Phantom Trip

The Chaperones

A shiver passed through Danny Fenton and his eyes blearily peeked open. His room was barely visible in the moonlight but Danny's eyes could detect every nook and cranny of the place.

He groaned softly so as not to wake up the others and sat up in bed. The sleepy headed boy slowly untangled himself from Dorian's ghostly tail and fazed out of David's grip on him. He stepped out of the bed, dragging the sheets with him to protect him from the night chill, but especially because his body refused to leave the warmth of his bed. He stepped over Damien, who was stretched on a mattress next to his own and floated to make sure he didn't step on Dani's curled up form right next to Damien.

Even though they had a guestroom, the siblings slept together in one room. Only Jazz didn't join them because, as she put it, she needed her personal space and a break away from all the Dannys in the house.

His mom and dad had promised to buy a bigger house to fit all of them as soon as they found a suitable one, but nobody was in any hurry.

Danny shuffled to the door, fazing right through it, and made his way downstairs.

He could hear scuffling from the kitchen and the sound of cabinets being opened and closed.

Danny stood in the doorway to see the Box Ghost floating around and stacking different kinds of boxes on the counter. Danny could hear Cujo barking from outside. His parents had let him keep him as a guard dog, but he had to stay outside in the little house they had made him. Danny sent a calming chill to the dog's ectoplasmic aura and Cujo whined, going back to bed.

The Box Ghost hadn't noticed Danny until he turned around and froze at seeing the sleepy teen wrapped up in sheets and looking at him blearily.

"Ummm. I will just take these and leave..." He slowly reached out to throw all the packets in his bigger carton box.

"Not the chocolate milk." Danny whined and Box Ghost paused.

He shook it. "But it's way outdated."

"Oh." Danny huffed. "Fine then. I'll have to go buy groceries again."

The Box Ghost grinned and worked on stacking it all in his boxes.

"Don't forget the Fruitloops."

"Never." The ghost closed the lid and let it levitate. "Tell the yellow girl Box Lunch is happy."

Danny managed a smile. "It's called blonde, Boxy. And her name is Star. You mean, Box Lunch likes the toys? Yeah sure I'll tell her tomorrow." He glanced a the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. "Or today I guess. Can't you pick a better time to raid my house, Boxy? And I thought I told you not to take the meat. Your wife has enough."

"I will go now, bye!" The Box Ghost fazed through the ceiling along with two big boxes. "Goodnight."

Danny frowned after him and sighed. He turned back around to get a few last hours of sleep.

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Several groans escaped the occupants as the blaring of an alarm filled the space of the room.

Danny was instantly awake and he blinked away the leftover drowsiness. He stretched, moaning as he did, and sat up on the bed. Slowly, his siblings also forced their eyes open and threw the covers off. But it was too slow for Danny and he threw the curtains open, engulfing the room in sunlight.

"Danny!" David grumbled. "How dare you. Come on."

Danny smirked and tried to step over Dani and Damien to get to the bathroom. "I call dibs on the toilet!"

"No." Damien reached over and grabbed Danny's ancle, making him trip with a yelp. "It's my turn to go first!"

Danny quickly twisted out and ran into the bathroom. "You snooze, you loose, man."