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[detailsguylikesdetails]

Forgot my glasses for school and every light was a military-strength flashbang :(

[bluebearez]

yes i’m eating mac n cheese at 10 pm because i forgot to eat dinner, so what? let me live my life of joy and whimsy

[indiestsnake]

you know a band is evocative when you can feel cigarette smoke emenating from their album art

That Handsome Devil my beloved…

[prof-peach]

I'm sorry I need more information on The Thing at the gravesite like right now I love a ghost story

Years ago, when peach and grey first moved to Dotaku, they came across ruins on a smaller island to the west of the mainland, that most today would know as the graveyards. The smaller island was originally a settlement of some kind, building bases stood, stone and wood ruins of lives long gone, sat mossed over in the shadows of towering pines. The couple happily allowed historic specialists to come across and study the area, and so soon the smaller landmass was inhabited with studious sorts who spent days dating and digging out the ruins. They uncovered many things, and promised the historic information to the professors once they had finished their work, so that the isalnd would be able to tell its history.

It was a week before any of the dig site staff made any notion of something feeling wrong.

There was no lab at this point in time, no greenhouses, no real infrastructure, just peach and grey, in a tiny two room cabin, in the middle of no where.

In the dead of night the professors both sit bolt up right in bed, no noise awoke them, no knock on the door, the Pokemon were all asleep, nothing seemed to be wrong. An unsettling feeling in both their minds made it difficult to sleep, coupled with the tick of a clock somewhere in the dark. The morning after, the dig site staff would tell them that they too could not sleep well. Apparently some of them were having trouble focusing, accidents started to happen from lack of sleep, people started to talk, get jittery. The smaller island felt angry, they would say with conviction. They camped on it, and every night it felt a little worse to the workers, a little more hostile.

It wasn’t until one worker got hospitalised by a mishap with tools, that people really began to wonder what was happening there. The notion of ghost Pokemon wasn’t new to any of them, so perhaps it was a small haunting? They hired security, the professors didn’t mind, they were very busy with planning permissions and various mainland jobs, and so, more people came to the smaller isle.

A month passed, and while no one slept any better, there was nothing significant, no remains of Pokemon found, no poltergeist-esq mishaps, no one saw anything. So the guards left, most of them damning the dig site staff for being loopy, a little over imaginative. They saw nothing, so the stories the workers told didn’t add up. Another week. Peach was in the plot of what now is the healing house, the greenhouse which would eventually hold many Pokemon, young and old, all needing help of some kind. She had just finished marking out the footprint, when a pair of dig site staff came over, their faces gaunt, shaken. They expressed great fear, saying they saw something in the woods out behind the ruins site. None of them had competent fighting Pokemon, so they asked if peach would look into it as soon as possible. Thinking it was just a particularly sneaky ghost Pokemon, peach agreed, and finished u0 her work, heading over in the early evening.

She walked the woods, talked to the Pokemon there, followed some tracks, and came up with nothing. Seemed like no ghost types lived there at all. She returned to the mainland, meeting Grey at the sheer cliff face, the closest point between the two islands where a makeshift bridge had been constructed. He apparently didn’t see what peach saw, she was looking back at the supposed haunted island, past grey, and swore, half way down the cliff face, crashing into a few jutting rocks, that something fell into the water, something very tall, and very pale. The waves would slam so hard against the two islands sides, she for sure thought that whatever fell in had died. There wasn’t a possible way to even try and retrieve any body, but what had fallen? Maybe she was going a bit mad from too much work? It had gotten dark, maybe she didn’t see clearly, would have been plausible to assume it was some sea foam that reached pretty high. Made her blood run cold. The pair retreated for the night, though she had a hard time sleeping again.

The next morning, with all staff apparently accounted for, both the professors took one early morning look across the foggy forested location of all the misery. Moral was real low now, the dig site was at its limit, so they had to keep looking into it. Something was causing trouble. Peach couldn’t shake what she saw the night before, and grey was painfully optimistic about the whole thing. The morning was void, no sightings.

But the evening? Not so much. Peach couldn’t focus all day, the figure she saw fall off the cliffs was too humanoid to be anything else, but no one was missing? And the island had been uninhabited for a few centuries before the professors moved in. She took a final walk past the view from the mainland, morbid curiosity striking her on the way back to the cabin, and for a moment she found herself sitting on a rock, just staring out to see if she could see anything. The sun set, the Pokemon were quiet, the weather was calm. Nothing. She stood up, turned around, and began to walk. The wind picked up, val wasn’t with her? Peach turned to look to her partner, watching the vulpix dead still at the edge of the cliff, staring off.

What they both saw still to this day unnerves peach. Half way up the cliff face, something sat in the low hanging fog, just above the crashing waves, staring right back at them with empty dark eyes, empty dark mouth, pale, long bodied. Peach lost her footing entirely, fell back in fear, Val was froze to the spot. The professor blinked, and it was gone, she spent far too long trying to shift Val, having to pick her up to break the focus she had on the spot. They both sprinted back to the house, telling grey everything in a stutter panic. She’s convinced he didn’t fully believe her, she had been working really hard lately, maybe she was just tired? But that both Val and her were so shaken? He was oddly compelled to listen and trust what she was saying because of that.

Peach insisted the next day that the excavation staff sleep, and take breaks away from the dig site more often. Some of them stayed for the week and went home weekends. She insisted they didn’t do that anymore. Those who didn’t listen, started to say familiar things, mentioning a slender pale form in the woods, behind old pillars, even on the rock faces that plummeted into the ocean. This convinced the professor, there was something unsettling there, something she was not willing to look into.

Since, she asks that visits stay in the day hours, no staff should stay there overnight without fair warning, and you won’t catch her dead on that island anywhere after sunset, not until the sun comes up again.

That was many years ago now, but the event stays with her. She tends not to pass by that pathway when travelling around, and always avoids working on the graveyard island when possible. Grey has never had this issue, and will walk it late at night without any obvious issue. Perhaps he’s just blind to whatever it is there, or maybe it doesn’t want him to see it. Either way, peach taps out from there at any given chance.

[deadforsevenyears]

No one:

Me, mid finals week: i must write the best gothic horror novel of the century. Right now.

[scythlyven-art]

My mom is forcing me to do this apple only diet with her and I’m so hungry I’ve had nothing but apples to eat all day and I’m so sick of apples but it’s a three day diet so I have to do this for two more days I’m going to die

[catebees]

His mother made him that security blanket shawl, show him some respect.