Room 037 [VIDEO]

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[It's night time. The feed opens on the face of a very frightened man. His eyes are baggy, he hasn't shaved, he is...possibly under his covers? He's under his covers. Okay.]}

It's official. Our house is haunted.

I used to know what to do for ghosts but I've said every prayer I know and I've lit candles. I've been finding the cabinets open. I've been hearing bare footsteps and creepy giggling in the middle of the night. I know it isn't anyone in the house and it's none of the Pokemon. I looked in on them when I heard it and they were all asleep.

_{[He pauses. He listens.]}

Something in this house is making toast. And I know for a fact that it is none of the Pokemon. I placed every single Pokemon in this house in front of the toaster with the necessary tools and none of them could do it.

I need your help. Anyone. Please.

Comments

[armoredsoul]

[At this point the conversation is interrupted by groaning and heavy breathing. And not of the horror movie kind.]

[Al had found Wrath in the laundry room burrowed into the still-warm blankets in the hamper snoozing away, and rather than trying to get him out decided to just take the whole thing into the living room. Which...meant carrying Wrath plus a whole crapload of blankets.]

[Luckily, his Lucario was around to help, and between him and Jasmine they're able to carry the hamper with Wrath's curious and sleepy head sticking out the top into the room. They walk over to the group without comment, and at Al's nods they heave it up and settle the hamper on the coffee table right in front of Henry.]

That... [Okay, he needs to catch his breath, just a second.] That is your 'ghost'.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[The ghost shook its shaggy head and blinked drowsily around at the onlookers.]

[He hadn't much cared that Al was carrying him around (mostly because he was still in his little nest-- if Al had attempted to remove him from the blankets on the other hand, they might have had themselves a Problem.) But now he's becoming aware that something is Afoot!]</sub>

Oh... am I in trouble?

_{[He rubs one eye and looks around the circle again... and then spots Henry. And grins a wide, totally-human grin.]}

Hello!

[exeggutorhead]

No, you're not in trouble.

[Envy sinks slightly further down into the chair. He is the one who's in trouble.]

Henry, this is Wrath. Wrath, this is Henry.

[a_sin_for_him]

Whom you should have been made of aware of some time ago, but I repeat, this house is full of idiots.

[How could no one have told Henry? She knows she's not exactly a stunning example of information sharing herself, but this just seems like common sense to her.]

Wrath, Henry lives here, too. Henry, Wrath is one of us. He's been staying with us.

[no_ufo_ending]

...Hello.

<sub>[Henry replies and then just stares at this...being...like one might stare at an alien. And for good reason. Just look at him! The handprints, the footsteps, the shapes all suddenly make sense as his memories snap into sharp focus.]

[And he is named WRATH. It isn't too hard to figure out who and WHAT this little furball is.]

[He opens his mouth. Then he closes his mouth. It's hard to decide which question to ask first but he fuckin' KNOWS who he is going to ask. The photographer shoots something like a glare at Envy and points at Wraath.]</sub>

HOWHERE?

_{[Two questions at once.]}

[armoredsoul]

Envy said he was gonna! It's not my fault!

[AL HAS NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANY OF THIS BULLSHIT, THANK YOU.]

[...okay, maybe a little bit, but like hell he's gonna cop to it.]

[Al jumps at the sudden outburst, though, looking to Lust and Henry in confusion. Whaaat the heck was that supposed to be?]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[... OH. That was a loud sound.]

[Wrath draws back slightly, his unholy mane of hair frizzling. He looks around at each of them, trying to figure out if he should be alarmed.]

[Finally, his stare settles on Envy. Because that's who everyone ELSE was looking at.]

[WHAT IS HAPPEN]</sub>