Fea Ame

Aimee glanced up from her cup of tea, sitting at a table in one of the terminals between routes, the place otherwise empty besides the guard doing his duties, staying absolutely silent, as per usual. She made a note to often hang out in this particular terminal, as it was possibly the smallest and least-busy of the region, as it was the one closest to her home town. Across from her sat her small Chespin, Cheshire, sipping from his own cup of tea. 

The blue-eyed girl knew most everyone that ever used this particular terminal, as it was so far ‘off of the main road’, so when these two strangers came in, she was slightly curious. She smiled and gave a wave to them from her seat, knowing they could hear her, as the place was dead silent. “Where are you off to?” She asked them, Cheshire placing his cup down and hopping onto the back of the chair to see the two newcomers.

The two turned around to see a third person approaching behind them.

“Oh hi,” he said, “My name is Jean Claude, it’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

“Er hi…” replied Mason.

“So you two received an invitation too huh?” asked Jean Claude.

“Yeah we did,” said Mason, “Do you know anything about it?”

“Oh no, I have no idea, but I heard about this castle on the internet and it has a lot of ghost pokémon living inside. The owner hasn’t been seen for 50 years and the castle is kept guarded at all times. We are very lucky to get access inside!” said the strange dude.

“Well actually I’m dying for a pee, so I’m going in.” confirmed the scientist.

The three people approached the rusted iron gates that were wedged fully open. Either side of the path leading to the doors were lines of Golurk standing perfectly still. They looked identical to the statues potted around the grounds.

Drifloon could be seen floating around the unkept gardens of the property.

“I think I can see a Duskull behind that angel statue!!!” said a quivering Mason. Oh god, this is terrifying!”

Jean Claude walked into the property with gusto and pulled out a pokeball.

“Anorith, I choose you!”

Mason turned to Fea and whispered, “I didn’t think people actually said that…”

The voice of the newcomer shook Fea more than the house in front of them. What, were guys just popping out of the woodlands to come to this place? 

A very displeased groan escaped the girls throat as she perceived the situation as the kind where if you try to turn back, you either end up back in front of the haunted house, or something... 'gets' you. She didn't have any invitation but the hell if she was going back through the trees alone. Fea hopped off of the Sawsbuck, returning it to its pokeball. 

"You know you could just go in the bushes." She muttered, not slightly convinced by his excuse to go inside. Maybe he convinced himself.

The abundance of ghost pokemon outside was unsettling. And a Duskull behind an angel statue? Really?! Fea was not up for getting stuck in any time loops with weeping angels. OR Duskulls. Or, for lack of better identifiers  the mystery gang that seemed to see nothing wrong with the building they were 'invited' to.

The bloody thing could hover and teleport yet it decides to take up valuable space in his backpack? LAZY!

He turned to see what was behind him and was greeted by a young woman.

“Er, hello” he replied. They were in such a deserted part of the forest that he assumed she could only have been there for one reason.

“So you’re here for the meeting yes?” he asked, pulling out his invitation. “I think the building is around here somewhere. My pokénav is a bit sketchy with this place and I can’t find anything about it on the internet.”

Just then, a Noctowl flew between them followed by a Murkrow which seemed to be chasing it. Was that an omen perhaps? It was getting dark and Mason began to feel about as worried as Lindsay Lohan’s publicist.

The trees were becoming black spindles like the kind you see in horror movies or amateur rock band music videos. The path before them was getting rockier and eventually became nothing but dirt.

“I’m not quite sure which way we’re supposed to go but I’ve got a feeling that’s the place we’re headed for…”

He pointed up ahead of them. Above the trees in the darkening sky stood a large stone building with parapets and gargoyles.

Previously in thought, her body leapt at the sudden rush of the two bird pokemon flying by them. Fea slumped, uncomfortably, forward. She arched while holding onto her Sawsbucks mane, looking back through the gap left by Noctowl and Murkrow. "the hell...?" She muttered in a low grumble.

As the scene began to shift and morph into the undesirable, ending with the stronghold, fully decked with dead grass and morbid statues and the like, a chill crawled ever so slowly down Feas spine. She had obviously taken a wrong turn somewhere.

“Finally, a normal person!”

The library wasn’t an uncommon place to find the young man, as it was one of the few places he could find a peaceful and quiet area to do his work. Not many people spent time here at is was, and therefore it was one of the most relaxing time spent away from the battle factory, and his cramped dorm-room like apartment complex.

He had much ideas for a new project, and just craved some time alone from the hustle and bustle of work. Not having much free time to himself anymore, he welcomed the after-hours away from the factory to spend researching and working further…even if it was on a subject he drooled over, it was still work. Burying himself into rather large text book, he spent a few hours into the evening taking notes and analyzing crucial information. 

After a few hours of restless studying and research, sifting through various books and internet websites for citing, Thorton grew weary and began to feel the effects of fatigue sweeping over him. Calling it a night, he packed up his things, and exited the almost empty library, shortly before it was scheduled to close.

Upon exiting the building, he was welcomed by the unpleasant sound of sirens shortly in the distance. He glanced around frantically to look for the source, but instead he saw a disconcerting sight. Many frantic civilians ran in the direction of the sirens, and in the wake of the commotion, the young man noticed heavy black smoke that began to grow thick around him. 

Noticing its origin, he decided to investigate for himself what had happened. Pocketing his hands, and directing his attention to his destination he strode wearily of his surroundings. Traveling, a few blocks on foot alone, the young man began to grow desperate for some answers in the once quiet city.

“Huh?” suddenly the realization hit him, as he noticed two mangled vehicles a short distance away. Sure enough, on one of the cities busiest streets were two cars shrouded in black smoke and surrounded by rescue vehicles and water-type Pokemon who were desperate to help. Desolation filled him as he gazed upon the scene, wondering if everyone was all right. 

Staring idly at the scene, paying no attention to his sense of direction, he seemed to have bumped into another person who wasn’t paying attention to their whereabouts either.  

She was walking back, slowly re-approaching civilization, when the faint noise of repetitive soundings hit her ear. Fea looked up, no sign of lights anywhere in her sight, and continued to walk. The noises only became louder, sirens blasting as she came upon the scene of an accident. The type of thing you never really saw happen, usually you just saw it being tended to, like now. 

With her eyes locked on the wreckage, Feas walk dropped to little more than a snails pace. She held a heavy stare, counting on the ability to walk slower than slow and not having to worry about tripping or falling. However-

           You guys are pretty cool.

You guys are pretty cool too!

“Finally, a normal person!”

“Finally, a normal person!”