"Let me get this straight," Darius said, discreetly trying to prise Cherry off his foot. "There's an invisible pokemon running around this place?"
Liverpool nodded. "He's my bestest friend."
"What kind of pokemon is Sinner?" Darius asked.
"We don't know. He's invisible," Blep insisted. He turned to Liverpool. "But he's here."
"You mean your friend's a ghost?" Darius asked, turning to Liverpool.
"No," she said. "Sinner's not a ghost. But no-one can see him."
"Does he talk to you?"
"Sometimes, the blank one talks," Tom said, an essence of wiseness settling around him. "Sometimes, he disrupts our honourable games of Scrabble. He may choose to become sighted, but remains hidden always."
Darius nodded. "Ri-ight. So where is he now?"
Cherry looked up. "We don't knoooow! We can't seeeee him, remembuuuur?"
"Get Mardi-Gras to tell you about it," Liverpool said.
"He's telling me his life story later," Darius said. Immediatly he wished he hadn't.
"Ooh! Me too! Please!"
"Would you listen to mine?"
"One wishes to tell---"
"Before that," Darius interrupted, an idea springing into his head. "Before that, I think I'd better wait for Sinner to come... so I can introduce him."
"I'm here!" said a voice from under the bathtub. Darius bent down to look under, and saw a green thing there.
"Is that Sinner?" he asked.
Bleh started screaming. "HE'S HEEEEERE! RUUUUUUN!"
"Who knows where he might be?" Liverpool said, looking genuenly frightened.
"But I can see him..." Darius said, looking under the bath again.
"No you can't," said the green thing. "You're imagining it."
"Listen, I know what I see, and I see you, Sinner."
There was a murmuring behind him, and Darius noticed that Cherry had detached herself from his leg and was talking with them. Tom turned back to Darius. "Please, come with us."
They led him through the bedroom, where Spirit was in the middle of a very interesting story, and Mardi-Gras was listening intentively, occasionly throwing a sprout at the wall, which was splattered with green patches.
Liverpool spoke. "Darry thinks he can see Sinner."
The two pokemon exchanged nervous glances, and followed the group out of the bedroom, through the sweet wrappers and upside-down television, now showing reruns of Darius talking to the five pokemon there, and into the kicthen.
Darius glanced nervously at his watch, before remembering that he was here for a week. Something about these six- and possible seven- was a little surreal. Before he tore his gaze away from his wrist however, he noticed the stamp he had been given. It said, "BEWARE OF MUFFsmudge"
Darius tried to rub the smudge off, but it only became bigger. He became desperate. Beware of what? He had no time to think, however, as he found a muffin floating in front of him.
BEWARE OF MUsmudge! MUsmudge!
"Have a muffin," Tom said, letting it float in front of him.
"Erm, no thanks," Darius said, edging backwards as they moved towards him. His back hit a door. The door of a perfect room. He grasped the doorframe as he went through (this time there was a door attached) and gasped as the six of them moved towards him.
"Go on," Liverpool said. "It can't hurt." There was a very evil glare in her eyes as she said that.
Spirit made a move forward suddenly, and Darius, leaning back, let go of the door frame.
E/N: Oh no! Poor Darius. Surrounded by insanity... I wonder what will happen next? Please review, and you might find out! Or I might have updated already... um... Review and you get a free MUFFsmudge!
Liverpool nodded. "He's my bestest friend."
"What kind of pokemon is Sinner?" Darius asked.
"We don't know. He's invisible," Blep insisted. He turned to Liverpool. "But he's here."
"You mean your friend's a ghost?" Darius asked, turning to Liverpool.
"No," she said. "Sinner's not a ghost. But no-one can see him."
"Does he talk to you?"
"Sometimes, the blank one talks," Tom said, an essence of wiseness settling around him. "Sometimes, he disrupts our honourable games of Scrabble. He may choose to become sighted, but remains hidden always."
Darius nodded. "Ri-ight. So where is he now?"
Cherry looked up. "We don't knoooow! We can't seeeee him, remembuuuur?"
"Get Mardi-Gras to tell you about it," Liverpool said.
"He's telling me his life story later," Darius said. Immediatly he wished he hadn't.
"Ooh! Me too! Please!"
"Would you listen to mine?"
"One wishes to tell---"
"Before that," Darius interrupted, an idea springing into his head. "Before that, I think I'd better wait for Sinner to come... so I can introduce him."
"I'm here!" said a voice from under the bathtub. Darius bent down to look under, and saw a green thing there.
"Is that Sinner?" he asked.
Bleh started screaming. "HE'S HEEEEERE! RUUUUUUN!"
"Who knows where he might be?" Liverpool said, looking genuenly frightened.
"But I can see him..." Darius said, looking under the bath again.
"No you can't," said the green thing. "You're imagining it."
"Listen, I know what I see, and I see you, Sinner."
There was a murmuring behind him, and Darius noticed that Cherry had detached herself from his leg and was talking with them. Tom turned back to Darius. "Please, come with us."
They led him through the bedroom, where Spirit was in the middle of a very interesting story, and Mardi-Gras was listening intentively, occasionly throwing a sprout at the wall, which was splattered with green patches.
Liverpool spoke. "Darry thinks he can see Sinner."
The two pokemon exchanged nervous glances, and followed the group out of the bedroom, through the sweet wrappers and upside-down television, now showing reruns of Darius talking to the five pokemon there, and into the kicthen.
Darius glanced nervously at his watch, before remembering that he was here for a week. Something about these six- and possible seven- was a little surreal. Before he tore his gaze away from his wrist however, he noticed the stamp he had been given. It said, "BEWARE OF MUFFsmudge"
Darius tried to rub the smudge off, but it only became bigger. He became desperate. Beware of what? He had no time to think, however, as he found a muffin floating in front of him.
BEWARE OF MUsmudge! MUsmudge!
"Have a muffin," Tom said, letting it float in front of him.
"Erm, no thanks," Darius said, edging backwards as they moved towards him. His back hit a door. The door of a perfect room. He grasped the doorframe as he went through (this time there was a door attached) and gasped as the six of them moved towards him.
"Go on," Liverpool said. "It can't hurt." There was a very evil glare in her eyes as she said that.
Spirit made a move forward suddenly, and Darius, leaning back, let go of the door frame.
E/N: Oh no! Poor Darius. Surrounded by insanity... I wonder what will happen next? Please review, and you might find out! Or I might have updated already... um... Review and you get a free MUFFsmudge!