A/N: This is just a one-off story (more like just a little segment than a story) I had inspiration to write on my break at work. Hope you guys/gals enjoy it. Please leave a review As anything helps me to become a better writer. Thank you for reading and have fun!
As you walk through the old Greco-Roman architecture you see the minor flaws made by hands perhaps a bit sharper than they should have been. You see the statues are not quite the real thing everything slightly off as if distorted by a gas. The walls seem to almost move. Paper puppets swing in a non existent breeze. As you venture further the lights begin to become sparse. The torches becoming fewer and further in between. The molded columns become lost in the darkness. You wish to turn back but you feel if you turned back the path wouldn't quite be the same. You grab a torch to bring with you as its getting almost too dark to see. Electricity arcs overhead far above on the ceiling. But there's no metal in this place you can see. It's gotten so dark that the electricity arcing is the only light. Each arc showering a momentary flash of light. You see things sparkling around you with each arc. Like gemstones cut to reflect light they flash the light back at you. The owner must have exquisite taste in art to put gemstones in the statues. Except. The gemstones are moving with you. You stop when you hear the scuttling, scraping of nails across the walls. Something with heavy breath breathes down your back. You are too frightened to move and simply stand staring at the void in front of you when you hear human words from far in front of you.
"You came" the voice says.
"Uh... of course" you reply.
"And did you bring it?" The voice replies.
"Of course!" You say more confidently. "It's really top percentage"
"I know. You keep saying that." The voice grumbles. "Do you like my humble abode?"
The thing breathing down your neck returns this time much closer. Something brushes your leg and then with a grandiose flash the electricity arcs all over the ceiling and for a split second you see a 100 gemstone eyes staring at you attached to small purple creatures. And clouds of purple gases roaming the airways above you, some in the shape of menacing ghosts with talon hands. Paper puppets float in groups led by larger dolls. Jack o' lanterns stare at you held by the purple creatures. Floating masks center their gaze upon you. You feel yourself wrought with fear. So much that you cannot even udder more than a wimper.
"So, my young shorts wearing friend. Where's your rattata now?" The voice says before you pass out on the cold marble floor.