After all this, Darius Fied had been expecting a text-book horror movie. Prehaps the occupants were playing poker with blooded kinves bradished...
He was more than a little surprised, then, when he opened the door to find a kitchen in front of him. A list of paper was pinned to the wall. "Gone Fishing".
Confused, Darius pushed open a door to his right. The notice said, "The perfect room". He almost took a step into it, but realised just in time that there was no floor. Just a void of nothingness stratching down for miles. A lot of basement floors indeed, he thought. The rest of the room- the walls and ceiling- were painted bright colours, and a door stood at the other end. With no way to get to it, Darius closed the perfect room's door and stepped back into the kitchen.
He opened the other door out of a kitchen. It led into a living room with an upside-down television standing in one corner, and a pot plant with bows tied all over it in another. The rest of the room was filled with sweet wrappers. A black thing sat in front of the TV, watching an upside-down programme that appeared to involve various pokemon fishing in a bathtub.
"Darry!" said the Thing, and it bounded up to him. Darius was only a little startled as the Thing revealed to be a houndoom, which had- he shook his foot violently- attached itself to his leg. Luckily by hugging.
"How'd you know my name?"
"I know everything!" the houndoom said. "I'm Cherry, the huggable houndoom! And I loooove EVERYTHING! Especially hugs."
"I noticed," Darius mumbled, wading through sweet wrappers to another door, Cherry still clamperled onto his foot.
With some difficulty, he reached the door. It led into a bedroom, in which sat two more pokemon. "Good lord," he murmured.
A treeko and a lugia were bouncing on the beds. The treeko was throwing what appeared to be Brussles sprouts at the lugia, who was blasting attacks at them, and often the wall.
"Darrryyyy's heeeeeeeeere!" Cherry squealed, starting to cut of Darius's circulation.
In answer the treeko threw a sprout at her. She laughed. "I loooove sprouts!"
"Hello!" The lugia said brightly, bounding up higher. "I'm Spirit, and this is Mardi-Gras!"
"Pancakes!" Mardi-Gras said, throwing another sprout at Spirit. She burnt it up in an Aeroblast, as well as half the wall. To Darius's surprise, the hole opened into a stretch of grass instead of sky, which is what you'd expect on the third floor.
"I have SSCC!" Mardi-Gras said, throwing another sprout. He seemed positively happy about it. "Severe Sprout Catapaulting Condition!"
"Yeah? Well I'VE got a name!" Spirit said happily. "You want to hear my life story?"
"YEAH!" Mardi-Gras said, still bouncing. "Then I'll tell you mine!"
"Maybe later, OK guys? I'd love to hear them, but I've got to meet everyone else..." He looked around, unable to hide hopefulness in his voice. "Unless you're the only ones?"
"No, There are MILLIONS moooore!" Cherry said. "I'll show you!"
Sighing, Darius let himself be dragged through another door. This led into the bathroom. In here was the bathtub from the television, complete with pokemon fishing.
"Ooh! Ooh! I saw you on TV? Can I get your autograph?" Cherry yelled, leaping of Darius's foot long enough for it to stop swelling.
"Later," an espeon said quietly. "We are concentrating."
Darius turned to watch a raichu and umbreon fumbling with a fishing rod. "I got one!" the raichu shouted, hauling out a rubber duck.
"Ducky?" the umbreon said, unhappily. "Why're you so sad?"
"It's HIM!" the raichu said, turning to Darius. He bounded off the bath and started bowing at his feet. "I praise you, oh great One."
"Thanks," Darius said, confused. "And you are?"
"Honoured," the raichu said.
"That's your name?" Darius said.
"No, my name's Blep. But I'm very honoured."
"I'm Liverpool," the umbreon said, cradling the rubber duck. "Somebody was mean to Ducky."
"That is Wise Tom," Blep said, pointing to the espeon. "He knows EVERYTHING."
"He told us about you," Cherry said, leeching herself back onto Darius's foot.
"Actually, his real name's Tomanculastic Gregoriano III. But that's a bit long," Blep pointed out.
"So... Cherry, Mardi-Gras, Spirit, Blep, Liverpool and Tom..." Darius counted on his fingers. "Is that everyone?"
"Maybe," Tom said. "But things are not always as they seem."
"He means that there's Sinner," Liverpool said.
"And what's Sinner?" Darius asked.
"Invisible."
E/N: You have got to say Tom's name out loud before you may proceed. Tomanculastic Gregoriano III= Tom-ann-cue-lass-tick Greg-or-ee-ann-no the Third. I put a lot of thought into that name. Get it right. Please. Anyway, hoped you liked. More coming soon! Please review.
He was more than a little surprised, then, when he opened the door to find a kitchen in front of him. A list of paper was pinned to the wall. "Gone Fishing".
Confused, Darius pushed open a door to his right. The notice said, "The perfect room". He almost took a step into it, but realised just in time that there was no floor. Just a void of nothingness stratching down for miles. A lot of basement floors indeed, he thought. The rest of the room- the walls and ceiling- were painted bright colours, and a door stood at the other end. With no way to get to it, Darius closed the perfect room's door and stepped back into the kitchen.
He opened the other door out of a kitchen. It led into a living room with an upside-down television standing in one corner, and a pot plant with bows tied all over it in another. The rest of the room was filled with sweet wrappers. A black thing sat in front of the TV, watching an upside-down programme that appeared to involve various pokemon fishing in a bathtub.
"Darry!" said the Thing, and it bounded up to him. Darius was only a little startled as the Thing revealed to be a houndoom, which had- he shook his foot violently- attached itself to his leg. Luckily by hugging.
"How'd you know my name?"
"I know everything!" the houndoom said. "I'm Cherry, the huggable houndoom! And I loooove EVERYTHING! Especially hugs."
"I noticed," Darius mumbled, wading through sweet wrappers to another door, Cherry still clamperled onto his foot.
With some difficulty, he reached the door. It led into a bedroom, in which sat two more pokemon. "Good lord," he murmured.
A treeko and a lugia were bouncing on the beds. The treeko was throwing what appeared to be Brussles sprouts at the lugia, who was blasting attacks at them, and often the wall.
"Darrryyyy's heeeeeeeeere!" Cherry squealed, starting to cut of Darius's circulation.
In answer the treeko threw a sprout at her. She laughed. "I loooove sprouts!"
"Hello!" The lugia said brightly, bounding up higher. "I'm Spirit, and this is Mardi-Gras!"
"Pancakes!" Mardi-Gras said, throwing another sprout at Spirit. She burnt it up in an Aeroblast, as well as half the wall. To Darius's surprise, the hole opened into a stretch of grass instead of sky, which is what you'd expect on the third floor.
"I have SSCC!" Mardi-Gras said, throwing another sprout. He seemed positively happy about it. "Severe Sprout Catapaulting Condition!"
"Yeah? Well I'VE got a name!" Spirit said happily. "You want to hear my life story?"
"YEAH!" Mardi-Gras said, still bouncing. "Then I'll tell you mine!"
"Maybe later, OK guys? I'd love to hear them, but I've got to meet everyone else..." He looked around, unable to hide hopefulness in his voice. "Unless you're the only ones?"
"No, There are MILLIONS moooore!" Cherry said. "I'll show you!"
Sighing, Darius let himself be dragged through another door. This led into the bathroom. In here was the bathtub from the television, complete with pokemon fishing.
"Ooh! Ooh! I saw you on TV? Can I get your autograph?" Cherry yelled, leaping of Darius's foot long enough for it to stop swelling.
"Later," an espeon said quietly. "We are concentrating."
Darius turned to watch a raichu and umbreon fumbling with a fishing rod. "I got one!" the raichu shouted, hauling out a rubber duck.
"Ducky?" the umbreon said, unhappily. "Why're you so sad?"
"It's HIM!" the raichu said, turning to Darius. He bounded off the bath and started bowing at his feet. "I praise you, oh great One."
"Thanks," Darius said, confused. "And you are?"
"Honoured," the raichu said.
"That's your name?" Darius said.
"No, my name's Blep. But I'm very honoured."
"I'm Liverpool," the umbreon said, cradling the rubber duck. "Somebody was mean to Ducky."
"That is Wise Tom," Blep said, pointing to the espeon. "He knows EVERYTHING."
"He told us about you," Cherry said, leeching herself back onto Darius's foot.
"Actually, his real name's Tomanculastic Gregoriano III. But that's a bit long," Blep pointed out.
"So... Cherry, Mardi-Gras, Spirit, Blep, Liverpool and Tom..." Darius counted on his fingers. "Is that everyone?"
"Maybe," Tom said. "But things are not always as they seem."
"He means that there's Sinner," Liverpool said.
"And what's Sinner?" Darius asked.
"Invisible."
E/N: You have got to say Tom's name out loud before you may proceed. Tomanculastic Gregoriano III= Tom-ann-cue-lass-tick Greg-or-ee-ann-no the Third. I put a lot of thought into that name. Get it right. Please. Anyway, hoped you liked. More coming soon! Please review.