GENGAR

Ｙａ ｇｏｔ ｍｅ Ɩ'ԼԼ MƛƘЄ ƖƬ ƛԼԼ ƁЄƬƬЄƦ Fσя υѕ вσтh, Ɓє му ραωη --- Indie Gengar OC. Tracks: poltergeistism.

[poltergeistism]

mindofperfection

         "--Heeeey there, gramps! Don't you think it's a little              bit past the time for a midnight stroll? Wouldn't want              you to get hurt, now would we?"

[poltergeistism]

espriit

            It was never hard to differentiate a real, living-body             from one that was under control by another entity. In             fact, it was pathetically easy. They excluded such vile             waves that tickled Casper's fur like wind on grass-- so             heinous that it was delectably soothing. This spirit was             either a lost and broken spirit or one that was out for blood          -- out to wreak havoc anywhere they went.

                       A poltergeist.

                                Not so unlike the dastardly Gengar himself.

                                                   "Heeeeey! Nice skin!" He                                                     sarcastically oozed, his grin as                                                     broad and wide as his sheltered                                                     malice. "Who'd ya take it from, b u d d y?"

[poltergeistism]

--

[rancxr-blog]

         ❝Darlin’                 do me a fav-or and hold these needles.                 In your eye-s would be the very best place for them.                 It shouldn’t be too much of a p-r-o-b-l-e-m❞

[poltergeistism]

        "-Awwww! Practicing for your owner that you'll never see again?            How c u t e! Keep it up! I'm sure it'll make them put you right            back in the trash-- because, well-- how was it n o t your fault?"

[pingponghxro-deactivated2014120]

Of course, Peco couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto his face. Of course he was talented, of course he’s going places, he’s the best in the world. Or, at least, on the way to be. There’s still the nationals, but that’s a piece of cake! What he didn’t need, though, was this kind of forceful banter like he wasn’t already making the best of it. A singular paddle isn’t going to propel him any further, he can fly his own way to the top. 

Placing a hand between the paddle and his chest, the kid shook his head. “Engine’s been on for a while, don’t worry about it.  I got enough paddles to spare, why not mess with it yourself? You might find something to enjoy in it!” He snickered, the hand hovering between the two of them flashing a thumbs up as he finally opened his eyes back up. Keeping them shut was getting tiring, and for all he knew, Casper could have turned into some gigantic monster by now.

Which would also be awesome. Though, Peco quickly remembered his dilemma here. How the hell is he getting away from this thing? Even if he did have an excuse, would Casper let him out of his sight? Although he seemed a bit more giddy on the outside, a nervous twitch accompanied his smile as he pondered escape ideas. J-Just what the hell was this thing getting at with that weirdly phrased 'good souls' thing?!

Uh… Is that worth it? It probably wouldn’t work, but he might as well try. Reaching into his pocket, Peco withdrew a standard ping pong ball, spinning it against the back of his hand before bumping it in Casper’s general direction with a grin. “I’d love to hang about, you know, but Obaba’s waiting for me. I’m supposed to be coaching some kids right now, and I really can’t be late, you know? So, could you just keep the paddle, and I’ll be off, Casper?” 

This is so not going to work.

[poltergeistism]

              Casper could taste the other's fear-- a taste so sweet that he couldn't help but chuckle in a sickening delight. It didn't take a lick of effort for Casper to know that the other was uncomfortable. Peco was fearful of what he might do. Of what he would do. It was like watching a novice clown in the midst of a crown, unsure of the punchline and forgetting their red nose. Peco must have known that he was in Casper's world-- Casper's grasp. A grasp so tight that even if he let go, he could just be snatched up once again.

               Calmly, Casper caught the leisurely falling ball with just one hand. Despite how peaceful his face was, Casper's fingers clenched down on the ball like a spider on its prey. His grin was wide and his appearance was placid, but deep down he was growing a tad impatient.

               Impatient with how long it's taking to get to the good part.

              "Really?" Rolled the Gengar, his tone peppered with a bittersweet spice. "Well, I wouldn't want to keep such a young lad from his duties! It's really not nice to keep others waiting, and it's even worse to break promises! Just imagine the kiddies' faces if you didn't make it in time."

               Taking a few steps forward, Casper was directly adjacent to Peco. With his hands by his side and swaying gently, he cocked his head with a toothy grin. "Mind if I tag along? These parts of town aren't too... well, let's just say-- keen-- when you're by yourself. It'll be safer for the both of us this way, and it'll even give us some time to chat a bit more! Of course, you're free to go by yourself-- I won't force myself on you. But I can't guarantee that others would be as,"

                 A pause, cold and empty.

                                     "--k i n d."

[glassmemoir-blog]

           "Casper, when ya asked if I can cook stuff, I assume ya mean’ food. I ain’ bringin’ people ta my home so ya’ll can feed offa ‘em.

—Be don’ have tha police up here every day…”

[poltergeistism]

         "Lighten up a little, Nicole! We both know that I'd never do anything like that!"

              "--Don't you have faith in me, Nicky-doll?"

[thunderstonereject]

[“Huh?”] Realizing just what he was hugging, Raichu perks up and pulls himself away from the specter, slipping his way out of their hold. [“Oh! Sorry about that.”] Landing on his feet, the rodent stares up at the Gengar with an apologetic grin, paw raising to scratch sheepishly at his cheek, this wasn’t a Pokémon he was familiar with and here he was all up in their face. [“I uh, thought you were someone else, but hugs are pretty nice yeah?”] 

[poltergeistism]

       Casper didn't care about what the other was saying,        but the hug was indeed a tasty treat. It wasn't because        the other's fur was gentle and soothing against his own        but because it allowed him a chance to get in. A chance        to get buddy-buddy with the creature-- to have yet another        puppet to string along until he was bored and ready to break it.        If this Raichu was foolish enough to hug someone he did not        know, then what else would he do because of a lack of        perspective?

                        Just the sheer thought of it sent a wave of sick,                         heinous ecstasy through his round body.

                              "No, no!" Casper chirped, his smile crawling with a                                false sense of glee and his posture as leisure as                                leaves. "It's fine, stud! I mean, dang-- if we worried                                about every little thing, then that'd just make it                                harder to befriend others. You didn't do me any                                harm, so no need to be so shy."

[glassmemoir-blog]

         "O’ course I do, Casper. I’s how I make my own food. I only bough’ all those pineapples was cause ya said they were yer favori’es. I mean…is there somethin’ else ya wan’?"

[poltergeistism]

           "World domination and weak as shit bitches to mess with, please!"                                  "--I knew you'd understand!"

[poltergeistism]

glassmemoir

         "--Don't you know how to cook? Pineapples aren't really going to last forever,              now are they?"

[thunderstonereject]

Have an affectionate chu leaping into your arms and brushing his nose against your chin.

[poltergeistism]

         Disgusting, disgusting, d i s g u s t i n g. But instead          of grinding them into the dirt, he just stood there; smile          broad and his eyes bright.

                  Why pass up the chance to add another puppet                    to his collection of unfortunate fools?

                          "Keh!" Blurted the ghost, his tone warm but his                            thoughts malevolent. "Awwwww, someone's                            quite the little bugger today, huh?"

[rxckoon-deactivated20150124]

-☢-

Never in his life did Rockoon believe he could meet someone with a bigger pottymouth then his old ‘partner’, Doubling.

Oh, how wrong he was.

For once in his life, the raccoon was actually at a loss for a comeback. This barely happened—it might be the second, or even the first—and the fact that this was happening now was quite impressive, though the strange little ghoul might not know that.

As Casper went on, Rockoon found himself getting quite agitated. There he was, standing there, looking stunned and stupid, while this bad-mouthed purple blob went on mocking him! 

Well, if he was going to have a hard time with words, there was only one other way Rockoon knew how to make someone’s day awful. His stunned gaze was slowly reverting back to its usual, cheeky grin as he started plotting how to get the ghost back.

❝Wow. I bet ya scare birds outta the trees with that language, huh?❞

❝But, yeah, sure, I can make it fun for ya, my short, plump friend! Hoohoo! I do have one question, though.❞

The grin on his face and his voice remained as casual yet cheeky as ever, easily hiding the secret spiteful wickedness buried deep underneath.

❝Howdya feel ‘bout explosives?❞

[poltergeistism]

              Casper knew that was a threat-- it had to be. He could tell the other was trying to be witty-- to act as innocent as they were, even though they just wanted to wipe his grin off of his face. Normally, Casper would've sat back and played along, letting a "puppet" go on and think they were in control.

                But he was hungry for confrontation.

               Hungry for domination.

                Keeping his crimson eyes on the other, the Gengar happily waltzed towards the other with both hands held out. His stubby legs carried him halfway, but soon gave way and allowed him to leisurely skim the air like a boat across water. His grin grew, magnifying; stretched his face like clay, too. Casper had his own 'plans.' but his look screamed that he would be a hell of a lot more vocal about it.

             "--Do you really think that half-assed attempt at threatening me is going to help you? Going to scare something that's already dead?"

                 Lovingly, he pat the other's head and soon began to stroke. Gently and sweetly, Casper trailed one finger down to the other's coal-black nose before continuing. "I knew you were a piece of shit, but you're STUPID, too!? Unless you want me to keep that mouth sealed with an acid that just SCREAMS hot, then think twice before opening it! Otherwise, I'll pluck your teeth out, make them all into a nice pair of claws, and then use THOSE to dig inside your spine and use your spine to carry your pelt back!"

               "And you want to know the difference between us?" Retracting slightly, he moved his jagged finger from the other's nose and used it to trace a heart on their chest. "ONE of us actually NEEDS a beat to live! So how about you actually use that nut-sized brain of yours for once, yeah!? I mean, given how you act, cobwebs must be on that fucker like cheese on macaroni! But would it hurt for you to actually start trying for once in your life!?"

[solodko-blog]

⊰ Ninki's interest piqued yonder the crinkled, crumpled cigarette he had ground into the asphalt. His comprehension of the English language had sporadically increased over his time in the states.

 This voice was saccharine, even if it took him longer than mere moments to understand. At first, he pondered if these words were even aimed towards him. It merely took a second look to the park to realize, indeed he was being addressed. Promptly, he lifted eyes towards the voice. He had to squint, creasing the youthful matte of his skin. He was left apprehensive, as the only indication another was present were two gleaming red eyes.

 Faintly, they reminded him of the embers of his deadly nicotine sticks.

 Long past was a hopeful smile, now only the frown of confusion clung to his lips. Though, deep inside Ninki were bouts of chivalry. Compelled by his love of conversation he pursued a reaction to this stranger.

  "I no cold! It warm inside of my clothes, it also not long I feel the cold because my room mate like hot," he rambled, broken English rather upbeat despite the argument.

 "Plus the park fun, okay?" ⊱

[poltergeistism]

                A dull surprise washed over Casper as he listened to the other speak, the broken English something he did not expect. At first, he pondered if something was wrong with the other-- a screw in his noggin permanently loose. But then he recognized his voice-- something not found around the slums of town. The other was a foreigner, possibly from another region with another handful of sightseers and tourists.

                But it made not much difference. A worm was a worm, no matter their race.

                And a puppet could dance beautifully no matter what could of sound their wood made.

                Slowly, Casper gleefully strolled from his pit of darkness and revealed his figure. He was short and round, yet his grin was as bright as polished shoe. His fur was a shade of dark purple, and his tuft between his two distinguishable ears was nicely groomed. Although his appearance was comical, it was apparent that Casper kept himself presentable to the public. No one would want to be around one who looked like a used wash cloth, and that was something he learned in his fourth century of after-living.

              "Eh! Really now!?" Questioned the ghost, the distance between the two tightly closed. Placing both of his hands behind his back, he continued warmly and promptly. "Keh! That's good! I was just wondering since, well, it'd be pretty silly of me to let a face full of talent stay out here by themselves! Don't know what kind fellas might be out and prowling, so we all just need someone to s h o o t-- the pot with, of course!"

           "--Guess you can say it's an old fella's keen eye at work, am I right?" Joked the Gengar, his tone now peppered with a false sense of melancholy and nostalgia.

[solodko-blog]

⊰  Ninki's first cigarette of the day could be compared to his first steps as a toddler. He teetered, tottered, and stood imply beforehand. Afterwards, he did not stumble forward and alternatively took to his gait with much stamina.

 Cigarettes acted as a nicotine laced coffee that blackened his lungs with each drag.

 Ninki enjoyed his cigarettes most at night, especially when it was the only oppurunity he had to smoke. Typically, he'd get the session in on the commute back and forth to work. But under the circumstances of the day, it didn't see it's way through.

 Beyond the mall plaza was a miniscule park complete with sand and a crimson bench. That bench, red in color, is where he had sat himself for the first smoke of the day. The starts dotted among a blackened sky, and with every puff he'd watch the beautiful clouds float towards each constellation. 

 He extinguished the cigarette on the cement of the sidewalk. His night was already looking up. He let the beginning of a grin play his lips, half-halfheartedly presenting itself to his features.  ⊱

[poltergeistism]

            When the sun set and the stars shined, Casper was more than happy to prowl the town and look for a victim. He was a predator with a never-ending hunger-- an itch in his stomach that could only be quelled temporarily by connections that left to a victim's agony. He was a dark piece of work, but everyone who knew him could tell he enjoyed it. His grin, as always,would never fade and stood against the sands of time. It was a self-appointed job he did for kicks, and fortunately for him, he could smell cigarettes.

             He could smell a disgusting fleshy. A disgusting, putrid, foul odor that warmed his frigid heart.

             Keeping to the shadows, the King of Chaos affably strolled towards the origin of the smell. At first. the scent was weak and faint-- like a baby's muffled cry in a storm. But with each jubilant step it grew, magnifying its intensity and washing Casper over with nostalgia. It kept him pondering on what kind of an idiot was out this late at night, leaving their mind and heart out for him to cheat or mush into the ground. It was these kind of souls that didn't know their place. The ones that attracted Casper to them like moths to light.

            Discovering the source without trouble, he leaned against a decrepit brick wall and shook his head. Just as he expected, a fleshy with such a stupid grin that he wondered how fun it'd be to rip it right off. His eyes licked themselves bright, being the only visible part of Casper as he kept himself draped in darkness. He knew damn well that even under his guise, revealing himself too soon had some nasty repercussions

.           Twas pretty hard to manipulate others when you sprung yourself on them, was it not?

                          "--My, my, my!" Called the Gengar, his tone brotherly and his melody sweet. "Hope you're not thinking of spending the night out by yourself! Don't you know how cold it's gettin, buddy ol' pal?"

[stardustdaemon]

Reblog this if you actually like my blog.

[mirror-deity-deactivated2019071]

                                    Was it a demon of unknown origin? Probably. Due to its odd appearance and bold strut, Amaterasu failed to positively identify the creepy-looking creature. Its crimson gaze reminded her of Orochi, and the widening grin resembled a tainted crescent moon. This creature… this being of darkness… exuded a malevolent aura. It couldn’t possibly be here for a friendly “hello”, was it? No, of course not. What made her think that? The deity eyed him warily, before a low growl emitted from her throat. “Grr.” Amaterasu warned the beast to keep a respectful distance between them, but it almost seemed to be drifting closer and closer with every daring step it took. Her ears flattened instinctively and the pallid lupine readied herself as if for battle. She loathed his sugary tone with wild abandon, which only made the sentiment grow more upon hearing his voice. 

                                         “That is none of your concern.” Amaterasu sneered in response, before realization hit her like a bucket of cold water. There had been a good deal of distance between them, however, it seemed as if the apparition had appeared out of nowhere. To make matters worse for her, the deity wasn’t sure whether the Celestial Brush would work on him or not. “A ghost, eh? I’ve seen plenty of them in my lifetime, creature. Some with much more bravado, much more power than what I see in front of me. You, on the other hand… are not worth my time.” The pale wolf replied, a look of complete and utter disinterest illuminated her visage. Although, the sun goddess wasn’t lowering her guard at all. Nor, would she turn her back on such a malevolent and deceptive being.  

[poltergeistism]

               Her words did nothing to phase him, his perpetual smile still standing like a lonely sailor on their deck. One did not go centuries as a puppeteer without picking up on body language, shoving words aside and looking in another perspective. She was hostile and livid with him, weary of what he might do the moment she turned that pretty little face elsewhere. It did nothing-- but he laughed nonetheless. A laugh so cold yet so warm that it was like watching the weather change sporadically, one day sunny, the other covered with snow. 

                 Even ones with an aura such as Amaterasu held fear of him.

               "Awwwww, lying to yourself is only gonna make this worse!" Oozed the Gengar, his tone fatherly and his arms affably crossed in front of him. While she held such an ugly grimace that would back others off, he only made sure to continue his advancement. "See-- I don't think you're being honest with yourself. I mean, if that was true, then why don't you lower that little pose you think is threatening? Or is that you're afraid that I might just..."

                Sighing blissfully, he held out both fists before they blossomed and revealed his palms. Said palms looked soft to touch, but still squirmed with a vile aura that spat nothing but acid. With godspeed, the sound of bones cackled out as if fire had just seared them to the core. His fingers jerked and twisted rapidly, but that did nothing to deeter his smile. In fact, it only magnified, his pearly whites stretching his face out like clay. 

                "Snap?"

[poltergeistism]

kinglyboo

            "My, my, my.

                        Visitors have been popping in all day, but                          none with a face as handsome as yours.

                                              Though, you probably should have                                                stayed buried. Never know what can                                                happen outside of your shadow."    

[toejamjammin-blog]

“Ah, t-thanks…  I’m always up for havin’ more     homies to hang out with.  …even g-ghostly ones.”

Don’t anger it.  That’s the last thing anybody would     want to do.  And think positive!  Maybe this phantom’s     not as bad as those other ones.

[poltergeistism]

         "Now, now, why don't you try to relax?"

                      Casper loved stutters. They were an indicator                        for submissiveness and fear. Stutters were involuntary                      , and they come only when others were struggling to                        speak. To think. To produce words without those                        wonderful, delectable, nipped sounds.

                          And Casper only wanted more.

                               "If you're down for hanging with me, then why                                 don't you take it nice and easy? I mean, I know                                 you're not lying. Liars don't get anywhere in life,                                 except, well... underneath the ground, locked in a                                 coffin, left to rot...

                                           --Those kind of places. Not very spacey or                                               nice for a vacation, wouldn't you agree?"