Chapter Fourteen. The League Of Ghosts. Part One.
"So...." Nightmare remarked. "What is the point of this?"
Duskla sighed.
"This place is a haven for ghost Pokemon." She said. "If you want to go and meet like minded Pokemon, that's where you go. Also, you can come if you fancy a quick roll in the hay."
"Wow, are female ghost Pokemon always that loose in the future?" Nightmare asked.
"Mostly." Duskla said.
"Are you?" Nightmare asked. "Looser than a bottle cap in a drain?"
She Shadow Punched him, knocking him to the ground.
"I guess not." Nightmare groaned.
Who else but Nightmare?
He's the very best, Nightmare!!!!
He's a wise cracking, violent Pokemon.
Nightmare!!!!!
Who else but Nightmare!!!!!!
You never quite know what he's going to do next!!!!
Nightmare!!!!
Oh, and there's Duskla.
And Leaf.
And Apollo.
And Belia.
And Alaworth.
And Tandy.
And Dr. Krabbleberg.
But, most of all!!!!!!
Yeah, there's Nightmare!!!!!!
"Well, I was always told that it was cool to join cults." Nightmare muttered.
"I'm sorry, sir." The Froslass on the door said. "This is not a cult."
"What about that sign on the door?" Nightmare asked. "The one that says the Cult of Eternal Darkness?"
"That was from the previous group to use the building." The Froslass explained.
"But, there's a time next to it." Nightmare said. "It almost matches the time perfectly."
"THIS IS NOT A FRICKIN' CULT. THIS IS THE LEAGUE OF GHOSTS. GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL, YOU STUPID GENGAR."
"So, I said to the mayor..." A Dusknoir was saying, before the Froslass came crashing through the door, and landed in a heap at their feet.
"My bones!!!!!" Froslass exclaimed.
"You don't have bones." The Spiritomb remarked.
"That's how much it hurts." Froslass yelled, before Nightmare opened the door and made a point of stamping on the Froslass.
"Woah." A Gastly remarked. "That guy is frickin' awesome!!!!"
"Thank you." Nightmare said, as Duskla followed him inside, shaking her head.
He walked over to the Gastly.
"You know, you remind me of me when I was younger." Nightmare said, reaching into his stomach and pulling out some money. "Here, have some money."
"Gee, thanks." The Gastly said, before floating away.
"Nightmare, I'm impressed." Duskla remarked. "You gave that strange Gastly you know nothing about some money."
"I thought that was Gastlo?" Nightmare said. "You know, that singer who wants to save the planet from Pokemon who want to destroy it, by drinking beer and throwing the bottles in the river. Hold on!!!!!!"
He chased after Gastly.
"Give me that money back, you son of a Gengar!!!!!!"
Duskla rolled her eye, before looking around.
"Duskla." The Spiritomb remarked. "Do you know that Gengar?"
"Yeah, he works with me." Duskla said.
The Spiritomb had an impassive look on his face, but inside he was laughing.
Nightmare jogged in, holding the money. He was dripping wet.
"What happened to you?" Duskla asked.
"I chased that Gastly across half the City." Nightmare panted. "But, it was worth it to get my five dollars back."
Duskla faceplanted, before a pair of Sableye strode over.
"Mr. Nightmare?" They asked.
"That's me." Nightmare replied. "What can I....?"
"The leader would like to see you." The Sableye said.
"Nah, I was going to have a beer." Nightmare said.
"Come with us, or we will be forced to use deadly for...."
Nightmare spun around and Toxic Jabbed one of them.
"If the leader wants to see me, then tell him to get his arse out here." The Gas Pokemon snapped, before heading over to the bar.
Duskla reluctantly followed him.
"You do realise that if they want to talk to you, they will get you in there." She said. "You might as well get in there."
"If they want to talk to me." Nightmare said. "They know where I am."
He got to the bar, and looked at the Duskull behind it.
"Hi, I'd like a....."
"I'm sorry." The Duskull replied. "I've just been given orders not to serve you until you go to speak to the leader."
Nightmare glared at him.
"Either you serve me, or I bash your head over the bar, bring you back to life and do it again." He said.
"I'm sorry, but nothing you can do is more painful than what the leader will do to me if I serve you."
"Yeah, but the leader isn't here." Nightmare said. "And I am. So, who are you more afraid of. The Leader, or me?"
"The leader." Duskull replied. "He eats Mime Jr's for breakfast."
Nightmare suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, and a gruff voice in his ear.
"If you would like to have a quick word with the leader, we can all go in the room in the back and have a beer."
Nightmare looked around, and saw a pair of Dusknoir wearing bow ties.
"Well, you said the magic word." He said. "Lead on."
Nightmare followed the Gripper Pokemon into the room, behind the curtain at the far end of the room.
"So, what's the leader like?" Nightmare asked.
"Well, he's... Great." One of the Dusknoir replied.
"Yeah, excellent." The other said.
Nightmare looked over, and saw another bar.
"Praise Arceus, praise the sweet Giratina!!!!" He shouted, running over to the bar.
He saw a Misdreavous behind the bar.
"Hey, love!!!!" Nightmare yelled. "Give me six bottles of your finest Black Persian Beer, shaken, not spilt."
The two Dusknoir groaned, as they floated over and pulled him away.
"Hey, let me go, ya bastards!!!!!" Nightmare shouted, before looking at the bar. "Hold those beers for me!!!!!!"
The two of them deposited him in a room, which contained a Haunter, a Mismagius, a Drifblim, a Shedinja, a Banette, the two Sableye who had tried to bring him in earlier. They were flanking a Spiritomb, who was the one who had been talking to the Dusknoir earlier in the day. He had the Dusknoir floating next to him. There was also a Froslass and a Rotom.
"Welcome, Nightmare." The Spiritomb said. "We've been expecting you."
Nightmare glared at him.
"What is so important that you have to drag me away from the bar?" He asked.
The Spiritomb groaned.
"Impulsive." He said. "I suppose that I should begin to explain."
"That's right." Nightmare snapped. "You should."
Spiritomb got up, and looked around.
"Okay." He said. "My name is Spirit the third. I am the third leader of the prestigious league of ghosts."
Nightmare wasn't looking convinced.
"On the surface, we are a safe haven for ghosts." Spirit continued. "However, below the surface, we have a more secret purpose. A purpose which only the few in this room know about."
Nightmare yawned.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He said. "I thought you were going to get to the point at some time today."
Spirit sighed.
"Okay." The Spiritomb replied. "Here is why we have called you here."
To be continued.....
Author's Notes.
So, the season finale of The Stuff Of Nightmares. Or, the equivalent of.
What does the cult want with Nightmare? And more importantly, will they let him get a beer before he implodes. Or kills someone.
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