OK, shorter chapter this time. But you might be able to start to form an
idea about what's going on. As for me, I've finalised some things about it
in my mind.
Haunts, Chapter 2, The darkness of noon.
One day, Haunts seemed more aggravated than usual. It was midday, and it was in a field. Dave became worried, as any responsible trainer would. "Haunts, what's wrong?" Dave asked, running towards the ghost-type pokemon. There was no reply. Haunts was moving round erratically. "Haunts! What's wrong?!?" Dave asked, yelling this time. Still, no reply. Still, the erratic behaviour. "Haunts! Haunts! HAUNTS!" Dave continued to yell, but to no avail. Haunts was trapped in a world of his own.
He stirred slightly in his sleep. She slept peacefully. They slept.
The boy got excited by the TV show and started bouncing around more. The girl started getting anxious and worried.
Abby was a fairly normal Abra. She enjoyed the outdoors, and was playful. She also only knew teleport, but Jane didn't mind. Jane didn't train Abby for fighting. She trained Abby in the arts of dance, music and painting. Abby enjoyed this. Especially dance. Abby wasn't the most graceful of dancers by human standards, but she enjoyed dancing, and that's all Jane wanted. Abby also enjoyed painting and music, but not as much as dancing. When Abby was dancing, to Abby, it was like the very earth itself was calm.
Dark. It was dark. Haunts could only see dark. He was scared. Nothing but dark. Nothing but pitch blackness. No light. Dark. More dark. Even more dark. Yes some more dark here. Haunts started to panic. "Where'd the light go? Where'd Dave go? Where'd I go?" Haunts kept thinking. Dark. It was Dark. Haunts could only see dark. He was scared. Nothing but dark. Nothing but pitch blackness. No light. Dark. More dark. Even more dark. Yes some more dark here. Haunts started to panic. "Where'd the light go? Where'd Dave go? Where'd I go?" Haunts kept thinking. Dark. It was Dark.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The girl screamed at the TV. The boy was enjoying the show.
He was suffering as he slept. She was not. They were dreaming. He dreamt he was a thorn bush. She dreamt she was a Snorlax. They dreamt a Snorlax was eating a thorn bush. He dreamt of pain. She dreamt of pleasure. They dreamt of eating. He was being lifted. She was lifting. They were dreaming of a waking Snorlax and its favourite food. He was going inside of her. She was taking him inside of her. They were coming closer together, and farther apart. He knew he was suffering. She knew she was having pleasure. They knew this was more than a dream. The dream changed.
Haunts, Chapter 2, The darkness of noon.
One day, Haunts seemed more aggravated than usual. It was midday, and it was in a field. Dave became worried, as any responsible trainer would. "Haunts, what's wrong?" Dave asked, running towards the ghost-type pokemon. There was no reply. Haunts was moving round erratically. "Haunts! What's wrong?!?" Dave asked, yelling this time. Still, no reply. Still, the erratic behaviour. "Haunts! Haunts! HAUNTS!" Dave continued to yell, but to no avail. Haunts was trapped in a world of his own.
He stirred slightly in his sleep. She slept peacefully. They slept.
The boy got excited by the TV show and started bouncing around more. The girl started getting anxious and worried.
Abby was a fairly normal Abra. She enjoyed the outdoors, and was playful. She also only knew teleport, but Jane didn't mind. Jane didn't train Abby for fighting. She trained Abby in the arts of dance, music and painting. Abby enjoyed this. Especially dance. Abby wasn't the most graceful of dancers by human standards, but she enjoyed dancing, and that's all Jane wanted. Abby also enjoyed painting and music, but not as much as dancing. When Abby was dancing, to Abby, it was like the very earth itself was calm.
Dark. It was dark. Haunts could only see dark. He was scared. Nothing but dark. Nothing but pitch blackness. No light. Dark. More dark. Even more dark. Yes some more dark here. Haunts started to panic. "Where'd the light go? Where'd Dave go? Where'd I go?" Haunts kept thinking. Dark. It was Dark. Haunts could only see dark. He was scared. Nothing but dark. Nothing but pitch blackness. No light. Dark. More dark. Even more dark. Yes some more dark here. Haunts started to panic. "Where'd the light go? Where'd Dave go? Where'd I go?" Haunts kept thinking. Dark. It was Dark.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The girl screamed at the TV. The boy was enjoying the show.
He was suffering as he slept. She was not. They were dreaming. He dreamt he was a thorn bush. She dreamt she was a Snorlax. They dreamt a Snorlax was eating a thorn bush. He dreamt of pain. She dreamt of pleasure. They dreamt of eating. He was being lifted. She was lifting. They were dreaming of a waking Snorlax and its favourite food. He was going inside of her. She was taking him inside of her. They were coming closer together, and farther apart. He knew he was suffering. She knew she was having pleasure. They knew this was more than a dream. The dream changed.
