The town grew darker by the minute. Well, it was always dark in Lavender town. Not only was it dark, but also barren. After some "mysterious hauntings" occured, all Pokemon trainers and other humans quickly took their leave. Some say it was the mysterious ghost of a deceased Marowak, others blame it on the haunting ghost girls. But the ghosts inhabiting the town were overjoyed. No longer did they have to worry about being caught and taken away by human trainers. One ghost was more than ecstatic to explore the town, a Haunter to be precise. He lived in the Pokemon Tower with his older brother, Gengar and his younger brother, Gastly. However, the Haunter felt more trapped than anything. Sure, living in the tower, watching T.V, and eating junk food seemed like fun. But after years of the same routine, he had enough.

"Gengar, I just want to go outside, at least for five minutes!" Yelled Haunter.
"For the last time Haunter, FORGET IT! I can't trust you leaving the tower like last time." Gengar sighed.
He just wouldn't forget that one time... After getting a visit from three kids and a Pikachu, Haunter decided to tag along and help them defeat another trainer. Unfortunately, he forgot to tell his brothers. Gengar and Gastly were too busy playing with their new "guests." After the two adults and their Meowth left, they realized Haunter was missing. Luckily for them, Haunter snuck away after defeating the trainer. And without getting caught in a Pokeball! A once in a lifetime chance for the Haunter. After returning, he was scolded by the Gengar for months, and he STILL wouldn't forget...
"I promise it won't happen again." The Haunter said.
"No and that's final!" The elder concluded sternly.
They didn't notice their brother fade through the cracked wall. Gastly watched his two brothers fight again. It's been that way since then.
"Guys, why are you yelling?" The young ghost teared up.
The older brothers looked, alarmed at the sight of Gastly. He was only a kid. A sensitive one too. Since he wasn't allowed to go outside either, he couldn't grow or evolve.
"Nothing Gas, go play on the swings."
Gengar pushed Gastly into the other room. He couldn't stand to see the youngest one cry. Gengar was very, if not, overly protective of his brothers. He's seen humans, he had interacted with them. How did he evolve? Gengar tried to forget the thoughts as he sent Haunter to his room in the attic. The middle child angrily phased through the walls and ceilings.
"Damn it.." He thought.
There he was, in his room again, for the millionth time. He stared at the small window in the side of the roof. He chose to sleep in the attic because he loved to look out that window. The walls were covered in accurate drawings of the outside world. Landscapes, beaches, mountains, etc. He longed to go off on adventures, like those rescue teams. Or at least visit his other ghost friends. Being in the tower so long drove him insane. He didn't know how much longer he could take it.
Then it hit him. What would be the most dangerous idea in his life. He was going to run away. He would never have to see his stupid brother again! He could go to those mountains and beaches! Before he could think, Haunter was already writing the note.
"Haunter?" A little voice spoke.
He quickly hid the note under stacks of incompleted drawings. He sighed in relief after seeing that it was only Gastly.
"Hey, Squirt! Wat'cha doin'?" Haunter asked with a fake cheerful tone.
"What are YOU doing?" Gastly smiled back, obviously falling for the happy attitude.
Haunter thought for a moment. What if Gastly went with him? He could raise him as another Haunter. They could have so much fun... The elder brother turned back to him.
"If you promise not to tell Gengar and pack some bags, i'll let you in on the secret." He smirked.
The child loved secrets. He dashed away to pack what he thought was necessary. Haunter swiftly finished the note and signed both names on the bottom. He stuck the note on his pillow and sighed in acceptance. He was happy to see his brother so excited. When was the last time that happened? He shrugged to himself and noticed two bags already stuffed and on the floor. He looked up to see the eager eyes of Gastly.
"Sooooo? What's the secret?" He asked excitedly.
"Well Squirt, we're going on an adventure!"

Two hours passed, and Gengar was still feeling guilty. He hated fighting with Haunter. He hated seeing Gastly so upset. He decided... maybe we can all go outside. A family picnic even. The ghost smiled to himself. Maybe that will make up for everything. Gengar stood up from the worn-down sofa with more energy than he had in a while. He quickly rushed to the attic.
"Haunter? Look i'm sorry. I didn't mean to get angry. How abo-" He stopped.
He studied the room. No one. He scanned the desk. Then the old toy box. He finally looked at he bed and spotted a piece of paper. Gengar slowly picked it up and read. He dropped it in horror, and zoomed through the small window, terrified.