WHO YOU GONNA CALL? » SELF PARA
TAGGING: Kurt Hummel
TIMELINE: Sunday, August 1, 2015
SETTING: Pokemon Tower, Lavender Town
SUMMARY: If there’s something strange in your neighborhood. Who’re you gonna call? A bunch of college kids, apparently. Kurt knew from the start that this was a bad idea…
ADDITIONAL NOTES: This was written for a KIP Prompt. Kurt doesn’t like ghosties. I recommend listening to the song to get into the mood.
Kurt knew from the start that this was a bad idea. He never should have let Elliott get into his head, saying that using the Silph Scope would help refine the technology and help people in the future. He should have stood firm in his stance that Silph Co. was the root of all evil, and that Ghost Pokemon were not something to be messed with. And yet, here he was, standing in front of the Pokemon Tower, absolutely not quivering in his boots.
He had always used fashion as a shield against other people, and he figured that in this care, with the spirits of people, or Pokemon, being the ones he needed protection against, then fashion would still work here. He took a leaf out of one of his dad’s favorite movies– the 1980′s cult classic, Ghostbusters. Even when he was little the movie was awesome to him– guys who went around catching Ghost Pokemon in Pokeballs, saving the say, with that catchy song in the background. He dressed himself in slim fitting khakis and a khaki button down, a dark brown belt cinching his waist and matching boots laced almost to his knees. He wasn’t afraid of any ghost.
But he was; oh, he was. Ever since his mom had passed, he had been terrified of ghost Pokemon. It was all his dad’s fault, really. In explaining how his mother had passed, he had neglected to tell young Kurt that it hadn’t been Ghost Pokemon themselves that had killed his mother, but just the type of work she had been doing, back in the early stages of development of the Silph Scope. But all young Kurt had heard was that the Ghost Pokemon killed his mommy, and that Silph Co. was to blame.
Standing here in front of the doors to the Pokemon Tower, Silph Scope in hand, Kurt was seriously doubting his decision. The money was good, and the idea of helping other people was nice, but he was still helping this evil corporation, and… He sighed. There was no turning back now.
“I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghost,” he mumbled to himself, pulling out his phone from his pocket and flicking through his music before he found the song in question, pressing play and putting one ear bud in his ear. The less spooky sounds he heard, the better. Next to his phone, Java vibrated supportingly, crawling out and clinging over his breast with static.
He didn’t see anything as he walked through the door, making his way to the first floor of the tower without incident. The scope didn’t beep once, although Kurt kept his eyes trained to it as he edged around the building. It was surprisingly empty; he expected to see more people around. On the second floor, he had just rounded a corner when he heard something shift, wood on wood, and a loud thump, sending chills down his spine. The chord progression of the music blared in his ear, his heart beating rapidly. He turned the music off, shoving his phone deep into his pocket, Java sparking as a tiny threat to whatever was out there. The Scope didn’t make a peep.
“It’s okay,” he breathed out, ascending another set of stairs, banging the Scope for good measure, so see if it would get the thing working. It flashed a few times before going blank again. As he reached the top of the stairs, it seemed like he had walked into a freezer, his breath coming out in a surprised huff.
“Oh my g–!” he yelped as suddenly a wall of darkness was flying at him, running straight through his body and sending him toppling down a few of the stairs before he regained his balance. Java jumped off his chest, sparking and sending electric bolts in every direction, not landing on any one target. “Java–!” Kurt yelped, scooping up the tiny Pokemon as another wall of darkness crashed at him, an unearthly screaming accompanying it. Was it his own, or whatever was attacking him?
The Scope was still silent as he managed to shove it in his pocket, flying down the stairs as the screaming, cackling thing followed him. He made it to the front door just in time for the thing to attack him one last time, sending him flying and skidding into the dirt outside the Tower. Java was still clutched to him, though, and aside from some scrapes and bruises– he was alright.
“I’m afraid of ghosts,” he whimpered, laying there in the dirt for a moment, catching his breath and holding his little Pokemon for comfort as he picked himself up, ready to get home and hide in bed for the rest of forever.
