I'd just like to apologize in advance for the length of this XD

It was Friday, and Casper was hiding out in the back of caps boat, invisible. Wendy had requested he meet her in underworld city, near the docks.

The issue was she wanted to meet him right around the same time Thatch and Sibella were going on their date…who were also using caps boat to get to the city. Things were still weird, and of course they would be. He and Thatch kissed and then agreed to forget it just yesterday.

So, he had turned inviable and slipped to the back of the boat, where he was trying his hardest to ignore Sibella and Thatch. But every once in a while, he'd hear them laugh, and his heart would break even more. Luckily though, the boat ride was pretty quick.

The ship docked and Thatch and Sibella left. He became visible again and flew off the ship. He watched with a frown as Thatch and Sibella disappeared into the city.

"Hello Casper."

The ghost whipped around to see Wendy.

She was wearing a black hoodie and black pants with heeled boots. She also had black, leather gloves, which he found a little weird.

"Wendy! It's been so long!" Casper pulled his friend into a hug, she grinned and hugged him back.

"I know, it's been too long. How are you?" the witch gave a warm smile.

"I'm good." The ghost answered with a slight smile.

"Liar." She responded bluntly.

Casper blinked and tilted his head.

"I can tell. Your sclera look darker, like you've been crying."

The ghost frowned and looked away, twiddling his hands with both nervousness and embarrassment.

"Would it have anything to do with that vampire boy that you have a crush on?"

He blushed and to look at her, she gave him a knowing smirk.

"How do you know about that...Is it that obvious?" the ghost looked at the ground in a fluster.

"For other people, no. For me, yes. My aunt Velma taught me how to read people." Wendy stated with a warm smirk.

"You were staring at those two vampires that walked off into the city. You had a longing look on your face, like you wanted what they had. Perhaps it was romance in general you want, and they were just reminding you of that…but you looked too personally hurt by them for that to be the case." She continued smartly.

"So it had to be that you liked one of them. And I know you, that girl didn't look your type. So, it had to be, what's his name? Thash?"

"Thatch." He corrected lightly.

"Yeah, Thatch! That's it! Sorry, been awhile since." She chuckled.

"Wow, your good." He chuckled, still flushed. It quickly turned into an expression of confusion. "Wait, what do you mean "my type?" he raised a brow.

"You have a type, and you're very consistent about it." She smirked, crossing her arms.

"I do not." He frowned.

She laughed. "Yeah, yeah you do."

Casper pouted and crossed his arms. "How so?"

She smirked again "Let's look at all your past crushes, shall we? First off, me."

He blinked, and then became rather embarrassed. "…You knew about that?"

"You didn't really try to hide it…" she chuckled.

He thought about it for a moment before turning blue. He really was very transparent about that crush… "I didn't know witches were so cute…" "Friends doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about you!" He couldn't help it, he crushed easily, and he felt like she understood him…God this was embarrassing.

She chuckled again before continuing; "Anyways, me, a rebellious hothead." She began counting the crushes on her fingers. "Next was Kat, a rebellious hothead. Then there was Carol, a rebellious hothead. After that was Mantha, a rebellious hothead. Thatch is also a rebellious hothead. You have a type, and it's intimidating, tough people with bad tempers and heavy sarcasm levels." She laughed.

Casper thought for a moment, his expression slowing turning ashamed as he thought about it. Then he hid his flustered face in his hands.

"…ok, I have a type." He mumbled.

"Also, last year we went to a dinner in Deedstown, and the waiter looked a lot like Thatch. You kept ogling him." Wendy snickered.

"He didn't look lik…and I didn't-!" the ghost struggled to argue. "Please stop being right…" he groaned, hiding his face again.

"Ok, ok." She chuckled "So, tell me. How'd it happen? What's the story?" She grinned, struggling to not act giddy.

Casper walked to the edge of the dock and sat down, dangling his feet off the edge. Wendy sat next to him. He told her everything, including the cave.

"He kissed you?! So why was that purple girl hanging off of his arm instead of you?" She asked with a mix of confusion and frustration.

"I told him I'd pretend it never happened." He sighed.

"Why?!" She snapped.

"Because he'd get bored of me!" Casper snapped right back. "He's tough and takes risks, meanwhile I'm scared of rollercoasters! I'd be a stick in the mud for everything he likes to do, and he'd get bored of everything I like to do! We wouldn't work!" he exclaimed with frustration. "And I…" the ghost looked away, his eyes starting to tear up. "I don't want to fall for somebody and get attached, only for that love to get yanked away…I died once, that would kill me again." He explained quietly, looked down at the water sadly.

Wendy frowned. "Casper, you don't need to enjoy the same things as somebody to stay in love. You just have to enjoy being around each other, enjoy the energy they give off, the way they talk. It's not as complex as you think…" she sighed.

Then her eyes lit up, and she smiled slyly, elbowing him in the side.

"And besides, there's at least, one activity that I'm sure you two could enjoy doing together…" Wendy smirked, winking deviously.

"Huh?" Casper raised a brow in confusion. Then his eyes snapped wide and his face flushed. "WENDY! That's dirty!" he snapped in a fluster.

"I have a boyfriend; I'm allowed to be. And even if I didn't, I'd still be allowed." She smiled confidently.

"Oh, can we drop it?" the ghost pouted. "We've got more important things to discuss than my love life, like you." He switched to a concerned tone. "What happened Why'd you disappear? And why show up now?"

She stood up silently, her face becoming serious.

"We need to find somewhere private to talk."

The ghost quickly looked around for anyone. "No one's around." He responded quietly.

"I can't take any chances." She replied very serious.

"…alright then, well, where should we go?" Casper raised a brow.

"I scoped out an empty warehouse earlier, we can go there." She explained. "Follow me."

Casper found this very odd, especially her dark tone. But, he did was she asked.

They went to an old, dusty warehouse. Wendy opened a foggy window and crawled inside, Casper phased through the wall. The warehouse was filled with boat parts from shipwrecks, likely waiting use or repair. She led him inside a captain's quarters, clearly broken off from an old boat. She closed the door behind her, and used her wand to light up the little area. (think like, oil lamp lighting.)

The ghost could tell she was paranoid about something…she clearly didn't want to be found, or seen. He wondered…Were her gloves to hide fingerprints?

"Ok, now tell me, what happened?" Casper looked at her with concern.

She took a deep breath.

"Alight."

One year ago.

Kibosh was waiting in his office, at his desk. To be more specific, his city office, which was a separate building than his palace. The city building was less fortified, but carried far less important things. It was good for meetings and appointments. Speaking of which, he had an appointment. Or rather, his secretary called him from downstairs to inform him a young witch had something very important to discuss Snivel was beside him, ready to take notes.

There was a knock at the door, Snivel quickly opened it. In the door way was a blond girl of about 16. She wore a red hooded jacket, black pants, and red sneakers. Her irises were red as well.

"Come in and sit down." Kibosh stated sternly.

The girl walked in, an old brown envelope in hand. She sat in the chair, her face serious.

"So child, who are you? And what's so important that my secretary had to send you up right away?" The green ghost raised a brow.

"Does he have to be in hear?" She gave Snivel a side eye?

The round ghost was about to throw a fit, when Kibosh raised a hand, and he immediately shut up, cowering.

"Yes." Kibosh answered sternly.

The blond girl sighed before looking back up at the king. She then handed him the envelope. "You'll want to read this."

Kibosh raised a brow, but took the envelope and opened it, pulling out the pages inside. He began scanning the contents;

"Kibosh,
I'm pregnant. I don't know a better way to put it. I know we've had our differences, but I thought it only right you know. I'm not asking for money, I have enough on my own. But I thought you might want to be a part of your child's life. If you want to be a good father, you know where to find me. I have nothing else to say. From,
Bee."

The green ghost had no reaction at first, he simply stared at the paper. Then, after a moment, he looked back up at the girl with a scowl.

"I take it this is some form of black mail?" he asked darkly.

"No, my mother wrote it. I just thought my father should finally see it." The girl responded simply.

The green ghost leaned back, his eyes widened a bit. Snivel looked back and forth between the two, making confusing noises with his mouth hanging open in shock.

"I see…so, you are ether very desperate for money…or telling the truth." Kibosh raised a brow.

"My mother was Bee, which was short for Beatrice. She was a witch, like me, had brown hair and wore glasses."

"Anyone could have written that letter." The green ghost was not convinced, he crossed his arms.

"In her diary she wrote…" The girl cringed a bit before continuing. "That you and her had a special hotel suite in the city…Thankfully she doesn't get into any details, but she did mention the hotels name was the Violet Fang…and that the room had high up view of the city." She grimaced, these were not details she liked to think about, but they were helpful.

Kibosh stared at her. He was also really starting to wish he had told Snivel to leave…Who, of course, now felt the need to speak up.

"How dare you accuse the King of such things! He would never-"

"SNIVLLEY!" Kibosh boomed angrily. "Shut up." He glared at the fat ghost, who hid back behind a dead plant.

"It seems, you are telling the truth…" The king stated after a long moment, standing up. "So, child, what is your name?"

"Wendy." She smiled.

"Well Wendy, how is your mother these days?" Kibosh asked.

"Dead." The witch responded bluntly.

"Oh..." The king responded, not sure what else to say.

"She died when I was a baby." She explained further.

"I see, so where have you been living?"

Wendy had considered telling him about her aunts…but something inside her told her not to. And if there was any one important thing that her aunts taught her, it was to trust her instincts.

"I've lived where I can, jumping between houses, on the street." Wendy smiled, lying smoothly.

"I see…" The King turned to his assistant. "Snivel, order a ride for Miss Wendy to the palace." He turned back to Wendy again. "You can stay with me, that way we can to know each other. Father and daughter." Kibosh concluded.

"WHAT?!" the fat assistant cried out. "You can't seriously be considering what she said! She's most likely lying!"

"Are you questioning me!?" The green ghost boomed.

Snivel cowered away. "N-no sir I just…am making a recommendation…"

"She has presented me with significant proof!" Kibosh stated sternly. "And besides…she has my eyes." He muttered. He then turned back to Wendy again. "I'll put your dna into the palace shield, and you'll be able to enter. Follow me." He got up from his chair, and left the room, Wendy and Snivel followed.

"I'm really sorry to interrupt you," Casper chuckled nervously, holding up his hand to stop her. "But what do you mean you're the daughter of Kibosh!" Casper hissed in a panic.

"My mother was one of Kibosh's soldiers…they got along really well…" Wendy responded awkwardly.

"I, what- did you always know this?!" He asked frantically.

"No, I only found my mother's diary's last year. She had the letter in one of them." She answered quietly.

The ghost stuttered for a few moments, trying to think up something to say, before sighing in defeat. "I…I've got a lot of thoughts about this, but no words to express them…" he muttered.

"Yeah…" Wendy trailed off, looked at the floor sadly. Then she took in a deep breath and faced him again.

"Anyways,"

Wendy had hoped to form a bond with her father. She wanted to know part of her family, to have a parent. The first few days in the palace were ok, Kibosh was stern, but she could deal with that. But then one day he took her to the human world, Deedstown to be specific.

When they had arrived, Kibosh pointed to an elderly human in a parking lot, struggling to push a shopping cart, and he said "show me your skills." She raised a brow, and quite honestly had no idea what he wanted her to do. But she did know one thing, that old man looked quite tired, and needed a bit of help... So, she quickly ran over and helped the old man push the cart to his car. She helped him load the groceries into his car, and then she took the cart back to the corral. He smiled and thanked her, and she headed back to her father, who had been hiding and watching.

Kibosh was not happy.

He snapped at her angrily. "We do not help humans!"

Wendy never took being yelled at, so she yelled right back at him "Well, why not!?"

Kibosh does not take well to being argued with.

So, a full-blown screaming argument ensued. During the fight, a human stumbled upon them. Kibosh turned and roared at the man. The man screamed in terror, and Wendy felt something odd. She was a witch, and witches could feel magic. When the human became scared, Kibosh seemed to have a power increase…almost like he was feeding off the fear...

The man stumbled back and clutched his heart, Wendy could tell by the look in his eyes that he was in pain. But before she could do anything, Kibosh grabbed her and few off.

"He's having a heart attack!" She yelled at him in a panic.

"That is none of our concern." Kibosh stated sternly, continuing to fly away.

As they flew off, Wendy could hear an ambulance's sirens blazing…

After that, Kibosh promptly sent Wendy to Scare School, much to her hatred. Her father didn't care for life at all, it made her sick. She had hoped her father would love her, but now she just hated him. She was happy to see Casper, and to meet his friends…but the school was so awful. She hated it. She got into detention the first day, getting into a heated argument with Mr Burns. (literally heated, there was fire) Then she got into it with Mrs Hopper over the historical inaccuracies in the text books, then she got into a screaming match with the gym teacher over his rudeness. She was pretty sure the only reason Alder and Dash didn't expel her that first day, was because Kibosh was listed as her parental guardian.

Wendy hated that school, and she hated Kibosh. His whole rule was awful. So, Wendy left. She took her things and escaped only a week into being at the school. She didn't take crap, no matter who was dishing it out. And she wasn't going to sit there and let people tell her what to do.

"I hated it there, so I left, and I've been keeping low ever since. I can't risk my fa-Kibosh finding me." She scowled at the memory of the green king.

"When you left, Kibosh did a very thorough search of the school. I thought it was a little odd that he was so invested in finding you…Now I know why, he wanted his daughter back." Casper added.

"He wants his property back. I doubt he could every actually care for anyone, not with how coldly he treats humans…" Wendy muttered bitterly, looking off to the side.

"I know you're upset, but he's your father…maybe you two could make up?" The ghost suggested calmly.

She whipped her attention back up at him in alarm.

"This isn't about that anymore, my anger for him has grown far beyond that. I now know his history, his true history. I know who he is, and it's awful. He can't be reasoned with, I tried, he refused to listen." She ranted.

"…well…" The ghost trailed off. "What now? Why did call me here?" he raised a brow. "I'm happy to see you, but…I feel you have more to tell me…"

"We'll, I've got an offer for ya. But first, I need you to tell me something. Does Kibosh know that we are friends, that you and I have any connection?" Wendy became concerned, looking at him with worry.

"No. He asked the students if any of use might know anything helpful in finding you. I kept quiet, because I didn't want you to get in trouble…" The ghost trailed off, rubbing his arm and looking off to the side.

"Ok, good. So…" She took a deep breath before looking Casper dead in the eyes, her face serious as could be.

"Will you help me take down Kibosh?"

"What?" He blinked, not fully registering what she said.

"I need help taking him down, ending his rule and freeing Maine. And you could be the key to doing it." Wendy explained.

"...what?" he asked again, panic starting to creep into his voice.

"I know, it's an understatement to say it's a lot to ask." She frowned.

"…You…I…You can't just ask me to commit treason!" Casper hissed in a panic, looking around to make sure no one was there.

"He needs to go down! He's evil! He forces monsters to hate humans!" the witch ranted.

"Yes, well…" He muttered, struggling to think up a counter argument. "He doesn't 'hate' humans, he's…just trying to preserve...The Balance." The ghost responded quietly, and unsure.

"Aww, come on Casper, you know The Balance is a load of bull!…Don't tell me they've managed to get to you with their lies…" Wendy looked hurt, and worried.

"But…"

"Humans have enslaved each other simply over skin color or religion. Do you really think any amount of scaring won't set them off? And like any creature, it depends on the individual. We both have human friends who are perfectly nice." She stated frustratedly.

The ghost squirmed. She was making a good point.

"And let's say The Balance is real, which it isn't, it still doesn't explain dozens of other cruel things he does. First off, he encourages us to be mean to each other, which is completely unnecessary! We don't need to be mean and vile to each other in order to scare humans. That's absurd! Second off, the school. It's full of lies and bullcrap! And you know this." She ranted on.

"…The text books are mostly wrong…" Casper mumbled.

"Everything about that school, he designed to make humans seem as insignificant as possible. History lessons that are false and make Kibosh seem great, Science that is total nonsense, and gym that constantly tries to remind students of the pitchfork and torch days. And he's been manipulating students like this for hundreds of years, creating generation after generation of hate. It's dangerous to humans and cryptids!" She continued.

The ghost looked at the floor, silent. He knew she was right, but he was afraid of it.

"And third off, he's just really fucking mean! He constantly yells at his subjects!"

"Language…" Casper mumbled.

"Sorry." Wendy sighed. "One day humans are going to discover us, and when that happens, we don't want to give them logical reasons to hate us. Scaring is basically a threat when they don't know they're going to be ok. I don't think human governments would take to kindly to creatures threatening their people…" She ranted before sighing tiredly, running her hands through her hair. "Hell, humans don't even need monsters to scare them to be wary of us, they scare themselves with horror movies and games…" she grumbled.

"I…" Casper trailed off, looking away from her. "Why do you even want my help? I'm not strong, or fast, or powerful, or smart…I'm soft, and little…" he asked quietly, frowning.

"Well, for starters, you're a good person, you do good things." She smiled gently, grabbing his shoulders. "Second off, Kibosh doesn't view you as a threat, and that gives us an incredible advantage." She gave him a confident smile.

Casper felt lost. He knew deep inside she was right. Kibosh was a corrupt leader who was endangering hundreds of lives, as well as making many of them miserable. A good person would fight back, right? But…if it failed, Casper and his uncles would be in so much trouble…

She let go of him and stepped back, a serious expression returned to her face.

"I know this is a big ask, so I'll give you a week to think about it. That's seven days. I'll need your choice by then, I'm not the only one in this rebellion, and the others need to know." She then gave a warm, understanding smile. "and whatever you choose, I want you to know, you're my friend, and you always will be." She ensured.

"Thank you. I'll let you know…" He trailed off in a mumble.

Her expression the changed to light hearted.

"Now, how about we go get some food?" she smiled.