"Hello," Gengar called out into the campground, his eyes wandering as he trekked inside, "hellllllllo! I-It's me! Gengar! I…I won!"
No response. In fact, his surroundings had become eerily silent. Out in the woods, he had gotten used to the sounds of crackling leaves and the patter of rain…Well, as used to it as he physically could get at least. But here…Nothing. No sound. No…Signs of life even. It was practically a ghost town.
And the more he looked at it…He began to realize it was a ghost town. The cabins, though similar, were just different enough, lacking the flags of the teams or even the balconies in front of the doors. The main lodge was larger in width, and its windows were…Blocked, wooden boards plastered over them. The door had faded, though present yellow tape across it.
The tape read, "CRIME SCENE".
"...W-Where am I? This isn't camp…N-Not my camp!" Gengar shook his head in a panic, turning back toward the woods. "M-Maybe I should head back out and keep looking-"
Lightning suddenly struck a tree nearby, causing the ghost-type to scream. He turned back to the wooden buildings with a forced smile. "Youknowwhatonsecondthought, I think here is fine!"
The wooden door to one of the cabins opened with a creak, thunder booming in the distance as Gengar walked inside. It was dark inside, so holding a finger up to his mouth, Gengar blew onto it, and in an instant, a puft of fire erupted onto it; a faint Will-O-Wisp, so small it didn't even sting, though certainly allowed a glimmer of light into the room.
The cabin was a mess; cobwebs hung in the corners of the room, and the beds had long succumbed to age, bits and pieces crumbled across the floor. The mattresses were missing.
As he walked inside, something else caught his eye; hanging up on the wall was a picture. Holding the Will-O-Wisp up to it, he could make out what looked to be…Twenty or so kids, all of varying species and ages, standing like a class photo. To their left was a Sceptile, clipboard under his arm and whistle in hand; to their right was a Scizor, a glare on their face. Just below the photo was something engraved into the bottom.
"Welcome to Camp Crystal; EST. 1980."
Gengar found his gaze returning to something else in the photo…One of the kids. Only…He was separated from the others, floating beside Scizor. They were small, and grey, and a ghost just like him.
They were a Duskull.