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Standing on the outskirts of Katarina, there is a partly unfinished building, left when the company constructing it went bankrupt. Scaffolding still stands against the gray cinder block walls, the occasional piece of plastic fluttering in the breeze. People who have passed by the building at night reportedly have seen lights inside the building, and heard strange noises: loud bangs, crashing sounds, groans, and more recently, shrieking and laughing. All attempts to demolish the building have also mysteriously failed. In a last desperate effort, the Katarina City Council called upon the Katarina Gym to send a trainer to deal with the problem.

Lisa groaned as she stood in front of the eerie building and sighed. She really didn't want to go in there alone. The young woman looked around for other people. She hoped that at least some one would reply to the "help wanted" ad she'd posted. She checked her watch and looked over to Midnight.

The Cerberex waved her tail calmly, staring at the abandoned site with her icy blue eyes, which were glowing in the twilight.

After reading the ad, Alessa concluded it would be the perfect occasion to take some interesting pictures. She expected to be the first to have her photos published and show to the world whatever was disturbing that otherwise deserted building.
Anyway, she hoped the origin of these problems was a Pokémon, because she would otherwise lose a precious day.
As she arrived near the building, she saw two people and a large creature. She had never seen that Pokémon before… should she hide away in order to take photographs unnoticed, or should she just ask and take the risk to have her request denied? Oh well, they must have seen her already, so the woman just approached the other strangers. “Sorry?”, she asked, her camera in her hands, “Excuse me, I believe it is the place mentioned in the ad? Do you mind if I take photographs of you and your Pokémon?”

Lisa turned to the individuals who arrived. "Why hello!" She chimed. "Yes, I'm the person who sent out the ad. I suspect there's a ghost Pokemon causing the recent disturbances inside; and, truth be told, I'm some what nervous around Ghost Pokemon." Lisa briefly recalled, with no real fondness, the fight with Helium while she was cleaning up in the Gym, whom she had later learned belonged to Luna. Lisa sighed and turned to what she assumed was a photographer. "Oh? I'm certain Midnight wouldn't mind, would you, girl?"

"Rrrrex" the Cerberex huffed as the humans ogled at her. Midnight stared first at the one who had ridden the bike, then at the one with the strange black object, the thing called a camera, then at the Bulbasaur.

Wait, Bulbasaur? The Cerberex gave a bemused bark.

Lisa was about to turn to go into the building when one of her advertisements flew in front of her face. She turned to the Bulbasaur and looked at it confused. "Um, are you here for the expedition, too?" She asked the odd looking Bulbasaur, not really knowing what had induced such odd behavior. She unconsciously grabbed her note book, however, and took a few short notes while waiting for a response from the little grass type.

Alessa hid her face behind her device and pressed the button twice. A faint flash surrounded the Cerberex and her trainer. She started talking, still looking at the pair through the lens."Thank you very much", said the woman. She caught the hint of Midnight's real species that was her huff. "Rex? Is that a Cerberex? The last newspaper that bought my pictures told me it was recently discovered... by the way, I’m Alessa, I’m a photographer as you can see. It’s the very first time I’m seeing such a Pokémon, it’s ama-"
When she heard the Bulbasaur, she interrupted her monologue, turned and saw her. She stared briefly, surprised, and asked in a whisper: "Does this Pokémon belong to any... err, nevermind."

Alessa put the camera back in her bag, judging that it would be going too far to photograph it. She laughed softly. It was time to prove her usefulness. "I think we might have to capture it", she told Cab, "It's the best way to make sure it doesn't come back and causes more nuisances." She didn't really like the idea, but she knew she would make up her mind once the troublemaker starts... screeching at her, or attacking them, or something. "Sorry, I don't own any Pokémon... but I do have a torch. I have candies, maybe it likes candies..."
Or maybe she wasn't that useful, after all.
She really needed the picture that would reveal the identity of the troublemaker in order to be able to pay her rent... would they believe as well that quantity > quality? Of course, she had already forgotten the photo of the Cerberex, but she didn’t come for that anyway.

Midnight rolled her eyes at the little bulbasaur. The Cerberex chuckled, which came out sounding like an ekans being stepped on multiple times.

Lisa turned to the two trainers and gave an uneasy chuckle. "Well, considering what we know of the site and the complaints of the nearby residents, there is a 92.35 percent chance that there is a ghost Pokemon on the premises. The best relocation method would be to capture it, then to bring it to a place where it won't bother anyone. However, the likely hood of it not coming back is, well, very low. I'm thinking of catching it and bringing it to the gym leader to ask for assistance."

Lisa adjusted her glasses. "So, is that everyone? Let's go." She went in through the front gate, Midnight faithfully following her, and turned on her flash-light, illuminating the weed ridden front yard. It isn't all that spooky, Lisa thought to herself. As she opened the front door, however, a eerie chant began to fill the air. Lisa cautiously stepped in and swung her flash-light about to try and find the source of the laughter.

Alessa did the same as everyone else, and took her own flashlight. She followed Lisa cautiously, not that impressed however by the atmosphere.
The woman heard Cab and replied with a faint smile: “That may be a good idea. This way, we'd find it faster.”
Should she get with the Bulbasaur then? Well… awkward. She does not own any Pokémon, and has hardly interacted with them directly. Scratching her head, she pondered who she would work best with.
The chant gave her chills down her back. Its author must be closer to their location than she expected… perhaps it would enjoy a candy or two. A sugar-coated ball the colour of strawberries appeared in her opened palm, the flashlight in the other hand still pointed at the entrance. A brief whistle was emitted in no particular direction to make her presence (and the candy’s) be known.

Lisa, who had been sadly to distracted to give her own name, finally remembered her sore social faux pas. "Oh, if you need to call me in case of something, my name's Lisa. Yes, splitting up does sound like a good plan, but be careful. Don't be ashamed to back out if need be." Lisa gulped and stepped forward toward the central hall. She hoped she didn't make a mistake by spitting people up. She cringed a bit as the Bulbasaur made a loud call. So much for the element of surprise.

Midnight followed behind her own trainer, looking at the bulbasaur as she passed. The Cerberex then nudged Lisa, making sure that her trainer knew she was there for her.

Deep within the building walls, the humans and Pokemon that had entered were being watched by a set of differently colored eyes. Well the hiding ghost thought to itself, it seems I have company. It would be rude not to "welcome" these guests. and with a small chuckle, the Misdreavus faded out of the wall to begin preparing his spectacular traps.

“Splitting up.“ The woman watched Cab and Lisa going together in the same direction. She realized it meant teaming up with the Bulbasaur. “Huh, alright”, she replied to no one in particular as she walked behind the Plant type. She kinda forgot she had a candy in her palm, and she kept walking with her strawberry-flavoured candy in sight.
She was the one holding the flashlight, which meant her Pokémon teammate won’t disturb her. Hopefully. And by the way, the creature could react with an attack if the troublemaker appeared. It would never have the time to assault them. They were safe. Safe. Right? Right?...
“You know, you shouldn’t f-feel afraid. Because g-ghosts and P-Pokémons can smell fear. See, I-I am not afraid…”
Duh. Even she could see in hindsight the many ways that made that wrong. Also, it was a lot more comforting in her mind. And there was less scared stuttering, too. She mentally facepalmed. What if you just shut up and let that creature do its job?