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Here is chapter seventeen of the Kinsei Saga, and the seventeenth overall chapter of Pokémon Anthology.
Chapter 17: Tower of Terror
The morning following York's defeat, the two were in their hotel room. Sydney and her Pokémon sat on her bed, watching TV. York was on his bed, his Pokédex at his side, and holding his PokéNav.
The boy searched around for places he could train, and he had his Pokédex to further develop his training regimen.
"How do you feel, York? About your first loss." Sydney looked over at him.
"You win some, you lose some." He replied. "It's better this way, don't you think?"
"Maybe. You're really going to take what she said to heart?" York nodded and went back to his search. "Well, call me when you find something."
Approximately a half-hour later, York shouted 'eureka!'. A proud Sydney shifted herself to face York. He shifted himself and beamed at her.
"I think I have an idea! I'll make Colonel more agile, Dollie more Resilient, and improve Star's skill with Double Team!" He pointed to the map on his PokéNav. "This is where we're going!"
"The Tower of Terror?" She looked at him skeptically. "If anything, you'd find Ghost-Types there. You're going against dragons."
"I know, but details, details. There's a tour going on today, Syd! Any and all trainers are allowed to train as they please, and it lasts all weekend!"
She found his words unpleasant. "That sounds… controversial."
"Well, IHPHA hasn't gotten it outlawed, yet. What do you say, Syd? Want to go?"
She began rubbing her arm nervously. "You know how I am with places like that! The name alone creeps me out…"
"There's no need to worry!" He guaranteed. "There'll be other people there!" He pointed to himself with his thumb. "I'll be there to keep you safe, anyway!"
The girl eased up. "You're sure that nothing is going to go wrong?"
"Of course!"
She lifted herself off of the bed. "Then, I'm willing to give it a try. Let's go check out that tour, okay?"
The sun had set and the moon was high. The chirps of Kricketune and Kricketot filled the air. The street lights illuminated Viel City while lights from the insides of buildings glowed bright yellow.
Just outside of the city to the northeast was a large, aging tower made of dark colored bricks. Vines were growing rampantly all over the building, and several bricks had fallen out of place.
A group of fourteen people, including York and Sydney were standing outside of the tall structure. All of the people in the group had a large backpack on with a sleeping back on to of it. A canteen was strapped onto each of the bags.
At the front of the group was a young man and woman. They were both dressed lieadventurers. A Litwick sat (or stood) atop her head.
"Welcome, everyone, to the Tower of Terror!" The young woman tried to be menacing when she spoke, but only got a laugh out of the crowd.
The man pushed the young woman's hat down on her head. "Excuse my partner here. Like she said," He gestured behind himself. "This it the Tower of Terror. This weekend, we'll be staying here."
Sydney's hand shot up. She was gripping York's sleeve. The young man gave her a curious look.
"You're alright when we're being held hostage, but freak out about this?"
The young woman fixed her hat and happily pointed as Sydney. "Yes, do you have a question?"
"There's no chance that something... bad will happen this weekend, right?"
The Litwick slapped its little stomach and let out a confident cry. In response, the young woman put her hands on her hips, balled in fists.
"Like Litwick says, we'll be alright! If any Ghost Pokémon show up, Litwick will act as an ambassador!"
"Will the stuff in these bags last us?" A large man lifted his shoulders, making the bag bounce slightly.
"As long as you don't eat and drink constantly, it'll last." Said the male guide.
A girl a few years older than York and Sydney raised her hand. "If we need to use the bathroom?"
The two tour guides remained silent. The people in the group shared concerned looks when they didn't answer.
"We have a protocol for that, but... " The male guide tugged at his shirt. "It'd be a little awkward talking about using the john with a big group like this, huh? If someone needs to go, tell one of us. We'll deal with it then."
He cleared his throat and put a shiny gold key into the rusted keyhole and turned it. A creaking sound came from the door. He put his hands on the handles.
"My name is Brenda,: Said the young woman. "And my partner is John! We welcome you, ladies and gentlemen…" She spread her arms wide as the doors opened. "To the Tower of Terror!"
The group was walking through one of the corridors of the decaying tower. Sydney cowered as they moved, clinging onto York, who was perfectly fine.
"Why are you so paranoid?" Asked York. "We're in the middle of the group. Nothing can reach us."
"You guys can probably tell," Brenda turned towards the group and continued walking backwards. "The Tower of Terror is home to all sorts of Ghost-Type Pokémon. But there's no need to worry. Most of them aren't dangerous!"
"To elaborate, they might screw with you, but they won't try to hurt you." Added John. "A lot of them are just jokesters."
The light from the small torch John used as a light flickered and momentarily went out. For the short while it was pitch black, there were several screams. Some from men and other women.
When the torch lit again, Brenda and John were both standing as if nothing had happened.
"That's exactly what we mean!" Exclaimed the young woman. "Let's keep going, everyone!"
Some time later, the group had come to a large room that had been cleared. John and Brenda set up a campfire and the others laid out their sleeping bags. They sat on their, circled around the campfire. Several of them were eating snacks from their large backpacks.
"Now, it's time for ghost stories!" Brenda shouted. "John, would you like to begin?"
"I'd rather not. Why not one of our guests?"
York raised his hand. "I don't have one, but I know someone who does." He took Dextera out of his bag. "Dextera, I need to you tell me a Pokémon ghost story.
The Pokédex searched, and a short while later, began to speak.
"The title of the following ghost story is 'The Mummy'. It wasn't too long ago, in a tower not unlike this one. A group of teenagers were going to stay the night in the tower. "
"At first, all was going well. Until one of the friends noticed that someone went missing. They went to look for them, but one by one, they disappeared. Before each disappeared, the lights would go off, and when they went back on, the group lost one."
"It didn't take long for this mysterious force to reduce their numbers to two of their original count: nearly a dozen."
As the final two were searching, they noticed a Banette near a corner. It was beckoning them. Thinking it would help lead them to their friends, they followed the Pokémon."
"As they were walking, the Banette walked into a wall. From a shadow at the end of the hall, a Cofragrigus emerged."
"It opened its coffin body, and ghastly black hands shot from the void behind the doors. They grabbed one of the two and dragged it inside of the sarcophagus. It disappeared back into the shadow from which it emerged. The one who remained attempted to chase after it, but ran into a wall."
"Now alone, the final teen frantically ran about, calling the names of their friends. Their cries attracted unwanted attention, and the Banette appeared again. Even though it lead to them encountering the Cof@grigus, they were desperate and followed it once again."
"The Banette led them to a pitch black corridor and turned around. A Cof@grigus emerged once again. The teen tried to run, but when they turned, the Banette was there. They felt something grab them and looked down. They saw the hands that grabbed their friend."
"They felt their feet drag along the ground and struggle, but resistance was futile. Darkness soon filled their vision as the doors of the Cof@grigus closed."
"When they awoke, they saw a large room, with shelf upon shelf of mummies, wrapped tightly in bandages and stacked neatly next to each other. They tried to move, but found that they were unable to do so. They looked down and saw that they themselves were covered in bandages."
"They saw Cof@grigus in front of them, more bandages in its hands. It continued to wrap them around. As it did, they screamed for help. Soon, their mouth was covered and screams muffled. More and more of their face was covered, until their eyes were and all went black."
"The sight of a grinning Cof@grigus wrapping bandages around them in a room full of mummies was the last thing the teen ever saw."
Several members of the group were genuinely scared by the story, Sydney included, who was tightly gripping York's arm. He, on the other hand, was unfazed.
Brenda clapped her hands together! "That was a nice story! Sounds pretty realistic too, don't you think , John?"
He nodded in agreement. "A bit too realistic, maybe." He looked around at the guests. "So, want to keep going, or have you had all enough ghost stories in a ghost infested tower for one night?"
"I, for one, just want to go to bed." Said a cowering Sydney.
Several of the others agreed. They all climbed inside of their sleeping bags, and waited for the night to pass until Saturday morning, when they continued their little excursion in the Tower of Terror.
York awoke to the sound of a scream. He darted up in his sleeping bag and looked around. Sydney was standing on her sleeping bag, absolutely horrified. She was staring intently looking at something.
He followed her eyes. She was staring at a sleeping bag, which was empty. The others looked confused; John and Brenda very concerned.
"That's weird." John walked over to the bag and felt it. "It should be warm, but it's not. They've been gone a while."
"What happened to them?" Asked one of the guests.
"You don't think that ghost story was-"
"There's no need to say that!" Shouted Brenda. She put on a smile. "They just decided to go on a walk."
"Yeah, right! Who'd want to go on a walk in a place like this on their own?"
"He has a point." Said York, still in his sleeping bag. "Horror movie logic dictates and all who wander alone die. I don't watch a lot of movies, but I know that."
John looked around the room. There was only one person missing. Even so, he recounted everyone, one by one. His face grew pale when he finished. "Hold on a second. There were twelve people with us. There are only ten present."
"Ten?" Sydney began quivering and hugged herself. "Wouldn't that mean someone disappeared before we set up camp?"
The large man glared at the two guides. John glared back at him.
"We all need to calm down for a second." York announced, standing up. "I know two of us went missing, but arguing isn't going to fix anything. John, Brenda, do either of you know if there are Cof@grigus living here?"
"You're actually suggesting that the ghost story is actually happening?!"
York nodded. "This tower is full of Ghost-Types, and the story had Ghost-Types snatching people. If there are Cof@grigus here, that's the only explanation."
John and Brenda had a short conversation before speaking.
"John and I have seen several Pokémon during our visits here, but Cof@grigus or Yamask has never been part of the list."
York took out Dextera. "Is there anyway for a Ghost-Type to kidnap a person?"
The small blue face appeared in the corner, imitating a yawn.
"Good morning, master. That's quite the way to start the day. Something bad must have happened. While they can touch living beings, the only ways a Ghost-Type could kidnap someone, without the victim easily escaping, would be to either store them inside of themselves or take their soul. Are their any bodies around?"
"No, just an empty sleeping bag."
"Then it is likely the work of a Cof@grigus."
"How could we get them out?"
"There is the more safe yet difficult method and the more dangerous, yet easier method. If you somehow follow the Cofagirgus without losing it and find where it stores its mummies, you can free the victims. However, if you allow yourself to be captured and somehow escape the wrappings, you can fight back and free the victims if you defeat the Cof@grigus."
Sydney waddled over to York. "What does it do with the mummies?"
"It is widely believed that Cof@grigus kidnap people to use them as trophies. The more mummies one has, the more skilled it is. Some theorize that the bandages a Cof@grigus' makes mummies with are linked to its life force. When that life force is depleted, rather when Cof@grigus is defeated in battle, those bandages automatically unravel. Whether or not this is true is unknown."
"Thanks, Dextera." York put the Pokédex back in his pocket. "I think that's our best bet, then." The group circled around him. "Either beat the crap out of a Cof@grigus and hope the people can find their way out, or have someone act as bait."
"There's something we're not thinking about." One of the female guests stepped forward. "In the story, a Banette drew the characters to where Cof@grigus got them. What would happen here?"
Everyone turned their eyes to John and Brenda.
Brenda looked at John then the group. "We haven't seen any Banette or Shuppet either. I think I know what kind of Pokémon might help a Cof@grigus in kidnapping, though."
John picked up where she left off. "Wild Litwick often leech off of the life of others to provide themselves sustenance. It would make sense for a wild Litwick, which could be mistaken for Brenda's, to lead someone astray, right to a Cof@grigus after they've had their fill of the person's energy."
"So we don't trust any Litwick unless it's sitting on Brenda's head?"
"It'd be safest that way." Said John.
"How should we handle this?" Split up or go together?"
"I don't think it matters. Someone got scooped yesterday and we didn't notice. Same thing during the night. They must just, like disappear or something before Cof@grigus gets them. Doesn't matter if we go in groups."
York sighed and ruffled his hair. "How about this? I do the more dangerous approach."
"What?!" Sydney stood right in front of him, extremely close to him. "Why would you do something like that?"
"I have Colonel, so if I get tied up, he can help. Then we get everyone out of the bandages and bust a hole in the wall. I'll call you when I'm done."
She grabbed his shoulders. "You can't! How do you plan on getting Colonel to help you if you're arms are tied?"
"Have him out when I get captured. We'll end up wherever it takes us together." When Sydney continued to stare up at him with eyes full of worry, he patted her head. "I said I'd keep you safe, right? If I face the problem head on and get rid of it, won't I be doing that?"
A man scratched his forehead. "Personally, I'd stick with my girlfriend in a time like this, kid."
"She's just my best friend." He gently pried her off of his shoulders. "I'll be safe, I promise."
John clenched his fist. "I'm not sure how I feel about this: letting a guest do something so dangerous. You were my responsibility."
York smiled at the man. "It's not like you knew the Cof@grigus were here. I don't see how you could be blamed. Your higher ups, maybe. Just get everyone outside and away from the tower. I'll catch up as soon as possible."
"I never thought this would come in handy." John picked up his bag and took out a grappling hook and rope. "We'll rappel down with these. We'll be outside and away from here in a matter of minutes."
"Good luck!" Brenda bowed to York. "I hope you come back with everyone!"
Everyone hurried over to the window, taking out their own grappling hooks. Sydney was the last to get her things. She looked on as York disappeared down the hall, walking tall and brave.
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About the Cof@grigus thing: apparently, I can't spell the name of that Pokémon because a certain word is in the middle of it. If anyone would rather read Co***rigus than Conf@grigus, just say something. I have no doubt people will know which Pokémon is being talked about anyway.
Chapter 17: Tower of Terror
The morning following York's defeat, the two were in their hotel room. Sydney and her Pokémon sat on her bed, watching TV. York was on his bed, his Pokédex at his side, and holding his PokéNav.
The boy searched around for places he could train, and he had his Pokédex to further develop his training regimen.
"How do you feel, York? About your first loss." Sydney looked over at him.
"You win some, you lose some." He replied. "It's better this way, don't you think?"
"Maybe. You're really going to take what she said to heart?" York nodded and went back to his search. "Well, call me when you find something."
Approximately a half-hour later, York shouted 'eureka!'. A proud Sydney shifted herself to face York. He shifted himself and beamed at her.
"I think I have an idea! I'll make Colonel more agile, Dollie more Resilient, and improve Star's skill with Double Team!" He pointed to the map on his PokéNav. "This is where we're going!"
"The Tower of Terror?" She looked at him skeptically. "If anything, you'd find Ghost-Types there. You're going against dragons."
"I know, but details, details. There's a tour going on today, Syd! Any and all trainers are allowed to train as they please, and it lasts all weekend!"
She found his words unpleasant. "That sounds… controversial."
"Well, IHPHA hasn't gotten it outlawed, yet. What do you say, Syd? Want to go?"
She began rubbing her arm nervously. "You know how I am with places like that! The name alone creeps me out…"
"There's no need to worry!" He guaranteed. "There'll be other people there!" He pointed to himself with his thumb. "I'll be there to keep you safe, anyway!"
The girl eased up. "You're sure that nothing is going to go wrong?"
"Of course!"
She lifted herself off of the bed. "Then, I'm willing to give it a try. Let's go check out that tour, okay?"
The sun had set and the moon was high. The chirps of Kricketune and Kricketot filled the air. The street lights illuminated Viel City while lights from the insides of buildings glowed bright yellow.
Just outside of the city to the northeast was a large, aging tower made of dark colored bricks. Vines were growing rampantly all over the building, and several bricks had fallen out of place.
A group of fourteen people, including York and Sydney were standing outside of the tall structure. All of the people in the group had a large backpack on with a sleeping back on to of it. A canteen was strapped onto each of the bags.
At the front of the group was a young man and woman. They were both dressed lieadventurers. A Litwick sat (or stood) atop her head.
"Welcome, everyone, to the Tower of Terror!" The young woman tried to be menacing when she spoke, but only got a laugh out of the crowd.
The man pushed the young woman's hat down on her head. "Excuse my partner here. Like she said," He gestured behind himself. "This it the Tower of Terror. This weekend, we'll be staying here."
Sydney's hand shot up. She was gripping York's sleeve. The young man gave her a curious look.
"You're alright when we're being held hostage, but freak out about this?"
The young woman fixed her hat and happily pointed as Sydney. "Yes, do you have a question?"
"There's no chance that something... bad will happen this weekend, right?"
The Litwick slapped its little stomach and let out a confident cry. In response, the young woman put her hands on her hips, balled in fists.
"Like Litwick says, we'll be alright! If any Ghost Pokémon show up, Litwick will act as an ambassador!"
"Will the stuff in these bags last us?" A large man lifted his shoulders, making the bag bounce slightly.
"As long as you don't eat and drink constantly, it'll last." Said the male guide.
A girl a few years older than York and Sydney raised her hand. "If we need to use the bathroom?"
The two tour guides remained silent. The people in the group shared concerned looks when they didn't answer.
"We have a protocol for that, but... " The male guide tugged at his shirt. "It'd be a little awkward talking about using the john with a big group like this, huh? If someone needs to go, tell one of us. We'll deal with it then."
He cleared his throat and put a shiny gold key into the rusted keyhole and turned it. A creaking sound came from the door. He put his hands on the handles.
"My name is Brenda,: Said the young woman. "And my partner is John! We welcome you, ladies and gentlemen…" She spread her arms wide as the doors opened. "To the Tower of Terror!"
The group was walking through one of the corridors of the decaying tower. Sydney cowered as they moved, clinging onto York, who was perfectly fine.
"Why are you so paranoid?" Asked York. "We're in the middle of the group. Nothing can reach us."
"You guys can probably tell," Brenda turned towards the group and continued walking backwards. "The Tower of Terror is home to all sorts of Ghost-Type Pokémon. But there's no need to worry. Most of them aren't dangerous!"
"To elaborate, they might screw with you, but they won't try to hurt you." Added John. "A lot of them are just jokesters."
The light from the small torch John used as a light flickered and momentarily went out. For the short while it was pitch black, there were several screams. Some from men and other women.
When the torch lit again, Brenda and John were both standing as if nothing had happened.
"That's exactly what we mean!" Exclaimed the young woman. "Let's keep going, everyone!"
Some time later, the group had come to a large room that had been cleared. John and Brenda set up a campfire and the others laid out their sleeping bags. They sat on their, circled around the campfire. Several of them were eating snacks from their large backpacks.
"Now, it's time for ghost stories!" Brenda shouted. "John, would you like to begin?"
"I'd rather not. Why not one of our guests?"
York raised his hand. "I don't have one, but I know someone who does." He took Dextera out of his bag. "Dextera, I need to you tell me a Pokémon ghost story.
The Pokédex searched, and a short while later, began to speak.
"The title of the following ghost story is 'The Mummy'. It wasn't too long ago, in a tower not unlike this one. A group of teenagers were going to stay the night in the tower. "
"At first, all was going well. Until one of the friends noticed that someone went missing. They went to look for them, but one by one, they disappeared. Before each disappeared, the lights would go off, and when they went back on, the group lost one."
"It didn't take long for this mysterious force to reduce their numbers to two of their original count: nearly a dozen."
As the final two were searching, they noticed a Banette near a corner. It was beckoning them. Thinking it would help lead them to their friends, they followed the Pokémon."
"As they were walking, the Banette walked into a wall. From a shadow at the end of the hall, a Cofragrigus emerged."
"It opened its coffin body, and ghastly black hands shot from the void behind the doors. They grabbed one of the two and dragged it inside of the sarcophagus. It disappeared back into the shadow from which it emerged. The one who remained attempted to chase after it, but ran into a wall."
"Now alone, the final teen frantically ran about, calling the names of their friends. Their cries attracted unwanted attention, and the Banette appeared again. Even though it lead to them encountering the Cof@grigus, they were desperate and followed it once again."
"The Banette led them to a pitch black corridor and turned around. A Cof@grigus emerged once again. The teen tried to run, but when they turned, the Banette was there. They felt something grab them and looked down. They saw the hands that grabbed their friend."
"They felt their feet drag along the ground and struggle, but resistance was futile. Darkness soon filled their vision as the doors of the Cof@grigus closed."
"When they awoke, they saw a large room, with shelf upon shelf of mummies, wrapped tightly in bandages and stacked neatly next to each other. They tried to move, but found that they were unable to do so. They looked down and saw that they themselves were covered in bandages."
"They saw Cof@grigus in front of them, more bandages in its hands. It continued to wrap them around. As it did, they screamed for help. Soon, their mouth was covered and screams muffled. More and more of their face was covered, until their eyes were and all went black."
"The sight of a grinning Cof@grigus wrapping bandages around them in a room full of mummies was the last thing the teen ever saw."
Several members of the group were genuinely scared by the story, Sydney included, who was tightly gripping York's arm. He, on the other hand, was unfazed.
Brenda clapped her hands together! "That was a nice story! Sounds pretty realistic too, don't you think , John?"
He nodded in agreement. "A bit too realistic, maybe." He looked around at the guests. "So, want to keep going, or have you had all enough ghost stories in a ghost infested tower for one night?"
"I, for one, just want to go to bed." Said a cowering Sydney.
Several of the others agreed. They all climbed inside of their sleeping bags, and waited for the night to pass until Saturday morning, when they continued their little excursion in the Tower of Terror.
York awoke to the sound of a scream. He darted up in his sleeping bag and looked around. Sydney was standing on her sleeping bag, absolutely horrified. She was staring intently looking at something.
He followed her eyes. She was staring at a sleeping bag, which was empty. The others looked confused; John and Brenda very concerned.
"That's weird." John walked over to the bag and felt it. "It should be warm, but it's not. They've been gone a while."
"What happened to them?" Asked one of the guests.
"You don't think that ghost story was-"
"There's no need to say that!" Shouted Brenda. She put on a smile. "They just decided to go on a walk."
"Yeah, right! Who'd want to go on a walk in a place like this on their own?"
"He has a point." Said York, still in his sleeping bag. "Horror movie logic dictates and all who wander alone die. I don't watch a lot of movies, but I know that."
John looked around the room. There was only one person missing. Even so, he recounted everyone, one by one. His face grew pale when he finished. "Hold on a second. There were twelve people with us. There are only ten present."
"Ten?" Sydney began quivering and hugged herself. "Wouldn't that mean someone disappeared before we set up camp?"
The large man glared at the two guides. John glared back at him.
"We all need to calm down for a second." York announced, standing up. "I know two of us went missing, but arguing isn't going to fix anything. John, Brenda, do either of you know if there are Cof@grigus living here?"
"You're actually suggesting that the ghost story is actually happening?!"
York nodded. "This tower is full of Ghost-Types, and the story had Ghost-Types snatching people. If there are Cof@grigus here, that's the only explanation."
John and Brenda had a short conversation before speaking.
"John and I have seen several Pokémon during our visits here, but Cof@grigus or Yamask has never been part of the list."
York took out Dextera. "Is there anyway for a Ghost-Type to kidnap a person?"
The small blue face appeared in the corner, imitating a yawn.
"Good morning, master. That's quite the way to start the day. Something bad must have happened. While they can touch living beings, the only ways a Ghost-Type could kidnap someone, without the victim easily escaping, would be to either store them inside of themselves or take their soul. Are their any bodies around?"
"No, just an empty sleeping bag."
"Then it is likely the work of a Cof@grigus."
"How could we get them out?"
"There is the more safe yet difficult method and the more dangerous, yet easier method. If you somehow follow the Cofagirgus without losing it and find where it stores its mummies, you can free the victims. However, if you allow yourself to be captured and somehow escape the wrappings, you can fight back and free the victims if you defeat the Cof@grigus."
Sydney waddled over to York. "What does it do with the mummies?"
"It is widely believed that Cof@grigus kidnap people to use them as trophies. The more mummies one has, the more skilled it is. Some theorize that the bandages a Cof@grigus' makes mummies with are linked to its life force. When that life force is depleted, rather when Cof@grigus is defeated in battle, those bandages automatically unravel. Whether or not this is true is unknown."
"Thanks, Dextera." York put the Pokédex back in his pocket. "I think that's our best bet, then." The group circled around him. "Either beat the crap out of a Cof@grigus and hope the people can find their way out, or have someone act as bait."
"There's something we're not thinking about." One of the female guests stepped forward. "In the story, a Banette drew the characters to where Cof@grigus got them. What would happen here?"
Everyone turned their eyes to John and Brenda.
Brenda looked at John then the group. "We haven't seen any Banette or Shuppet either. I think I know what kind of Pokémon might help a Cof@grigus in kidnapping, though."
John picked up where she left off. "Wild Litwick often leech off of the life of others to provide themselves sustenance. It would make sense for a wild Litwick, which could be mistaken for Brenda's, to lead someone astray, right to a Cof@grigus after they've had their fill of the person's energy."
"So we don't trust any Litwick unless it's sitting on Brenda's head?"
"It'd be safest that way." Said John.
"How should we handle this?" Split up or go together?"
"I don't think it matters. Someone got scooped yesterday and we didn't notice. Same thing during the night. They must just, like disappear or something before Cof@grigus gets them. Doesn't matter if we go in groups."
York sighed and ruffled his hair. "How about this? I do the more dangerous approach."
"What?!" Sydney stood right in front of him, extremely close to him. "Why would you do something like that?"
"I have Colonel, so if I get tied up, he can help. Then we get everyone out of the bandages and bust a hole in the wall. I'll call you when I'm done."
She grabbed his shoulders. "You can't! How do you plan on getting Colonel to help you if you're arms are tied?"
"Have him out when I get captured. We'll end up wherever it takes us together." When Sydney continued to stare up at him with eyes full of worry, he patted her head. "I said I'd keep you safe, right? If I face the problem head on and get rid of it, won't I be doing that?"
A man scratched his forehead. "Personally, I'd stick with my girlfriend in a time like this, kid."
"She's just my best friend." He gently pried her off of his shoulders. "I'll be safe, I promise."
John clenched his fist. "I'm not sure how I feel about this: letting a guest do something so dangerous. You were my responsibility."
York smiled at the man. "It's not like you knew the Cof@grigus were here. I don't see how you could be blamed. Your higher ups, maybe. Just get everyone outside and away from the tower. I'll catch up as soon as possible."
"I never thought this would come in handy." John picked up his bag and took out a grappling hook and rope. "We'll rappel down with these. We'll be outside and away from here in a matter of minutes."
"Good luck!" Brenda bowed to York. "I hope you come back with everyone!"
Everyone hurried over to the window, taking out their own grappling hooks. Sydney was the last to get her things. She looked on as York disappeared down the hall, walking tall and brave.
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About the Cof@grigus thing: apparently, I can't spell the name of that Pokémon because a certain word is in the middle of it. If anyone would rather read Co***rigus than Conf@grigus, just say something. I have no doubt people will know which Pokémon is being talked about anyway.
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