Hey y'all! did i just say y'all? midnight updates scratched off the list of things that i do. alright so again filler chapter but i thought it would be cool to see the master manipulator at work! Listening to heavy metal rock music blasting from my stereo. really testing the neighbors. its a trust excersize my mom just doesn't believe me... lol rambling...

So onto the story...

But first, Disclaimer: I own a disc of Metallica's first album and that's it. so obviously no i don't own danny phantom despite the fact that i should because i would bring him back...

Chapter 1

The Ghost Writer sits at the table in the cafeteria of the prison among other imprisoned ghosts. He doesn't talk to any of them. Many have tried to get the Writer to speak but alas not but one word has escaped his lips. Most all have given up that fruitless pursuit. All but one, Walker. He still approaches the Writer every day and tells him that he can't keep to himself forever. He tells him that the Writer himself should know, does know, that breaking the treaty was wrong and that he must come to terms with it before he drives himself mad. Walker took pity on the Writer, why was anyone's guess. Maybe because they were somewhat the same in the end, two ghosts each with their own one purpose in life. Walker had once nearly had his purpose taken from him and thwarted by the ghost child and Writer; he had every part of his purpose smashed. So Walker would speak to him daily and didn't force him to do pointless manual labor like the rest of the ghosts. In the end the escape of The Ghost Writer would be partially the fault of Walker and he would feel used and betrayed but he wouldn't realize until it was too late and The Writer was out of his jurisdiction, in the human world.

The Warden spoke of the day's trials, "Desiree was completely crazy today and I had to…"

The Ghost Writer rose from the table he was seated at across from Walker and interrupted him with a mere, "Pardon." The only word he ever spoke. The Ghost Writer made his way out of the cafeteria and into his cell.

The door of his cell was opened and he glided inside. As the door slid shut he took the toothpick from under his sleeve and threw it into the lock right before the door shut completely, jamming the locking mechanism. He sat on his cot for a while and thought of the events to occur that night. He had been tactful with his planning and very satisfied with the results thus far. The Writer had been sure to make every detail count. From what Walker had said about Desiree he knew his plan was coming to fruition. A few months back he had sent a note with a paper he had bargained out of the janitor and coal from the yard. The note was for Skulker, "I can help you escape. Don't you want to kill the halfa?" Of course Skulker came like a moth to a flame. The Writer explained that if Skulker could convince Desiree to create a distraction and get Technus up to the main frame of the ghost shield he could disable it and Skulker could fight his way out. Obviously, Skulker had his misgivings about the whole plan. He asked such questions as, "Why would you want me out?", "What's in this for you?", and the last one being, "What's the catch?". But The Ghost Writer had been prepared. He answered calmly and in exact tones, "My point in life is over, my chances of beating the child myself are diminished, and all I wish is to know the boy is gone. You and your friends have more to live for and more promise to finish the job." With that all of Skulker's' qualms were gone and he agreed whole-heartedly to the plan.

Desiree was already acting odd in anticipation of the 'escape' meaning Skulker had convinced the others and the plans were being set in motion. Manipulation was the best and only friend of The Writer because he could control it so well. A scream was heard from below and an alarm sounded above. The Ghost Writers face was contorted into a wicked grin as he threw open the bars of his cage and flew from his cell. All the guards were pre-occupied with Desiree fighting to break free, getting Technus out of the control room of the ghost shield, and fighting Skulker's escape attempt. None of them, not even Walker, noticed his clandestine getaway. Once he was far enough into the zone and away from his awful penitentiary he screamed in joy and howled a terrible cackle.

"Time will always go on,"

A little more action but still so much to come. don't worry the chapters are going to start to get a bit longer

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