Well, this sure was a bastard to right. Fervo sure is harder to write a PoV than everyone else, except maybe Scyther who I am not even going to attempt. Ever. If you don't find the antics of the anti funny, then you have no soul.
Episode 139: Afterlife
"What the hell was that thing?" Scyther muttered as he finally stirred and pulled himself up. Ironically, he had to lean on the mural he had been knocked out by in order to stay standing.
"Some sort of ghost," I replied, "Flame's taking it on. I'm going to go help, you stay here and make sure those dark types don't go anywhere."
Scyther stared at me for several seconds, deliberating what to do. Eventually he nodded and I turned to go.
"Be careful," he said as I ran for the stairs. I halted just before them and gave quick thumb-claws up before heading down into the lobby.
The second I got there, I wondered what the hell had gotten into me. Scorch marks covered the floor and walls as Flame stood in the center and tried to keep the ghost a bay.
"I'm fireproof and immune to your claws," the ghost laughed as it hovered in midair, "you cannot harm me at all."
I shut him up with a bullet seed to the back of the head, causing the ghost to spin around and forget about flying. He fell several feet, before going strait through the floor instead of slamming into it.
"Something tells me that we are in trouble," Flame muttered, just as the ghost reappeared behind him and sent him sprawling with a punch to the back of the head.
"You were in trouble the moment you tried to fight me the first time," the ghost laughed as he pressed his foot down on the back of Flame's head and prevented him from getting up.
Then something odd happened, the ghost was tripped up by Flame's tail. As the living Charmander finally got back up, the ghost was just staring in confusion.
"What just happened?" It asked, "I should be immune to your physical attacks."
"But not my tail," Flame muttered, before realisation appeared on his face, "of course. The fire. It can't hurt him itself, but it allows me to smack him."
Flame suddenly dashed for the door, poking his head around it and yelling out while I was forced to fend of the ghostie with more bullet seeds. I was beginning to run out of ammunition when Flame finally returned, holding a boom berry in each paw.
"These'll sort the bastard out," he muttered, which made the ghost laugh.
"Even upgraded fire breath won't be able to harm me," it chuckled, stopping only when Flame squished the berries and rubbed the juice all over his paws, "what the hell?"
I was about to ask the same thing when he breathed fire on the juice and it ignited, covering his fists in fire.
"Alright ghostie," Flame chuckled, "let's go."
The ghost shot forwards and was about to tackle Flame when he sidestepped and slammed his fist into the ghost's wing, tearing a hole in it.
"Now I can hit you back," Flame laughed as the ghost yelled out various curses as it climbed back to its feet, "come on, you are me, and you should have seen that coming."
"Bastard," the ghost muttered, which made Flame laugh even more.
"Nice going, insult yourself why don't you? Yeesh, maybe I got stupider as I got older."
"Shut up," the ghost growled, baring claws and teeth.
Then Mew appeared behind the ghost and sent it flying with a psychic blast.
"Actually, I'm inclined to agree with him," the feline laughed.
"About bloody time," Flame swore while I found a rock to lob at the ghost, which somehow managed to hit instead of going strait through.
The ghost was extremely dizzy thanks to that, which gave Flame the perfect chance to run up and flatten it with a punch to the head. And he took that chance, although he found himself tripped up in a copy of the move that his tail had preformed on the ghost only a few minutes earlier. As the ghost dived on top of him, Mew blasted it away again and it was flung through the ceiling onto the floor above.
"That'll get rid of him for a few minutes," the feline chuckled as he hauled the dizzy Flame up by his shoulders, as the Charmander's paws still on fire from the boom berry juice.
I suddenly remembered Scyther and was about to make a move for the stairs when Mew held out his paw and stopped me.
"Scyther's two floors above that one, he went after the Rocket's," he said, "besides, I got a very old friend up there."
"Who?" I asked, as Flame finally regained enough sense to stand on his own.
The Flame ghost-thing was suddenly blasted down the stairway and I gawped as another Mew appeared. Although this one was transparent, so I assumed it was another ghost.
"Who you gonna call?" It asked loudly, to which Mew replied, "the pizza place!"
"Okay, very confused here," I muttered as the two Mews and Flame dived into melee with the ghost Charmander-thing.
I stared as the entire group was engulfed in this black mist, before thinking that maybe I should join in the fight. I didn't get to decide as Flame and both Mews where sent flying by some sort of explosion and the black mist faded again.
"Hmph, pitiful," the ghost laughed as the Flame collapsed while Mew had to prop himself up using one of the counters that Human staff must have used, "although taking all of you out at once saves me a lot of time."
I wanted to run, but I was not going to leave Flame for dead. I had to fight, although I only had two attacks that could possibly harm the ghost and I was out of ammo for one. So I held one paw behind my back and focused on the ghost as it stood their laughing, its back to me.
"Please let this work," I muttered before throwing my paw forward and watching as a small green lights burst out of the ghosts back, "absorb!"
I focused on the glowing lights and directed them to Flame, who got up as they released new energy into him. Energy stolen from the ghost, who was now breathing heavily.
"Bastard," the ghost muttered as I used the technique again and healed Mew with it, who nodded a thanks before sparks shot around his paws and he smashed the ghost to the floor.
"You got to love Thunderpunch," he laughed as the ghost Mew grabbed hold of the dead Charmander and a portal appeared. I couldn't see what was on the other side but I had a fairly good guess when both Mews said, "see you in hell," before lobbing the Charmander though and shutting the trans-dimensional door behind them.
"Nice work, Fervo," Mew said with a smile, "although I would have taken him down eventually."
"You mean that I would have," the ghost Mew laughed, "after all, I could smack him in the face without having to do any of that fancy crap."
"How the hell are you the same being as me and not like the fancy crap?" Mew laughed.
"Simple, I am the antiMew!" Came the reply, with a fake psychotic laugh.
Mew then turned to Flame and smiled sweetly before speaking, "you seem different somehow? Did you get contacts or something? Grow a beard? Get a piercing, maybe?"
"I don't know what any of those were, but no," the Charmander said through narrowed eyes, "the 'antiMew' there turned my scales blue."
"Navy blue," the ghost pointed out.
"Nice touch," Mew nodded to his anti, "although yellow suits him much more."
"I knew it," I said, getting their attention, "I knew you had something to do with it. And the explosion yesterday morning too, right?"
"I may have been involved a little," the antiMew said, "mainly it was Flame."
"Shut up and turn me orange again!" Flame interrupted with a yell.
"I will when you stop being so anal," antiMew countered, having to duck under a fireball from the irate Flame.
"Fuckwit."