What Goes Down in the PC: Of Spirits and Mansions
A WGDitPC Halloween special—but it's good any other time of year!
Written by Reevee21
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ANYTHING besides my Pokémon OCs and this idea! Heck, not even the Feraligatr's mine!
One
More Trick than Treat
"I LOVE HALLOWEEEEEEN!"
Said phrase was being shouted by Serperior (A Rayquaza this year) as she picked through her treat bag. It was a little odd, though, since she was fourteen…
"Oh, be quiet, Reevee," she waved off to the author—who was currently dressed as a fox, trick-or-treating with her characters.
"It sucks the OC characters couldn't be with us," Charizard, who was helping supervise the escapade, hummed. He was still in the Halloween spirit, dressed up as a pirate—complete with hook, eye patch, and parrot.
"They have their reasons," Quilava shrugged, decked out as Roy from Fire Emblem. "Fennekin's probably stealing candy, though."
"HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" a voice echoed from behind a house.
"…oooookay, not heading in that direction," Zoroark decided. She was a Heartless Queen, draped in a partly-shredded, star-speckled, purple gown with the Heartless emblem pinned on her chest.
"Agreed," Lucario nodded, wearing Captain N's outfit—Reevee21 even managed to dig up her family's old NES shooter for him.
"Where's Percy and the others?" Shaymin piped up, wearing a red hood with a stuffed wolf in her paws (she was Red Riding Hood this year).
"Dragging a fangirl we trick-or-treated at into her bed," Reevee21 answered simply, picking over her treats.
"…what? They didn't dress up."
"Ooooh," Treeko nodded, decorated like a zombie.
They continued down the street, circling a streetlamp and heading on to the next house. Buizel straightened his hockey mask (As the chainsaw guy from the cheerleader-massacre movie), Frogadier kept shuffling along like a ghost (He was the grim reaper, a blade stained with makeup blood in his hand), and Flygon kept bumping into things (He was a hippie, and wearing rainbow glasses at that).
"Hey, where's the ghosts? The stalkers? The other Halloween-special-type things?" Swellow chirped, wearing a skeleton hoodie that covered his face and wings.
"When have Halloween specials have stalkers?" Percy asked, finally catching up to them. Pit, Zelda, and Agumon soon joined.
"Since Rotom," Swellow stated.
Rotom was cackling a few feet behind them all, a sheet draped over him like a ghost.
"That's a real original costume, Rotom," Zelda groaned.
"You're going as yourself," Lucario deadpanned.
"…touché."
"Hey guys," Reevee21 announced, "how's THAT for a Halloween special?!"
She was jerking a thumb towards a lone, broken-down mansion on a hill. It was painted lavender with a darker shaded roof, the door closed tight and the windows fogged. Several dead rosebushes were stationed around it while an old, metal fence circled its perimeter.
"BUM bum BUM bum BUM bum BUUUUM….BUUUUUUM….BUUUUUM…BUM BUUUUM!" Zoroark narrated as they all looked up to it.
"Funny, there's no lightning," Serperior hummed. "Usually, there's lightning."
"Rotom can arrange that," Agumon perked.
"No…I think we're good…" Serperior trailed.
"Alright, we can't all go up to it, which would waste valuable candy-snatching time!" Quilava decreed. "So, who's going to go up to it?"
One drawing straws, two rock-paper-scissor matches, and a scream of "I DON'T WANNA DIEEEE!" while being dragged up to the house later…
Eventually, Zoroark and Lucario were elected to go.
And yes, Zoroark was the one who screamed "I DON'T WANNA DIEEEE!" while being dragged up to the house.
"Uuum…do we knock?" Lucario asked, seeing as there was no doorbell.
Zoroark shrugged.
The fighting-type slowly raised a paw and knocked on the door three times, lowering it and waiting for someone to answer. Zoroark, meanwhile, took the wait time to cower behind her brother.
Eventually, the door creaked open to reveal an old living room.
The huge rug atop the wooden floors was cross-stitched and originally dark blue under all the dust, centered in the middle of the room. An old loveseat sofa was on its right side, also blue. A huge, sweeping staircase lead up from the middle to the second floor in front, which in turn branched off to the left and right. An archway on the right wall lead to the kitchen while another door on the left showed an old library.
"Odd…it looks like the haunted mansion zone from Pokepark…" Lucario trailed, stepping in with his NES shooter at the ready.
"Lucario what are you doing?!" Zoroark exclaimed softly, hopping up to join him. "All the bad stuff happens in mansions like this!"
Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them, causing Zoroark to jump into Lucario's arms.
"…you see what I mean?!"
He set her down and approached the door, giving it several sharp tugs. "It's…locked!" he grunted.
"Oh great. Oh great. Oooooh this is just great. We're in a creepy mansion on Halloween night, no one knows were here, and—and I don't' even want to know what's in here!" Zoroark wailed. "We're going to die!"
"Calm down," Lucario comforted. "We'll find a way out. Perhaps there's a broken window around here…"
As the two teenagers stepped lightly into the library to find an exit, the room echoed their footsteps and hidden panic.
…
When they were gone, a shadow appeared, originating from the staircase, and stepped over to admire their footprints in the dust.
It chuckled lightly, tracing along Zoroark's claw prints. "Yes, these will do nicely…"
Five minutes later, back with the others…
"Alright, we circled around the block twice and they're still not here. Should we be worried?" Flygon asked, running into the same lamppost again.
"You need a guide," Charizard rolled his eyes, "and yes, of course we should!"
"My author sense is telling me they're fine," Reevee21 perked, putting two fingers to her temple like Professor X.
"And we're able to trust you, right?" Pit asked cautiously. A few fangirl trick-or-treaters were knocked out behind him, out of pure joy.
"No," pretty much the entire group answered.
"If it goes to ten minutes, we'll head in," Quilava decided. "For now…who wants to stop by that one lady with the cookies again?!"
Back in the mansion…
"All the windows are locked, and we can't fit through them!" Zoroark moaned. "Now what?!"
"Hmm…we break through a wall," he decided.
The two were on the second floor, in an old sitting room. Zoroark had gotten a little more used to the scenario, Lucario was still fingering his video game gun.
Just as he was charging an Aura Sphere to break through the wall, the door slammed shut and the sound of a lock closing was heard. This made him loose his focus and he turned to face it instead.
A purple mist coiled out from the gaps of the doorframe, reforming on the other side into a purple, foggy blob with two yellow eyes.
"OH MY ARCEUS!"
"Get out…get out while you can…she is coming…she is coming…!" it echoed.
Zoroark and Lucario, meanwhile, were screaming their heads off and not listening whatsoever.
Suddenly, a form broke through the wall and hissed at the two. It looked like a Feraligatr, but its normally blue skin was darkened to a near-black and its eyes were white with black outlines on the pupils—just like an Anime sketch.
It bellowed again, mouth agape with droplets of blood flinging. Then it proceeded to step towards them, dragging its feet and letting its claws scrape on the floor.
Zoroark and Lucario backed up in response, the two keeping a tight hold of each other and still screaming.
The purple fog looked on sadly before letting its bottom trail unlock the door and let four all-to-familiar villains in.
"Medusa!" Zoroark gasped at the enemy from the Kid Icarus games.
"And Devimon?! What is this, a crossover?!" Lucario growled at the Digimon dark angel.
"Is that Demise from Skyward Sword? Are you kidding me!?" Zoroark blinked when the final enemy entered the room.
"Pet, you may stop," Devimon ordered.
The Feraligatr-from-a-nightmare stopped and stepped back, as if on cue.
"What the actual HECK is going on here?! Why are you all here?! Aren't you dead?!" Zoroark barked.
"Oh, we are," Medusa waved. "And we need souls for our revival—and bodies to hunt those down! As you can see, Feraligatr here was a loyal doner…"
"We trap you in the house, we steal your spirit, and then we curse your body. That simple," Demise explained.
"You monsters," Lucario snarled. "You can't do that! This is a K+ rated fic!"
"I believe it is not, if you would look to the bar," Demise answered, pointing to the top.
Zoroark and Lucario glanced up at it with horror. "She booted it up…" Zoroark uttered.
"We're dead…" Lucario added before snuggling deeper into Zoroark's fur. "I love you, sister."
"I love you, bro…goodbye…"
And the ghost, which had been silent this whole time, was upon them like a blanket—choking their spirits out as lighter-shaded ghosts of themselves and letting their bodies drop to the floor.
Demyx: Okay, I am officially terrified.
Axel: Chicken.
Demyx: Hey, stealing souls and making half-dead-zombie-Pokémon? HOW ABOUT NO?!
Axel: Too late, she already posted it. Hey, readers and OC submitters! Want to have your Pokémon in this special?! Send in a review and Reevee21 herself will consider it!
Demyx: Are you kidding me?! She'll love to use them! Be sure to follow and/or favorite, leave a review on your thoughts, and (Into Axel's face) HUG AN EEVEE!
Axel: Get your spit out of my face. We'll see you next chapter, if Reev hasn't done anything horrifying to us.