I know for a fact that I am going to get a very random rant from all of you at the end of this one-shot. At least, I hope I do. It was great fun to write!

EDIT: Several typos were spotted in here. I fixed them. Now your eyes won't bleed.

Challenge by Plushiemon

13. Devastation

This was why he hated the Box Ghost.

It was an utter mess- food trays strewn everywhere, food plastered on the walls, drink spilled everywhere. It was like sanity had been completely lost, and no one was there to help clean up its mess. Heck, the boxes that were random distributed through the scene meant mass chaos in the first place. Not a happy place to be, but prison sure could get interesting sometimes.

Walker wanted to strange the Box Ghost.

He stared at the room, seemingly calm on the outside, but inwardly, he was a bomb ready to blow within a minute's time. Clenching his fists, he muttered to himself, "When I get my hands on that no good spectral excuse for a ghost…"

"BEWARE!"

This was why he hated the Box Ghost. Randomly shooting up at every chance he had and hollering at the top of his lungs that insane word was enough to drive anyone up a wall. Especially Walker, who whirled around and stared at the cardboard-wielding figure in front of him. "You," he whispered icily. "You've completely ruined this entire cafeteria for a piece of cardboard, started a food fight, and are back at the scene of the crime, is it? All for this one stupid piece of cardboard!" Walker picked up a box and shook it in front of the Box Ghost's face. "It's chaos in here!"

"I, the Box Ghost, have only returned for my square shaped cardboard and wish to leave you in peace!" the overalled man bellowed in his ears. "I have not caused you, or your jail, any of this devastation!"

Walker was really tempted to smack the ghost upside the head with the cardboard. "How could you not cause these strewn boxes all over the place?!" he growled, gesturing to the room. "I only know of one ghost that's obsessive over square boards, and that's you, punk!"

The Box Ghost shrugged. "You expect me to know about this food fight?"

"YES!" the sheriff finally exploded, pointing his finger and the specter. "I expect you to know that you pulled off this stunt to grab your boxes and race out the door, but I showed up just when you were about to get them! I have fugitives in these holding cells, punk! You're going to become on of them!"

Someone should have laughed to diffuse the situation. No one stepped up to take that honor.

One of the ghostly janitors began to quietly pick up the mess in the room while watching Walker and the Box Ghost in their shouting match. He'd been working there for three eternities, if that was even possible, and he had yet to not see a spat between these two for a couple of months. It was always the same- there'd be mass chaos in the lunch room, Walker would make a big scene, and he'd end up being the one that would clean up the messes. The janitor hated this job, but it had its perks.

Like this classic conversation.

Walker's veins were popping out. "You started this mess; you're going to finish it!"

Clearly, the Box Ghost was in no mood to argue with the sheriff. "I, the Box Ghost, only want my square cardboard of doom, and I will leave you in peace!"

"That does it!" Walker thrust an ecto-beam at the annoying ghost, who dodged out of the way and raised his hands. Boxes flew up from the corner and went in Walker's direction. "Enough of you! Take you stupid boxes and get out of here, criminal!"

The Box Ghost grinned. "BEWARE!"

With that, he disappeared through the walls, leaving a fuming sheriff in his wake. The janitor walked over, pushing his mop and bucket with him. "Sir?"

"WHAT?!" he screamed.

The ghost made no change in his stance. "If I might be so kind as to venture a guess at who could have started this?"

Walker forced himself to stay calm. "I told you, Evan- it was the Box Ghost!"

"Really?" he asked mildly, despite his boss's furious aura. "From what I last remember, he was busy gathering boxes for you so you could 'wrap' the Christmas gifts for the inmates. Then he was going to pick up the left-over boxes from a few days ago, and then that shouting match began. Or are you going through one of your short-term memory lapses?"

Walker seethed. If he hatred something more than the Box Ghost, it was the mention of his memory.

He stared at Evan, who held the mop. "The devastation in this room must be clean at once for that Christmas party tonight. If it isn't done in less than three hours, you're out of a job!"

"Sir…"

Walker glared at the ghost. He knew that look of murder. Silently, he continued finish cleaning the floor, thanking the Box Ghost that he had taken the cardboard from the room. It made his life easier and the Box Ghost's life much more enjoyable. But he didn't say that aloud. That would involve probably a night in a cell.

The sheriff floated out of the room and stared at his prison from the outside. His territory, his place to take charge and keep his grip over the ghost zone.

He would wait for the day when he had to take Danny Phantom by the neck and thrust him into a jail cell. That punk was going to get it… but less than the Box Ghost. That phantom was definitely in for some pain.

Wow. I have no idea if I did this okay or not. Hopefully so. Thanks for reading, and merry Christmas