A/N: The Box Ghost and The Lunch Lady are next on my list. So, as with Kitty and Johnny, this is a one-shot explaining their deaths. I've decided this is where all my head-canons of the various ghosts shall go. Enjoy! Warning: cursing, as there is a small surprise and slight profanity to make it more realistic.
"Warden! Here to report, Sir."
Constable and Warden of the State facility, Shayford J. Walker lifted his ten gallon hat and noticed the older Caucasian male shifting foot-to-foot in front of his imperial white desk. Grimly he recalled that the higher ups had sent a man or two to help the big move into the new, bigger, higher security prison.
"Yes. I can plainly see you are here. What would your name be?"
"Oh. Yes, Sir. My name is…is Kaden. Sir. Kaden Ivascov Ma—"
"Kaden is fine. I'd best not need your name anyhow. If'n I do, understand this now, if I say your name you won't be in my good graces. I suspect that you start with the most junked up room, correct? Very well then. Down the hall, first left, third right, second archway will be the mess hall. Second rotation ought to be heading there. If you get those legs of yours moving, you might get there before them. Start there, all the boxes sorted. All boxes placed then into storage. From there, at the end of the day, you must places those boxes where each morning the other federal officers can take them in the correct order into our new facility. Now, start. If you have any problems, figure it out. If you've a brain, which I doubt you do if you've got this pathetic job."
"Sir, I work to provide for myself and my folks. Back home,"
"DID I ASK FOR YOUR BACKSTORY?! GET WORKING."
Terrified, the man jotted down into the mess hall, beginning his work. As he lifted each heavy box down, inspected it, and then placed it in the corresponding pile, he heard a soft voice. "I see the Warden broke down and got some help in this Hell."
Turning around, he looked to see an older woman in a striped jumpsuit. The woman held up a tray of food and she spat at it, turning her eyes downward. "By God, the shit they feed us here. Ought to be against the law." Smiling faintly at her joke, she continued, casting her eyes slightly to the left as if she weren't talking to him. "Back where I worked, why, I'd never have cooked crap such as this. Sweetie, anytime you hungry, let me know. I'm sure I've something to whet your appetite. The name is Luna, or as I am referred to here—"
"Inmate 10627! Get your no-good self to your cell, back with the others. And YOU!"
Warden Walker lifted Kaden by his shirtfront and growled. "You haven't been here even ten minutes and you're already fraternizing with the prisoners. That is against the rules. One warning is all I give you."
"Yes, Sir. That woman…what did she do, if I may ask?"
"Prisoner 10627 was found guilty of 'gifting' her kindergarten and first grade classes with baked cookies. Each cookie had arsenic in it, enough to kill ten grown horses. She murdered so many children. And the bitch isn't even sorry for it! Stay away from all of them, I mean it. Especially the Last Lunch. Stupid Media names. Reporters are idiotic. Kaden, get to working your ass off."
Kaden nodded nervously, but as the days passed, he found himself very attracted to her. In secret, the two began talking and meeting. As the second month passed, he was again in the mess hall, finishing up the very last of his work. His contract with the state ended in four days and he couldn't say he wanted it to end. Loud noises though, began to come to his earshot, and he turned to the doors to see Warden with a gun wielded, trying to stop the large fight which had broken out. Kaden only had time to see that his Lunch Lady, his love whom just happened to be incarcerated, was right in front of the muzzle.
Kaden had no memory later in the Netherlands, of how he had threw himself in front of her, taking that gunshot for himself. Of her scream, of how his blood smeared that ugly two-toned outfit as she held his dying body in her arms. When they would meet later on the other side she would never mention how she had glared at the Warden who could, for the first time in his life, only stutter that the one job Kaden had to do was to stack and move boxes. She would never again speak of how she turned everyone on him, revealing how she had loved Kaden, how they had planned on staying in contact through letters, and how at the end of her story, she jerked the gun away from Warden Walker and allowed the others to beat him to death with their fists, unnoticed as she pointed that gun and took her own life to die beside the one person who had understood her.
She spent forever searching for him, and where should she find him but in the ghostly jail almost thirty years later, and with the riot staged by Danny Phantom, the Box Ghost and the Lunch Lady were together once more, and again free of Warden Walker.
