Tales of a Pokémon Fan

Tales of a Pokémon Fan: Dusknior

It seemed like forever since a young trainer named Rook walked through a bleak forest at night. While all his other Pokémon slept outside their Pokeballs for the night, Rook travelled alone through the forest, up to a hill. However it was not alone, as it was followed by it's favorite Ghost type, Dusknoir.

The Dusknoir seemed rather angry, it hadn't done anything in a while but be cramped up in a Pokeball. Rook could it see written all over the Pokémon's face so he looked over a hill and saw an old mansion. Without telling Dusknoir, he went back to the camp and woke up all his Pokémon. He returned all but his Ursaring and Dusknoir to their Pokeballs and led the two Pokemons down the forest path, until they came across the old mansion. It was there the Dusknoir stopped and asked it's master why they were here. Rook told Dusknoir that he wanted it to spend some time with some other Ghost types, however Dusknoir wasn't the very social type, however, Ursaring picked up the Dusknoir despite it's  protests and threw it into the mansion.

Dusknoir found itself alone in a creepy mansion, all alone and  without it's trainer. It phased out the walls only to see that Rook and Ursaring were gone. The Dusknoir then decided to remain in the mansion until morning.

As the Ghost type wandered through the mansion, leaving a ghostly trail where it hovered. It looked all over and saw an empty hallway. Illuminated by the moonlight, an eerie feeling overcame the Ghost type. Suits of armor stood at the ready, as Dusknoir passed by.