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I have a bunch of complicated headcanons on the Box Ghost's life and death but instead of talking about them I just drew this.

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Lets go lets go chapter 4 of Desynced is out! You can find here it on AO3 and FFN. Continuing on with my Ectoimplosion art we have part 3 with the Box Ghost. Everyone say thank you to @brokeitwiththepowerofmathamatics for the delightful imagery of a man compacting his organs so he can fit in any box he likes.

Stay tuned for more art coming soon! Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

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City of splintering hopes: Chapter 5 "Like pokemon cards"

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Danny had briefly gone downstairs to get something to eat before trudging back up to his room and proceeding to pass out on his bed. The day had worn him out and he made the executive decision to tell Jazz, Sam and Tucker about his new bodyguard in the morning.

Of course nothing can ever go Danny's way for long as he finds himself waking up at 4am curtesy of his ghost sense.

Danny practically rolled off the bed, transforming and floating before he hit the floor. The little detail of his new roommate had slipped to the back of his sleepy mind. So as he made his way around the city to look for the ghost that had inadvertently woken him up he didn't spare a single thought on Meda-Lean who had been going through his collection of astronomy books before he had fallen asleep.

He found his search leading him to the docks unsurprisingly.

Before he saw him Danny heard Box ghost monologuing and probably scaring the late night workers.

"Beware! For I am the Box ghost and- ACK" Box ghost's routinely tirade was interrupted when Danny fired an ecto-blast at his face.

"Ah! There you are ghost child! Come to try to stop my cardboard fury!?" Box ghost exclaimed. Danny just rolled his eyes, his usual banter just on the tip of his tongue when suddenly something whipped past him and slammed Box ghost into the ground so hard Danny winced in sympathy.

As the brief upheaved dust settled Danny caught sight of a familiar stone being.

"Meds, what the heck!? Where did you come from!?" Danny asked as he floated down towards the two. Box ghost was pretty out of it from the hard hit he had taken and Danny couldn't blame him. The concrete beneath the two had newly formed cracks spider webbing out from where Meda-Lean had slammed the poor ghost into the ground, hard.

Danny was once again reminded that for whatever reason ghosts couldn't go intangible through Meds. 'Maybe it has to do with the stone they're made out of?' Danny thought before focusing back on the matter at hand.

Meda-Lean was still pinning Box ghost against the ground despite him obviously being in no condition to escape after that quick, and frankly brutal, attack. The joint lines throughout his arms and legs were fucking glowing and if that wasn't the most ominous thing Danny had seen in a while he didn't know what was.

"Meds, seriously you can get off him now" Danny tried to placate them as he landed and took out the Fenton thermos.

There was another moment of unresponsiveness from the droid before Danny heard the tell-tale clicking sounds of them blinking and then they were pulling away from Box ghost. The glow present throughout the lines across their body disappearing but Danny could practically feel how they kept their eyes trained on Box ghost as he uncapped the thermos and it sucked the unfortunate ghost in.

Turning around to face them Danny was suddenly struck with how freaking tall they were.

It had been something he had barely taken notice of when he first approached the, at the time, deactivated statue. Then the detail had slipped to the back of his mind as he found that Meds was always seemingly hunching over even when they didn't need to. Now though, the robot stood at their full height which was easily a little over 10 feet.

Danny was used to everyone around him being taller than him, he was used to his enemies being large and strong and intimidating but that didn't mean that the effect was ever diminished everytime he encountered someone too tall or big to be human. Meds blinked down at the momentarily stunned Danny before hunching over again to meet him at eye level, a ridiculous looking thing since Danny was only 5'5.

"Are you hurt Danny?" They asked, genuine concern seeping into their voice.

"I uh, n-no" Danny managed to stutter out. He still didn't know how they had followed him without him noticing but he started to understand their hostile behaviour towards Box ghost when Danny remember the fact that they were pretty much his personal bodyguard now.

"Good" They said, tilting their head to the side a bit and half closing their eyes to signify that if they had a mouth they would be smiling.

"Let's just... go home" Danny said and his stone companion silently agreed as they both took off into the air towards Fentonworks.

Danny found himself once again passed out on his bed but this time it wasn't a ghost waking him up but the insistent ringing of his phone.

He grabbed it as he turned over onto his back and held the phone above his face. The sunlight streaming in through the sliver of window that wasn't covered by the curtains told him it was morning. The time on his phone told him it was 11am.

11am and he was getting a call from Tucker. Danny wasn't even aware the other boy had the capacity to wake up before noon on a Sunday.

"Hey Tuck" Danny spoke into the phone as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Danny! You didn't call us yesterday, we were worried you go caught up in something" Tucker's voice said from the phone and Danny could hear Sam mumbling something in the background so he knew that Tucker had probably been dragged out of bed by their mutual friend.

"Eh, you could say something like that" Danny said as he sat up straighter and looked around the room, Meds wasn't anywhere in his immediate sight which worried him "It wasn't the usual kind of caught up though, uh. It'll be easier to explain in person, can you guys come over?" Danny asked as he swung his feet over the side of the bed and sat up, ready to go find the droid.

"Sure man, you better tell us all the details!" Tucker answered and Danny couldn't help the sudden yelp that escape him as he finally found where Meda-Lean was.

"What is it? Is everything okay?" Sam's concerned voice said over the phone.

"Uh- what? Yes! Everything is fine! Just uh, slipped. You know how clumsy I can be" Danny said as he glared at the.... what would he even call that? Nest? Overhang? It was a small platform created just above his door. From the sheen of the opaque yellowish surface Danny could tell it was some kind of energy construct, like one of his shields only sturdier looking. There was only about 2 feet of space between the platform and the ceiling yet there was Meda-Lean, who had somehow managed to tuck their long limbs in and fit into the tiny corner space. They were so tightly packed in that the only thing letting Danny know it was Meda-Lean was the fact that the droid's head was poking out, their yellow glowing eyes with their thin pupils blinking at him for a few seconds.

"Okay, sure. Well be over in a bit" Sam said, Tucker exclaims about her giving his phone back in the background, before hanging up.

Danny continued to glare at Meds as he lowered his phone.

"Did you sleep well?" They asked, as if they weren't sitting atop a platform above his door like some weird guard dog owl. Danny realised suddenly that's probably exactly what they were and what they were trying to accomplish.

"You could've told me you were going to make some weird perch for yourself in my room" Danny said, completely side stepping the question.

Meds just blinked at Danny before suddenly unfurling themselves from the tight space they somehow fit into and climbing down from the platform surprisingly gracefully.

"Who were you speaking to?" They asked. It seemed that Danny and them were still on completely different wave lengths but that didn't surprise him.

"My friends. They're coming over and I'm going to introduce you to them. Please for Ancients sake, stay in here until I come back" Danny pleaded as he walked around Meds to the door.

"I must insist on accompanying you incase of a threat" Meds said as they turned to face Danny who was now opening the door to go do his morning routine.

"No, I'll still be in the house and I promise I won't be gone for more than a few minutes. Stay here and don't make any loud noises" Danny said sternly while pointing at the droid.

Meds just blinked but didn't protest anymore so Danny took that as an affirmative and left for the bathroom and then a brief breakfast.

The doorbell had rung by the time he had finished his breakfast and he answered it to Sam's raised eyebrow and Tucker holding a Fenton thermos that Danny knew probably held any ghosts that had caused trouble yesterday while he had been out. That reminded him that he would need to release the Box ghost back into the zone, but later. Now he knew he would have to go through a long explanation to satisfy his friends.

He quickly ushered them up to his room but stopped before he opened the door.

"I just want to let you guys know now, there is someone in my room" Danny said, hand firmly on the handle.

"A ghost?" Tucker said at the same time as Sam went "Does this have to with the 'not usual kind of caught up'?".

"No and yes" Danny answered "Not a ghost, does have to do with a little situation that happened yesterday" Danny said, shooting them one last warning glance before opening the door.

He wasn't really surprised to find Meds not in their immediate sight. Danny sighed as he closed the door behind his friends.

"Um, are they like super small or something?" Tucker asked as Sam examined his room for the not-a-ghost-guest.

"Nope" Danny said, popping the p, "They're probably hiding up in their perch" Danny had decided that was what he was going to be calling Meds little platform, their perch.

"Wha-" Sam started as she turned around to face Danny but then she went pale as she caught sight of what was above Danny's door.

"Yep" Danny sighed and he moved to be standing next to his two friends as he looked back up to where Meds had curled back up onto the small platform, their head again sticking out to look at the new comers.

"Sam, Tucker, this is Meds. Meds these are my best friends Sam and Tucker" Danny introduced them, as if it was completely normal for a large stone robot to be laying up on an energy platform above his door. What had his half life come to?

Tucker, finally taking notice of the new occupant, was staring at Meds with wide disbelieving eyes. Meds came down from their perch once again and both Sam and Tucker took a step back at the surprising height.

"It is nice to meet you, I am Meda-Lean" Meds said, head tilted to the side as their thin pupils bounced between the two.

"Are- are you a... robot?" Tucker whispered, almost as if he was afraid that what he was witnessing wasn't real.

"I am an information retrieval droid, so by your classification yes I would be considered a 'robot'." Meds answered and Tucker looked like he had literal stars in his eyes.

Sam not-so-gently grabbed Danny's shoulder to turn him around and face her.

"What. The. Hell. Happened?" She said, face serious and drawn into a frown. Danny could tell she was restraining herself from just throwing him out the window then and there, probably because that wouldn't garner her any answers.

"You want the long version or the short version?" Danny asked, already tired with this whole situation. He could see out of the corner of his eye Tucker walking around Meds, examining them from all sides.

"Danny." Sam ground out between her gritted teeth.

"I went to the ruins like we talked about. Apparently when I walked up to some important building an automatic system that the Halfas left behind sensed that I was a Halfa, scanned my core, then assigned me a personal bodyguard" Danny said with a deadpan stare. He gestured over to Meds when he finished, sure that Sam could piece together the rest.

"Personal bodyguard!?" Tucker exclaimed, still staring at Meda-Lean in awe while they just blinked blankly at him.

"Ye" Danny shrugged.

Meds decided this was an optimum time to pitch into the conversation "Indeed, It has been officially added as my top objective to keep Danny safe" They said.

Sam snorted as she finally released her death grip on Danny's poor shoulder "Well he definitely needs it, if you're even half good at your job that'll make protecting Amity alot easier" She said, taking in the strange appearance of the droid.

"Trust me, they are. I think Box ghost might think twice next time he wants to reek havoc. Meds here definitely made a first impression last night, as in they left an impression of Box ghost in the ground" Danny said, remembering the glowing lines and frightening speed at which the stone being moved.

"Wait but couldn't Box ghost just phase though them?" Tucker asked and Danny shook his head.

"Nope, whatever Meds is made out of ghosts can't phase through it. Trust me, I found that out pretty quick" Danny replied, a hand coming up to his nose. He winced remembering the large crack sound it made on impact.

"You know Danny, this sounds suspiciously like you've just gained another guardian" Sam commented.

"That is indeed a term that is frequently used to describe my kind" Meds said, looking between Sam and Tucker with a blink.

"Dude! Another one? I swear, Frostbite, Clockwork, Pandora, and now this guy?" Tucker all but yelled.

"I'm collecting them, like pokemon cards" Danny nodded wisely and Sam put a hand to her mouth to stifle the laughter garnered by the comparison.

"Well, if you're some sort of information robot as well as being a bodyguard then does that mean you can tell Danny about the other Halfas?" Tucker asked and Meds nodded.

"I have all information to do with Halfas ever available. All Danny has to do is ask and I will answer" Meds said. Danny was kind of glad he had the droid. He would finally be able to learn about what people like him had been like, even if he would never get to meet them he still wanted to understand them. He wanted to walk through the streets and see the carvings adorned on the walls and know what they meant, what their significance was. He wanted to maybe somehow document the existence of these people so that they could never truly die, never truly be forgotten.

"You said your name was Meda-Lean? Well Meds just doesn't sit right with me so I'm gonna call you Lean" Tucker said, interrupting Danny's swirling thoughts.

"Hey! Meds is a good nickname!" Danny protested. Tucker put his hands up in a placating manner.

"I never said it wasn't, I just think Lean rolls off the tongue better" Tucker defended.

"You may call me what you wish, I do not mind 'Lean' or 'Meds' as they are both just shortenings of my name" Meds said, they sounded like a parent trying to stop their children from fighting.

"Lean it is! At least for me" Tucker said with a smirk and Danny rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, if you two are done, we want the long version of what happened Danny" Sam spoke up, sitting down on his desk chair.

"Yeah! No details left out" Tucker agreed as he also sat down but on the bed. Meds decided to follow the other two's lead and sat down cross legged on the floor.

Danny sighed before sitting next to Tucker and beginning recounting his journey in detail.

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The sound of metal clinking against eachother was the only thing heard in the silence. Sharp metallic wings carried the ghost with pitch black skin above the ancient city. The smell was a day or so old but still fresh.

He landed harshly infront of the Hall of the Ancients. A sneer found it's way on his face as the musty smell of the unique stone and machinery of the guardians clouded his senses.

He took his bow and drew back a spear like metal arrow before releasing. The sound of one of the inactive guardians being pierced by his weapon did nothing to sooth his anger.

The tall figure took back his arrow from the guardian that would not never wake again. He walked down the hall, a rough callosed hand trailing against the stone wall filled with the dreadful machines before he came to an abrupt stop.

One of the alcoves was empty.

"I'll find you yet, little Halfa" The figure practically growled. Only silence answered his words.

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Dannymay Day 12: Time Travel

No actual time travel involved in this picture, just some characters from the Bad End Future, because that whole episode was about time travel.

Also, featuring my redesign for Bad Future Box Ghost. I don't like how The Ultimate Enemy made him super buff. He's clearly already strong- he's got the body type of a guy who's actually strong, mixed fat and muscle, this is a guy who's definitely worked hard and can lift heavy things.

Plus he already has a bunch of new traits in the Bad Future. So I just gave him those and kept his regular body type.

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Words: 1189 Characters: Danny, The Box Ghost Warnings: None For Ectoberhaunt, Day 18: Mirror Image

Instead of a ghost zone, ghosts inhabit the world through mirrors. This changes some things. The Box Ghost isn’t one of them.

The bathroom door fell shut behind him with a thump.

Danny yanked a paper towel from the dispenser, did a quick check under the stall doors for feet (none) and jogged to a stop in front of the middle sink. He jammed the towel over the drain and slammed open the faucet with a thunk. The basin began to fill.

Slowly.

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Moisture wicked up the paper towel.

“Come on,” Danny hissed, eyes flickering towards the door. The last thing he needed was someone walking in on him. 

The faucet didn't listen. One of the ceiling lights flickered. The ceiling fan whined. Muffled speech filtered through the wall from the classroom next door. Danny shuffled anxiously and looked up out of habit. 

His reflection wasn't there.

Neither was the mirror. The rectangle of wall where it had been was still the weird beige of yesteryear’s paint job; no one had gotten around to painting it to match the rest of the bathroom, yet.

Danny looked back down.

The water was past the edges of the towel. High enough. Danny turned off the faucet and waited. One breath, two, and the water stilled. Through it, Danny could see the faint lines of the faucet’s reflection and the bright rectangle of the light above him.

He couldn’t see himself.

This wasn’t unusual. Danny hadn’t had a reflection since the accident. 

What he did have, though, was something else.

He held his breath, shoved his face into the sink – and didn't meet cool water. He scrunched his shoulders close, wriggled, and slipped the rest of the way through.

And then he was floating in the bathroom he'd just left. Except not quite.

The sink was there, upside down.

The wall fanned down from it , uneven paint job perfectly mirrored in this world. A few feet below Danny, it reached the ceiling–or part of it, anyway. Everything outside of a large, rounded semicircle was simply gone.

Danny looked up, into the sink. At the center of its bowl was a hole straight through to the Casper High bathroom Danny had just left.

Behind it, there were only shards of light lancing through shadows. No floor, no pipes, no stalls or other sinks. Not even the outside of the sink Danny had come from was here.

The mirror world was a facade. It held only what could be seen from reflections, and seen clearly.

Past that, other than that…

Danny grabbed the sink, planted his feet against it, and jumped into the fractured shadows. 

Razor-edged walls and blades of light moved past him as he moved, shifting in dizzying patterns. Walls spun out of nowhere in triplicate. Faint patches of floors and ceilings formed isolated geometric islands of familiarity in the dizzying landscape.

The mirror held what could be seen from every reflection: from mirrors, but also from puddles, from screws, glass, freshly-washed cars…

And reflections of people.

He had a ghost to find.

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There were few reflective surfaces in Casper High these days. The area close to Danny was more kaleidoscope landscape than reflection. But just like Danny, some ghosts had a talent for finding gaps.

Danny found the Box Ghost in the storage closet. More accurately, he found the Box Ghost in a hazy cloud that resembled the storage closet, if you squinted. He was bent over one of the boxes, deeply involved in…whatever it was the Box Ghost did with them.

Like the bathroom, not all of the storage closet was actually present – only what could be seen through reflections. Which required light.

Which meant someone had forgotten to turn off the light. Again.

Danny sighed, then raised his voice. “Hey!” 

The Box Ghost whipped around. “I am the Box Ghost!”

“Yeah,” said Danny. “I know.”

“Master of all things cardboard and square!”

“Knew that, too.”

“Perhaps! But did you know…this!” The Box Ghost raised his arms, and the hazy boxes in the storage closet began to float.

“Really?” asked Danny. 

“Yes, really!”

Danny rolled his eyes and looked up. The lightbulb had to be somewhere there, but with how faint the storage room’s reflection was, it was almost impossible to spot against the weird lights and blacks of the mirror world. He squinted.

Which was when the Box Ghost hit him square in the face with a box.

Danny sputtered. “Hey!”

“Do not ignore the mighty Box Ghost!”

Another of the boxes hit Danny, and then two more.

“Owww,” he said, rubbing his head. “That one hurt!”

“Yes!” crowed the Box Ghost. “Soon you will beware the wrath of my…”

They both looked at the writing scrawled on the box.

“You hit me with a box of staplers?” Danny asked. 

“And I will do so…again!”

“Ow!” Now clutching his side, Danny punched him.

“Mere fists cannot defeat the master of all that is cardboard and square!”

Danny kicked him into the shelves, and boxes avalanched down. The Box Ghost was buried.

Before the Box Ghost could dig his way out, Danny looked back up. There! The lightbulb was a white blob at the center of the hole. Beneath it was a blurry impression of the cord. Danny grabbed for it–and his hand passed through. 

“No!” Danny made another grab at the cord, and failed again.

The boxes shifted, then floated up to reveal the Box Ghost, grinning up at Danny. 

“Youuuu! Do not have the mastery to make use of such delicate images!” he cried, and flung another box at him. 

Danny batted that one aside, and then a few more until he narrowly dodged one labeled printer paper and realized one very critical piece of information. 

“I'm an idiot!” he hissed.

“You are! You should return to school!”

“I’m in school!” Danny knocked aside the next box–pens–and the one after that–transparencies.

The next box was labeled rulers, and Danny grabbed it and tore it open. Inside–

“Yes!” said Danny, and dove headfirst through the gleaming pile of stainless steel rulers. 

He tumbled out into the storage room and onto the boxes strewn around the floor from his fight with the Box Ghost. The storage room was in anarchy; almost nothing remained on the shelves. As he watched, the box of rulers he'd torn open from the mirror world began to tilt upwards, revealing the Box Ghost’s delighted face in its reflection.

“Fool! You have provided the Box Ghost with a superior reflective surface and have thus ensured your DOO–”

Danny reached up and yanked on the lightbulb's pull cord. The closet went dark.

There was a clatter as the connection with the mirror world vanished, and the Box Ghost's influence with it.

And then, silence. Blessed silence.

Danny breathed out a sigh of relief. No more Box Ghost. No more annoying monologues. The closet was saved! Now, all he had to do was get back to class.

From the closet. The dark closet, which now had no reflections at all. On account of being dark.

He was trapped.

“Heck,” he said.

And then Danny realized something else: he was trapped in the supply closet, and it looked like he'd trashed it. 

“Sh–”

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Ectober 17 - Found Footage

Eventually, a warehouse worker's going to see exactly how much money he can make by getting a proper video of the box ghost.

That doesn't mean crazy enough to try and film in person you understand. It'll probably be good enough to just leave a camera recording, pointed up from one of those boxes the nuisance loves so much.