This is a new version of MissingNo meets Erik, but a completly different story line.
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Intro
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Not too long ago did something dtrange happen in two worlds. The real world and the Pokemon world. In the pokemon world, a strange pokemon kept haunting the island of Cinnabar, mostly walking around the old gym that was there before two idiots and a Mewoth destroyed it. The rest of the time, it was at the east coast of the island, startling swimmers and trainers. The creature felt so alone, being hated by everyone. It felt like nobody could know how he felt. It soon found out that there is only one person who knew how it felt.
In the real world, in 1870 at the Opera Populaire, there was a haunting there, by the Opera Ghost as people called him. He wrote letters to the manager about his salary (no, not the salary that I eat with Ranch dressing...) and how box five was suposed to be kept empty. Soon the manager was thinking about leaving the Opera Populaire and going somewhere else far away.
The current year in Paris was 1919 and there was an auction at the Opera Populaire.
"Lot 665 ladies and gentalmen," the man that was in charge of the auction said, "A paper-machie music box in the shape of a barrel organ with a monkey in Persian robes playing the symbols..." A man in a wheel chair looked at the music box and reconized it right away. His wife had told him about the music box. He wanted to get it. The bid started at 15 francs then went up to 25. The man in the wheel chair bid 30 francs.
"Do I hear 35 francs? Anyone?" Nobody responded. "Selling at 30 francs then. Going once, going twice, sold to the Vicomte De Changey. Thank you sir."
The man looked at the box and was wrapped up in his thoughts. His thought was broken when the other man said: "Lot 666 people. A chandilier in peices. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantoms of the Opera, a mystery, never fully explained. we are told, ladies and gentelmen, that this is the very chandilier the figures in the famous disaster. Maybe we can frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little ilumination. Gentelmen." The chandilier rose as a strange wind blew through the opera house. The chandilier rose to the top and the man started up once again.
"Lot 667 now. A strange shpere that is purple and black with an "m" on the top part. We found out how to open the ball, but it contains nothing now, but, it used to." he said as he held up the open ball. A strange shadows was looking at the ball, saying to itself "How did they manage to find it after all these years?" Then the Vicomte saw the shadow and glared at it. The shadow glared back at him.
"Raoul..." it said to itself. "He better not get the ball, or he will join his wife..." The biding started at 25 francs. Raoul had a competion with the shadow to get the ball. The bid went up to 110 francs before raoul had thought he won.
"I bid 115 francs!" the shadow said. Everybody was shocked at the price that it went to. Nobody else bidded so the shadow walked up to the stage and got the strange ball. The shadow soon remembered many memories about it's and it's friends past...
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I don't know how to spell auctinoeer or whatever the guy is called. Okay?