Disclaimer: a proper disclaimer can be found in previous chapters. I'm too lazy to do one right now.

AN: It has been too long (just over 2 years) so I figured a recap was in order.

What has happened so far on this fic:

Jack became sad after realizing his favorite kid was growing, so he went to visit North to speak of his trouble. North took the guardian of Fun to meet Jack Fenton, letting the younger spirit know some people kept believing in magic for their whole lives. Jack felt a lot more hopeful at the revelation, thanking North and planning to go back to frost things for the season.

Before they go back, though, they met a Christmas-hating Danny Fenton —who they find out can see them and touch them despite being a non-believer—and try to follow him only to realize the kid was not around. That soon lead to North asking Bunnnymund to chase the kid around to find out why this kid was like that (but, more importantly, why he hated Christmas).

A paranoid Danny found out he was being stalked by a "foreign nut who thinks is the Easter Bunny", then the halfa and the nut were attacked by a shadowy fruitloop that didn't trigger Danny's ghost sense. The dark foe almost killed the bunny and took certain unconscious Christmas-hater, but was stopped by the timely intervention of North and Jack, who took the two of them to The Workshop.

The absent guardians got summoned once more, the news of Pitch coming back as strong as he had been in the darker ages being as surprising as it was damning.

But the night was far from over. The sound of something breaking made the guardians step out of the Globe Room, only to find chaos and destruction all over the place. A yeti soon pointed to the right direction of the trouble source, and they got to meet a white-haired spirit they had never seen before. And so, while Sandman failed to let the guardians know the spirit was not malevolent (despite destroying Santa's Workshop), Pitch Black was left unattended and free to cause mayhem in Amity Park.

Self-betaed chapter.

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Chapter 7: The smashing before Christmas

A first impression is a very important thing. A good first impression might lead to friendship, a bad one might develop into a fight.

If certain unconscious half-ghost teenager had woken up five minutes later than he did, he would have been through a pleasant awakening: the smell of cookies would poke his nose invitingly, then he would have opened his eyes groggily and looked up into an unfamiliar roof filled with ice-sculpted figurines. He would have sat there lazily admiring those while his mind slowly caught up to the present, then he would notice the little toy-like elves fooling around in the room. Danny would have laughed heartily at their silliness and tried to follow the startled little creatures outside the room, to meet a place filled with so much magic it could make the more cynical of men actually stop and gape in wonder…

But the mystique forces of the universe decided to wake Danny when he did and not five minutes later.

As Danny came out from his unconscious state, he felt something wrapping around him; right after came the sight of a brown, furry face inches around him his nose. The huge and hairy being that had its limbs around Danny never registered in the teen's mind as a yeti trying to wrap a sheet around his body to protect him from cold —because, really, who would ever think that?—. No, what Danny's half-conscious-half-sleep mind instantly concluded that was that he was being attacked by a ghostly bear.

The reaction was instantaneous: Danny screamed in fear and shot an ecto-blast by reflex, jumping up. The "bear" flew up propelled by the green beam and flew up straight to the ceiling, ruining a collection of extremely complex ice sculptures —Danny, stupidly looking up from the bed he was standing on, never got the chance to appreciate the room's wonderful decor before they got smashed by the thrown "bear". The only thing that informed the startled teen that something fragile had been up in the ceiling was the sound of something breaking and what looked like a rain of very sharp glass shards. Not missing a beat, Danny transformed into his ghostly persona and turned intangible just in time to avoid becoming Fenton kebab.

It was in the split second it took gravity to bring down the thing, which Danny had attacked, down to the floor, that he became aware that the bear had friends… all of them big, menacing and carrying cubs.

Oh, joy.

Danny felt irritated. And that irritation rose a hitch when he noticed that wherever the hell he had ended up in was heavily decorated with Christmas crap.

The ugly-bear-thing stood up slowly, and only then Danny actually paid attention to the bears that didn't look quite like bears. "WOW! You are the ugliest bears I have ever seen!" Danny pointed to their faces, his tongue getting ahead of his brain, "No, scratch that, Vlad mutant animals were uglier; but those were ghosts, and my ghost sense didn't go off around you, so I guess that makes you not the ugliest I have ever seen, just the ugliest ones alive. Ever."

The pause that followed Danny's blatant insult took a moment for the "bears" to register and look displeased. A unmistakable sign that this beings were intelligent… and they weren't actually bears. In fact, now that Danny got over his half-sleep impression, it damned on him how alike this things were to the brown, Big-Foot-look-like species from Star Wars.

Completely ignoring the glaring Might-be-Wookies, Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed to remember how he ended up where he was, but the only thing his mind provided was the memory of shadows, a creepy laughter… and the beginnings of an impressive headache.

"Arh!" He started, abruptly groaning, "Never mind that, I can figure that out latter. I'm out of here."

Danny had not cared at all that he had had an audience when he had transformed into his ghost form, since this things were not human —hell, he was half-sure Vlad was behind this loopy scenario, and thus, this things had to know about Danny anyway.

The idea that Vlad was responsible was taken as a truth despite of an utter lack of evidence... But Danny could not be faulted by his logic since none of his other ghost-enemies fitted the bill: only Vlad in his creepy fruiloopy glory had ever dragged him into a hare-brained scheme without being around as Danny woke up to scream at him he was doomed or something… except Technus, (who could be surprisingly sneaky when it suited him) but since this place closer to 'Planet of Apes with bears instead of monkeys' than 'Maximum Overdrive' (an old, crappy, horror-film where machines come alive and get homicidal), Danny was sure it wasn't Tec-Headache 2.0.

Now sure that Vlad was behind yet another kidnapping attempt, Danny reached the logical conclusion that this ugly bunch were the new bath of experiment of his arch-nemesis… one that didn't include ghosts, but live animals.

Danny felt a wave of disgust into his stomach.

"Let me guess," Danny asked Vlad latest experiments, while floating in the very same room he had woken up in "This whole room is ghost proofed isn't it?"

"URGHG?"

"Yeah, I thought so," Danny declared, blasting the twin ecto-blasts from his hands to strike the wookie on the left, then the one on the right, and finishing with yet another towards the one that had been in the middle, so he could have a free way to fly out of the room without phasing through the creatures.

"Well, that was easy," Danny proclaimed from the hallway, starting to look for a way out.

No soon after he finished saying it, he arrived into a very big room that could have put a Christmas-themed Walmart into shame; and that room was full of very muscular wookies working on making toys. "

…

The chaos Danny would manage in the hour to come was be something for the history books. It began innocently enough, he tried flying out of the place, intangibly passing through the angry mob towards the next room. And, as he predicted, he bounced off the first wall he tried to phase through.

As he stopped to rub his poor nose, Danny got the chance to take a look to the room he was in. Then Danny saw red.

If the decorations in the room he had woken up was making his eye twitch, this one was making him borderline implode. Christmas lights in every table, door, window and every place the wall touched the roof; there were more Christmas trees in the room than pines in the whole Canada; mistletoe was in every arch; and there were enough decorated boxes for the Box Ghost to conquer the world with.

It was insane.

Even the candy canes and the socks over a chimney to his right seemed to mock him.

Oh no. This hadn't been Vlad. Even the Cheese-head wouldn't have managed to so effectively design such a personalized piece of hell for Danny.

Danny's memories of an Australian dude claiming he was the Easter Rabbit flooded his mind… And then he noticed the elves.

"No, no, no, no," Danny firmly denied. The idea that he was actually in Santa's workshop was so incredibly stupid… it had to be a nightmare...

"Maybe the Fright Night impaled me with his Soul Shredder when I was sleeping?" He half-wished that was the case, but Danny didn't fear Christmas, he just loathed it with every fiber of his being.

Entering denial, Danny simply went back to blame it on Vlad… besides, if this place was truly Santa's Workshop the elves would be making the toys... and there wouldn't be a Big-Foot army.

"This is Vlad's doing," he announced out-loud, trying to convince himself —it truly made as much sense as anything (well, not really), and certainly ringed more true than certain fleeting thought he would deny ever having: Danny was not, in any way, going to believe he was in a magical toy factory that didn't exist outside children's books and sappy holiday movies.

Danny's rational mind stomped on the little voice that kept trying to warn him that a lot things he had once thought impossible had been real, so he should keep an open mind.

"I'm not in the North Pole, I didn't meet the Easter Rabbit last night, I'm not crazy and… I'm, talking to myself."

Danny's monologue was all done invisibly (the best state to be in to attempt an escape) but, worried by his mental sanity, the halfa eventually went back to the visible spectrum, right in the middle of a wookie-filled room.

"Erm, hi?" Danny intelligently let out as he noticed the hundreds of eyes zeroing upon him from behind stacked toys, buckets of paints, there is even some moving around carts with colorful boxes (presents) and a particularly sour-looking one cleaning with a mop.

The five wookies that had been on hot pursuit of the Halfa let out a deep growl, to which the whole furry army responded with a "ROARR!". The battle-cry-of-sorts echoed in the room, and the wookies attacked.

Normally, Danny would have tried to go by the pacific route, but Danny was in no mood for his usual M.O.: Danny's headache was killing the little patience he had left after dealing with his parents, getting stalked by a lunatic in a bunny costume, getting knocked out by the Raven-Fruit Loop, then kidnapped by Vlad, then waking up to be almost killed in his sleep by wookies in Christmas-Land.

It had turned out to be a pretty bizarre 24 hours, if he started counting from yesterday's nine in the morning… which is not counting when his mom thought the annual fruitcake could be cooked with the new ecto-powered oven, and the pastry turned alive and, somehow, despite the difference of size, had devoured the couch.

Be it for the reason it had all started, Danny soon found himself actually having fun with the one-sided combat and the destruction it generated. In fact, he dared say that dodging the attacks of Vlad's minions while "accidentally" destroying Christmas memorabilia with his ectoblast was therapeutic.

Danny's fighting style was nothing like the serious and to the point one he used to keep his town safe. He blew raspberries, he waited between several attacking Chewbaccas just to turn intangible and causing them to collide with each other and the room; Danny blasted lights, scorched trees, glued little elves to the floor and the random decorations with ecto-goo…

It was hard to say in which moments the alarms started blazing, but Danny figured that it might have been right after he used a huge toy plane like a Tarzan Rope while yelling at the top of his lungs.

Blazing alarms and blinking lights were a very bad thing in Danny's experience, so he ran. White boots turned crimson and purple as he stepped on puddles of paint that had gotten toppled at some point.

But it wasn't only his signature white boots the ones leaving their print in the once-clean floor: an assort of paws marred the tiles as their owners were angrily stumbling behind the white-haired teen that had wrecked the place.

Absently —and pretty much in auto-pilot— Danny knocked some wookies, that would soon be replaced in the tag by almost identical chasers as he kept running through too big hallways and oversized rooms (how big was this place anyway?).

It kind of reminded Danny of a Zombie movie since no matter how many Zombies the hero with the fancy gun killed -or in this case, got blasted around with ecto-blasts- there would always be a lot more foes creeping up.

Sooner than Danny would have liked, he ran out of space to run. The hall took him and the mob to a big room that smelled of cinnamon cookies and chocolate. It also had a very big desk, chair, bed and shelves… he truly didn't give a crud if the whole place got wrecked. Served the kidnappers right.

Danny taunted the nearest wookie, who swung his cub at him out of sheer irritation. "Ha! You missed me," Danny sing-songed as a cub went through him again and again. "Missed me again. Nope, sorry, try again." The poor room didn't stand a chance, nor did the collection of snowglobes inside the a wooden closet.

Despite the size of the room, the increasing pile of wookies in the room was giving Danny a claustrophobic feeling. So he turned intangible and flew again out of the room, starting once more the wild goose chase. And as he flew around in the very disturbing place, he vented his misplaced aggression by throwing some more ecto blasts to blow up anything Christmas-ish his eyes fell upon… which, considering he had a momentary delusion of being in Santa's workshop, were a lot of property damage.

Needless to say, Danny was in no mood to hear to the voice of reason at the moment—especially not in a place where even the walls seemed capable of singing Carols.

Distracted by the idea of singing walls, Danny barely managed to turn intangible with the wookies, spoon-fed one too many insults by the halfa let out yet another collective "ROOARRRR". The multiple cranium colliding made a cringe-worthy thunk sound, before their bodies followed their heads, leaving them to crash into a wider range of body parts in the "redecorated" hallway.

"Ouch. I bet that will hurt in the morning."

*Moan*

"Urg, scratch that. That probably hurts now." He winced in sympathy as one of the wookies curled in itself and clutched his… well, let's just say Danny instantly knew the bear was male.

"Look, fun as this has been —well, not really— I have to go so," Danny pointed with his thumb to the window behind him, "I will be taking my leave."

Before Danny would open the window, the ugly-bears tried to stoop up and grab him. Danny instantly turned intangible again, "Ha! I guess I will be seeing you in fall… you know, because you fell and… never mind."

Danny tried to open the window… it was firmly shut in place. Not even super strength made the damn thing bulge. Suddenly, Danny felt a punch to his back (he should have been paying more attention), making him hit the window painfully.

Joy.

"How come I always end up in places filled with things out for my blood? Why can't I ever wake up into, I don't know, a fun land filled with roller coasters and bikini models… and now I sound like Tucker."

Danny ducked, again, feeling that there would be no end to this bizarre experience; and really, it was getting both unnervingly repetitive and tiresome to blast so many Christmas paraphernalia.

"You seriously need to hire a house decorator. I mean, seriously? I'm pretty sure I have gone through at least a hundred rooms that look exactly like this one… And the whole 'every day is Christmas' thing is getting old."

Despite feeling to Danny like he had been smashing stuff (and Wookies) for hours,it had only been about five minutes since he blasted his fist bear into the ceiling. The adrenaline pumping in his veins made the whole thing feel, more or less, like it was happening in slow motion, and his overindulgence in decor destruction was leaving him winded faster than most ghost fights.

"I need to get out of here soon," Danny declared resolutely, but nowhere closer to having an idea of how to getting out of here and back home.

Wookies charged again. Rolling his eyes at how the wookies had no other strategy to deal with him, Danny took a different approach, this time kicking them out of the way, and tossing the one going for a sneak attack towards the open door… two human-sounding yelps of surprise joined the rumbled *grmph* of the wookie.

It was then that Danny noticed the costumed weirdoes at the door, three of which he had met before. The self proclaimed Easter Rabbit was pulling up the wookie while the two hair-dyed dudes who came to sing carols at his doorsteps, got up from the floor. They were in company of a woman who had covered herself with enough feathers to pass as a gigantic hummingbird and a little kid that seemed to have been dipped head first in golden glitter, after being dressed in a golden one-piece.

It took for Danny's brain only a second to know this were the masterminds behind his kidnapping… ok, so maybe Vlad wasn't responsible for this one.

Danny got on guard. The little kid making him hesitate just briefly because he knew from his fight with Youngblood that floating kids on showy costumes could be a lot less innocent than they appeared.

Danny's guarded stance paid off when the Santa Jr threw an ice jackhammer, and Danny barely avoided getting flattened by it.

"Who are you?" The white-haired guy asked him while pointing a baton with a hook-shaped end. The offending piece of wood looked, to Danny, just like one of those canes used to pull really bad comedians out of the stage mid-performance.

To think that this guy had the gall to play innocent after kidnapping Danny only added to the fiery pit of anger in his Christmas-hating heart.

Bunnyman had been stalking him since he offended Santa's fan and his son, and they took the chance to drag him into their abode while he was knocked out by the black-themed, not-quite-ghost who wanted Danny to join him into yet another world domination scheme.

The weird part of this? These beings were not ghosts… but this Things weren't humans either.

Maybe Danny had landed in a parallel universe or something?

You know, it's bad manners to ask others for their names before introducing yourself, right?" Danny let out a witty-banter automatically, his mouth seemingly having a mind of his own because the one in his head had completely shut down.

"Jack Frost. And you are…?" Danny hadn't expected an introduction… at least not one without the evil "Muahaha" factor attached.

His mouth kept on vomiting words in autopilot. "Danny Phantom. And let me tell you, Frosty, you chose the wrong person to kidnap."

"Kidnap?"

Instantly, Danny turned intangible and passed through the furniture and fired a blast of ectoplasmic energy to the floor as a warning. "Now, I'm going to give you a chance. I'm going to count till ten, and if you know what is good for you, you will have let me go by then: 10," Danny kept his eyes on them, none were moving yet.

"9," Golden Kid blinked and moved a bit forwards.

"8," Danny got deeper into a fighting stance, eyes glowing greener in warning to the approaching chibi.

"7," The Bunny, Santa, Lady Hummingbird and the Snowy haired teen exchanged glances that seemed to hold a conversation as Danny's countdown reached 6, then 5, then 4...

Danny chanted "3" and they had yet to point him to the door. If he got to 0 they were so going to regret it.

"2"

"Wait! What do you mean we kidnapped you?" Jack Frost asked.

"1"

"We didn't kidnap anyone!"

"0... don't say I didn't warn you," Danny's glow intensified then, not caring to hear any more lies from this bunch, he punched the guy in the Santa costume, the thick-framed and very muscular not-human flying backwards a few steps, then straightened, unharmed, a dangerous glint entering his eyes.

"Is that how you want play? Well, let us play!" Santa swung his fist and punched Danny, taking the air out of his lungs.

The fight was SO on.

To Be Continued.

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AN: Let me be the first one to say it... Danny is a Jerk.

That said, sorry for the long absence. I got stuck on this chapter. I wrote 8 versions of it before giving up 2 years ago... Eventually I forgot about this fic, then I remembered I never put it on Hiatus... and, well, since I promise to update all my ongoing fic on may 31 for my 5th fanficversary (which I didn't do but still tired) I gave it another try. I'm sure it was not worth the wait, but I at least hope you had fun with it.

Now I'm stuck again. My original plot included a trip to meet Frostbite (who Danny has never met at this point in the cannon), but, on hindsight, that idea was horrid.

The next one, whenever it comes out, will probably be on Toothania's POV because after my long absence I decided to give her a try... which doesn't mean I have much of an idea of what to do next, so I will be winging it form here.

Please, if you have any suggestions on this fic feel free to share the ideas on a review. It might help me to remember(?) redecide(?) where to take things next.