Poisonous Anarchy

Back for corrupted vengeance, the two trainers floated into the room, their torn clothes from when they died being what they would forever wear. Their skin gone from a full flesh with pulsing blood down to a drained gray with serious faces. As if they too were victims of the soul stealing, but at the same time not. For they could feel and were indeed very angry. They had risen from their mortal bodies by the ghost Pokémon, but only with good intention. The ghost Pokémon collected bodies found within the area and so, and brought them back to their haven. A ritual performed, they let the body's souls free so that the Duskull evolutionary family may guide them into the afterlife, for that was how it was always done. But rather than the spirits being grateful for their services as they had always been, the hate of the trainers overwhelmed their bodies and they formed into ghost themselves, refusing to become a Yamask. Furious, they spirited away all the Yamask, disgusted by their origin and ways. So with a gray overtone they became "dictators" of the ghost population, draining the town of it's life resources as it had been done to them, but rather than killer them and letting them move on to a better place they sentenced them to live on.

Drifting over to the Killer Jell-O, still unaware of Slenderman Snivy on his backside, the female trainer grinned cruelly, striking memory into the Killer Jell-O. And as it was to be, it was the same smile as he had seen the night prior. Which was created not by the winds, but by more psychotic forces; painted across the night sky in order to foretell his fate. Using her slender finger she lifted the Killer Jell-O's hanging head, cackling at his defeat. The Killer Jell-O was not defeated, however, and was merely acting in order to plan his escape. They may be powerful, and full of anger, but that was no reason to give up! He just needed a plan..or did he?

Over in a shady corner, hiding like the rest, a small, newly born Ghastly was watching the scene play out. Innocent as the two trainers had once been, the baby Ghastly was horrified to what was happening before her eyes. Tears welling up as what often happens with sweet children, the baby Ghastly let a small sob escape her vaporous mouth. Unheard by the ghost trainers, the baby Ghastly sniffled until she thought she could handle herself again. Named after her great grandma Gengar Boo, the elder of the haunted sanctuary, she would not let this happen! No Pokémon deserved to be punished like this she thought, and she would not let it happen on her watch! So with her mind made up she foolishly floated through the other ghosts and bodies and onto the soon-to-be battlefield.

Feeling a disturbance in his "ectoplasm", if it could even be called that, the male trainer turned around to see an underage ghastly running through him multiple times per second. Slightly amused but not really, the trainer swatted her away, flinging her across the room and slamming against the metal wall. Weakly moaning, Boo couldn't float and crouched down on the floor. The other ghosts saw this with anger, for not only were they taken over by these two trainers, but now they were hurting their own kind! Rising up in rebellion, Momma Haunter went to soothe Boo and remove any other ghost Pokémon children from harms way, while Mismagius, Gengar, and Dusknoir alike made themselves visible and began to shoot their ghostly attacks towards the trespassers. Shadows and energy were thrown at the trainers, forcing them back but not into retreat.

The Killer Jell-O was now extremely frustrated, still tied up and unable to do anything. He could feel no attacks as they were all the ghost type, but still he wished he could be something else, ANYTHING else. Slenderman Snivy, on the back side of the Killer Jell-O, regained consciousness as the ghost brawl was first initiated. Unable to fend the ghost trainers off before, he was knocked out cold and tied to a plank of wood in his slumber. Taking notice of what was happening, he wondered where his Jigglypuff partner could be, and hoped dearly that he was all right. Easily using a quick razor leaf to free himself, ol' Slendy took to the place of refuge, where ghosts who weren't strong enough stayed in safety. Any other option unavailable, he was quickly welcomed into the group. Questioning among a small ghastly, who appeared weak and very much hurt, he was able to gain some answers. According to the Ghastly, Boo she said her name was, "the two meany trainers rose up during an afterlife ritual a few days ago. And then the big fat jerks started torturing a big puffy pink thing while every ghost was hiding. I tried to help but they hit me and everybody got all mad. So now we're fighting back! But mommy says it too dangerous so I have to stay back here." Slendersnivy was able to gather only a few things from this, for her voice was small and meek and the surroundings were an uprising. But what he gathered most, was that the Killer Jell-O was in trouble.

Bored out of his mind, the Killer Jell-O bounced back into reality when he saw the trainers begin to advance on him once again. Staring into his eyes, the female trainer looked into the Killer Jell-O's past, present, and future. His only giggled at his past, and laughed at the present. But when she was shown the future she gasped and scowled. But no worries she reassured herself, that future would only be true if he was on the same path as he was now, which was tied up. And still young, the female trainer made the first steps to her demise by setting the Killer Jell-O free. But to her, this would be the first step to victory, and once she was victorious, her and the other trainer would move on. The Killer Jell-O dropped to the floor and spat in her face, grinning at her shrieks and then ducking for cover as she launched at him. Unknown to the both of them, each of their respective partners was busy tangling with each other as well.

(Moments prior). Slenderman Snivy laid a healing hand on the Ghastly called Boo before setting off into the battle zone, thanking her for her helpful information. Wishing him luck Boo floated into the depths of the refuge, watching the waging war unfold. Slenderman Snivy quickly spotted the Killer Jell-O, being strangely let free by the maiden ghost. Running to him Slendersnivy was quickly stopped in his tracks as the leader ghost sent sparks flying towards him. Slenderman Snivy recognized this as the same routine he had been through earlier, but with a now one on one battle he hoped for a different outcome. Sending thick vines from his sides he twirled the ghost in a cartoon-like matter. Slenderman Snivy doubled up his attack by whirling a tornado of leaves in his direction as well. The ghost spun round and round in the tornado of which he was trapped. But his fury was contained as well, and being held up in one spot caused it to explode and send leaves flying everywhere.

The ghost dame put to a quick rest, the Killer Jell-O sought a place to take cover when he was sliced in the arm by something green. Something green and familiar. Looking to his right the Killer Jell-O saw Slenderman Snivy, fighting with all he had and then some. His relief vanished on the spot as he recalled what had happened earlier this day. Infuriated once more he let loose a scream, shaking all that was in the room. Slenderman Snivy knew what was going on, and had feared that this was going to happen. So as the Killer Jell-O screamed and sang, he scurried back into the corridor while the room's population was confused about what was going on. Grabbing his foot as he almost made it to the exit, Slenderman Snivy sent the trainer back with a headbutt and made his escape back to the beginning. The Killer Jell-O, his breath only a bit short, saw a last glimpse of green as his old friend ran from him. Angered even more that the rascal thought he could escape, the Killer Jell-O fought through the meager resistance and made his way after him.