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Prankster poltergeists (Action, Open)
One day, Ted's job would be fun and he'd do what he loved, like all those career counselors advertised. Instead, he was doing what he hated, and getting clowned on by ghosts. Ghost pokemon, at that.
"It's not like they'll appreciate it either," he said, talking to an inattentive Squirtle. "I'm surprised these heathens even put in a notice. I'd have thought they'd be beside themselves with joy at the not-so-dearly departed and their hysterics. Hypocritical heathens, all of them. Well, here we are." He surveyed the end of an alley where the houses started to thin, concluding at a beat up old house where the wind rustled the shutters.
"Squirtle, you're shivering. You're a water type, aren't you? Besides, it isn't that cold." The timid tortoise withdrew into its shell.
"Ah, well. Can't say I blame you. Hopefully it's all just a bunch of superstitious nonsense. But just in case it isn't..." Ted knelt down for a short prayer, asking for security and peace, before rapping on the door. His voice faltered ever so slightly. "Hello? Anyone home?"
He jumped when the door opened without any greeter, all on its own, with cliched creaking for maximum effect.
Ted began to question his enthusiasm for pokemon.
"It's not like they'll appreciate it either," he said, talking to an inattentive Squirtle. "I'm surprised these heathens even put in a notice. I'd have thought they'd be beside themselves with joy at the not-so-dearly departed and their hysterics. Hypocritical heathens, all of them. Well, here we are." He surveyed the end of an alley where the houses started to thin, concluding at a beat up old house where the wind rustled the shutters.
"Squirtle, you're shivering. You're a water type, aren't you? Besides, it isn't that cold." The timid tortoise withdrew into its shell.
"Ah, well. Can't say I blame you. Hopefully it's all just a bunch of superstitious nonsense. But just in case it isn't..." Ted knelt down for a short prayer, asking for security and peace, before rapping on the door. His voice faltered ever so slightly. "Hello? Anyone home?"
He jumped when the door opened without any greeter, all on its own, with cliched creaking for maximum effect.
Ted began to question his enthusiasm for pokemon.