Disclaimer: Danny Phantom still belongs to Butch Hartman, not Audrianna Nex, however much she may wish she did.

"This is a pointless game," Skulker grumbled. "Why are we playing this?"

"Because we don't have anything else to do," Spectra said, crossing her arms and glaring down at the game board as she took in her meager amount of paper money. She had only managed to hang in this long during their game of Monopoly because she had several sites with high-paying rent on them.

"How long have we been playing?" Desiree asked, her head drooping down. She wasn't doing horribly, but she wasn't in the lead. In fact, she was just behind Skulker. Spectra was in last place. The therapist scowled at the thought – being last didn't make her happy.

"I, Technus, Master of—" the technology ghost trailed off at the other three ghosts' glares. "…I can tell you that we've been playing for almost 3 hours."

Blank stares. The other ghosts were amazed that so much time had already passed.

"Ugh," Spectra groaned miserably. "We really having no afterlife, do we? We've sat around playing Monopoly for three hours; the game gets old after the first thirty minutes!"

"I'm getting bored, too," Skulker muttered, his robotic head resting on top of his fist as he leaned on the table.

"Oh, you three be quiet!" Technus snapped at them. "At least you aren't being burdened with all these houses and this paper money! It's so frustrating!"

The three others ghosts shook their heads in disbelief, eyeing the absurd amount of money Technus had. They still weren't sure how he had somehow managed to end up with ten of the twenty five-hundred dollar bills…all they knew was that he didn't cheat to get them.

"Technus?" Spectra said, gritting her teeth. "Having so much of that stuff means that you're winning."

"Oh," the long-winded ghost said bemusedly. He didn't really get stuff that wasn't about technology. "Really? Well, that's fantastic!"

"AGH!" Skulker roared, slamming his fist down on the table and rising. "I can't take this! I am the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter! I cannot – I will not – be defeated by the likes of this idiot!" He flung an arm in Technus's direction.

Technus huffed. "You're just jealous because I'm winning!" the technology ghost said, conveniently forgetting that he hadn't even known that before the other ghosts had told him.

"I'm leaving," Skulker said, starting to float away.

"Have fun!" Desiree called after him mockingly, which reminded him that, oh yeah, they were all stuck here in this stupid prison where there were only five options for 'fun' if you had absolutely nothing to do:

Go sit in your cell with absolutely nothing to do (too dull)

Go eat some of Lunch Lady's food (which would normally be a good way to pass time, but she'd been in a mood recently and all the food she made would be burnt, so that was out)

Annoy Walker (something that was depressingly easy. All you had to do was mention 'breaking the rules,' 'Phantom,' or both.)

Pick a fight with some other ghost (said fight would be ended almost immediately by the prison guards, the annoying pests)

Or, of course:

Play a board game (Monopoly was the only complete board game. All the others were beaten up or missing crucial pieces/cards/etc)

Really, it wasn't that much of a choice.

"All right, fine, I'll stay," Skulker grumbled, turning around and sitting back down at the table.

The other ghosts paid no attention to his sudden decision, merely continuing with the game. Skulker knew that they honestly wouldn't have cared if he really had quit right then; it would have just meant that there were more lands up for grabs.

For a brief moment, Skulker almost wished that Phantom would get caught (again) and arrange a prison break (again), if only to save them from this boring and monotonous existence. Then it was his turn, so he grabbed the dice and rolled.

"Ha! Look who just landed on the Jackpot!"

A/N: Prison must be boring, especially Walker's prison. Yeah, this was another fic born from random facts floating around on the screens of TVs at my church. Man, NaNoWriMo ends today...sad, sad, sad. I'll do better next year (I failed this year).

If there are mistakes anywhere in this, tell me so that I can fix them.