An Aipom, Oddish, and Pichu were playing tag around the neighborhood. They chased each other around the sidewalk, simply enjoying life. Pichu was running from both Aipom and Oddish, who were it, obviously. They turned a corner and sprinted after Pichu. Suddenly, Pichu looked to her left and froze in place. Oddish and Aipom then accidentally tackled her. Once they got up, Aipom asked,
"Hey! Why did ya stop?"
"Look," said Pichu nervously, "It's the spooky house."
The children looked up to see a foreboding house standing on top of a hill. Its windows were broken, barely held together by the rotting wood. What used to be the porch was now stakes laying on the ground pointlessly. The gutters were falling apart and rusting beyond all repair. It was your classic haunted house, just without the idiot teenagers.
All three kids looked up at the building with awe and horror. Aipom decided to tease Pichu a bit,
"I heard that there was a ghost in there! That…uh…they died long ago, dying because they forgot to eat. Now he haunts the mansion, eating any kid that goes in there."
"Stop!" demanded Pichu. Oddish then remarked,
"Mom says that ghosts don't exist! Only ghost types!"
Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking interrupted their little debate. All three looked over at the mansion. All three slowly approached the door fueled only by their morbid curiosity. The wind began to shift and howl through the air. Their hearts pounded inside their chest. Oddish felt a bit queasy. Eventually, they reached the front door. Oddish, still determined to prove his mother right, stepped up to the molding doormat and prepared to knock on the door. Pichu said,
"Stop. There's a ghost in there!"
"But ghosts aren't real," insisted Oddish, "Aipom's just scaring you!" Upon hearing this, and realizing he was about to be called out for his bullshit story, Aipom put on a confident disguise,
"Alright, if you wanna be eaten, that's okay." Oddish just glared at Aipom before tapping his foot against the door.
As soon as he answered, they heard what sounded like something crushing a bunch of cream in their hands. Oddish looked down and saw a pool of red liquid leaking out from under the door. Fearfully, he retreated back to Aipom and Pichu, who were just as horrified by what was happening. Frozen with fright, the children could only watch as the door creaked open to reveal all-consuming darkness. Slowly, stomps from within the house became louder and loud. The wooden floor cried out under the weight of whatever was approaching them. All three kids could only watch in horror as a large, clawed, purple hand grabbed onto the door frame.
Suddenly, a horrifying face with large red eyes screamed at them as loud as they could. Its teeth were razor sharp and knife-like, perfect for ripping apart flesh. Aipom, Oddish, and Pichu all screamed in terror before running away as fast as they could. As soon as they were out of sight, the monster yelled after them,
"AND STAY OUT, YOU PRICKS!"
That 'monster' then disappeared, as did the blood on the floor. They were mere illusions. In that monster's place was a round purple, cat-like pokemon with an ear-to-ear smile. Gengar turned around and shut the door behind him.
"Kids are so fuckin' nosy. But I'm not letting them ruin my vacation," he remarked to himself as he returned to the surprisingly well-furnished living room.
This was Kage Miyasako. Known in some circles as Jester, he had come to this place for a little r&r. Of course, he had redecorated the place but kept the outside looking spooky. Gotta keep those obnoxious, ungrateful, little shits out somehow and he wasn't exactly a fan of child murder. Not only was that horrible, even for him but it was also ridiculously difficult to clean up. Gengar jumped onto the couch and ripped a beer open before turning on the TV. Apparently, the eighth-year anniversary of the Crimson Sky event was coming up. He shrugged and started changing the channel. There was some coverage of the upcoming election, a nature documentary for boring people, and some home redecoration show that had been useful when he was setting his place up but was now worthless before he finally landed on a program that showed how things were made.
The show began to show off how a spectacularly expensive car was manufactured. However, Gengar wasn't interested in that. He was focused on nitpicking the shit out of that car. The doors were poorly designed and easily broken into with a crowbar or something that could slip into the cracks. That engine was far too close to the cooling system, the whole thing would melt if they drove at 60 miles per hour for over an hour. His skills with vehicles were a valuable commodity. It was why he was entrusted to run a chop shop at 18. He knew a lot about engineering.
Eventually, Gengar grew hungry. He didn't particularly feel like pizza and no place delivered to this house. He sighed,
"Guess I'm going out," before he stood up and made his way to this nice fast food joint down the way. Gengar went towards a bookshelf and reached his arm inside it. His arm went through the wood and books and grabbed at something hidden in the insulation. Pulling out a few thousand Poken, or a few hundred dollars, he walked out of the door.
The streets were sparely lit. Little pockets of light provided the only freedom from the oppressive box, only aided by the yellow glow of the windows of the nearby houses. Most feared it. Gengar loved it. It was perfect for the kind of work he did. That was the thing about Gengar, he was a man of opposites. When others panic, he cracks a joke. When others ran away, he finished the job. When others cried, he laughed.
And when others try diplomacy, Gengar chooses something else.
"HEY, PIG!" Gengar stopped in his tracks. A small group of criminals revealed themselves from the light. Gengar thought to himself,
"Great. Tough guys." There were about three people there. One with a baseball bat, one with brass knuckles, and another with a ball of poisonous goop. Baseball guy as Gengar called him yelled out,
"Where are you going?"
"Oh, I was just on my way to night school to catch up on my go fuck yourself lessons. Today we're learning about dipshit losers like you," he hissed. Trombone, named so because of his brass knuckles stepped towards Gengar and mocked him,
"We've got a funny guy here, boss. Want me to show him his place?" Baseball Guy then laughed a bit to himself before insisting,
"Go ahead. Beat his-"
He was cut off in a heartbeat. Gengar had pointed at Baseball guy and sent a thin, dark purple beam into the guy's throat. Baseball guy grasped at his throat, feeling the coppery taste of his own blood filled his mouth as he collapsed to the floor. Trombone looked back in fright and tried to punch Gengar with those brass knuckles of his. However, the attack went through Gengar like it was nothing. Gengar remarked,
"Wow, he really deep-throated that thing, goddamn." Trombone tried again to hit Gengar, only to be met with two fists going through his chest and hitting him directly in the lungs. A horrible gasping was all that Trombone could utter as Gengar pulled his hands out before punching again. This time, he directly punched the guy in the heart. Trombone's eyes went white before he collapsed onto the floor. All that was left was the venom guy. Gengar didn't have a name for him and quite frankly, he didn't deserve one.
With a swift shadow ball, the venom guy had fallen down on the sidewalk. His head landed on the sidewalk…and on the lamp post…and the bushes…and, you know what, this is getting tiring, you get the idea. Gengar sighed before pulling out his WristOn and calling a friend of his. He needed some trash disposed of. After that, he simply kept walking.
"Very impressive," said a voice from the shadows. Gengar didn't even turn to look at him,
"Look, if you wanna die today, either get a thearipist or join the bodies," he hissed. The voice calmly remarked,
"I have no ill intentions. All I want to do is offer you a job."
"Sorry, I'm on vacation, and I'm not freelance," remarked Gengar as he began to walk away,
"I think there are a lot of people who would love to know who you are,"
Gengar froze in place. For once, he looked anxious. Turning back around, all Gengar could really say was,
"What do you want?"
"I need you to go into Normstall. I've got a job for you."
Yeah, I realize this may come off as edgy nonsense. I had planned this story to feature a darker tone than normal Pokemon media, but I also wanted to make this more than just, "WhOa, LoOk HoW aWeSoMe AnD eDgY mY cHaRaCtErS aRe. tHeReS bLoOd AnD vIoLeNcE aNd PeOpLe DiE." I wanted it to have actual depth and reason and not just be there for shock value. However, I understand if you are put off by this chapter. Just...give me a chance.
