Steven was rudely awakened yet again. There was a loud noise coming from his kitchen as if someone was making a feast. He sulked down to find a jolly electric trainer with mountains of food around him. "What do you think you're doing, Wattson?" He growled.

Wattson replied with his loud laugh. "I'm just making a late night snack, I brought the food myself."

Steven's forehead was in his palm. "Why are you in my house in the first place?"

Wattson snapped his fingers. "That's right! I'm the ghost of Christmas Past!"

"Great, another hired specter?"

"So, this is what this morning looks like. The weather is cloudy with a fifty percent chance of snow, temperatures in the lower to mid twenties. Now for current events; we're going to Petalburg!"

The scenery shifted to the warm Petalburg Gym. Laughter resounded as various Gym Leaders and others, including the Birches. "Okay, guys! I have a riddle now." Norman announced as he stood up. "I have a heart cold as a steel rod, and a wit sharp as a Forrtress. My blade cuts to your soul as I steal your home… Who am I?"

"Sounds like someone I'd hate to be around." Steven commented coldly.

"That's Steven, isn't it?" May asked.

"That's right!" Norman sounded as Steven cursed and Wattson laughed.

"How dare they make such slander against me?" Steven questioned.

"Never mind that, we have another place to go." Wattson brought him to a shoddy house on a dark street. "Seem familiar? This is Wallace's house."

Steven turned away. "I do not get into my employee's personal business."

"Too bad." Wattson forcefully dragged the steel master into the building. Inside, Flannery was roasting a small bird over her Torkoal as Wallace read a book to Wally.

"What on Earth is she cooking, a Taillow?" Steven looked over her shoulder. "And why is that kid there?"

"Well, Wallace and Flannery promised his parents to take care of him while they were away. He got into some trouble, and those medical bills add up. They've sacrificed a lot this season out of kindness, like you'd know what that was."

"How about not insulting me if you're going to lecture?"

Wattson looked up with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But I don't know why they'd even help him. I hear there's already an over-population problem. You know, survival of the fittest."

"Did Drake pay you to do this?" Steven glared. "Are you guys just playing a trick on me?"

Wattson rolled his eyes. "Yes… It's all a trick. We got Sydney to act as Lance, got Liza an Abra… How about the fact that you're seeing the future! This is more that you think." He stopped as they saw Wally drop into a coughing fit. Everyone stopped…

Steven looked at the chaotic scene. "Tell me, what will happen to him?"

Wattson stared him directly, starting to pierce his soul. "How do I know? I'm just the ghost of the present. I do however see a Gardevior without a master…" The electric trainer let out a yawn. "Well, it's too late for this old man. I need to get me some sleep before morning." They returned to Steven's home and Wattson just calmly walked out.

Steven shook his head. "I can't believe this… I thought that Metagross was on lookout…" He stumbled to his bed and found himself walking in darkness. "I thought I paid that bill."

A maniacal laughter filled the area. "I am the Ghost of Christmas yet to come. We have much to see." A spirit dressed in a Grim Reaper outfit appeared.

"Who are you? I know that I knew the other two." Steven glared.

"Very well." The form removed his hood to show Sydney. "You need to get that stick out of your arse."

"Let's just get this done with so I can get to sleep…" The Steel master growled.

"Fine, we start in Petalburg." The darkness fell as they found themselves in what seemed to be a funeral home. There was an army attending and all dressed in black.

"We're so sorry." Wallace bowed, dressed in a never-the-less elegant black suit.

Flannery bowed as well, dressed in a black shirt and jeans. "If only we could do more to help."

"So they finally learned to respect me." Steven smiled smugly. "At least I get a good funeral."

"Arrogant as ever…" The Dark master sighed. "This isn't your funeral. This is for someone much weaker. Respect isn't only gained by power."

"So, who's funeral is it?"

Liza, looking a lot older, bowed. "I'm sorry to hear about Wally's death. It's too bad that the third most powerful trainer in the world had to go in such a simple way."

Wally's mother gave a soft smile. "That's alright, dear."

"Please forgive my brother's absence, he's trying to make a deal with a monster called Mewtwo for my father's body."

"That's quite alright, I wish the best of luck to you."

"Thank you." The Psychic mistress bowed again and left.

"Wally? It's that kid that gets to die?" Steven gasped.

"Let me explain, he died because of someone blocking medical technology from Orre in fear of it compromising his power. And since I'm thinking about it, someone could have found the Psychic master before it was too late." Sydney glared.

"Do you delight in making me squirm? Is that why you're here?"

"The goal is nobler. It's just a benefit." The temp spirit cracked his neck. "We have one more thing to do." The scenery melted to a graveyard.

A shade of Sydney kneeled over a grave. "Thanks for doing this, guys."

Maxie popped out. "Well we've already dug our graves, so what's another?"

Archie appeared. "After Brendan and May left our plans in shambles…"

"So, why didn't you feed him to your Absol?"

"Sadly not." Sydney shook his head. "Absol didn't like him. Hate poisons the meat, and Absol can tell before eating."

"Well, we're done here, a shallow grave will do, right?" Archie poked.

"Sure, that'll do for him. Lord Wallace wanted more, but what can we do? Just dump him."

"Tell me, who's so horrible that even your Absol wouldn't eat him?" Steven asked as Sydney pointed at the tombstone with a flashlight. "What does it say?" The tombstone showed a grim message- Steven Stone.

"So, where's the power and glory now?" Steven shifted his eyes and kicked Steven in. "Good night! I'll see you at the Gym Leader's Party!"