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Well, here's another Halloween fanfic. However, unlike the other two, this one is BRAND-SPANKIN' NEW! Just had the inspiration at lunch. This particular one looks to be longer than most of my others, so I think that I'll actually post it in multiple chapters (which I usually don't do, and even now it'll only be two or three). Add some suspense to it.
Stop Cursing Already!
Ash and Co. were once again wondering around in the middle of nowhere. Soon, they happened upon a carnival. “Hey!” Brock exclaimed. “Let’s go have a look!” Misty and Ash nodded in agreement.
So then they began to wander the carnival, looking at the rides, eyeing the food, and contemplating the games. Then, they found the haunted house. “Hey! Let’s go in there!” Misty said.
“I dunno,” Ash replied. “I never really liked these things.”
“Aw, come on! It’ll be fun, right Brock?”
“Actually, I was thinking about looking for a kissing booth.”
Misty sighed. She spent a few more minutes goading them on, until Ash consented. She then turned to see if Brock would also consent, only to find him missing, and no doubt looking for that kissing booth. She sighed, but then walked up to the entrance with Ash and Pikachu. They bought tickets, and then walked up to the entrance. Misty put Togepi into her backpack, and they walked inside.
They took their first steps through the place, the ground covered in fog. Ash noticed the fog machine hiding in the corner. They walked along, and a Ghastly appeared from nowhere and flew past their heads. “Ah! A ghost!” Misty shrieked.
“That’s not even a real Ghastly,” Ash sarcastically remarked. “You can see the wires.”
“You’re no fun,” Misty retorted.
They continued along, looking at witty gravestones, “blood”-splattered walls, and the occasional paper mache Ghost Pokemon that would spring out of nowhere. Then they walked by what seemed to be some sort of non-descript large rock. Then, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Ash’s ankle. Surprised, Ash looked down to see someone “trapped” under the rock. The person moaned, and then said, “Please... you have to help me...” Ash kicked his hand away, and continued on. “Please?”
“Maybe we should help him,” Misty quietly said.
“It’s just an act,” Ash replied.
“Or can you at least loan me some Tylenol?”
“Sounded like he was really in pain, though...” Misty said.
“A Band-Aid?”
“Trust me, it’s supposed to. It’s an act,” Ash again replied.
“Maybe some WD-40?” the guy asked again. Misty gave up arguing, and they walked off. “Hey! Don’t ignore me!” No reply. “That’s it! I curse you! Both of you! And your Pikachu! And your children! They’re cursed too! All of them! And... and...” They rounded a corner. “Hey! Get back here! I’m... not done... cur... sing... you...” The person collapsed.
Ash and Misty exited. They wondered around until they found Brock. He had a disappointed look on his face. “No kissing booth?” Misty asked. Brock shook his head. They then grabbed a bite to eat and went on their merry way.
They sat at the fire that night. Misty had a worried look on her face. “What’s wrong, Misty?” Ash asked.
“Oh, it’s just that haunted house. That guy really seemed like he needed help.”
“It was nothing. Now get some rest.” They went to their sleeping bags, but it was a while before Misty fell asleep, thinking the curse might cause her to wake up surrounded by bugs or something.
Morning came uneventfully. They got up, ate breakfast, packed their things, and were on their way. After a while, they found a carnival. “Hey!” Brock exclaimed. “Let’s go have a look!”
“Nah,” Ash said. “I had enough fun at the one we went to yesterday.”
“What are you talking about, Ash?” Brock asked. “We didn’t see any carnival yesterday.” Ash, Misty, and Pikachu were puzzled. “Come on. I want to see if there’s a kissing booth!”
Brock wandered off and left Ash and Misty to do whatever. “Misty?” Ash asked. “We did go to a carnival yesterday, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, I thought we did.”
“Well, at least I’m not crazy.”
“Pika pikachu.”
“You remember it, too, Pikachu?” Ash asked.
“Pika!” Pikachu nodded.
“So then why didn’t Brock remember?” Misty wondered aloud.
“Maybe he just wanted an excuse to look for another kissing booth,” Ash mused.
“Yeah, probably.”
So they wandered around a little while, and found a haunted house. “Does that look familiar to you?” Misty asked.
“Yeah, but there’s no way it could be the same one.”
“Wanna go in?” Ash shook his head, but with a little cajoling Misty got him to go in. They went and bought their tickets, and walked in, after Misty put Togepi in her backpack.
They took their first steps through the place, the ground covered in fog. Ash noticed the fog machine hiding in the corner. They walked along, and a Ghastly appeared from nowhere and flew past their heads. “Ah! A ghost!” Misty shrieked.
“That’s not even a real Ghastly,” Ash sarcastically remarked. “You can... see the... wires.” He paused for a moment. “Nah, couldn’t be.”
They continued along, looking at witty gravestones, “blood”-splattered walls, and the occasional paper mache Ghost Pokemon that would spring out of nowhere. Then they walked by what seemed to be some sort of large, non-descript rock. Then, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Ash’s ankle. Ash jumped back, surprised.
He looked, and saw someone “trapped” underneath the rock. The person moaned, and then said, “Please... you have to help me...” Ash was dumbfounded. “Please?”
“It’s... it’s just an act,” Ash stuttered.
“Or can you at least loan me some Tylenol?”
“Let’s get out of here...” Misty said.
“A Band-Aid?”
“Y-y-yeah. L-let’s get out of here,” Ash replied.
“Maybe some WD-40?” the guy asked again. Ash and Misty slowly walked away, pretending to ignore him. “Hey! Don’t ignore me!” No reply. “That’s it! I curse you! Both of you! And your Pikachu! And your children! They’re cursed too! All of them! And... and...” They rounded a corner. “Hey! Get back here! I’m... not done... cur... sing... you...” The person collapsed.
Ash, Misty, and Pikachu collapsed on the ground outside. “That... was freaky,” Ash said.
To be continued...
Stop Cursing Already!
Ash and Co. were once again wondering around in the middle of nowhere. Soon, they happened upon a carnival. “Hey!” Brock exclaimed. “Let’s go have a look!” Misty and Ash nodded in agreement.
So then they began to wander the carnival, looking at the rides, eyeing the food, and contemplating the games. Then, they found the haunted house. “Hey! Let’s go in there!” Misty said.
“I dunno,” Ash replied. “I never really liked these things.”
“Aw, come on! It’ll be fun, right Brock?”
“Actually, I was thinking about looking for a kissing booth.”
Misty sighed. She spent a few more minutes goading them on, until Ash consented. She then turned to see if Brock would also consent, only to find him missing, and no doubt looking for that kissing booth. She sighed, but then walked up to the entrance with Ash and Pikachu. They bought tickets, and then walked up to the entrance. Misty put Togepi into her backpack, and they walked inside.
They took their first steps through the place, the ground covered in fog. Ash noticed the fog machine hiding in the corner. They walked along, and a Ghastly appeared from nowhere and flew past their heads. “Ah! A ghost!” Misty shrieked.
“That’s not even a real Ghastly,” Ash sarcastically remarked. “You can see the wires.”
“You’re no fun,” Misty retorted.
They continued along, looking at witty gravestones, “blood”-splattered walls, and the occasional paper mache Ghost Pokemon that would spring out of nowhere. Then they walked by what seemed to be some sort of non-descript large rock. Then, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Ash’s ankle. Surprised, Ash looked down to see someone “trapped” under the rock. The person moaned, and then said, “Please... you have to help me...” Ash kicked his hand away, and continued on. “Please?”
“Maybe we should help him,” Misty quietly said.
“It’s just an act,” Ash replied.
“Or can you at least loan me some Tylenol?”
“Sounded like he was really in pain, though...” Misty said.
“A Band-Aid?”
“Trust me, it’s supposed to. It’s an act,” Ash again replied.
“Maybe some WD-40?” the guy asked again. Misty gave up arguing, and they walked off. “Hey! Don’t ignore me!” No reply. “That’s it! I curse you! Both of you! And your Pikachu! And your children! They’re cursed too! All of them! And... and...” They rounded a corner. “Hey! Get back here! I’m... not done... cur... sing... you...” The person collapsed.
Ash and Misty exited. They wondered around until they found Brock. He had a disappointed look on his face. “No kissing booth?” Misty asked. Brock shook his head. They then grabbed a bite to eat and went on their merry way.
They sat at the fire that night. Misty had a worried look on her face. “What’s wrong, Misty?” Ash asked.
“Oh, it’s just that haunted house. That guy really seemed like he needed help.”
“It was nothing. Now get some rest.” They went to their sleeping bags, but it was a while before Misty fell asleep, thinking the curse might cause her to wake up surrounded by bugs or something.
Morning came uneventfully. They got up, ate breakfast, packed their things, and were on their way. After a while, they found a carnival. “Hey!” Brock exclaimed. “Let’s go have a look!”
“Nah,” Ash said. “I had enough fun at the one we went to yesterday.”
“What are you talking about, Ash?” Brock asked. “We didn’t see any carnival yesterday.” Ash, Misty, and Pikachu were puzzled. “Come on. I want to see if there’s a kissing booth!”
Brock wandered off and left Ash and Misty to do whatever. “Misty?” Ash asked. “We did go to a carnival yesterday, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, I thought we did.”
“Well, at least I’m not crazy.”
“Pika pikachu.”
“You remember it, too, Pikachu?” Ash asked.
“Pika!” Pikachu nodded.
“So then why didn’t Brock remember?” Misty wondered aloud.
“Maybe he just wanted an excuse to look for another kissing booth,” Ash mused.
“Yeah, probably.”
So they wandered around a little while, and found a haunted house. “Does that look familiar to you?” Misty asked.
“Yeah, but there’s no way it could be the same one.”
“Wanna go in?” Ash shook his head, but with a little cajoling Misty got him to go in. They went and bought their tickets, and walked in, after Misty put Togepi in her backpack.
They took their first steps through the place, the ground covered in fog. Ash noticed the fog machine hiding in the corner. They walked along, and a Ghastly appeared from nowhere and flew past their heads. “Ah! A ghost!” Misty shrieked.
“That’s not even a real Ghastly,” Ash sarcastically remarked. “You can... see the... wires.” He paused for a moment. “Nah, couldn’t be.”
They continued along, looking at witty gravestones, “blood”-splattered walls, and the occasional paper mache Ghost Pokemon that would spring out of nowhere. Then they walked by what seemed to be some sort of large, non-descript rock. Then, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Ash’s ankle. Ash jumped back, surprised.
He looked, and saw someone “trapped” underneath the rock. The person moaned, and then said, “Please... you have to help me...” Ash was dumbfounded. “Please?”
“It’s... it’s just an act,” Ash stuttered.
“Or can you at least loan me some Tylenol?”
“Let’s get out of here...” Misty said.
“A Band-Aid?”
“Y-y-yeah. L-let’s get out of here,” Ash replied.
“Maybe some WD-40?” the guy asked again. Ash and Misty slowly walked away, pretending to ignore him. “Hey! Don’t ignore me!” No reply. “That’s it! I curse you! Both of you! And your Pikachu! And your children! They’re cursed too! All of them! And... and...” They rounded a corner. “Hey! Get back here! I’m... not done... cur... sing... you...” The person collapsed.
Ash, Misty, and Pikachu collapsed on the ground outside. “That... was freaky,” Ash said.
To be continued...
So, who was that guy under the rock, anyway?