It was getting late at night. Tepig was driving his best friends to a location he wouldn't disclose, insisting it was a "surprise." They were in the midst of a thunderstorm, driving down a dirt—or rather mud—road. The car was soaked in rain, and the windshield was working overtime to get it to where Tepig could actually see two feet in front of him.

Oshawott was asleep in the passenger seat, having been on his phone for three hours of the drive before passing out cold. The sound of the water hitting the car hadn't even stirred him.

Meanwhile, Snivy was sitting wide awake in the backseat, tapping away at whatever little thing on his cell phone. He asked Tepig a pair of questions he'd been asking since before the drive even commenced. "For the last time, Tepig, where are we going and when are we getting there?" He sighed deeply.

"Dude, chill." Tepig soothed. "It's a surprise. I swear to Arceus, it's going to be awesome. It's totally worth the short drive."

"Short drive?!" Snivy repeated. "We've been driving for eight hours straight!" He pulled out his phone to check the time. "It's already past midnight! Are we even close yet?"

"Hold on, dude." Tepig countered. "We should be there in another hour."

Snivy groaned and threw his head back. About twenty minutes after, he finally fell asleep.

Several hours later, he was woken up by the slamming of a car door. Tepig was stepping out of the vehicle.

"Dude…" Snivy moaned sleepily. "What's going on?"

"Don't sweat it, man." He soothed. "We're here."

"Where is 'here' exactly?" Snivy questioned. "Where the heck are we?"

"Dude, don't you recognize it?" Tepig spread his arms wide and motioned to the building in front of him: an old, rundown, small junior high school.

Snivy blinked a couple of times. "…The old junior high we used to go to before moving to Pokeville?" He guessed correctly. "Why are we here?"

"I thought I'd be good to see it again, man." Tepig explained. "Now, help me wake up Oshawott."

Snivy sighed deeply and did as such. He kicked Oshawott in the gut rudely, and the water-type woke up immediately.

Oshawott sat up slowly and rubbed his stomach. "What was that for, Snivy?" He complained. "Ugh, are we here?"

Tepig nodded eagerly. "You bet, man." He stared at the school building for a moment. "I still remember this place like we went here just yesterday. I bet I can give you guys a tour, just to see the old place."

"Is it even still a school?" Oshawott demanded suspiciously. "I feel like it should've been bought out and turned into a fast food place or something by now."

"Fast food joints aren't this big, dude." Tepig pointed out.

"That's not the point." Oshawott sighed in exasperation. "Oh, well. We've driven too far and wasted too much time to just turn back and go home."

Snivy turned to him with an eyebrow raised. "Are you actually saying we should go in?"

Oshawott shrugged. "It's either that or stay outside in the rain and wait for Tepig to come out."

Snivy sighed deeply in response. "Fine, then. Let's get this over with."

And with that, the trio entered the rundown, possibly abandoned junior high.

As soon as the door shut behind them, the pitch-black made it impossible for them to even see two feet in front of them.

"Great." Snivy remarked sarcastically. "What now? We have no idea where the light switch is, or if these old lights still work."

"Dude, it's cool." Tepig assured. "Just do what I always do: feel the wall for the light switch." He then began to run his paws along the wall, with no luck. "Come on, man, it should be around here somewhere…"

Oshawott rolled his eyes—not that anyone could see, of course—and pulled a flashlight out a backpack he'd been carrying. He switched it on, illuminating a small section of the room and momentarily blinding Tepig.

Tepig chortled and faced Snivy. "See, man? It's no big deal. Now, let's start the tour, courtesy of yours truly…"

Oshawott sighed deeply. "Put that on hold for a minute, I have to go to the bathroom." He waddled over to a men's bathroom nearby, flashlight still in hand.

After exiting a stall, he put the flashlight near the sink and began to wash his hands. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror and patted his head. "Ugh, I look as bad as Tepig today…"

Suddenly, something appeared in the mirror that scared him half to death: Another reflection appeared beside him in the mirror: A Gengar, floating to the left of his reflection.

Oshawott yelped, tripped and fell to the floor, and dropped the flashlight, causing the batteries to fall out. He jammed them back inside and stood up, hastily sprinting out of the room. He returned to his best friends, trembling and pale as the ghost he'd just seen.

Snivy quickly took note of this. "Whoa, man." He began sarcastically. "Your skin is lighting up the room more than the flashlight." He snickered.

Oshawott looked Snivy directly in the eyes and shook his head. "Snivy, this isn't funny." He grabbed his and Tepig's wrists and began to drag them towards the door. "We need to get out of here… now."

"Whoa, slow down, dude." Tepig replied. "What's happened?"

Oshawott sighed deeply and stared towards the bathroom door. "…I think I just saw Gengar's Ghost." He whispered.

Tepig and Snivy glared at him for a minute… before cracking up and falling to the floor with laughter.

Oshawott scowled and folded his arms. "Oh, come on, you idiots! You were scared of that story, too, when you were in junior high!"

"Yeah." Snivy admitted. "Until a few years later, when I realized it was complete baloney!"

Tepig finally stopped laughing and wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, man… how did that story go again?"

"I think I can remember." Oshawott responded. He cleared his throat. Lightning struck in the windows behind him, helping create a mood of eeriness. "Once upon a time, a Gengar kid used to go this very school. He wasn't very popular, and was picked on constantly by bullies. One day, the bullies surprised him while he was in that bathroom." He pointed to the door from which he'd just exited. "They teased him and pushed him around, just like they did every day. But they weren't taking just his self-esteem this time; they were taking his life. It wasn't intentional, but one of the bullies pushed him into the sink and it hit him right in the head. They say the blast knocked it clean off! The bullies were panicked. They tried to hide the body; and they managed to. To this day, no one's ever found it. Their troubles were far from over, though. The ghost haunted not only the bathroom, as some versions of the story say, the whole school. Some variations of the story even added a part about a teacher being killed by it."

Like they'd done earlier, Tepig and Snivy glared at Oshawott for a minute before belting out in laughter.

Oshawott grunted in frustration. "Will you guys at least pretend to be scared at least once?"

Snivy managed a sentence between spouts of laughter. "I'm sorry, Oshawott." He chuckled. "It's just that, I'm just not buying it unless you show me some cold hard proof that this story is more than just… well, a story."

Oshawott folded his arms and exhaled deeply. "Fine, then. Don't believe me. But when the ghost kills you halfway through the tour, don't come crying to me." He turned to Tepig. "Go ahead and start your so-called tour."

"It's not too late to run to safety in the car." Snivy taunted to Oshawott. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Oshawott rolled his eyes. "I'm not leaving until you admit that Gengar's Ghost does exist… even if it means I'll get killed by it."

"How can a ghost even touch you, man?" Tepig pondered. "Like, it can't hurt you if it can't touch you."

"Whatever." Oshawott replied. "Will you just start the tour already?"

Tepig nodded. "Sure, man." He began to lead his friends towards the library, which was located down the hall. "This, dudes… is the library."

Oshawott grinned. "Ah… I have fond memories of this place."

Snivy rolled his eyes. "Of course you do, because you loved to read so much."

Oshawott glared at Snivy. "Hey, I read just as much as the next guy!"

"Oh, please." Snivy persisted. "You were just in love with the hot librarian."

Oshawott looked at Snivy with way too much seriousness in his eyes. "Dude, everyone was. We even threw a party for her when she transferred schools!"

Snivy shrugged. "True, although you had the hots for her more than anyone else did."

"Whatever, Snivy." Oshawott sighed, retiring from the argument at that point.

Snivy waddled away triumphantly and approached a door in the back of the room. He opened it and peered inside. "Speaking of that hot librarian, this was her old office.

Oshawott followed the grass-type inside and looked around the room. "It's mostly empty now…" And it was—only a small desk and a tall cabinet against the back wall remained.

Snivy opened one of the drawers in the desk and glanced inside.

"Aw, dude, don't do that!" Oshawott scolded. "It's an invasion of privacy! Not even I would do that, and you know how much of a pervert I am."

"Calm down, man, there's not even anything here." Snivy retaliates. "Except for this mirror…" He takes out said mirror, which is pink and covered in rhinestones, and stares at his reflection in it.

Oshawott rolled his eyes. "Could you go one minute without being so full of yourself?" Immediately after that query, his expression turned serious, realizing that part of the "Gengar's Ghost" story included that most of the ghost's victims were taken when looking into a mirror.

Snivy ignored his friend's comment, and leaned his head so that it was closer to the mirror. "Ugh, this thing is all smudged." He wiped the mirror gently with one of his fingers, and was shell-shocked when the now-clear mirror displayed a more undesirable image; behind him, stood—or rather, floated—none other than Gengar's Ghost. He yelped and dropped the mirror on the floor, causing it to break; glass shards slid across the wooden tiles and stopped just before his feet. Still, the essence of Gengar's Ghost could be seen in the little glass that remained in the mirror. He looked at Oshawott, mouth agape and face white.

Oshawott responded with a face that somehow said "I told you so" and "We have to escape" in one expression.

"There's no time for any 'I told you so' talk." Snivy said, dead seriousness in his voice. "We have to find Tepig and get out of here."

The two glared at one another with distress in their eyes. "Tepig!" They exclaimed, before bolting out of the room, searching for said fire-type.

"I'm sure he's fine…" Oshawott panted, still frantically scouring the library for Tepig. Finally, he and Snivy found him curled up in a corner, against a window. He turned around slowly, directly facing his best friends.

"Oh, Tepig, thank Arceus we—" Oshawott began before realizing that Tepig's eyes were a solid, dark violet—the same color as Gengar's Ghost.

Tepig spoke, and his voice sounded deep and malicious. "Revenge…" He whispered, before lunging himself at Oshawott.

Oshawott dove to his right at just the right time, and Tepig hit the ground, giving him and Snivy just enough time to run screaming out of the library and hide in the room across the hall.

After catching his breath for a minute, Snivy addressed Oshawott and yelled, panicked, "What are we supposed to do?! As annoying and unhygienic as he is, we can't just leave Tepig here for who knows how long, and we wouldn't even be able to take him home in his current state while he's… he's…"

"…Possessed." Oshawott finished, with a sigh. He turned to Snivy. "Snivy… I never thought I'd be saying this, but… we have to perform an exorcism."

Snivy's eyes widened. "Oshawott…"

"Do you have any better solutions?!" Oshawott interrupted, knowing Snivy was going to protest.

Snivy thought it over for a bit. Finally, he decided that Oshawott was right. "…Do you know how to?" He asked finally.

Oshawott nodded. "I, uh, got a bit paranoid during the whole Gengar's Ghost era back in junior high… one Internet search later, and I know how to take a ghost out of a body. I still remember, somehow… I have no idea how, but I'm not questioning the only shred of luck we've had all day." He thought for a second, before giving Snivy directions. "Snivy, I need you to trap Tepig/Gengar's Ghost while I get everything ready. Good? Great." He scurried off, leaving Snivy with the more difficult task of trapping the beast.

Snivy approached the library slowly and peered in through the door's numerous cracks, a result of its old age. Tepig was still inside the room, thrashing about, shrieking unintelligibly in a voice even more hideous than the one he'd used before.

"Just walk in there, Snivy…" He encouraged himself. "Hopefully, the ghost takes you as bait and falls into the trap…" With that, he barged in and jumped in front of the ghost. The desired affect occurred and the ghost tackled Snivy and began to repeatedly punch him in the face.

Oshawott then walked in, carrying several candles. He positioned them around the room and began to chant in what sounded like gibberish. Meanwhile, Snivy continued to take a beating for a little while longer, until, finally, the ghost was forced out of Tepig's body and the school, for that matter.

Tepig's body dropped to the floor, fast asleep.

Just to make sure he hadn't been harmed, Snivy checked his pulse and sighed in relief upon finding one. "He's perfectly fine... which is more than I can say for myself." He had bruises under his eyes and on his forehead, as well as a minor cut near his nostrils.

Oshawott sighed deeply before saying, "Now, let's leave before another catastrophe strikes…" He and Snivy lifted Tepig up and carried him out of the school, while rain continued to pour outside.

The two shoved Tepig into the backseat and sat up front, Oshawott taking the wheel.

"You know the way back?" Snivy questioned.

Oshawott shook his head, but eyed a map Tepig had left on the floor. "No, but I can read a map."

"Oshawott?" Snivy asked.

"Yeah?"

"For future reference…" Snivy asserted, "this never happened."

Oshawott nodded in agreement. "What never happened?"