Hello Friends! Welcome to my invisobang fic. A huge thanks to apinklion01 on tumblr for art for this fic. This story is complete and will be posted in it's entrity by Friday. Hope you enjoy :)

A shiver through his spine, breath frosting in front of him and a small poke in the side was all it took to make his day go south.

For fuck's sake.

Danny let out a quiet, frustrated sigh as he continued with the paper in front of him, ignoring Tucker's hiss of warning and another poke on the shoulder.

He was not going to blow his secret two months before graduation. Especially because of this.

Danny focused in on the next question on the stupid play, choosing to avoid the whispers starting up around them. Please don't let-

"For - The Whispers of Spirits! Mr. Fenton!?"

Damn it all. Danny leaned over his paper, blocking out the world. "Yeah Mr. Lancer?" he answered tightly.

"There's a -"

"I'm choosing to ignore him Mr. Lancer."

More whispers, louder this time. Tucker made a sound in between a snicker and a groan.

The ghost in question coughed indignantly.

"Ignore- Mr. Fenton, the Box Ghost is -"

Danny sighed, scribbling an answer distractedly on the last question. "I'm almost done - then I'll call my parents. Okay? It's just the Box Ghost."

The rest of class gasped and broke into all out chatter. He hadn't realized that the rumour of him being afraid of ghosts was going to be tested this severely.

The Box Ghost sighed loudly. "Well, if you're going to do that," he lamented, floating toward the teacher.

"Dude," Tucker hissed, "Look up."

Reluctantly, the half-ghost uncurled from his position on the desk to look up at the situation currently unfolding in the classroom.

"BEWARE!" The Box Ghost exclaimed in front of Mr. Lancer. The teacher nearly tripped over a desk at the volume. "I am the Booooooox Ghost and I come in search of employment!"

Danny's pen clattered to the floor just as his mouth fell open.

The Box Ghost was in his regular overalls, but waved a piece of glowing paper toward his vice-principal. There was a ghastly orange tie tied crookedly around his neck, hair combed neatly with no beanie in sight.

If he wasn't so shocked, Danny would be laughing just as hard as Tucker was.

Mr. Lancer, to his credit, stood up slowly with an eyebrow raised suspiciously. "A job?"

"Yes!" he boomed. "Here. In this classroom."

For Clockwork's sake - he's not serious!?

Mr. Lancer looked less convinced. "Mr. - erm…"

"Box Ghost is fine."

"Mr. Box Ghost then. Teachers do need to have an expertise… what would you propose to teach?"

The Box Ghost stared unwaveringly into the teacher's glare. "Boxes."

The entire class erupted in laughter. Danny frowned, finally deciding it was time to intervene. "Mr. Lancer, may I -" he didn't even finish as Mr. Lancer waved him along. Danny nodded at Tucker, an unspoken request passing between them. As he left, he flashed his eyes at the Box Ghost still pleading his case before running out into the hallway. A quick glance around him and then his transformation took over his form.

"One day, just one day…" he muttered to himself, jumping into the air and in the direction of his classroom. He didn't even bother grabbing the thermos, phasing back into the classroom and grabbed the Box Ghost by his collar. "He'll take it under consideration!" he quipped, pulling the ghost upward. Danny phased them both up through the school until they were outside, throwing the Box Ghost to the side with a frustrated groan. "What is your problem!?"

The Box Ghost blinked, floating a few feet away and fixed his tie. "My problem? You're the one who pulled me out of a job interview!"

"Job interview? Here? At my high school?!" Danny ran a hand through his hair. "You do realize I'm trying to graduate and get a job? I can't do that if you continue to set off my ghost sense all the time!"

"Well what do you want me to do?! You kept ignoring me!"

Danny's retort died on his lips, instead sighing deeply. "Yes," he explained patiently. "Because you kept bugging me at home while I was asleep. You're lucky Jazz managed to coach me for that test." His hands sparked with ecto-energy as his frustration continued to bubble under his skin. Danny shook them out, eying the ghost warily. "Were you actually trying to get my attention that badly?"

The Box Ghost fidgeted slightly. "Well…" he started.

Danny crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow. "Well?"

The Box Ghost stood up straighter. "I… um… need your help."

Danny almost dropped out of the air. "My help?" he asked skeptically. "With what?"

The Box Ghost pulled out a small paper from his overalls. "With a job." He said, uncharacteristically quiet.

Danny frowned, but said nothing right away. A small silence passed before he spoke again. "A job?" he repeated. "You were serious back there?" The Box Ghost nodded. "Okay…" Green eyes met red. "You want me to help you get a job? Where?"

The Box Ghost held out the paper, which Danny took gingerly. "Anywhere really," he replied. "I just wanted your opinion on my resume."

"You do realize I've never had a job in my life right? Not that I'm not flattered or anything but why me? Why not go to Plasmius? He's where all the ghosts go."

The Box Ghost shifted uncomfortably. "Things changed."

"Changed?"

"Yeah, changed."

"How?"

The Box Ghost made a small box appear in his left hand, Danny's gaze drifting toward it as it opened with a soft click. The ghost smiled at it warmly, presenting it to the young half ghost.

"You got to be kidding me," Danny whispered.

Inside the small box was a tiny photo of a ghost baby, with small black pig tails and distinct freckles dressed in pink and blue.

"Her name is Box Lunch," the ghost said proudly. "She's still young but we need some real world income to get the things we need." He looked down at the flabbergasted half-ghost. "Plasmius' jobs can be dangerous and I want to…" he closed the box, making it disappear and looked away. "I want to make her proud."

Danny looked at the Box Ghost curiously, standing up to his full height in the air. "Seriously?" he asked. "That's the reason? This isn't some trick to be trapped by Plasmius or Skulker? All you want is a job?"

The Box Ghost looked back at the boy in question. "I want to be a good dad," he said simply. There was malice or usual threatening undertones. "So I need a job to support my family. Will you help me?"

The Box Ghost held out his hand expectantly. Green eyes met red again, and something shifted in Danny's brain, desperately nagging at him. With a small frown, Danny shook the Box Ghost's hand.

And that was how he got stuck in this mess.