By TeaFlower
Disclaimer: Anything owned by Nintendo is obviously owned by Nintendo.
Episode 37: Through the Ghost's Eyes
TeaFlower sat in her room, thinking about the Chronicles of Ackers. She was visited by her characters… in her head.
Tea… Gengar said, You've been neglecting us.
Indeed. Rai chirped, We have been almost forgotten.
We want our own episodes about us! Vines yelled.
Tea grabbed her head in frustration. "Ugh! Fine! You'll get your own episodes!"
"Who you talking to, Tea?" Ravyn, her older sister, asked.
"… no one…" Tea said, defensively. "… how long has she been here?" Tea ran to the computer and opened up her file.
((Character centered episodes are from person's point of view))
Oh no… don't tell me it's that time of year again! I ran to the calendar (almost tripping over Rai, who was sound asleep) and saw that it, in fact, was nearing the end of October. I gulped. Every honorable ghost knew that the biggest ghost party of the year (called the Haunt) was on the 31st, from midnight on the 30th to midnight on the 31st.
Since I was captured, I didn't tell Terra about the Haunt. … if you haven't noticed before… Gengars are normally about four feet in height. Yeah. If I were THAT tall, I'd be almost as tall as Terra!
But I'm not.
I'm about as tall as Rai. I'm the runt. I've always been the littlest Ghastly and the smallest Haunter. It's kinda sad, actually. I sigh.
"What's wrong?"
"EEP!" I scream, wheeling around to face Ackers. I didn't even hear him coming! It's gotta be that floating thing. … meh. "… wrong? Something's wrong? N-n-nothing's wrong!"
Ackers crossed his arms. … god, he's so cute when he does that! … wait… gotta maintain my ghostliness… "Gengar, there's something wrong. Talk to me. NOW." … he's cute even WHEN he's threatening me!
"… alright. Walk with me." I started out of the kitchen, with Ackers floating behind me. "… or float… whatever." We walked… and floated… outside. "Every October, there's this great ghost party. And… I never go."
"Why? I'd go to a great psychic party in a heartbeat!"
"Because… I'm not exactly normal-sized. I'm a lot shorter than other ghosts and… it's kinda embarrassing."
"… so?"
"So, I don't like it there! Think of… that one time Rai pulled out your diary and read it to everyone!"
Ackers growled. "… meh. … the point is that you should face up to it. You're different now." Ackers floated off, mumbling, "I'm gonna go hurt Rai some more…"
Ackers WAS right. I AM different. I can take some cruddy relatives! "I'll show them!" I said as I ran off to tell Terra.
It's eleven on October 30th. I put my favorite kind of flower, a blue and white hibiscus flower, behind my right ear. Terra gave me some food and water for the trip out to Lavender. Rai is bandaged from an attack from Ackers, who is laughing his head off. (did I mention he's the cutest guy in the world?)
"Be careful, Gengar." Terra said.
"… see ya." Rai said through some bandages. Ackers giggled at his misfortune.
"Ackers!" Terra barked, "Quit it!"
"… ah, man!" Ackers whined, slapping air and pouting.
"I'm off!" I said, leaving the house.
Well, it's 11:59. I'm in front of the tower now. Behind thousands upon thousands of other ghosts. It's tradition to wait until midnight to go in. I see Ghastlies and Haunters and Misdrevouses… and… are those… Shuppets? Bannettes, too… and Duskulls and Dusclopses. … wow. I think I see some Sableyes…
The clock strikes midnight and the crowd of ghosts cheers loudly. They rush into the tower. I'm laughing as I run in behind everyone else. I immediately see some old pals. They haven't changed a bit. They seem sad, though. Everyone is mingling, chatting… my obnoxious older brother got to the Sprite. ((don't belong to me)) … what? Ghosts get drunk on Sprite! My snooty older sister is gossiping about various things going on, none of which concern me.
No one has noticed me, the little 2-foot Gengar in the doorway. It seems kinda cool, at first, but then I realize that this is my home, my family. So, I say, in plain English, "Hi?"
Everyone freezes. They turn to me. I smile a little, very nervous. Everyone blinks. I chuckle, extremely nervous. My sister, who is a Ghastly (just 'cause she's older doesn't mean she's stronger!), floats up to me.
"… Lunalesta?" she asks. Yes, my ghost name is Lunalesta. If you FF fans are thinking of Lady Yunalesca, don't. I'm over 100,000 years old. Anyway, my sister is looking me up and down, trying to figure out if I really am her shrimpy younger sister. "… is it really you?"
"… who else could it be?" I ask, a little less nervous. Very few Pokemon that leave the tower come back as Gengars.
Everyone is silent. Then, a cheer runs through the crowd of ghosts. "Three cheers for Lunalesta!" I was proud to be celebrated. It was amazing, actually. I got large amounts of Sprite from various people (drank one glass), cheers, pats on the back, and, best of all…
The chance to go to the SEVENTH floor.
The Seventh floor of Pokemon Tower is sacred among ghosts. Few go there, because only the Elders may go. I felt honored. I was being treated like one of the Elder ghosts. I was thrilled.
If only I had known that Agatha's Gengar was here.
He's always such a stick in the mud. He didn't accept that I was being treated like an Elder. So when we got to the Seventh floor, he challenged me to a battle.
"Lunalesta!" he yelled. Everyone parted to see him. "I challenge you to a Pokemon battle right here, right now!"
"No!" a Bannete screamed.
"This is a sacred place!" a Duskull piped.
The other Gengar, named Mikage (me-kah-jay), scoffed. "So what?"
I growled. Tradition WAS important to me, but not that much. "How 'bout we take this outside, Mikage?"
Mikage nodded, smiling evilly. "Sure thing, Lunalesta." He ran downstairs. I followed him.
There we stood, glaring at each other. A Shuppet that was… oddly striped black and white… was ref. He rung the bell and I immediately used Psychic. Mikage recoiled in pain, but stood. He used Night Shade, but I nimbly rolled out of the way. I launched another Psychic at him, but it hit a strong barrier. He pulled back a punch, but I did a few Karate moves Terra had shown me. Normally, this wouldn't do anything to a ghost, but I made sure my entire body was able to strike spirit. That means I can touch spirits. And since ghosts are all spirit, no body, it can hurt. (I did it once to Ackers. He wouldn't come near me for a week because spirit touch, as it's commonly called, hurts a psychic. A lot.)
Mikage slid back from my onslaught of martial arts. I used Night Shade, but he rolled away, too. He had the punch charged up. His fist was glowing with a dark purple color. And… Mikage punched me in the stomach. I flew back, passing through a house. I hit a wall. My back was killing me. Whatever that was, I was ticked about it. So I launched every attack I knew. At once. Hypnosis. Night Shade. Psychic. Shadow Ball. The works. Nothing seemed to work. Until…
I thought of a brilliant idea. I put a fully charged Shadow Ball on my right fist and punched Mikage. He flew far over Pokemon Tower, all the way to Hoenn in the East.
I had won.
We celebrated for a day (I actually got drunk on some Sprite) and, once the Haunt was over, I went home.
Waiting for me was Ackers and Rai. Ackers was holding some snicker-doodles and Rai had some pancake mix which… he… devoured… ANYWAY! I took one of Ackers' snicker-doodles (did I mention he makes the best snicker-doodles in the vastness of Kanto?) and headed upstairs to chill 'cause I had a hangover from all that Sprite.
Alrighty, then! We've got more stories to come!