Jason in the Ghost Zone

Not Coffins

"So you like boxes?," Jason sat on his island with his head propped up on his arm.
"I AM THE BOX GHOST. I WILL PROVE THEIR SUPERIORITY BEYOND DOUBT"
Jason could practically see the caps.
"Yeah, they're great, but what kind of boxes in particular?" He didn't understand the inhabitants of this strange world, all of those he'd spoken with so far had made no sense at all. It was frustrating that he had to be there at all, but isolating himself would just make him crazy so he decided to at least make an effort to learn.
"The cardboard kind." The glowy blue made held out hid hand and a small cardboard box appeared. "I AM THE BOX GHOST. APPRECIATE THEIR CORRUGATED BEAUTY!"
"Ohh." Jason leaned in to get a good look at the box. It would have been just a plain little brown cardboard box, but it had a faint blue glow. "So only corrugated cardboard then, or any cardboard?" He tilted his head curiosly.
"I like the corrugated," the Box Ghost said.
"Shouldn't you be the Corrugated Cardboard Box Ghost then?" The boy asked.
"It doesn't have the same flow." The Box Ghost stood and raised hid arms menacingly. " I AM THE CORRUGATED CARD BOARD BOX GHOST! FEAR ME!," he screamed. "See? I wouldn't get any respect that way."
Jason nodded like he agreed, but said nothing. Honestly he doubted the box ghost got much respect either way. Maybe he was wrong, he mused. Who knew what passed for normal in this place. Maybe there were people who were even crazier ou there. Or sane in that place was crazy. He wasn't sure where he would fit in.
He thought he was sane, and he hadn't heard pretend noises from the hat since he'd decided to ignore it. The point was that he had heard the noises in the first place. Did the hat even exist? Did the strange world? Was he sitting in a psyco ward babbling to himself? He pulled his mind away from those thoughts, no point driving himself crazy with things he couldn't confirm in the first place.
'Heh, crazy from wondering if I'm crazy.' He chuckled inwardly at his own joke. Outwardly he was as interested as a boy could be. Nodding at regular intervals, and making comments on the beauty of boxes.
"So any cardboard, or just boxes?"
"Boxes, just boxes. FEAR THE BOX GHOST! Understand?" He explained like he was talking to someone who was slow.
"Oh great. What got you into the whole thing?" Jason asked.
The box ghost gave him a funny look, then floated up. "I AM THE BOX GHOST." The blue man said again. "That's what."
"But why are you the box ghost?" The boy pressed.
The box ghost shrugged and floated off. "FAIRWELL CHILD!" He yelled.
"Weird," Jason muttered and reclined with his feet dangling over the edge. He wondered if he could fly too. He looked at the endless drop past his shoes and shivered. Better not to chance it, if he needed to he'd figure it out.
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Danny groaned and slammed his head against the desk in his room. The whole super hero thing was really over-rated. It was awesome, so awesome. But homework went on no matter what. He squinted at his math again, with the way the numbers and letters floated off the page he could have sworn he was dyslexic.
He reluctantly picked up his pencil and began scribbling on a blank page. It could be done on time. He shot a glance at his alarm clock, 04:36. His head bounced a little off his desk again. He could have cried when he thought of his soft warm bed. With a sob he picked up his pencil again. At the very least he'd get points for effort.
He was asleep at his desk in five minutes.
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The next day Daniel Fenton woke up with a crick in his neck, unfinished homework and not even two hours of sleep. It would have been nice if Mr Lancer had been a little more understanding when he'd fallen asleep in history class.
Maybe coming to school on time and giving in the homework would have helped his case. At least it wasn't the big paper he'd given in a few days ago. Being late with that would have been disastrous. Like the repentant student he was he even used his detention to catch up on more homework.
He took a seat right in front of the vice principals desk and pulled out his books right away. Silently he begged the universe for a few ghost free hours and began to write.
Surprisingly Lancer didn't say anything the whole time. He just sat watching Danny and his fellow detainees. Danny was a little unnerved at first, and he was sure he felt the teachers eyes on him more than a few times, but he ignored it and let his homework draw him in.
A bell signalled freedom and everyone hurried to get out of the class. Yes, no ghost attacks the whole time. He could leave now and even had a lot of homework done. He was almost to the door. Sam and Tucker were standing there waiting for him.
"Mr Fenton, could you stay behind a few minutes?" Lancer said.
Danny groaned. Just a few more minutes.