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"Hey Vince, careful of the pots man, the guy's probably gonna think we are helping the rascal"

Says the Anthro Haunter who is lousily sitting on the Lycanroc's couch. Come to think of it, the wolf wasn't here. By the time the Scurriers went into the house, they felt a compromising presence unseen within the brick structure, but yet its not there physically. The Haunter thinks its just the night getting to him.

The first room they have entered contains what appeared a vulpix doll, an elitist looking princess with titanium bells on her tails holding a ruby in her hands. At least in the center of the living is the large sum of Poke they need to get paid for house watching while the Lycanroc is gone.

"Hey Keagan, there is somebody at the door"

The Haunter got up on his feet and looked around the house, what is really is there to it inside this house. While putting his eyes to the upstairs window looking down on the grassy lawn, he saw what appeared to be the Lycanroc himself, the purple ghost called out his name but he didn't respond, the ghost called his friend to check the condition of the Lycanroc.

"Uh. Can you get over here Keagan?"
"Alright Vince"

The ghost went to his stoat friend to meet the Lycanroc. The stoat gestured his friend to come and turn to see the wolf is gone

"I think this guy has to be pranking us, Vince or that snob must've got to the guy, lured us here, and the cash back there is some bait"
"Hmm, should we wake him up from the swirls?"
"Probably, watch my back Vince, Lotsamoni might be popping out of nowhere"

The ghost tread slowly towards the wolf, touched his shoulder and noticed that he is holding what appeared to be a black diamond.

The stoat screamed and was dragged by something else unseen in the haunter's vision, he ran to save his friend, glimpses of the Typhlosion kicking wildly enter his vision.

"Vince hold on! I'm coming"

The ghost went through the walls in an attempt to cut off his friend's abductor, but he is nowhere close, the abductor is a glimpse just like his friend, not kicking his legs anymore.

"Get back here you ugly suit! Lotsamoni, come here!"
"You're not taking Vince away from me!"

He sprinted to the living room, the dining room, the basement, his friend's abductor is still not seen. He went back to the living room and found that the doll was missing but he continued his search of the captor. As he went outside he heard a voice in the darkness. A female voice telling him to look at the foyer and open the door. The haunter thinks the female eevee delinquent they were looking for was also captured by the same person. He turned to look at the foyer and found the source of female voice. There was no eevee, the doll from the living room is standing at the door waiting for him to open it. Behind the doll, is his friend, and beside the porcelain vulpix is the wolf.

"Hello Kee̸̼͠-̵̝͋ä̷̩́-̶̧̇a̸̠̐-̴̧͛a̴͒ͅ-̶̰̇a̶̭̔-̵̧̆Keagan! Let me i-̶̥̃i̴͖͌-̸̳̽i̵͈͠-̵̏͜i̶͖͂-̵̙́in"

"You're not real! You are not real!!"

The haunter sprinted for the backdoor and ran away from the house. He stood and clutched his hands on his head, and sat on a chair after he arrived to his hideout. What felt like an eternity with the dolls at his door and window, he heard the voice of his friend.

"Its me Keagan. I have a su-̴̗̚u̶͚͛-̵̫̐rprise fo you!"

It felt more than an eternity, the window behind broke and out came the wolf

The wolf changed into a demon, the Haunter is kneeling into a fetal position. And stood up before the love of a queen given by her trusted servantA̶̫͑n̷̫͆d̸̯̏ ̵̤̈́s̴̝͝t̸̘̽o̶͔̊ỏ̷̘ḏ̴̑ ̶͓̿u̷̒ͅp̷̹̓ ̸̤̈́b̵̟̾e̷̼̕ḟ̵͈o̶̧͆r̶͇̐e̵̥̽ ̸̛̙t̸̮͘h̷̹̀ė̴͚ ̶̳̉l̸̦̀ǫ̸̅v̷̲̈́e̵͓͝ ̸̡̏ǫ̸͐f̶̖̈́ ̶̖̒ą̸͗ ̸̖̈́q̸̡̅u̵̡̍e̸̝͐ê̵̟n̶͐͜ ̷̣͗g̷̭̋i̸̗̇v̶͇̽e̷͓͒n̸͈̾ ̸͔́b̷͖̏y̴̼͋ ̵̦̃ẖ̶̒é̸̳r̸̬̃ ̴̘͆ṫ̴̜r̷̖͂u̶̡̓s̸͉̉t̶͈̆e̶̘͒d̶̖͒ ̵̫͒s̶̛͔ē̴̼r̸͕̋v̴̘̊a̸̳͊n̷̹̅ṭ̴͐À̶͙n̶̢̎d̸̬̚ ̸̮͐s̸̖͒t̶̰̚ò̶͙ǒ̴̦ď̸̼ ̴͖́u̶̼͆p̸̡̉ ̷̹̓b̸̩̾e̸̤͌ḟ̵̧o̵̟̾r̶̜͐ȇ̶͚ ̶͖͒t̶̰̍ḧ̷̡e̴̗͘ ̷̛̰ļ̶́o̸̪͐v̸̤̌e̷͕̅ ̸̲͠o̴̱̐f̸̘̐ ̵̯͋a̵̞̕ ̷̻͝q̴͕͛ǘ̴̼ȩ̵̎e̶̺̍n̴͔̕ ̴͓͐ģ̵̅ḭ̶̄v̶͓̿e̸̙̊ǹ̸̦ ̶̤̿b̵̟̔y̸̱̕ ̴̜̈́ḩ̸̓e̶͖͂ṛ̵͊ ̵̠̚t̶͓͑r̸͖͘ǔ̴̟s̵̲͝ṭ̴͠ḛ̶̉d̵̜͠ ̷̡̈ś̵̤ḛ̴̋ṙ̴̙ṽ̵͈a̸̡̿n̴̞͆t̴̝͂A̷̬̾ň̷̤d̴̳͐ ̵̨̐s̷͎̔ṭ̴̒o̷̬͐o̶̳̕d̸̳́ ̶̛̦ų̴̈́p̸̲͋ ̶̹͆b̸͚̈ȩ̶͛f̸̣͐o̴͍̚r̶̪͑e̸̖̚ ̸̜̉t̵̡̀h̴̖̚ę̴͑ ̴̞͝l̶̙̈́o̸̘̕v̴̛͙e̸̺͝ ̸̤́o̶̩͠f̸̞͗ ̵̳̾a̸̛̺ ̷̣̈q̶̖̕u̵̫̇e̷͔͌è̶̙n̴̳̿ ̷̫̂g̴̙̎ì̴̻v̶͕͠ë̸͍́n̴̈͜ ̵̗͂b̸̬͠y̴͚̅ ̴͕͠ĥ̵̦e̶̬̓r̶͔͋ ̴͓͊t̴̞͘r̴̛̜u̵͔͌s̴̎ͅt̶͇̾e̸̘̔d̶͔̐ ̷̥̏s̷̞̓e̵͔͝r̴̭͘v̷̖̈́ă̸̙ñ̴̮t̷͈̋A̶̝͑n̸̳̍ḏ̶̅ ̷̜̊s̷͇̒t̵̞̉o̴̭̐ỏ̸̜ď̵̯ ̷̲̽ù̶̦p̶̠̈ ̸͖͐b̵̟̂ë̴͖f̵̤͒o̷͈͠r̵̦̒e̴̲͂ ̵̥̍ṯ̵͆h̶̻͒ë̶̹́ ̷̭̏l̶̡̓o̴̖̕v̶̛̩ẻ̴͓ ̵̻̔ó̸͖f̴̮͌ ̸̧̈́a̵͈̒ ̷̖͛q̵̧̂ǘ̸̞e̵͔̚é̵̺n̸̨͛ ̶͚͗ḡ̵͍i̷͙͌v̸́ͅë̷̳́n̶͍̂ ̶͙͂b̷̺͘y̴̳͋ ̴̼͝h̶̪̀ě̵̹r̷̮̒ ̶̺̊t̶̜͛r̵̛̗u̸̲̐s̶̪̎ṯ̴͝è̴̹d̸̝̈́ ̶̼͝s̸͙̎ę̶͊ṙ̵̝v̷̗̈́a̸̮̐ṉ̶́t̷̞͑A̴̝͒n̴̈͜d̶̲͒ ̷̛̬s̵̥͊t̶̯͝o̴͙͊o̶͍͗d̴͘ͅ ̸̢͠ù̸̦p̵̞̐ ̵̦̀b̵̺̀ȩ̶̽f̶̩̈́ő̸̰ŕ̵̼e̸͔͗ ̴̲̍t̷͔͂h̷̝̎e̸̘͂ ̵̝̏ĺ̵̬ô̶̳v̷̺̿e̷̳͌ ̴̟͠ó̵̲f̴̪͌ ̸̟́a̶̳̅ ̷̳͑q̷̞̃ȕ̵ͅe̷̠͂ė̴ͅň̷͓ ̷͉͌g̷̫͛i̷̗͒v̶̥̉e̸͓͊n̵̬̎ ̵̝́b̸̖͊y̸̫͊ ̸̳̏ḫ̵̽ē̸̻r̸͚͒ ̴̯͒t̶͔͝r̷̘̈́u̶̝͊š̴̺t̴̮̍e̸̢̿ḓ̷͝ ̷̡̉s̸̠̾e̸̗̒ȑ̴̖v̷̡͘ạ̸͗n̸͖̅ṭ̵͆A̴̭͒ǹ̶̫d̵̰̒ ̶̩̈́s̶̳͆t̴̥͂o̷̜͋o̵͚͘d̷̝͋ ̴̧͝u̴̥͋p̸̼̉ ̴̦̎b̴̦̎e̸̝̓f̷̪̍o̴̪̍r̵͚͗ę̴̔ ̶̨̑t̷̹͗h̷̜̽e̴̠̕ ̴̗͠l̴̗̄ơ̴͚v̵̦̿ḛ̶͘ ̶̣̒ó̸̻f̶̢̕ ̷̡̐à̴̧ ̶̥̎q̶͓͌ų̷̓e̸̯̊ẹ̴̇n̴̻͑ ̵̘̃g̷͙̋i̵̥̿v̶͍̀ȅ̷̞n̵̼̓ ̶̰̈́b̸̢̈y̵͕̚ ̸̨̛h̷̨̽e̷͕͆r̵̦̀ ̷͈́ț̷̀r̵̜̀u̸̜̽s̷͇̽t̷̫͘e̷̠̕d̵̩͒ ̴̩̕ś̴͕e̷̳̓r̸̡̄v̸̨͑a̴͎͘n̷̻̚t̶̥͆A̶̭̒n̵̲͋d̸͈̍ ̶̳̓s̸̭̊t̸͍̿ȍ̴̹o̷͙̚ḓ̴̓ ̶͓̌ư̴̱p̷͙͑ ̵̣͛b̵͓͠e̷̳͐f̸̫͘o̷̙͛r̸͔͗e̵̠͝ ̸̮̇ṱ̶͠ḥ̸̄e̴̱̒ ̷̲̋ḻ̸̑o̴̲̐v̴͇͛ë̸͈ ̸̩̚ȯ̵̧f̷̺͘ ̸͎̈́a̸̪͠ ̵̬͗q̴͎̿u̸̧̍é̸͉ẽ̶̳ǹ̴͙ ̷̰͝g̷̱̉i̵̟̔v̵̮̇ė̸̪n̴̬̑ ̵̝̏b̴̻̈ỳ̵͕ ̵͙̈́h̵̲̄ë̵͔́r̸͔͆ ̸̦̎t̷̫̚r̴͔̎ṵ̷͂s̴̮̄t̷̳́ẻ̴̖d̵̝͠ ̶̱̃ś̶̲e̴͉͠r̶̙͌ṿ̶̓a̶̰͛n̵͈͘t̷̗̀A̸̝̋n̵̈́͜ď̵͈ ̵̯̂s̴͖̒t̸̼̍o̸̲͘o̶̱͂d̵̜̓ ̶̜̀ú̸̮p̴̺̒ ̵͎͋b̷̟̓e̵̬̅f̷͎̍ȍ̸̭ṙ̴̬e̴͚͛ ̸̡̍ẗ̷͔́h̸̢͐ĕ̷̠ ̸͙̐l̷͈̋ȏ̴̝v̷̫͊ȩ̶̓ ̶̮̓o̵͙͝f̸̬̆ ̶̬̚a̸̜͂ ̴̛̙q̸̟̽u̸͙͗e̵̜̓ḛ̵͂n̵͖̾ ̴̟̏ģ̶̓í̴̧v̵̲̀è̸̟ņ̵̂ ̶̟͌b̸͚͗y̶͍͆ ̴̝̒h̶̡͘e̶̟̕ŗ̸͂ ̸̹̾t̶͜͠r̶͙̕u̶͕̾s̶̨̀t̷̟͂e̵̞̋d̷̛̥ ̶͚̃s̶̡̃é̵̝r̶̢̀v̷͕̐a̶͚͛n̵̤͑t̷̞͘A̸̧̅ń̶̮d̸̫̔ ̶̳̉s̴̮͑t̶̖͝o̴̙̽o̵̳͐d̴̯̓ ̶͍̋ŭ̸̻p̸͙̑ ̸̤̑b̶̞͋ḙ̸̈́f̵̮̀o̶͖͝r̷̗̈ė̴͜ ̶̘̑t̴̗́h̶̥̽ȩ̸̌ ̸̹̈́l̷̯͛o̷̳̓v̶̻̏e̵̺̚ ̵̲͛o̸̤͌f̶̳̐ ̸̣̊a̸̺̍ ̵̱͠q̶͎̑u̸̻͠ẹ̸̆e̷̘̚n̴̻͝ ̵͘͜g̴̢̿ĩ̵̩v̷͕͆e̴̖͒n̶̠̊ ̸̢̐ḇ̵̓y̸̲̒ ̶͈͑h̷̤͐e̶͍̎r̸̳͂ ̵̢̒t̸̹͘r̶̮̿u̷͊ͅs̷̹͛t̴̫̑e̶̼̔d̵̙͘ ̴̥̀s̸̘̒e̸̥͋r̷͇̉v̴͔͋a̷̳̕n̸̾ͅt̵̮͝A̷͉͋n̶̞̽d̶͈̓ ̵̮͗s̶̠̊t̸̖̎ơ̴͚õ̴͔d̶̟̈́ ̶͍͊u̷͉̅p̶͈̽ ̵̝͋b̸̖͝ë̴͙f̷̟͐ö̶͓́r̸͉̚ẻ̵̱ ̷̪͗t̵̝̃ḧ̷̙́e̷̝̿ ̸͔͠l̵̹̾o̵̧͊v̶͍̂ë̶̪ ̷̲́o̷̹͐f̸͇͝ ̷̠̎ā̶̖ ̴̗̐q̶̬̑ù̴̮ȩ̵̉e̷͎̐n̷̘̓ ̷͈̐g̵̬̀i̴̯͆v̴͑ͅẽ̶͔n̸̠͌ ̷̦̋b̸͍͌y̸͙̑ ̷̍ͅh̵̞͆ḛ̷̉r̵͕͑ ̶͔́t̴̋͜r̵̹̃ŭ̶̳ş̷͌t̶̩̍ë̸̬́ď̴̙ ̴̤̈́ṡ̸̩e̵̡̕r̴̺̂v̷̱̈a̸̤̿n̵̰͂t̷̩̍A̸̛̝n̸̘͆d̶͑͜ ̴̝̽ś̷͇t̴̯̓ŏ̵̭o̵̩͗d̸̠̂ ̶͙͌u̸͉͂p̴͔̅ ̷̨͘b̷̛͍e̵̤͗f̴͇͒ò̸͓r̵̙͌e̶̢͐ ̵͈̈́t̸̯͒ḥ̵̑ḛ̷͗ ̷̯̍l̵͚̕o̶̧̚v̴̜͑e̴̺͠ ̶̨̛ȏ̴͔f̷̡̈́ ̵͘͜a̵͖͠ ̶̨͋q̶̲̍ǘ̴̥e̴͇̓e̴̱̚n̴̺͛ ̴͔́g̵͉̈î̷̫v̷̬͠ê̵̘n̸̳͛ ̸͙̿b̴̲̔y̸̬̅ ̶͚̿h̷̙̽é̵̜r̴͚͌ ̷̛̩ẗ̵̫́r̶̙̓u̶͖̐s̸̲̓t̴̪̋ḛ̸͘d̷̞͊ ̵̻̔ṡ̷͇e̶͕͝r̷̼̿v̸̖̕a̴͓͝n̸̞̕t̷͙̂A̵̢͘ṋ̶̽d̵̢͠ ̶͖̈́s̸͓̋t̶̔ͅo̶͚͑o̶̝̿d̷͚̀ ̸̪̓u̸͔̕p̶̳̾ ̴͊͜b̵̰̊ė̸͕f̸̰̑o̴̥͛r̶̳͠é̴̪ ̷͇͌t̸̟̏h̷̗͝e̷̼͑ ̵͇̈́l̷͚͠ọ̵̐v̶͕̓e̷̢̕ ̵̖̑ó̴͇f̵̲̌ ̵̜̔ạ̶̛ ̷͖͝q̴̻̓u̸̞̔e̸̝͝é̴̠n̷͕͆ ̷̉ͅg̴͚̃î̵͙v̸̯̓e̴̬̕n̶̳͝ ̴͇̋b̵̙̾ý̶̧ ̷̙̏h̶͎̀e̵̝̿r̶͓̒ ̴̛̘t̷̮͆r̵̮̊ū̵͈s̴̭̉t̴̛͉e̶̝͌d̸͋͜ ̷͈̓s̵̻̀e̷͔̋r̷̦̓v̵̻̅a̴̳̿n̶͉͛t̸̳̚Ȃ̷̹ṇ̴̽d̶̬́ ̸͎͒s̵͕̈t̵͚͘ȏ̶̡ȯ̷̥d̶̤͝ ̴̤̔ũ̴̘ṕ̴͕ ̶̡̐b̸̢͘e̴͔̍f̷̨̀ȍ̷͈r̶̻͝ĕ̴̡ ̵̬͊ẗ̴ͅh̸͎͗e̵͋͜ ̶̗́ļ̵̀o̶̻͊v̷̖͠e̵͑ͅ ̷̟̽ö̵̡́f̷̺̐ ̸̤̊ǎ̴̟ ̸̱͠q̴̦́û̷͓è̸̺e̶̥͌n̶̩͛ ̶̙͊g̷̼̍i̸͊͜v̶̝͂ẻ̸̬n̶̲̑ ̶͓̈́b̶̺̀y̴̔ͅ ̸͈͠h̶̲͠e̶̮͆r̷̩̀ ̸̗͊t̸͍͝r̶̙̂ú̵̝s̵̩̕t̷̯͌ē̴̲d̸̥̑ ̷͕̽s̴̟̐e̶̖͆r̸̼̚ṿ̵̾ạ̶͆ň̶͚ẗ̵̰́

Trivial Fact:

The way Ceramic Dearest is written is directly inspired by the Hypnosis works of Notmolo. The Night that belonged to Diaemus being my favorite, gives me Nosferatu vibes (the part of Petunia just standing idle at the tree is not bad for being short of unnerving).

Keagan, Vince, The Decepquidems belong to me
Madness belongs to madnessfoxywolf
Darkening Lotsamoni (mentioned) belongs to notmolo
Pokemon belong to Game Freak and Nintendo
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon belongs to Spike Chunsoft
Mandela Catalogue belongs to Alex Kister