Not many folks understand that theirs is the only world in the universe. Even fewer understand the same for their universe. Our focus is on two universes currently. One: a mixture of humans and powered creatures called pokémon by the inhabitants. The other: A world of humans and it's dimensional flip-side, filled with spectral entities collectively called ghosts. Our story starts with the world of pokémon, in a forest outside a place called Lavender Town.
The sun was setting over a lush and full canopy of the woods as many humans in the nearby town and pokémon in the woods were going to sleep for the night, save for the nocturnal few. This close to Lavender Town, there was also the nearby Pokémon Tower, a graveyard for past pokémon and present ghostly pokémon alike. One is simply known as Haunter. Most ghost pokémon delight in different sustenance: Emotion, not physical food. Although a ghost-type pokémon can thrive off normal food, a truly healthy poké-diet is only complete with emotion. Haunter is of a minority of ghost pokémon and thrives off making people and pokémon alike happy and cheerful. Sadly, due to its appearance -floating head, disconnected hands, purple gaseous body, it tends to terrify, rather than delight. It was much cuter when it was an orb, but now the purple pokémon is getting hungry. Like all ghost pokémon, it still needs emotions.
Tonight will be no exception.
Haunter wakes up a phase-out of a tree trunk it was sleeping in, eyes blurry and unfocused. Shaking its head (the whole body, really), Haunter then brought both sets of its claws to its face in a couple of energizing slaps, before crying out with a determined look on its face.
"Haunter!"
Unwittingly, it accidentally startled two caterpillar pokémon and a butterfly pokémon awake, causing them to scatter.
"Haunter..." Haunter knew tonight wouldn't be a good night. Steeling itself, Haunter floated its gaseous body, phasing through trees and branches in search of someone, or some mon, to cheer up.