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Mort was a bit annoyed, even though his journey was only beginning. The route looked rather generic; trees, grass, and boring Pokemon. Mort hadn't seen an exciting one all day. All he had seen so far were Pidgey and Rattata, and they weren't something that Mort was too keen on capturing. Everyone who was ever a Pokemon trainer had probably caught a Pidgey in their life, or something of the sort. He wanted something that was a little out of the ordinary, but not something that would be overly difficult to capture. Mort, however, was having a bit of a difficulty with this and such wasn't really enjoying himself as much as he probably should have been.

With a huff, Mort tugged the sweatshirt he had previously been wearing off and slung it over his shoulder. He glanced down, a bit unsurprised to find a bit of the previous night's dinner on his white shirt. Mort rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath about needing to learn to eat slower, and then came to a halt in the middle of the road. He could have sworn...Mort glanced over his shoulder and looked at the bit of trees that was thicker than the rest. Thicker and darker. Mort's head cocked to the side, and he headed on over to investigate.

It didn't take long for Mort to wonder over there, and by the time he did Mort was beginning to think that he had imagined the flash of red and rustle of limbs. Craning his neck in a likely futile attempt to see what was up there, Mort frowned when he found nothing. No Pokemon, no people, nada. Mort heaved a soft sigh and then turned around, only to twitch in annoyance when there was a rustle that came from directly behind him. Quickly spinning around, Mort knew that he couldn't have mistaken it this time. There was a Pokemon in there, and Mort was going to drag it out. He wanted it, because it seemed different.

"Alright, Sneasel, I guess we could give this a shot," Mort grumbled, fumbling a moment with the ball before finally pressing the button and releasing his dark Pokemon. "Use scratch on the red thing!" Mort ordered as soon as Sneasel materialized.

Sneasel glanced at him unsurely, and then darted into the trees. There was a harsh beat of wings, and then a growl came from Sneasel. Within moments, there was a rustle and then a Hoothoot was being flung over Mort's head, landing with a thud on the ground a few feet away. Sneasel leaped out of the dense brush and shook himself, eyeing the Hoothoot with a harsh gaze of fire. Sneasel's claws, now that Mort actually stared at them in battle, looked almost breathtakingly sharp. Mort smirked, and then glanced at the Hoothoot. It was standing now, looking rather peeved at having been disturbed.

"Nice going, Sneasel," Mort said, pleased with his Pokemon's effort. "Go in with a taunt to start. When Hoothoot goes in to attack you, counter with scratch and just keep it up." Mort figured that this strategy would work for a while, because the Hoothoot didn't look particularly brilliant, by any means. It just stood there, staring rather blankly at Sneasel while it hopped about on one foot. Mort wasn't really even sure why he wanted the odd little Pokemon, but he figured that it didn't matter now.

Sneasel smirked at the Hoothoot, lifting its claws and twitching them towards himself. The Hoothoot's red eyes narrowed and it began to hop toward Sneasel, who crouched into a stance and got ready. The Hoothoot came quickly, but Sneasel disappeared in a flash and reappeared behind the Hoothoot, slashing its claws across Hoothoot's back in a scratch attack. Mort gave his Pokemon a slight smile, proud to see that Sneasel seemed to be a lot quicker than Mort had figured at first. Mort, though a bit sadly, figured this wouldn't be a difficult battle. With Hoothoot just charging in, there was really no cause for major error.

"Hoo," the Hoothoot tweeted, charging at Sneasel head on once more. Sneasel ducked the attack, about to go in for another quick scratch, when suddenly Hoothoot managed to whip around and slam into Sneasel with a heavy tackle that knocked the both to the ground. Hoothoot quickly fluttered off of Sneasel, using its tiny wings to keep it afloat. Sneasel slowly got up, shaking his head and rubbing it. Mort frowned, a bit annoyed at what had just occurred.

"I guess it's time to do something a bit different," Mort murmured under his breath, eyeing the blinking Hoothoot. It didn't seem to keen on attacking just yet, so Mort figured that he had a pretty good shot. "Sneasel, use leer and then follow with scratch! Try to make this one be the last hit, that way it'll be over." Mort wanted this to be done, because he wanted to capture the odd bird and be on his way.

Sneasel finally seemed to snap out of his little daze with the order. He slipped into a fighting stance, giving Hoothoot a murderous look that made the bird shudder where it stood. Hoothoot soon began to quiver, looking positively terrified. Mort smirked a satisfied smirk as he watched. Sneasel was making a good impact in the battle already. Mort could tell that Sneasel would be his best Pokemon no matter what; like no other Pokemon could match Sneasel's skill even if they tried. Finally zoning back in to the battle, Mort caught just enough of it to see Hoothoot get slammed to the ground by a quick scratch, and then Sneasel shove its face into the dirt with his foot.

"Good job, Sneasel. It seems like this battle is almost over," Mort said confidently. "Let up on the Hoothoot a bit, and let it come to you. Once it has, go and use scratch once more." Mort, though he had been wrong all the previous times he had thought it would be the final move before he got out the orb, figured this was it. Hoothoot looked broken and ready to crumble, and Sneasel was doing a magnificent job of taming the flying type. Mort was impressed, and he was happy.

Sneasel moved away from the Hoothoot silently, eyeing the brown Pokemon as it slowly got back up and gave itself the once over. Once Hoothoot was satisfied with the results, it turned a glare that Mort hadn't seen before on Sneasel. The bird tweeted angrily, and then began to flutter about as if it was having a temper tantrum. The bird charged forward, surprising Sneasel and knocking it over before he could do anything about that. Mort cursed under his breath, frowning at the Hoothoot's newfound rage. The bird was fluttering about like a madman, or a chicken with its head cut off. With slight amusement, Mort sort of noticed that the Hoothoot DID look like a giant head.

"Hoot! Hoo!" the bird tweeted with something akin to a growl. Mort's eyebrow arched and a funny expression came to his face. He didn't know that birds could growl like that.

"Erm..." Mort muttered, scratching the side of his head. "Alright then, Sneasel it's time to stop playing around. This will be our final attack no matter what. So attack with scratch, and make it count!" Mort ordered, eyebrows furrowing as he gave the command.

Sneasel growled right back at the Hoothoot and then darted in. Hoothoot charged forward, but Sneasel easily evaded the head on attack. He moved fluidly and slipped right by, whipping around and slamming his claws into the back of the Hoothoot's giant head. Hoothoot let out a cry and fell to the ground, slowly getting back up. Sneasel was on it once more, however. He slammed his claws into Hoothoot's front this time, knocking the Pokemon back a few feet and sending it skidding into the ground. Hoothoot let out a soft, almost pathetic, tweet as it tried to get up. It faltered and fell back down, red eyes open wide and staring blankly at the sky.

"Excellent job, Sneasel," Mort said. He grabbed one of the spherical Pokeballs from the strap of his bag and pushed the button to increase the size. The ball expanded and, soon enough, Mort tossed it. The Hoothoot was engulfed in a burst of red light that swirled as the ball closed. Seconds later, the ball began to tremble.
 
Route 29

The sun seemed to me smiling right down on Henry. He used his hands to make a visor to protect his eyes. Ava was prancing around in front of Henry; swishing her fluffy tail and putting one paw in front of the other each step she took.

"Stop showing off, no one can see you." Henry chuckled to his Eevee. Ava stopped and frowned at him.

"But I can." Smiled a petite, blond girl. She flashed her long lashes towards Henry.

Henry blushed. She was kinda cute.

"Mind if we have a battle?" She asked pulling out a pokeball.

Henry rubbed his red hair. "Um, sure, I guess." He mumbled.

Battle

"Come on out Bell!" She smiled as she tossed out the pokemon. The pokeball opened and a white glow shot up into the air. The glow went away and the Pokemon appeared. It leapt up in the air, did a back flip, and then landed in battling stance. The girl grinned. "Bet you can't do that!" She giggled. "By the way, my name is Daisy."

Henry frowned. He couldn't do that. He pulled out his Pokedex and pointed it to the pokemon.
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A Bellsprout's thin and flexible body lets it bend and sway to avoid any attack, however strong it may be. From its mouth, it leaks a fluid that melts even iron.

So he was gonna have to use speed in this match. "Ava come on!" He called for his Eevee that was occupied attacking a flower. She noticed that she was needed and pranced over to Henry.

"You can start." Daisy winked.

"Tackle!" Ava charged towards the walking weed. But it just swayed it's body around and dodged the attack. "Vine whip!" She called.

Two vines came shooting out from Bell and was headed right for Ava.
"Use tail whip." Henry gritted his teeth. Ava swooped her tail around and avoided the attack. "Tackle!" Henry called. Ava once again tried to tackle but it just failed.

"Vine whip!" The vines came at Ava and began smacking her. Her cries of pain frightened Henry.

Henry though for a moment. If it's body is so flexible then I will have to attack from the sky. "Ava jump high up!" Ava nodded and leaped up into the sky.

"Huh?" Daisy said confused. "Eevee can't fly. Unless it is evolving....YOUR EEVEE IS EVOLVING! YOU EEVEE IS EVOLVING INTO A FLYING TYPE! A FLYYYYYING TYPE!" She started bouncing up and down. "I always wanted to see an eeveelution!"

Henry smacked his forehead. "Eevee doesn't have a flying type evolution."

"Now use tackle right for it's head!" Eevee plummeted down towards Bell.

"Hurry move!" She screamed. But the Bellsprout just looked up and gasped.

Like Trainer like Pokemon. Henry thought.

Eevee hit Bell head on. The Bellsprout crashed down into the ground and fainted. Daisy cried and picked up her defeated pokemon.

"All right!" Henry ran towards Ava who was panting heavily. "You did awesome!" He picked up the Pokemon and began to walk away. Daisy just looked at the boy and wiped her tears away.

Back on the Route

"Why are there so many trees!" Henry growled. He was holding his sleeping pokemon in his arms as he wandered on the Route. In the distance he saw an old run down house. Most of the paint was missing, weeds grew along side the house, the roof seemed to have tiny holes in it, and the door had moss on it.

Henry ran towards it. "Maybe they have food!" He said happily.
 
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Route 29

It hit Lexi. It hit Lexi hard.
She was all alone on a journey. The thought suddenly frightened her. The route seemed too quiet. The trees started to close in on her, and claustrophobia was setting in. Before she was consumed, Lexi remembered her new friend.

"Come on, Bulbasaur!" Lexi said. The Pokéball in her hand flashed and a Bulbasaur was standing in front of her. He stared at Lexi, his eyes full of trust and friendship.
"Bulbasaur's kinda a mouth full, huh?" She briefly wondered how something so seemingly pure and gentle could fight. "Maybe I should give you a nickname," Lexi thought about names for a Pokémon. She had named her dolls at home German names, because that language always seemed so interesting to say. After a few minutes of deliberation, Bulbasaur seemed bored, and was staring away from Lexi.
"Uhh, fine. You can be Grunny. Do you like that?" She asked. Bulbasaur's attention didn't waver from the horizon, and he seemed very indifferent. "Grunny it is then," Lexi said, slightly annoyed at her Bulbasaur that wasn't paying any attention to her. She turned towards where Grunny was looking, and saw why his attention was diverted.

A purple mouse Pokémon looked to be nibbling on something in the distance. Lexi had seen Rattata's before, and was sure that's what it was. They weren't notorious for being very tough, so Lexi thought they were in for an easy battle.
"Ya wanna battle him, Grunny?" Lexi asked. Grunny nodded his head quickly, while keeping his eyes on the Rattata. "Let's get a closer look, then"

Battle with Rattata

Lexi and Bulbasaur inched closer to Rattata, to keep the element of surprise on their side. Quietly, Lexi pulled the Pokédex out of her bag, and pointed it at the Rattata. An electronical voice stated

'Rattata, the Mouse Pokémon

A Forest Pokémon, Rattata. It likes cheese, nuts, fruits, and berries. It also comes out into open fields to steal food from stupid travelers.'


Lexi snickered at the description, and wondered if the Rattata had stolen it's meal of Oran Berries.
"You ready, Grunny?" Lexi asked tensely. Grunny let out a quiet, but boastful "Bulb!" and bent his knees, looking very ready for a fight.

"Quick, use tackle!" Lexi called. The Rattata looked up from his meal and saw a Bulbasaur charging at him. Rattata jumped up, and Grunny ran straight past where Rattata had been, and bumped head first into a massive tree. The only damage dealt had been to Bulbasaur.
"Oh!" Lexi said, startled. "Well, get back up, and tackle him again!"
Grunny did as told, but the Rattata evaded his attack again, and this time tackled Grunny after he stopped racing towards him.
"Maybe this won't be so easy," said Lexi with furrowed brows. "Come 'mere Grunny," Grunny walked dejectedly back to his owner.
"Wait for the Rattata to attack, and evade him, then tackle. Just like he did. Okay Grunny?" The Bulbasaur looked like he understood and stared intensely at the Rattata, waiting for an attack.
Rattata looked bored, and saw that Grunny wasn't going to make a move. Quickly, Rattata ran towards Grunny, preparing to tackle him. Grunny jumped unsteadily over the attacking Pokémon and then tackled him from behind. The Rattata took the blow very hard, but got back up after a few long moments.
"Okay, he's pretty weak, get him again!" Lexi cheered, sounding a bit like a cheer leader. Grunny waited for the Rattata to charge at him again, and he did, but much faster. Poor Grunny didn't have time to even think before he was hit with a devastating blow. Grunny barely got back up, and he was covered in dirt and leaves. Grunny looked pretty pitiful, with a myriad of wounds and scratches.

"We can't risk another blow like that," Lexi said to herself. Then she thought of how she could help. Swiftly, she swung her large bag off of her back and unzipped the largest pocket. After a short search through her basically empty bag, she found the Potion her mom had insisted on giving Lexi for her journey.
"Thanks Mom," Lexi mumbled under her breath, and sprayed Grunny with a light mist of medicine. In just a moment, Grunny looked good as new. Maybe better. "Okay, be ready this time, buddy. Evade and tackle again,"

The Rattata looked furious and ran to Grunny. He was prepared this time and leaped above his running foe. Grunny turned around and tackled the Rattata head on, with no restraint. Rattata fell back a foot or two, and fainted. Grunny had won.

Route 29

"Oh my gosh, Grunny!" Lexi gushed, "You won your first battle! It looked so hard. I could never be as brave as you!" she laid it on thick. Grunny beamed at Lexi and rubbed his broad head against her legs.
"We need to get on with our journey," she emphasized our. "Hey, do you see that building?" There was a roof and chimney peeking at them behind a thicket of trees. "Maybe they'll have potions for sale there,"

They soon arrived at the building. Or what they thought was a building. On closer inspection, they couldn't tell what it was. The door was swinging off of it's rusted hinges and the wooden steps had rot through. Bricks had fallen off of the house - or whatever it had been. All around, it looked like a disaster area.

"Well, they could still have a potion or something here," Lexi smiled weakly, trying to coat her words in optimism. Grunny just looked at her with an exasperated expression, shook his head, and trudged onward to the... obstruction.
 
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You approach the house and see the appearance. You aren't sure if it's even safe within it's four rundown walls, but maybe investigating it is still worth the effort. In the end, you decide it is worth it, and trod into what you think will be darkness, but it is actually quite lit: The holes in the roof and walls provide openings for light to enter the building.

It appears to just be an old home, run down by weather and other natural effects. However, there is more lurking here than you might think...

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  • Growl
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(Keep in mind you don't have to encounter anything, you can just go for a quick walk in and leave and continue on the Route for the post, or if you want to capture/battle something, feel free.)
 
Chapter 3: The Haunted House of Route 29! The Reminders of the Past!

The inside of the house, too, was pretty bad. In fact, the house seemed barren, as if it wasn't even a house at all! There were two old desks that were rotting away, and warped, but other then that, that's all that was there. "Man, this place must have been cleared out." Said Adrian, holding his stomach. "And there's hardly any cover. Damn, I was hoping to get some cover." Adrian limped in and leaned against one of the desks, when he noticed a door. "What the? What's in there?"

Adrian groaned before walking over, and opening the door, which fell off of its hinges revealing a room. This was more like a house then the other room, so people lived here at one point. "Man, this place is a wreck, I wonder what happened? Hm?" Adrian noticed something. He knelled to the ground and picked it up. It was a black cloth with a red R on it. "What's this?" Adrian walked to the middle of the room and saw a book. He decided to open it, before looking down at the page.

'With the fall of Team Rocket, this place is useless. We never got the chance to use it. Ghosts, too, are starting to appear, and we're stressing out even more. Nothing here we can do to save our team. We're almost done packing.' Adrian turned the page and gasped, the right page was splattered with blood, but while the left had some on it, there was enough to read. 'The ghosts are getting more unstable, they're teaming up to take down our pokemon, and they're trying to kill us all! M-Mary, and Johnathan are both d-dead, I'm the last one. My Mightyena was able to scare them off, but I can't leave the room. I'm going to die. If anyone is reading this, then get o-.' And the writing stopped there, blood filling the rest of the page. Adrian closed the journal and looked around.

"Mudkip, come on out!" Exclaimed Adrian, sending out his mud-fish pokemon. The pokemon looked around, somewhat scared. "Let's go, before something happens." The two move to walk out of the door, which was now back on its hinges, but it slammed shut before he could get there. "Damn! They know we're here!"

Suddenly a couple of wisps appeared. Gastlys. This room was covered completely, shutting out any option of escape. Adrian put on his sunglasses and looked for a window. "Let's go, now!" Adrian picked up Mudkip and dashed to the side, the Gastlys following, picking up a couple of Misdreavous along the way. They were quickly catching up to Adrian, who pulled up his hood to cover his head, and jumped through the window out into the sunlight. Most of the ghosts stopped right there, except a lone Gastly, who flew out into the sunlight, only to get burned. "That's it!"

(Battle: Adrian vs Vengeful Gastly)

"Mudkip, use Mud Slap, now!" Mudkip shivered as the Gastly flew after them, pissed off that it was in pain. Mudkip, as it came closer, panicked and attacked with a tackle, passing through the ghost, who didn't stop, and instead went after Adrian, who jumped to the side, avoiding the lick that could freeze him in his tracks.

"Gastly!" Howled Gastly, pissed off at Adrian. Mudkip steeled its nerves and attacked with the ground type move... super effective. The ghost went down! Adrian tossed a pokeball at it, but the ball of gas floated up, escaping the pokeball's reach, and effectively getting back into the fight. Gastly rushed up to the Mudkip, but said fish was able to get away in time to cause Gastly to miss.

"Use Mud Slap one more time!" Exclaimed Adrian. Mudkip looked at Gastly, who was heading straight towards them, and was frozen in fear before getting licked. What resulted was sparks around Mudkip. "Paralysis! Damn." Gastly moved to strike again, but Mudkip was able to move out of the way. "Use Mud Slap this time! It works really well in repelling this creature!" Mudkip seemed to understand this, and tossed more dirt at the orb of poison, who was hurt by the attack.

Gastly stared at Mudkip, its eyes glowing blue. Adrian smirked, that attack was useless as Mudkip is now. "Finish it with Mud Slap!" Mudkip sent more mud at the Gastly, knocking it to the ground. It was down again. "Pokeball, go!" Adrian tossed the pokeball at Gastly, enclosing it.

One... two... three... and...

(To be continued)
 
The ball stopped moments later, dinging and causing Mort to take note of his successful capture. Mort's shoulders sank from a tense position to relaxed in a matter of moments, and then he walked over and scooped the ball into his hand. Mort looked at it for a moment, and then compressed it and tucked it underneath the first ball on his strap. He glanced at Sneasel, and then complimented his Pokemon on the successful job once more. Then Mort grabbed Sneasel's ball and returned the dark type, tucking it away in the same manner as he had Hoothoot's just moments after. Mort was about to continue along the route, when he eyed the dark portion for a moment. Without really weighing his options, Mort headed into the trees, wondering what exactly was back there shrouded in the shadows.

It wasn't long after that Mort came upon an odd looking house. It looked broken and battered, most likely by cause of rain and mother nature's hold. Mort walked up cautiously, eyeing the place for any movement, and then touched the tips of his fingers lightly to the rotting wood. Mort's mouth opened slightly as he touched it, and then his gaze fell upon the door. Mort thought for a second, and then headed over to the door with another curious eye. He pushed it open softly, watching it swing inward to reveal the darkness of the house.

"I wonder if anything actually lives here," Mort whispered, taking a cautious step forward to test the rotting planks of the front porch. Mort, finding them strong enough, headed on into the house, mind full of wonder. He was thinking of just taking a quick look and then departing, but the door swung shut behind him suddenly. Mort winced, glancing over his shoulder rather nervously. He had a funny feeling his question had just been answered, and whatever did live in the house didn't like Mort's intrusion. Mort licked his lips and kept a weary eye out as he scanned the barren room, but was unable to see anything there. Mort was about to head over to the door, when suddenly there was a soft voice on the wind. Mort's head snapped over his shoulder, and hovering directly there was a ghost.

"Gas," it whispered, voice just as eerie as the rest of the house. Mort stared into the beady black eyes, watching as they suddenly shifted to gigantic burning red orbs of flame and death. Mort swallowed harshly, taking an involuntary step back as the ghost floated there silently. Another ghost materialized next to the Gastly, taking form of yet another ball of smoke. Mort eyed the pair hesitantly, hand reaching for Sneasel and Hoothoot's Pokeballs. Before he could even grasp the surface of the ball, however, the first Gastly let out a harsh cry and then the room burst into flame. Mort let out a surprised yelp and stumbled backward, falling onto a pit of fire. He snapped his eyes shut, awaiting the burning death that was sure to come.

Though Mort hadn't expected it, nothing happened. The two ghosts continued to hover there in an innocent way, eyeing Mort curiously as he squabbled and scrambled about. The first Gastly then began to chuckle darkly, exposing two perfectly pointed teeth. The other Gastly cocked its body to the side and rolled about in the air jokingly, and as Mort watched he figured that they were making fun of him. Mort's face burned red with shame and embarrassment as he stood, brushing the cobwebs from the floor off of his body.

"Stupid Pokemon," he grumbled, glaring at the offending pair. The Gastly stopped their antics immediately, eyeing Mort with a critical gaze that remained steady.

"Gasss," the second Gastly hissed, finally deciding (or so it seemed) to be offended by Mort's comment.

"You'll regret it, if you provoke me," Mort challenged, eyebrows furrowing as he glared at the Pokemon. They cackled simultaneously. Mort's upper lip curled in annoyance, and he finally brought his hand down on the two Pokeballs. With two quick pushes of their respective buttons, the Pokeballs burst open with the white light that Mort hoped would signal the Gastly's demise. Before Mort, Sneasel and Hoothoot appeared. Hoothoot looked more confused than anything, but Sneasel looked crouched and ready to fight. Mort resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the Hoothoot, and then smirked at the Gastly, who looked a bit more concerned.

"Sneasel," Sneasel growled, claws gleaming in the slits of sunlight that protruded through the roof. He smirked at the Gastly, who glanced at each other silently. Hoothoot cocked her head to the side, eyes rolling from Mort to Sneasel and finally to the Gastly.

"Sneasel, attack one of them with leer to lower th..." Mort trailed off, eyes widening as a horrible thought dawned on him. Sneasel's scratch wasn't a dark attack, so it wouldn't work at all. Mort cursed, wishing that Sneasel knew more attacks than a normal type one that would do no good. Mort then pulled out his Pokedex, moving it over Hoothoot and quickly scanning the bird. He groaned when he found that all Hoothoot knew was tackle and growl, neither of which would be helpful. "Alright, never mind then. Sneasel, use taunt. Hoothoot, you use growl as often as possible," Mort commanded, glancing behind himself and eyeing the bright sunlight that he knew the Gastly wouldn't dare enter.

The Gastly blinked, and then began to chortle again. Mort glowered at them, as did Sneasel. Hoothoot simply gave them a blank stare, and then let out the same tweeting growl as it had used against Sneasel. The Gastly both twitched, but other than that they gave no inclination as to how badly the attack had hurt them. Mort frowned, watching silently as Sneasel gave them a taunting gesture, making the Gastly's eyes narrow in sheer anger. With a ghostly wail, the Gastly both charged right for them.

"Sneasel, leap up to the ceiling," Mort commanded quickly. Sneasel glanced at Mort, but quickly sprang upwards, barely dodging the attacks and leaving Hoothoot to fend for herself. "Dodge their attacks just for a bit, Hoothoot," Mort ordered, eyeing Sneasel. "Now Sneasel, crack open the ceiling more!" Mort ordered, having to shout over the cries of the angered Gastly. The Gastly, however, were paying no attention to his orders and were zoned completely in on Hoothoot. She glowered at them, giving them warning growls as they drifted closer. One of the Gastly stuck out their tongue, and dragged it up Hoothoot's body. Hoothoot didn't even flinch, and continued growling.

"Sne!" Sneasel growled, slamming his claws down into the woodwork.

Mort, temporarily distracted by the noise, quickly looked back to check on Hoothoot. He had to admit, he was a bit surprised to find the Pokemon not even bothered by the attacks the Gastly were using. Mort blinked slowly, and then realized what was happening. The Gastly were using lick, a ghost type move that dealt no damage to normal type Pokemon. Mort smirked, satisfied, and then glanced back up at Sneasel. He could focus all of his attention on Sneasel, simply because the Gastly had no other choice to attack and their attacks weren't exactly working on Hoothoot.

"Keep going, Sneasel," Mort ordered. He glanced at Hoothoot quickly, though he knew the bird was safe. Then he looked at Sneasel, and nearly cursed when he saw that there were thousands of tiny cracks in the roof. Mort's eyebrows pulled together, for he was unsure if the roof would hold, and he didn't want the entire thing to come down. "Sneasel, stand up," Mort ordered, watching as his dark type stood up on the roof, looking at Mort curiously through a small hole. "Now leap up and come down with your claws!"

It was then that Sneasel nodded, and leaped. It was also then that Hoothoot let out a sharp tweet and seemed to finally become very annoyed that she couldn't attack the Gastly. She tried to hit them, but each time she tried the poor bird simply floated through their bodies. The Gastly continued to try licking her, but that didn't exactly work either. It was like a never ending cycle, and it made Mort roll his eyes. Moments later, there was a sharp crunch as Sneasel fell through the roof, opening a gap that allowed the sun to shine directly down on Hoothoot and the two Gastly. The roof didn't cave in by any means, but the ghosts were still caught in the rays. They let out horrible shrieks and snapped their eyes shut, floating about in agony as they tried to find a dark patch. Once they floated backwards and did so, the ghosts opened their eyes and glared at Mort, who smirked.

"Good job, you two," Mort commented, backing away from the house slowly. Hoothoot fluttered over to him and perched on his shoulder, cooing in his ear happily. Mort's lips twitched and he continued backwards, eyeing the Gastly wearily. Once he had safely made it out of the house, Mort called for Sneasel. His dark type leaped from the roof, landing on the ground with hardly a thump. Mort recalled both his Pokemon then, and quickly continued his way along the route.
 
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