A/N: Welcome to our collection of drabbles! These will take place in a variety of AUs, of which may or may not be posted already on this account. This particular drabble is part of what we call our Hero/Villain AU, where it begins with Andrew (the Ghostwriter) and Randy (his adopted brother) in human disguises at Casper High School, Andrew trying to get inspiration for his new novel. Danny is a human that takes on a secret identity to fight against the ghosts that attack the school.

"Maybe he just needs a different villain to fight," Andrew mused to Randy, the two eating lunch in the Casper High cafeteria. "Someone a bit weaker and more in his range."

"Really? You think weaker is more in his range? The kid got your keyboard twice, Andy," Randy unhelpfully pointed out to him.

"By sheer dumb luck and my own inattentiveness," Andrew waved off quickly. "I just need to test him."

"Test him? Wasn't that what your last few fights have been about? Why are you trying to fight some sixteen year old anyway?"

"I need a hero for this story and he's the best I have," Andrew sighed, shaking his head. "I'm not very thrilled about it, either, but a writer does as he must." Besides, this had the chance to be fun.

"Or you can write without making it about real people. Just pointing that out." When he shot Randy a glare, the older raised his hands peaceably.

"You'll see. This will be my best story yet." Andrew stood up from his unfinished lunch and let's see... It couldn't hurt to end with a little chaos for these children. "Five minutes." It would only take him that long to write a decent villain.

"You have ten before I step in." Sticking his tongue out, Andrew rushed off to the hallways, feeling his power build around him and his keyboard flicker into sight just as he rounded an empty corner. He needed a villain that was clever and full of tricks and could keep a story interesting, but with a light tone. This wasn't a main event, but a little sneak peek at what might come later- Ah, well. In that case, there was really only one villain he could create.

He needed to only type a few words before the figure was coming into view, and oh it was perfect. See how the little hero dealt with a challenge. Hearing pounding footsteps, he grinned. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Letting his illusion drop as he floated into the air, Ghostwriter smirked as that troublesome brat came into view. "Ah, if it isn't the hero of the hour!"

"Ugh. You again? Can't you tell when nobody wants you, weirdo?"

"Can't you tell when you're not needed?" Ghostwriter grinned, looking to the villain he had crafted. "Let's see how you do against someone who's more your speed, hm, ghost hunter?"

"More my speed?! What's that supposed to- Woah!" Just as he had ordered with his typing, the villain leapt forward and attacked 'the Phantom.' A masked hero. It really was apt.

"Hello, 'hero,'" the villain sneered, fox themes evident and character based off one of their age mates from long ago. "Let's see how long you last."

Phantom stood up straight. "Okay, wait, hang on. So is this a person you're controlling? Or is this... Did you make up an entire person?"

"Well, it depends on your definition of 'made up,' I suppose, but yes, I did craft him with my powers. No overshadowed citizens for you to save today, I'm afraid."

"Oh, okay. How does that work? You just... Made it up? Out of words?"

"I- It's- You're supposed to be fighting." Andrew huffed to himself, leaning back in the air. Maybe he did need a new villain. "He's crafted out of my energy, yes. So, for example." Andrew typed a few lines on his keyboard, pleased when the villain he had crafted took out a handful of knives and threw them straight at Phantom. Phantom cried and leapt out of the way- Oh. Oh, he'd actually managed to hit him.

"Great. Awesome. Great, so I don't need to feel bad." Well, no, but he was still a 'hero.' Andrew doubted that Phantom would show too much aggression or anger at the crafted villain. Oh- Oh. Oh. That was... Unexpected. He'd forgone his favored gun entirely and was engaging in hand-to-hand with all the vigor of a spurred ghost.

"Interesting." There was more to 'Phantom' than met the eye, it seemed. He needed to discover more about his hero's past, but he was unlikely to do it now. No. Now was just to see how good a fighter he was when he was up against something clever and crafty like the fox he had given him.

"What- Hey! Get back here!" Ah, good, his champion had managed to get away from the onslaught and back to long-range to use the bow Andrew had equipped him with.

"You'll perish on this day, hero!" Mm... A lot of this story wasn't directly influenced by him, but perhaps that was a mistake seeing at how this was going.

"...Dude. Really? Perish?"

"I didn't write that, for reference," Andrew helpfully called out, looking at his screens. "You might like what these arrows do, however."

Phantom snorted. "Or I can just not get hit- Holy fucking shit!" Andrew couldn't help but burst into laughter at the swearing as Phantom dodged the arrow that exploded upon contact.

"You're quite amusing, if nothing else. Maybe this story can be salvaged." He would need to re-work a few things, but this could always be adjusted to be a bit lighter and more fun. Phantom cried again when it seemed an arrow got too close- Ah, now he was using the gun- No, not his keyboard! "Quit that!" Andrew just barely managed to save it this time, floating back in the air hurriedly. "You don't know what you mess with when you do that!"

"I know it stops all this bullshit," he spat out. Andrew clutched the keyboard close, knowing his five minutes were almost up. Hopefully his champion had gotten what Andrew needed.

"Not in a way you would typically expect." Another arrow would be rather nice, right now.

"Master! I will protect you from this fiend!"

"Fiend? Really?"

"I didn't mean for him to come out like that," Andrew huffed, trying his best not to blush. Maybe he had some repressed emotions about his old age mates? That could be likely.

"Alright, buddy. You are so gonna get it," Phantom huffed, aiming his gun at the villain- Ugh! That brat!

"If you keep that up then I'll step in myself, Phantom."

"Then come get me!"

"Gladly." Because this brat kept going for his keyboard and that keyboard was precious to him. "Let's see how you deal with me." Andrew hit the ground and balanced on his feet easily, grabbing the knives that had been thrown near the beginning of the 'fight."

"Alright. Time's up." What- No! Andrew was about to teach this little brat a lesson!

"I think you'll find I have at least thirty seconds left." Enough time to throw a knife or two.

Randy rose an eyebrow at him, arms crossed. "Time's. Up."

Andrew clutched the knife in hand tightly, glaring between Randy and Phantom before huffing and throwing the knife at the wall as hard as he could, viciously pleased when it buried itself up to the hilt. "Fine. I have what I need."

"And who's that?" Oh. Yes, his champion.

"Mm. Jareth, maybe? Tweaked, of course."

"J... Jareth." Randy looked at his champion- Oh. He shot him.

"Well, that was a bit dramatic," Andrew huffed, watching his Champion fade away back to nothing. "Since you're already using your guns..."

"No. Go." Well, he didn't need to be rude about it. Glaring at Randy for a moment, Andrew huffed and disappeared, taking on his human disguise just as the bell rang for classes. And on time as usual.

And there was Danny coming in late as usual- Was he limping? Andrew waited until the boy was close before he was quietly getting his attention. "Danny? Are you alright?"

"Ah- I will be. Dash." Dash brought him to the point of limping- And was that a scratch on his arm?

"If you're certain..." Did Dash really do that? What a brute of a child. Poor, sweet Danny. He really did need to stand up for himself. Maybe Andrew could help after he was done with his latest story.