A/N: To avoid confusion this chapter is "going back in time", back to the day where the Killer Jell-O woke up to find everything missing.

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Ghostly Havens

Using his tail to block the rays that peeped in through their hiding place, Slenderman Snivy looked around the cavern the bushes made. It was almost too canny the way it was a perfect entrance. Strike that, it was too canny. Now filled with alarm, Slenderman Snivy looked at the Killer Jell-O, who he found to be fast asleep, his knife and microphone at his side, moving slightly from his slow breathing. Letting the Jigglypuff's carefree sleep act as a reassurance, Slenderman Snivy let his leafy tail back to the ground and stood up. He began to wonder about the strange wind from before. He hoped it wouldn't become a reoccurring theme, anything having to do with flight and wind was a danger to grass types. But of course one could not forget the face that the wind made. Not even flying type Pokémon had that sort of control to the airs of which they flew. Deciding that he wasn't as tired as he thought he was, he grabbed his walking cane and left the Killer Jell-O to rest.

The day seemed to have passed almost too quickly, and judging from the deep sleep of the Killer Jell-O he would be asleep for all the night as well. The sun was setting and people were returning to their homes, no longer to be frantic at the sight of a Pokémon. And with that set, Slendersnivy was able the prowl the night with ease, undisturbed by fearful auras. Unlike the night before, walking side-by-side with the Killer Jell-O, Slenderman Snivy was free to do his own thing, and rather than playing it "safe", he sneaked into the houses of the townsfolk, and refreshed himself by taking the souls of those who were light sleepers or even stayed up late. Or at least he would've. But their souls were already gone, leaving them to be empty shells of their former selves.

This greatly disturbed Slenderman Snivy, and angered him a tad too. Who dared to take souls before him?! That was his job, and his feeding! But unlike with the Pokémon of the forest, they lived on. They continued their daily lives without feeling, unable to touch emotion as they had before. Instead they were like robots. And that was only a small clue to the mystery. How they stole the souls from the body would be another, but to find that out would mean confronting the one who took them, and in itself was no small task. And so Slendersnivy disregarded the thought and went on to the next place. Entering every single home only to find that most of the population was without souls. In a sense, they were the walking dead. Even old toys and dolls seemed to have dead eyes. But to a reasonable Pokémon like Slendersnivy, that could be nothing but an illusion, or could it? He hadn't heard much folklore about ghosts before, but they quickly became a very real possibility.

The time dials reaching six o' clock a.m., the Slenderman Snivy slowly brought himself back to where his partner was likely still asleep, unable to stay supernaturally awake as he. But as he reached the end of the cobblestone, something shone for a moment in the first glimpse of the sun. In too much of a hurry to notice it before, Slenderman Snivy picked up the shining band. Lowering his range of sight to what it held he saw a strange piece of paper with weird markings, a repelling sensation coming over him as he held it in his grasp. The urge to get away from it was so strong that he backed away after a moment, but from holding it he felt he knew what the strange tag was. But whoever had owned the strange tag didn't own it now, so grasping the shiny band Slenderman Snivy quickly hid it from view, before resisting the repelling made him sick.

Orange and bright, the sun was slowly making its way over the horizon, marking the passage of time. Slenderman Snivy broke through the branches of their hiding place to find the Killer Jell-O tossing and turning in his sleep. Any normal viewer would have seen this as any normal nightmare, brought upon by a dream gone bad. But Slendersnivy was a night creature and knew better than that. To him it was obvious, and anyone who didn't realize it would be seen as an utter fool from his standing. The Killer Jell-O was under a "nightmare" attack. Looking around frantically for the source, none could be seen but the attack was sure. Grabbing quickly on the Killer Jell-O's knife, he threw it up in the air as to penetrate the attacker. Or in this case attackers. A disruption in the air current was made, and the knife revealed the presence of several Haunter and Ghastly, led by their leader Gengar, as it was common that the highest in an evolutionary family would lead a gang of its previous evolutions. The knife went right through their gaseous exterior, and came back down with a thud, breaking through the floor; creating a small hole.

Despite the ruckus being made it was the quiet sort, not enough to awake the Killer Jell-O but enough to influence his nightmares, still being forced upon him by Gengar's minions. As the Killer Jell-O toss in turned in eternal nightmares Slenderman Snivy shot out vines from his body, whipping back any trespassers. But in truth, they were the trespassers, sleeping on ghost territory and paying dearly for it. But that was unknown to Slendersnivy and so he fought, sending the ghosts backwards in a flurry of leaves. And pulling in Gengar with his vines, he prepared to take his soul for his own as done with so many other Pokémon. But as he tried he realized he couldn't, ghost Pokémon may be a type of Pokémon, but being ghosts meant they weren't alive, and so it couldn't be done. Angered by his attempts, the ghost gang surrounded Slenderman Snivy and took him for their own. Slenderman Snivy, unable to break free, reached for the Killer Jell-O to wake him up. But alas, he was only able to reach his dear microphone, bringing it down with him.

The battle lost, Slendersnivy let the ghosts carry him forward through the tiled floors and walls of their home sweet home. It was torn apart and abandoned as far as the eye could tell. Every once in a while on his journey to the center a ghost would pass by with its cruel smile and acknowledge with glee that another had been taken in. Upon reaching the final room Slendersnivy noticed many things, none of which would surprise him. From what he had heard of ghosts, this sort of interior decorating was to be expected. They promptly set him in the center of the room, and allowed the other residents to laugh at Slenderman Snivy, as if he were not good enough. The laughter swirling through his head Slenderman Snivy broke free in a rage, sending vines and storms at anything that moved. His battle yells echoed through the halls of the old Rocket hideaway, and called forth the biggest threat of all.

The newly born, or newly died as one could say, whisked through the halls seeking the Snivy that had taken them so. Silently entering, Slenderman Snivy wasn't aware of their physical presence and continued to rampage, but at nothing. The ghost Pokémon hid away in fear at its entrance, vanishing into thin air and hiding behind piles of bodies. But not the pile in the middle. They knew that they would too be destroyed if they were to near the bodies that they had taken in to their collection only a few days prior. But when the bodies were laid their spirits came loose and took over, seeking vengeance on those who had killed them in a restless anger. And noticing that everything was quiet, he turned around in horror to face the consequences of taking his eyes off the body.