In the dark
The Killer Jell-O and Slenderman Snivy left the city without hesitation. Ambulances and fire trucks crowded the forlorn streets, sirens ringing loudly in alert ears. Reporters from well-known TV news action teams came onto the scene, investigating the mysterious murders of many that night. No one in the theatre was onus alive, except for three Whismur tied harshly to a pole. Tears trained their eyes as they cried out for freedom, yet unable to speak of who committed the atrocity. And so the Killer Jell-O and Slenderman Snivy retreated into the night, eagerly welcomed by the darkness. Little did they know, many more forces were at hand than they could anticipate.
It had been two days since Boo had come back into her home. Yet, the steel walls still shook with enjoyment, and every now and then a head would poke through, urging her to join the fiesta. Boo decided she should go and enjoy the party, it WAS on account of her. Boo floated through the wall, welcoming the barren chills that came with it. She couldn't help feeling hungrier every time she did. Her eyes wandered around the familiar room, though the atmosphere was not the same. She ignored the feeling of longing as she watched all the other ghost children play games. Her friend, Shuppet, was even playing "Life" without her, a game stolen from the humans before she was born. It was like she had become too popular for her own good. Even the Duskull were in on the fun, and they had always kept to themselves.
Momma Gengar watched her third child gloomily float across the room. She seemed so sullen, how could she not be happy? "Maybe I shouldn't rejected the council on the proposition of her evolving...", she mumbled to herself. Behind her a group of Banette and Mismagius were chanting loudly, summoning the ghost brethren; their voices echoing through a pitch black portal summoned just before.
HERE THROUGH THE GATES WE CALL
OUR VOICES BREAKING THROUGH THE WALL
FROM THE EDGE OF THE REGIONS AND BACK
COME TO WHERE WE STAND
BESEECH THEE WE DO
HENCE THROUGH THE GATES
THAT STAND FOR YOU
AND IT SHALL BE!
And with those last final words ghosts of all species flooded the darkness, wicked and peaceful smiles cast about. The Banette and Mismagius backed away and returned to their positions in joining the party. The newcomers joined in ancient dances and songs, literally bouncing off the walls on occasion. Hoards would join in circles: expanding, contracting, and making inner circles at will. All the while a special chosen ghost would dance right smack in the middle, jumping and turning and singing. Boo sighed at the sight. For ridding the captors that had taken command briefly, she was a hero and the party was supposed to be for her, but it seemed as if she was the only one not having any fun.
Suddenly, Boo heard a voice. She looked around in silent alarm, but could see nothing. "Come." There it was again! It was small but she was sure it was there. In fact, it seemed so set apart from the other chatter that it was like it was talking just to her. Boo's face scrunched up as she tried to hear, giving up after receiving several strange looks from unknowing faces. She felt crestfallen, and went back into the hall when she heard it again, "don't be afraid child, come." She couldn't make out the words, but she now felt for sure the voice was there! She wandered further and further away from the commotion, hoping desperately to find whoever spoke the voice. Soon she found herself back at the entrance to outside, but suddenly didn't understand how. "Yes." Boo screeched out with pain. The was no shout, but the voice came so loud and strong that her ears rung feverishly. Panting at the ground, she looked up at the door, and the voice struck again. "Come." Ignoring the blisters in her eardrums, Boo went as fast as she could manage in the opposite direction, eyes closed. But when she opened them again she once again found herself facing the exit. Looking back, the hallway of the other end led a straight path to the same door. Afraid of having no other choice, Boo made her way up the broken door.
She could feel a change in gravity, but it didn't seem to affect her. Boo looked at what was around her: rusty buildings bent out of shape, defying any laws of Physics, if any were even present. At a full 360 degree turn she realized her exit was gone, nothing but an oddly curved pavement where it had been. And hovering above her was Giratina, the God of the ghosts. Boo cowered back, scared, too you to be audience to the Great One. Legend said he had rebelled against an unnamed Pokemon, and was locked up to his own dimension in solitude as punishment. Like an extensive prison just for him. But the legend never mentioned the mighty Giratina being able to take in guests.
"Welcome, Boo", Giratina spoke, much rougher than he had seemed in her head. But it was definitely the same voice. "I've been waiting for your arrival, it's hard to summon those who don't sleep." Boo couldn't find the courage to reply, and found herself unable to speak, and quickly nodded her head. Giratina inched towards her, but Boo quickly fled to behind the upside-down roots of a tree. "Is that a way to treat your host?"
"I-I don't w-w-want you to hurt m-me." Boo squeaked. What could the powerful Giratina possibly want from her?
"Interestingly enough, I don't find joy in hurting a child. I simply had a proposition for you. Now why don't you come out and listen?" Boo sensed there might be consequences if she didn't, so slowly but surely she inched from the protective roots to a reasonable distance from Giratina. She did her best to be attentive as Giratina spoke: "I'm sure that you know of the legends of why I'm here. As a renegade I must be concealed from influencing the outside world. And after millennia I have finally reached Arcues' trust again. I have been set out to rid of those who challenge him. Why he is wary of challenges is none of your business. Essentially, you are only here to play a small part. What you must do is rally the ghostly kind, and set them for battle. Your instincts will show you where to take them. Taking them is all you will do." Boo couldn't understand what was going on, or why it was she that must do it, or even how! But, when a God tells you to rally up strangers and take them to battle, it can be hard at best to disagree. So Boo nodded yes as fast as she could, and in that instant was teleported back home, new mission at hand.
Giratina glided across the Reverse World, slickly slipping through buildings bent close together. He peered through the reflections in the windows, spying upon the Snivy he had spoke with not too long ago. After a few seconds the fellow turned to look straight at him, gaze burning through his hat's confinements.
"And what are you doing?"
Giratina silently cut off the connection, and turned to face Arceus.
"Must I revoke your privileges? You are to use your seeing portals to help run my errands, not spy on common folk."
"Yes, Arceus." Giratina replied, clearly peeved by his smugness.
"It would be such a shame if those were cut off, yes. Planning another rebellion are we?" Arceus began to snarl, "seems rather unfair since I'm still recovering from your first one. Tsk tsk. Can't have that again."
"I believe I've learned my lesson." Giratina growled. Arceus circled around Giratina, landing in front of him as he decided he was done tormenting him. It was time to move on to why he was visiting.
"How is our little 'friend' doing?"
"The green one agreed to take of him after our first and last talk, no further talks will be needed."
"Good", Arceus purred "Can't battle effectively in this condition."
"Long live Arceus", Giratina groaned sarcastically. If he had and fingers he would be twirling one like a flag for effect.
"Oh Giratina", Arceus taunted, "You don't have to like, but you have to obey me. I would hope you don't need another lesson in what happens when you don't." And with those final words Arceus disappeared back to his own dimension, leaving Giratina infuriated and alone.
Arceus looked around his star-filled home. Everything was going according to plan. Arceus slumped into a blue translucent sphere, exhausted from the dimensional travel. Arceus healed slower than most Pokemon, never exposed to modern medicine. The years had been in great number, yet his wounds were still only partially healed. By careful calculation it could be estimated that Arceus gains only a little health (approx. 6HP) every leap year. And it was even slower when he was not at rest. It had been so long that it had been forgotten why Arceus was resting, why Giratina was locked away. Another attack like Giratina's, and Arceus knew he would be forced into a period of deep slumber. So Arceus rested in his healing bubble, knowing that with Giratina's freedom at stake he nearly owned him. Nothing could get in his way.
[Update note: 1. More has been added to the tumblr page. 2. There is now a Killer Jell-O fan club group on DeviantART. There is a link to it on the profile page and on the tumblr blog. Anyone's welcome to join! As long as you're a Killer Jell-O fan, of course.]