I really need to stay on top of these things...
Anywho! The new Kamen Rider will have a ghost motif so you know, I've got this AU and all and being in both fandoms, I'm just really excited omg

A few weeks passed by with little to no drama. Danny was still working on getting a hang of the Driver, and Sam and Tucker trying to come across any information on this whole thing. For now, the teen just laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. A lot had happened in such a short amount of time, he still didn't know which direction he should turn. On one hand, Danny gained power. He gained the chance to protect. On the other hand, he was left with too many unanswered questions. Why him? What was the purpose of all this? Who is this Plasmius guy and why the heck was he so important? The teen let out stressful groan and tossed over on his stomach, covering his head with a pillow, "I mean no offence, Spook, but ever since this whole thing happened, my stress levels are just too high."

Spooky never left his spot, claiming Danny's model space shuttle as his perch, "I can only imagine." Spooky never once became offended by Danny's words; and there was a lot of times Danny had said anything along those lines. He understood; this was a lot to handle.

Danny let out a sigh, his stress just seemed to build and build with each second that went by. Sitting up, he looked over to Spooky, "Do you know how many ghosts this Plasmius guy has on his side?"

Spooky thought for a while, trying to jog his memory, "Nope. Why?"

"Well, I've thought of just going into the Ghost Zone, but I don't even know where to start! And then what? Just waltz right up to a ghost and just ask?"

"Well maybe you can." Danny looked to his door, Sam and Tucker standing there, a book in Sam's hands. Walking up to her friend, she opened the book and showed Danny, "I found this at one of the many gothic bookstores I shop at, apparently there's a library in Zone that holds the knowledge of pretty much anything ghostly."

Taking the book from her hands, he read the page to himself. After weighing his options for a while, he shut the book and looked at his friends, "Get the Specter Speeder ready."

Danny sighed while Spooky shifted his small weight on Danny's shoulder. His parents had just finished working on the Specter Speeder and to top that off, he's never even been in the Ghost Zone. His parents had been working for years to get the Portal up and running and they still haven't made their own way into the Zone. He had heard theories upon theories about the Zone from his parents, he was about to see how true those theories actually are.

"Are you sure about this, man?" Tucker looked at his friend, concern written all over his face. Tucker wasn't sure if his friend had actually thought this through.

Danny let out a nervous sigh, "No," it sounded more like a question than an answer, "but what other choice do we have? We need answers, Tuck." Climbing into the Speeder, he looked at his friend again, "Besides, we have no other leads to go on."

As Tucker started up the Speeder, he looked back to Danny, "I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into, man."

The Ghost Zone was nothing like the trio imagined. It was dark and bleak, but they could feel a dash of liveliness to it. Danny's parents had always told him how creepy the Zone was, and while he could see their point, it was only up to a certain extent. While it was creepy, Danny felt… safe. He couldn't exactly tell why, but this place just felt right to him. It didn't take long until the library came into view. Nervousness washed over Danny. It was now or never and it was obviously now.

"I suggest you set the cloaking on, Tucker. You never know what could happen here." Sam suggested, looking out the windshield to the library. As the trio walked out to the front steps, Sam blinked a few times, "I think I remember reading about a ghost who lives here though."

Danny looked over to his friend, "Wait! You mean to tell me that this is a ghost's lair and you didn't say anything?"

Sam just shrugged and gave an innocent smile, "oops?"

Before any of the three friends could say anything else, the front doors opened on their own. Exchanging a few nervous glances, Tucker and Sam pushed Danny forward. He looked back at them and shot them annoyed look, rolling his eyes as they just shrugged at him

"Hey man, you're the Rider here!"

"If you three are done, get your butts in here or leave!" A gentle but strong voice came from inside the library, "especially if you need answers about that Driver!"

The three friends just looked at each other again. After a beat of silence, the trio finally made their way into the library. And what a library this was. Shelves of books lined the walls. Rows of smaller shelves stood strong against a purple carpet. The smell of ink and worn leather with notes of herbal tea met the teens' noses.

A ghost owl, a bit bigger than Spooky flew up the trio, "Follow Spell, she'll lead you to me!"

As Spell started flying forward, the trio followed, unsure of what to say, "My master is deep in the library right now, it's amazing he can shout so loud, too. He's not one for visitors, especially since he's been so busy with research."

"So he never gets out much, I'm guessing." Sam asked, looking up to the owl, not bothered by today's events.

"No. The only visitors he'll ever put up with is his half-brother and even then it takes a while to pull him away from a book." Spell giggled at that. Even if she was used to his actions, it was still so amusing to watch, "Aside from your friend here, you two seem so shocked. Not used to this?"

Tucker scoffed, "Well it's not like we're pros at this, either."

Danny snorted, "Well gee, it's like you two we're just dumped with this Driver thing and now forced to fight random ghosts!"

Spooky finally flew up from Danny's shoulder and up to Spell, "I feel like I've seen you before."

Spell gave the bat a small smile, "My master will explain everything soon." As they entered a small room, their eyes were met with a grumbling ghost, digging through a pile of books, "Master, they're here."

"Come on now. Podría haber jurado que el libro estaba aquí!" The ghost continued to dig through the pile, unaware of the guests standing at the doorway, "Where the heck did it go?"

Spell spoke a bit louder, "Master, they're waiting."

Finally pulling the ghost out of his thoughts, he turned, the trio looking at him, confused looks on their faces. After clearing his throat, the ghost stood up, "Right," dusting himself off, he gestured to a rich purple couch, "Please sit."

The trio exchanged glances again as the ghost continued to grumble to himself, bending down and moving the pile of books to the coffee table and setting them into a perfect stack. Turning again, he looked at the trio, "What? You guys look like you've just seen a ghost." A small, amused smile made it's away on his face. At the looks he was given, he rolled his eyes, speaking under his breath, "Randy's humor is rubbing off on me."

Spell flew up to her master, "I told you letting him visit would be good for you."

The ghost rolled his eyes, "How is being cursed with lame humor good for me!? Ugh, we'll deal with this later!" The ghost ran a hand through his black hair, composing himself until he turned his attention to the trio again, "But really, please sit. I have a lot of things to explain."

The trio finally listened, sitting down at the couch, the ghost sitting across from them in a purple chair of his own. The ghost sighed, a grim look on his face. For a while, he didn't know where to start, and he had a lot of things to get through. Clearing his throat, they ghost looked at the teens, "First things firsts, introductions. You've met Spell here, and I'm the Ghost Writer. Of course my mom didn't just name me that, feel free to refer to me as Damion. You must be Danny, Tucker and Sam, yes?" At the confused nods he received, he spoke again, "That time ghost had mentioned you would show up," he blinked, deciding not to tell them who this time ghost really was, "Let's just say he's an ally of yours."

"Now, I can very well be an ally as well, but that depends on the answer you give me," sighing again, he looked at Danny, "the Driver. Will you use it to protect or to destroy?"

Danny looked at Damion in the eyes, "To protect. If I have to use this thing, I'm not going to stoop so low."

The Writer smiled at Danny, "Good answer."

Sam spoke up, "So Damion, you obviously know something, what can you tell us then?"

"And it's obviously heavy, dude. You know a lot, don't you?" Tucker asked, giving the Writer a look.

Sighing, the ghost looked at Danny, "First off, do not trust Plasmius." The grim look was back on his face, "From what I was told, he's being careless, he's got something planned and he's gotten way too power hungry," looking at Spooky, he spoke again, "I know you trust him, but trust me, Spooky, take extreme caution."

Spooky looked at the Writer, unsure to believe him or not, "But, he's my creator."

Damion shook his head, "No, he's not. I am."

"But he created me in his lab!"

"He created his own bat, August and he created Spell here, but I was the one who made you."

"Wait so, who made the Driver then?" Sam inquired, casting a questioning look to the ghost.

Damion sighed, "Well, I did the research and drew up the blueprints. I construed the base of both Drivers, while he finished them."

"So what? You two were in it together?" Tucker looked at the Writer, then back to Danny, trying to make sense of this whole thing. Damion was obviously leaving a lot out from his story.

"When Plasmius found out about my lair being this library and about all the topics in just one room alone, he forced me into doing his dirty work. I wanted nothing to do with this. He didn't have the means then to create the Drivers," his voice grew louder with anger, "he didn't have the knowledge! No idea where to start!" Damion was standing now, hands moving along with each word he spoke, "I can't even begin to tell you how long he kept me in that lab of his! And all this for revenge!" He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "If I had known he was going to bring innocent people into this, I would have done something sooner but I had no clue who he was targeting."

"So, what happened if you refused?" Sam's voice was quiet, something that was hardly heard from the outspoken teen.

Sitting back down, he held his head in his hand, "If I refused," he paused, unsure how to phrase his words, "well, let's just say it didn't end well." Damion sighed, standing to his feet, "He showed up here, forced me to gather books on ectoplasm deconstruction and construction, different uses for ectoplasm, advanced technology. Pretty much the works. Anything that could help him with the Drivers." Damion walked over to a shelf, organizing the books, "He then shipped me off to his lab, and I only got free after years of torture with the help from the Master of Time. By that time, his Driver and August had been finished for about two years. I created Spooky after about a year of being in his clutches," leaning against one of the shelves, Writer crossed his arms over his chest, looking down to the floor, "I feel so bad. He was saving you for something, Spooky. He didn't want you to remember anything, so he made me erase your memory with each year that went by."

Spooky flew up to Damion, "Now that you mention it, I sorta remember you."

Damion let a small smile show on his face, "You know, I used to sneak sweets for you when he was out. I'd float up to the kitchen and bring enough for you and me."

"Yes! I remember you! I remember that!" Spooky smiled at Damion, happy that he was gaining some of his memories back, "But, he kept me locked up, didn't he?"

Damion's smile faded, "Yeah buddy, he did."

"He's so cruel. How could he just do that?" Sam looked to Damion, anger growing inside her.

Damion walked over to the trio, "He had no such thing as a heart," sighing, he sat back down, "I wish I could tell you who he was, but he always hid his face. While the Master of Time knows all, even he can't tell you. Plasmius has gotten stronger, strong enough to cloud the time streams."

"So we're out of luck, there." Tucker muttered, chin resting in the palm of his hand.

"Sorry. Anyway, after about two years of having his Driver finished, I created the base for your own Driver while he created Spell." Spell flowed down to Damion's shoulder and claimed it as her perch, Damion smiling at the gesture, "When I was freed, I took Spell here before she could be used by him. I wanted to save Spooky as well, but he had moved him to a new spot that I didn't know of."

"So," Danny finally spoke up from his spot on the couch, his voice barely a whisper, "He used you and now he's using me."

Damion looked up, "Danny, look at me," he didn't speak again until he had Danny's attention, "I am truly sorry for what I have done. If I had a choice, I never would have listened to him. But, I can tell you this, you have the power to protect. He may have chosen you as his pawn, but you have the power to change this. You have a strong will and I know you will use the Driver for good."

Danny sighed, "You created this Driver and Spooky. He tortured you for years, I won't let him get away this. You have my word, Damion." Danny nodded, a new determination in his eyes.

Damion stood, watching the trio do the same. He set a firm hand on Danny's shoulder, "Good. And if you ever need anything, you know where to find me. I maybe just some writer who can't go a day without reading at least ten books, but I have picked up a few things, and if you ever need any upgrades on the Driver or new weapons – anything at all. Just come see me."

Danny smiled, happy that he at least found one ally in this whole mess, "Will do. Also, it'd be nice if you can let me know who in the Zone I can trust."

Damion returned the smile, "Don't worry, I've got a directory in this library somewhere, I'll jot some notes down in there and run it by you as soon as I can. You don't need to do this alone, Danny."

Danny's smiled grew bigger, "I know. And thanks Damion."

Also, I apologize if the Writer's Spanish is wonky! I'm Mexican myself and even I can't speak Spanish fluently so Google Translate is the best I can do. Sorry.