golem?" Cedric raised his brow as he was released by Danny and hummed in question before he asked, the Writer still stuck, but still proceeding.

"If you destroyed his poem, then I understand your struggle."

"Please, I need your help, or would Talia want to snuggle?" Cedric glanced to the rhyme before gave it a fifty-fifty as he spoke.

"I cannot help as I have other places to be, but I will look into it for you."

"Okay, I just don't want to rhyme till I'm blue." Danny answered as Cedric nodded and headed off as he waved goodbye.

"Just know, Daniel, that you can choose to stay or go, the fight doesn't need to involve you at all."

Danny hummed before he spoke back in rhyming. "That's a good plan for next year, I would actually, for once, want to go to Montreal." Cedric looked surprised before snorting and laughing as he left, the rhyme finally getting him as Danny breathed easy before he turned to his folks still having their fight, frowning to them as Maddie exclaimed.

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again! A sled cannot travel the globe at mach 10!" Ghostwriter voiced the change as he felt that this 'Cedric' was going to be a problem, but focused on Danny for now.

"But Jack Fenton bellowed-"

"You're wrong! Wrong, you hear!"

"And never once thought he'd be spooking the deer." Ghostwriter continued as he possessed the inflatable Santa in the reindeer pen. "And just because this would annoy him the most, I decided to make every reindeer a ghost!" He blasted the reindeer and turning them into worse as the mall flew into a panic as Ghostwriter continued. "On Spooky, On Specter, On Death Hoof, On Thrasher! On Maimer, And Vicious, Blood Antlers, And Slasher!" Danny questioned why the reindeer and though not many believed, he still had a job to do as he rhymed away from his catch phrase.

"Time to roast!"

"Came his unfamiliar cry." Danny took flight from behind a tree as Phantom as Writer continued, in Danny's movement of stopping the rampaging ghost reindeer. "Danny Phantom did fly. Confronting the reindeer with powers quite ghostly. Protecting the last minute shoppers, well, mostly." Danny gave chase to stop the reindeer, but they were much stronger than expected, the idea that the Writer's power was influencing the story making it clear that he didn't want Danny to learn, he wanted Danny to suffer as the reindeer ghosts tore through the mall, even when one was lassoed and dragged Danny along for the ride before soon, he was left in a pile of spool as the Ghostwriters continued his verse as the reindeer flew away. "And the reindeer escaped, having torn up the mall." Danny frowned with a bow on his head as he understood the end of it here. ""Leaving Danny, yes Danny, the blame for it all." He huffed in removing the bow, heading out to the protest of many as it was clear that he was going to be unwelcome, ousted first before any real work was done. He flew high in the sky before he stopped on a glass skylight and asked, as if to get a reply from the Writer himself.

"Tell me now, Ghostwriter, are you sure that there is no other way?" As if on que, the Writer's face appeared in the glass as he spoke back.

"Not until you learn your lesson within one day."

"But why can I not do it otherwise, Writer, I am no scrooge, just a kid with misfortune on Christmas day."

"Be it yes or be it no, your lesson has not been learned, destroy my poem is your first action of spite, your second will be undiscerned." Danny huffed as he sat down and pulled out the page, the title looking back at him as he spoke once more.

"All I wanted to do was keep away and be myself, so why must I face your punishment and make a name for oneself?"

"Because you have done little in caring, so this lesson is still you despairing." Ghostwriter didn't know why, but the fact that Danny Phantom was not striking out now was something else he was expecting.

"What of the Christmas Truce, will it hold up to this ruse?" Ghostwriter defended himself as he exclaimed.

"Your attack was first, I have nothing to expect the worst. Say you learn, but you have a long way to earn." Danny huffed before he rolled up the parchment again and headed out as the Ghostwriter paused, expecting more of a fight, but he focused once more as he typed out the story as night soon fell over Amity Park. "But Danny's grim yuletide was only beginning. And later that night, as his patience was thinning-" The pair of Danny and Jazz had presents on their laps before Jack somehow tumbled down the chimney as he exclaimed.

"See? A fat man *can* fit down the chimney! Here's proof!" It would have been humorous, if it weren't for the book and the fight ongoing between the parents as Maddie exclaimed with arms to hips.

"That still won't explain how he gets on the roof!" Danny hummed in displeasure before he perked up as the Writer's voice was close now.

"And young Fenton sat there, just steaming and fuming,-" He stood up and checked the window to the snowman in the distance. "-his blood pressure rising, his anger consuming." The face of the snowing construct changed to the Writers as Danny sighed and spoke.

"I can't keep this up!"

"Danny said to the writer." Danny sat back down as he spoke back, a frown on his face form this whole thing.

"There's no poem if I'm silent!" However, Danny was just one character in the story as Jazz popped over to ask Danny for aid.

"Can't you make dad not fight her?" He groaned as he didn't realize that the others were unknowing players in this play as the snowman Writer plowed over to the window.

"You think this is over? It's barely begun!" Danny glanced to the snowman as the Writer continued on. "This all doesn't end till the lesson is done!" He faced the snowman and questioned as he rhythm along.

"And you think that I'll learn it? You think you're that tough?" The argument erupted once more as Jack and Maddie feuded.

"He exists!"

"No, he doesn't!"

"And Dan screamed-" Danny known his first word, but he continued it.

"Enough is enough!" The snowman shifted to only an evil grin as Danny lectured both his folks. "I'm sick of your fighting, can you please let this *die*?!" He continued on as both looked in sorrow. "You've ruined each Christmas! Each Christmas and I can't take anymore of this war,-" He stomped over to the door as he continued, swinging open as he continued his lecture, hoping that it will get through. "-am I clear? Fourteen years is enough!" He grabbed and finished as he closed it shut. "I am *so* out of here!" The door slammed as Maddie questioned, not understanding the problem at hand.

"Hm, what got into him?"

"He takes after his mother." Maddie looked insulted while Jazz gave her concern to the slightly soured Demi.

"Can't blame you for losing your cool, little brother." Danny took off as Jazz continued her words. "Go ahead, clear your head, and I think you'll be fine." Yet, he going as Phantom only drew more attention as the presents of all started to gather and follow, he looking back in confusion to the gifts flying after him, blinking as Jazz saw the same and jumped to exclaim. "But taking our presents is crossing the line!" He watched as more and more presents came from chimneys a plenty form across the streets and from the houses as he exclaimed to the moon, the only reflection that the Writer could use high above.

"Now you're ripping off gifts? What is that supposed to do?" The moon did don the Writer's face, no one else seeing it as well as the ghost did speak.

"A: Make a huge scene, and B: Blame it on you." Danny asked again as he looked to the moon, despite the people exclaiming down below.

"Is that fair, to make me the villain, I don't want to be rising like Bob Dylan."

"You say onto a mirror of your sins, I will not let you win." Danny just gestured in disbelief as he spoke.

"My victory is at the cost of their happiness, please, stop this conflict as it is needless!" Anymore was lost as Danny got shot, hair frazzled as Maddie exclaimed in getting through to get her shot, the story making them heedless that he was him.

"You've ruined our night!"

"Drink some anti-ghost tonic!" Danny dodged with his mouth popping open and letting the blast slipped past before it reformed and he questioned.

"Wait, I ruined *their* night? How's that for ironic?" He took off away and listened as the Writer spoke in story.

"So Danny did soar through the crisp evening-" Danny called out with fist up in the air.

"Look!" He extended out his limbs as he inquired to the dim below. "What's a guy gotta do to get out of this book?" He relaxed in thought as the Writer continued.

"And then Danny thought-" Danny smiled as he spoke.

"Wait, my problem is clear!" He float down to the row of Christmas decorations below. "This poem's about Christmas which is here, here, and here!" He came down to the Manson's door of their small manor. "This curse will stay on me from my town to Rome, but he can't Christmas me in a non-Christmas home!" He paused before he shook his head, speaking again as he instead took a stroll with hands in his pockets as Fenton again. "No, this is centered on me as the main foe, I would just drag her down into the undertow." He continued on his way as he mused to the white around him. "If I were to truly die in this story, would I be in a free category?" The window to his side glowed as the Ghostwriter scowled from it.

"You will do no such thing, that would be making this unable to sing!"

"Still, you have turned the town around and upside down..." Danny spoke to the reflection as he continued. "This is not a time to smile, but a time to frown."

"You will not take that step one bit, Danny Phantom! I control the story and here I am both tragedy and sanctum!" Danny shrugged as he replied back once more, the cold not bothering him.

"Then lift your spell and talk to me true, let us speak and make it without issue!" The Ghostwriter huffed before he shook his head and the next was a tragic tale as he was blamed once more, his friends turning their backs on him for defending himself against killer toys and a monster nutcracker and destroying the trees that came to pine. Truly, he was the bane of all and there was little he could do as he took to the Zone, in hope of clearing this up...


The ghost shield deployed, Danny looked inward before he headed down and through the portal as the Ghostwriter sung before he shouted in counter. "Give it up! You can't hide." He charged for the building where the Writer sat as he continued in rhyme "I know just where to find you." But the Writer believed he had won, turning back to his keyboard to get it across.

"But I'm still in control. Allow them to remind you." Where first instinct was to blast, Danny just soared as a different set of doors formed before him and he pushed them open before walking in as he inquired.

"'Them'?"

"Danny asked. Then he shuddered and trembled." Danny did neither as he took in the room before him, both foes and friends gathered there as they stared back at him as the Writer spoke again. "The door had brought him where all his foes were assembled." Foes was a strong word to use as Skulker beamed to Danny's approach.

"We've been waiting for you."

"Skulker said with a grin."

"Now our holiday party can finally begin!" All of it changed to lights and festive mood as Danny was in awe of the whole thing as Cup soon held a cup, Topaz holding a cooked fowl in ghost form, and all in cheer as Skulker rejoiced with cup held high.

"Eat, drink, and be merry!"

"Have some warm Christmas goose!" Indeed, all was cheery which was a surprise, if Danny did not know beforehand long as the Box Ghost answered to him.

"For surely you know of our annual truce." Danny smiled as he versed back to the ghost.

"I have heard, but never seen prior, this will be fun, but where is the friar?" Danny joked as the ghosts laughed just the same as the Ghostwriter pounded a fist and exclaimed.

"The truce? It's still holding?" He glanced down as he exclaimed. "I thought they'd dispend it!" He looked worried as he continued. "To beat on their foe-"

"Oh, this truce, we defend it! We don't fight on Christmas." Skulker answered as the others joined in.

"One day of tranquility!" Bertrand answered with raised finger as Spectra took to it as well in explanation.

"Come sundown tomorrow…" Spectra mused before most of them glared to the Demi hero.

"We resume all hostility!" Danny paused before he asked.

"Every ghost holds this truce?" Skulker answered.

"It's a fact!"

"It's a rule." Walker answered as Danny spoke next.

"Well, the Ghostwriter broke it!" They looked among themselves before Topaz huffed in annoyance.

"That is really uncool!" Danny walked past the tree and to the window as the ghost looked at him still.

"I'm trapped in his story! The guy's off his nut!" He cleared his throat in explaining once more, pulling out the paper that belonged. "But I should apologize, I wouldn't be in this mess if I had shown more exercise." Topaz came over as she joined in looking at the page.

"You are our foe, that's a given, but you understand your own faults, a motive driven."

"You give us freedom and time, sometimes even confine." Kitty answered in joining as Johnny joined as well.

"We have not seen eye to eye, but you always kept your eye to the sky!" Danny nodded as he looked at the page before he spoke again.

"Despite Ghostwriter's crime, I feel that he has more than fallen from his prime." The ghosts looked at him as he continued. "He made one copy of his latest book, but he is not a crook by the look."

"He still broke the law."

"And that could be the last straw." Danny answered to Walker's judgement as he continued. "But first, I want to be sure, I had to, so he must also endure." They nodded before taking off as the Ghostwriter spoke in panic to the party coming.

"Uh oh. The ghosts changed their-" The doors were busted down as the ghost came in as the Writer exclaimed. "*Crud*!" He quickly tried to turn the tides to his favor. "I have *got* to type faster!" Danny exclaimed as he pointed at the Writer.

"It's over, you hack!" But the Writer was not done.

"I don't think so, young master." Just as quickly, the truce devolved before someone threw an orange into Walker's face and the Ghost Writer tried to use it. "Someone thought quickly and picked up an orange... They threw it at Walker who..." It tampered off as he realized a critical flaw. "Oh, *CRUD*! Nothing rhymes with orange!" Just as quickly, the pink aura that devolved the ghosts faded away and their fight came to an end as Danny wailed on the Writer, launching him to two of the warden's guards before Danny flew over with power in hand.

"Roses are red, Violets are blue." He turned to blast the keyboards as he continued to verse. "Once these fry, I'm guessing this crazy poem is... through?" He still rhymed before he rubbed his temples and shook his head as the guards lifted the Writer up as he spoke.

"Danny screamed."

"I'm still talking in rhyme!" He sighed as the Ghostwriter continued his spiel.

"I would have forewarned you if given the time." Danny shook his head as the Writer continued. "There are two ways to finish this poem, just two. I'd tap out the end, but I can't, thanks to you!" Both Walker and Skulker escorted him out as he just continued his lecture. "So now you'll guide this story as the ghost who hates Christmas. Think you can do it, all mopey and listless?" Danny picked up a fragment of the keyboard as the Ghostwriter continued in being placed in a Ghost Zone SWAT van. "You think this ends here? You're about to get burned! This story's not done till the lesson is learned!" He laughed out as the doors closed and he was driven away, the defeat on Danny's face as the others gathered around him before he spoke.

"I did this to myself, now I have to fix it by oneself."

"You don't need to do it alone..."

"I know, but I need to, at least, atone." With that, he took flight, heading back to Amity back, where the curse followed him into the cold, the aura of the Writer gone, but still it was his own fault as he mused inward.

"With the keyboard all busted, the curse takes its toll. The story continues,-" The lights fizzled down and died as he looked to the now-blacked-out house before moving on, his presence a sheer show of it at its worse. "-but I've no control." By every house, the lights shut off and looking through a pane, he could see his old friend, sitting with no Christmas meat in front of him, making it worse as he walked away without a coat, but he was not alone for long as the friend got up and spotted his moping friend and, just as quickly, sent a message to the other of the three before Danny walked past the destroyed toys and halted in front of the wrecked trees, hand to his face as some fell and died and he looked ashamed as he did all this. The moment didn't last as his friends arrived, Sam draping a coat onto his shoulders as Tucker asked with sitting next to the miserable Danny.

"Dude, like, it's Christmas. So why are you here?" Sam joined in as she asked the same.

"Outside, with no friends or family near?" Danny looked forward to the trees and admitted his error.

"It's my fault." He said with hand covering his face in shame once more. "All my fault what happened tonight." Heedless to his gaze, the gifts ahead started to come alive with energy as Danny moaned to himself. "I spoke out in anger and acted in spite." He continued as more floated in the air. "I started this all when I picked that first fight." They looked forward as Danny continued in wishing. "But I'd give all I have to set everything right." His eyes popped as the crushed presents, now in the air, suddenly spun and were fixed back up as the coat on Danny was pulled on fully in confusion as more filled the sky as Sam exclaimed with them standing up.

"The gifts? They're not damaged?" They flew high to their confusion as Tucker joined in pondering.

"They're flying through the air!" They flew in great numbers as Danny mused to himself in that pondering confusion.

"Back where they came from? But who would-?" A single shout rang out from behind them, a familiar one.

"*Beware*!" Danny's sense went off, but he only changed into Phantom as part of his own training, gasping to the number of ghosts behind them as the Box Ghost exclaimed in readiness. "The Box Ghost shall conquer this holiday doom!" The Lunch Lady joined in as she explained with raising her hands.

"We just couldn't leave you to suffer in gloom!" Skulker showcased a new weapon as he exclaimed.

"Tomorrow, you'll see what this baby can do!" But it went away as he smiled. "But *all* ghosts share the truce, even half-ghosts, like you." What followed as a true clean up, though Danny couldn't have sworn her had spotted the Exorcist there as well, but that was impossible, he said he had other places to be and he certainly wouldn't have the time to just use the Fenton Portal to sneak into the Ghost Zone to find out more... could he? He didn't give it too much thought as toys and gifts were fixed and sent on their way, the trees coming back to life and taken back to the houses of those who have lost their Christmas to the poem, Danny doing well in making amends for what he had lead to transpire and started to come to realize that it was a part of the Christmas time as he brought his parents and sister back up to festive spirits, the ghosts heading out and easily avoiding the roused ghost hunters, Danny reflecting on his time and his wish to get better as he mused.

"And that's when I thought... Maybe this is the moral." He mused in his folks chasing after the sleigh being pulled by the ghost reindeer as he continued. "In the same way my folks love their old Christmas quarrel, everyone celebrates in the way of their choosing." He nodded to himself as he continued in his musing. "I was so busy whining, I started abusing the ones I love most and I ruined their cheer." He nodded to the final thought to come. "I'll try to be better, come Christmas next year." It still captioned like that in the poem text before the trio of Sam, Tucker, and Jasmine spoke, confused to the rhyme.

"Uh, nice sentiment, but what are you, a greeting card?"

"Yeah. Why're you talking in rhyme?"

"Such a dork." Danny realized the same as he questioned himself.

"We're not talking in rhyme?" He cheered with everyone backing off from his sudden change. "*WE'RE NOT TALKING IN RHYME*!" The book closed with the title 'The Fright before Christmas 2, Ghostwriter smiling before he edged away form his titanic cellmate, but cowered when the warden offer a cirrus treat from the other side of the bars.

"Orange?"

"Get that thing away from me!" He screamed as the sentence was light, for some reason, Clockwork had plans for the Ghostwriter, so he was on probation, the 'lighter' punishment over spending time in the jail...