Author's Note: Ok, I'm back. Here's your story already!

Gastly zoomed past the brown trees, listening for any sign of another Pok'emon, calling Eevee. She didn't know what might live around here, but if the sinister appearance of the forest served her judgment right, there were bound to be plenty of fierce Pok'emon who would love a little Eevee for a snack...

Eevee didn't seem like he'd very strong in battle...But then again, she thought, I'm pretty weak myself! How did she ever expect to accomplish anything on this little mission of hers if she couldn't even defend herself? But Gastly was the only one who could help The Maiden. Not even that peculiar talking Gastly she had met could do anything, since he couldn't leave The Maiden. She was her only hope now, and she had waited so long. Gastly had to at least try...

Just then, another rustle sounded from behind a particularly eerie-looking tree, interrupting her thoughts.

"Eevee?" she called.

It wasn't Eevee.

"Hello...? Who's there?"

A Pok'emon leapt out, snarling at Gastly. It was a Houndoom – part Dark Type. Not good.

"Hmm..." said Houndoom, glaring at her, "A Gastly."

This Pok'emon was obviously used to Ghost Types – after all, these spooky woods made a perfect habitat for them. Houndoom was obviously not intimidated by Ghosts, used to their tricks, familiar with how to beat them. Definitely not good!

"You must be pretty weak," Houdoom thought aloud, seeing Gastly's nervousness.

"What do you know?" she answered angrily.

"Even if you are," Houndoom continued, baring her teeth in hostility, "You're still in my territory. And I'd suggest you get out."

Gastly glared back with an equally vicious look. Then she calmed herself. It would do no good to cause trouble. Any battle she started she'd probably lose, especially on Dark Pok'emon turf. Houdoom's pack was probably waiting in the bushes for her signal to attack the intruding Ghost Type.

"Alright, already," Gastly said, "I was just passing through..."

"Sure," Houndoom growled, "I'll believe that old story! I know what you Ghosts are up to! Always sneaking around..."

"Tell me what they're up to then! I'm not from around here – I'm just trying to find someone," Gastly replied, turning to leave, "So if you see an Eevee around here, just don't eat him, okay?"

"Eevee? I've never heard of them," said Houndoom, "I guess I can't make any promises then!"

"Have you heard of Shadow Ball?" Gastly threatened, "You'd better not touch him or you'll have me to deal with!"

"So scared," laughed Houndoom.

Gastly drifted away from her, furious. She shouldn't have told her that she didn't belong to that group of Ghost Pok'emon. Then she could have threatened that Houdoom would have all of them to deal with instead of just herself...

Another rustle in the bushes.

"What now?!" Gastly shrieked, turning around.

Again there was no answer, so she ignored it. She had to find Eevee before he got himself into trouble – or before she got into trouble herself. She couldn't afford to stop at every sound.

"Eevee!" Gastly called impatiently.

Rustle rustle. She ignored it.

"What are you doing, trying to hide from me?! EEVEEEE!"

RUSTLE RUSTLE RUSTLE, went the bushes. She refused to look at them.

"Eev -!" she started to say, but she had fainted.

Author's Note: Suspense! Hahaha! What lurks in the shadows – strong enough to knock Gastly out with one silent attack? Actually that doesn't take much strength to do. Besides, it's her own fault for being so stubborn and not looking...

Gastly: Hey!

Alright, alright, she's not that weak! Or else she wouldn't survive what's coming up next...Bwahaha!

Gastly: Oh, shut up. It's not going to be that bad.

And how would you know, little Pok'emon? You are merely a character in my story. I am the almighty Author, the Narrator. I control all! You're fate is at my command! (Once again, an evil laugh) KYAHAHAHAHA!!