Whatever anyone else might say, he knew he wasn't the bad guy. Tucker sat in the mayor's office, scribbling on the fancy legal pad furiously. They could call him the bad guy, but they just didn't have his vision!

When Tucker first became mayor, he had no clue how to lead. He had been an idealist, with all these fanciful notions of what he could do with his position. His two friends by his side encouraged him to work to make those visions a reality. To make good. To improve the lives of the people of Amity Park. And he was ready and willing to do just that.

But he was just a kid, still in high school. He didn't know anything about navigating the rules of the legal system. He barely understood the very basics of the civics. He had gotten a 'B' in that class. How can a kid be an adequate mayor, in the best of times? But these were not the best of times.

The world was in upheaval over the existence of ghosts.

Religions the world over were furious, fighting against the notion that the floating green monsters were the spirits of the dearly departed. They tried to rationalize the ghosts as extra-dimensional aliens, or some nonsense.

Governments were fighting with the notion of "Ghost Rights" since the stance of the GIW was quite clear. The USA had more than a few fingers in foreign perception of ghosts, so the views of the inept government group were pervasive not just in the States. However, the fact that the world's hero was part ghost raised questions of that legitimacy, and the world governments were under fire for their bigoted treatment of ghosts.

So many corporations were searching for the best angle to make money over the phantastic revelation. How could they spin the existence of ghosts into a product? A service? Where was the money in the ghost venture? Could ghosts be a potential pool of resources or even an untapped potential market?

All the groups had called Tucker's office so often he had to unplug the phone.

To say Tucker had been overwhelmed was an understatement. A week in, he felt like resigning. He was in way over his head. His friends had encouraged him to keep the seat. Who would be better than him at the job? Anyone else that was even remotely interested would use the position for their own ends. They would be there to help. He wasn't in this alone and they would be with him every step of the way.

Bullshit.

Sure, they had tried at first. But things kept always coming before Tucker. Sam had to focus on her ghost rights movement. It was losing traction as the government was putting heavy pressure on the media. Danny was always dipping into the Zone to quell some new issue. Always trying to cut off some kind of apocalyptic disaster. Which left Tucker to muck through the red tape alone.

Well, not alone.

Just by himself.

Tucker stopped his furious scribbling to pick up the delicate hand mirror hidden in a drawer. The bronze was inscribed with heiroglyphs, each delicate word formed around glowing red gemstones. When Tucker had first found it, he had found the inscription incomprehensible. Now, after using the mirror for weeks, he could read Egyptian text better than English. Tucker looked into the mirror.

Yes, no one had his vision. Tucker saw himself as he could be. As he would be. He had never thought of a political career in earnest, but now he could see the whole way was paved out for him in gold. First Mayor, the State Senator, then Governor, then President. The World could be as he wanted it. It was all here. The way was clear. Every step laid out. He just had to take it. It was his right. Tucker continued to look into the looking glass, watching his life unfold. He wanted that. He needed that. He stared at his mirror image. The alternate Tucker stared back. An older, wiser, and politically powerful version of himself. No more relying on others. Powerful in his own right. A Leader, not a follower.

But he had to get rid of the obstacles in his way. The things that were tripping him in his path. They were a nuisance. Something only holding him back from his true potential. From his divine right. He wasn't a villain, they were. For trying to prevent him from making the world a better place.

Tucker put down the mirror and turned toward the document on his desk that he had been avoiding. With renewed confidence, he signed them. It was an unpleasant job, but he had to do it. He didn't feel happy about it, as he reread the document with a frown.

GIW Arrest Warrant for Danny Phantom

The image in the mirror smiled, eyes glowing red.