Author's Note: OK! puffs up stubbornly like a blowfish Even if I don't
really want to write anymore – I CAN'T give up now! I always have trouble
sticking with a story until the end...so this one will be practice! I – will
– finish... Must – write – entire – story...
That scent...That scent...Where was it coming from? Eevee couldn't stand it much longer. He'd never been so hungry in his life – and now, miraculously, there was something to eat on this desolate island...
"Hey!" came a call from behind him, "Wait for me!"
He stopped to let his "escort" catch up with him.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
Eevee put his ears back. He had never seen an angry Gastly before. It was scary.
"What are you scolding me for?" he retorted, "It's not like I'm –"
"Shh!" Gastly interrupted, "I told you – stay down!"
"Yeah, then you said to follow you. What did you expect me to do?"
"Hmph. Well I didn't expect you to go running off!"
"Can you just tell me exactly what's going on here?" Eevee asked impatiently.
Gastly pulled him into a nearby bush.
"Look," she whispered, "I don't know exactly what's going on. I just have this feeling, okay?"
"What kind of feeling?" prodded Eevee stubbornly.
"Uhh...a creepy one, I guess. I'm not sure, but –"
"Creepy?" he repeated uneasily, "A creepy feeling? Then why are we sticking around? Let's get out of here!"
"You don't understand," Gastly whispered, "This is the kind of thing I'm looking for."
"Well I'm looking for home," he argued, "And something to eat. I'm starving!"
"I know, I know. I'll get you home, it's just...I'm in the middle of something."
"What?"
She sighed. He was never going to give up his questioning.
"Alright," said Gastly, "I'll tell you. Have you heard of Maiden's Peak?"
"No."
"Oh...Well, it doesn't matter. Basically I'm trying to reunite a ghost with her sweetheart. I'm trying to figure out where –"
"Wait!" Eevee squeeked, "You're looking for a ghost?! Oh no. I am not doing this!"
"She's been waiting two thousand years!" she said angrily, still keeping her voice down, "I think you can wait for just a few –"
A loud rustle in the bushes made Eevee jump.
"Eek!" he squealed, darting away as fast as he could.
"Wait!" Gastly called after him.
A Pidgey emerged from the bushes, cooing happily.
"Now look what you've done, you little pipsqueak!" Gastly snapped at the innocent Pok'emon, taking her annoyance out on it.
The Bird Pok'emon screeched in alarm, flapping wildly to escape in a flurry of feathers. Gastly groaned, exasperated, blowing a stray feather off her face. This was going to be harder than she thought. Now Eevee was nowhere in sight. Well...she'd better go find him...
Author's Note: Eevee! Nooo!! What are you doing?! Don't you know what happens when you split up in a ghost story?! nervously looks around, biting fingernails
Oh wait – this is MY story! Hang in there, little guy, you might not be doomed after all!
That scent...That scent...Where was it coming from? Eevee couldn't stand it much longer. He'd never been so hungry in his life – and now, miraculously, there was something to eat on this desolate island...
"Hey!" came a call from behind him, "Wait for me!"
He stopped to let his "escort" catch up with him.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
Eevee put his ears back. He had never seen an angry Gastly before. It was scary.
"What are you scolding me for?" he retorted, "It's not like I'm –"
"Shh!" Gastly interrupted, "I told you – stay down!"
"Yeah, then you said to follow you. What did you expect me to do?"
"Hmph. Well I didn't expect you to go running off!"
"Can you just tell me exactly what's going on here?" Eevee asked impatiently.
Gastly pulled him into a nearby bush.
"Look," she whispered, "I don't know exactly what's going on. I just have this feeling, okay?"
"What kind of feeling?" prodded Eevee stubbornly.
"Uhh...a creepy one, I guess. I'm not sure, but –"
"Creepy?" he repeated uneasily, "A creepy feeling? Then why are we sticking around? Let's get out of here!"
"You don't understand," Gastly whispered, "This is the kind of thing I'm looking for."
"Well I'm looking for home," he argued, "And something to eat. I'm starving!"
"I know, I know. I'll get you home, it's just...I'm in the middle of something."
"What?"
She sighed. He was never going to give up his questioning.
"Alright," said Gastly, "I'll tell you. Have you heard of Maiden's Peak?"
"No."
"Oh...Well, it doesn't matter. Basically I'm trying to reunite a ghost with her sweetheart. I'm trying to figure out where –"
"Wait!" Eevee squeeked, "You're looking for a ghost?! Oh no. I am not doing this!"
"She's been waiting two thousand years!" she said angrily, still keeping her voice down, "I think you can wait for just a few –"
A loud rustle in the bushes made Eevee jump.
"Eek!" he squealed, darting away as fast as he could.
"Wait!" Gastly called after him.
A Pidgey emerged from the bushes, cooing happily.
"Now look what you've done, you little pipsqueak!" Gastly snapped at the innocent Pok'emon, taking her annoyance out on it.
The Bird Pok'emon screeched in alarm, flapping wildly to escape in a flurry of feathers. Gastly groaned, exasperated, blowing a stray feather off her face. This was going to be harder than she thought. Now Eevee was nowhere in sight. Well...she'd better go find him...
Author's Note: Eevee! Nooo!! What are you doing?! Don't you know what happens when you split up in a ghost story?! nervously looks around, biting fingernails
Oh wait – this is MY story! Hang in there, little guy, you might not be doomed after all!