Cobblestone Treasure

Pokémon prowling through the night, the Killer Jell-O and Slenderman Snivy made their way through the sleeping town. Humming as he went the Jigglypuff strutted along the dead center of the path, a small skip in his step as the glory days returned to his grasp. The Slendersnivy, however, walked firmly and without emotion, no shame to hide but nothing to be proud of either. He was full for the night, such as the moon, and continued forward as his walking cane made small pitter patter noises on the cobblestone. Hat secured, he directed his head from the ground to the Killer Jell-O, watching him bounce on his merry way. It made him wish that he could be happy; to be able to feel emotion such as all the other Pokémon could, but alas, any attempt would be futile. And so, without so much as a "face" to furrow in frustration, he turned back to the ground and studied all of its nooks and crannies, hiding untold secrets no one could ever understand. Calling him forth from a few paces ahead, Slender Snivy sped up to unite with his accomplice, leaving his earlier thoughts behind.

The village of which they were wandering about was small but full, the type of place that makes one wonder what they're hiding, and go only dangerous adventures to find out. There were no large buildings, all houses were cots, and seemed to only fit the elderly. The only building that was considerably sturdy were the government-owned Pokémon centers, housing sick Pokémon and homeless trainers. It's red roof was obvious, and contrasted the brown of the other structures. It was almost a pity how easily the people were reaped of life. It was a pity that they would've died a later anyway, no life within resident faces; only the pale tone of misery and a full life poorly lived. There were no cars, no means of transportation, no escape for the humans. It was eery the way the ghost town sat, entered from a forest or cave and surrounded by mountains other wise. There was only one trail that made a safe exit out-of-town, but was heavily guarded, and anyone who dared to pass would be attacked instantly by the police Growlithe without mercy. The windows of small shops hadn't been cleaned, and were murky with filth. There was something strange indeed, but that was to no worry for the Killer Jell-O, what was he to care about some ghost town anyway? None was the answer. The dark alleyways full of trash and starving Meowth were of no worry to him; to him they were only victims, and they couldn't defeat him then they didn't deserve to live anyway.

That thought streamed about his consciousness for a moment. There was no doubt that the fact was absolutely true, but what of that weird Pokémon he had battled earlier? He had evolved and become good enough to take him downhad been killed, but in the end he had died anyway..or had he? It dawned on the Killer Jell-O that it was put safely back into its poke ball, and hadn't suffered like the others. So may he rest in peace in his poke ball!? He wasn't dead but trapped, and for the Killer Jell-O that was good enough. He had indeed obeyed his policy, and let loose a small chuckle as he knew the Ludicolo would be forever trapped anyway, given forever to weep and wish that he perished like the rest.

The place was a ghost land, not abandoned but it gave off that eery feeling that makes you shiver feverishly. The two Pokémon walked in through the automatic doors of the Pokémon center, the cool air conditioning blowing them back a bit as they wandered in. Looting items laying about the floor the Killer Jell-O felt fully refreshed, not needing to share with his partner. Their in-depth exploration not near done, it became question about how this town was a repellant before. Where as now it only lured them in further into its grasp. It was not so full of trainers as was expected, no snotty children running around with their new pokemon, having them feel pain for the fun of it. Not at all, instead it was barren, filled with the old and ugly, as if their job here wasn't necessary. They would all die anyway, what was the point? Back on the main path, as there were no roads present, a slight wind began to form, and bird Pokémon could be seen flying wherever it wasn't. The harsh breeze gradually became a visible whirlwind, flowing through the bends on the town and cracks of the stone. Shaping itself their squinted eyes could see nothing but a horrid smile, laughing in their faces and then fading away. It said nothing, but traces of its presence were present. Turning to each other in disbelief, Slenderman Snivy continued on his way while the Killer Jell-O pondered what had happened, his thoughts starting to become a problem. Hurrying along as he realized his comrade was leaving him behind for once and scurried to get behind him.

Soon forgetting their fateful encounter with the wind that wasn't wind at all, they tried to find shelter from the sun as the sun rose. The cobblestone sparkling in the sunlight, the loud thumps of young human feet and crackling canes marched across the perfectly rounded rocks. Obscuring themselves behind that of trash cans and that which nobody wants to be near, they looked from the feet and legs at their eye level to the faces and necks above. There were young bodies but old souls, filled with grief and misery from tragic losses. Seemingly to any eye, the losses were of life of others, none would suspect that the loss would be of their own life, left to live as walking shells of their former selves. They spoke with dry voices that sounded as if they hadn't been used in years. Listening to the Killer Jell-O's song would've been more pleasant. They spoke of things that seemed almost per-programmed, discussing such as the weather and recent news from newspapers published years ago. Watching the residents of the village the twosome came out from the shadows, sensing that it was safe to come out in the open, so that they may find a better place to rest for the day. When the people's eyes laid upon the two Pokémon, they scrambled in fear, huddling together as they scurried to find where they could be safe.

Easily walking through the paths made out, the Killer Jell-O and Slenderman Snivy strolled through the small town hurriedly, making ruckus everywhere they went. They didn't understand why the townsfolk feared them so, nobody had before, not until it was too late that is. The attention brought upon them was troubling but harmless, and the sun was beginning to hurt Slendersnivy. Making way to a group of shrubs that would conceal them for the day, the two Pokémon laid down to rest.