Target: Duskull (Medium)
Character Count w/o spaces: 10,631
Character Count with space: 13,139
Goal: 10k - 20k
It wasn’t raining outside. No. What was going on outside was beyond rain. It was a torrential downpour. Kyogre himself couldn’t have created a better rainstorm. I mean it was really coming down, but I had been lucky, and I use that word very loosely, enough to have found a broken down, abandoned cabin. The place was about as beaten down and nasty as it gets, but that was still better than the rain parade that was going on outside.
There wasn’t much in the little shack that I had the pleasure of calling my refuge. There was a bed, a refrigerator, and a worktable that had the remains of broken pokeballs on it. Oh and there was that moving shadow, no wait, that was just my imagination. I didn’t have much either. All I had was the wet clothes on my back and a dripping wet Luxio named Kaiser trying to cuddle up to me for warmth, which in actuality didn’t really. All of these added together to make a very depressed me.
It didn’t seem that the storm outside would end soon, but I still hoped for the best. The sooner the rain stopped, the sooner I could get my hands on something to eat. I’m not a big fan of eating Pokemon, but filleted Magikarp sounded pretty good right about now. That and some roasted Psyduck. My lips started scintillating with spit, but I licked them to get the saliva off. Thinking about food wasn’t going to make this situation any better. I had to get my mind off of food. I mean in a world where creatures can completely obliterate things with just a command, fun should have been within my grasp.
I had totally overestimated the fun of destroying things. We had set up some of the broken pokeballs on the ground for Kaiser to practice his Discharge attack on. First I had him start out with Charge, which probably wasn’t such a good idea. Since he was still wet from the water fest going on outside, all Charge did was puff up his hair. I didn’t mind it, because puffy Luxio means warm Luxio, and warm Luxio means pillow. But being a pillow wasn’t in Kaiser’s nature. Kaiser actually had a very serious nature, and responded to him becoming a pillow with a charged Discharge. Thank Arceus wasn’t that good at that attack or I would’ve been fried. What I did feel was quite painful though, and I could’ve sworn that I heard a snicker in the background.
I never thought that I could be so ultimately bored. It was well into the evening time, and the rain still tore through the sky as if it was endless. It was about as endless as boredom. The two were directly correlated. Endless rain equals endless boredom. That was what I thought until I saw a moving again. I was sure that it was real this time, because Kaiser hissed at it. It twisted and zigged around the floor as if it was trapped in the floor trying so hard to get out. The way it moved was somewhat hypnotic. I think I was seeing things now from staring to long at the shadow, but I thought I saw tall dark figures in my peripheral vision, and they seemed to be moving about in a hypnotic way, too. I don’t know whether or not it had any pattern to its movement, but it seemed like it did. It seemed like a dance. Like a shadowy ghost dance…
A sharp pain raced through my arm. I looked down and it had tiny little bite marks, and both had a tiny drop of blood oozing from them. Kaiser had bit me. This was ridiculous; my own starter Pokemon bit me. Didn’t Pokemon get put down for stuff like that? Then I realized that he hadn’t done it because he was rabid, but he had broken me out of my trance. The shadowy dancers retreated back into the darkness once I came back to. Right now, the downpour outside didn’t look so bad compared to a creepy house full of dancing shadows.
The good part about the trance that the dancing shadow had put me in was that it had taken me away from my boredom, and had taken me to a world where boredom had never existed. The bad part; once it was over, I was dumped back into reality, where fear took the place of boredom, and paranoia was its herald.
It was really dark now, and the one lamp in the room wasn’t enough to tear the fear out of the room. I went through the drawers of the worktable looking for a flashlight, but the only thing I found was a ratty journal that was dustier than the room, which was saying a lot. I half expected the journal to be unused and never opened, but no such luck. After I had opend it, I wished with all my might that I had never found it in the first place. The words written in the journal were accounts of whoever lived here’s experience. The summaries of their days were brief and spaced apart, but they still brought with them an eerie feeling.
April 19, 1942
I have finally decided that the city life is not the life for me, with all of its noise, pollution, and crime. I have decided to move into a nice cabin in the forest where peace ebbs and flows from every rock and every tree. I hope that observing Pokemon in their natural habitat will help me create the perfect pokeball.
- N.S Rosati
The name N.S. Rosati rang a bell. I remember that name from my Pokeball History class I had taken my sophomore year, but I couldn’t quite remember what that person had did. I thought that if I read more, then their identity would come clear to me. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to be the only thing that came clear to me.
Oct. 5, 1942
Watching Pokemon in the wild has helped me create better more capable pokeballs. I am currently working on a pokeball that has a much better chance at catching pokemon in the dark, then during the daytime. I feel my lack of human interaction is starting to take its toll on my brain. I believe that I am seeing dancing shadows.
- N.S. Rosati
I know one thing for sure; it wasn’t her lack of human interaction that was causing these appearances of a shadowy dancer. The ghost dancer was in fact real and wanted something with her as well. I turned around and speak of the devil, the little shadow was dancing around Kaiser trying to lure him, but the hypnotic dance didn’t seem to work on Kaiser, and actually pissed him off, resulting in Kaiser sending an electric pulse through the floorboard, and just like that the shadow was no more. My attention returned to the leathery book, and something told me not to continue reading it, but my curiosity was too great.
July 27, 1943
I have finally created a pokeball that works better in the dark. I have given it the name of Dusk Ball. I tested it out at night time on a wild Ralts and the capture was successful without me even weakening the Ralts before hand. I initially was going to let the Ralts free but we bonded fairly quickly and know I have received a means to getting the interaction that I need for-o-so long. Ever since Ralts was introduced into my life, the curious shadow hasn’t made its appearance so often. I do believe my mental health to becoming better.
- N.S. Rosati
I had in a way become addicted to N.S. Rosati’s journal entries. They were creeping me out to the max, but I was hoping that at then end of this story was what these creatures were, and how to combat them. I knew that if I keep digging my way through the entries that everything would become clear, or at least I hoped it would.
Sept. 20, 1945
My Ralts has is now fully evolved, and is now an elegant Gardevoir. I have created several new Pokeballs with the help of my Pokemon assistant, such as a pokeball that works better on Water Pokemon, a pokeball that catches heavier Pokemon more easily, and a pokeball that works on weaker Pokemon. Now that Ralts is a Gardevoir I have no longer seen any of the shadowy beings that had once plagued my mind. I attribute this to the fact that Gardevior can know communicate with me telepathically.
- N.S. Rosati
After that passage, I finally remembered who N. S. Rosati was. N. S. Rosati stood for Natalie Sophia Rosati, one of the lead pokeball studiers of Silph Co. I remember vaguely the textbook going over how she had went missing for a period of time and then came back to civilization with all of her findings. But when did she come back to civilization? She seems perfectly contempt with her life as it is. I knew the only way I would find that out was to keep reading, and that is exactly what I did.
May 14, 1947
There is always a time when good-byes are necessary. I had to learn that with my dearly beloved Gardevoir. Gardevoir like any other species cannot resist the simple urge to reproduce. Unfortunately for me the Gardevoir and Gallade family are very similar to the way humans reproduce. Gardevoir would settle down with the Gallade and raise the kids just like humans raise their kids. It was time for me to let Gardevoir go, and I did just that.
- N.S. Rosati
May 15, 1947
The shadows are back, and I have deduced that they are Pokemon. As soon as my Gardevoir was returned to the wild they returned. I believe they feared her and thought they could not get to me as long as she was there. Now that she is gone, I am fair game. I tested my theory that the shadows were indeed Pokemon by touching one of my Dusk Balls to the shadow. The shadow was sucked in and stayed in. The other shadows, upon witnessing the capture of one of their own, retreated back into the darkness. I fear what creature is held within the contents of the Dusk Ball so I don’t plan to release it. This will be the last journal I will write, because I have realized that these shadowy beings will never go away and will continue to haunt me until I leave. Tonight is the night that I return to civilization with all my findings.
- N.S. Rosati
-p.s. I leave this journal as a warning to whatever poor soul finds this cabin. Get out as soon as possible.
The last line sent shiver through my spines. Well that line coupled with whatever was breathing down my neck. I turned around to see a thick, gray figure that came up to my chest. There were about five of them in the room along with a floating gray mass that wore a skull mask over its face. The one that had been breathing down my neck slid back into formation with the others of its kind and all of them stared at me with their single red eye. I looked over to my left to see that they had silently put Kaiser into confusion. He was aimlessly swiping at the air with his paw. I was indeed scared. I had never seen any of these creatures before, and their very existence in the same room as me was putting my hair on end. I backed up forgetting there was a table behind me and ended up hitting it. A sole Dusk Ball ended up falling off the table and hit the ground.
What happened next was surprising to say the least. When the ball hit the ground the room seemed to get darker for a second, then another floating black mass appeared near me. I held in a scream, and scooted away from it slowly. Its one eye moved from socket to socket eying me then eying his former group that shared an uncanny resemblance to itelf. That’s when they attacked. They didn’t attack me but instead attacked the one that had just came from the Dusk Ball.
All I clearly remember were shadows every which way I turned. Even after the bombardment the little ghost still stood, or floated, tall. It looked at me with its single eye as if it was expecting me to command it. Wait...it was expecting me to command it. What was I supposed to do? I had never seen one of these whatcha ma call its in my life. It was time for some quick thinking. It was a Ghost-Type so it should no some good Ghost moves right. Wrong. I commanded a Shadow Ball, and it looked at me confused. It then looked towards the others and formed a ball of blue fire and blasted multiple embers towards them. Three of them got hit, and I'm guessing what ever it was hurt like crap, because the screamed or bellowed, or whatever the heck ghosts do. The retreated while the other two shot their fists towards us. We tried moving out of the way, but the ghostly hands were like heat seeking missiles, and needless to say they hurt. Really bad. But the little floating ghost wasn't giving up. This time his eye started glowing red and shot the remaining ghosts with a red ray. I recognized it as the same move that they had used on Kaiser, which meant he just attacked them with a Confuse Ray. They tripped over each other, and ungracefully melted back into the ground becoming shadows once more.
Well that was enough to make me hightail it out of there, and you bet I did, I returned Kaiser to his Pokeball, and basically knocked the door down trying to get out of there. It was still raining but now it was more of a sprinkle. I would definitely take getting wet over getting beat up by shadows. Thats not one of things on my bucket list, which now that this experience has showed me whats out there, I think I will actually make a bucket list. I was only a few feet from that cursed cabin when my savior came in front of me with its pokeball. It dropped it in front of me. He clearly thought I was his trainer. This thing was caught before I was even born. How could I be its trainer. I mean it did save my life, but I still even know what it was. My mind was going back and forth for a good minute before the decision became clear. I knew what to do.
this was more along the line of a take than a capture, but hey...i just hope it still counts. oh and people who aren't graders who wanna post-POST! Constructive criticism is always welcome.