The Other Halfa: Part II - Danny Phantom the Series

The Fright Before Christmas: Part 2

"Danny Fenton hates Christmas, he hates it a lot. Which is why I've inserted the boy in this plot. He'll go through this tale till the story is ending..." Ghost Writer said, Danny, soon grumbling.

"But you can't make me rhyme." 

"Hope your New Year is splendid," Sam soon started shouting. 

Danny facepalms, glaring up at the ghost. 

"You would be quite surprised at what I can and can't do. But I'll leave you your freedom so that I can teach you. When you lash out at others, there's enmity earned. You're stuck in this poem till your lesson is learned," The Ghost Writer said with a boast. 

Danny let out a sigh of annoyance when his friend Tucker appeared.

"Who you talking to, Danny?" Said Tucker, confused. 

"Some annoying Ghost Writer, we're all being used! I blew up his story—" 

"No hint of remorse!" Ghost Writer soon interrupted, earning a glare. 

"Now he's writing a new one, we're trapped in by force!" Danny shouted as his friends, who were completely unaware. 

"But Tucker, Sam, and (y/n) shrugged in confusion. Completely convinced of my ghostly illusion." 

Danny scrunched his eyebrows in anger, marching ahead of those he held dear. 

"Has he always been moody and glum in December?" (y/n) asked, her confusion still clear.

"A big whiney scrooge as long as I can remember. His very first Christmas, when he was a baby, a bad first impression. No, if, but, or maybe. His parents debated on Santa's existence. Forgetting their son might have needed assistance. Caught up in their rift over that jolly old fellow. They didn't see Danny's white Christmas turn yellow. The one four years later was clearly no inner. Still arguing, Santa, they spoiled Christmas dinner. By spoiled, I should say, brought the turkey to life. Swearing blood and revenge with a fork and a knife." 

Suddenly, across the way was heard, his parents arguing again. 

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again. A sled cannot travel the globe at mock ten!" Maddie said with a shout, point soon getting across when...

"But Jack Fenton bellowed," 

"You're wrong! Wrong, you hear!" 

"Never once thought he'd be spooking the deer, and just because this would annoy him the most, I decided to make every reindeer a ghost," Ghost Writer said looking at the deer, who were all rattled. 

One by one, they flew up and turned green, looking embattled. One let out a roar as loud as it could. We watched on in horror as the reindeer ran, the situation not looking good. 

"On Spooky! On Spector! On Deathhoof! On Thrasher! On Maimer! On Vicious blood antlers! On Slasher!" Ghost Writer exclaimed, naming the reindeer with a deadly name. 

"Going Ghost!" 

"Danny and his partner gave their signature cry and into the fray. Danny Phantom and (s/n) did fly. Confronting the reindeer with powers quite ghostly, protecting the last-minute shoppers...Well, mostly," Ghost Writer exclaimed, typing the chase, turning Lancer's cheese log into a cheesy flame.

Grabbing some Christmas tree lights, the two made a lasso to tame. The lassos did fly, soaring across the sky, soon hitting the reindeer with impeccable aim. 

A 'joyride' they soon took as they flew through the mall, hitting some poor carolers who were near. Danny and (s/n) smashed through a stand, letting go of the deer. 

"Then the reindeer escaped, having torn up the mall. Leaving Danny, yes, Danny, the blame for it all."

The Ghost Writer typed soon, directing all the anger to said boy. 

"But Danny's grim yuletide was only beginning. When, later that night, as his patience was thinning." 

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"See? A fat man can fit down the chimney! Here's proof!" Jack soon cried out, meanwhile, Jazz was shaking her present with joy.

"That still won't explain how he gets on the roof!" The two argued back in forth, (y/n)'s parents shaking their heads. 

"Young Fenton just sat there steaming and fuming. His blood pressure rising, his anger consuming," Danny soon heard and looked out to see the face that was turning his patience to shreds. 

"I won't keep this up—" 

"Danny said to the writer..." 

"There's no poem if I'm silent." 

"Can't you make Dad not fight her?" Jazz soon asked. 

"AGH!" Danny shrieked angrily.

"You think this is over? It's barely begun. This all doesn't end till the lesson is done," Ghost Writer explained with glee.

"You think that I'll learn it? You think you're that tough?" Danny soon sassed. 

"He exists!" 

"No, he doesn't!" His parents continued to fight, and the writer then speaking.

"Then Dan screamed." 

"Enough! I'm sick of your fighting, can you please let this die?! You've ruined each Christmas, each Christmas, and I can't take any more of this war, am I clear? Fourteen years is enough, I am so out of here!"

Last Edit - August 31st, 2020

Revised - June 7th, 2025